#Like they slipped out over the shirt and now lie bare against his skin

[sincerelyneo]

touch tank | l.hc

“he's so pretty when he goes down on me, gold-skinned eager baby”

💿now playing: touch tank by quinnie

❯ summary: Hyuck just can’t understand it. Why don’t you want to sit on his face?

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, smut

❯ words: 3.0k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, oral sex (fem receiving), face sitting, nipple play, male masturbation, brief hair pulling, mention of death as a joke, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan always being pussy drunk agenda

“What’s the big deal?”

Your boyfriend asks the question nonchalantly - as though you’re being completely unreasonable - which in some capacity maybe you are. But it’s not your fault. He may call it unreasonable, you would call it being cautious.

“Well for starters I’m not particularly keen on the idea of me suffocating you,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

Hyuck doesn’t listen - that’s not true - he’s hearing you but he thinks your excuses are ridiculous. You can tell by the way he’s still trying to kiss the skin on your neck down to the centre of your chest, and teasing the neckline of your tank lower until the edge is resting along the tops of your breasts.

“You won’t suffocate me,” he promises, shifting down to nuzzle further underneath your shirt until the tip of his nose nudges your nipple, which has already hardened from just a few of his kisses. You shiver, gasping when his lips catch on your skin.

“Considering how wet I make you, I’d be more likely to drown than suffocate baby,” he teases, his smirk visible just before his mouth opens around your nipple.

He sucks gently, ever so sweetly, just light enough to make you whine. When he talks again, it’s right against your skin.

“And now that I’m thinking about it, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go, and I think it would be kinda hot to have that on my headstone.”

You scoff out a laugh, “you’re unbelievable.”

This time you feel his smile on your nipple right before he bites down softly, making your head fall back.

You know what he’s doing - he’s good at this - making you feel so fucking amazing that your mind goes foggy. So, you squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head, and try to regain your focus on the situation at hand.

“What if I fall over?” You protest.

The rebuttal sounds weak - even to you. And when Hyuck slips his arm around your waist and pulls until you settle onto your side; you know it sounds weak to him too.

He starts to suck another gentle kiss over your nipple before trailing down over your belly, pushing your top up in contrast to the lower he goes. You squirm when his lips touch your bare stomach, clenching your thighs together tightly to try and dull the throbbing that’s started in your clit.

“You won’t,” he replies, slowly. “It’s just like riding my dick, and you know how to do that pretty damn well.”

Your voice betrays you, and you whimper under your breath before you can even think to hold it back. When you look down at Hyuck, he’s smiling lazily at you, like he knows he’s already won.

“But that’s different,” you insist, keeping your legs closed tight when his fingers try to sneak between them. “Your dick is supposed to get wet when we have sex. That’s the whole point.”

“Who says my tongue doesn’t want that either?” He murmurs, curving his spine down to kiss along the band of your panties. You groan - half in frustration and half in arousal - when he succeeds in stroking a fingertip against your clit; he circles it lightly, using as much room as you allow him.

“C’mon,” he tries again, voice pitched low and inviting. He drags his lips down to where his fingers are and starts kissing there instead, increasingly persistent, nuzzling up against your clit through your panties until you give in and open your legs for him. When you try to tilt your body to lie on your back again, Hyuck hooks his arm around your thigh and pulls you towards him instead, “Not like that, baby, over me, c’mon.”

“Hyuck,” you whine; you reach down to get a grip on his hair, hiding your face in your now bent elbow.

He doesn’t bother with removing the barrier of panties just yet, sucking with enough pressure for you to feel it through them. You move your hips against his mouth in tiny motions, pushing forward against his lips, and you know you're already fucking soaking, you can feel it if you shift in just the right direction to meet his mouth.

Only seconds pass before Hyuck pulls you closer again, this time slowly rolling himself onto his back as well, but you resist swinging your outer leg over to straddle his face like he wants, digging your nails into his scalp instead.

Hissing at the pain, Hyuck arches his neck to lick along the crease of your thigh. He loses his patience, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down, “At least let me see you, yeah?”

You flush at just the thought of him being so close to you and paying so much attention, like he always does. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s pulling your underwear off your legs, and tossing them down at your feet.

He kisses the inside of your thigh and the line of your hip before settling firmly on his back, looking up at you hopefully. You groan again, fully out of frustration this time, and irritably pull his hair. “You’re not giving up then?”

“Nope,” he says. He looks more aroused than he usually does by now, his chest rising with his heavier breaths. “God loves a trier.”

“Wish he didn’t,” you mumble.

You bring both hands up to your face and push your hair away from your forehead, clenching your thighs again before shifting up onto your knees, watching Hyuck’s eyes move down between your legs as you settle over his face.

He isn’t subtle, spreading you with his thumbs and looking over you. Your muscles clench on their own when you think about what he might see. He swears quietly to himself, and you wonder if it’s visible how wet you already are or if he’ll have to feel it to find out.

“C’mere, babe,” he says, keeping you open, still watching between your legs. He looks up to your face when you squirm, “can’t reach, I wanna taste you.”

“God, shut up.”

You lean forward, putting all your weight on your hands that are braced against the mattress, and slowly spread your thighs wider, muscles shaking already. Hyuck moves his hands to your hips and helps you ease down, leaning up to meet you at first, tongue already waiting to press flat against your clit. You gasp in surprise and jerk your hips forward before drawing up again, away from his mouth, but he tightens his grip on you.

“Shh, c’mon,” he says, easy and coaxing, “relax and c’mere.”

You tense as he pulls you back down to his mouth, but he gives you warning this time, turning his head to let his lips trail along the inside of your thigh before slowly making his way between your legs again, kissing your clit gently. It’s easier this time, and you try to let yourself relax.

The position just feels dirty to you, your breasts hanging heavy where you’re bent forward, nipples brushing against your top. Hyuck’s hands soothing on your body, sliding from your hips up your sides and back down, and you let yourself moan quietly when he gives your clit another soft lick.

“Yeah, that’s better,” he murmurs; you echo him, a quiet yeah that sounds more pleading than you expect.

He hooks his fingers around where your hips bend into your thighs, lowering his head back to the mattress to encourage you to drop down even more. You feel flushed and hot along nearly your entire body, especially right between your legs when you give in and inch down further, seeking out his tongue again. With your head hanging down, it’s hard to look anywhere but his face; he looks back, fitting his lips around your clit when you reach his mouth. He sucks softly, tilting his head back more, and the first touch of his chin against your cunt makes you blush deeper.

For his part, Hyuck just sighs against you and closes his eyes, flexing his fingers on your hips and slipping his tongue over your clit while it’s inside his mouth. You gasp and dig your nails into the mattress, tempted to move a hand down to hold onto his hair. But you need both hands for balance, keeping yourself relaxed while Hyuck pulls you down closer to him with gentle little tugs.

Honestly, it feels nothing at all like riding his cock; with his cock, you know then that you can bear down with as much weight as you like, know that he’ll push right back up and meet you. Like this, you’re shaky and unsure of how heavily you can settle down over his mouth, and he’s hardly giving you a chance to think it through. He keeps his tongue flat against you but slides it down from your clit until he can push the tip inside your cunt just enough to tease. You moan softly and try to roll your hips forward, wanting something deep enough to clench around, but Hyuck holds you still.

“Like that?” He asks, and you groan, squirming down against his lips when he kisses you there, thumbs going back to holding you open so he can lick inside.

You know you don’t need to answer his question - he knows your body better than you do - but you reply anyway with a strangled curse, shifting your hips to grind against the flat of his tongue now that his hands can’t hold you still. He moans softly against you, trailing off into a hum as he sucks a kiss over your clit.

“Keep doing that,” he mumbles, words vibrating against you, “move like that, make yourself cum.”

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you bend closer to the mattress, elbows going momentarily weak.

You pant; sounding desperate as you obey him. He starts sliding his hands from your hips up your stomach and under your top to give you free rein of your movements.

It’s hotter than you expected it to be, moving to rub your clit against Hyuck’s tongue. He reaches up far enough to pinch both your nipples between his fingers, just tight enough that there’s a tug when you roll your hips forward, shoulders pulling back. When you push forward far enough to get the tip of his tongue nestled inside you, you can feel his nose nudging your clit; you stay like that for a moment, rocking down against the pointed end of his tongue before you give in, whining.

“In me, put it in me deeper.”

Hyuck groans louder against you now, pinching your nipples tighter. “So fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, tilting his head back and slipping his tongue inside as deep as it’ll let him go.

“Keep your hands there,” you instruct, and he pinches again as a reply, gentler this time. Ignoring any leftover uncertainty, you straighten your back to sit up and free your hands, immediately cradling his head.

You can feel his heavy breaths against you every time he pulls his tongue back to lick his lips. It becomes easier to take control of the situation. You find, Hyuck doesn’t seem to protest when he’s like this, licking over and inside with eagerness each time you urge yourself closer to his mouth.

The slow climb to your orgasm starts when he forgets your earlier request and heads back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth with a slick sound that’s loud. You let your head tilt back into the feeling, the ends of your hair tickling the curve of your spine.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, not even sure if he hears you over his own encouraging hums. The vibrations are subtle but just enough for you to rock into, twisting your fingers tight into his hair and holding on as you move to keep his head in place.

Using Hyuck’s mouth to actually work yourself up to cumming is much more like riding his cock. The motions feel the same: thighs flexing, hips tilting for the best angle, fighting to keep your balance. It might even be better than riding him, with the firm suction and Hyuck’s soft tongue, knowing that he’s conserving his breaths for you, wanting to make you cum more than he wants anything else at the moment.

His hands have strayed down at your ribs, fingers digging in to hold onto you like you’re holding onto him, and his steadying grip along with the constant pull on your clit is what makes you finally lose it.

You let yourself groan out loud when it first hits, grinding down hard into his mouth, trusting him to know how much you can take while you ride it out. It becomes too intense in seconds, your sensitivity ramping up so quickly that you can’t keep up with it, but Hyuck pulls his mouth away as soon as you whimper, dragging his nails down your sides.

“Fuck,” he groans. He works one arm under your thigh to reach for his dick, and you feel his shoulder shaking underneath you right away.

You’re panting, still hovering over his mouth; he’s wet down to his chin, lips parted and slick. It’s a bit of a rush to look down at him and watch his eyes open to find yours, dropping back down between your legs while he touches himself.

You smile hazily, “Think you liked that more than I did, and I’m the one that came.”

“I might’ve,” he agrees, his voice tight.

Wanting to give him a show, you release your grip on his hair to touch yourself, fingers slipping down until you inch one inside, deeper and more solid than Hyuck’s tongue was, but jolting from the sensitivity. You’re close enough to his face that your knuckles brush his damp chin, and he tucks his head down to kiss the backs of your fingers.

“Don’t tease me,” he says.

“Who’s teasing?” You ask, as playful as you can sound with your breath still panting fast.

Your original hesitance about the position isn’t even at the back of your mind now, not with Hyuck’s chest heaving under your weight and his eyes flicking fast over your body like he isn’t sure where to look.

“You could let me taste again,” he tries, tilting his head to the side to rub his face up against your inner thigh. You feel his arm move quicker, like just the idea is helping bring him off. It’s not an idea you oppose, judging from the small burst of arousal you feel when he kisses your skin and licks between breaths.

“That good, is it?”

You take in another one of your fingers and let them sink deeper, still sensitive enough to draw a gasp. Hyuck doesn’t respond, just keeps his hand moving and looks up at your face, barely starting to tremble the closer he gets.

When you slip your fingers out, you re-tighten your grip on his hair. His eyes are losing focus, but still trying to stay open to watch you. The sheen on his lips still glistens, so you drag your fingertip along his bottom lip and only get halfway across his mouth before he opens to suck them inside. He finally stops delaying the inevitable and shuts his eyes.

You hardly ever see your boyfriend like this, his body language edging on desperate. His cock is flushed darkest at the head and nearly as wet as you are, a little pool of pre-cum gathers on his stomach. The hand not jerking himself now is gripping your thigh tightly enough to leave indentations around his fingertips, and his toes are curled in on themselves; his whole body is wound so tightly, muscles straining.

He keeps sucking at your fingers sharply, letting them muffle any noises he makes.

“Didn’t know you’d like this so much,” you say, “next time I’ll turn around so I can suck your cock too.”

Much like before, just the idea is enough for Hyuck; he freezes just as his orgasm starts, then moans around your fingers, mouth going slack even as his hand keeps working fast. You hook your fingers gently over the bottom set of his teeth and rub your thumb over his jaw.

Just as you’re about to contort yourself enough to lean down and kiss him, you feel a hot splash against your back and you gasp, even as Hyuck’s eyes stay closed tightly.

“Oh my god,” you say, dragging your fingers from his mouth and over his chin, waiting until he opens his eyes to continue. “If you got cum on my shirt, I take back my offer.”

Hyuck’s laugh leaves him before he can help it, more of a giggle with little power behind it. “Payback,” he pants, “for being so difficult.”

“I was thinking of you in my protests,” you argue.

He ignores you. “Well for someone who didn’t wanna come up here like this you sure don’t seem to wanna move now.”

“That’s because, I know when I move we’re going to have to clean up. Also I’m in a position of power like this.”

Attempting to use that supposed position of power, you rise to your knees and finally pull off your top completely, dropping it unceremoniously on Hyuck’s head before letting out a giggle of your own.

“Speaking of which, you can do laundry today,” you say.

“Only if you let me fuck you on the washing machine,” he counters, mimicking your tone. He makes no move to pull the cloth from his face.

“Hyuck!” You snap; he shrugs animatedly, making up for the lack of visible facial expression. After a beat, you relent, “I suppose those vibrations probably would be nice.”

[ddejavvu]

anakin being so pussy drunk that he cant sleep bc he didn’t fuck you at least once that day but you’ve already gone to sleep. he can’t help himself seeing you all so pretty and peaceful sound asleep that he doesn’t even bother to wake you up just sinks his cock in without a second thought.

does anyone know where to get a wet floor sign cause i gushed

obvious cw for somnophilia, very quick and fleeting mention of anal (no actual activity), don't like don't read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

His cock is already hard from the moment he steps through the door- perhaps if he hadn't spent the elevator ride thinking about sinking it into your wet, warm cunt, he wouldn't be so inconvenienced.

But it's hard, and aching, and only getting worse, so he sheds his Jedi garb as quickly as humanly possible. A belt here, a tunic there, boots sloppily discarded by the door. By the time he gets to your bedroom he's wearing only an undershirt and briefs, but he disposes of the thin cotton shirt in the doorway.

You're sleeping. Illuminated gorgeously by the two of four moons that are visible from Coruscant's surface. They spill a pale halo of light around your sleeping form that catches on your sleek satin gown, pools deliciously in the space just beneath your thighs where the chub of your ass takes over and- Anakin's even stiffer.

It's a gift from whatever god Anakin unconsciously believes in. Whether it's a local legend from his days on Tatooine, or the will of the Force, some higher power has shed ethereal light on your body, and Anakin feels called to indulge in its divine gift.

You're laid out on your stomach with one knee tucked up to your side, and an arm thrown beneath your ribs to offset the heft of your breasts. You complain about pain when you lie on your stomach for too long- Anakin's surprised that you're sleeping like this. But he is not complaining, not when it offers him a perfect view of the gentle curve of your mound that rests between your thighs, parted to offer your leg enough room to bend the way that it does.

His cock begs for your pussy, tearing and ripping and struggling against the fabric of his briefs, and when he yanks them down his thighs his cock springs so tightly that it hits his stomach, leaving a sticky smear there.

No matter - things will get messier.

Anakin can't spot a wet stain on the pad of your panties, but it's no matter. He can supplement until your body catches up. He retrieves a bottle of lube from your bedside drawer- almost empty, seriously, do you guys fuck that much? -and pools some on his palm, stroking his dick with it so that it smears over his length.

He has to be careful not to work himself up too much with his own hand- no self-achieved orgasm will ever be as good as what he'll experience in your cunt.

His dick is properly slicked now, but he squirts a generous stream of the stuff onto your cunt once he pulls back your panties, unable to resist the urge to spread it through the split of your ass.

That's not the hole he's going for tonight, but he's never been able to keep his hands to himself.

Hands braced on either side of your body- one slick with lube - he leans his weight on the mattress, and draws his wet hand back to his cock. He needs no help after the initial guidance of the first thrust, and once he's gently pushed his cock through your artificially slickened entrance, he huffs out a sigh that blows hot against your back. The slip you're wearing is low-cut enough that the heat hits your bare skin, and he's not sure if it's the penetration or the sudden gust of air that makes you shiver.

You let out a strangled moan- something between surprised and pleasure, and Anakin is relived to feel his cock sliding smoothly through your cunt. You nag him about wasting lube; he's a very generous pour, but if it means you're feeling pleasure and not discomfort, he'll empty the whole bottle.

He dips down to kiss your cheek, his broad shoulders flexed against his muscled back- not that you're awake to enjoy it.

"Shh, s'okay angel," He groans, drawing in a shaky breath as he drags his hips backwards, pushing in once more to the heat of your cunt, "It's- it's okay, I just- agh, I need this. Just- let me have this, angel, let me- let me take it."

[yoursjaeyun]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐩airing. bf!jay x fmr

𝐠enre. angst, fluff, suggestive ( tiniest bit ) | post-sex-argument kinda thing

𝐰arnings. not that many tbh… nicknames, lots of kissing, jay being clingy, lmk if i need to add more.

𝐰c. 1k+

𝐚/𝐧. yes i wrote another argument with jay drabble leave me alone pls . :)

you lie on your side, staring at the wall, the last remainders of anger still simmering in your chest. the sheets are tangled around your legs, sticky with sweat and other remnants of the night. you can feel jay's presence behind you, his warm body felt in sharp contrast to the lingering cold tension on your skin.

the argument keeps replaying in your mind like a stuck record. the raised voices and harsh words now seem pointless. your heart is knotted with frustration, and even though there's been a spark between you, your anger hasn't fully faded.

you hear jay shift behind you, the bed creaking under his weight. a moment later, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. his breath is warm against the nape of your neck, but instead of comforting you, it only fuels your frustration. how can he be so calm? so casual? after everything that was said.

“still mad?” his voice is soft.

you bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. the last thing you want is for him to think that he can just brush everything under the rug with a few well-placed kisses and whispered apologies.

but jay has always had a knack for finding the cracks in your armor. his lips find the curve of your shoulder, trailing lazy kisses up your neck. you shiver despite yourself, your body betraying the anger still coiled in your chest.

“y/n,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice a velvet caress that sends a shiver down your spine. “come on, baby, talk to me.”

you let out a sigh, your irritation slipping through in the sound. “i don’t want to talk to you right now.”

his lips pause in their journey up your neck, and you feel him pull back slightly. there’s a moment of silence, and you can practically feel the gears turning in his mind as he tries to figure out how to approach this. jay is many things—charming, witty, endlessly patient—but right now, you don’t want any of those things. you want him to understand how much he hurt you.

“i messed up. i shouldn’t have said those things. i’m sorry.” he says finally, his voice losing some of its playful edge.

you close your eyes, willing yourself not to cry. you’re still so angry, but there’s a part of you that hates feeling this way, hates the distance that’s grown between you two because of a stupid argument.

“you always do this,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “you say things you don’t mean, and then you act like everything’s fine. its not.”

there’s a pause, and for a moment, you think he might just drop it, let the silence stretch out between you like a chasm neither of you are brave enough to cross. but then he sighs, and you feel his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.

“y/n, i’m sorry. i was stupid, and i said things i didn’t mean. i don’t want to lose you over something so dumb.” you could tell he regretted it now, especially by the tone of his voice.

you want to stay mad, to hold on to the anger a little longer, but it’s hard when he’s being like this—when he’s holding you like he never wants to let go.

but instead of responding, you push his arms away and slip out of bed, the cool air hitting your bare skin as you stand. without a word, you grab the discarded shirt from the floor and pull it over your head, barely covering yourself as you make your way toward the bathroom. you can feel jay's eyes on you, but you don’t turn around. you’re still too angry, too raw.

you hear him sigh behind you, a soft sound filled with frustration and regret. a moment later, his footsteps follow you, and before you even think to close the bathroom door, his arms are around your waist again, pulling you back against him. his lips find your neck, pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your skin.

“y/n, please,” he whispers, his voice laced with guilt. “this is the last thing i’d ever want to happen between us—” “you made it happen. this is your mess.” you cut him off.

you take your hands off of the edge of the sink, looking up at him from the mirror, trying to focus on anything but the feel of his lips against your skin, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. but it’s impossible to ignore the way your heart beats just a little faster when he’s this close.

“you can’t keep hurting me and then expect everything to be okay because you apologized,” you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. “it’s not that simple.”

“i know it’s not. but i love you, and i’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. just... don’t push me away.” he says, and there’s a tremor in his voice that makes your heart clench.

his words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and for a moment, you feel your anger slip away, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. you don’t want to fight anymore. you just want to be held, to feel like everything will be okay.

you stay silent, allowing jay to cling to you as you both begin to clean yourselves up. his hands are gentle as he helps, and the quiet between you is soothing, a way to ease the tension without words.

jay doesn’t push you for conversation, his presence a steady comfort as he quietly assists. he’s patient. the room slowly returns to its normal state, and the silence between you starts to feel less oppressive, more like a shared space where both of you can catch your breath.

finally, as you finish up and the room is back in order, jay breaks the silence. “do you want some tea before bed?” he asks softly, a hint of hope in his voice. “it can help you sleep better.”

you nod, the gesture small but meaningful. “yeah, that would be nice.”

jay’s face brightens with relief, and he moves to prepare the tea. you watch from the edge of the kitchen, the familiarity of his actions a comforting reminder of the normalcy you both seek. he works efficiently, filling the kettle, selecting your favorite tea, and letting the water come to a boil.

when the tea is ready, he brings a steaming cup to you. you take the cup from him, the warmth of the ceramic soothing against your cold fingers. jay settles beside you, his gaze attentive as you sip the tea slowly, savoring the calm it brings.

the room is quiet, the only sounds being the gentle clinking of the cup and the soft hum of jay’s breathing. he watches you with an unreadable expression as you finish your tea.

as you place the empty cup down, you finally turn to him, your eyes meeting his with a gentle smile. he waits, his gaze steady, and you can see the vulnerability in his eyes.

leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, the touch tender—and jay’s arms instantly wrap around you, pulling you close as he returns the kiss, a sigh of relief escaping him.

the kiss deepens, his lips moving in unison against yours as his hands slide up under your shirt, his touch firm but gentle. your arms wrapping around his neck as you both lose yourselves in the kiss.

you break the kiss, both of you breathless and flushed, and a soft giggle escapes your lips. jay’s eyes sparkle with such affection, and he pulls you into a warm embrace, holding you close as you snuggle against him.

“you’re cute when you’re mad,” he murmurs, his voice light and teasing.

“shut up,” you laugh, your voice muffled against his chest as you hug him tighter.

jay chuckles, his hands stroking your back in a soothing rhythm, until there was a little silence again, as if he was trying to find the right words to say. “i’m sorry, y/n. i really am.”

you look up at his lips again and only nodded, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “its okay, but if it happens again. there will be consequences.” you raise your eyebrows

“yeah? what kind of consequences?” he teases and you roll your eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you’ll see,” you chuckle.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

YOURSJAEYUN est. 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[measuredingold]

you right

authors note: hello hello ! two weekends in a row ? i am on fire lol I’ve been working on this piece for awhile and finally got around to finishing it. inspired loosely by you right by doja cat. feedback is always appreciated and i hope you all enjoy !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross posted on ao3

word count: 2.3k

cw/tw: infidelity, p in v ( be like them and wear protection! ), slight…angst?, noah sebastian is bad at feelings, slight hurt ig?, situationship lol, toxic relationship, 18+ mdni

Your breath hitches when Noah's hand runs up the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up against his hip. His lips brush over yours to muffle the noise you make when his hip rolls into yours, pressing you flush against the wall.

"Shit." He groans, pulling back to drop his head down to your chest, lips attaching to your exposed skin.

Your shirt was lost about five minutes ago, along with your bra, and your skirt was now bunched up around your waist. You knew it was a sight to see, Noah attached to you with your head thrown back against the wall, his lips wrapping around your hardening bud. Your hand moves to his hair, fingers twisting in his dark locks and tugging ever so slightly, and the vibration of his moan against your skin has your back arching.

The disappointment that was settling in your stomach was still there, fading, but still there nonetheless. You should be disgusted, ashamed for letting yourself get into this situation again but you're not surprised anymore. Noah was an enigma, pulling you to him whenever he could even if you tried to fight it. You couldn’t help that you wanted him, could never get enough of him. Constantly always craving to feel his lips against yours, to feel his hands caress your body, to feel his hips pressed flush against yours.

He was something you always wanted, needed, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it soon.

Which you should. It'll never go further than this. Sex. That's all it is, all it'll ever be. Two people too stubborn to address their feelings for one another, instead hide it with casual sex. It's sad, and borderline pathetic, but that's how it's always been with him.

And how it always will be.

You thought you got over it. You met someone a few months ago, had a nice thing going. They were nice and treated you well. You thought the hold Noah had on you was finally over, you've moved on. Though, the second your eyes met his across the room tonight, celebrating a mutual friends birthday, you knew that it was a fucking lie.

You're not over him. You never were.

"Noah..." Another tug at his hair has his hips pressing into yours again, causing a moan to slip from your lips.

"Missed this." You hear him mumble, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. "Missed you."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it slamming into your chest. Missed you. That's the most vulnerable thing he's said to you in... ever. Your hips stutter for just a moment, eyes fluttering open to find that he's pulled back, already staring at you.

"Yeah? You missed me?" You hum out, your grip on his hair loosening.

"Of course I did." He pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes dropping from yours to drag down your body. "Did you miss me?"

When his eyes find yours again you notice the grin tugging at his lips because he knows you did. If you didn't you wouldn't be here right now, his hips flushed against yours with your back against the wall. You roll your eyes, but you know your cheeks are flushing.

"Maybe."

"Don't be like that." His head dips down again, lips brushing against the base of your neck and you can't help but shudder, your fingers in his hair tightening their hold yet again. "Say it."

"...Say what?" You sound breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Noah's teeth grazed over your skin.

"That you missed me." You don't even bother stopping the whine that slips from you when he pulls away, but he doesn't go far. His lips are barely brushing against yours now, forehead pressed firmly against yours. "Say it. Please."

"...I always miss you, Noah."

There's a split second of silence before Noah's surging forward, lips pressing into yours with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up with a bruise on your lips. It moves quickly after that, your underwear being lost somewhere in the dimly lit room with your shirt, and then the sound of his rustling belt as he shoves his jeans down. He pulls away to flip you around, your cheek now pressed against the wall.

Big hands sprawl against your backside, gripping, and the groan Noah lets out from behind you has your core aching.

"Fuck. Look at you..." You hear him shuffling behind you and then the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and for a second your stomach drops.

He was prepared, which isn't shocking to you, but he couldn't have known you were going to be here tonight. He acted shocked when he saw you, even telling you that he didn't think you'd make it. Had he planned on hooking up with someone else tonight? You don't get to dwell on it for too long, or the way it makes your blood boil from jealousy, because his tip is pressing into your entrance.

"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut and you reach back blindly, his hand finding yours immediately.

"So fucking tight." He grits out.

Your fingers lace with his and you squeeze hard, because the stretch is almost too much. Almost. You can't lie to yourself and say you hate it, because you don't. You loved the stretch, the burn of it all, because it was a sore reminder the next day that he was yours for a moment. His hand that wasn't laced with yours gripped your hip, his thumb sliding across your bare skin in a comforting manner.

"Always take me so well," He exhales, voice teetering on a whine, and he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "So good."

You just whimper in response, squeezing his hand again. The both of you moan in unison when he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against together. He lifts his head before you feel his lips ghost over your shoulder.

"You okay?"

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip to try and keep your noises at bay, mind already racing at how fucking delicious he feels inside. You never understood how he always felt so good, snug deep inside you, like he was meant to be there. He presses another kiss to your shoulder before unlacing your fingers, letting both of his hands now grip your hip as he slowly starts to move.

The drag of his cock has your eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open as he pushed back in, hips snapping against yours. The gentle demeanor is now gone because he knows your time is limited so he doesn't waste it, rocking into you with such force that has you seeing fucking stars. Pleasure courses through your body as the head of his cock slams into that spot over and over, your body shuddering against the wall.

"Noah..."

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I need..." You don't even know what you need and find yourself grinding back against Noah, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

“What do you need?” You only whine at his words, grinding back against him again. You feel one of his hands slide from your hip and down to where the two of you meet, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. Your body shudders again, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. “Oh? Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

You nod, cheek still pressed against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Noah, baby, please.”

He shushes you, fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “I got you. Don’t worry. Gonna give you what you want.”

You hear him grunt behind you as your cunt clenched around his cock at his words. It was all becoming so much so quickly, if you were more coherent you’d be sad at how little time you actually had left with him, but you can’t even think of that. No, you’re too focused on how fucking good his fingers feel, rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. His thrusts don’t let up either, his pace quickening and the drag of his cock has a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” He whines out, giving you one hard thrust before grinding himself against your ass. “Does he fuck you like this, baby?”

You choke on a sob, pussy clenching around his cock and you hear him groan.

“No, he doesn’t. Poor baby was begging me to fuck her.” His face buries against the back of your neck, his thrusts picking up again. “But it’s okay, you don’t need him… because you know all you need is me, right? I’ll always give it to you the way you like.”

He sounds drunk, words slurring in between his moans as he thrusts into you again. Your cheek is starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressed against the wall but you don’t care, chanting Noah’s name over and over again. The fire in the pit of your stomach keeps growing and you blink away the tears that are burning at your eyes.

It’s so good, feels so fucking good but so wrong at the same time. He wasn’t lying. Your sex life with your current partner was fine but nowhere near compared to this. Noah knew your body better than you did and knew exactly what you needed every damn time.

“Noah, I’m…” Your eyes burned and you choked on another moan. The hand between your thighs never let up, and his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat gently.

“Gonna come?” You try to nod in his hold, but his grip on your neck tightens slightly making it difficult. “Yeah? Go ahead. You can come, pretty girl.”

And that does it, the coil in the deepest pit of your stomach undoing. Your vision blurs and if it wasn’t for the grip on your neck, you’re sure your moans would be so loud the entire house would’ve heard you. You don’t even fucking care at this point, too lost in the pleasure that’s coursing through you, and the way Noah continues to pound into you to reach his own high.

“That’s it, fuck. Come all over my cock, baby.” He groans behind you, face burying against your shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Your body convulses with aftershocks of your orgasm, whimpering in over sensitivity. It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to find his own release, hips stilling against your ass as he whined out your name. His hold on your neck releases but he doesn’t move from you.

The two of you stay tangled in each other for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. The reality of what just happened settles over you but for some reason you feel… content. The guilt and disappointment was no longer lingering over you.

“Fuck.” Noah chuckles behind you, lifting his head from your shoulder just a bit to scatter a few kisses where his forehead had been. You preen at the affection. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You say breathlessly, groaning quietly when you feel him shift behind you, cock still buried inside you.

The two of you both whine at the feeling of him slipping out and you couldn’t help but feel sad at the emptiness it left behind. You hear him shuffle around behind you, probably to throw away the condom and to hopefully look for something to clean you off with, and when your felt him settle behind you, the gentle touch of a cotton between your legs has you melting against the wall.

“Sorry to whoever shirt this is.” Noah mumbles, chuckling quietly.

You only hum in response, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion enters your body. Noah takes his time and even places another kiss against your shoulder, whispering to you that he was done and that you could get dressed now.

Something shifted in the air after that, the moment much more intimate than the other times you had spent together. But you nod, humming in response again before turning to find your clothes. You find your clothes with ease, Noah's words lingering in your head.

Because you know all you need is me.

The truth in those words makes your throat close up and you try swallowing whatever it is you're feeling away, pulling your underwear up and under your skirt that was still bunched up around your waist. You smooth it down before reaching for your shirt, slipping your arms through the holes. The weight in your chest returns, just like it had when Noah mentioned that he had missed you, the first admission of its kind.

Maybe there was some truth behind that for him, as well. Maybe all he needed was you, too. Your stomach turns at the thought as you begin to button your shirt up with shaky fingers, hearing Noah shuffling behind you in silence.

You begin to wonder what he must be thinking and a part of you is hoping he's thinking the same thing. It's foolish believing, you know it is, but you can't help it. Maybe you two had finally gotten over that unspoken rule that was set in place to where all feelings were avoided? Maybe it was time you two faced the music and admitted to whatever the fuck was going on?

You shouldn't want this. You should let it go. Yet, your mind is racing with all the possibilities and what if's, and you find yourself speaking before you can double down on it.

"Noah, I..."

You finished buttoning your shirt, turning around to finally face the male but find him nowhere to be found. Your heart drops, sinking so low into the deepest pit of your stomach. He's gone. He left you here without even an utter of a goodbye. Your eyes burn and there's a sour taste in the back of your throat, building up slowly as the realization dawns on you.

[lxndonorris]

kisses and stubbles - Lando Norris

Y/N x Lando Norris Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching prompt: "why are you looking at me like that? Are you planning to kiss me?" You're with Lando before qualifying begins, and he won't stop teasing you x word count: 1500+

It's always a pleasure to accompany Lando, your boyfriend, during race weekends, especially after he's been performing very well. This year has been a steady up and down, like an actual rollercoaster, but for a few races now, the Mclaren is pretty competitive, leading to more and more podiums for both Lando and his teammate Oscar.

Right now, it's Friday, testing day, and you're sitting inside Lando's private motorhome, a place you've learned to appreciate. You're wearing your boyfriend's merchandise—actually, his worn clothes; they're a bit too large for you, but you don't mind. After all, he loves you in those clothes.

With a coy smile, you're watching him put his racing gear on. One leg at a time, he slides into the lower half of the fireproofs. Its fabric flatters his body perfectly—tight yet flexible.

Lando's back is turned toward you, exposing his firm back, with all of its muscles tensing more and more. He runs both of his hands along his thighs, down to his toes, as he bends down. It is not only an easy exercise to stretch, preparing his body for the upcoming session, but also an excellent way to show off his beautiful physique.

Without turning around and looking at you, he knows that you're enjoying the show. Licking your lips, you watch him grab the upper half of his undergarments. In one swift movement, he slips inside it and adjusts himself and his body to the tight fabric.

You stare, transfixed, as he lunges, stretching his legs, his arms, and his back. He grunts barely, and as he exhales, he lets out a long sigh.

Before putting on his racing suit, however, he runs both of his hands across his entire body, including his chest, arms, thighs, and waist. Lando purrs happily as he touches himself gently. A shy smirk forms in the corner of your lips as you hold back a soft, breathless giggle. However, it seems like he might have heard you.

Letting out a low grunt, Lando turns around, running both of his hands across his firm chest. Again, on the one hand, it's to simply straighten his clothes, but he wouldn't deny teasing you at the same time.

With one eyebrow raised, he studies you. With the feeling of his burning gaze on your skin, you shudder, but try to keep a straight face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He bites his lower lip and subconsciously brushes over his crotch with one of his hands, while the other strokes his chest again and again.

Blushing slightly, you just admire his well-formed body and that he is willingly showing off again. Your eyes wander across his chest—his abs are slightly visible through the white fabric, as are his pecs and nipples—down to his thighs and right back to his gorgeous face.

Lando tilts his head slightly, still waiting for the answer he already knows. He's still trying to read you, knowing very well the effect that wearing his racing gear has on you.

"Why? Can't I look at my beautiful man?" You smirk, crossing your arms in front of your chest as your entire body starts to heat up.

He runs a hand through his hair and lets his eyes wander all over your body again, looking for anything that could give you away.

There is that special kind of tingling spreading through your chest. Any time he looks at you like that, it feels like your heart is accelerating at an immense speed, and your breath is barely able to keep up.

Mirroring you, he crosses his arms as well. Your eyes can't help straying to the strong flex of his biceps straining under the sleeves of his shirt before you pull away, meeting his gaze once more.

"I guess that's fair." He growls, but there is that spark hidden beneath his beautiful eyes that you know all too well. Your face heats as you imagine him pressing his bare chest against yours every time you lie in bed with one another.

Lando opens his mouth slightly and approaches you. When he stands right in front of you, he bends down so that your faces are just inches apart.

"I was just wondering." He lets out a guttural growl. "Are you planning to kiss me, or what?"

As he breathes into your mouth, your face flushes with color, and you feel drawn toward him, drawn to his soft lips. Your lips meet, and it's giving you goosebumps right away.

It's a mixture of his familiar sweet scent, the feeling of his soft lips on yours, and the excitement of being here in the paddock with him. Enjoying his light stubble as well, a smile forms on your lips.

You steady yourself against his firm chest and feel his firm body through the thin fabric of his clothes. Your thumb brushes over his nipple, causing him to take a deep breath before purring right into your mouth.

Once, then twice, you kiss him back, craving much more, but yet he pulls away.

"Mhmmm." He growls, one hand on his chest, the other gently on your thighs.

"That felt good." You smile shyly, feeling his hand gently pet your thighs.

"Just give me a moment." He smiles warmly. "Let me put on that suit, and we can go for another."

Leaning in, he breathes down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Many more."

Straightening your back, you take in a deep breath, enjyoing the scent of his cologne tingling in your nose.

With anticipation building up inside your chest, you watch him put on his racing suit. He looks so good in his racing gear, and he knows it.

His suit is still unzipped, exposing the dark fireproofs underenath, but he turns his attention back toward you and sits down right next to you on the sofa.

Lando puts his arm around you, pulling you into him. You can feel the heat radiating from his body through his clothes, and right away, you let one of your hands slide inside his open suit, stroking his firm chest once more.

Enjoying this, he tilts his head again, biting his lower lip.

"I'm glad you could come this weekend." He growls and lets his fingers run down your arm, and even though his fingertips just barely brush over your skin, it feels so good.

"Me too." You say it softly and lean into him again.

His intense gaze ignites a spark in you. You can't explain it, but you know you want more. Lando's entire body is drawing you in, and it doesn't take long for you to give in to the tug.

Right away, he embraces your lips on his own, and as he opens his mouth to let out a soft moan, he breathes right down your throat. Waves of shivers run down your entire back, and you give in to him.

With a little help from him, you climb on top of him. He holds you close with both of his hands on your waist while you steady yourself against his strong chest.

Using both of your hands, you touch him and feel all of his muscles tense more and more, causing Lando to turn his head slightly to catch his breath.

"Y/N." He moans audibly and starts to stroke the small of your back, feeling your hands run down his chest, further down inside his suit.

Bending his back, he tries to make room for his ever-growing excitement inside his trousers.

"Lando. Fuck." You breathe deeply.

As you grind on him, he easily matches your pace and intensity. With one hand still inside his suit, stroking his chest and focusing on his pecs and nipples, you let the other hand slide right between the two of you, feeling a tent building up underneath his clothes.

Lando chuckles a low, husky sound that echoes through every fiber of your body, sending heat flaring in

your belly. His hips roll against your own as he adjusts to the rhythm of your hand now stroking his bulge through his suit.

"Mhmm." Drawing an unsteady breath, you lean closer to him, fitting the curves of your body against his.

You can feel the shudder of his own breath speeding up and the tightening of his body against yours as he desires you so much more.

"Fuck." He growls, leaning his head back against the sofa, giving in to your firm touch.

You begin to place kisses all over his neck and his jaw, enjoying how his light stubble tingles your skin.

Then, however, the alarm on his phone goes off, catching both of you off guard.

You pull away to let him check his phone, and with a huge sigh, he shows you the screen. It's time for them to join the others inside the Mclaren garage; it's training day after all.

"Two more minutes." You pout, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Two more minutes." He growls and leans in to you, kissing you again.

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[toruro]

— ✧ desperate

i don't know what i'd be doing without you (raise y_our glass / huh yunjin)

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

description: when your husband starts to get more and more busy, you naturally grow needy. it’s only after long game of cat and mouse that he finally gets you to fess up about what's been bothering you, and it's safe to say your answer is definitely not what he's expecting. 

tags: smut (18+), husband!wonwoo, fluff, oral (f receiving), bulge kink, angst and miscommunication but it's resolved ^-^

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: inspired by this ... so sorry it took me so long to get to this, it's been sitting in my drafts for SO long ... but i hope u all enjoy! likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated :3

You’re convinced you’ve gone crazy. This shouldn’t be right—your fiancé being exhausted shouldn’t turn you on—it’s wrong. Isn’t it?

It’s been bothering you recently, but you’ve held back.

When he comes home and immediately drops his black suit jacket on the floor and his jaw is tight, you turn away and ignore how it reminds you of the way he clenches his teeth when fucking into you. When he unbuttons his white formal shirt at the top, revealing the chiseled curve of his chest, you leave the room for a few moments, hoping that the burning ache between your legs will soon ebb away. It’s exhausting in its own way, you think.

Coming home every day to a quiet house, with nothing but you and your hand slipping under the waistband of your panties trying to do anything and everything to make your fingers feel like his; Wonwoo walking in hours after your futile attempts to make yourself cum, muttering sincere apologies of, “I’m sorry, there’s just this one deal we’ve been trying to make and—“

You’d have to shush his words, wrapping your arms around him saying, “It’s okay, I understand—you’re working so hard.”

"I hate being away from you," Wonwoo would admit, and you'd kiss his cheek softly. He'd melt in your arms and in the moment you'd feel so guilty for feeling so needy earlier, but you can't lie and say the way that his arms are so large and hard under your touch has you throbbing.

You'd get into bed before Wonwoo is out of the shower, doing your best to lull yourself to sleep so you don't have to be awake to feel his bare skin against your body, because you just know your poor pussy won't be able to handle it.

Tonight, he comes back around the same time as others—weary after a long day at work—a small frown etched on his lips as he runs a rough hand through his tousled hair, noticing that you aren’t by his side to greet him like normal. A twinge of disappointment runs through his body as he glances around, waiting silently to see if you're just a few seconds away from walking up to him,

To be honest, you’ve been horny all evening—like pretty much all other ones—so when you hear him unlock the door, you just can't bring yourself to go see him, knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to just sink to your knees in front of him and unbuckle his pants.

Wonwoo, still standing by the doorway, is frankly quite confused. "Baby," he calls out, wondering that maybe you just didn't hear him walk in.

But when you only let out a low hum and say, "Yeah?" in response, he feels...dejected? No, that it's the right word.

To be honest, Wonwoo has been sensing something's wrong. He brushed it off earlier, thinking that it was probably just him being too tired to tell the difference between you being tired too, and you avoiding him. Up until right now, he had convinced himself it was the former—you two both had been swamped in work, so he figured that you were just as exhausted as him.

Now, Wonwoo isn't too sure of himself. Those thoughts that 'what if she's not interested anymore,' are creeping back into his mind, but when he walks into the living room to see you curled up in the couch, he tries to push them away. Absentmindedly slipping off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, he walks over to you and sits next to you on the couch.

"How was work?" you ask him, not really looking up from your phone as you lean in slightly to his side. Fuck, he looks so good with the way his glasses hang low, collarbone on display, eyes gazing intensely at yours—fuck, fuck, fuck, you just can't take it.

"Good," Wonwoo hums, wrapping an arm around your side and you might just combust with the way the rough pads of his fingers brush against your skin because—fuck—you can't stop thinking about the way they rub the inside of your cunt. "How was your day?"

"Tiring," you reply honestly, and just when Wonwoo thinks you'll sink deeper into his hold, you're pulling away, leaving him cold and confused. "I'm going to get into bed now," you murmur, "'m really tired, you know?" Sitting up from the couch, your fiancé just stares at you for a few moments, blinking, before you force yourself to turn away and walk hastily to your bedroom.

If Wonwoo thought something was wrong before, he definitely knows something is wrong now. You and him, you're good at communicating. Wonwoo expects you to tell him if there's anything bothering you, and you expect the same of him; so now that there's obviously something you aren't telling him, he's more worried than anything that there's something you aren't comfortable telling him.

After snapping out of the somewhat shocked state he's in, he doesn't hesitate to stand up and follow behind you. You're crawling into bed when you hear his footsteps thudding up towards you, and this is when you think your luck has run out—your patience is running thin, and if you look at Wonwoo any longer, you know you won't be able to handle it, turning yourself over in the bed to smush your face in the pillow.

Maybe if you pretend you're asleep he won't talk to you. Unfortunately for you, like you said: your luck has run out.

"Baby," Wonwoo coos softly, as you feel the mattress dip next to you with his added weight. There's a hand on your shoulder and you think you might just crumble right there and then. "C'mon, I know you're awake." Maybe if you just hold out a little bit longer—"Okay seriously."

You open one eye and let it flicker to the direction of Wonwoo's voice, finding him sitting on the bed on his knees next to you, eyes pleading. "'m tired," you try to tell him, turning back before he grabs your shoulder again.

"Something's wrong." Yeah, maybe it's the fact that you haven't been able to make yourself cum in weeks.

"Yeah," you say bluntly, the words coming out harsher than you'd anticipated. "I'm tired and you aren't letting me sleep. That's what's wrong." Wonwoo gives you that look and now you know you're really in for it.

"You're avoiding me."

You open both your eyes, sitting up and leaning against the headboard with a frown. "I'm not."

"You didn't say come hi when I came home."

"I was cozy on the couch."

"Angel, you always come say hi to me," Wonwoo says, and you can swear there's almost a pout on his lips. You rub your eyes with your hands, trying to distract yourself from the way you can see under his shirt when he leans forward, revealing his pretty set of hard muscles.

"Sorry, I don't know I just—I was really tired today," you try to say sincerely, looking at your fiancé with eyes practically begging him to just let it go.

"Did I do something wrong?" Wonwoo blurts out, and your eyes widen.

"What, no?" you exclaim, nearly mortified that he would even think that. "No, why would you think that?"

Wonwoo's eyes furrow, and you can't quite read his expression. "You've been so distant..." his voice trails off. "If I did something wrong I want us to talk about it, not have secrets." You sigh as he reaches his hand over to intertwine with yours, squeezing your eyes shut when you find yourself focusing in on the thick, prominent veins.

"It's embarrassing," you murmur under your breath, not daring to look Wonwoo in the eye while a series of downright filthy thoughts run through your mind.

"It's okay," Wonwoo whispers, inching closer to you, so sincere that it's driving you crazy.

"I—" your voice hitches in your throat, and he looks at you worriedly as you pull your hand away from his so you can bury your face in your palms, inhaling deeply. He places a hand on your back immediately and the proximity has you squeaking out his name.

"What is it, baby?" Fuck, his voice is so deep and it's slightly hoarse and it's strumming your heart in ways that you can't even describe.

"It's just—you're just gone so—so much," you finally manage to say. You know it's vague, but it's the only thing that you can muster up.

Wonwoo's face scrunches up, and he looked at you confused. "I—I know," he sighs, getting frustrated with himself for leaving you like this. You catch the somber look on his face, and your heart tightens at the idea that he thinks this is his fault because it's not.

Not his fault his cock is so fat and long and pretty in ways that has your mouth salivating when you even just think about it. Not his fault that whenever you close your eyes and press your thighs together, all you can think about is his length carving its shape into your aching cunt. Yeah. Totally not his fault.

"I'm sorry," Wonwoo continues when you don't respond. "Have I been neglecting you?"

Your pussy, yeah. "N-no, it's not that," you stutter out, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe there's still some time for you to back out of this.

"Can you not lie? I can tell you're upset with me."

"No!" you say quickly, bringing up a hand to catch his wrist. His skin burns against yours, and you aren't sure how much longer you can put this up. "I guess I just...I missed you a lot..." your voice trails off hoping that Wonwoo will understand what you’re getting at, but the dazed look on his face tells you he hasn’t got a clue.

“I didn’t mean to,” he says with a frown, linking his fingers with the ones on his wrist, pulling you close. Fuck, you really should pull away because his gentle tug is reminding you of the way he pulls you on top of him when you're about to ride him and—“Work has just been a lot lately,” he explains sadly, looking down at you as he pulls you flush against his chest.

Your face is burning and his exposed skin pressed against you is just too much, and you need to pull away. “Wonwoo, just—“

“Do you not love me anymore?” he blurts out and you freeze.

“What?!” you gasp out. “What the hell—no, Wonwoo.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and now you know that you can’t let this go on any longer.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’ve been so so distant and you keep pushing me the fuck away and—“ he rambles, clearly frustrated when he rakes a hand through his hair.

Your eyes well up with tears and you aren’t sure if it’s because of how sad Wonwoo looks or how bad you feel for letting it all build up to this point or how you feel guilty for being so needy in the first place.

“It’s not you, it’s not you, it’s me!” you finally manage to tell him. Wonwoo stills, watching tears leak from your lashes as you go on. “I’ve just been missing you so much, Won,” you blabber, “and when you come home so tired and exhausted I don’t wanna bother you and—sometimes it hurts to be in the same room as you because I just wanna feel you but—”

“Wait hold on,” Wonwoo murmurs, his faced scrunched up. “That’s what this is about.”

You look away bashfully, burying your face in your hands. “I told you, Won—it’s embarrassing!” Wonwoo stares at you for a moment, blinking as he lets your words sink in. You're scared of his reaction, keeping your eyes shut tight—afraid you'll see him looking down at you and seeing you for the desperate, needy girl you are.

The anticipation of his response is still killing you though, and you're about to murmur something more when you hear Wonwoo stifle a little laugh. Peeking up at him through your fingers, you catch him watching you with a rather amused smile.

"You were just horny?" he murmurs, bringing his hand up to pull your fingers away from your face.

Quickly averting your gaze, you mumble, "I—I wasn't just horny...it's just—it's been weeks and you look—" you bite your lip wondering if you should go on. The smirk on his face tells you yes. "—you look really nice when you get home."

"Pretty sure that means you were just horny," Wonwoo teases, and although you feel like the world might as well swallow you whole, a lot of the tension that's been weighing down on your shoulders has vanished. Since your confession, Wonwoo has traced his hands up your arms and down your body so they now rest on your waist, pulling you close to him as he shifts his own body so he can lay against the headboard.

"No," you huff, easing back into a more comfortable setting now that you're sitting on his lap, the heated mess between your legs growing even more dirty. "Missed you. Missed this." You punctuate the last word with an peck on his lips that has you both grinning.

"Missed my dick, is what you're trying to say," Wonwoo says with a roll of his eyes, and you slap his shoulder.

Pouting, you reply, "Hey. Stop doing that, or you're going to make me start feeling like I'm the only one who wants this..."

"This?" Wonwoo's eyebrow is cocked up, and you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze. Your hips are resting dangerously close to his, but his firm grip on you has you stuck in your place.

"You know..." your voice goes quiet, and you look up your husband pleadingly.

"I've really left you needy, huh angel..." he mutters under his breath, running one finger along your bottom lip as you lean into his touch. And then his lips are crashing onto yours, a wet mess of tongue and saliva as you both lick into each other's mouth.

Whining, you grind down onto his pelvis when lets go of his bruising grip on your waist, allowing you to find that friction that you've been craving for weeks. Your hands instinctively fly up to tug at his button up, the flat rounds of plastic slipping through his fingers as you claw your way to feel his skin against you.

Wonwoo lets you work his shirt off of him, pulling away so he can fix his own attention on your pajama pants, wondering how many times you've tried to make yourself cum in them. He shoves away the thought of leaving you so needy that you felt the need to fucking play with yourself, instead bringing his hands to the elastic waistband and yanking down and over the curve of your ass.

"I missed you so much, Won-won," you mewl into his shoulder, legs instinctively wrapping around his bare torso once you successfully rid Wonwoo of his shirt and kick off your pajamas off.

"You could've—" he cuts off with his own grunt as he adjusts under you, trying to push his pants off of himself as he grows harder by the second, "—said something earlier. You should've."

You look up at him meekly once he finally get's his work pants out of the way and thrown off the bed, squirming in your own panties and loose shirt. "I know but you're working so hard," your voice trails off. "Coming home everyday, all tired and all."

"I always have energy for you," he murmurs, nipping at the skin of your neck, allowing himself to taste as much of you as you'll let him. Quickly and firmly, he flips the two of you so that you're leaning against the cushions and he's on top of you, settling in between your legs. Sucking hard, Wonwoo vaguely thinks about how you might complain about the hickey in the morning, but the thought is swept away when you thread your fingers into his hair and tug gently.

"Wonwoo," you coo, and you don't need to say any more for him to know what you want. He briefly considers teasing you a little longer—making you plead with him, tear up as you beg for him to fuck you, but he knows that you've been thinking about this for too long to have the will to make you wait any longer. Wonwoo can save the edging for another time, he reminds himself, as he slowly makes his way down your body so that his lower half is resting flat on the mattress, strong arms wrapping around your legs and hips.

"Missed seeing you like this, pretty," he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek into your inner thigh, placing wet kisses on the sensitive skin.

"Missed you too," you mumble, growing shy by the way Wonwoo's staring down at the wet spot that stains your panties in front of him.

"Yeah?" he hums, bringing up one hand to pinch the nub of your clit between the fabric, causing you to gasp loudly and throw your head back. "I can tell baby...you're soaked." The tips of your ears burn and you bury your face into the crook of your arm.

"Won-won..."

"Sorry baby, you just look so sexy right now...take your shirt off for me," he responds with a cheeky grin, pressing a kiss onto your soiled panties before peeling them off while you shimmy off your own top. You hiss when the cool air hits your slick folds, hips bucking for some friction. "Easy," Wonwoo orders, grounding your hips down with one strong arm, "Let me take my time with you."

"But I can't wait anymore!" you whimper, watching him bring his face dangerously close to your core. A choked moan rips from your throat when Wonwoo heeds your body's request, liking a warm stripe up your cunt, swirling his tongue over your aching clit. He hums against you as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking so hard it has your arms flying down to grip at his hair.

Without anymore words, Wonwoo glides his tongue through your folds, pressing against them flat and hard and fuck, does he move so languidly, it's like your bodies were made for each other. He lets you tug at his hair, loosening his grip on your waist so that you can buck your hips in a shallow motion while he swivels his head up and down in sync, allowing you to grind against his face perfectly.

"Fuck—Wonwoo—I missed you so much," you cry out when he prods one finger at your hole, the gyrating of your hips taking its opportunity to suck him right in. And before you know, he's got two fingers plunged knuckle deep inside your cunt as he continues to lap at your clit. His name runs from your lips like a mantra and you wonder how you'd gone more than day without having him go down on you like this, because right now it feels as if Wonwoo is all you can breathe, smell, feel, and think.

"Yeah? Think you can show me how much you missed me?" he manages out, finally pulling his face away to catch his breath before diving right back into your filthy cunt, allowing the glistening mess that runs from his lips and down his chin to grow even messier.

"Yes!" you moan as he slips in a third finger, curling them up into that one spot that is burned into the back of his mind—the one spot that has your legs shaking and eyes shutting tight as you cry out his name when your orgasm hits. Wonwoo finger fucks you through the high, and suddenly you're trembling for his touch, to feel his skin against yours, to have him so close you wouldn't be surprised if you mold into one.

Intertwining your fingers with his clean one, you pull him up so fast that he nearly falls over you, grunting a little as he climbs his way up to have his body hovering over yours. It's not enough, you think dazedly, wrapping your arms around his torso to yank him down on you so that your bodies are pressed up right against each other. "Baby," he huffs as his clothed cock rubs up against your bare cunt.

You push your lips against his in an awkward, sloppy kiss as you body roll around in the sheets as Wonwoo tries to shuffle off boxers and you try to wrap your legs around his bare torso as best as you can. As soon as you're both successful, he's pulling away from your lips for a moment to gasp when he slides his cock through your dripping folds. Fuck, it really has been too long, he thinks.

Wonwoo is drunk on the feeling of your wetness alone, and then you're holding him so close—tits pressed up against his chest and pelvis pressing into his and god, he can't take it anymore. He'll apologize later for giving you no warning, but right now he just needs to be inside of you, sinking his fat length into your warm cunt with no hesitation.

The stretch is delicious, and you're reminded of just why your fingers were never able feel the same—he's splitting you in half, and you can't help but crave for more and more and more. Your skin burns and it feels like you might just pass out from the pleasure, but you don't mind if you meet your end—not if it's by Wonwoo's hand.

And then he shifts inside you just a little but that's more than enough for you both to feel it. Wonwoo's stomach is pressed up against yours and it'd be impossible to not feel it. He grabs your hand in his and slips it between the little space that's left between you two so you can both smooth your hands over your stomach and the realization is more than enough to have your feeling another orgasm bubble up in your core.

Because at the base of your belly is the imprint of Wonwoo's cock inside of you, so deep that you're body forced itself to make room for him and the thought alone is enough to have you moaning into each other's mouth as your lips meet for another filthy kiss.

It's about to be a long fucking night.

[haruchuiyo]

dreams come true

shidou who has been all over you finally gets to have you

content: m(a)ture themes + shidou’s kind of a pervert + fingering + f!reader + reader wears a skirt + kinda public s(e)x + shidou is the real cw

first ever blue lock fic I’m writing and it had to be for this mandog lmfao

not proofread

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“Are you wearing those cute panties, pretty?” A familiar voice speaks up from behind you and you turn around with a blank face at Ryusei.

“And who’s asking?” You retort back as he laughs a little.

“Who else, me of course.” He says as he teasingly flicks you on your forehead before leaving you alone.

It’s not the first time shidou ryusei is all over you asking inappropriate questions. The reason why he isn’t stopping is cause he knows you’re enjoying what he’s doing to you. You like the attention he gives you, the words he tells you and the small touches you get.

Now that you’re finally giving in to his words, mouth moving against his own, pinned against the lockers in the boys changing room, he doesn’t go far. His hands are strictly on your hips, kneading your waist on your bare skin after his hands slipped under your shirt.

“Ryu, i want more.” You whine against his lips as he chuckles lightly into the kiss. He pulls away to press soft kisses on your jaw, nips on your sweet spot behind your ear, before trailing lower to press down kisses at the base of your neck. “Next time, pretty girl.” At his words you start to shake your head.

“I want it now.” You pout, feeling needy and bratty. You feel him press his hips closer against yours, rubbing his bulge against you. You softly gasp at the feeling as he flashes you a grin while gently holding your face, tracing his thumb down your cheek, softly pulling on the corners of your lips. His eyes flickers from your eyes to lips a few times until you speak up.

“Do you wanna see my panties?” You ask softly, knowing that’s what he want by the sound of how his breath hitches and how he was swallowing air. He adjusts his footing while licking his lower lip, then he starts shaking his head.

“No I don’t wanna see it.” He is lying. Of course he wants to see them. See how sticky they are, the wet spot from how much you’ve been creaming them. He wants to do it so badly but something is stopping him.

“Ryu, don’t lie.” Now it’s your time to hold his face gently. You tip his head up while brushing your lips against his jaw.

“Don’t you wanna see how wet you made me?” You mumble against his jaw, brushing past it to softly kiss him on his pulse point as you feel him hold your neck, softly squeezing it when you start nipping on the skin there. You squeeze your thighs around his waist tighter, pulling you against him even closer if possible.

“I thought you wanted to see what panties I’m wearing,” you start, hearing him let out a shuddering breath when you gently tug on his earlobe with your teeth. “feel how wet I am.” You whisper by his ear when he lets out a low groan. Then he almost roughly tugs on your hair which has you flash him a triumphant grin.

“You’re testing me now, pretty girl. You don’t want that do you?” He asks while sliding his hands down your abdomen, before slipping them down below your skirt. You gasp when you feel his hand, cold to the touch, on your cunt and he just holds you there.

“I’m trying to stop myself from going further cause you’re..” he stops suddenly before speaking up. “Actually I don’t know why I was stop myself.” He shrugs before flicking his finger over your clit, making you let out a stuttering gasp.

“Asshole.” You let out before moaning when he slides in a finger inside you. “Come up with a better name to call me, doll.” He mutters as he kisses on your throat while pumping his finger inside you, before slipping in a second one leaving a choked gasp slip past your mouth.

“Always dreamed about how your pussy feel would feel, if you’d squeeze on my fingers, if you’d get this wet like you are now.” He curls his fingers inside you and you squeeze your thighs around him, clamping down on his fingers.

“Jerked myself off at the thought of your panties pushed aside, slick with my cum after I’d just fucked you.” He confesses, his words shooting a rush up your body and you moan. You whimper when you feel him pull his fingers out and frown when he grins at you. He pulls his fingers aside, leaving a string of your slick between them.

“Would you taste as good as you feel?” He asks as you gasp when he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking them up. He groans as you see his eyes almost roll back at the taste. “You taste so good, pretty girl.” He moans before putting his fingers in your mouth. You slightly choke around his fingers, which has him grinning widely.

“Oh, I didn’t save anything for you to taste.” His lips changes shape so fast, he is now mockingly pouting in regret. “Asshole.” You mutter softly, he lightly shushes you by putting the same fingers on your lips.

“But,” he pulls his fingers away to hold onto your hips. “I get to finally put my cock inside your pretty pussy.” He says enthusiastically, as he pulls his football shorts down along with his boxers before pulling his cock out. He smirks when he sees how your eyes lightens up in joy and excitement at the sight of it.

“Always thought about how you would feel around me, dreamed about it. Even thought about pulling your skirt down to get a feel every time you wore one.” He tells you and you wrap your arms around his neck, lightly kissing his lips.

“You get to feel it now.” You mumble against his lips. “I do.” He shortly says in relief before you feel the tip of his cock slide, leaving you gasping. Just by the tip along, it’s a strong intrusion and the more he slides in, the more you feel like you’re full of him and him only.

“Ryu, I feel so full.” You managed to say between your choked gasps, as you rest your face in the crook of his neck. You hear him chuckle. “Are you fully inside yet?” Your voice was so soft and quiet, Shidou wants to bottom out and thrust inside already. He’s being nice enough to let you get adjusted to his size.

“Just a little bit.” A light content groan slips from his mouth when he finally bottoms out. “You’re so tight, pretty. Could’ve come just by that along.” He mutters as he presses kisses down the side of your neck.

“But that wouldn’t be fun.” He says before he pulls out and slides back in a blink of an eye and you let out a choked cry as he moans in delight. He continues pound into you, hitting your every spot and the tip kissing your cervix every time. You cling onto Shidou tighter, biting down on his shoulder the more he thrusts inside you, which stimulates him even more as he lets out a low happy grunt.

“You feel so good, pretty girl. So good, could fuck you without getting tired.” His thrusts are getting a little rougher, your back hurting against the locker harder but the pain is pushed aside the more Shidou fucks you.

“Feel so good, ryu.” You let out a sweet little cry and Shidou almost felt like he got heart eyes at the sound. He loves it and the more he hears it when he pounds into you, he can feel himself getting closer. By how you’re clamping down around his cock, he knows you’re getting closer too.

“Are you close, pretty?” His voice is raspy as he asks you. You pull your head away from his neck and nod your head. When he hits a certain point, your head falls back and you feel certain knot in your body. You turn to look at Shidou. His face is warm when you touch it, his forehead sweaty with his hair clinging to it and he looks absolutely ethereal in your eyes. His eyes almost full of excitement as he looks at you.

“You’re pretty, ryu.” And Shidou hits one last thrust in you, coming over the edge at your words. He lets out a languid moan as he paints your walls white and he feels your thighs tremble by his hips as you get to your edge as well.

He looks at your state and you’re glowing in his eyes. Your hairs messy, there’s tear streaks on your face. He touches your face, seeing you lean into it and he loves it. He wipes away the tear streaks with his thumb and licks it.

“It’s salty.” He simply says making you giggle, which has him grinning widely. “Of course it’s salty, ryu. It’s tears.” You continue to giggle but get cut off by his lips on yours.

“Might fuck you more if you keep on giggling.” Safe to say, you continued to giggle.

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if this made no sense it’s cause I wrote it with my eyes closed fr kiki you better have enjoyed this smh

if you made it this far a like, reblog and feedback would be incredibly appreciated

[pascalpvnk]

only need ten

pairing: jackson era!joel miller x afab!reader

summary: this brain rot post by @chaotic-mystery

word count: 0.8k words (i'm impressed with myself)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship (not specified), swearing, needy Joel, porn with a smidgen of plot, no physical descriptions of reader, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering if you squint, creampie)

a/n: it's been aaages since i've started and completed a fic in the same day! anyways, barely edited and quickly beta'd by me, all mistakes are my own. i hope you enjoy! xx (divider by @/saradika)

The snooze button fell under the weight of your palm as your alarm clock beckoned your consciousness. You settled yourself back into your spot, cuddling into the massive man pressed against your back, his arm draped around your frame. A groan vibrated into your neck as Joel pulled you tighter against him. He caged you in like some kind of wild animal.

“Darlin’,” he rasped, the usually deep timbre of his voice reaching half an octave lower. “Just turn the damn thing all th’way off.”

His nose buried deeper into the side of your neck, his hips shifting against your own. Oh. His cock was straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, nudging at your thigh.

“Joel,” your whine muffled by your pillow. “I have to leave in fifteen minutes, I can’t be late for patrol again. We have to be back in time for Sunday brunch.”

“Only need ten, baby,” he drawled in a hushed tone, hooking his thick fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. “Please?”

His lips ghosted along your jaw, his beard prickling against your skin. Your eyes were somewhat adjusted to the darkness of your bedroom, but you couldn’t see the needy man behind you. So when his teeth dragged against your jawline, it completely caught you off guard. Arousal immediately seeped through your underwear, clouding your logical thinking as you nodded in response to him. 

Wasting no more time, Joel pushed your panties down the expanse of your legs, keeping them hooked on one of your ankles. The rough pads of his fingertips teased your entrance, collecting your slick and depositing it to your clit. He traced small, calculated circles along the sensitive and swollen nub. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. Already s’wet for me,” Joel grunted, shuffling behind you and replacing his fingers with the ruddy tip of his cock, lining himself up to spear into you. He slowly stuffed it into your weeping pussy, drawing desperate groans from both of you.

A calloused palm slid under your shirt, landing atop one of your breasts as Joel’s cock bottomed out inside of you. It was quite a pinch since you were so short on time, but your core quickly adjusted to the familiar body. Moans slipped between your lips as he continued to fuck you slowly, but Joel wasn’t having it.

“Baby, ya sound s’pretty,” he sighed with pleasure. “But you’re gon’ wake up the whole neighborhood. Won’t hear the end f’it from Ellie.”

“Can’t help it,” you panted. “Y’feel so good, oh fuck.”

Joel’s hand wriggled out of your top, planting it on your jaw to turn your face. He swallowed your whimpers and cries of pleasure with his lips enveloping yours. His hips continued their lazy pace as your own hand came up to lie overtop his massive one. Sweat from his torso smeared onto your back as your bodies and souls connected as one. 

“Yeah, keep squeezin’ my cock like that, sweetheart. Make a mess all over me,” he groaned against your cheek, kicking the duvet off of your overheated bodies. Maneuvering his leg between yours, he got your leg swung over his thigh, giving himself deeper access into your begging cunt. Each pass stimulated your g-spot, your walls fluttering around his length.

“I’m so close,” you cried as quietly as you could muster. Your breath hitched with every snap of his hips, your impending orgasm tumbling quicker and quicker towards you. A call of your lover’s name was stifled by his palm, the bicep it was interconnected to bulging under your ear. His now free hand found its way back to toy with your throbbing clit. Your walls spasmed around him, his cock twitching in response.

“Christ. Gon’ fill you up, baby. All mine,” he slurred, his grunts and pace picking up as he chased his own high. It was your turn to suppress his volume. A passionate kiss was exchanged, enough to send Joel over the edge and paint the inside of you like his personal canvas. 

Kisses and soft touches continued for a moment after Joel turned you toward him, clammy foreheads pressed together tenderly. Whispered ‘thank you's and ‘I love you's were pressed into your cheek, neck and shoulder before Joel reached down to capture your panties. He pulled them back up your legs and covered your sex, trapping every drop of cum he gave you. 

“Just a reminder f’who took care of your pretty pussy until ya get t’come back to me,” he mused. Joel helped you get bundled up for your first below freezing patrol shift, getting your jacket zipped up, boots tied and stocking cap secured before sending you off with a ‘be smart’ and warm kiss on your forehead. 

The walk to your post felt ten miles long with how behind you were, your boots leaving behind tracks in the fresh layer of snow. There was no way of hiding your true excuse, you reeked of sex and sweat, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't worth it.

“Eight minutes late again! Grace period is up, I'm afraid,” Tommy chirped as you approached, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Only ten minutes your ass.

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[blood-smiles]

❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 ❞ ᯓ★୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 TW ~ MDNI . slight nsfw . yandere content . stalking . blood kink(?) . submissive yandere . creepy thoughts . just a little needle talk . highly unprofessional behavior from yandere . reader is a simpand Yuuto (yandere!nurse) is utterly whipped for them

╰┈➤ It was the time of the year to get your blood drawn, the time you dreaded greatly, having to fast and being held down to a chair to get your life juice sucked out of you, what fun.

❤︎ the moment you walked in you noticed 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, a fresh face in the hospital, and a pretty one at that, you weren't going to lie, at first you thought he was a girl.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 locked eyes with you, he had been assigned to check you in, the moment he looked into your stunning (e/c) eyes his heart skipped a whole beat, the blush blooming across his face was inevitable.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 noticed quickly how nervous you were, well.. It was understandable, nobody liked having their blood drawn, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was him that was making you nervous, your cute eyes barely met his own, from the way those adorable hands of yours fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, was it wrong to think you were so endearing..?

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 who treated you differently from other patients, deciding to guide you into a room to take your blood while gently asking you about yourself, nodding and smiling softly whenever you would reply, his cheeks getting hotter and hotter the more he spoke to you.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 was delighted- no, better said: Over the moon when you finally gave your name to him, (y/n) huh? it has such a nice ring to it! his (y/n).. it felt so right saying that, the syllables of your name rolled off his tongue smoothly,he could say it until his vocal chords burst, It would look so pretty carved into his skin!

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 who excused his lingering touch as 'finding your veins' just to feel the warmth radiating off of your arm, his own hand wrapped around yours, his fingers gently feeling around your arm.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 who offered his hand so you could squeeze when you felt scared of the needle.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 who sneakily snatched an extra vial of blood from you, secretly slipping the warm container into the pocket of his scrubs.

❤︎𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 who cooed and praised you as soon as the needle from your skin was extracted, his eyes softened with a twinge of guilt behind them, his hand twitched as he watched you exhale in relief, oh.. How he wanted to baby you, gently caress your heated cheeks and embrace you in his arms..

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 waved you goodbye, the melancholy and tiredness that plagued his body went away when you were around, instead being replaced with endless amounts of energy and joy,

❤︎ but now that same, horrible feeling was back, the ache in his joints and the pounding headache hit him suddenly, making him grasp his head with his hand.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 excused himself to the bathroom, splashing water on his face to perhaps lessen the effects of the headache,

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 dried his hands on his scrubs, his long fingers brushing against a lump in his pockets.. The light of his eyes suddenly returned as he recalled the blood vial he stole.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 carefully took the warm vial out of his pockets, his eyes following the movement of the crimson liquid inside, he gently clasped his hands around the object, it emanated warmth, successfully warming his hands up.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 pressed the heated glass against his cheek, his heart beat against his ribs erratically at the memory of your smile and how you held his hand so carefully.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 imagined what the look on your face would be if you saw him like this, what would you do to him if you found out he stole vials of your blood? Would you hit him? degrade him? only thinking of it made him rub his thighs together..

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 encircled his own hand around his throat, pressing down on his airways, a choked moan barely coming out of his mouth, his nails pressed down on the soft skin of his neck, imprinting crescent shaped indents on his throat.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 soon stopped, remembering he had to go back to work or else his supervisor would get on his back about where he was..

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 stared down at his hand, still feeling the ghost of softness from your hand, he cradled the hand you touched against his chest while looking down with a small smile.

❤︎ suddenly a gentle hand touched his shoulder, snapping him out of his daze, 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾's soft expression twisted into an irritated scowl, he shrugged off her hand discretely.

❤︎ he gazed up, covering the nasty show of displeasure with a welcoming smile, his supervisor smiled down at 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, "Yes?" He asked trying to feign kindness, his supervisor, Danielle, blushed as soon as she noticed the smile on his face, "Yuuto, are you feeling okay? your face is awfully red.. Do you have a fever?" 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 had to hold back the urge to scoff.

❤︎ "..Actually, I'm feeling a little under the weather, haha.. I knew you would notice." 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 laughed stiffly, his fist were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white, the veins running along his forearms looking like they were about to burst from the sheer pressure,

Danielle however was oblivious to his aggressive body language, she giggled bashfully, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I.. Of course, Yuuto! Y-You should probably clock out early today, I don't want to over work you.. being sick and all.." She massaged his shoulder tenderly, the unwanted contact making rage bubble under his skin, his left eye twitched in irritation.

❤︎ this woman doesn't know the concept of personal space, does she? Can't she see that he was taken? By you nonetheless, such blatant disrespect wouldn't slide.. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything too brash, this woman's affection was beneficial to him, however there is only room for one person in his heart, and he already decided that the only who would fill that space would be (y/n), not this.. nuisance.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 glanced at your file, his once narrowed eyes softened with fondness as his eyes stared at your picture, he really needed to get your face printed out so he could start a project shrine devout to you, his eyes scanned over your information on your file, he read over your home address many times, memorizing every small letter and number.. You lived awfully close to his house, how convenient! :)

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 clocked out, slinging his bag over his shoulder he left the clinic, he felt disgusted, utterly filthy and tainted by touch that came from anyone that wasn't you, he would need to scrub his skin raw when he got home.

❤︎ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 walked the convenience store near his house for a coffee, he was about to fall asleep standing, some caffeine was very much needed..

❤︎ You perked up when the bell near the entrance chimed, looking up to see who entered you didn't expect to meet the warm yellow hues of the hot nurse from the hospital..

❝ 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍? 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁! ♡︎ ❞

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 53

part 1 | part 52 | ao3

cw: sex & spit & sadness; period-typical homophobia

They're on each other the second they get through Steve’s front door. Something charged and taut between them; something begging to be snapped.

It's not gentle — Eddie pushes him against the walls as he walks them toward the bedroom, tearing off clothes and palming Steve's cock just enough to get it hard. Shoves him down onto the bed and preps him quick with messy fingers, mumbling praise into the crook of his neck as he spreads him open, one, then two, then, breathless, “Three.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah,” he groans. “There you fucking go.” Frenzied flicks and thrusts, curling just right at the tip, and when he lines himself up he urges, "Come on, baby, let me in- let me—"

Steve tenses, then lets go. Sets his thoughts to run free in a field of wildflowers, lets himself sink into warm depths where his mind is quiet and his body is in flames and everything is so, so unbearably good. Eddie gives him a second to adjust, and when he moves, Steve moves with him. Earth and moon; tidal force. He plants one foot on the bed to match Eddie's frantic pace, the other leg thrown around his hip, urging him deeper, harder, in in in, and Eddie's fucking him so hard he's sliding up the sheets, so hard he can barely speak, his mouth open on one long, continuous moan.

He can't keep not saying it. He can't keep— he can't— "Eddie," he gasps, whimpering as Eddie angles his hips and strokes in deep, slick skin slapping where their bodies meet. "Eddie, I- unh, oh, fucking god, I lo- lov-"

"Stick your tongue out for me, princess."

Eddie grunts and spits in his mouth. Wet and gross and loud, splashing on Steve’s cheeks and nose, his lips, and he chases it with his tongue; licks over Steve's open mouth and fucks his tongue in deep, then pulls back to slide two fingers in and moan, "Suck my fingers while you come. That's it, honey, that's—" and Steve comes with a hoarse shout.

Eddie follows him right over. Fills him up and stays there; collapses on his chest.

He’s still inside him when the tears start.

Muffled sniffs against Steve’s collarbone, wet and warm and mixing with their cooling sweat, and Steve says, “Hey,” but there's no answer.

Eddie stifles another whimper. Steve drops his arms from his shoulders to his waist. "What's wrong?”

The question feels like putting one foot out over the quarry. Fourteen and tipsy on a dare, smiling real wide as his friends counted down from ten. The cheering, the shoulder grabs, handshakes and pats on the back, and then, and then, alone in the bushes, stomach turning as he realized they had almost let him die.

Eddie shakes his head against him; rolls his forehead back and forth on his shoulder, no and no and no. “I can’t— baby, I’m not… I’m not good.” His voice cracks, and he gives a low moan, pained and drawn out like he’s fighting off a fever. “I’m a fucking black hole.”

There's no fight in his voice — no hint of hysteria, no sing-song sarcasm, no boisterous breath. He goes soft and slips out, and it's just empty. Just dead. Speared through by the ruthless roots of old grief, and now some deep, hollow misery churns ugly truth like solar flares, the words blackened and raw and wholeheartedly believed.

And Steve wants to laugh, because he’s the black hole. He’s the rotten thing sucking Eddie into orbit. Eddie’s the brilliant star stuff spinning past his dark horizon. “No,” he says simply, squeezing his arms tighter around him. “No.”

They lie in silence for a while. Breathing out of rhythm, hearts thudding against each other's chests. Eventually Eddie falls asleep, and Steve rolls him over and tucks them in, cleans them up with a discarded t-shirt.

He stays awake for a long time; stares at the ceiling, a question tearing at his mind — a jagged thumbnail worming under the edge of a too-fresh scab:

What happens when two black holes collide?

He’d asked that once. In middle school. Raised his hand in science class, and Mr. Clarke had called the question intriguing, and Tommy H. had called him a fag. ‘Only nerds care about space shit,’ he’d taunted during recess, ‘I mean, what are we, eight?’

Steve sometimes wishes that he was still.

Wishes things could be that easy.

Wishes, more than anything, that he didn’t wake up alone.

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part 54

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[skibasyndrome]

Wilmon💜

"I can't get the water to turn warm"

best friends on a weekend getaway together? what could go wrong?

"I can't get the water to turn warm." Wille whips around, turning towards Simon, the stack of clothes he just lifted out of his suitcase still in hand. And almost drops it, when he gets a good look of his friend. Wille swallows hard, deliberately not focusing on the white hotel towel slung low around his waist. He can do this. He fucking promised himself he could get through this weekend get-away without making an idiot out of himself. And so he takes what he hopes is an innocuous breath. "Should I go and ask at reception, or- ," Wille tries, but Simon interrupts him with an exasperated sigh. It's only then that Wille notices that both of his arms, now crossed in front of his chest, are still wet. And he really doesn't need to keep thinking about the fact that, if he hadn't been interrupted, Simon would now be standing in that shower, naked, only the thin bathroom door between them. Wille doesn't know when things changed and Simon's nakedness became a thing he consciously noticed and felt some kinda way about, but somehow, with Simon very exposed while Wille isn't, it's difficult not to notice. He quickly averts his eyes, brings them back up to level with Simon's. "I mean, I can't figure out all the shower controls in there," Simon says and lifts a hand up to run through his curls. "There are way too many buttons on that thing," he complains, and Wille huffs a laugh at his pout. He knows the line of thought is dangerous, and he really should try to stop thinking about his best friend this way, but Simon is cute when he's frustrated. "And...," he adds, impatiently gesturing toward the bathroom door he left open, like Wille isn't following. Which, maybe, he isn't. "A good friend, aware of his own unnecessarily extravagant hotel choices, would help me figure that shit out." Oh. Wille quickly nods, and before he can come up with a snarky thing to retort, Simon turns on his heels and stalks back into the bathroom. Which is fine, totally, there's nothing wrong with being in the bathroom with a barely covered up Simon. Nothing at all. And there is nothing wrong with Simon leaning back against the sink, arms stretched out behind him as he watches Wille. Fucking watches him, one side of his mouth curled up in amusement, probably thoroughly entertained by the fact that Wille himself hits the wrong button a couple of times. Just as he's about to give up and offer to go ask at the reception desk after all, he feels the spray hitting his forearms get warmer and warmer. So at least he now gets bragging rights over figuring the shower out before Simon did. "It's not that complicated," he starts, a blatant lie, "you just need to -" When he turns back around, Simon is right in front of him, a lot closer than he was earlier, a lot closer than Wille ever remembers him being, at least in this state of undress. He might be imagining things, but it feels like he can feel the heat coming off of Simon even through his own shirt. Involuntarily, he swallows again.

"I, I can..." There's definitely enough space in the bathroom, definitely enough space so that either of them can take a step back just fine, but Wille feels rooted in place. When he watches Simon's eyes drop to his lips, just for the fraction of a second, his pulse is hammering heavily in his ears. "I'm going to let you, leave you to..." Fuck, he can't control the stammering, feels like an idiot, like the most embarrassing person that's ever lived like- Simon's hand is on his arm suddenly. Warm and gentle, fingers sprawling across Wille's bicep. He's going to die. He's losing his mind. Because why is Simon tugging on Wille's arm, pulling it towards him? Wille holds his breath, doesn't dare make a move, lets Simon pull him even closer. When his fingertips first make contact with the warm, soft skin of Simon's waist, Simon's eyes slip closed for a moment, like on accident. Nothing about this makes sense, none of it, but the single touch, the contact of his fingers and the skin of the man he's touched a million times before, courses through Wille's body like lightning. When Simon carefully presses down on his biceps, Wille mimics him, takes a hold oh his waist. Eyes glued to Simon's face, he watches him lick his lips. The words that make it out of the beautiful mouth that Wille desperately wants to latch onto are barely more than a whisper. "You can stay."

Hiiiii, thank you so so so so so much for this fun little prompt and very sorry for only writing this now!! I hope you enjoyed it hihi yes safdgkjfd I know, I might be a little rude for giving all this tension without resolve recently dsfakdghf sorryyyyy 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you 5(+) more

[madarasgirl]

'Batman' Alucard Gets His Way

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, pure fluff, shape-shifting, yandere, tit pillow, established relationship Words: 699

A cute little scenario popped into my head of living with Alucard while holding a day job at Hellsing and our vampire lover persuades us towards a more nocturnal routine. Feeling so soft for him lately. I promise the fluff I am pumping out for now will only last until my ovaries start speaking up again. ♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢ He said he wouldn't force you into anything. He promised you were allowed to live the life you desired even if you were to be involved with him, but it was a lie all along to reel you in. Your attempts to live a 'normal' daytime life were made impossible by a certain incessant, infuriating vampire.

Chittering met your ears with disagreement and you looked down at the fuzzy black bat nestled within your sweater at the bust with exasperation. He was adorable when sleepy like this, if only he was reasonable while you were at work! "You can't stay for long today, Alu. Once the meeting begins, you'll have to leave."

You caught a glimpse of ruby eyes and felt the muffled rustle of wings against your skin before the creature's eyes fell close.

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Alucard woke to hands tugging him from his nest, your gentle voice reminding him it was time for his exit. His eyes remained shut as he dug his claws deeper into the material of your bra, determined to stay put while surrounded by your scent and warmth, lulled by the comfort of your breathing and heartbeat.

Your voice grew pleading as he fell asleep once more, but he wasn't letting go. Who told you to work this job by day when you should be resting in his coffin with him at this time? It was merely the Hellsing associates. What they thought of him sleeping on you mattered little to him.

You ended up at the meeting that morning with a hand around your clingy bat to support his weight on your chest while countless eyes watched, though they tried –and failed– to pretend as if they were staring elsewhere. You squirmed sheepishly under their gaze as Seras laughed awkwardly and directed the attendees' attention away from her dozing master.

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A fingertip tapped his snout lightly. Your lips showered his forehead and face with affection. The Shadow King floated back to consciousness and he keened to lean into the petting under his chin as he stretched languidly.

"That's enough Alucard, this time you really have to go before the break ends!" He yawned, twin fangs glinting brightly as he settled his little furry body against the softness of your breasts and drifted. Such wonderful warmth. He nuzzled back into your silken skin, his mind clouded with the perfume of your scent swaddling him from all directions.

His peace was broken when you shook him and a low grumble echoed through your mind with displeasure.

That is thrice now that you roused me from my slumber, dear human.

“I am working! You can't just show up and sleep all over me like this! If you wanted proper rest, you should have stayed down in the basement!”

Finally the bat slipped through your shirt and reformed a tall, devilish man in crimson. His eyes were barely open with a half-hearted glower as he towered over you, his movements lethargic. All that sleeping and your lover was still drowsy!

“People are going to think us unprofessional! These are Integra's important allies and you are throwing Hellsing's reputation to the dust!”

The idiot vampire chuckled. "You concern yourself much with the impressions of others. Their opinions are irrelevant."

You huffed. You knew he would reply with something along those lines. Trying again, you told him, “Your actions are reflecting poorly on my performance!” What if you got dismissed? Though working a civilian job would be simpler than putting up with this insolence.

He appeared lost in thought when he unexpectedly relented. “As you wish, little one,” he murmured as he melted away from sight to your relief.

Alucard however remained quietly in your shadows, only causing mischief when any attendee became too unruly, though no one else was aware of his presence.  Settling yourself into the cushy seat again after the exhaustive meeting, you found your bat pawing to get back into your sweater. Did an immortal truly have nothing better to do? Then again, what does Alucard have if not time?

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Such a routine continued frequently until you decided that working another position that aligned your schedule with his nocturnal lifestyle would be easier on everyone's sanity.

~End~

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**To be clear, if Alucard wanted to curl up and sleep in my shirt while I work, I’d be sure to somehow stuff a heated blanket up there to give him more comfort. My comfort vampire is welcome to all I have to offer ❤️**

[brokenpieces-72]

Task force 141!gangster au x reader

Enemies?

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TW: Police violence

The next week or so is… difficult. You send notice that you need time off. It gets rejected and Graves continues to come by to check in and all you can tell him is you sat in your apartment. Graves doesn’t comment, only shakes his head and leaves.

One night you finally leave your apartment, going off into the cold night. As you’re walking though, a couple of officers notice you. The rest is a blur.

You’re in pain, sore and can barely stay standing as you walk. You find safety in an all too familiar alley, where you had met Soap for the first time. You sat down and hugged your knees feeling sorry for yourself once again. Everyone was against you now. You couldn’t trust anyone it seemed. You let the cold seep into your clothes and your bones and prayed for something. You didn’t know what but something, something you could trust, someone who could tell you the truth.

Your father was always truthful. He encouraged you to be open with him, and he was open with you. If something was bothering you, and you didn’t want to talk about it, he would offer a trade. A story for your story. When he came home you would notice something bothering him, and offer the same. Never a lie between you too…but apparently there were secrets.

You were a long way from your apartment. A cab wouldn’t likely pick you up anytime soon. You recall the note Ghost had given you, as you shoved your hands into your pockets and pulled it out.

You wasted little time typing the number into your phone and texting it.

Y/N: Hello? I was told to text this for a ride.

???: On my way. Where are you?

Y/N: I’ll meet you near the library, downtown. It’s not far from where I am.

???: Red scarf yeah?

Y/N: yes.

You head over to the library, your bruises screaming at you along with the cold, making your entire body beg for comfort and warmth. You started wondering if you should go inside the library’s when a fancy black vehicle pulled up. The driver window rolled down and a man with dark skin peeked out.

“Y/N L/N?” He asks. You nod, and he gives a concerned look at you. “Back seat.”

You nod and open the door to the car, climbing into the back. The driver looks at you through the rear view while you shiver in the back.

“Kyle Garrick. Call me Gaz.” He says. You give a small nod and a tiny smile. The car starts moving. When it takes the wrong turn, you get a little nervous.

“My apartment-“

“Not taking you there. Someone wants to talk to you first.” He says, without looking away from the road. You sit in silence, leaning back in your seat. Soon you nod off to sleep, the familiar ambience of the car and your exhaustion getting to you. Your father used to insist you sleep on the way home. You enter a mid state of sleep, where you’re partially aware of what’s around you while your body relaxes and rests. As Gaz checks on you he decides to take a longer route to the destination, texting his boss.

When you finally wake the vehicle is parked and Gaz gets out, opening the door for you. He’s wearing a leather jacket, white shirt and dark jeans. You ease yourself out, head starting to hurt, the chill of the cold weather trying to reenter your body, and the remainders of sleep still trying to exit. At least your black eye wasn’t swollen shut and you could still walk. Silver linings.

When you look up to see where your driver had brought you, you nearly slip on the ice. Thankfully Kyle helps you off, before you could do more injury to yourself.

“Let’s get you inside before you do more damage to yourself.” Kyle teases, while leading you inside a club, one that was not only expensive but was known to belong to the main suspect in the case. John Price. Did Ghost sell you out? No blame there. Even still, you weren’t expecting a free ride included in meeting the head of the TK141 gang.

Stepping inside the place is empty save for a woman behind the counter of the bar typing away on a laptop and a larger man carrying in crates of alcohol and carrying out crates of empty bottles. The woman looks up at you and you swear you’ve seen her before. Maybe a work friend of your father’s. She just gives you a nod, and you return it. Gaz takes off his coat and strides in.

“Nik, ya need help?” He asks the large man. Nik just gives him a nod and Kyle picks up a crate. You stand there in the foyer, shifting nervously in place. You turn your head to the woman who notices your black eye. Without a word she reaches down from behind the counter and comes back up, with a rag filled with ice. She comes round the counter and gives it to you, and you put it to your eye immediately.

“Drink?” She offers.

“Water.” You croak out not noticing your throat was drying until she said something.

“John is in the far booth. I’ll bring it to you.” She says before going further into the bar. You slip off your jacket, but keep your beanie and scarf on, shuffling with your still wet boots across the wood floor.

He’s just a person. Another man. Just a man. You’ve met plenty of men, passed plenty of men on the street. What’s one more?

Except he’s the man who was with your father in the last moments. That’s what the reports said. Putting him away had been a goal for sometime. Even if you hadn’t joined the force you would find a way to find his killer. You were the only one left of your family as a result, and one of the only ones who was at the funeral. You recalled seeing a man at your father’s grave after the funeral. You didn’t say anything to him that day. Graves was more concerned with getting you back in the car, and giving you time to grieve in your own. When the police showed you sketches of Price you kept your mouth shut. Personal connections to a case weren’t permitted. Now here you were about to sit down with him and…talk? You wondered if you should record everything on your phone. Maybe salvage what you could of this case. Doubt it would matter with your own officers jumping you earlier.

You feel like you’re walking to the principal’s office with the ice on your eye, getting into another fight at school. When you reach the booth for a split second you expect to see your father sitting across from Price about to remind you not to resort to violence. The booth is empty except for a larger man with a simple t-shirt and a beard. His head is down and there’s half a drink left next to him as he looks over some papers. You stay there looking at him for a moment before deciding to climb into the booth across from him.

The space is quiet. You watch Nik and Kyle continue to moving things around to prep the club for tonight. The woman returns and gives you the water, asking about your eye again.

“John give the poor girl some notice.” She says, almost glaring at him.

“Almost done Laswell.” He says, without looking up. You look at the woman recalling the name. Your father had met with her a couple times when you were younger. She had aged a bit since then, a few age lines on her face, but still the same as you remember. The hair bun too.

Laswell huffs at Price and turns her attention to you. “Call if you need anything.”

She put a hand on your shoulder before walking away back to her work. Price finally turns his attention to you.

“You have questions?” He asks.

“A few.” You croak before going to take a sip of water, and stopping yourself.

“Stupid to bring you all the way here just to poison you.” He points out, recognizing your hesitation. You sip and find normal water. Time would tell. He’s looking at your sorry state. It’s enough to make shift in your seat.

“Cops?” He asks. You shrug. It’s bad enough they jumped you, it’s worse he was able to pick up on it. “Cops don’t like us.”

“Us?” You ask.

“Take after your father I’ve been told.” He says pressing his lips. You drop your gaze to your hands. “He never told you did he?”

“He told me everything.” You argue.

“…he tell you about how he helped me get started?”

You go very quiet. No. No he was a cop.

“Your father was helping us while doing his job. We do things differently, doing what needs to be done rather than everything we can do. Your father helped keep those limitations enforced, while keeping us out of them. He gave us the information, we went after it when the cops couldn’t. Opens the cases wider.”

You take a moment to think about it. More often than not you had been handed files and told to just store them in evidence boxes. Investigations rarely solved, court avoided, and you getting told to just do your job.

“Like what?” You asked. Price smirks, and shows you a paper with a few photos. A jewellery store, one that Farah and her group had hit more than once.

“You’re familiar with blood diamonds? Well you need probable cause to do more digging, so Farah breaking in and making accusations, raises some flags. Flags that lead to warrants. The Los Voqueros, not only get pharmaceuticals they jump on illegal drug shipments. Ones that big pharmaceutical companies use in their own products.”

“And what about you? What do you do?” You ask.

“We help those who can’t help themselves. We get our hands dirty in the right places, so others can stay clean.” He says, shifting and folding his hands, looking right at you.

“We?” You ask.

“Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Nik, Laswell, myself…you?” He gave a slight smirk.

“I’m a cop.” You say.

“So was your father. A damned good one. He let the right people go, caught the ones that needed to be put away.”

“I’m not my father… I’ve requested to be taken off the case, Graves is disappointed, my coworkers just beat me up, I lost the only people who cared about me because I thought I was doing the right thing… I’m nothing like him.”

“Not expecting you to be.” He says seriously. That was the first time you’d heard that from anyone other than your dad. He never expected you to be a cop or to be perfect. Only that you do your best, and be your own person regardless of your path. You take another sip of water.

“What are you expecting?” You ask him.

“Not sure yet. Heard you’re quite the artist.” He says. “Seen some of the work. Soap showed me the first one you made him. Certainly draws attention. Heard you had one for the Los Voqueros.”

“Doubt Alejandro would want me anywhere near them. Bridges have been burned, I can’t put out the fire and walk across it again.”

“Doesn’t need to be the same bridge.” Price offers.

“Oi boss? You still need me?” Gaz asks, dusting off his hands.

“Take y/n home. They need some rest.” Price says. Gaz gestures for you to follow him and Price gives you a business card.

“Call if you need anything.”

You nod and leave with Gaz, taking the business card with you. Laswell says goodbye as you pass her on the way out.

The drive home is surprisingly casual, with Gaz offering to let you ride passenger. When you arrive at your apartment though you spy Graves own car parked nearby. Shit. Gaz looks at you and notices where you were looking.

“Want company?” He offers. Bringing him would make things complicated, but also keep you safe. Alone, it was 50-50.

“Is there somewhere else I can stay?” You ask.

“Get your stuff, I’ll wait.” He says nonchalant.

You go upstairs to your apartment. Graves is there and sees you. Sees you were in a fight. He actually comes over and looks at you, checking your black eye.

“The fuck happened now?” He asks, frustrated.

“Some officers jumped me.” You tell him. Moment of truth. You see his confusion and mild shock. Did he plan it? Was it his idea?

“You need to go to hospital, fill out a report.” He instructs.

“I don’t want to… I’m tired, I just came to get my stuff, stay somewhere else for the night.” You explain. Graves at this point doesn’t want to try and press you. You’ve been struggling, and if you’re safe that’s his main concern. There worry in his eyes, as if he’s deciding to argue with you.

“You text me when you get there.” He tells you.

“Yes sir.” Graves leaves, not noticing Kyle’s car. You come back out with a backpack of your stuff and Kyle takes you to a hideout.

“Price finally talked to them.” Ghost tells Johnny over a game of pool. There’s a couple empty bottles place directly on the table for them to maneuver around.

“So?” Soap says, taking another shot pretending to not care. He hits a few balls but no sinks.

“You gonna keep calm?” Ghost asks. Their conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. They both turned their heads to the sound. Ghost looks back at Soap while he makes his way to answer it. “Are you?”

Soap doesn’t have time to answer before the door opens. Gaz is standing there, and nods at Ghost.

“Brought a friend.” He says stepping aside. Soap steps a bit closer as Gaz walks in.

Soap sees you with your hood up, your old leather jacket, and your red scarf, shifting your weight on a slight limp. You see Soap.

You consider making a run for it.

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara

[lipglossanon]

I Can Go With The Flow

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, sappy Leon 🥺, flirting, teasing, dirty talk, name calling, praise kink, slight scent kink, oral (f receiving), mentions of somno (reader is into it), but dubcon just in case lol, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

slightly proofread 🤏

major shoutout to @ao3-rex1223 💜

title from Go With the Flow by Queens of the Stoneage

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“Stop,” you laugh, “I just finished working out. I’m all gross and sweaty.”

He presses you harder into the bed with a low whine, “So?”

You just finished doing yoga along with some cardio in order to start getting back in shape, and Leon happened to pass your room and see you standing up off of your workout mat.  Before you knew it, he was all over you, panting like a little puppy. 

You giggle as he drops sloppy kisses on your neck, helping you slip out of your shirt and sports bra, breasts bouncing as you splay back onto the bedspread. 

His eyes zero in on the motion, but his fingers grab the band of your leggings and tug them down. He tugs it to your thighs and groans when he sees your bare cunt.

“I don’t wear panties when working out since I’m just in my room,” you bump your knee against his shoulder, “so now you know for future reference.”  

“I’m gonna have a heart attack,” he whispers, eyes glued to your pussy as he slips the leggings completely off. 

You laugh and tug at his shoulders. He willingly goes, forearms caging your head as you lie under his bulky body.  It feels scandalous to be completely nude while Leon is still fully dressed. 

“Grab my wrists, baby brother,” you whisper up at him, “ah ah, hold them together with one hand.”

He shifts his weight to one arm to follow your instructions. You arch up into him as he clasps your wrists together easily in one broad hand. 

“So hot without even trying, Leon,” you smile up at his bashful grin. 

“Yeah? I can say the same to you,” his eyes drift down to the peaks of your breasts. 

“Well, what’re you gonna do? I’m such a hot,” you nip his jaw, “sweaty,” you lick his bottom lip, “mess.”

He whines and kisses you messily, tongue lapping at your lips as you giggle. 

“Whatever you want,” he pants, grinding his bulge into your thigh, “I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

You grin up at him, “I actually have a good idea. Why don’t I teach you how to eat a girl out? Does that sound good, baby brother?”

“Yeah so good,” he grinds against your cunt, smearing slick all over his sweats, “teach me how to eat you out, what you like best. I just wanna make you cum.”

“Mmm, Leon you’re just too cute,” you laugh sweetly, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him hotly, “get between my legs, pretty boy.”

He whines but does as you say, letting go of your hands to kneel between your spread legs, a wet spot forming where his cock’s tenting his sweats. 

You drag your eyes from his twitching bulge up to his blown out pupils and blushing face, “Get comfy little brother, we might be here a long time.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, shifting until he’s laying down, face hovering over your thighs.  

“Start slow,” you run your hands through his hair, “kiss her legs and thighs before just jumping in, although sometimes jumping in is fine; kinda have to read the room with that one.”

He nods and places soft kisses against the bottom of your knees, dragging his pouty mouth across your skin to start kissing your thighs. 

“I like it when a guy bites me, especially as he’s getting closer and closer to my pussy,” you whisper down to him, tapping the junction where the inside of your thigh meets your cunt, “found that this spot really gets me wet when he bites me really hard.”

Leon growls and nips at your thigh, “You don’t have to phrase it that way. Just tell me what you like not how a random guy helped you figure it out.”

You giggle at his stormy eyes, “Aww you’re jealous! That’s so cute, Leon!”

You gasp out a low moan as his teeth sinks into the spot you just showed him, pleasure zapping through your body and making your cunt leak as your hands tighten in his hair. He worries the skin between his teeth as he sucks and licks the spot until you’re mewling. 

“Good?” he grins as he pulls away.  

“Mmm that was a little mean, baby brother,” you bite your lip, eyes watching him rock his hips into the bed, “should spank you for that.”

He moans pressing his mouth against  your thigh. 

“M sorry, sis,” he looks up at you, pupils blown, “just make me so crazy thinking about you with someone else.”

You smile and pet his head, “I know, you’re just a sweetheart.”

You guide Leon along, telling him what feels good or too much or not enough until you’re soaking the sheets as he greedily laps at your hot cunt. 

“Doing so good for me,” you gasp as his lips kiss the hood of your clit, “such a good boy.”

He moans and sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, lathing his tongue over it until you’re bucking your hips. Leon keeps his mouth on your pudgy clit until you’re pushing his head away with a whine. 

“S’too much,” you whimper, thighs twitching under his hands.

“Taste so good though,” he mumbles, hands pinning your hips down, mouth moving back to suckle your swollen bud. 

You’re so close to cumming that your hands are weak at pushing him away. 

“Leon,” you keen high in your throat, “enough, I’m trying to teach you.”

He only hums making your head thrash at the vibrations on your clit as his tongue keeps licking over it. 

“Leon, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you mewl, eyes fluttering as your orgasm draws nearer. 

He finally lets go with a pop, tongue eagerly licking up all the slick oozing from your cunt before slipping his tongue inside your clenching hole. Groaning, he lets his eyes fall shut as he fucks his tongue into your fluttering pussy. 

“Such a bad boy,” you pant, hands tangling in his hair and pulling. 

He ruts his hips into the bed making you tug his hair again; this time, he shudders all over and grinds his face even deeper into your pussy. 

“Like that?” you tease, pulling his hair again, “what a slut.”

Leon pulls back with a load moan, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m your slut.”

“Awww,” you coo, guiding his head back between your legs, “eat me out then, like a good little slut.”

Leon whines and humps the bed as he buries his tongue inside your pussy. You grind up against his face, dragging your drippy cunt all over his mouth. 

“Make me cum, like a good boy, Leon.”

He nods, kissing and licking your pussy lips until he reaches your clit. Sucking the little bundle of nerves into his mouth, he wetly sucks and laps at your clit over and over. Your hands cup the back of his head as you arch up into his hungry mouth. 

“Yeah that’s it,” you gasp, eyes falling shut, “mmm, good boy.”

Leon groans low in his chest as he humps your bed, never letting up the slow hot suction on your clit. It doesn’t take long until you’re falling apart, hole clenching around nothing as slick gushes from your pussy as you cum on Leon’s mouth. 

He whines, hips stuttering as he shoves his face into your spasming pussy. 

“Cumming, oh big sis, fuck, ‘m cumming,” he whimpers, tongue dragging through your sopping wet pussy, “it’s leaking all over your bed.”

You moan and reach down, hurriedly pulling him up towards you. Shoving his sweats off, his spent cock bobs up slapping the happy trail on his stomach. Sighing, you lick up the sticky mess all over his cock. His hips twitch forward as he tries to stay still while your tongue laps at his softening dick. 

“S’too sensitive,” he whimpers but lets you clean up all the cum dripping down his thick length. 

“Such a good boy,” you smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before pulling him down into a kiss.

After that, Leon makes it his new mission in life to eat you out as much as possible. If there’s even one instance where you’re both alone, he’s holding your hips down as he licks into your drooling pussy. He’s insatiable and greedy, sometimes not even taking your panties off before he’s licking and sucking at your cunt. 

It’s Pavlovian now when Leon’s kneeling in front of you for your hole to start gushing slick before he’s even touched you. It would be embarrassing if Leon teased you about it, but he’s always too enraptured every time he buries his face between your legs to comment on how wet you are for him. Your clit is constantly swollen from his mouth since he seems to fixate on that more than anything. 

Friday night has you both hanging out in the living room as your parents bid you goodbye and head out to dinner with friends. Before you can blink, Leon’s underneath the blanket covering your legs on the couch and tugging your shorts and panties off. With a groan, he’s licking into your cunt sloppily. You whine low in your throat as he places your legs over his shoulders so he can press his face against your pussy, tongue slipping inside your fluttering hole. 

He keeps you edged for hours, tongue and lips sucking and flicking across your pudgy clit before fucking inside your soaked hole as you mewl and sigh, thighs trembling under his hands. Hearing the jingle of keys in the lock followed by the low voices of your parent as they open the front door has Leon finally pulling away from your messy cunt. He helps tug your clothes back on as he wipes his lower jaw with the bottom of his shirt. Running a hand through his hair doesn’t really do much for the fact it looks like he’s had his face shoved in your pussy for the last few hours. 

Lucky for you both, your parents breeze past with a quick goodnight called to you as they head upstairs. Once their footsteps disappear, Leon grins at you and ducks back under your blanket and yanks your clothes off. His mouth eagerly kisses and licks and your clit making your eyes roll back as you get desperately to keep quiet. Leon has no such qualm and grunts and moans into your cunt as he goes back to eating you out like his life depends on it. 

“Leon,” you whisper, lifting the blanket up to see his blown out pupils and messy hair, tongue circling your clit. 

“Taste so good,” he murmurs, lips brushing across your pussy, “please let me keep going, wanna eat you out so good.”

“Our parents—“

Your sentence cuts off with a gasp as Leon pulls back the hood of your clit and starts kitten licking the swollen bud. He doesn’t slow down or stop, eyes watching your face as he keeps up the teasing licks. 

“Leon,” you mewl softly, hips trying to grind but unable due to him holding them down, “god, we’re gonna get caught. Do you want that? Want them to find you like this?”

His eyes flutter as he humps the couch, “Mmm, what about you? Letting your sweet little brother eat this hot, messy cunt.”

Your hips writhe under his hands at his tone. 

“Big sis getting me addicted to this little pussy, practically forcing me to eat you out,” he flattens his tongue and runs it up from your hole to flick your clit, “can’t do anything without thinking about this, even lick you in your sleep.”

Your back bows at that admission. You’ve mentioned it in the past but he never seemed interested so you just shelved that little fantasy for another time. Color you very surprised at him confessing so now. 

“You’ve been eating me out while I sleep?”

He whimpers and kisses your pussy lips, “Uh huh. You’ve been cumming all over my tongue for the past week.”

You shudder, arousal pulsing through your body, “That’s so bad, Leon.”

“Mm yeah, I’ve been so bad,” he groans and licks into your clenching pussy.

Your hands finally tangle in his hair as you let him tongue fuck your hole. 

“Such a bad boy,” you pant, “y’like making my pussy gush all over that slutty mouth?“

He nods and grinds his nose against your sensitive clit, tongue fluttering in and out of your cunt. Arousal buzzes through your veins like alcohol. 

You tug on Leon’s hair, “Fuck me, want your fat cock in me, baby brother. Then I want a nice thick creampie for you to eat out of me.”

He pulls away from your pussy with a moan and quickly shoves his sweats and underwear down, thick cock leaking precum everywhere. You scratch at his biceps as he crawls up your body to notch the fat head of his cock at your hole. Your legs wrap around his waist as he sinks inch by inch into your needy cunt. 

“So fucking wet,” he pants in your ear as he bottoms out, “gonna cum so fucking fast.”

“No,” you whine, “fuck me slow, show big sis how much you love her pussy.”

He humps into you with a grunt, “I’ll try, fuck, god, you’re so perfect.”

You feel his body trembling as he stays buried deep in your spasming pussy, trying his best to not cum too early. With a slow exhale, he pulls halfway out and eases back inside you with a slow thrust. The tip of his dick rubs across the spongy spot at the front of your cunt making you keen softly and squeeze down on his thick length. 

“That’s it, right there,” you bite down on his jaw with a hiss, “feels so good, Leon.”

He moans high and reedy in your ear, cock flexing inside your pussy as you bite and suck across his jaw and down his neck leaving marks all over his skin. Slipping his hand between your bodies, he uses his thumb to rub and circle your swollen clit. 

“Fat pussy taking my dick so good,” he whimpers, “fuck, gonna blow my load way to soon.”

You moan and tug him into a messy spit filled kiss as he keeps rubbing your clit and fucking against your g-spot just right. 

Barely pulling back, your lips brush against each other as you breathe out. 

“‘m so close, Leon, feels too good,” your tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, “want you to cum in me, fill me up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods jerkily, hips railing against yours, “fuck, I’m being too loud.”

“Who cares?” You murmur, “make me cum on that big fat cock, pretty boy.”

He whines and picks up the pace, deep rough thrusts fucking his cock in and out of your squelching pussy while he pinches and rubs at your pudgy bud. You muffle your scream by biting into Leon’s shoulder as your orgasm whites out your brain. Barely noticing that Leon is hammering into your cunt, your body jerks and twitches as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice. 

“Fucking hell,” he groans, hips stilling as he stuffs your cunt with his load. 

You gasp in a deep breath while Leon’s cock twitches and throbs in your pussy, spurting rope after rope of hot thick cum while your walls milk him for every last drop. Not even giving you time to adjust, Leon slips his half hard cock out and quickly bullies his way back between your legs, tongue slipping inside your cum filled hole. 

“Oh fuck,” your hips rock down into his mouth, pussy feeling used and sensitive. 

You whine, thighs shoved up open for Leon to lick a broad stripe up your pussy. He hums and spreads your cunt open so he can lap up the cum dripping from your hole, thrusting his tongue into your messy pussy. 

“Fuck,” you pant, hands tangling in his hair as you clench down on his tongue.

He pulls back with a wet slurp to suck your pussy lips into his mouth before kissing and sucking on your thighs. You tug his hair and he goes back down on you, greedily licking and kissing all over your mound and clit.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you moan brokenly, bucking up into his mouth as he sucks on your pudgy clit. 

Whimpering, you let him push your thighs even further up so he can bury his face in your soaked pussy. He flutters his tongue down until he’s lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the muscle in and out before moving back up to flick across your swollen bud. Humping your pussy against Leon’s mouth, your toes curl as your second orgasm of the night washes over your body. 

Leon lets you control the pace as you come back down until you let go of his hair so he can pull back to take a deep breath. Your entire body feels like jello as you sink down into the couch cushions. Leon’s face is coated in a combination of your slick and his spend and it makes your cunt hum with interest even as your body feels wrung out. 

He grins all boyish and bashful leading you to smile brightly up at him. 

“You’re the best,” he whispers, eyes earnest, “I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”

Chest filled with warmth, you tug him down to kiss his cheeks. 

“I feel the same way,” you press the words against his lips, “you’re such a sweetheart, Leon.”

“For you,” he mumbles, kissing you back, lips soft as satin, “all for you.”

[wordy-little-witch]

Ooh either spin the bottle or two truths and a lie for Cross Guild?

Oooooh I wanna Mix Those, thanks nonny ♡♡♡

Spin the Bottle + 2 Truths 1 Lie

Nobody was quit certain how the situation had come to this, but it was undeniable now. Mihawk nursed his glass of wine, empty bottles at his hip as he lounged not unlike a panther across the lounge, sleep pants hung low and shirt unorthodoxically cut to show more skin than it perhaps should. Golden eyes cut to his equally dressed down compatriots.

Crocodile was taking the full couch with a mildly annoyed tinge to his brow, hair still slicked back perfectly despite the loungewear he himself had donned for this exchange. The man proved his commitment to his tastes even in his pajamas, it seemed, with the rich deep emerald silk of his pants offset against the nearly skin tight black tank top. It would have shown far more skin than he'd ever exposed before had it not been for the unbuttoned mate to his pants left to take place of his coat, though his arms filled the sleeves here.

Across from him, kneeling on the rug was the very one who'd proposed this meet up in the first place. Cerulean locks were held fast in a neat french braid, the tail trailing well past his shoulders to brush his hips. Sans makeup, it turned out that the clown's lips were either stained from his lip tint or simply far more florid than most, only his nose more red, and both bowing out to the pigment of his eyes and full lashes. As if the rare sight of a bare face were not enough, the other man had opted for a set of pajamas seemingly intended for women more than men by the cut of the shorts and thin straps of his top. The bottoms were plaid in a mix of neons over a midnight base color, either black or a highly pigmented blue or purple, while the top seemed perhaps a size or two too large with one strap continuously slipping along his bicep. The shirt was, at the very least, more modest in cuts than Mihawk's own, though the bright orange toed the line between tasteful and garish against such pale, surprisingly scarred and freckled skin and his oceanic hair.

The two ghost caricatures over the slight swell of his breasts with the inappropriate pun curling below may have been over kill, the swordsman mused.

Crocodile moved, earning his attention back as the man flicked the sideways bottle on the table. It spun and spun, a clear noise that tickled his ears brightly. Sharp eyes traced the movements, as it slowed and crept to a stop - the opening moreso angle to Buggy this time.

The clown brightened. "Okay," he cheered, swaying in place minutely, finger moving to tap at his chin, green nail polish glinting in the low light. "Hmm.... oh! Okay okay, so," he grinned, eyes glinting like arctic waves at twilight. "I'm allergic to pineapples, I have oversensitive observation haki, and I like swordfighting!" He clasped his hands, propped his elbows and dropped his chin upon the lattice of his fingers with a mischievous grin.

Mihawk, despite the small knot of fond affection in his stomach, pursed his lips. The pineapple comment seemed self explanatory - they'd seen first hand the reaction he had the one time he did eat something containing pineapple. Dr Delilah had nearly torn her hair out when Buggy, dotted in hives and pouting, poked his head into her office for the medication. It was by no means a life threatening allergy, but it was certainly dangerous on its own.

That left the remaining two statements to be the lie.

Turning it over in his head, Mihawk sent a glance to Crocodile. He seemed to be in thought himself, gnawing absently at his cigar butt as he looked over the clown adjacent to both men.

Buggy, for his part, seemed to have an excellent poker face.

Mihawk initially thought it would be the sword fighting bit, knowing Buggy preferred ranged fighting - but at the same time, he knew intimately that the other was no slouch with any bladed weapon he could get his hands on. An unchoppable man with a penchant for weapons that cut seemed ironic and near infallible.

Crocodile spoke then, nodding to himself. "The Haki," he grunted shortly.

"Sword fighting," Mihawk followed up, still uncertain but willing to take the chance if only to gain the point over Crocodile.

Buggy grinned. "Hawky wins," he chirped, handing the dot marker over so the swordsman could add another mark to his tally.

The logia user tilted his head. "The hell is oversensitive observation, then? Isn't the whole deal supposed to be an extra sense? Extra awareness?"

"Mostly," Mihawk admitted, "It is akin to a sixth sense born from your other five. It has a psychological component as well. Some even argue it's spiritual."

Buggy nodded along absently, toying with the neck of the bottle. "Basically, yeah. Observation Haki is technically a heightened sensitivity to your other senses anyway, along with a special other little bit. But when you have a natural affinity for it, it can seem over sensitive," he paused, nail clinking against the glass. He sighed. "To have oversenstivie Observation haki means that your senses are always turned up higher than most. It can develop as a trauma response or it can be innate. It's not common to have it, honestly, and what little we DO know about that is.... kind of complicated? But think of it like.... being in a big crowded room, all the time. And you can see and hear and feel and predict so many things for every single person within your area."

"That is typical Observation, though unfiltered," Mihawk stated.

Buggy nodded. "Now imagine you can predict inanimate objects. You can hear the winds, the grass, the walls, the cobblestone. And now expand it. It's not the crowd. It's the town. The city. The island itself. You can hear and feel and sense every wave against the shore, the sea screaming, the cloud cover and winds and plants and people. Every grain of sand has a voice, every stone, every drop, every gust, ever piece of the world around you. And then the people, their feelings, you can damn near read their thoughts. It's everywhere, everything, constantly."

Silence reigned for a moment. Mihawk had paled, leaning back into his seat. He recalled Shanks admitting to information like that before in passing, grieving slurred words that he'd though were about a man dead. Instead, he realized in dawning concern, it was for a man livelier than most.

Crocodile snorted. "Sounds overwhelming and honestly kind of fake."

Buggy's eyes cut to him, studying for a moment. Mihawk shivered as those glacier blue eyes darkened, seemingly crackling as he tilted his head. Crocodile blinked as Buggy spoke. "Annoyance. Anger. You feel slighted and indignant, believing your first guess was right and we're playing you. That's something anyone who knows you can guess, Croco-chan, so here's something else." His eyes went marginally glazed. A lone curl drifted to kiss his cheek. "Daz is currently at the breeding tents. He's taken a liking to one of the blueberrywani that hatched with the latest batch. He's happy and content right now. Mohji is doing the last of the work in the stables. He was cleaning with Ritchie, Keeler and Misha. Baron should be helping too, but he's unwell, in the medical tent. Cabaji is currently with Alvida, they're happy and bright at the moment but also slower. Drinking, I think. They're in her tent-"

Buggy went on, describing key guildsmen or commanders in varying places, their actions, what was around them, their emotions. Some of them, he had no way to know of before hand. Two wide eyed gazes locked onto him.

When he began paling, a hand moving to tap-tap-tap in a familiar way, Mihawk reached out, slotting this fingers together to squeeze. Buggy jolted back. They all breathed together for a moment.

Then the clown shook his head. "Test however you need to," he said at last, glancing at Crocodile while Mihawk's awed gaze trailed over the tendrils of awareness he carefully folded back inwards. He took the bottle gently, cracking a smile. "Let's just play the game, okay?"

And maybe, the swordsman mused absently, maybe playing some silly little games to "get to know each other better" really was a brighter idea from their chairman. Skills, talents, powers and niches were paramount to portray to show a unified front. Any shortcomings could be twisted, supplemented or covered in turn by the rest. This game likely would be full of much to learn for all parties involved.

Including, he sighed as the bottle landed on him, he himself as well.

[nekrosdolly]

mornings

hello! short and sweet little ficlet thing- will be under the blurb category of my masterlist! as always, criticism is welcome and thank you for reading 𓆩♡𓆪

a late morning with a very tired albert wesker.

cw; fluff, domestic, ngl reader is a bit creepy, watching him sleep, you're in love, established relationship, gn!reader.

pet names (m receiving); alby, dearest

mornings are lazy on albert's days off, the few and far between he has. typically, you're the last to wake up, but this time, it's different. albert is exhausted, even though he won't admit it. he's sound asleep when you wake up, your eyes fluttering open with the sunlight seeping in through the window. you groan quietly and sit up slowly, one hand rubbing the blear from your eyes. beside you, albert shifts to his side and groans.

you turn your head to look at him and the breath from your lungs is stolen. how did you ever get so lucky?

sure, he's asleep and staring at him may be considered creepy, but you love him. you love how messy his hair gets while he sleeps, how his skin reflects the light, but you especially love how content he looks. when he's awake, he's always pre-occupied. if it's not something with his unit at the R.P.D, then it's something else. you're not stupid, you know there's something else, but if you needed to know, he would tell you. there's worry lines on his forehead and between his brow, something you adore but you know he'd hate if you pointed them out. your dearest, stressed out for what seems like for eternity, only relaxed in his sleep.

so you lie back down on your side, your face to his, and stare. you carefully brush nearly platinum blonde hairs from his eyes and tuck them behind his ear. his lashes mirror his hair, as do his eyebrows. shadows of pink and red line his lower lashes and under-eyes. blonde stubble has started to form on the lower half of his face, lining his jaw, upper lip, and chin. his breathing is so even and slow, his heartbeat shallow. he sleeps in pajama pants, black like the sheets of your bed, and a thin shirt to sleep in. he's cold as ice most of the time but he never complains about it. the covers have slipped off of his top half, so naturally, you pull the sheets up over his covers at the same time he reaches for you. his hand searches the sheets and finds your own. at this point, you consider the possibility that he's awake and has been since he rolled over to face you.

"alby?" you call out quietly, to which he doesn't rouse from. taking care to not squish his hand, you move closer and run your hand through his platinum strands of hair, soft as silk and honestly getting longer. you make a mental note to offer him a haircut. his lip twitches but he doesn't wake up. poor thing is dreadfully tired. you check the digital clock on his bedside table, barely visible when you lift your head up to read the bright red digital numbers; it's nearly ten in the morning.

he'd be awake by now, finding something to busy himself- reading, doing some paperwork he's taken home, or you. his days off are the only days he can really, fully give himself over to you.

you're a bit selfish, if not impatient, and you call his name again. when he doesn't wake up, you sigh quietly and press a gentle kiss to his still lips. nothing. you roll over and accept defeat.

albert slithers an arm around your waist and much to your surprise, pulls you against his chest. there's a tired smirk on his lips when he kisses your temple.

"greedy thing, aren't you?" he teases, letting his hand splay out on your stomach.

"only for you."