#SQUEAK SQUEAK I AM SQUEEZING THE STUFFING OUT OF HIM!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i call this one "queer silence" or perhaps "slightly judgemental stare"

[guess-my-next-obsession]

25 w joel!!

The Third Date

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, minimal plot, cunnilingus bc obviously, unprotected piv, joel talks you through it, rough-ish sex, creamp!e, soft fluffy joel bc daddy, i love him)

wc: 2.6k

prompt: 25. “Does that feel good?”

joel masterlist

The summer breeze offered just a bit of respite from the Texas heat, even though the sun had long gone down. You had a stuffed animal tucked under your arm, something bright pink and unicorn-adjacent, though you couldn’t be sure. He won it for you at the county fair, the location of your third date that somehow managed to top the first two. You had no intention of keeping it for yourself, it was much too big and ostentatious for your taste, but you thought it would make a nice gift for Joel’s six-year old daughter.

Walking up the pathway to your apartment, Joel’s hand clasped with yours, you began to feel a thrilling rustle of excitement and anticipation in your stomach. He’d been a gentleman so far, keeping his kisses tame and not letting his hands wander too far, but this was the third date, after all. You couldn’t help but pray he’d finally accept your invitation to come inside your place tonight.

“So,” he started, a shy smile on his face as you faced each other in front of your door. “I had a really good time tonight.”

“Me too.” You smiled back just as smitten. “I know you mentioned wanting to wait, but…if you wanted, you could come inside.”

Joel seemed to study you for a moment, his smile growing wider as he admired the sparkle in your eye. He’d been wanting to follow you inside since your first date, but given that he wanted something serious to come from this, he figured the smartest thing to do would be to wait for the right moment. And right now seemed as right as ever, though he did feel a little embarrassed to only make it three dates before giving in to his need for you.

“I’d love to,” he replied, reaching to cup your jaw. You closed your eyes as he leaned in to press his lips against yours, soft and sweet, just like all the other times, but soon it grew hungrier. He moaned against your lips as your fingers curled over the leather of his belt, tugging him closer. “Maybe we should take this inside, darlin’.”

“Yeah,” you panted, nodding as you scrambled through your bag to find your keys. Unlocking your door and stepping inside, Joel plucked the stuffed animal from underneath your arm and set it down on the carpet before quickly finding your hips and walking you backwards into your living room. “Wait—“ you giggled as you fell back against the plush cushions. “Shut and lock the door.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled and blushed at his eagerness, the front door still wide open. He walked over to it and shut it, locking the doorknob and closing the deadbolt for extra measure. When he turned back to you, he was still flushed. “Got ahead of myself there.”

“That’s okay,” you assured in a purr, curling your finger at him to beckon him close again. “I like it when you get ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” he grinned and strutted towards you until he was leaning over the couch, his lips ghosting over yours. “You look so goddamn beautiful sittin’ here, you know that?”

“Why don’t you show me just how beautiful you think I am…with these?” You laced your fingers with his and and squeezed.

“Do I have permission to use more than just my hands?” he purred as he pulled you up onto your feet, his hands leaving yours so that he could hold the small of your back while yours rested on his chest.

“Depends, I think I need a sample first,” you purred back with a smirk. Tipping your head towards the hallway, you whispered, “Bedroom’s that way.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Joel never let go of you as he walked you backwards down the hall, his lips slowly and carefully working yours until you were sure if you tried to speak, the only thing that would come out was a string of incoherent squeaks.

“This one?” Joel asked as you arrived at your closed bathroom door, and you were forced to test your theory.

“No,” you managed, pointing behind him at the other closed door. “That—it’s that one.”

“You nervous?” he asked, his face shifting from one of amusement to concern. You quickly shook your head and reached your hand to his face.

“No,” you found your vocal footing. “Well, I mean as nervous as anyone would be before they took a beautiful man like you to bed.” Joel blushed. “You just…make me dizzy, that’s all.”

“I make you dizzy?” he asked as though it was an unheard of thought. “Baby—“ He grabbed your hand and lowered it to his thumping heart. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Joel,” you exhaled. “Open the door.”

Joel nodded, a look of stunned reverence on his face as he scrambled to reach behind him for the doorknob, fumbling with it until it turned and opened the door. You stumbled inside, your hands gripping onto his shirt while his lifted the skirt of your dress, your teeth clashing as he kissed you breathless, neither of you caring about how sloppy it was.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered as you lifted your dress over your head. Joel was quick to obey your command, tugging his t-shirt over his head before peeling his jeans off. You crawled onto your bed and sat on your knees in the middle of it, a smile on your face as he took you in. Joel ticked his jaw and chuckled as he crawled onto the mattress to join you, his warm palms resting on your waist as he guided you back against the pillows.

“You’re fuckin’—“ He shook his head as he hovered above you, his eyes taking over your entire form. “Breathtakin’, baby.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you grinned.

“Oh, yeah right. You’re just sayin’ that.”

“No—“ You reached for his hand, lowering it until his fingertips rested on your clothed mound, allowing him to feel your dampness. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled and leaned down to kiss you again, deep and slow and hungry. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

You didn’t doubt his promise, the look in his eyes alone lighting you up in ways every other lover never seemed to master.

His lips traveled down the slopes and curves of your body, stopping at the cups of your bra to knead your breasts in his hands. His fingers slipped the straps down your shoulders before he reached beneath you to undo the clasp, the lace slowly unveiling your pert nipples to him for the first time. He sucked in sharply and looked up at you as though he was seeing god.

“Perfect.”

Your back arched as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, his hand snaking down your belly and back to the damp spot on your lacy panties.

“God,” you moaned, your eyes screwing shut as he rubbed perfectly pressured circles against your clit, the lace adding a beautiful bit of friction that had you keening for more.

“Does that feel good?” he rasped as he kissed his way to your other breast. You nodded quickly and lowered your eyes to meet his, your breath hitching at the look of lust blowing out his already dark eyes. “Good. I’m just gettin’ started with you.”

“Fuck,” you whined, already nearly fucked-out and he’d hardly even touched you.

Joel’s lips moved lower, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your stomach and over your navel until he was kissing the waistband of your panties. Moving lower, he ran his nose up and down your clothes slit, an animalistic groan vibrating against your core.

“Smells so sweet, baby,” he praised in a rasp. “Can I taste you?”

“Please,” you urged, combing his dark hair back as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugged them off you. When he returned to his spot between your legs, he pressed kisses onto the sensitive skin of your thighs, urging them to fall open for him. When you finally worked up the courage to spread yourself wide for him, Joel took a look at your soaked pussy and nearly drooled, his eyes wild as they lifted from your heat to your eyes.

“I’m gonna stay down here forever, baby, so damn pretty.” You were about to respond to his praise but he cut you off with a broad lick from your dripping entrance up to your clit, punctuating it with a swirl of his tongue. Your back arched off the bed and your hands found the headboard, pressing on them to find purchase so you didn’t float off into heaven. “Tastes so fuckin’ good, too, baby. You’re just a fuckin’ dream, ain’t ya?”

“Joel,” you nearly cried, so consumed by him and the filth leaving his tongue that you didn’t even care how desperate you sounded. Joel didn’t seem to mind, either, his tongue returning to your folds to pull more pretty sounds from you. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good.”

He hummed against you and you could feel his smile as he lapped at you. You didn’t dare look down at him, knowing that if you did, you’d never be able to look at anything else ever again. The man between your legs was quickly earning his spot as your idol, beating out any god that would dare smite you for it.

“So fuckin’—“ he mumbled into your pussy, the last few words turning into nothing but hums against your clit as he sucked it into his mouth. You were already there, free-falling over the cliffs of bliss, but when he pressed two fingers deep into your cunt and curled up, you swore you died and went to heaven, but that couldn’t be—not for someone so gladly taking part in sin like this. “There you go,” he praised, pulling back enough to watch you writhe, your cunt pulsing around his fingers. “So good for me, baby.”

“Joel, please,” you mewled, grabbing at him to pull him back to you. You needed to ground yourself under the weight of his body, to feel his warmth and remember that you were here, and so was he. Joel obliged, climbing back up your body until he was resting on top of you, hugging you close. “Let me taste you.”

“Not tonight, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“You’re…perfect,” you sighed and he chuckled, pulling one out of you in turn. He propped himself up on his elbows and stroked your hair back, grinning down at you.

“I like you a lot,” he confessed, his eyes as tender as his voice.

“I like you a lot, too,” you smiled back. “But right now, I want you fuck me like you can’t stand me.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled before leaning in to kiss your pulse. “You want it rough, baby?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed in response and nodded.

“Turn over for me,” he ordered. “All fours.”

You wasted no time in obeying, your body scrambling into your knees as soon as he lifted himself off you. Pressing your face and chest down, you arched your ass up as high as you could, turning your head so that you could catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder as he lined himself up behind you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he warned. “But I got tested a few weeks back and I’m clean.”

“Me too, and I’m on birth control.” He nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to the globe of your ass. Shaking it for him, he cooed in delight at the sight. “Hurry up back there, I’m getting needy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You could hear the grin on his face. “I like it when you boss me around.”

“Good, so do I.” You chuckled for a moment, but were cut off by the blunt head of his cock pressing into your entrance, sliding all the way in in one quick thrust. You gasped and gripped the pillows beneath you as he kept himself buried completely in your heat for a moment, his own breath ragged as he waited for you to acclimate to his girth. “So fucking big, Joel.”

“Baby, I ain’t gonna last long,” he warned, wrecked and trembling already. “Rub that pretty clit for me while I fuck you, can you do that?”

Nodding your head, you reached beneath you to start rubbing circles against your swollen and sensitive bud while he withdrew his cock all the way before shoving back in, the head of hit prodding against your g-spot.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he set a brutal pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you just like you asked for. You knew you were going to be sore in the morning but none of that mattered now, not with the searing hot pleasure of ecstasy building again. When his hand came cracking down upon your ass, you gasped, but any worry you may have caused Joel was quickly dispelled by the twitching of your walls around him.

“You like that, don’t ya?” he teased in a purr, bringing his hand down to spank the other cheek, your pussy pulsing for him again. “God,” he choked on the word. “Such a dirty fuckin’ girl for me, ain’t ya?”

“Yes!” you cried, your fingers now working your clit fast, your toes curling as your orgasm threatened to wreck you for good. “Joel, I’m—“

“Go on, baby,” he urged. “Soak my cock.”

You fell flat onto the bed as your orgasm hit, but Joel followed you, his brutal thrusts never ceasing as you came for him with a cry of his name so loud you were concerned the neighbors would call the police.

“Fuck!” he moaned loud enough for them to hear, too. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

“My pussy,” you managed, still reeling from your high. “Cum inside my pussy.”

“Jesus,” Joel groaned, feral like a wild animal and pressed deep inside you, so deep that you could feel him in your stomach as his cock swelled and twitched with his release. His chest heaved against your back as he laid over your limp form, pressing kisses to your shoulders. “Fuck.”

“Talk about a good third date,” you sighed, content and sated. Joel laughed and nodded as he rested his head against your shoulder, carefully and slowly pulling out of you with a hiss before rolling over onto his back.

“I probably should’ve asked earlier, but…can I stay the night with you?” he asked, drawing hearts on the heated skin of your back. You turned your head to the other side to face him and grinned.

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s at my mom’s,” he assured.

“In that case, yes. I would love it if you stayed the night.” He grinned and beckoned you into his side and you nestled in there, resting your head on his chest and taking your turn drawing your name on his skin. “Besides, that gives me the chance to finally suck your dick like I’ve been dreaming about.”

“God, baby,” he groaned and rolled you onto your back, resting himself between your thighs as he pecked every inch of your face. “How am I gonna ever leave this bed?”

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook wants you all for himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers.

> fluff, a little angst / wc: 2.8k

> warnings: jk gets pissed off at a guy who tries hitting on you T_T, making out!!

note: i couldn’t resist and here i am with the post-jungkook live effect [deep sigh] as always i hope you enjoy and i also hope you let me know if you did <333

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standing infront of the door of your apartment, you struggle to unlock it with your fingerprint because of the paper bag you’re hugging to your chest and the small bouquet of red roses occupying your other hand. in the end, you decide to put down the paper bag on the cold tiled floor. you press your index finger on the rectangular pad above the numbers before turning the doorknob.

the familiar ringing of the door opening and closing make jungkook and bam comically perk up at the same time. the dog stands up by resting his front legs on the backrest of the sofa, tail excitedly wagging as he anticipates your arrival in the living room.

“hello, baby. i’m home.” you sweetly hum as you pad across the floor with your feet only clad in white socks after lazily leaving your shoes by the doormat.

jungkook isn’t even sure if you meant ‘baby’ as in him or bam, but that thought shortly gets pushed to the back of his mind when his confused doe eyes zoom in on the flowers you’re securely cradling.

relieving yourself of its weight, you finally set down the paper bag from the convenience store, sliding your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants to leave it on top of the center table as well. bam jumps off the sofa sniffing loudly at the flowers, but you quickly raise your arm to put it out of his reach.

“no- no, bamie. you can’t eat this! this is for your daddy.” you tell him with a giggle, digging your hand into the paper bag to dish out the new toy you bought him.

“for me?” your boyfriend chips in to the conversation with a toothy grin, but his question is left unanswered as you squeeze the yellow fish to make it squeak.

the high-pitched sound makes bam hyper. he stretches out his front legs forward, leaning down on his elbows — a posture that usually indicates that he wants to play. you throw the toy into the air and it lands near his house. he runs after it not even a second later, nails clicking against the floor. he carries it in his mouth and jumps on the other corner of the couch, living in his own little bubble to chew to his heart’s desire.

jungkook steals this opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you down to the open space next to him. you whimper in surprise as you fall on top of the bundle of blanket he abandoned, lifting your butt quickly to remove it from under you. bam inches closer to snuggle against the soft cotton, ears abruptly moving in curiosity when he successfully makes the toy squeak too.

“where are these from, huh? was someone trying to steal you away from me again?”

they almost make you instantaneously melt — his deep voice laced with half humor and half truth of bitterness, accompanied by a soft squeeze of your hip.

“babe!” you scold him with a laugh to mask how flustered you’ve become, as if you’re still not used to his flirting after all these years. “i passed by a flower shop on the way home and i thought i should be the one to buy them for you for a change.”

you extend the hand holding the bouquet, eyes twinkling with devotion that causes his resolve to crumble into ruins. it never stood a chance in the first place.

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you walked away from the cashier while stuffing the book you just bought inside your tote bag, the man you strongly refused to allow and pay for it still hot on your heels.

“wait! i’m sorry. let me just- uh-”

you froze awkwardly before the lean and blonde stranger who blocked your path to the door, probably standing somewhere around 5’10. based on his complete nike get-up, you were pretty sure he was outside for an afternoon jog.

“i just wanted to let you know that i think you’re very beautiful, and maybe ask if we can hang out this weekend? at my place?”

and you could tell he was trying his best to appear confident, but the shaky hand that was holding out the bouquet of fresh tulips betrayed him. it was the first time in your life that you found your favorite flowers to be undesirable, no matter how perfectly and intricately arranged the beautiful colors were.

‘at my place?’ what the hell happened to chivalry? oh, a lost art indeed.

despite being extremely irritated at him for causing an embarrassing scene infront of the cashier earlier in addition to this, you forced yourself to give him an apologetic smile for the sake of being polite.

that was when jungkook came back after buying two cups of hotteok from a cart only half a block away. his walking pace slowed down as he watched the scene unfold through the glass separating the bookstore from the sidewalk, eyebrows knitting in growing confusion and annoyance. he failed to read your lips while you were talking. by then he was already prepared to join the conversation, even more after he realized that he recognized the man.

however, before he could reach the door, you were already pushing it open. the gush of wind blew through your hair, and your face lit up when you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend holding your favorite snack. with a thrilled smile, you practically skipped your way to him and took the cup from his left hand.

“you got them! the line was pretty long so i thought they would sell out before your tur-”

your smile slowly faded when you realized he wasn’t listening. jungkook’s eyes were too busy shooting daggers at the stranger walking to the trash can, jaw clenching when he saw how aggressively he slammed down your dearly beloved flowers. he was the only one to notice the lone orange tulip that slipped and fell on the ground, firmly rejected and thoughtlessly discarded.

your warm hand held his cheek, gently coaxing him to look at you instead.

“what did he say? did he touch you?”

it’s very rare to see jungkook this seriously angry. therefore, you are only reminded at times like this that he can be scary if he wants to. at first, you thought his protectiveness would only last until the early stages of your relationship and eventually fade like those who came before him, but he never changed.

you shook your head, rubbing his arm in an attempt to soothe his temper. “no, not at all. he was kind of stubborn but i handled it just fine.”

he only nodded in response, features still hardened, but relief washed over him after confirming that nothing dangerous happened to you while he was gone. but he was swept off his feet before his mind could run for another mile. you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, the torrid kiss you granted him with lasting seconds. insatiably craving more of your ministrations, he made a move to chase your lips, but a rude car honk jolted him awake to the fact that you were still in public.

you gave him a coy smile. “want to eat ramen with me at home? i’m getting cold.”

“let’s go home, baby.” he hummed in agreement. “i’ll warm you up.” he hung his tattooed arm over your shoulder, guiding you to his other side to put himself between you and the rushing vehicles passing by.

he spared another sharp glance at the bookstore before walking away. he met the eyes of the asshole who has been indiscreetly observing you still regardless of the disaster that just transpired. he panicked at the interaction and turned on his heel, disappearing into the fiction aisle.

jungkook smirked, shaking his head in disdain before taking the first bite off his hotteok.

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walking didn’t seem to help shake off his inflexible thoughts.

“something still bothers me about that guy.” he mumbled after tossing your empty cups in the trash bin you passed by.

“what is it?” you frowned worriedly, intertwining your fingers with his. by this time the glorious sun has started to set, splashing the sky with light orange paint that reflected on his honey skin.

“he was already there when we went in the bookstore. i know he saw us holding hands. i’m obviously your boyfriend.” vexation continued to run in his veins until it dripped from his tongue. his satoori accent came out thick and heavy as he spoke with wide, expressive eyes. “and he still had the fucking audacity to go out and buy you flowers?”

your lips parted open in surprise, tilting your head to the side as you tried to recall the surroundings when you entered the establishment earlier. no wonder he was instantly upset and worried.

“i don’t remember seeing him . . . but you know, if he’s as brazen as you think he is, why did he only approach me when you left?”

your stream of thoughts got interrupted by a scandalous gasp when you arrived at a new angle of looking at the situation.

“he invited me to his place.” you halted on your tracks, glaring back at your previous location. you were already five blocks away from the bookstore, and you wish he could magically feel the negative energy you were exuding from the distance. “so did he really think i’m that kind of-”

you instinctively pulled back your boyfriend by tightly grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. “hey! where are you going?”

his jaw clenched, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek — telltale signs that he was unquestionably pissed off. “baby, i won’t let that one slide.”

alright, this is not good. not good at all. perhaps you should start learning how to stop saying your thoughts out loud.

“but he’s not worth the time.” you pouted sadly, wrapping your arms around his waist so he wouldn’t be able to walk away. “i just want to go home and cuddle with you and our child while watching the new chainsaw man e-p.”

he breathed out a sigh to compose himself. the proposition you laid out was undeniably irresistible, albeit a bait of distraction. but he knew you were just keeping him in check before he impulsively acts again. he gave your forehead a chaste kiss, honeyed lips a little sticky from the sugar syrup of the hotteok filling.

“okay then. let’s do that.”

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“are you still annoyed about yesterday?” you poke his soft cheek with your index finger. “hey, look at this. i got six red roses for a reason . . . you are my one and only.”

you point at each flower as you slowly speak the sentence word by word, and his heart overflows with fondness as he watches. when you innocently look up to meet his gaze with a hopeful smile, saying the words- “i would’ve gotten you a fancier arrangement but i don’t want your allergies acting up.”

that is his final straw.

“shit, baby. why are you so damn cute? what am i going to do with you?” he accepts the bouquet with a lighthearted chuckle, setting it down on the table before attacking you with his affection.

you end up falling on your back as he climbs over you. you giggle uncontrollably when he holds your wrists and traps your thighs in between his knees anchored on the cushion, tirelessly peppering your face and neck with love-fueled kisses.

the noisy disturbance distracts bam from his squeaky yellow fish. he jumps off the couch to stand beside you and jungkook, licking at whatever his tongue reaches. for you, it’s your arm held folded by your boyfriend.

“it tickles! you know it tickles there!” you squeal, squirming beneath him. you feel his frisky lips curve into a smile against the left side of your neck, stubbornly planting more kisses on the expanse of your skin.

“mhmm, i love you. i love you.” he hazily chants, drunk in love, tracing his way back to your lips. “i love you so much.”

that’s when he decides he’s finished with innocent pecks, delicate hands releasing your wrists to properly balance himself on top of you. you tenderly caress his face as he deepens the kiss, coaxing you to part your lips so he can dip his playful tongue in your mouth. when he tilts his head to the side so his nose won’t bump against yours, your hand slides to the back to support it, fingers tangling with his long and fluffy hair. a desperate, filthy moan escapes from his throat as you unconsciously tug, prompted by his soft nibbling at your bottom lip. it sends tingles running through your spine like live wire, and the air engulfing the two of you becomes hotter and heavier.

he parts away from you breathless, resting his forehead on yours before pulling himself up again. “fuck. is this how you feel when i buy you flowers?”

you gingerly brush his undereye with the pad of your thumb, finding yourself deeply fascinated with his dilated pupils staring right back at you.

you lick your swollen lips, front teeth digging on your bottom lip. “i should’ve done it sooner, right? i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. you already give me so much, silly.” he softly pecks your lips again. “besides, your presence is my favorite gift. you’re a blessing to me, you know that?”

you smile shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his random confessions of overwhelmingly sincere adoration never fails to elicit a giddy reaction from you. “i love you.”

“ah- ouch.” a wince shortly replaces your smile when bam jumps on the couch again, accidentally stepping on your hair.

“bam, sit, sit. sit down.” jungkook rises to kneel on his knees, moving forward until they reach your waist. bam obeys his command, and your hands find purchase on the flesh of his thighs as he releases your hair from under the dog’s paws.

“i’ll go put the flowers in the vase.” he cheerfully announces as he cautiously removes himself on top of you, planting his feet on the ground.

“okaaay.” you drag out the word as you sit up on the couch. while he takes the bouquet of roses with him to the kitchen, bam finally finds the chance to leave the toy on your lap, but not before he gives it a good bite to make it squeak.

you pet his long floppy ears as he licks your cheek and then your hands, urging you to play with him using the gift you bought him. you press quick kisses on the top of his head before squeezing the yellow fish, waving it infront of his face.

“do you want to play, bamie? should we? will you bring it back to me?”

he starts panting as if to answer ‘yes’ to all of your questions.

you throw the toy at the kitchen, and you cover your mouth out of reflex to suppress your laughter when it landed on the dining table, only a few inches away from jungkook. he pauses from plucking off the leaves from the stem of each rose, jokingly raising an eyebrow at bam, who is balancing himself standing up by using his body as a support.

he picks up the toy and dangles it above bam, speaking to him in a baby voice. “is this what you’re looking for? aw, really? you want it? go take it then . . . that’s it, good boy!”

bam easily catches it with his mouth, running back to you so he can complete the mission you gave him. he drops it on your lap again, bumping his nose against yours, and you dramatically collapse on the couch. he starts sniffing at you curiously, front paw poking your shoulder once to gauge your reaction.

your eyes only open half-way, and you spread out your arms to show him the space you created for him. “bam, i’m sleepy- sleep. i need to recharge. can we play again later?”

he lies down on his back and uses your arm as a pillow, rolling around for a bit until he chooses to curl up beside you in the end, his upper body resting on your stomach.

“ugh, you’re so heavy. can’t. breathe.” you mutter under your breath, but nevertheless, you stroke his side lovingly until you both completely doze off for an afternoon nap.

jungkook squints at the living room when the apartment got suspiciously quiet, lips forming a pout.

“are you two cuddling? i still need to trim the stems- save me some space!”

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[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- Cheating, Smut, I'm sorry for any errors

A/n I am NOT a homewrecker nor would I ever do something like this irl, i just thought it sounds hot.

Thinking about cheating Yuta, who's ring and middle finger WITH his ring on, buried knuckles deep in your soaked cunt as he's slamming it in and out of you while having two of his fingers stuffed into your mouth to muffle your moans so his wife doesn't hear. Your nails are digging into his forearm as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

The loud wet squeak of your cunt filling the room doesn't help the situation one bit, but really who gives a fuck? Your cunt is clenching and fluttering around his thick fingers too much to care, your sooo close to creaming on it actually, Drool and spit drips out of your mouth and coating his fingers as your nails leave moon-shaped crescents on his forearm.

It was your final straw when you felt his thumb slowly circling your clit, your back arching into his chest as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, he noticed your moans grow louder so he took his fingers out and placed his hand over your mouth to shut you up completely.

"Come on baby, be a good girl and stay quiet f'me okay?" he whispers before planting a kiss on your temple as you felt his pace increasing, he couldn't help but stare at your pretty tits, he wants to grab them, and pinch your nipples soo badly but he can't risk pulling his hand away since he knows how much of a loud slut you are for him when you're about to cum. His cock aching to be squeezed around your cunt twitching in his pants as he felt your cunt gripping on his fingers tighter. The way he was curling and fingerfucking his fingers into you felt so good, you felt him hitting your sweet spot over and over as your mind goes blank, oh you felt it, your loud whimpers and moans got louder and his palm gets tighter against your mouth as he starts kissing your jawline, trailing down to your neck before he starts sucking on the tender flesh, attempting to leave more purple marks on his territory.

"Ohh fuckkk!" You cried out but it was muffled by Yuta's big hand, Your head falls back against his chest as you came all over his fingers, he kept fucking it in and out of you throughout your orgasm while abusing your clit with his thumb faster, "Fuckkk yeahh, such a good little girl, Good job my love", He whispers to you, hissing as he's wishing it was his cock that got creamed on instead, he wants to have his cock buried deep to the hilt into your pretty little pussy so fucking badly but it'd be too much of a risk.

After he was satisfied, he slowly pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunny, strings of your juices sticking to his fingers as he brings it up to his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around them, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you, his eyes moved to look at the little mess he made between your thighs, smirking before taking his fingers out of his mouth cause he knows exactly what's his next meal is gonna be.

[tyunphoria]

🌪️ wearing something that turns skz on — lee know, hyunjin

[NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ‼️]

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INCLUDES: AFAB! reader x dom! lino and hyunjin, booty hunter lino, hyunjin stuffing y/n full with his fingers🤭, spanking, mentions of choking(lino), mentions of voyeurism(hyun), slightly jealous and protective hyun.

other part(s): bang chan + changbin

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Lee Know

you always forget that wearing gym tights around lee know is a goddamn risk. doing yoga always results to getting a harsh smack on your ass, the soft flesh jiggling under the force of his hand which leaves a stinging print on your skin that can last up to hours. the first time you wore them, his members started snickering as they pulled you outside to warn you of your boyfriend’s odd antics of smacking peoples ass. they would complain about it everytime. except, your case is much more special. when you first started dating, he was always so respectful (and he still is!) but ever since you started doing yoga, it gets harder and harder for him to hold back his urges.

“I can never finish my lessons because of you.” you grunt as he bends you over on the mat, your head pressed up against the yoga block with your back arched perfectly. not to mention your behind already being abused and squeezed by his impatient hands through the thin fabric. he pulls the tights down to your thighs, eyes lighting up as your ass spills over the waistband.

“then stop wearing these tights.” he scoffs. you can hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you. “then what am i supposed to fucking wear? jeans to yoga?—“ he cuts you off as he fully sheaths himself inside you. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

his hand slides up to the column of your throat, tears brim in your eyes to the feeling of another harsh stinging sensation brought on your left cheek. he brings his hand down again, then again, then again. until there’s a huge blush covering your ass which made him almost come from such pretty sight. your knees buckle due to the pain and euphoria, the stimulation you were receiving was too much as his hips continue to move faster with his cock slamming into your cunt. you walls squeeze around him as he savors the delicious moans spilling out your mouth. “lino, ‘s too much…” you reach a hand behind you to swat the hand that was gripping onto your ass and tell him to slow down.

“then don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Hyunjin

“Wait! Hyun, your group’s about to come on stage!” You say, barely above a squeak as he trails his slender fingers up your skirt. hyunjin plays a smile on his lips, swiping his tongue around the hickey he painted beautifully on your neck. “Such a pretty little thing…” hyunjin was chosen to be one of the MC’s of Inkigayo. when he found out that your group was performing on the show for your comeback stage, he couldn’t get any happier and was eager to see you perform. hyunjin took note of the way your short skirt would ride up every time you moved and swayed your hips to the song. he bit his cheek throughout the whole performance. the performance was broadcasted live for thousands and thousands of fans watching; and the thought of thousands of perverts probably drooling over his partner made him furious and accidentally dig through the leather cushioned seat. “You good?” changbin asked but hyunjin only excused himself to use the restroom but instead he quietly trails behind you backstage. they tell him to hurry since they’re performing next but sparing a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he moves your underwear aside, thumb circling around your clit as he hungrily attacks your lips. “this skirt looks so beautiful on you, baby. but it’s a bit short, don’t you think? do you enjoy having people watch your ass jiggle on stage because of how slutty this skirt is? it makes really angry, y/n.” You part your lips to apologize but it was replaced by a moan as hyunjin plunges his ring and middle fingers in your already sopping wet cunt. “m’ sorry, hyun…”

He twists his wrist, pressing his long fingers into you–reveling against the shaky moan you let out in response. “fuck, baby. you’re getting so tight. how am i gonna stuff you full with my cock if i won’t be able to get the tip in?” Your mouth hangs slack as he meanly flicks his wrist, pressing his two fingers even deeper inside you and spreading them in a scissoring motion. he tucks his nose against the crook of your neck, sucking a mark against your skin, you can’t help the way you clench around him. 

hyunjin finally takes his fingers out, a whine leaving your swollen lips from biting down onto your bottom lip too hard. his thumb presses down on your swollen clit, as he begins to softly rub over the aching nub. the new feeling of pleasure is mind-melting, and the urge to grind against his hand is overwhelming. you watch as his eyes fixate on the mess between your thighs, how he finally took note to how his cock is stiff in his boxers. he sits on the vanity chair , pulling you on his lap.

“let me watch you bounce on my cock, pretty baby. keep your skirt on and try to be quiet.”

[simonrillleyyysss]

˚₊‧’☆ LIKE YOU MEAN IT

🎆🎀🔮

18.10.23

innocent!plushobsessed!reader x ghost

warnings; afab reader, riding, cumming inside, innocencekink, slapping, spitting, hair tugging, finger sucking,dumbification, breeding kink if you squint.

notes; i love making these plush obsesssed readers drabbles!!!

minors dni

‘y’alright, lovie?’

his gruff voice called out as he stepped into the room, stepping over mounds of cluttered teddies stuffed together infront of the bed, reaching out to comb a hand through your frizzy hair, humming.

‘mhm—just sorting the teddies.’

you nodded in response, legs crossed as you shifted the hoard of teddies upwards, lining them up carefully as he sunk down onto the bed, smushing them—earning a gasp from you, swatting his arm.

‘si! off!’

with a snicker he stretched out carelessly, lifting one of the teddies and hovering it above his face, squeezing it in the palm of his large hand; turning to look over at you.

‘barely any room here f’me, sugar.. how am i meant to lay with you, mmmh?’

‘just squeeze in! it’s not that hard.’

simon scoffed, rolling onto his side and reaching out to yank you away from your teddy’s, beefy arm hooking around your waist and pulling you in closer to him, snuggling his face into your neck as you giggled, gently kissing and nibbling at your collarbone.

‘simonnn..’

you whined out, your hand moving to rest over his own as your other curled around your teddy, cocking your head back to kiss his jaw tenderly; making an exaggerated ‘mwa’ sound.

‘givin’ me kisses now, mm?’

‘always am.’

‘give your toys kisses too?’

he teased, his hand slowly slinking down to your white shorts, gently tugging them off.

‘they’re not toys! they’re teddies, two very different things, si.’

‘yeah?’

‘yeah!’

‘keep talkin’, see where that gets you,pretty-thing.’

‘i’ll talk if i wanna talk!’

you giggled, looking up at him in amusement.

‘should muzzle you.’

‘that’s it..keep going.’

he huffed out, hands digging into the plush of your hips as you ground back and forth along his length, face hidden in his neck as you let out sheepish mewls, cunny fluttering around him.

‘so good, si..’

‘yeah? feel good?’

‘mhhmm..’

with a swift movement, he had his palms hooked under your thighs, kissing your jaw and sliding his thumb into your mouth which hung open absentmindedly, bouncing you up and down by the fat of your thighs, watching your eyes flutter shut in euphoria, teddy pressed close to your chest.

‘can’t you put that thing down? s’rubbing against me, itchy.’

‘noo—si-please..need more..!’

ghost paused, watching you shake your head as you suckled on his thumb, suddenly snatching the teddy away and tossing it back onto the bed, watching you try to grab out for it—in a matter of seconds, he was rutting into your leaking cunt, watching you squeal out and moan, nails digging into the back of his head as you quickly leant over to grab the stuffie.

‘taking it so good, hmm? dolly can’t even think for herself, embarrassing,really.’

simon growled into your neck, watching your hips bounce as you tried to match his thrusts witn your own, legs straddling his thighs as you let out little squeaks, eyes rolling back into your skull, trembly fingers gingerly running through his buzzed hair.

‘riding me like the silly bitch you are, can’t even think for yourself, saying you need your teddies, but all you need is my cock, dontcha?’

‘mhhm! oh-ohh si! s’too..s’too much!’

‘come on.. like you mean it.’

you babbled mindlessly, sliding his thumb out of your mouth as you sobbed in pleasure, feeling his cock pound into you mercilessly, hands combing through your hair behind yanking it back; making you look at him, kissing your forehead.

‘you can take it, can’t you? you always do, always take me so well.’

he scoffed, slapping your cheek with a harsh thwack.

‘i warned you, just couldn’t stop arguing, could you?’

‘mmgghh…m’sorry! wont..do..won’t do it agaainn..’

he hummed while he listened to your begs, your hand moving to rest on his chest lovingly,choked sobs erupting from your throat, his hand moving down to rub at your needy little clit, spitting onto it before rubbing it in tight circles, listening to your wails as you came—feeling him thrust shallowly into you, before his hips stilled inside you, huffing as he spurted strings of thick cum into your cunny walls, slowly pulling out.

‘dumb little baby, did so good, yeah?’

he cooed, stuffing a finger into your hole while gently kissing your neck, his free hand caressing your cheek.

‘don’t let it spill out, can’t waste it—can we?’

‘nooo..’

‘that’s right.’

[softcitrus2345]

Full Tank

This is a little written piece I made after a series of doodles from a while back that I ended up liking. A lot XD I sprinkled in the doodles that inspired this written piece into the post as well for double the fun >;3c I'm NOT an experienced writer by any means and this was mostly for fun so I could explore my own characters, but ye, I figured I might as well share it here with yall TTwTT This piece includes themes of funnel feeding, stuffing, male weight gain, some squish stuff and a light dash of spice near the end And of course, a big ass scoop of FLUFF >:Dc

This little blurb features Vanessa (she/her) and Damien (he/him), my two (favorite) lovebugs TTwTT

Hope yall like it! :3

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Vanessa stirred in bed, her arms reaching out for the plush warmth that she expected to be there, only to be met with empty bedsheets

Her eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there was a sizeable indent in the bed where her partner should have been..

The clock on the bedside table marked 1:26 am <<Where could he have gone off to at this time of night??>> She thought, but the little voice in the back of her mind already knew the answer…

She felt around the nightstand before locating her glasses, which she hastily put on as she walked out of the bedroom

Tiptoeing down the long and elaborate flight of stairs, the vampire made her way toward the kitchen. Though she was still getting used to living in a mansion, she knew all too well where this room was..

As she approached the dining room, she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the kitchen. <<Found you>> She grinned, her movements slow and calculated so as not to alert the lycanthrope. The faint glow of the open fridge illuminated a small portion of the otherwise dark kitchen, painting a perfect picture of what events had occurred while she wasn't there

Several empty containers of food were strewn about the kitchen counter, picked clean and discarded while the perpetrator focused on his next course, his tall, plump frame hunched over, while his head and hands were stuck in the fridge, busy devouring whatever he could get his hands on

The back of his shirt had just begun to ride up, exposing a small sliver of pale flesh

Vanessa could hardly contain her excitement as the gap between her and her gluttonous partner grew shorter and shorter

"Hey handsome~" she purred, hugging Damien from the back, squeezing the bottom of his belly, nearly melting as she felt the warm softness between her fingers

Damien's whole body jumped, his head shooting up and slamming into the top of the fridge interior before turning around, groaning softly as he rubbed his head with his clean hand

"V-Vanessa-!!" He squeaked, his crumb-covered face red as a beet, pale skin further emphasizing the embarrassment blooming on his cheeks

"I was j-jus- uhmm.." he backed away from the fridge a bit, straightening up to his full height and wiping the evidence off his flushed face

"Hey, it's okay, you were just hungry... You know I'd never discourage you from getting something to eat~" She chuckled, watching her boyfriend's sheepish expression as he towered over her like an oversized kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

She snuck several glances at his midsection, her own face growing warmer

An idea blossomed in her mind, making the corners of her mouth curl into a cheeky grin

"Here, I'll help you," she said, grabbing Damien by the hand before he could protest and bringing him into the dining room, where she sat him in one of the wooden chairs that she pulled from the table

The chair made a distinctive creak as he sat down, causing the pair to blush once more

"What're you-" "Shhhh, you'll love it, I promise" she interrupted his questioning, pressing a finger to his lips

"I'll be back in a bit, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, 'kay?" She smiled, planting a small peck on his round cheek before hopping off to the kitchen again

In the kitchen, Vanessa opened the fridge to find Damien's most recent "snack", a large chocolate cake she had been saving for the next day. No matter, it surely won't go to waste..

She picked up the cake and set it on the counter, smiling as she saw the small portion that he had ripped out of the cake with his greedy hands

Then opening the freezer, she grabbed several quarts of vanilla ice cream and set them near the cake

As Damien sat in his chair, awaiting whatever surprise Vanessa was preparing for him, he heard the whirring of the blender, which seemed to go on for quite a while, before stopping and continuing the same routine a couple more times

Damien felt his stomach growl again, demanding more, despite having consumed quite a bit already

"Hhhokay.. calm down, you can wait a few more minutes.." he said to himself, noticing his heartbeat increasing in frequency as the minutes ticked by

"Alriiiight, it's ready!" She called in a sing-songy voice from the kitchen "Close your eyes for me, and no peeking, or you won't get any-"

Of course, he knew she didn't really mean that, but Damien played along, keeping his eyes closed as he opened his mouth, awaiting whatever she had conjured up for him

He was caught off guard by the cylindrical form that entered his maw, which Vanessa had pushed further back into his mouth before he realized what it was, making a small noise between a whimper and a gasp before staying seated, the chair creaking a bit more as he squirmed, flustered out of his mind

Almost immediately after the tube was positioned in his mouth, his taste buds were bombarded with a cold, rich, chocolatey liquid

Several more flustered huffs came from him as he began to hastily drink down the substance in thick gulps

"I wanted to try something new tonight, I've been saving this little tool for a.. special occasion~" Vanessa purred, her eyes focused on her partner while she kept her hands steady, pouring the cake shake into the funnel with relative ease, despite the sizeable pitcher she carried being nearly full of dense liquid

Damien couldn't respond, he could only focus on drinking every last drop of the shake, so he wouldn't make a mess of course~

As he continued to drink, he felt his shirt become tighter and begin to ride up, his growing belly pushing against the fabric while gradually occupying more space in his lap

"Hmmnh, ghmmmg…. ghlpg- ghhhhhn?" Damien whined as the flow of the shake trickled to a stop

"Oh don't you worry lovely, there's still plenty more where that came from.." Vanessa responded, picking up a second pitcher and tipping it into the funnel once more

"Hmmmmmmmmhhhhh.." Damien hummed in satisfaction as his cheeks flushed pink once more as he continued his routine of gulping down more, and more, and more

His hands slowly traveled their way up his lap and on top of his belly, lightly pressing on its cushioned surface, as he expanded more by the second

Vanessa knew him too well, she was much better at initiating these sorts of activities, where he could indulge in his own, less conventional desires, and he adored her for it

At the end of the second pitcher, he could already feel his stomach churning, trying its best to keep up with the sudden surge of calories, growling and groaning loudly while Damien panted, the tube still in his mouth

That should have been enough, but something in him wanted more

Luckily he wasn't quite finished with his task, as Vanessa picked up the final pitcher she had prepared

Damien's eyes fluttered open, panting and staring above him at his partner, his eyes almost desperate as she grinned at her greedy boyfriend They both exchanged a look, blushing as Vanessa lifted up the last of the sweet liquid

"Almost done, this is all that's left, so you might wanna savor-" she cut herself off, pouring in the last pitcher without warning, flooding his mouth once again with the sweet sludge

Damien spluttered for a second, some of the shake dribbling down his mouth and onto his shirt, before getting a hang of it, taking fast, heavy gulps to keep up with the pace while Vanessa poured, giggling as she watched her partner's efforts to keep up

He closed his eyes once more as he felt himself become fuller and fuller, rubbing his hands in soothing circles over his now-exposed belly, feeling it grow bigger with each passing moment

Vanessa held her breath as she watched the last of the precious fattening shake flow down the funnel and into her blimping boyfriend

When it was all finished, she pulled the tube out, Damien in a daze as it left his mouth, before letting out a loud belch and a small groan, still rubbing his belly in a food-drunk state

There was so much of it in him that she could hear the faint sloshing of the shake in his gut as it bubbled and churned the thousands of calories worth of shake into more wonderful softness

The vampire cooed, completely enamored and glad to finally be able to massage his engorged belly, planting several kisses on it before working her way up to his face

"You did so well hon, you finished every single drop, I bet this feels nice hm?" She smiled ear to ear, watching her partner blush, a completely flustered mess

Vanessa leaned on his belly and brought herself close to his face, the shift in weight causing another belch to come out before Damien quickly closed his mouth, face reddening

Vanessa chuffed at his reaction, leaning in further as she kissed and licked the excess shake off of his soft face and neck

She reveled in his response, his small flustered noises making her heart flutter

"Th- * hff * thank you.." he panted, leaning in for a longer kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her further into his belly. Vanessa squeaked, melting into his embrace, hearing his gut's protests to this new disturbance

Once their lips parted, Vanessa locked eyes with Damien before grabbing him by both pudgy hands and attempting to pull him into a standing position

He obeyed, though it took a second to adjust to the sloshing weight inside him, feeling like an oversized water balloon

He continued holding Vanessa's hand as she began to gently guide him out of the kitchen, leaving the cleanup for tomorrow

"V-VanesshuoOorp– Where * huff * are we g-* hic! * going..?"

"To bed, silly~! Can't really snuggle ya if you're sitting on a hard chair, now, can I~?"

"I brrrUp- guess no-ot.."

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Though it took them a while to get all the way up the steps, Vanessa remained patient, giving loving words of encouragement as Damien clung to her, using his other hand to keep his belly from sloshing around too much while he walked

It was such an amazing relief when he planted himself back on the cushioned bed, his whole body sinking further into the edge where he sat, huffing and puffing

His belly was so heavy that he had to lean on his hands behind him on the bed to maintain his balance, the large mound moving up and down with each breath

The fabric of his shirt strained to contain the little bit of his belly that still remained covered, along with his plush moobs

Vanessa blushed, reaching behind her partner "This looks so tight, let me help you with that" She gingerly pulled the fabric of the shirt up, finally releasing his behemoth belly and allowing him to breathe a bit easier

Damien let out a chuffed sigh of relief as the burden was removed from him, his belly pushing out further in his lap as he relaxed

"I * hff * really needed * huff * that, thanks 'Nessa.." he sighed

"My pleasure, cutie" she hummed, giving him a peck on the forehead and ruffling his soft, white hair affectionately

There was a moment of silence as both retained eye contact before the albino spoke

"Yknow… I'm still feeling pretty hungry…" he said, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he patted his overstuffed gut with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress for balance

"O-oh??" Vanessa sputtered, her eyes widening

"* bHUurp- * Yeah… and I've got the * huff * perfect l-little morsel right * puff * hhere in front of me~" he slurred, grabbing Vanessa by the arms surprisingly fast for how full and dazed he seemed a moment ago, swinging them around and pinning her to the bed underneath his heavy gut

The vampire barely had a moment to react as she froze, her heart going at a mile a minute, processing what he had just said, and the position she was now in…

Though he held himself up firmly above her, his large belly hung low enough to still weigh her down a considerable amount

She just stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, a very rare smug look on his rounded face

"Gotta return the * hfff- * f-favor~"

Vanessa gasped as she completely melted at his touch while his warm lips began planting sloppy kisses all over her cheeks and neck

Vanessa shuddered in delight, feeling his warm breath on her skin

Suddenly she began feeling small gentle pinches on her neck and shoulders, before realizing he had been incorporating a few little love bites in between kisses…

God, he knew just how to make her melt

She just lay there, her hands sinking into the plush flesh of his chest, feeling as if she was being enveloped in a pleasantly heavy and warm pillow

"Woah… I hadn't realized how h-eavy you'd gotten, honey-" she breathed, her face redder than she thought possible

Damien momentarily paused, looking down at his partner in concern "O-oh? Is it too much? I-I'm not * hff * hurting you am I??"

"Oh no! No, no, it feels… r-really * hff * good, actually… it's perfect~"

"Oh, that's a * hff * r-relief, cause I'm having * huff * waaay too much fun makin' ya * brup- * blush~"

The bed creaked again as Damien shifted his weight, moving an arm up to support himself as he leaned down to kiss his love's forehead

* WHUMP *

Vanessa yelped as her body was enveloped by warm, soft flesh within seconds

Damien belched loudly as all of his weight fell onto his bloated belly… and onto his partner beneath him..

His pointy ear twitched as he heard a small, slightly muffled noise of pleasure coming from beneath his mountainous body before he felt several gentle squeezes to his love handles

Damien felt his face grow hot

There was a moment of stunned silence before he snapped out of it and peeled himself off of his lover, panting

The werewolf gave a flustered, nervous laugh, seeing the vampire's bright red face and wide eyes, her body unmoving as she caught her breath

"Y-you ok down there~?" He asked, stifling a giggle

"That… was amazing…." she sighed, reaching up to hold her face in her hands

"P-please keep going.." she pleaded "Your kisses felt nice…"

Damien melted, immediately giving into her request as he continued his affectionate display, still a bit clumsily as he worked through his food-drunk state

"You're probably.. * hff * the sweetest thing I've * hic! * ever tasted, love~" he cooed between another small bite "I might just get addicted~" he gave a low mischievous laugh as Vanessa made more flustered sounds and giggles

It was rare for Vanessa to be the one to end up so flustered she was speechless...

Damien sighed before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips and carefully slumping onto the bed beside her, his belly sloshing from all the shake still inside it, a small burp coming out from the sudden movement

"I love you like this…" Vanessa finally spoke, her comment making Damien blush heavily, his round cheeks accentuated by the smile that spread across his face

"…Me too.."

The two shuffled closer to one another in bed, unspeaking as they embraced, bodies turned towards each other

The werewolf gently pulled his love into his soft body, humming in delight as he felt two small, cold hands graze his belly, rubbing in gentle circles, small gurgles and groans coming from the full belly of the lycanthrope

The pair lay there in comforting silence, the sound of each other's gentle breathing and low gurgles lulling them both into a warm, dreamless sleep

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That's it XD Hope yall liked it, just don't expect much written stuff from me in the future, I'm much better at storytelling through a visual format than I am with written stuff, but I had fun writing this nonetheless!! Hope this blurb makes yall as feral for these two as I am BHFDSIJKGDSB

[jae-bummer]

Perfect for You

Request: 7&9 with Shua 👀

Prompt:

7) "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Seventeen Joshua x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Lovie," a gentle voice cooed, followed by an equally comforting set of arms wrapping around you. "Look at me."

"No," you croaked, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

"Please?" your partner, Joshua, beckoned. "Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"I don't wanna," you pouted, knowing you were being a touch ridiculous.

"Guess I'll have to eat all of that pizza I ordered by myself," he sighed, unwrapping from you and plopping on to the mattress at your side.

"Pizza?" you squeaked, swiveling so just your face could be seen above the blanket. "Did you get-"

"Nope," he hummed. "I didn't get any of your favorites because you refuse to talk to me."

"Joshuuuaaaa," you whined, now completely rolling over in his direction. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

"But effective," he grinned. "Listen to all of those words!"

"You're the worst," you grumbled. Wiggling your way across the blanket, you stuffed your face into his bicep.

"Of course I am. Now are you going to tell me what has you upset?"

"Ugh," you groaned, leaning back and looking at him. He was already set to listen attentively to whatever problem you were about to present him. He was honestly too good for this world.

You knew your eyes and overall face were likely swollen from the number of tears you cried that afternoon. If that wasn't enough of a dead giveaway, the pint of ice cream on your bedside table was. "I upset myself."

"And how did that happen?" he nodded.

"I was on the internet."

"A very dangerous place," he prodded. "But I think you're leaving parts out."

"I got a notification about the photoshoot you did a few months ago," you said quietly.

Joshua took a quick breath before shutting his mouth again. You knew the silence meant that he already knew where this was going.

"I know we talked about it before it even happened," you sighed. "But I wasn't quite ready for the reality of it."

Or the centerfold spread of your half naked partner modeling some expensive fashion brand alongside a very beautiful half naked woman.

Okay, maybe half naked was pushing it, but you were feeling especially sensitive.

"I had a lot of big feelings!" you wailed, burying your face back into Joshua.

"Baby," he sighed, reaching over to set a hand on your hair. "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"Because I'm stupid and silly!" you gasped in between sobs. "And you were busy, and my problem wasn't even really a problem."

"Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer," he whispered, kissing the top of your head lightly. "No matter how silly or stupid you think it is. Your feelings are always valid, okay?"

"Okay," you whimpered.

"Now, tell me what has you upset."

"Isn't it obvious?" you groaned, leaning away again. "All of these beautiful people you're around all the time! What if one day you realize you've been doing charity work this whole time with me?"

"Y/N," Joshua sighed, a smirk threatening to appear on the corners of his mouth. "I don't want them. I want you."

"You're just saying that!" you sniffed. "You don't know what's in the future!"

"And neither do you!" he said, finally letting out a light chuckle. "If I wanted to be with one of those people, I would have already. You realize that right?"

"But what if-"

"If you play the 'what if' game with yourself all the time, you're going to drive yourself crazy." He pulled you close and nuzzled into your hair. "I want you. No one else."

"Are you sure?" you muttered into his t-shirt. "This is your last chance for an out. It's now or never."

"Have you ever had that feeling where something is so cute and clueless that you want to squeeze the crap out of them?" Joshua asked thoughtfully.

"Cute aggression, yeah."

"That's how I feel about you right now."

"Thanks?"

You both stilled as the buzzer to your apartment sounded. Looking down at you and quirking a brow, Joshua smiled. "That's the pizza and I did in fact order all of your favorites when I heard you were having a crisis."

"Joshua Hong," you gasped. "You are perfection."

"No one's perfect," he sighed, slipping off of the bed. "But perfect for you? Yeah, that's me."

[goosewriting]

Hi! I just came across your blog and I am love with how you write. Especially with your most recent writing about the Rise Brothers!

I've came to request ( and I'm sorry if your requests are closed omg 😭 ), if the Rise Brothers gave the reader (GENDER NEUTRAL) a gift. But like the reader hasn't received a gift in such a long time that they almost (or do) start crying?

And this is just a stretch, you don't have rot so this: but could you add this maybe a week later after the First Kiss with Donnie? I could tell why you were proud of his part in your little A/N !

(again, it's just an extra extra thing! No need to do it)

Thank you again!! Have a good day 💐

Unexpected Presents (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader can't help but tear up/cry after receiving a gift from their turtle boyfriend.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (established)

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

A/N: the hardest part of these imo is coming up with different prompts for each brother lol I don't like it being repetitive. so I really hope I made your request justice and this is along the lines of what you imagined :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

Ever since discovering an arcade in the Hidden City, Leo and you went there as often as possible.

Señor Hueso’s restaurant was also nearby, which was a plus.

So you had a fair amount of dates with games and pizza/ominous food.

Both of you got pretty competitive and would try to win against each other at all costs.

Tickles, sabotage, flirty remarks to catch the other off-guard; all was fair in love and war.

You were both ecstatic when a new booth opened: a Sonic racing game.

After eating a pizza with some… questionable toppings, Leo and you made your way straight back to the arcade. There was one booth that had been closed off the last couple of times you were here, and supposedly today they were introducing a new game.

When you arrived, you were met with a big cut-out of Sonic and Shadow, and behind it were two big screens with racer seats, steering wheels, pedals, the whole pizzazz.

You both wasted no time in sitting down and starting the game. You weren’t entirely sure if the Hidden City had “legally” acquired this game in collaboration with SEGA but you didn’t care either way. All you could think of was beating Leo for a) bragging rights, and b) that giant stuffed turtle that hung from the ceiling, marked as the grand prize for setting today’s inauguration high score. Your eyes sparkled with determination; that plushie would be yours.

— — —

Your shoulders slouched in defeat as you left your seat, pouting. Leo had beaten you by a fraction of a second, and only because just before the finish line he had reached over and squeezed your thigh, which made you squeak in surprise and lift your foot from the gas pedal.

Thus he had set the high score of the day, saving it under the name “NEONLEON”, because what else was new with him.

As you were looking at the scores table, your name just under his, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you were met with a turtle, but not the one you expected. Leo was holding the giant plushie to your face.

“Yes, yes, you won” you laughed, gently pushing it to the side to be able to look at Leo. “No need to literally rub it in.”

“What? No, this is for you!” he replied, once again holding out the toy. You just looked at him confused.

“But… it was you who won?”

“Well, yeah” Leo looked away as a slight blush spread on his cheeks. “But I wanted to win it for you, because you looked at it like you really wanted it. Not that you couldn't win it on your own, but you know. And it's not like you don’t already have a turtle to cuddle with, anyways…” he added that last part under his breath.

You hesitated for a second, then grabbed the stuffed turtle. It was so soft and fluffy! Giving it a bit of a squeeze, you asked Leo again if he was sure about it, to which he basically shoved it into your arms; he wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer.

Your eyes wandered up and down between your boyfriend and the grand prize, now hugging it tightly, and you felt the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but Leo noticed your eyes glossing over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Did you want something else?”

“No, it’s- this is perfect, thank you Leo” you replied sheepishly and pecked his cheek. “I feel so silly for crying over this… It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this.” Sure you had received little trinkets and presents here and there from Leo before, but hearing him say that he won it for you, it felt different somehow. Even if he technically stole your win.

Leo hugged you tightly, the plushie pressed between the two of you, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’ll win all the games if it means I can get you more prizes. You deserve them!” he announced and sported his signature grin. You playfully slapped his arm, reminding him that he only won this time because he cheated, but inside you felt warm and fuzzy and loved.

🔴 Raph

Whenever Raph sees something that reminds him of you, chances are he’ll take them back with him to give them to you.

Like keychains or cute stationery if you’re into that.

But he also thinks gifts should be practical, he doesn’t want you to hoard stuff without reason.

So he tries to get you things that are relevant to your hobby, class, job, whatever you’re into at the moment.

Last time he was at your place, he noticed you had a couple more houseplants than last time.

So he thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to give you a ceramic pot he saw some time ago, which had immediately made him think of you.

It was a turtle (of course), but with the shell hollowed out to put the plant in.

It was a peaceful evening when you happily skipped to your balcony after hearing a soft knock. You knew it was Raph; you were eager to finally have some alone time with him.

You opened the glass door and stepped aside to let him in. Standing on your tippy-toes, you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek. The package he carried under his arm didn’t escape you, and for a second you panicked as you thought about how you didn’t have anything for him. Then again, there was no reason or occasion for him to give you anything, so it was probably just a new game.

“Whatchu got there?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you now that you had calmed yourself. You both sat down on the cushions on the floor you had prepared in front of the couch. Raph gave you a cute and proud grin, and your heart skipped a beat.

“This is for you, so here you go!” he said and held out the package towards you. You noticed how it was neatly wrapped, your name carefully written in several colours on the front.

“Huh?” Panic was starting to rise again within you. “I don’t have anything for you though… W-What’s the occasion?”

“No need to give me anything, and it’s no occasion” he explained, giving you a slight shrug. “I saw it and thought you’d like it, that’s all.”

You looked at him for a moment, incredulous. This is a prank, right?, you thought. The moment I open the package, something is gonna jump out and scare me.

Exhaling through your nose, you gave him one last sceptic look and took the package, starting to open it carefully. Whatever it was, you were mentally ready not to flinch. But instead of the worst, which you were expecting, you find an adorable turtle planter in the box. it even had a little red bandana on its head, which did not really match the style of the pot, so you assumed Raph must have made it himself.

Suddenly you felt incredibly silly for doubting him, but at the same time you were genuinely not expecting it to be a gift. Before you could stop yourself, silent tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Wha- Are you okay?” Raph panicked when he saw you crying, and pulled you into his chest to hug you, careful not to crush the planter.

“I’m sorry” you hiccuped and wiped over your face with the back of your sleeve. “I have no idea what came over me. Guess it was just very… unexpected. It’s very cute, I love it, really! Thank you!”

“Glad to hear that” Raph smiled and gently wiped your last tears away with his knuckles.

Taking out your phone, you opened the local nursery’s page and together you looked for a plant worthy of the new planter in your collection.

🟠 Mikey

If Mikey were to give you something it would be something self made for sure.

Maybe something artsy, like a scrapbook or a collage of pictures of you both.

Or for a more special occasion a home cooked meal.

And of course dessert.

He’d try to pry the information out of April of what your favourite food from your childhood was.

He’d avoid asking you directly so as not to spoil the surprise.

When he finally found out what it was, he spent several days on different cooking and baking blogs trying to find the best recipe.

Taking one last glance at the time on your phone display, you slipped the device back into your pocket. You were right on time, entering the lair with a light jog. Mikey had suddenly summoned you to the sewers, which barely gave you time to change and get ready. You had no idea what he had in mind, so you went with a tiny bit of a more “formal” look than usual, just in case. He only said you’d have dinner together but didn’t explain further.

As soon as you set foot in the main room, you could already smell the food from the kitchen. It smelled suspiciously familiar as well, like something you hadn’t had in quite a while.

Finally entering the kitchen, you saw that the table had been set with candles, flowers and several pieces of cutlery on either side of the plate; Mikey had gone all out. There was also soft orchestral music playing from somewhere, but you couldn’t tell where the speakers were.

“Ah, my dearest Y/n, welcome!” Mikey greeted you from behind, which made you slightly jump in surprise. Curse these turtles and their ninja stealth. You noticed he was wearing a blazer, and a tie, but no button shirt, which made you snort slightly.

He engulfed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around a couple of times, then came to a halt and dipped you to kiss you lovingly. Bringing you back to your feet, he guided you towards the table and pulled back the chair for you to sit, which you did.

“So… what’s going on exactly?” you asked curiously. You were enjoying all this attention for sure, but you were equally confused.

“Oh, you know, a little bit of this…” Mikey said in a sing-sang voice while filling your cup with your favourite drink. “… and a little bit of that…” He set a plate in front of you which had a cloche* over it, and paused for suspense before lifting it. “Surprise!”

As he revealed the food, a flood of memories washed over you, crashing like a wave. It was your favourite comfort food from your childhood, which you hadn’t had in ages, and it was clearly made from scratch.

You took a deep breath trying to regain your composure, but you couldn’t help a few tears running down your cheeks as you stared at the meal in front of you in complete shock.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” Mikey asked, concerned, and crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I- This is- How-?!” To say you were at a loss for words was an understatement. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear your vision, you took Mikey’s hand in yours and looked down at him.

“Sorry, this just triggered a nostalgia in me that hit me like a truck” you half laughed, half apologised. “It’s been a good while since I’ve had it. Where did you even find the recipe?”

“Ah, a good cook never reveals his sources” Mikey said with a wink. You smiled lovingly at him.

“Well, I have no idea how you made this, but I can’t wait to dig in. It looks incredible!”

As you both ate, Mikey told you there was also a dessert waiting. You quickly ran a list in your mind of what it could possibly be, the anticipation making you even hungrier for the unknown delicacy. But for now, you relished in the warmth in your belly and heart from the food, and the pleasant tightness in your chest, knowing it came from being so loved by the orange turtle. You made a mental note to thank him properly later.

(* the bell shaped silver thing used to cover food on a plate. yes i had to google it. TIL, and so did you)

🟣 Donnie

Donnie never considered himself to be the kind of person who’s super hung up on the “little” anniversaries.

One month, one year, sure.

But just a week?

Not too long ago he would have considered it too clingy.

And yet here he finds himself wanting to give you something for the weekiversary.

If he could, he would give you something every day.

He just wants to show you he appreciates you, because he knows it’s hard for him to find the words sometimes.

While he likes just spending time with you as such, he’ll shower you with presents all he can.

It had been around a week since the sleepover where you and Donnie shared your first kiss. Thinking back to it still made your face burn up; where you had found the boldness to do what you did, you still didn’t know. But you were glad you had. Because now, physical gestures were so much easier for both of you. Kisses, caresses and loving words were no longer a reason to stress over, wondering if things had gotten awkward.

The morning after your kiss, you had both discussed your “status”. After a flustered confession on both sides, you had decided that you were officially a couple.

Since it had only been a week since then, you didn’t consider it too big of an occasion to celebrate or anything, but Donnie thought differently.

That day you walked into the lair as you usually would after you were done with class. You greeted the turtle brothers who were in the main room, making a beeline towards the lab. You had been here yesterday but you already missed Donnie so much. Your hands came to cover your face in embarrassment at the thought of how clingy you were being.

Walking into the lab, you said hi to Donnie and heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered that the turtle before you was now, in fact, your boyfriend. He seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, however. And he was clearly hiding something on the table from your view with his torso. You approached him curiously.

“Oho, what you got there, Don?” you asked, trying to peek over his shoulder, to no avail. He was still blocking your view, and suddenly took your hands in his to stop you from prying, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I know it’s only been 7 days” he started explaining. “But it’s been seven wonderful days and before I even realised, I found myself working on a little something for you.”

Moving aside, he revealed the object behind him. On the table sat a little sculpture of your favourite animal made of metal and different scrap materials. It was a little wonky, but clearly made with so much love and care. He had even polished all the pieces so the metallic sheen was bright under the sharp lab lights. You carefully removed your hands from his to pick up the object; it was a little heavier than you expected. As you turned it around, you noticed the little purple bow that was tied around its neck.

“Do you like it?” Donnie asked, almost in a whisper. A shy smile was spreading on his face, but quickly contorted into an expression of worry as he saw you started tearing up.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? I know it’s not perfect, but I mean… It’s not that bad, right?” he panicked. You tried your best to not start sobbing, and dried your tears with your free hand, holding the figurine to your chest with your other one.

“That’s not it at all, Donnie” you hiccuped. “It is perfect! I love it so much, really. Thank you!” You placed the gift back on the table and hugged Donnie tightly, which he reciprocated.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, still confused.

“I assure you they’re happy tears!” You sniffled. “It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this…”

“Unacceptable!” Donnie exclaimed and held you by your upper arms to lean you back a bit, so he could look into your face. “Then you better get ready, dear, because there’s plenty more where that came from!”

~~~~~

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[pennylanewrites]

sur le fil [levi ackerman x f!reader]

chapter 2: el valse

your neighbours learn about your secret skills; cooking and painting. the latter causes some disturbance. petra makes a scene and you see what levi is actually like when he’s furious.

a/n: this one’s short but hey, flustered levi makes his appearance. the next chapter’s bigger 😏

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you almost jumped out of bed when a loud thud echoed through the second floor. someone giggled and someone else shushed them. groaning, you slowly opened one eye to check your phone. 6:22 am.

“there goes my saturday…” you stretched and got up, pulling your flip flops from under the bed. with heavy-lidded eyes, you dragged your feet down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen.

“what the fuck? why are you all up?” levi was sitting down on the kitchen table, newspaper in one hand, a cigarette in the other. zoe and moblit slowly lifted their heads from the counter, looking up at you with guilt.

“i told you you’d wake her up, zoe.”

“that thud was you? i thought the ceiling fell.” you pushed the pair out of your way and looked at your coffee machine. “what did you do?”

“nothing! not yet, at least. we wanted to make coffee and levi wouldn’t help.” zoe scratched the back of her head as moblit sat her down on a chair. levi scrunched his nose and moved away from zoe.

“here.” you poured two espresso shots in shot glasses and placed them on the table. “drink these.”

“and take a shower,” levi added as zoe inspected the espresso shot, “you guys stink of gin.”

as your coffee poured, you took out an array of ingredients; flour, cheese, chocolate, eggs and more.

“breakfast is served in two hours.”

“thanks, y/n. come on, chérie.”

you were glad you took the time to fill up your share of the pantry in the week. you had loved cooking, ever since you were a kid. you always thought cooking for someone, sitting down to share the meal was one of the most intimate experiences.

you could cut the tension in the kitchen with a knife. every so often, you would peek at levi as you dusted flour off your hands, and he would shove his newspaper closer to his face. you still took it as a win; it meant he was already looking.

you were taking reference photos of the mess on the counter, the half-set breakfast table, levi’s newspaper and cigarettes, when you felt a cold hand on your waist. startled, you looked back at levi, who simply wanted you to get out of his way.

“sorry!” you squeaked out and went back to pour the pancake dough into the pan. what the fuck was that?

he chuckled. he actually chuckled as he poured a second cup of tea for himself. the shit was making fun of you.

after two long hours, you finally set the table; a platter of sliced mango and papaya, a bowl of warm pão francês with a side of butter and jam spreads, a plate of tapioca pancakes, filled with nutella. you finished the table with another plate of pão de queijo, cheese-filled heavenly balls of dough, and a ceramic jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

zoe and moblit entered the kitchen right on time, eyes lighting up at the assortment of food. levi excused himself, but zoe easily lifted him up and shoved him back in his chair. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, trying -and failing- to disguise with a cough.

after explaining the brazilian-inspired recipes, everyone digged in.

“ha-ha. levi’s eating balls.” zoe giggled, shoving half a pancake in her mouth. levi shot a glare her way.

“zoe.” moblit pleaded, knowing a simple word from her could result in one of levi’s outbreaks. zoe took one of the cheese-stuffed balls, and when levi opened his mouth to speak, shoved it between his teeth.

everyone stared at him. he was trying to be serious, but it was impossible with a ball keeping his mouth half-open. you muffled a gasp with your palm and looked at your lap, the table shaking from you keeping your laughter in. now it was your turn to be stared at from the rest of the table.

when you finally composed yourself, you looked up at levi. he had already chewed the dough ball and was now, while keeping eye contact, licking his thumb and then his pointer finger tantalisingly slow. a foot found it’s way against your calf, stroking it and gradually heading north. you shoved your legs shut and looked away flustered. he had won this one.

“turn off the porn.” zoe whispered to moblit, but both you and levi caught the comment.

you and zoe were left alone in the kitchen to clean up. she was washing the dishes, you were putting away the leftovers.

“levi and petra are still together, you know,” she started and you gave her a warning look, “but i’m pretty sure it’s over.”

“okay.” you shrugged.

“he wants to have sex with you.”

“zoe!”

“what?” she continued humming a song from an infomercial. you pulled saran wrap over a half-cut mango and sighed.

“levi does not want to have sex with me. we just started getting along.”

“he was about to have sex with your leg.”

“how did you know about that?” you looked at her with horror. zoe had this weird aura around her, and she always knew what you were thinking. at times you thought maybe she was a psychic. a low, evil laugh came out of her lips as she patted her wet hands on her skirt.

“because he thought my leg was yours at first.”

you had a moment where you both stared at the floor before looking at each other and bursting out laughing.

you were struggling to carry an unfinished painting, your easel and supplies to the terrace, when levi stepped out of his bedroom, a female voice yelling behind him in french. he shut the door and leaned back on it with a sigh. he looked so tortured, with his eyes shut close and his chest moving up and down with every sharp breath, as the female screamed behind the door. you pretended not to notice him and headed up the stairs.

“you’re going to fall.” he called out and walked up to you. he was right, but you were stubborn. looking down at your painting, you grinned.

“help me then.” you gave him the canvas. the back of it wrote self portrait and levi was instantly intrigued. you climbed the stairs with levi right behind you. any moment now…

levi stumbled on the very last step, almost falling on the floor. you looked back, and he quickly turned the canvas back around, cheeks rosy and eyes shifting around the ceiling.

“thanks, ackerman.” you placed your easel down and placed the canvas on it, admiring your work. a detailed silhouette on a mattress. the rest of the background was undefined, but the portrait of your naked body was finished, and it was engraved in levi’s brain for the rest of the day.

the afternoon rush hour had gone smoothly, even with levi’s mysterious absence. your mind wandered to petra; they were obviously fighting earlier that day, and she sounded furious. you wondered if she knew about the little…whatever it was, between you and levi. you really doubted it, however; nothing was happening, just a stupid act in the moment. as if on cue, levi stepped in. you suddenly were very interested in the dainty porcelain tea cups you had on display. levi worked around you as he got ready for his shift. you both jumped away when your pinkies touched under the bar.

“you can go now.”

“i’m working for another five hours.” you were not about to lose a day’s pay just because levi didn’t want you around.

“i have this covered.”

“it’s fine, ackerman,” he glared at you at the use of his last name, “i won’t pull any self portraits from behind the fridge.” you took a step back and grinned when levi looked away.

you worked in sync for a while longer, trying not to touch one another. what was this weird tension and when did it start? if levi didn’t basically try to fuck your leg that morning, none of this would be happening; you would still be bickering and muttering curses. you would definitely not be looking at his jean-clad ass and thick thighs. what kind of sorcery was this that they looked so muscly, even under jeans?

“i’m taking my break!” you yelled behind you before leaving through the back door. levi shook his head and even contemplated slapping himself as he watched your hips swing with your step.

you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, eating a sandwich from the deli around the corner, when you heard commotion from inside the café. you grabbed your stuff from the bench and walked back inside.

petra, despite her petite appearance, was making a scene in the middle of the café. levi had his arms crossed against his chest and was staring at her, an empty look in his eyes. you were pretty sure that made petra even angrier.

despite your broken french knowledge, you caught a few phrases; ‘emotionless’ ‘cheap bastard’.

the only words levi spoke at the girl, you understood loud and clear.

“get the fuck out.” a few tears escaped petra’s eyes and your heart broke for her. she could tell she wasn’t welcome anymore, so she gathered her bag and jacket and ran out.

zoe and moblit had a fair share of stories with levi getting mad, frustrated, furious. they all ended in someone getting punched. but no, this. this is what levi actually was like when furious. he appeared emotionless to the naked eye, but if you put him under a microscope, you could see his chest puff in and out frantically, his nostrils flare, a bead of sweat fall down the vein popping on his forehead.

levi apologised to the customers with a polite smile, looking around before his eyes fell on you. you gave him a sympathetic smile before returning to your spot inside the bar.

“take a break.” you told him, but he just shook his head no. “you can’t even make tea, your hands are trembling.”

“i’m fine.” he muttered, hissing when the mug slipped from his hand, splashing the burning liquid all over his front. he slammed the mug down, lifting his hands to his temples and massaging them as hard as he could.

“are you trying to give yourself a lobotomy?” you took his wrists in your hands and turned him around, so his back was to the customers. “let me clean this up.”

you took a damp towel and lifted it to his chest, patting down the stain on his white shirt. you trailed down to his stomach, the pads of your fingers grazing his belt. he swiftly grabbed your wrist, looking at you from behind his black hair.

“stop.” he choked out. you nodded and took a step back, eyeing him from the top to the bottom. “i-i’m going to take my break now.” levi muttered and you noticed he held his bag over his crotch as he walked to the back room.

you danced around with a giggle as you prepared the next order. this one felt a little bittersweet after petra’s outburst, but it was still a victory for you.

levi 1 - y/n 2

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Andrei and cockwarming during a movie marathon 😏

i just need you all to know that it was 8:45 am when i originally got this ask and it was all i thought about all day. i love you horny bitches 🫶🏻 this is filthy 😌

it’s a bad weather weekend, so you and andrei stay inside and watch movies all day on saturday

it starts out innocent enough, with you on one side of the couch, your legs draped over andrei’s lap, bowl of popcorn resting on your lap so you can both reach

he strokes absently at your calf and you shiver a little at his touch

his cock twitches under your legs and you know at some point you’re going to end up horizontal with andrei on top of you

as the movies wear on, you shift closer to him, sitting up and leaning against his side, with one heavy, muscular arm draped over your shoulders and his hand playing with your hair

by the time you’re five minutes into the second movie, you’re straddling andrei’s lap, making out with him like you’re a pair of horny teenagers

his hands tangle in your hair and his tongue licks inside of your mouth

you grind over his lap, the hard ridge of his cock pressing delightfully against your inner thigh

“i wanna get my hands on you,” you mumble, dragging your hands down over his chest to try and get them in his pants

andrei gets a wicked look in his eye and his own hands slide down to palm and squeeze your ass

“do you want to be a good girl?” andrei asks and lust shoots straight down to your core with the low rumble of his voice. you can’t help but nod

“good,” he says, fingers sliding under the loose fabric of your shorts and brushing against the soft skin of your ass. “then you’re going to do exactly what i say, i don’t think we want to rush the fun.”

you’re curious about what andrei has planned and then your shifting while he tugs your shorts and panties off, discarding them to the floor and leaving you bare and wet for him

he grins - smirks, really - and swipes two fingers between your legs, drawing a gasp from your lips and making you arch your back

“wet, but i think you could be wetter,” he says, all teeth and dark eyes. in one swift move, he has one arm wrapped around your waist and has his cock out of his shorts, standing hard and at attention

you whine his name and he swallows the noise with a kiss, “be a good girl and keep daddy’s cock warm. i want to finish the movie.”

blinking at him stupidly, his words sink in just as andrei’s lifting you and settling you on his cock. you let out a soft sigh as you sink down on him completely, his hips wedged firmly in the cradle of your thighs

it’s overwhelming, being stuffed completely full, and you instinctively start moving your hips, trying to get friction, but andrei’s hands clamp around your waist in a bruising grip

“ah, ah solnyshka. no moving. i want to feel how wet your hot, tight little cunt can get around me. if you’re a good girl and stay where you’re seated during the movie, i’ll let you orgasm,” he kisses the side of your neck, nipping gently at your skin. “if you try to move, well, naughty girls get punished.”

heat flushes up your chest and neck knowing that andrei most definitely will spank you and honestly, you’re not sure what you want more right now - the spanking or the sure to be mind-blowing orgasm once andrei’s sufficiently teased you

you sigh and clench around him on habit but andrei pinches your ass and you squeak. “none of that either,” he reprimands you, “we’re just going to watch a movie and you’re going to keep me hard. okay?”

“okay,” you whisper, breathing through your nose and trying desperately not to move on top of him

“okay what?”

“okay, daddy,” you whimper and andrei grins like the cat that got the canary

“that’s a good girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “now, watch the movie.”

you’re facing andrei on his lap, so it’s hard to watch the movie, but you drop your head and press your cheek against his shoulder so you can see the screen - all that does is force your position to change slightly, pushing andrei’s cock deep enough that you’re pretty sure he’s going to bruise your cervix

his arms wrap loosely around your back and you try to focus on the action, breathing slowly to distract yourself from what you really want

it’s nearly impossible to forget that you’re full of 8 thick inches of russian and you barely make it ten minutes before your hips wiggle slightly

“solnyshka,” andrei warns you, his cock throbbing in time with your heartbeat

“my legs are going numb,” you whine the pathetic excuse with a pout and andrei thumbs at your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. you dart your tongue out and lick gently at the pad of his thumb

“if you’re going to complain,” he says casually, like he’s talking about dinner plans, “then i’m going to have to find something to stuff in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

his thumb slips a little into your mouth and you wrap your lips around it, sucking gently. your cunt throbs almost painfully and a bead of sweat rolls down your back with the effort it takes not to clench around him

“are you going to complain?” he asks, slipping his other hand between your bodies and finding the base of his cock, already soaked with your arousal. he holds the hand up between your faces and you watch him lick each finger clean, a whimper escaping your mouth as you release his thumb

“no,” you reply shakily, “i won’t complain, daddy.”

“good girl,” his voice is low and hoarse and sweat is forming on at his hairline, the only evidence that he’s as affected by this as you are. “it’s a short movie. only another hour and a half.”

you’re not going to make it that long, no chance, you realize with a choked sob

it’s unbearable, to have him in you and to not be able to move

it’s not the first time you’ve done this, but neither one of you is ever able to last that long without moving, but andrei’s definitely in one of those moods, so you know he’s going to try and push it as long as possible

you inhale shakily and recommit yourself to not moving. he’s so hard inside of you and you drape yourself over his chest and shoulders, burying your face in his neck, trying not to move at all

andrei’s hands are on your ass, just resting there and squeezing occasionally and it could honestly have been ten seconds or ten hours, you’re completely focused on the way his cock is throbbing and twitching inside of you, hard and hot and stretching you to your limits

just when you think you’re going to absolutely lose your mind, andrei’s hips thrust up into yours slowly. you gasp at the sudden movement and groan, digging your nails into his neck

andrei hums, rolling his hips slowly once more before stopping again. “i don’t know if you’re ready,” he rasps, his hand slipping from your ass to assess the complete mess you’re making of his lap. “better, but i still think you have more, right, moya khoroshaya devochka?”

“andrei, please,” you moan, the noise breaking off into a strangled gasp when his fingers dance lightly over your clit. “i need….please…too much,” you’re babbling, head fuzzy with lust. your thighs tremble with the effort of staying still.

“you need daddy to move?” his voice is like gravel. “is my good girl ready to be rewarded for letting my cock stay warm in her sweet little cunt?”

“yes, yes, please,” you whine, the slickness between your bodies gathering under your ass. you can’t even imagine what his lap looks like

andrei’s hands are around your waist again, lifting you, and before you can even process the loss of his cock in your cunt, he’s slamming you back down on him to the hilt again and again, giving you the movement you so desperately needed. he keeps you locked on his lap with an arm around your waist and fucks his hips up into yours, sending you over the edge into a white-visioned orgasm within seconds

you’re limp in his lap, blinking stupidly, sweat dripping down your spine and the side of your face, and andrei’s still hard inside of you, pumping away while you’re effectively a rag doll in his arms

he comes a few heartbeats later, spilling into you in hot spurts and you manage to blink away some of the orgasm haze enough to help him, stroking a hand over the base of his cock and balls, clenching around him while he comes with a shout of your name

now the mess on his lap includes the cum that’s leaking out of you, and you know from experience that it’s going to get sticky and disgusting very soon, but andrei wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug against his chest

he kisses your temple and laughs a little, “you’re such a good girl, solnyshka.”

“and you’re a menace,” you tease, carding your fingers through his hair. “but fuck if i don’t love you.”

“do you love me enough to get me a glass of water?” he grins boyishly at you and you punch his shoulder, the both of you laughing

“oh my god, i just sat with your dick stuffed inside of me for like forty-five minutes and then just had a top ten orgasm, i can’t feel my legs, drei! you get me some water!”

he does, eventually rolling you off of his lap and coming back with water, snacks, and a damp washcloth to clean you up. his shorts are disgusting and he changes those too, before getting back on the couch with you

once you’re both cleaned up, you tuck yourself against his side, yawning, to finish the movie

“next time,” andrei says absently, “we should see if you can make it an hour.”

[bellysoupset]

Self Indulgent Bella blurb

I know I'm supposed to be writing Part 3 of the other fic (I AM!!), but this wouldn't leave my mind so....

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"Dios mio," Bella groaned, leaning back as far as the car seat allowed and planting a hand to her bloated tummy, "I'm so stuffed."

Luke, driving and looking ahead, let out a chuckle and stole a glance, "you got a little food baby," he teased her lightly, planting a hand on her thigh.

Bella opened a lazy smile, feeling more than a little drowsy from the amount of food she had eaten during the small convention, "a little food baby? You're being too nice," she grabbed his hand resting on her thigh and planted it on her tummy, "I'm ready-to-pop preggo."

Luke rolled his eyes, squishing her belly a little and stroking it over the fabric of her shirt, "I think its cute."

"Freaky," his wife deadpanned, smiling smugly at him and scooting on the seat so she could rest her head on his shoulder. Lucas didn't bother answering the tease, pulling back his hand to plant it on the steering wheel and turning his face slightly so he could press a kiss on top of her head.

They were in silence for the next ten minutes and had just entered their neighborhood when Bella suddenly sat up, her stomach letting out a loud gurgle and causing her to cup her mouth with both her hands-

"Shit, just let me pull over!" Luke squeaked nervously, not waiting for an answer and already signaling that he was about to park the car.

Bell shook her head no, squeezing her eyes shut... And then she burped, loudly. It was muffled by her hands, but once the first burp was out she removed the hand in order to press on her upset tummy, digging her fingers in and forcing up a string of burps, all of them just as loud and wet.

Luke raised his eyebrows as the car slowly came to a stop, "damn-"

Bella's face was almost as red as her hair, as she looked at him with a sheepish smile, "excuse me...?"

Luke snorted, "you're excused, piggy... Does your tummy feel better?"

"Tons," Bell sighed, running a hand over her domed, puffy belly and patting it in an affectionate manner, "suuch a fussy baby- Oh you're blushing!" her tone changed to delighted as Luke's whole face turned pink at her language, "Lucas!"

"Shut up," he grumbled, starting the car back up and looking away from her, while Bella continued to laugh at him. She leaned back, grinning like mad.

"I didn't know this got to you, Luke-"

"I said shut up, Bell," he said in a strained voice, cheeks a flame and Bella's smirk only grew even wider at the response, only for a yawn to sneak up on her.

"Oka-ay," she yawned against her fist, "I will make sure to only use this information for evil."

Luke let out a groan at that, but he didn't move at all as she leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes, being pulled down on a sleep coma.

[whispers-of-lilith]

(This is my attempt to fluster you)

"T-Toji!" you squeaked softly as he pulled you back down on his cock until he was entirely inside you again. A shaky sigh left you, and you leaned back against Toji's chest. "You need to stop! People will start to notice once the race is over!" you quietly scolded him despite enjoying how well he stretched you.

"We're so high up in the stands that no one will notice us~ You're fine, baby girl~" he whispered into your ear, his eyes locked onto the boats getting closer to the finish line. For once, he seemed to have bet on the right racer.

You pouted, but before you could keep talking, Toji stuffed two fingers into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue. His other hand tightly gripped your hip to slowly bounce you up and down on his cock, reaching deep inside you each time he brought you down. You whined and squirmed, trying not to moan despite how good it felt every time he kissed your cervix. That became hard when he started thrusting up into you each time he pulled you back down. A loud moan escaped you, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Shhh~ I thought you were worried about people noticing how well I'm fucking you~" he teased with a shit-eating grin.

Toji cursed under his breath when your gummy walls squeezed down his cock. He chuckled while pressing his lips against your shoulder. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your drool covering his fingers. Then he bit down hard on your shoulder, sucking the skin like you were the most delicious food he ever tasted. He slid his hand down to rub circles on your clit to push you over the edge. You covered your mouth with both hands to muffle the squeal of ecstasy you released while cumming on his cock. Toji groaned against your shoulder from the feeling of your fluttering walls around his cock.

"Would you look at that..." he said, voice heavy with lust as he stopped bouncing you on his cock to instead have you keep him nice and warm. "My two favorite things. You, all nice and fucked out, and the boat I bet on winning. Looks like you might be my luck charm~"

I am in absolute shambles, RISEN IVE READ THIS 5 TIMES NOW AND IT STILL MAKES ME—HDHWJDHSHSHWH

Thought I was going to be stronger than this, but fucking Toji in public? I'm pretty sure I fucking ascended each time I read this. You checked so many fantasy / kink boxes of mine that it was impossible not to be flustered. His fingers in my mouth? Harsh biting? Cock warming? FUCKING IN PUBLIC??

I'm salivating, words cannot express how thankful I am that you wrote this for me. Compared to Toji I'm small, so just thinking about him using me and bouncing me on his dick like his own personal fleshlight is *chefs kiss*

Sorry for the crazy long delay in answering this ask, but you scored 110% on the fluster me meter.

This was from the: try to fluster me in my asks & I'll rate your attempt ❀!

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Pillow princess Mingi.

Warnings: Smut, forced Feminization, degrading, nipple play, size difference, Bottom Mingi, Top San, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, cum eating, pet names, dacryphelia, teasing, butt plugs, cockslut.

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This is just a Drabble I posted to Twitter and decided to post here.

-Twitter: CherryCh4nnie

-Ao3: PuppyBoyChan

“Do you want it hm?”

Mingi Looked up at the elder with glassy eyes and his face blushed.

A soft whimper leaving his lips when San slipped his lubed up cock between his cheeks, letting it rub against his hole making it twitch and clench around nothing.

“I said do you want it princess?”

The rapper burned up at the pet name feeling his cock twitch. He didn’t trust his voice to speak but he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

Defeated he squeaked out

“P-please Sannie, want it so bad.”

San just chuckled stopping his movements and instead gliding his hands up the youngers buff body to toy with his perked up nipples.

“You have such pretty tits Darling.”

He would tease squeezing the soft muscle and pressing them together to create cleavage.

The boy below him was squirming and protesting.

He shouldn’t be getting so turned on by this, they weren’t tits he was a man.

But the way Sxn was speaking to him and touching him expertly made heat coil up in his stomach even if he was ashamed to admit it.

“You love it really don’t you princess?I bet you could cum just by me playing with your nipples, maybe next time we can dress you up in a pretty bralette and I can fuck your pretty tits hm?

Would you like that ?”

The thought made Mingi Whimper out loud and his body arched.

He desperately needed to be fucked.

It was cruel for San to tease him like this really but can you blame him?

The sight of the tall buff man falling apart for him was mouth watering.

The way his face flushed, messy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and plump pink lips hung open as he let out the most sinful deep moans and occasionally whimpers.

The way his body squirmed with need and tears started to fall down his cheeks as he begged and begged to be filled up.

“S-Sannie please I nngh need it s-so bad.”

His voice came out as a desperate plead.

He’d been so good really, so who was San to deny him?

He’d push his cock into the rappers hole agonisingly slowly, feeling the tight warmth suck him in he’d growl low in his throat.

They looked a sight with Mingi’s long legs thrown over the shorter mans shoulders as veiny hands were tightly gripping his waist, definitely enough to bruise to hold him in place.

San would begin to thrust rough and deep, making Mingi Cry out.

He sounded positively wrecked.

Debauched moans and sobs leaving his lips with every thrust.

“Doing so good for me hm? God it was like you were made to take my cock. My perfect little fuck toy. I wonder what people would say if they saw you completely ruined for me?”

San’s voice was low and the lewd words dripped off his tongue.

“Mmh am your good boy S-Sannie, f-fuck feels so good.”

Encouraged, San picked up his pace, now wrapping one hand around the others red leaking cock and jacking him off fast making his back arch and causing him to yell out.

“You’ve got such a huge cock it’s pathetic you could never fucking use it.

I bet you wouldn’t even be able to fuck me if you tried.

Instead you’ll have to make do with me filling you up.

You love having your slutty hole stuffed so much don’t you princess? Bet you never want it to end.”

The dirty words were the last straw for Mingi,with a broken moan his body convulsed as he shot ribbons of cum all over his abs.

Still thrusting into him San would collect some of the cum on his fingers, bringing them up to the panting overstimulated boys soft lips and rubbing them making them all messy before demanding him to suck.

He’d swirl his tongue around the digits, lapping his cum up like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The image was so sinful that with a final thrust San would cum deep inside him, slowly thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum back into him before slipping his cock out, the rapper whimpering at the empty feeling.

“S-Sannie.” He’d pant

“Wanna keep your cum inside.”

God this boy was going to be the death of him.

San would reach in the bedroom draw for

Mingi’s blue jewel plug, rubbing it on his rim teasingly before stuffing it in his hole before any more of his cum leaked out.

The boy would sigh contently, holding his arms out gesturing for San to come and lay his head on his pillowy chest to which the blonde happily complied.

Although they were both sticky and sweaty they were content.

“You did so well for me darling.”

San would say, his voice soft as he props himself up to place a gentle kiss to the others lips, the salty taste of cum still present making his head slightly dizzy.

He’d place his head back on Mingis chest snuggling closer to him, wrapped in his embrace.

With heavy eyes and sleep taking over his body the younger would breathe out a slurred

“Thank you Sannie”

Before the two drifted to sleep.

[moonrisecoeur]

no yeah i do agree that its much more in character for di leon to be annoying than it is for re6 leon but i just love re6 leon so much i have to make everything about him</3 also hes so fun(<- entertaining? idk if id call some stuff about him fun) to think about what it'd be like if he did have a partner just because his re6 storyline is very... ada-heavy. which i absolutely adore btw. most romantic shit ever it gets me so bad every single time i play and also just... me too leon i too am obsessed with her 😔

anyways let me get back on topic,, i do think re6 leon is not as annoying but he doesnt let a opportunity slip. he does it in a more private way tho i feel like. like he wouldnt tell a random person about it but if helena (<- will forever be mad we didnt get more of leon and helena. they're best friends to ME alright. he loves her</3) asked about any marks or about why he's walking weird... he's telling her. not in detail or anything (cause i think di leon would go into the weirdest details 😭) but he does say something just cause he's a little shit still</3 i love him so much god i need to squeeze him really hard. like one of those dog toys that squeak

no bc u right like you're so immensely correct and i feel like you deserve to be told as such. di leon i need to hold gently in my arms and brushing his hair out of his eyes and tell him he's everything to me but re6 leon i need to bite viciously. that man will just be covered in teeth marks by the time im done with him. i will bite into him like a dog trying to get the stuffing out of its toy. give him to me nowwww

I GENUINELY DON'T GET HOW PEOPLE CAN DISLIKE ADA OMG she is my babygirl she is my sunshine the light of my life.

leon and helena's relationship is so precious to me especially bc i am literally helena. anyway yeah uhmmm he has the ability to be a little shit but idk i could also see him being kind of shy about it.

[prey-to-go]

oof angst

Peter had been excited about coming to the tower today; he was going to talk to Mr. Stark about his project after all. Plus, the demon had promised a little bit of lab time which he very much was excited about. Today had already been stressful with the attack on the school after all so the relief of being in the tower was enough to make him sigh in content. He waves at the receptionist as he makes his way to the elevator, stepping onto the cool tile. “Hey Mr. Jarvis sir, can you take me up?” He asks rocking on the balls of his feet. 

“I advise against it.” Jarvis says which makes Peter frown. The ai never advised against him seeing tony which was different. “I’ll be fine. If he’s mad because of a meeting I can calm him down.” He shrugs waiting for Jarvis to start moving the elevator. There was a tense silence before the whirling of gears and movement indicated that Jarvis deemed it safe enough for him to continue.  

“Thanks Mr. Jarvis! I’ll be fine, promise.”  

“You won’t be in danger, but I advise being careful.”  

“Creepy Mr.Jarvis, but I will, don’t worry.” Peter says waiting for the doors to open. He stepped off the elevator frowning when he noticed the windows were all on lock down and everything was a mess of large gashes in the walls and couches. “U-um..Mr. Stark?”  

The demon had never been this mad before unless- “oh no.” He whispers to himself, grimacing when a blur moves towards him suddenly.  

A surprised grunt escapes him as he’s smothered into the ground by the demon. “Mr. Stark! Hey I’m fin-HEY!” He squeals trying not to laugh as his mentor's beard tickles him. There was a bunch of rumbling croons and chirps, which stopped when the demon was done snuffling him. Peter realizing what was going to happen next made him wriggle desperately. “No! NO- no come on Mr. Stark don’t” He pleads shoving at the demon’s face.  

He has enough time to squeeze his eyes shut before he felt a rush of warm breath wash over him, content rumbling starting up as the demon’s tongue dragged across his torso. “I am clean- sir! Hey stop!”

He groans eternally when the muscle did another pass over him, squirming even more now. HE had sorta gotten used to this side of Mr. Stark, but it was still not fun. He decided to just give in, letting the demon groom him to whatever was acceptable standards for a demon.  

Cautiously he opens an eye when the assault ended, glaring up at his mentor. “I was clean.” He huffs shoving again at the demon’s face, pleased when he was finally let up. He could see the amusement twinkling in those ruby red eyes, which only made him scowl deeper. The second he was able Peter scrambles to his feet, shuddering at the cool air now coming in full force due to him being damp.  

“I can walk so maybe let’s not do the whole grabbing me by the back of my suit?” He proposes pointing an accusing finger at the demon. Both sets of eyes focused on him almost completing before suddenly Mr. Stark was in his bubble again. “Or ignore me, yeah that works too.” He mumbles giving in and turning his back to the demon.

He totally didn’t squeak when he felt the back of his suit tighten. It always amazed him at how careful Mr. Stark was with him, even like this. He smiles a bit to himself, mentally bracing himself as Mr. Stark turned. Ugh this was disorienting. “I mean you have hands for a reason Mr. Stark but yeah sure this works too.” He sighs as he lightly swings from the demon’s hold, the beard lightly tickling the back of his neck.  

Much to his suspicion the demon took him to the same closest he had been using whenever he was like this. It was one against full of pillows and blankets, and now a few of his stuffed animals that were in his guest room. He lets a huff out when he’s dropped in the center.

Mr. Stark lays next to him seconds later, tucking him more against his side before the wing lazily drapes over him the demon’s knees caging him in against his mentor’s chest.

“You owe me two lab days now.” He says shoving at the knees that caged him in. He knew why this side of his mentor was out. It had to be the attack on his school the demon got like this whenever he was in danger honestly. Jarvis must’ve locked him up, which made sense. The last time Mr. Stark had got like this in public there had been news stories everywhere.  

A acknowledge purr rumbles in the chest behind him, Peter only rolling his eyes. He curls against the warmth a small sigh escaping him. “You know..I’m not like..actually your hatchling, right? I probably just smelled like you that’s why you didn’t kill me that day.”

He knew Tony didn’t exactly remember his little rampages after all. A quizzical chirp is his answer, Peter craning his neck to see the underside of the demon’s face. “This part of you remembers right? You..you totally were going to kill me that day..your teeth were bared and everything...there was blood still dripping from your mouth.” A humorless laugh escapes him, leaning heavily against the safety of his mentor.

“What..what if I didn’t smell like that? Would you have...” He trails off, his body slowly starting to tremble. He knew how close he had been to death; sharp fangs had been inches from his chest after all... The blood of the previous victims had been smeared on his suit and face until he had been groomed. A soothing croon vibrates the chest behind him, the wings draped over them drawing in tighter.  

The weight of Mr. Stark's hand resting over him. The demon rarely used his hands like this, it was always teeth. “I-I was so scared Mr. Stark you didn’t recognize me you just-” Tears well up in his eyes, a choked sob tearing from his throat. A worried and startled chirp came from his mention, everything moving. Until the demon was laying on his stomach, his face a decent few feet away. Ruby eyes focused on him intently, the weight from the demon’s hand coming back only with a gently rubbing from a finger.  

“M’ glad you didn’t I don’t...I don’t think you could’ve lived with the guilt.” He manages to get out. The demon gets in closer, the muscle darting out and wiping away the tears. He scrunched his face up trying to hold his fear in, but a soft chittering had his body shaking his sobs.  

He was being moved again, closer to the demon this time. Soon he was tucked in the crook of his mentor’s neck, a soothing purr rumbling around him. He wasn’t sure how long he sobbed into the demon’s neck, but the whole time the purr kept up, the vibrations running through his body in a comforting manner.  

Now that he was done Peter felt embarrassed, he had cried so heavily. A sniffle escapes him as he rubs his face, leaning into Mr. Stark's touch. “S-sorry..I guess..I guess it was scarier than I thought.”  

Once again, the demon moves him, the familiar beating of a heart filling his ears. He was caged in against by his mentors' knees, the wing adding another layer of warmth. He was safe. This was Mr. Stark, and the demon hadn’t ever hurt him intentionally. He takes a deep breath and grasps onto the fabric of the t-shirt letting a soft hesitant chirp out.  

Another soothing rumble came from in front of him, the demon curling more around him. Safe. He was safe and that’s all he needed to focus on.  

“Thanks Mr. Stark”