#and if you don’t get it you can watch spongebob or something

[spirkbitch]

i’ve been attempting to understand for a while why i hate so much that a video of the january 6th insurrection was used in star trek, and aside from how much it confuses the timeline (eugenics wars in the 90s, nuclear winter in the early 21st century, but somehow all sorted out by 2016 and trump was elected president?), i think i’ve found part of my problem with it.

it just seems like an easy cop out to get ‘progressive points’, a quick way for the writers to show you where they stand, without even an attempt to fit it into the timeline in a way that makes sense.

my main issue is that star trek has, of course, always dealt with complicated issues, but it used to be so much more thought out. there used to be metaphors, allegories, explanations that actually made sense (though sometimes it wasn’t spelled out for you) . The Cloud Minders, Let That Be Your Last Battlefield (tos) and The High Ground (tng) are just a few episodes off the top of my head, that deal with similar, difficult, situations. Even episodes like A Private Little War, which clearly hasn’t aged well, was very obviously an allegory for proxy wars, a very real and pertinent issue at the time it came out.

but the thing is, you have to think between the lines to understand them, none of them are so heavy handed as to just directly show a video of a historical event just to say “hey guys this is bad”, like it was only put there to prove the point that the show runners don’t support that.

one issue this brings up for me is, while trying to find others that agree with me on this i just keep coming across the sentiment “politics shouldn’t be in star trek”. if you’ve managed to miss the politics this whole time then i regret to inform you that your skull may be made of lead.

it’s hard to discuss real opinions on a show when so much of the criticism is flooded with “it’s too woke!! why is there politics in star trek!!!”

star trek has always been an overwhelmingly progressive show, (accounting for the fact that it started in the 60s of course) but unfortunately a lot of people have managed to miss that, a lot of the progressive points have ‘aged out’ of the show, and no longer make the point they used to as clearly as they would have had you watched them when they came out. now it seems that writers are overcompensating to drive home the point that it’s a progressive show.

to people who missed how progressive it already was, this makes it look unnecessarily ‘woke’ and like it came out of nowhere, for the rest of us who were paying attention, it seems very heavy handed and like they’re trying too hard to achieve something that old trek did effortlessly.

[vi-steponmeplease]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ loser!gf ellie

synopsis: just some random headcanons about what it'd be like to date loser ellie who's js so obsessed with you.

notes: never made any headcanon posts before, so don't mind the setup lmao i have no clue what i'm doing

tw: mostly fluff but there are some smutty hcs (oral — e!receiving)

✧₊�� to begin with, ellie defo prefers cozy 'netflix n chill' date nights over dressing up for fancy dinners.

✧₊⁺ cuddling up on the couch with you is something that never fails to make her heart swell, no matter how long you’ve been together.

✧₊⁺ but mostly because it gives her a chance to imagine what domestic life with you might be like—though she’d never admit it, afraid it might seem like she’s moving too fast.

✧₊⁺ she’s a sucker for resting her head on your chest while you thread your fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp as the two of you watch some cringey movie you’ll inevitably fall asleep to halfway through.

✧₊⁺ on the rare nights you don’t doze off, ellie grabs her brown acoustic guitar adorned with spongebob stickers and serenades you with a gentle melody while you rest your head on her shoulder.

✧₊⁺ when you’re out with friends, ellie—being the absolute dork she is—seizes the opportunity to practice tricks on her scratched-up skateboard, determined to one day impress you with her skills (even though she can barely land a kickflip without bruising herself)

✧₊⁺ when she eventually heads home with fresh scratches and deep purple bruises on her arms and knees, she does her best to patch herself up and cover them with makeup, hoping you won’t notice.

✧₊⁺ walking around town with ellie is always chaotic, as she can’t help but scream with excitement at the sight of every cat she sees.

✧₊⁺ bonus points if she’s eating chips—she’ll immediately tear open the bag and try to feed the poor animal junk food, no matter how much you explain it’s unhealthy. she just wants the cat to be happy and fed.

✧₊⁺ speaking of cats, she's defo the type to snap 0.5 pictures from every angle, proudly maintaining an entire folder dedicated to her feline encounters.

✧₊⁺ you got her a dino necklace for her birthday, and she’s never taken it off since.

✧₊⁺ ellie also has a whole mini-figure collection of the reptile and loves sending you pictures of two dinos kissing, always captioning them with: us!!

✧₊⁺ this girl lets nothing—absolutely nothing—distract her from a videogame. but the moment you so much as call her name, she’s running to you like a stray dog that just found its owner.

✧₊⁺ sometimes, you sit on her lap as she plays, watching her screen and asking the silliest questions. she always answers with a smile and a soft kiss on your cheek.

"what about there? would you die if you went inside that room?" you ask, your arms draped around her neck as you tilt your head to get a better view of her game.

she chuckles softly, pressing her lips to your jaw before fiddling with the joysticks. "judging by the fact that it’s pitch dark in there, i’d say… probably, yeah."

✧₊⁺ the room eventually falls silent, her focus fully locked on the game. but when she glances down a few moments later, she finds you fast asleep, your head resting on her shoulder, and she can’t help but smile.

✧₊⁺ you’ve never seen a room as messy yet effortlessly aesthetic as ellie’s. somehow, the clutter only adds to her charm and uniqueness.

✧₊⁺ sometimes, as you sit on her bed scrolling through your phone in comfortable silence, ellie sketches little drawings of you.

✧₊⁺ by now, her sketchbook is filled with portraits of you—you’ve become her muse.

✧₊⁺ she used to get shy about showing you her artwork, hesitating before every reveal. but after seeing your excitement over one piece, she proudly gave you a full tour of her sketchbook, secretly basking in the joy of being the reason behind that pretty smile of yours.

✧₊⁺ one time, ellie asked you to press your lipstick-stained lips onto a piece of paper, saying she wanted to create something abstract.

✧₊⁺ that moment quickly escalated into her kissing you with urgency, her lips trailing heated breaths down your neck and collarbone. before you knew it, you were lying on your back, clothes discarded on the floor, as she devoured you like a prisoner savoring a last meal.

✧₊⁺ ellie had never tasted pussy before, but she didn’t need any frame of reference. she’ll always insist yours is the best she could ever have.

✧₊⁺ she’s a soft dom, big on praise—even when you’re the one between her legs.

ellie’s head falls back against the wall, a low groan slipping from her lips as your tongue flicks against her clit. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, watching her face contort with pleasure.

“fuck, baby. just like that,” she grunts, her hand threading into your hair and tugging gently to bring you closer. “you’re doing so good.”

✧₊⁺ in the end, ellie is just a hopeless loser who’s madly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy.

[fangirlmermaid]

Giving me everything

This is part 2 of a Simple Hack, part three

Pairing: Husband!Luke Hughes x Wife!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Pregnancy, Luke being a softie, lightly proofread, Mo and Luke's beef, Grammar and Punctuation mistakes.

Note: For the part that mentions Luke's silly voice, I'm talking about the one he does when he was mic'd up in the EA 25 Cover video.

Whoever came up with the idea that Luke calls his partner Angel, you are a genius because it fits him so well!!!!

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Luke came home completely exhausted, Practice was brutal. All he wanted was to go home to you, his wife.

He dropped his duffle bag next to the door and placed his shoes on the shoe rack. “I’m home!” Luke announced, hanging up his jacket, no answer. Luke knit his eyebrows together. “Angel?” Luke called out, tossing his keys on the table, still no answer.

Luke wondered if you went out with Mo. He looked through his text from you, and no text indicating that you were going out. 

Luke walked into the living room, about to collapse onto the couch, when he heard a muffled voice in the kitchen. Luke smiled, found you.

Luke entered the kitchen, where he found you leaning over the kitchen island, talking on the phone as you wrote something down in a notebook. Luke kissed the top of your head as he walked past you to the fridge to grab water for the two of you.

Luke opened your water and placed it next to the notebook, You mumbled a small thank you.

“Mo…Mo, I said no…I don’t care, Shay Mitchell did it at hers…we’re keeping it simple.” You huffed, writing a note in your notebook for Luke, who was towering behind you

I’m going to kill her. 

Luke chuckled, sliding his hands under your shirt to rub your six-month bump. Ever since your bump first popped out, Luke hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Luke would have you walking around in a crop top if it were up to him. 

Luke gave the most toothiest grin when he felt his child softly kicking the palm of his hand. He will take every chance he gets to bond with his kid or Starfish, as you refer to them. You came up with the nickname when one night you watched SpongeBob and the baby kept moving whenever Patrick Star was talking, making you believe that your baby thought it was Luke talking in his dumb, silly voice.

Luke noticed you pressing a yawn into the back of your hand. Luke frowned.  Did you nap today? Luke discreetly looked at your eyes, where he found bags.

Without thinking it through, Luke took the phone from you. “Mo, I'm hanging up. My wife, who I love very much, needs to nap. You can call her when she wakes up,” Luke told before hanging up. He knew you and Mo were planning the baby shower, but your needs come first.

You stare at him in shock. Luke felt his face grow hot, but he didn’t regret it. He needed to protect and care for you and his kid…his family. Luke kissed your forehead softly before lacing your fingers together and guiding his wife into their bedroom.

“I can’t believe you did that,” You mumbled as Luke helped you into bed. He placed a mountain of pillows against the headboard for his wife. “You're tired, angel. You’re growing our kid,” Luke stated, pulling the blanket under your bump. “You know she wanted two Power Rangers fighting, and whichever one wins is the gender of Starfish,” You explained as Luke pulled up your shirt before placing a kiss on your bump. It was killing Luke to know the gender of his baby, especially since Mo knew the gender before him. “Oh my god,” Luke laughed as he threw off his shirt and sweatpants.     

Luke helped you lay on your side before pulling your back into his chest. Luke protectively wrapped his arm around your bump. Luke placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder “Go to sleep, Angel” Luke mumbled into your shoulder. 

“I love you, bub”

“I love you, angel”

Luke thumb rubbed circles on the top of your bump

“I love you, too, Starfish.”

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You felt something being lightly pressed against your bump repeatedly, You cracked your eyes open and what you made your heart swell.

Luke was facing your bump and placing delicate kisses on it. You tried your best not to squirm. 

“Hi, Starfish” Luke whisper caressing your bump.

“Just three more months. Your mom and I can’t wait to meet you. But PLEASE don’t come when I’m away, I want to be there”

You mentally raised an eyebrow, you knew Luke will panic when the time comes. 

“Uncle Quinn and Uncle Jack are already fighting over for the spot for favorite uncle. They’re spoiling you already, buying you onesies with their numbers on them”

They sent you photos in your group chat. Quinn bought some Star Wars onesies, too. 

“I still have to convince mom into letting me teach you hockey once you’re old enough”

Seeing all the injuries Luke had over the years made you nervous for your kid.

“You know what she wanted you to do instead…Table Tennis”

You felt Starfish kick softly 

“I know. Just spit in our faces why don’t she”  

You bit back a laugh.

Luke placed another soft kiss on your bump “But I love her. Mom is just looking out for you. Starfish you’ll love her too, she’s the most amazing person in the world. When I first met her I knew I we were meant to be”

You could feel your cheek heat up. You opened your eyes “Hi” you whispered running your fingers through his curly hair.

Luke’s face turned red “You were listening?”Luke whined shoving his face into the sheets. You grinned “I couldn’t help it! You were being so cute!” You fluffled up your mountain of pillows so you can sit up. Luke threw the blanket over his head and your bump “It was a private conversation” Luke’s voice muffled by the thick covers.

Luke pressed his noise against the side of your bump “Can you believe this Starfish?!” Luke gasped, you groaned in pain by Starfish kicking you hard “I know!” Luke yelled, You felt another hard kick “Stop turning Starfish against me” You giggled lifting blanket up.

Luke leaned up capturing you into a kiss “I’m sorry angel. I love you!” Luke smile giving you his puppy eyes. You looked away. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too," you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Luke grabbed your chin and made you look at him “Seriously thank you” Luke smiled dropping his goofy behavior for a serious tone. You knit your eyebrows together “For what?” you wondered, Luke leaned his forehead against yours “For letting me call you my wife. For being my reason to get up. For being my rock. For giving me a family. Thank you for…giving me everything” Luke announced placing a soft kiss on the cheek.

You felt your eyes gloss “I love you so much, bub” You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him close. Luke wrapped his arms around your torso “I love you so much, Angel” Luke smiled.

Luke pulled away, he tucked himself into your side and handed your the remote. When you were trying to pick what to watch he placed his head on your chest, his hand rubbing your bump. You settled on your favorite rom-com and Luke didn’t complain once, (and why would he! You’re carrying his child. His new motto is whatever you want and whatever you don’t want goes).

Buzz Buzz

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Mo

Text me when you wake up. Also tell Luke that he’s a bitch!

Luke rolled his eyes at the text, “I still can’t believe you did that” You giggled. Luke looked up at you “You were tired, Angel. It’s my job to protect and take care of my family. I would do it all over again” Luke explained placing your phone on his nightstand. Luke laid his head back onto your chest, you placed a delicate kiss on his head.

You both cuddled up once again and continued to watch the movie.  

[beardedbernard]

Can you handle it?

Warnings: smut¿ish, use of y/n and ma, soft dom!matt, rough dom!chris, plot

Summary: Nick leaves for the night, leaving you Chris and Matt alone. The boredom became unbearable and Chris had an idea to play “truth or dare or drink”.

“Hey hey hey!” I say walking through the front door of the triplets house. Chris and Nick were sitting on the couch scrolling through instagram. “Y/N, hey!” Nick greeted looking up from his phone to look at you.

“Nick, what time are you heading out tonight? You want me to pregame with you?” I say with a playful smirk on my lips. “Girl” he deadpans at me “ you’re not even going out, what are you drinking for” “I’m just tryna be a good friend! A few shots never hurt a night in” he laughs at me standing up from the couch to meet me in the kitchen.

“Chris? You want a shot?” I look at him waiting for a response. “Why not” getting up from his spot. “MAAATTTT” I look at Chris with wide eyes “kid what’re you yelling like that for” Matt says entering the room.

I always found Matt attractive, his pretty ass eyes, the eye contact he always held when making conversation, and he was always so kind. I wouldn’t necessarily say I had feelings for him but i definitely have had thoughts about him I shouldn’t about a friend.

Chris and Nick were inevitably attractive as well. Chris was always touchy, Nick was basically my favorite person. And we all got along great. And maybe - just maybe - it wasn’t the best idea to drink around the guy I’ve gotten myself off to, knowing I get a little.. touchy and horny when I drink.

“We’re all taking a shot, no backing out” Chris says handing Matt the shot glass wiggling his eyebrows. Matt groans but takes the glass and throws it back without another word.

“Woo! Alright guys, my Ubers outside! I’m staying the night with Madison so don’t wait up for me!” Nick shouts from the stairs grabbing his bag and heading out the door.

Grabbing a Pepsi, Chris makes his way back to the couch. Matt follows suit, grabbing the remote as he sits down “yall wanna watch a movie or something?”

I make my way to the living room sitting on the opposite side of the couch kicking my feet up “yea why not? We have nothing better to do” I say watching as Matt flicks through the options on Prime. “Scary? Comedy?” Chris says taking a sip of his Pepsi and looking between Matt and I.

“I don’t mind either way, just make it a good one” I say meeting Chris’ eyes. “Alright, let’s watch this” Matt says clicking on “Friday the 13th”

Chris gets up turning the lights off and asks if we want blankets, nodding at him he tosses me one, settling a little closer this time. It wasn’t weird for Chris to wanna cuddle up during a movie so I don’t think before planting my legs over his lower half.

He doesn’t spare me a glance and gets comfortable setting his hands over my legs , tracing small circles every now and then throughout the movie.

“Oh my fuck!” Matt yells from his side of the couch, hiding his eyes from the movie with his blanket. Making me jolt in my spot, causing Chris’ grip on my legs to tighten.

“Scoot over, I’m not sitting alone anymore” Matt says lifting my head, sitting down and placing my head back on his lap. Giggling in response, I settle back down.

Another jumpscare comes, causing all three of us to jump and scream. “Alright turn this shit off” Chris says tapping my legs for me to lift so he can get up. He grabbed the remote turning the movie off and putting SpongeBob on to lighten the mood.

We were all still in our spots from the movie. Chris and Matt ended up on their phones scrolling aimlessly on tik tok. Til Chris spoke with a better idea.

“I’m bored as fuck, let’s do something.” My eyes still locked on the episode, I responded. “Like?” He glances between me and Matt with a smirk tugging at his lips before getting up. I look up at Matt and we both share a confused look that screamed “should we be scared”.

Chris comes back with the bottle of Tito’s from earlier when all of us took a “just because shot”. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare. But if you don’t wanna do the truth or dare you take a shot”

I sit up from my spot clapping my hands excitedly. “I’m definitely in” I say with a grin. Chris and I look at Matt waiting on his response. Kid looked scared for his life glancing between Chris and I.

Groaning he finally agrees. “Ugh! Fuck it” Chris and I share a devious high five and settling on the floor in preparation for this game.

This wasn’t going to end well - actually…

“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Chris looks at me with a stupid grin. “Truth” I say. “Alright pussy, how many body’s do you have” I laugh at his playful insult and responded “I have one body, but it’s a female.”

I wasn’t exactly embarrassed by my answer, I was in a relationship with her for almost six years, but the triplets knew that the relationship was on and off, and also toxic as hell.

“You’ve never fucked a guy?” Matt asks from his spot on the floor with wide eyes. I look at him with a slight shocked expression. Not because of his question, but because HE asked it. “Damn don’t sound too surprised, I just never found any guys attractive in the sense of wanting to get in their pants” I say shrugging.

“No guy at all?” He asks with a teasing tone. I look at him and my cheeks flush slightly. “Anyways” turning my attention away from him “Matt, truth or dare” Chris takes over, “dare” Matt responds.

“I dare you to take three shots” Matt deadpanned at Chris’ grin “give me the bottle, idiot” Matt took his three shots, cringing at the burning sensation. Coughing Matt spoke “Chris truth or dare” “dare” Chris’ smirk returning. “I dare you to try turning y/n on, but you can’t kiss her or touch her.. you know” I choke on my spit from my shocked inhale.

Chris turned his gaze to me, “you cool with that?” He asked not breaking eye contact with me. “Yea” I breathe out. He comes up to sit in front of me. Grabbing me by the back of my neck, I place my hand on his chest out of surprise. our breath mixing, eyes locked on each other. He spoke.

“Knowing you’ve never fucked a guy makes my dick hard” his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips “I bet your pussy’s tight, huh? It’d squeeze me nice and tight?” My lips part and my breath hitches. Matt watches this all happen. From the corner of my eye I can see his unreadable expression. Anger? Jealousy? No. There’s no way. we’re all just fucking around, Matt didn’t feel that way about me. Did he?

Chris let’s go of my neck and leans back with a cocky smirk. “You good?” I swallow thickly, feeling my panties soak from the previous events. “Yea.. yea im good” I say almost breathlessly. Matt’s eyes never left me. “Alright ma, truth or dare?” Chris asks me. I don’t think I could handle the dare he’d possibly give me right now. “Truth” I say avoiding either of their gazes. “Are you wet?” Smirking at me, I grab the bottle and take a shot not wanting to answer.

Chris and Matt silently communicate with their eyes, Chris chuckled and spoke again, “alright Matt, truth or dare” I look up at Matt to find him alright looking at me “dare” something in his tone made me clench around nothing. “I dare you to check if she’s wet” groaning I throw my head back covering my face.

They share another glance to each other and Matt makes his way in front of me, grabbing my hands from my face and glides his other hand down to the waistband of my sleep shorts, fingers slightly underneath. silently asking for permission.

Meeting his gaze I nod stiffly once. And his hand descends into my shorts and panties. His middle finger glides in between my folds, groaning at how soaked I was. I gasp at the feeling. Our eyes never leaving each others.

I hear Chris shuffling in his spot from behind Matt. I shift my glaze to him, licking his bottom lip “so? Is she wet?” And Matt chuckled removing his hand from my pants and sucking his finger to clean my arousal off. Eyes never leaving mine. Then he spoke barely above a whisper.

“ fuckin’ drenched”

Divider credit : @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: should I continue?👀

[invincibledc]

“Brother Figure?”

Platonic! Connor Kent x GN!reader

Summary: the team starts to see how Conner acts around one of the youngest members. When people try to ask the young member why the super like them. There wasn’t an answer until now.

Note||Y/N is the same age as Robin, 13.

Genre: fluff

“Hey Y/N?” Wally says, walking up to the small teen who is trying to watch tv. “What Wally, better make it quick. SpongeBob just defeated Patrick.” The teen says looking at the tv with a full focus.

“Right..listen pip squeak, I just wanna ask something.” Now the teen’s attention was on the red head speedster. “Spit it.”

“Why does Connor like you? Not like in a mean way. It’s just it seems like he likes you out of most of us, but I never seen you two even interact fully?” Wally questions as he sits on the couch by the confused child.

“He likes me?” Wally dropped his jaw. “You haven’t noticed?! He literally makes sure you get feed first, shower first, sleep first. He’s like..your brother!”

-FLASHBACK-

Y/N was having trouble reaching something, trying to jump for it. They sighed and go to get on the counter to grab the object. Connor enters the kitchen, seeing the small teen. He instantly knew what was happening as he lifts the teen by their waist.

“Thanks man.” Connor huffs in a “no problem” tone. Y/N smiled and walked off holding the marshmallow cereal.

-ANOTHER FLASH BACK-

Y/N was tired after fighting some villain. Yawning left and right, they denied others asking if they were tired. But Connor saw right through the small teen.

The teen had low eyes and slight red eyes of drowsiness. Connor immediately glared at Y/N who sensed the intense gaze. Turning around, they froze seeing the super clone staring as if Y/N had said the wrong word around him.

But Connor only lifted Y/N like a baby. “You’re tired. You’re going to sleep until your eyes and body are well rested.” Y/N pouted as they tried to protest. But the other teammates didn’t dare to say or do anything. As the two teens looked like siblings.

“Oooh… Guess he is kinda like my brother figure..” Wally facepalms at the realization the small teen came upon on. “Yeah…so how did you do it?” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m cooler than you?” Y/N smirked at the offended face of Wally.

“Very funny twerp.” Wally then puts Y/N into a headlock, making Y/N yell out in shock. Connor magically appears with a protective gaze. “Let them go.” He says sternly.

Wally felt his heart drop as he immediately let the small teen go. Connor looks at Y/N softly. “Are you okay?” Y/N nodded. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks brother.” Connor smiled warmly before leaving the room. “Ha! My brother figure is a super who can beat your butt!” Y/N then leaves the living room to a slight annoyed speedster.

[rinhaler]

Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/

I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !

words: 1.5k

“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.

“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”

Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.

“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”

“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”

“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.

Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.

And still, you feel sorry for him.

He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.

“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.

“… I can do it for you.”

Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.

But maybe you’re just high.

“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”

He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.

You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.

You hate yourself.

You want to kiss him.

He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.

And you let him.

Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.

“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.

You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.

You do want this.

Your pitiful display can attest to that.

His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.

He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.

But you don’t.

Not a single word.

His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.

And it shocks you.

His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.

“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.

You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.

“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”

He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.

“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.

You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.

This is always what he wants.

He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”

“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—

He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.

He should be a porn star.

He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.

The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.

He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.

Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.

© 2024 rinhaler

[seullovesme]

cockwarming w/ kim minjeong

pairing ⥬ stuco pres!minjeong x reader

genre ⥬ smut

summary ⥬ you'd do anything to get the student council's president to help your club out.

warnings ⥬ g!p idol, virgin idol, winter is a loser, penetration, cockwarming, mdni

WC ⥬ 1.1k

“so what do you say, pres? you think you could do that for me?” minjeong’s heart wavered at the way you were talking to her, like she was your obedient little girl. you placed your hands on her desk and her eyes darted to then before returning to your eyes, a little intimidated by the aura you gave off.

you leaned in closer, inching towards the girl’s face. minjeong’s eyes widened and she leaned away, supporting herself by putting them behind her on the edge of her seat. once you were centimeters away from the girl, you stopped and stood up straight again.

it was like minjeong’s heart was racing at a mile a minute and was about to pop out of her chest as you turned away. she finally let the breath out that she was holding in, her face of disbelief showing now that you weren’t looking. fuck her soft spots for girls like you… “uh, i—”

“this is a great offer! my club’s performance will be absolutely life changing for the school with the help the council gives us.” you bite your lip and cross your arms, trying to come up with something to convince the student council president to just give in.

“that’s–that’s not even an offer…” minjeong whispers, but you hear her words anyway.

you spin around and minjeong locks eyes with you, startled by your sudden movements. you look the president up and down. you can’t lie, kim minjeong was a piece of work. her slim figure and defined features made her stick out like a sore thumb whenever she was with her friends, so you’d be a liar if you said she never piqued your interest.

“ah. so, you want me to offer something in return…” you walk up to her and begin playing with the tie of her school uniform. “how about in return for helping my club, you can have me?”

you reach for the buttons to your white uniform shirt and begin undoing them one by one, watching as minjeong stared intensely at your fingers as they moved.

like she was snapped out of a spell, the girl shook her head as if to warn off the thoughts that were starting to pop up in her mind. she turned away and covered her view of you with her hand. “nononono, no, don’t say that! you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to offer yourself! or… whatever.. i was only stating you weren't making an offer, so you can stop.” she spoke the words at the speed of life as she felt her heart begin to jump up and down in her chest again.

you chuckled at how innocent the girl was and put down her hand, grabbing her jaw gently and turning her to face your way. “don’t be scared, jeongie. i won’t bite… unless that’s what a good girls like you are into.” you continued undressing in the empty classroom in front of the council president.

minjeong was frozen once again. jeongie? that nickname alone could’ve killed her, but the way you said it in such a seductive tone short circuited her brain. and her being into biting? how would she know what she was into? she’s barely gotten close enough to kiss someone with all her responsibilities being her number one priority.

by the time her brain was done going into panic mode and jumping to thoughts about random things, your whole shirt was already gone, leaving you with only a pink lacey bra and your uniform skirt. minjeong’s mouth just opened and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water. she also felt like she was suffocating like a fish out of water the way the heat of the room intensified by 100. seriously, what was happening? and what was her luck?

“take your pants off, jeongie.” you instructed. the girl immediately responded by getting up and undoing her pants, strongly compelled to follow your order for some odd reason. she shimmied her slacks off and sat back down. you peered down and admired her package, a tent forming in her cute spongebob boxers. minjeong heard you snicker and saw you staring, so she put her hands over her boner, feeling shy.

it was cute how she was trying to hide out of embarrassment, but the last thing she should be embarrassed. “you’re still a virgin, right?” you asked to which she hesitantly nodded. “you’re okay with me taking your virginity?”

her face flushed at your straightforwardness before nodding again. you hummed, “can you say it out loud?” she looked up at you and tilted her head like a puppy.

“i want you to use your words and verbally tell me that you’re okay with this.” mustering up the courage to, she affirmed that she in fact did want this.

“i’m very okay with this, so please… please take care of me.” without taking one second, you lunged toward her and pulled her boxers down to her knees. her dick sprung up and hit her lower abdomen, her tip a pretty shade of pink.

as much as you wanted to take things slow for the girl’s first time, you had to finish this meeting to tell your club you got permission, that way you could help with preparing for the stage.

on that note, without engaging in any foreplay, you straddled minjeong in the chair, sliding your panties to the side with one hand as the other tightly held on her shoulder.

“just trust me okay? tell me if it’s too much.” minjeong grabbed your hips and nodded eagerly, her eyes fixated on what was underneath your skirt. it was adorable to see the girl so innocently let you do whatever you wanted to her.

you lined up her tip to your entrance and lowered yourself at a slow pace, pressing your lips together as she filled you up so nicely. “shit…” minjeong whispered under her breath as she threw her head back.

“i didn’t know you knew how to curse, ms. president.” you tease as your hips met her’s.

the girl grit her teeth, desperate to feel more pleasure like an addict. “how about you shut up and ride?” you were shocked by how aggressive her words were, but for some reason you just followed her orders obediently. but not without asking a question first.

“so you’ll help my club now, right?” you say, trying your best to not whimper as you fight the urge to begin moving. minjeong loved how warm it felt to be inside of you, the feeling being something she had never felt before. she could hold you here forever, even if it meant having you warm her cock as she did her homework and went over papers.

minjeong was getting distracted and she hummed, recalling your question. “oh, you already had the green light from the beginning. i was supposed to tell you that your other club leader let me know in advance, and i had sent some members of the committee to go help out earlier today.” she finished, and your eyes grew twice in size, your face flushed.

“WHAT?!”

[avroravia]

the best way i can explain how i write dallas winston is by pretending he’s squidward.

i don’t find the movie or book too helpful because it shows a time where he’s high stress and depressed, which can be helpful for some fics but not for what i’m usually writing. so idk why i started doing this, but my characterization comes a lot from squidward

squidward is kind of a dick in the show (dallas is 10x worse imo), but both of them have shown that they’re capable of love and being nice (ex/ the time where spongebob ate the bomb, when dally gave ponyboy and johnny all the stuff to hide when he coulda just told them fuck off)

i also find that squidwards usual mood of being bored and lowk annoyed is kind of exactly how i picture dallas on the regular, but how squidward’s more nice when he’s doing stuff he likes. (also how egotistical squidward is kinda reminds me of dallas) and the same way those two are easily irritable and explode at the person pissing them off, though dally gets more physical.

i also think their senses of humor align too, dry and leaning suicidal, and when nobody laughs at squidwards jokes, he auto assumes that person isn’t funny or has heard the joke before (the episode where him and spongebob think mr krabs is a cyborg) which seems like dallas would do too

plus their relationships with the other characters in the show kind of matches. with the way squidward acts so annoyed with spongebob and patrick, but if you remember that episode where squidward moved to that neighborhood where everyone was exactly like him squiddy ended up missing spongebob and patrick.

dallas would do some shit like that, where he’d think ponyboy (or in this case reader) was being too soft or something, and he’d go isolate with people only like him, and then he’d end up missing and craving that softness.

in conclusion, if your having trouble writing for dallas in a regular fic that has nothing to do with the canon, go watch spongebob!!!

[misotsukiiyeooo]

can you write something with dad! Vernon?? idk but I'd really love to see it

"Baby?"

Pairing: Dad!Chwe Vernon x Mom! F! Reader

A/N: Heyyy! So I did take into consideration that he is an older brother however, I wanted him to be a bit naive when it comes to younger kids. (he'd still be a great dad!)

Genre: Fluff (Hint of crack)

Word count: 4.1k

Synopsis: Vernon says many things, but one word recently caught your son's attention.

You come home from a quick trip to the store and notice Vernon sitting on the couch with your son, watching a cartoon.

When they hear the door close, they both turn to face you in unison. "You came back fast," Vernon remarks as he gets up to help you with the bags.

"Was I not supposed to? You boys looked like you were enjoying your alone time, huh?" You cross your arms, teasing him as he puts the groceries away.

Unable to hide his smile, he turns away. "Well, we did have to pause a very important show…" His sarcasm is relentless.

"Really? Is Spongebob that important?" you reply, amused. "Y/N, it's Spongebob." Vernon looks at you as if it’s the most evident thing ever.

“Yeah, baby, it’s Spongebob!” your son exclaims excitedly, a grin lighting up his face. His new vocabulary word catches you off guard, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Baby?” you echo, trying to understand where he picked it up.

He nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I hear Daddy call people that on the phone all the time! Isn’t it funny?” He bursts into giggles, clearly amused by his use of the word.

Shifting your gaze to Vernon, You put your hand firmly on your hip, ready to confront him. He tries to focus on unpacking the groceries but can’t meet your eyes. “Oh, he does?” you say in an amused tone, watching Vernon gulp nervously.

“Yes, I hear him call you that too, but I don’t understand because you’re not even a baby! Daddy’s silly,” your son continues, still giggling. His laughter rings out as he looks from you to Vernon, clearly enjoying the playful moment—at least for him.

"We'll talk later," you say, glancing at Vernon. Then, you walk over to your son, who sits quietly, and take a seat beside him on the plush couch. "Listen," you begin, choosing your words carefully, "I know there might be times when you hear Daddy calling me—or whoever that word—but I need you to understand that you can't call me that, okay?" Your voice is soft and gentle, hoping to ease the confusion you're seeing in his little frown.

“Why not?” he asks, his big eyes searching yours for an explanation.

You take a deep breath, wanting to convey the importance of what you're about to say. “Because I'm your 'Mommy,' not your 'baby.'"

His face shifts into a thoughtful expression, and after a moment, he replies, "Okay… I won't call you that anymore." A smile breaks across your face, and you reach over to ruffle his hair affectionately.

You let him continue watching his show before turning back to Vernon. "Listen, babe. The only time I ever said the word 'baby' on the phone with anyone but you was when I was talking to an actual tiny human. Other than that, I only call you that."

You watch him patiently as he explains, "It's okay, Vernon. I understand; it just caught me off guard for a moment. But then I thought about it, and I knew you wouldn't do something like that." You give him a reassuring smile, your heart feeling warm.

"But you have to watch what you say now that our little munchkin is picking up on everything," you tease, glancing at your son who is giggling happily.

"Yeah, you’re right about that," Vernon chuckles, pulling you close and wrapping his arm around you as he enjoys the sight of your son’s cheerful smile.

Your son turns to face both of you, curiosity getting the best of him. "But…" He thinks for a moment, then asks innocently, "Why does Daddy call you that, Mommy?"

"Well… I'm not sure how to explain it, but—" Vernon cuts you off. "I call her that because she is my baby, the same way you're our baby." You cringe slightly at his wording.

Your son bursts into laughter. "What? Mommy's your baby? Daddy, I don’t think you understand how the family tree works… I learned about it in school yesterday. Want me to show you the paper?" Vernon is left speechless by your son's naive and unintentional fact-check.

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter, failing miserably. "You know what? Maybe I should review that paper with you…" Vernon takes your son's hand, and they both walk to get the paper. You can't help but laugh at his flushed face.

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[mushyblushyredhead]

Go to Sleep! — Sonic Movieverse

Summary: It’s movie night for the Wachowskis. But after Sonic helps himself to some sweets before bed which results in a sugar rush, it’s nearly impossible to get him to sleep. Fortunately, Tom and Maddie know exactly how to tire out a sugar rushed hedgehog.

Lee!Sonic 🦔💙

Lers!Tom & Maddie 🍩🥨

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: My first Sonic fic that I wrote four days ago while being bedridden from being sick 🤒 Takes place after the first movie. Also, I just wanted to quickly write some Sonic fluff to take my mind off things this month and cuz my Shadow plushie was delivered today. ^^ enjoy!

Tooth-rotting family fluff ahead! May be too sweet for reader consumption!

It was movie night in the Wachowski household, something Sonic had been looking forward to all week. Just him, Tom, Maddie, and Ozzy for the whole evening binging movies and feasting on junk food. And tonight, it was Sonic’s turn to pick the movie.

The little blue hedgehog quickly skimmed through the channels before sorting through the movies catergory of their streaming service, trying to decide what movie they should watch. But there were so many options. How was he supposed to pick just one?

Tom and Maddie had already settled down on the couch, popcorn bowl wedged between them. Even their golden retriever, Ozzy, had taken a seat on the couch.

“Sonic, c’mon,” he heard Tom say. “Just pick a movie already. The longer you decide, the less time we’ll have for our movie night.”

“I’m trying!” retorted Sonic. “There’s just so many good options, it’s hard to pick one!”

Tom rolled his eyes fondly, muttering “oh, this kid” under his breath. Maddie overheard, and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Ooh! I think I finally got it!” Sonic exclaimed as the loading icon appeared on the TV screen. He zipped back to the couch, squeezing in between the couple and making himself comfy.

“So what movie did you pick?” asked Tom.

Sonic beamed. “The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie!”

Tom and Maddie exchanged glances before simultaneously uttering, “Ohhh no.”

When the scene came where SpongeBob and Patrick were scarfing down triple goober berry sundaes, Sonic’s eyes widened at the sight of the cartoon depicted ice cream sundaes. “Whoaaaa! I wanna make that! Can we make that after the movie? Can we? Can we?!”

“Slow down, buddy,” Tom chuckled. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat a heaping ton of ice cream right before bed. You’ll be bouncing off the walls for hours.”

“Wait, can that really happen?” Sonic asked, immediately convinced. “Now I really wanna try it!”

Maddie quickly intervened. “Uh, Tom’s right, sweetie. We don’t want you to have a sugar rush keeping you up all night. We’ll have ice cream earlier tomorrow.”

“Awww…” Sonic’s ears dropped. Maddie ruffled his head apologetically to get him to smile again.

As their attention pivoted back to the movie, Sonic got a brilliant idea. An hour later after the movie concluded—and Sonic quit scream-singing the lyrics to “Goofy Goober Rock”—it was time to put his idea into action.

“All right, everybody, time for bed.” Maddie ushered them all off the couch before calling Ozzy to take him outside. Tom picked up the empty popcorn bowl and switched the TV off. He caught a certain little blue hedgehog trying to quietly slip into the kitchen.

“Sonic.” Said hedgehog froze in his tracks. “You heard Maddie. Upstairs to bed.”

Sonic shyly twiddled his fingers. “I-I know, I just…wanted to get a quick glass of milk before I go. Y’know, wash out all that popcorn I ate.”

“Well…okay. But make it quick.”

“Okay!” The little hedgehog internally squealed at how excellent his plan worked. “Perfect,” he whispered to himself. “Now to finally make that triple goober berry sundae. Let’s see…what do I need? Ooh, I know!”

Sonic managed to snag everything he needed to make the sundae in under two seconds. He silently thanked Tom and Maddie for having all the ingredients in the kitchen. Then, he quickly constructed his sundae based on memory in another second. When that was done, he stepped back and looked at the finished product. “Whoo! Not bad for a first timer!”

He had successfully made a screen accurate triple goober berry sunrise: three large scoops of vanilla ice cream dripping with chocolate syrup, an M&M smile, and banana limbs with cherries on the ends.

Sonic felt like he could tear up at the sight. But no, no time for that. He had to eat this fast. While also trying to savor every bite at the same time.

As soon as Maddie came back inside with Ozzy, she asked, “Did Sonic head off to bed already?”

“Not yet,” Tom answered, now changed into his pajamas. He gestured to the kitchen. “Said he wanted to get some milk before he went to bed.”

The sound of a spoon cluttering and scraping got their attention.

“That…doesn’t sound like he’s just getting milk,” Maddie said uneasily. Tom slowly shook his head, parental instincts kicking in. The couple slowly peered inside the kitchen, and their jaws dropped at the sight: Sonic sitting on the counter, his face coated with ice cream and chocolate syrup, as he attempted to lick the bottom of his bowl clean.

“Sonic?!” exclaimed the couple simultaneously.

Said hedgehog jerked his head up at the sound of his name, smiling sheepishly as he was caught. “O-Oh…heyyy guuuuys…”

“Sonic…” Tom began slowly. “What are you eating?”

“Uhhh…triple goober berry sunrise?” Sonic shrunk under the parental glares. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! It just looked soooo good in the movie, I thought…maybe I could make one before bed?”

“After we explicitly told you no?” Maddie asked in her stern mom voice.

Sonic lowered his ears before flashing an apologetic smile. “I promise to clean up?” He zipped around the kitchen in a streak of blue light as he tidied up. “There, see? Like it never happened!”

Maddie tapped the corner of her mouth. “Except you missed a spot here.”

“Oh!” Sonic licked his lips. “Got it!” He suddenly squeaked in surprise as he was lifted off the ground.

“All right, you’re going straight to bed,” he heard Tom say. Sonic whined and tried to squirm out of the awkward hug lift. “Don’t give me that. We warned you about having ice cream before bed even though we promised you we’d have some tomorrow.”

“But I couldn’t wait! And anyway, what’s the big hap? I cleaned up, didn’t I?”

“That’s not the point. And tomorrow, we’re going to have a talk about this.”

“Awww you’re no fun, Donut Lord!” Sonic whined. He managed to squirm free and raced up the ladder stairs to his attic bedroom.

“Aw geez…” Tom sighed as he facepalmed.

“At this rate, he’s not going to get any sleep,” said Maddie.

“Unless we duct tape him down to his bed.”

“Tom!”

“I’m kidding! But that’s still an option we can use as a last resort.”

“How about this,” Maddie suggested. “Instead of…that, we’ll gently tire him out; give him soothing pets and rubs, tuck him in snugly, read him a story. That should put him to sleep quickly.”

“Hm. Okay, that works.”

It did not work. Sonic was far too hyper to settle down no matter what they tried. Not even soft scratches to his ears or under his chin pacified his sugar rush. And that always was a good remedy whenever the blue hedgehog was restless.

Tom and Maddie sat helplessly on the edge of Sonic’s race car bed, while he continued to do laps around his room and babbling gibberish. He was bouncing off the walls. Literally; curled up as a blue hedgy ball and bouncing from wall to wall, as if he were a ping pong ball.

Tom turned his attention to his wife. “Well, if we’re both in agreement with restraining the hyper hedgehog to his bed, I’ll go get the duct tape from the garage.”

“We are not duct taping him to his bed.”

“What about those calming gummies you give to Ozzy during the Fourth of July? That should do it, right?”

“Tom! I’m not giving canine calming gummies to a hedgehog!”

“NyQuil? If it’s safe for human consumption, it should be safe for him.”

“Tom, no!”

With no other options, Maddie suddenly perked up with an idea. “Hang on. I think I’ve got something. Something my sister and I used to do with Jojo when she was younger, and in a similar predicament.”

Her husband looked relieved. “Really? What is it?” She motioned for him to come closer to whisper so Sonic wouldn’t overhear. His lips slowly curled into a big grin.

As the hyper hedgehog continued to zoom across the walls, he was oblivious to the fact that his parental figures were plotting something against him. It wasn’t until he heard them call out his name that he skidded to a stop, while still bouncing in place.

“All right, Blue Devil, can you settle down now?” asked Tom.

“I can’t! I’m too hyper!” Sonic declared, still bouncing on his toes.

“Well, will you at least lay down in bed?” Maddie coaxed, patting the bed.

Sonic thought about it for a second, before getting a running start and leaping onto his bed. He landed face first with an “oomph!” before bursting out into giggles.

It was hard for the couple to stay mad at him because sometimes Sonic would be too cute for his own good. His sweet giggles and smile almost made them forget why they were displeased in the first place.

“Alright, we’re not going to tell you again, Sonic,” Maddie tried to sound stern, but the grin on her lips proved otherwise. “You better go to sleep right this instant.”

“I can’t! I’m too hyper!” Sonic repeated through breathy giggles. He giddily kicked his legs, already making a mess of bedsheets and blankets.

“Last chance, turbo toes,” Tom playfully warned. “Go to sleep now or else you’re gonna get it.”

Something in Tom’s voice sparked a fluttery feeling in Sonic’s tummy. Anticipation; and anticipating some sort of playful consequence if he didn’t abide. But there was also a streak of provocative cheekiness. He dared to defy.

“Heh, make me, Donut Lord!” Sonic challenged, sticking his tongue out.

Tom and Maddie exchanged devious grins. Oh, this kid was so asking for it!

Sonic emitted a surprised squeak as his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pinned above his head. The culprit? Tom and Maddie each took a wrist as they sat on either side of him. “Aaah! Hey, what gives? Aw, you two are no fun!”

Tom smirked like a villain. “We warned you, Sonic.” Then he glanced at his wife. “So, Maddie, looks like we’ve got a sugar-rushed hedgehog. As Green Hill’s most elite and respected veterinarian, what do you propose we do?”

Maddie hummed, pretending to think. “Well, normally it wears off on its own. But it looks like we have a severe case here. And there’s only one way to cure a severe sugar rush…”

Sonic didn’t like the way they were speaking to each other. Something in their voices seemed suspicious, like they knew something he didn’t. What were they planning on doing? And why did their cryptic conversation make even more anticipatory butterflies fill his belly? What witchcraft were they doing to him?

His questions were answered when he heard the couple say, “A visit from the Tickle Monster!”

Sonic suddenly burst out into squeaky giggles as two hands gently fluttered against his ears and neck. His ears twitched with every soft tweak, and he attempted to scrunch his shoulders. “Guhuhuys, nohohoho! This ihihis so nohot fahahahair!”

“Again, we warned you,” Tom smirked. He moved his hand down to tase Sonic’s side, resulting in a high-pitched squeak.

“OkAHAhay! Okahahay! I’ve learned my lesson!” the giggly hedgehog squeaked out. Tom and Maddie paused for a moment.

“Hm, should we believe him?” asked Maddie.

“Mmm…nah.”

“What?!” Sonic exclaimed. “But—But, I mean it! I learned my lesson! I-I’ll never ever eat ice cream before bed again! Swear!”

“Hmm, then why don’t we believe you?” Maddie playfully asked, hovering her wiggling fingers near the hedgehog’s side.

Sonic gasped and tried arching away from her hand as far as he could. “B-Because…Because you guys are jerks, that’s why!”

Maddie pretended to be offended. “Excuuuse me?! Calling us jerks now, huh?”

Normally, Sonic would be terrified of Maddie’s reaction to his choice of words. But he was feeling too playful and cheeky at the moment. And he knew nothing serious was going to happen to him. He just enjoyed seeing the look of their faces as he got quippy with them.

“Y-Yeah! You’re not only jerks, but you’re also fun sponges!” Sonic dared to say. “You suck the fun out of everything!” Then, just to be even cheekier, he dared to stick his tongue out at them again. “Mmmh!”

“Ohh that does it! Tom, hand him over.” Maddie cradled the little blue hedgehog in her lap, who was now giggling and eyeing her with wide anticipating eyes. Awwh, he must really want this.

She wasted no time and rapidly wiggled her fingers against his sides. Immediately, Sonic arched his back with a squeal before erupting into more high-pitched giggles.

“EEEEEAAAHeeheeheehee!! Mahahahaddie! Mahahaddie, nohohohoho!”

“Who is this…Maddie you speak of? I’m the Tickle Monster! And you’re mine, you sassy little hedgehog!” She empathized by tasing Sonic’s sides, making him arch with another squeal.

“AAAAAHH! Whahahahat?! No you’re nohohohot!”

“Oh yes I am! And you’re not going anywhere!” She gently pulled him back into her lap as she noticed Sonic was trying to roll out of her lap.

He yelped and made a dramatic show of reaching out for Tom. “Donut Lord! H-Hehehelp! Sahahave meheeheehee!”

“Oh, I’ll save you, all right. Hand him over, Maddie.” Sonic was passed over, and thought he was safe. But that split second of relief was only short lived as Tom suddenly dug rapid fingers against his ribs and under his arm at the same time.

“AAAAAEEEEHEEHEAAAA!! NAAAHAHAhahaha!! Nohohohot cool, Donut Lohohohord!”

“Who are you calling Donut Lord?”

“AAAHAhahahaha! Y-Youhoohoohoo, Tohohom!”

“I’m not Tom, I’m also the Tickle Monster!”

“HaHAAAhaha! Nohohohoho! NAHAhahat you too!” Sonic giggled madly, rapidly shaking his head. “And quiHIHit sahahaying that! I’m too old for thahahahat!”

“Too old for the Tickle Monster? I beg to differ!” Tom switched tactics; yanking one arm up and scribbling his free hand into the exposed little underarm.

Sonic emitted a girly squeal, and shrieked with laughter. “EEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEAAAAAAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHO! I-I AHAHAHAHAM!! I’M TOO OHOHOLD FOR THE T—HAHAHA! THE TI—MMPHHEEEEHEEHEEHEE!!” Sonic was too flustered to even say the words. And unfortunately for him, that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Aww having a little trouble saying the words ‘Tickle Monster’, sweetie?” Maddie couldn’t help but coo.

“N-NOHOHOHO!” Sonic squeakily protested. No way in Green Hills he was going to admit that he couldn’t say the t-word. Or that just hearing the word flustered him to no end.

“Is it because you can’t actually say the word ‘tickle?’”

Uh-oh. Now they were on to him.

Sonic blushed, panting as Tom halted his attack. “N…No..? Of course I can say it! I have absolutely no problem saying—that word.”

“Ohhh, so sassy, hyper from a sugar rush, and can’t say the word ‘tickle?’” Tom pointed out. “Good to know!”

Sonic rolled his eyes and giggled. “You’re soho meheeheehean, you fun sponge!”

“Oho, still gonna call me names?”

“That’s right!” The blue hedgehog sat up, quickly recovering from the tickly onslaught mere moments ago. “You guys are not only mean, but you’re fun sponges, wazbags, and also hobknockers!” He crossed his arms with a huff before bursting out into giggles as he saw the couple’s mouths agape. “Oh my—hahaha! You…You should see your faces right now! Ahahaha!”

The couple exchanged glances again before Maddie nodded at her husband, silently giving him the green light. Tom gave a single nod back. Time to bring out the big guns.

He made a grab for the little hedgehog, securely cradling him. “All right, you little sass master. Since you clearly still have a lot of energy left to keep sassing Maddie and I, that means you can still take a lot more tickles. Lucky for you, I know just how to teach sassy little hedgehogs like you a lesson for being so snarky. Time to bring out the old Wachowski family special!”

Sonic tilted his head like a confused puppy. What the heck was that supposed to mean? He let out a soft squeak as he was lifted up closer to Tom’s face. “What are you up to, Donut L—AAAEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEEK!!” He didn’t have time to finish his question as Tom leaned down to press his face against Sonic’s belly, and playfully nip the soft surface. “NAAAAAHAHAHA!! NAAHEEEEHEEHAHAHA!! N-NOHOHO, WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOIHIHIHIHING?!!”

“This Tickle Monster grows tired of your sassy comments, and has simply decided to eat you instead!” Tom spoke against the twitching tummy, chuckling as he heard Sonic shriek like a girl again.

“EEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NAAAAAHAHAHAHAO!! DOHOHON’T PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! THAHAHAHAT FEELS WOHOHOHORSE!!”

Sonic was squirming like a leech on a salt covered sidewalk. The nibbles to his belly were unbearably tickly. Tingly currents were zipping up and down his spine, and he could feel them all the way down to the tips of his toes.

He frantically batted at Tom’s head, silently begging his father figure to have some mercy on him. Fortunately, Tom did get the message. “So, are you ready to apologize for your sass and head off to sleep? Or do we need to keep teaching you a lesson?” The couple hovered their wiggling fingers over the small hedgehog, making him squeal and curl for protection.

“Aaaah! No, no! Wahahahait! Lemme thihihink about ihihihit!”

After Sonic caught his breath, he tapped his chin and hummed in deep thought. “Hmm….I think you guys need a second opinion before calling yourselves professional Tickle Monsters! No way that’s true! I mean, look at me; I’m still hyper, and full of energy, so HA! Your sneak attacks did absolutely no—AAAAAHEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA!!”

“That’s enough sass out of you, mister,” Tom interrupted. He had scooped up the hedgehog, not wasting another second and mercilessly scribbled under his arms.

Sonic screeched and slammed his arms down to his sides, merely trapping the still wriggling fingers there. He jolted with a louder screech when he felt nails scribbling and digging into his belly. “W-WAIT, WAHAHAHAIT!! NAHAHAHAT THERE!! NOT THERE!!”

“Where? Here?” Maddie innocently asked, vibrating a clawed hand against the center of Sonic’s tummy.

Sonic squealed another octave. He frantically shook his head, kicking his legs at 300 miles per hour. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAO!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!”

Tom chuckled. “Y’know you keep saying ‘not there’, but I’m not hearing you apologize.”

Sonic may have been laughing his quills off, but he was a stubborn hedgehog. “N-NO WAHAHAHAHAY!! I’LL NEHEHEHEHEVER AP—HAHAHAHA—APOLOGIZE!!”

“Suit yourself, buddy.” Tom and Maddie paused their attacks one last time before switching spots. Maddie grabbed and held Sonic’s wrists above his head while Tom made a grab for his legs. “Just so you don’t try and kick me in the face while I do this,” he told Sonic after he shakily asked what were they going to do to him now.

“Oh, just a secret family combat tactic that’s lethal enough to paralyze a victim within seconds,” Tom stated like a villain as he wrapped an arm around the fidgeting hedgehog’s legs.

Sonic gulped. “P-Paralyze..?”

The couple had to fight the urge not to break character. Sonic just looked too cute! He actually looked like a scared puppy, wondering what they were about to do. They wanted to tell him right there that he had nothing to worry about, and explain what they were going to do, but…it was better to show rather than tell.

The fluttery anticipating tingling intensified as Sonic felt Tom slide his arm behind his back, arching his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this. “W-Wait, what are you..?”

Tom took a deep breath, dove down, pressed his lips against the center of Sonic’s belly, and blew hard.

Sonic threw his head back and screamed. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEEEEAAAAA!! NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAO!! WHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?!!”

“They’re called ‘raspberries’, Sonic,” explained Maddie with a giggle.

Tom lifted his head. “But like I said, they’re a very lethal weapon that can cripple a victim! Like, for instance, sassy-mouthed hedgehogs who refuse to go to bed!” He leaned down to pepper more ticklish raspberries all over Sonic’s tummy.

And Sonic? He couldn’t stop squealing and screeching hysterics. This was way worse than the nibbles from earlier! “AAAAAAAAHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAAAAAA!! NO!! NO—AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! THIHIHIS IS SOHOHO MUCH WOHOHOHOHORSE!! AAAAAAAAHHH!!”

“Good! Maybe this’ll teach you not to be sassy to your parents!” Tom spoke against the soft tummy again.

“B-BUHUT I WAHASN’T EHEEHEEHEEHEVEN BEING SASSY!! AAAAAAAHHH!! NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAO!!” Sonic’s protests were interrupted as another fat raspberry was blown to the center of his belly. “O-OKAHAHAY!! OKAY!! I’M SAHAHAHAHARRY!! I’LL GO TO BEHEHEHED NOW!!” He meant it; he could feel his quills starting to spark and he was starting to lose it. Plus, he didn’t want to accidentally cause a power outage if his quills continued to spark.

“You promise?” he heard Tom and Maddie ask.

He nodded frantically. “YES, YEHEHEHEHES!! PROMIHIHIHISE!!”

The couple finally ceased and released him. Sonic lay limply on his bed, panting while trying to rub away the aftershock tingles from his stomach. “That…you…you guys…are so mean..!” Tom and Maddie laughed, affectionately rubbing his ears and head.

“Well, now you know what happens when you refuse to go to bed,” shrugged Tom.

“And when you get sassy with your words,” Maddie added, booping Sonic on the nose.

Sonic sheepishly smiled. “Okay, I guess I did walk into that one. Sorry for sassing, I think it was the sugar rush.”

Maddie gave him more pets to the head. “Now do you see why we don’t want you to have sweets before bed? It’s for your own good. So you can avoid dealing with the Tickle Monsters as a result.” She playfully tased his side one last time for emphasis.

Sonic arched away with a cute squeak. “EEEP! Okay, okay! I get it! No more! Just…please stop calling yourselves that.” With one final pet to the head, Sonic yawned as his ears drooped.

“Ready for bed?”

He sleepily nodded. “Mm-hmmm…”

Maddie carefully slipped off his sneakers while Tom snugly tucked him in. Sonic was out like a light after that. Smiling, the couple each took a turn giving Sonic a good night kiss to his forehead. Their hearts swooned as they saw the little hedgehog smile in his sleep at the affectionate gesture.

“See? What did I tell you?” Maddie whispered to her husband. “A visit from the Tickle Monster works every time.”

THE END <3

[mattsnight]

I dont care - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: in which y/n and Matt take a shower after sweating at a party all night.

Warnings: drunk, shower sex, use of y/n

A/N: kinktober fic 5! I hope yall like it make sure to check out my others❤️

Not proofread!!

Honestly, it wasn’t even fun. This “party” you were at was full with drunk people and you felt disgusted. Your hair was a complete mess and your outfit was sticking to your skin. Matt was with you and he felt the same way about himself. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.

When you got invited to this party it was clear on the invitation that there was no alcohol, just a cute party to get to know new people in the town. I guess some of them didn’t get the point of it.

You and Matt were both taking your last drink when suddenly an extremely drunk man approaches you. He stares you up and down, not even caring you notice how he’s definitely checking you out. Matt’s blood starts to boil as he grabs your hand. “She’s with me.” He says as his grip on your hand tightens. The man doesn’t back off at first, but then when Matt glares at him he doesn’t hesitate to get away from you.

“Fucking gross.” Matt lets out a deep breath he was holding. He gulps his drink down before taking your hand and leading you outside. You groan as your legs slowly start to give up. You have been wearing these big heels all night and it was hurting your feet. Matt notices and pulls you into his arms, holding you in bridal style. “Matt! Im gross right now, don’t—“ You whine as Matt just keeps walking.

“I don’t care, princess. I’ve seen worse.” He says smirking down at you. A wave of heat washes over you as your cheeks slowly turn red. Matt gently places you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driver’s seat. He puts on his seatbelt before driving off to his house.

When you arrive at his house you are met with his brothers Nick and Chris watching spongebob on the tv. You wave at them before making your way into Matt’s room, taking off your heels and dress immediately. You can hear Matt say something to his brothers before walking into his room to be met with you in your underwear. He’d seen it a lot of times, but it still could get him hard and you wearing that red lacey set wasn’t helping.

“Jesus… you look gorgeous.” He says, hands already on your sides tracing slow circles. You smile at him before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned it immediately before pulling you closer. “Babyyy.. im still sweaty.” You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, not seeming to care about your state. “Can we at least do this in the shower?”

You knew it was going to be a long night, proposing this idea, but you didn’t mind. You were so happy to notice Nick and Chris left for bed already, otherwise they’d definitely would’ve heard both of you in the shower.

Matt has you pressed against the cold wall as his hands are everywhere on your body. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as his hardness slides against your folds. His lips are on your tits, swirling slow circles with his tongue around your nipple. You’ve always known Matt was a tits guy, because he never seems to get enough of them.

He pulls back after a while, proudly admiring all the hickeys he left all over you. His hands move to your clit, rubbing gentle circles before lining himself up at your entrance. A loud gasp escapes your lips. He pushes himself into you slowly.

A second later he’s moving faster and harder into you. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you get lost in pleasure. “Fuck baby.. so fucking good f’me, yeah?” Matt groans as he takes you against the wall, practically slamming into you. His thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, getting you on edge quickly.

“M-Matt im gonna cum..” you moan out as your walls start to clench around him. Then suddenly a large wave of pleasure washes over you, making your legs tremble. Matt comes quickly after that, shooting his load inside of you. Both of you are left panting.

After a few good minutes he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince. “Shh.. it’s okay, princess.. did so good.” He makes sure to wash your hair and your body before getting out of the shower. He helps you get comfy into your shared bed by pulling you close to him.

He doesn’t care how you look right now, all sleepy and completely drained, he just loves you because you’re you.

[guppyyuri]

MY PRETTY RACER

a/n : i love how i can just edge everyone and nobody can say anything

the garage was hot. not the kind of heat that came from the sun — the kind that hung low and thick, soaked into oil-slick floors and metal parts left to overheat under buzzing lights.

you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your back pocket, watching as she pulled up.

fast. loud. reckless.

billie’s car squealed to a halt, her window rolling down before the engine even stopped. “she’s stalling again,” she called, smirking, “guess i pushed too hard.”

you raised a brow, walking slowly toward her. “you always do.”

“maybe i like it when things fall apart.”

she was grinning. wide, daring. you leaned down into her open window, fingers curling around the edge of the door.

“out. now.”

she blinked. you didn’t repeat yourself.

billie climbed out of the car in her usual mess — ripped black racing jacket half-zipped, cheeks flushed, fingers twitching like they needed something to hold. or someone.

“what’d you do this time?” you asked, popping the hood.

she leaned on the frame beside you, watching you work like it was her favorite show. “maybe i didn’t do anything,” she murmured. “maybe i just wanted to see you.”

you smirked without looking at her. “didn’t know you had a praise kink for my engine skills.”

“not just that,” she said quickly. “your hands. your voice. your mouth.”

that made you look up. slowly.

she flinched, but didn’t move away. her eyes were big. desperate. cocky, yes — but soft in a way she tried hard to bury.

you slammed the hood shut.

“inside.”

she followed you without a word.

the door to the back of the shop clicked shut behind her. the sound of tools, fans, music — all muffled now. just the two of you. grease. heat. tension.

you pressed her against the metal worktable. not rough — but firm. possessive.

“you keep bringing me broken things,” you said, pulling the zipper of her jacket down. “but you’re the one that really needs fixing.”

her breath hitched.

“take it off,” you ordered.

she peeled the jacket from her shoulders, revealing a black tank top, sweat clinging to her collarbones. your hands were on her before she could drop it, dragging her shirt up and over her head in one motion.

“you’re always so loud on the road,” you whispered, thumb brushing her jaw.

“but in here, you’re mine.”

“yes,” she whispered, leaning into your touch. “please. fix me.”

you kissed her. hard. her mouth parted instantly, like she’d been waiting hours for it — like she raced just to feel this again.

you lifted her onto the table. she whimpered at the cold metal under her thighs.

you kissed down her neck, dragging your teeth against her pulse point. her hands clutched your shirt, needy.

“what do you want?” you asked, lips brushing her ear.

“you,” she gasped. “just—use me. make me stay. i can’t stop running unless you—”

your hand slid between her legs, and she choked on her own breath.

“then stay,” you said, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her shorts.

“fuck—”

“don’t move,” you commanded. “you wanted to break. let me tear you open.”

you didn’t stop until she was trembling — messy and ruined and whispering your name over and over again.

your fingers were slick with her, your mouth bruised from kissing her too hard. she was still whimpering against your chest, babbling about how good you were to her, how no one else could get her like this.

you held her jaw, tilting her head up.

“next time,” you whispered, “bring yourself in before the damage is this bad.”

she nodded, pupils blown. “yes. okay. i promise.”

“good girl.”

“stop” she whispered and looked the other way

you pulled her chin to look at you, her eyes are big, ready to do anything you asked.

you tugged at the waistband of her leather shorts, sliding them off in a rush, her drawls made her look like a tough little boy but underneath all that was someone who was ready to whatever you asked.

“aw, spongebob?” you giggled and slid them off, revealing her wet cunt, her whimpers and the way she was looking at you made everything even better, you lifted her up and laid her on the floor to get a better view, a great view.

you opened her legs wider, sliding your fingers through her folds getting all the wetness up, you suck your fingers while looking her directly in the eyes, she whines and her legs start to close.

billie tried to get up but you pushed her back down

“stay still”

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (6/?)

Not gonna lie, kind of a vent TvT

Seeker!reader has a bad day. Some depressing thoughts, but comfort at the end because *spongebob gif* I NEED ITTTT

Unfair.

The war is fragging unfair.

Rolling over on the berth to face the wall, you curl in on yourself.

You know it’s childish, but you don’t care.

You were meant to be at training half a joor ago. Not training with Starscream. If it was, you might have been stirred by a fraction more purpose, more motivation, enough to drag yourself up and into the skies like nothing was the matter. However, this was solo training. Drills that you’d learned and were supposed to practice daily. Starscream doesn’t usually check whether or not you've been doing them - his optics are keen enough to detect whether or not you’ve been practicing at your weekly sessions.

So it’s a surprise when he bursts into his habsuite - you check your internal chronometer - in the middle of the day, clearly on the hunt for you.

You don't need to turn around to know that he's furious. “What the scrap do you think you’re doing?” Starscream hisses. "This is a war, you know. We don't have time to be lazing about!"

Like you need to be reminded.

However, the rage in his voice becomes increasingly venomous as he stalks angrily towards you. "You know better than everyone else that trust is scarcely found aboard this ship. You know I cannot spend every joor of the solar cycle watching you. Can I not even entrust you with this one simple thing?"

Okay, that hurts. That really hurts, and it's even worse because you know how stressed he is. What happened to not being a burden? It's not like you're unaware of the precious trust Starscream has in you. You don't want to add to his ever-growing list of troubles, but it seems that the universe won't allow you a moment of weakness in peace. Had you ruined that trust between you all in the span of one afternoon?

Sluggishly heaving your frame up, it takes you a while to get to your pedes. Self-loathing weighs you down, heaviness in every step as you berate yourself for essentially rolling over and giving up, even if just for half a solar cycle. Starscream certainly had no such luxury.

"Sorry, sir. I'll go now."

"Don't come back until you can execute it with your optics closed," Starscream growls. He doesn't leave, though, watching you trudge past him with your wings down. You don't look at him on your way out, but he can see that your optics are dim. The defeated slump of your shoulders doesn't sit right with him, and his wings prickle with irritation, optics narrowing when it's clear that you have no intention to say anything. Hadn't he told you not to shut him out?

The wind whistles through the long grass as you trudge across the open plain to your launch pad - a glorified dirt circle burned into the Terran earth from countless precision landings, but you liked it. It was a physical symbol of the innumerable hours you'd poured into training. Well, that didn't mean anything anymore, did it?

Ordinarily, you liked days like this - it felt like the wind was calling to you, urging you to spread your wings and soar. The whistling musicality of the winds also reminded you of your native Vosian - there was something nice about windy days, to feel the lyrical tones wrap around your frame, brushing playfully over your plates and you would shutter your optics and remember home. However, you're unable to find pleasure in it today.

Where you were overwhelmingly numb earlier, a burning despair overtakes you as you take flight. The first set of maneuvers has your altmode screaming through the sky without having warmed your engines first - even as they sputter, working frantically under the weight of your despair, you push yourself even harder. Greater speed, sharper turns. Your pedes slam into the earth with a cacophonous boom at the end of the first circuit, chassis heaving at the sudden burst of exertion. But it's not enough.

Two circuits turns into five, ten, fifty, a hundred… and it’s the one hundredth and fiftieth circuit which forces you to stop your self-inflicted punishment, because you more or less crash land to the ground, all sense of precision lost. There’s no point in trying to stay upright - to your dismay, you realise that your wings are so sore, the right one more than the left, that the unevenness of the strain is tipping you off balance and rendering you unable to walk properly. In your second, shameful surrender today, you allow yourself to collapse to the ground, laying spread-eagled and woozily shuttering your optics against the flare of warnings on your HUD.

You lie on the grass until the burnt orange dusk, awash with purple and pink hues, fades away into darkness. One thing you’ll never tire of, though, is the view of the stars offered by the Terran planet on clear nights. The stars have been your constant during your time on Earth, distant but reliable in their presence. Like someone you know, you think. Absently, you’re wondering if Cybertron is visible from Earth when the sound of dry grass crunching underfoot reaches your audials. Those steps can only belong to one bot, you think, and right on cue, your star appears above you, an unreadable expression on his faceplate.

“A hundred and fifty drills, sir," You mumble tiredly.

For some reason, the expression on Starscream's faceplate morphs abruptly into displeasure. Even more surprising is the way he ex-vents and settles heavily beside you on your landing pad.

For a moment, you both look up at the stars.

"When was the last time we talked about something other than training?" Starscream says.

There's an underlying note of exhaustion in the rasp of his voice.

"I don't know, sir."

"Exactly!" Starscream growls, exhaustion abruptly forgotten in favour of agitation. Feeling the sharp spike of distress in his EM field, you wonder why you're worth so much emotion. Sure, you want to be closer to him. You really look up to Starscream, but as much as it hurts that he purposely keeps you at arms length, it hurts more because you understand why he has to keep his distance. This unexpected display of emotion catches you off guard. Silence falls over you both, and you wonder if it's worth apologizing for how he found you.

"I was weak today," You mumble. "It... it won't happen again." Your timid words are quickly lost to the suffocating silence, stolen away on the winds. Little do you know that it's taking everything in Starscream not to rage outwardly at the skies, at Primus himself for allowing this to happen to you. What he'd feared was coming true - even a spark that shone as bright as yours could not wholly avoid being tainted by vicious Decepticon values when you were exposed to them day in, day out.

He'd forbidden himself from lingering on the thought, but it now bursts unbidden into his processor - you should have been able to grow up in Vos, happy and free. No civil war, not even war with the Quintessons, even if it meant you would never have met. As long as it meant you would have lived a long and happy life. The strength of one over another? He'd been disgusted when so many of his fellow seekers had promptly abandoned their values to impulsively throw themselves behind a leader clearly lacking in experience. Seekers were social creatures - true strength was found in unity, but that was a concept that Megatron simply would not and could not begin to understand.

You have nothing to be ashamed of, he wanted to tell you, you've been doing remarkably well without a social group, without a trine, when your only option is me - he wanted to laugh bitterly at that. You hadn't voiced a word of complaint, sure, but you hadn't been given a choice in whether or not to stay by his side, and the thought twisted unpleasantly through his spark.

The unpleasant feeling only coils tighter around him when he ex-vents tiredly and catches your flinch in your wings - clearly expecting to be berated once again. He feels like he's losing you. Mid-solar cycle, when you looked so resigned with your lot. Had he tried to keep the fight in you alive? On reflection, you'd grown more withdrawn recently. It felt increasingly like a losing battle to keep all of you here, keep your spark untainted by war.

He refuses to believe that it's impossible.

"Come here," Starscream says instead, patting the ground in front of him. "Back to me."

Like you could ever ignore what he commanded of you, despite your exhaustion. Slowly but determinedly, you drag yourself across the long grass to him. Starscream waits in silence, uncharacteristically patient, optics tracking the shaky grip of your servos in the soil, the grimace of pain that flashes across your faceplate.

When you finally manage to arrange yourself in a seated position in front of him, he takes stock of your wings with a critical optic and suffice to say, he does not like what he sees. You've really pushed it too far this time. Plates strung tight, mechanisms locked up with all the tension, wings hanging unevenly at the joints due to imbalanced use - no wonder you couldn't make it back to base. He'll have to be stricter with your posture next time - a pained whine of static escapes your vocaliser even as he keeps his touch feather-light, tracing gently under your ailerons where the mechanisms are most strained. It doesn’t help that your plates feel tender as well, underlying mesh strained to its limits. “Bear with it just a while,” Starscream murmurs, starting to knead with purpose - you gasp and shudder as he digs his fingers in between your wing joints to alleviate their stiffness, firm but not punishing.

“I taught you better than this," He scolds, but the rumble of his voice is low, pitched at a tone intended to soothe. “Training is a privilege, not a punishment. How are you going to progress if you treat your frame so carelessly, hm?”

Starscream is clearly in no mood to elaborate on his display of frustration, so it's back to familiar ground for you both. You'll take it - it's an olive branch that you're grateful for. "Won't happen again, sir," You mumble, wincing as he digs into a particularly sore area.

"Damn right," Starscream growls. "I won't be so lenient next time. Understand?"

You suppose some things don't change, like Starscream's inability to show concern without disguising it under ten layers of empty threats.

Still, olive branch.

"Yes, sir."

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[10byten]

Need you, No Manners.

✧W : 5060

✧Summary : Taeyong is just addicted to you as you are to him. So why don't you fell in love and stop resisting ?

✧Warning : Smut and Fluff.

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It’s 1:30 AM and your brain’s wide awake, refusing to let you sleep. Your phone buzzes. You turn your head to your nightstand and freeze. You know exactly who it is. No one else texts you this late, and you can feel it—it’s always like this with him.

Taeyong and you met at work. Boundaries matter in this world, but somehow, you two became inseparable from the second you met. The bond between you is so intense, it’s almost… primal. He feels you just as much as you feel him. The moment you step into each other’s lives, everything shifted. Maybe to much. You’d do anything for him. He’d do anything for you. At first, it felt like coincidence, if you believe in fate—but every time, your gut would guide you to a specific place at a certain time, and you’d always run into him. No matter how electric the chemistry, you’d created this “friendly” bond under the watchful eyes of other members and staff—deeply co-dependent.

There was something almost magical in your conversations and glances, something private and intimate that no one could even touch it. You’d end up following him everywhere, whether in Korea or abroad, even when your presence wasn’t necessary. You’d spend hours in practice rooms, working on your laptop, just to be by his side at his request. You never left the building without him; if he was training, you’d wait with a book or finish a few last tasks. If you still had work, he’d crash next to you on your office couch, watching SpongeBob on his phone. Taeyong would bring your favorite sweets from abroad—those you missed from home but couldn’t find here. They’d show up at your office every month. And between breaks, he’d leave you iced jasmine tea, your favorite, just to make sure you stayed hydrated.

Every week, you’d leave a blind box and a drink in his locker, so he’d find them before a tough day. You couldn’t have a meal without him; he knew all your eating habits like you knew his. Better yet, recently, Taeyong had you make a copy of his keys. He wanted you to come and go in his apartment whenever you wanted, “just in case.”

But here’s the thing: it was slowly driving you insane. Your feelings for him became everything, and before you knew it, you were putting him at the center of your world. You realized it when, every time he left, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could still feel him everywhere—even when he wasn’t there. Then, recently, you spent the night at his place. You were on the couch, both of you half asleep, and Taeyong pulled you into him, arms around you. Slowly, his touches turned soft, his head resting on the curve of your neck. He was like a kitten, begging for affection.

You found yourself dangerously close to his face, his lips. You hesitated for a second—one move, and your lips would meet his. You don’t know where you found the self-control, but somehow, you managed to pull yourself up and leave his place, pretending you had an important early meeting that forced you to go back and get some sleep.

Taeyong knew you were lying. He knew your schedule better than you knew it yourself. He’d synced it with his, tracking your every move. And he knew. He tried to get you to stay. “You can sleep here,” he said. His voice calm, but there was something heavy behind it. You’d slept in the same bed on tour before, dozing off mid-conversation. But this? This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t friendly. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“No, I’m going home.” He sat up on the couch and grabbed your hand before you could even make it to the door. You turned to face him. His eyes were sleepy, focused on your fingers as they intertwined with his. “Why.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. And you didn’t know if you could resist it. “Taeyong, I...” you struggled to find the words. He shot up, standing in front of you now, his gaze pleading. “Just for tonight, and tomorrow we can act like nothing happened.” You were so close to giving in, but this was just sex he was offering, and you knew that if you crossed that line, your feelings would take on a whole new dimension. “I have to go, sorry.”

You had to set a boundary with your feelings. You hadn’t been hired to fall for him. Your friendship? That was already a bonus. Above all, you’d fought hard to get to where you were in your career. You couldn’t throw all of that away just for a crush. Even though, deep down, you knew you were already way past the crush stage. That’s why, a few days, maybe weeks ago, you decided to stop responding to his private messages and calls. You knew his schedule by heart, had access to his calendar online—you knew where and when to be to avoid running into him. You needed space. You needed distance, for both of you. And you felt guilty for Taeyong, wondering what he was thinking on his side. His messages? They hit you hard, made you feel his pain, his confusion.

-Do you need anything? I’m at the grocery store near your place. I can drop something off if you want. - *Photo* Miss u - I left a iced tea on your desk. Hope you have a good day - The practice sessions are so empty without you - Haven’t heard from you much except for your work emails… - I miss you, please answer me

So many messages, so many small gestures that just made your heart ache even more, convincing you that keeping your distance was the right thing to do. You hated doing this to him, but it was slowly discouraging him from texting you. At least, that’s what you hoped.

And tonight? He’s texting you again. You turn around, grabbing your phone, you need to know what he’s saying—it’s visceral, stronger than you. At first, Taeyong respected your space, but after seeing you walk in this morning with Johnny, both of you holding coffees from the same place, he felt like someone had shoved a knife into his chest. This time, his messages were more direct.

- Are you trying to make me pay for that night or do you just not know how to get rid of me, so you’re ghosting me instead?

- I’m sorry, that’s not it. I just need to focus right now, I don’t have time for distractions.

- Miracle, you respond. Distractions?

- Please don’t take this the wrong way

Tyong’s calling

You don’t answer.

-You’re just gonna ignore me again?

-Taeyong, this... whatever this is between us, it’s not normal. We need some distance.

- What?

- I think some space would be good for us. We need a break.

- Is that what you want?

- It’s what we need.

- Okay.

You know Taeyong doesn’t get it. You also know that if something happens between you two and someone finds out, you’ll lose your job. The worst-case scenario? It leaks outside of the company, and no one would trust you with anything ever again.

The days that followed felt long and gray. You had no interaction with Taeyong anymore and were actively avoiding any direct contact with the 127 members. But then, one evening, you find your monthly package from Taeyong sitting on your desk. When you meet Irene, someone you’ve become close with since arriving, you feel uneasy. Finding that gesture from him kind of threw you off. Up until now, you hadn’t planned on talking about any of this, but Irene’s an idol, she knows Taeyong well, and if there’s anyone who might understand and listen, it’s her.

“Oh wow, didn’t see that coming.” “I know, it wasn’t planned at all and—” “No, I’m not talking about your feelings for Taeyong, I’m talking about your decision.” “Wait, what? Why?” “Because I know Taeyong, and if you two cross that line, sure, it could be dangerous for his career, but only if you’re not serious or if you’re not discreet. And that’s not him. He’d do anything to protect you and protect your relationship from outside eyes.” “How can you be sure about that?” You’re a little shaken by what she’s just said. “Because, again, I know him. And I think you should give him a chance, trust him to handle this situation. If there’s one person who can pull it off, it’s him. And I really think he’d want to take that risk with you.” “How can you say that? You had no idea about this situation before tonight.” “Of course I did. Everyone close to 127 knows about the... unusual chemistry you two have developed.” “Oh—”

Irene’s words keep replaying in your head. The part where she says Taeyong could manage and protect you both doesmake you want to believe in it. You know there’s a version of this story where he could truly enter a relationship with you, where you’d fall in love. But the part where she says others have already noticed the chemistry between you two makes you uneasy. That’s proof enough that you’re putting yourselves in danger by staying so close. It’s all too much to process, and you almost want to text him to talk about it, but you drop the idea. You don’t have the strength to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow’s a big event for the company, and there will be tons of people there. You’ve planned to focus and avoid any NCT members as much as possible.

When you arrive at the event, a lot of people are already there. That was the goal: arrive as late as possible to make sure the place is packed and you won’t run into a single 127 member who’d stop to make small talk, eventually bringing the others, including Taeyong, into the mix. Of course, you can count on Mark and Haechan, who spot you at the entrance and immediately drag you to their table. “Why haven’t you been around lately?” “Are you avoiding us?” Haechan chimes in. “Or worse, do you not like us anymore?” “That’s exactly it. I’ve always thought your music was awful, and now I’m realizing you’re terrible people too,” you joke. “No, seriously, why don’t you come see us in practice anymore?” Deep down, they all know it’s about Taeyong. When it’s you, it’s always about him. “I’ve just been swamped with work, I’m sorry. I don’t have as much time as before.” Taeyong’s been watching you from across the table since you sat down, his gaze sharp. You’re lying, and even though he knows you can’t tell the truth, it still annoys him. You choose to ignore his reactions. It’s for the best. The night goes on, and you decide to call it a night when you see that most people are starting to leave, and the alcohol’s kicked in. Over everything else, you can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you all night. You can’t take it anymore. Every time you turn your head, you inevitably lock eyes with him. His gaze is filled with desire and sadness. He’s unavoidable. You’re sitting in a corner chatting with Ten and Irene when the song No Manners starts. Taeyong’s in the middle of talking to some other artists, but his eyes never leave you. God, he wishes he were in Ten’s place. He’d give anything to be close to you. It kills him that you’ve barely had any interaction tonight. Before, you wouldn’t have left each other’s side the entire evening, and he would’ve taken you home, just the two of you, talking for hours in your little cocoon. You look up at him when Ten sings, looking straight at him. And you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re holding his gaze, but you feel an unbearable pull toward him. Your heart races, and you’re breathing heavier, like you’re too warm. He makes you feel hot. His eyes, filled with longing and emotions, set your body on fire. Now that he’s finally got your attention, he gives you a small nod, as if to say, come join me. He wants to talk to you, just the two of you. It would be so much easier to resist him if he weren’t looking so damn good tonight—in that silk, low-cut black blouse, the jewelry that makes him shine, and those jeans that highlight his long, lean frame. You want to go to him, but you don’t feel sober enough to face him like this. You’re not free from him yet, not enough to withstand this kind of moment. “Honestly, no one’s ever going to forget that iconic performance from Taeyong,” Ten says, like a dagger to your chest. It’s only the beginning of the song, and you decide to leave before hearing his voice. You wave goodbye to your friends and quickly make your exit. You completely ignore Taeyong as you pass by him. He feels it like a shockwave. It’s too much for him. How long are you going to play this game? He knows you want him too. He’s always felt it. At least, he hopes he’s not wrong.

He takes your place between Ten and Irene, rests his head in his hands, and sighs desperately. She taps his shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Go catch her." "She doesn't want us to have any contact anymore, you can see she's ignoring me." "Because she can't resist you, that's obvious." He glares at her. "Seriously Taeyong, do I really need to tell you that this girl is crazy about you? She's just trying to avoid trouble with the hierarchy." "Wait, is that why?" "Trust me Taeyong, she's crazy about you. She's just afraid you two won't be able to handle it, so go after her and prove to her that you can be the man she needs and protect her. Take the lead."

Taeyong stares at her for a second and then gets up faster than ever to chase after you. Ten looks at Irene. "Well, here we go."

He finds you in the hallway, the music still thumping in the background.

“Y/n!” He calls out, voice urgent.

“Not now, Taeyong.”

But he doesn’t give you a choice. Irene just told him to take the lead, and he’s determined to prove he can handle this.

Before you can even process, he grabs you by the waist and spins you around, slamming you against the wall.

“Taeyong—”

“Shut up.” His voice is a low growl, so close you can feel his breath against you, and it’s driving you wild. He holds your gaze, searching for any sign of resistance. But your eyes tell him everything he needs to know—you want him to stay, you want him to finish what he started.

Taeyong doesn’t hesitate. The music is loud, but the timing feels almost too perfect—his part begins. He inches closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, the air heavy with tension.

“Dancing on my backseat, You look so yeah senchi.”

His forehead presses to yours, his words soft yet filled with meaning as he murmurs, “Got me comma, commas I’m addicted to you, toxic.”

You don’t really get what’s happening, but you know you love it, and damn, it feels so good—way too good. You have no desire, no strength left to resist him. He slides his hands over your waist and grasps them firmly with his fingers to arch you over and press you fully against him. This leads you to feel his boner against you. And oh god, there’s no denying it—this moment hits Taeyong just as hard as it hits you.

You let out a soft moan.

“Naege dallyeo naneun dalliji Put the pedal to the metal maedalliji neoye maeryeok You the answer, never question urin eopji got no manners ppittakhage neoneun naenshi nan shideu.”

One of his hands slides up to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around it effortlessly. Then, his palm cradles your jaw as his thumb brushes your cheek, finally resting on your lower lip. His narrowed eyes lock onto yours.

“Urin beautiful neomu beautiful, Don’t say thank you or nothing, Criminal so cynical.”

He leans into your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he keeps murmuring against you, each word feeling like a kiss. You sigh with pleasure.

“But we need to learn some manners, bichi na bichi na.” His mouth hovers over yours. “I’m addicted to you, toxic, I’m addicted to you, toxic.” he murmurs those last words.

His eyes glazed with desire, he pulls his thumb away from your lip and presses his mouth to yours. Your body reacts instantly to his. But the sound of heels echoing nearby pulls you out of your daze. You break the kiss—well, almost.

“Taeyong, wait, stop, just a second.”

He keeps kissing along your cheeks. “What now?”

“This isn’t a good-ahh—”

He cuts you off by sucking on your neck, pressing you harder against the wall as he hikes your leg up against him. He murmurs against your lips, “Remind me why we’re taking a break from each other. Hmm? It’s oviously insane. I think we both know what we want.” He pulls back to look into your eyes. “It’s obvious to everyone but you that we’re falling in love, so just let go and fall with me.”

You’re speechless. To hell with your job—there’s only one Lee Taeyong. You slide your hand up his neck and crash your lips against his. You feel like you’ve waited a lifetime for this. His hands are everywhere on you, and you never want him to let go. The kiss grows more urgent, the two of you like starving people finally given a taste of chocolate. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him like your life depends on it.

He slows the pace. “I know I started this, but we should go somewhere more private.”

You steal one more kiss, unable to fully break away. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You keep kissing for another moment before he laughs. “Y/n, we really need to get out of here.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

He grabs your hand, as you runaway like two child. Once you arrive at his place, you barely make it through the door before you wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head against his back. He grips your arms, holding you close.

“I can’t believe you wanted to deprive us of this,” he murmurs. He turns around to face you, cupping your face with his hands. “I won’t let anything come between us, you have to trust me. Not at work, not in our private lives. I’ll protect you and I’ll protect us from the rest of the world, from prying eyes. Since you walked into my life, you’ve been my priority. How could you not see that?”

“I’m sorry. You’re my priority too. And I want you more than anything.”

“Don’t push me away again, unless you’re sure you don’t want me anymore.” He finally kisses you, his lips somehow even sweeter than before. His touch is confident and firm, as if he’s trying to imprint you onto his skin.

Your jacket falls to the floor as Taeyong’s fingers trace along the straps of your dress. He slides them off your shoulders, and your dress drops to the ground.

You find yourself standing there in your underwear in front of him, and he takes a moment to just admire you. His tongue slips into your mouth, and between kisses, he asks, “Tell me, what do you want right now? I want to show you how well I can take care of you.”

You look at him, captivated by how far Taeyong seems willing to go for you, for your pleasure. You blush, hesitating to answer. He smile softly. “You’ve got something on your mind, but you’re too shy to ask.”

You shake your head, too embarrassed to admit it. He plants soft kisses along your neck and wraps his arms around you with such passion. “Tell me. You know you can ask me for anything.”

“It’s about earlier…” He looks at you, intrigued, and a spark flashes in his eyes. He smirk, shaking his head—he knows. “Your desire is my command.”

He lifts you effortlessly and carries you to the living room, laying you down on the carpet. His kisses trail down your body, from your neck to your belly button.

You moan; it feels so good. Then he sits up to take off his shirt. He pulls away just enough to get into position, his eyes never leaving yours. And under your mesmerized gaze, he starts his No Manners choreography.

When his hands graze around you, a shiver runs down your spine, watching him do this so close to you. And then the moment you’ve been craving finally comes—he grinds against you in that wave-like move that’s haunted your thoughts so many times. He finishes with a deep, passionate kiss.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moan.

“See? I know you better than anyone. I can take care of you, love.”

“Pleease, Taeyong, take care of me.”

“Of course.”

You turn, face down and arch your back to present him your ass. You want him to take you now. He presses himself against you, growling softly in your ear as he kisses your shoulder, all while sliding his pants and your panties down. He aligns his dick with your entrance and slowly penetrates you. You feel every inch of him slowly pushing inside you, and the movement feels just as sensual as it does romantic.

Taeyong brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as he plants soft kisses along your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

He sighs in pleasure as he starts to move, finding a rhythm that has you melting beneath him. His little moans send you to another dimension.

You’d always wondered what Taeyong would be like in bed, and a part of you was convinced he was a switch—which secretly drove you wild. You also had a feeling he’d be sensitive. And you were right. You could feel it in every touch, firm yet achingly tender. His movements become smoother and more fluid, and you feel his cock surge inside you, he's going to cum, already, you feel it.

He pulls out and lets out a shaky breath. You whine as you turn to face him. “Nooo, what are you doing?”

Running a hand through his hair, he gives you an embarrassed smile. “I’m gonna come if I keep going, Y/n. It’s been too long—I need to pace myself if you want this to last.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get you going again.” You crawl toward him on all fours, and his eyes widen, completely captivated by your every move.

You lean against his thighs, gently wrap your fingers around his sex and start pumping him up and down.

His head falls back, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through him. You watch his face contort with bliss, and the sight alone satisfies you—but you crave more. Leaning in closer, you start by kissing his tip, then wrap your mouth around his all dick. Taeyong moans in pleasure, his high-pitched whimpers are like music to your ears.

He looks down at you, completely lost in his bliss. His hand rests on your head—not to push, just to feel connected to you. Your pace steadies, and you tighten your mouth around him. You catch it the moment you feel his whole body tense up. His breath is all ragged.

“Y/n, I gonna cum, you need to pull away." He places a gentle hand on your cheek.

You look at him and tighten your lips, not letting go. It's an invitation to come in your mouth. You can see tears in his eyes and god it turns you even more.

“Oh my- aahh Y/n…I can’t hold back, sorry."

He comes within a second. And you don’t take your eyes off him, to catch this moment. You swallow everything he gives you. You release his cock in a lil pop.

He opens his eyes again, all groggy and satisfied, then leans in to kiss you.

"Thank you... that was incredible."

You smile against his lips. "This is just the beginning."

You're back to pumping his dick. Taeyong flinches and lets out a whimper, “It’s sensitive.”

“I know baby, but you told me you’ll take care of me right?”

“Of course I will..oh”

His body’s shaking—you’re overstimulating him.

“Let me eat you, please.” he's pleading you.

“No, I want you inside of me.” You can't wait anymore

He rests his forehead against yours, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. “Oh my- I’ll never get enough of you.”

He slides two fingers over your folds and penetrates you with one thrust. You flinch and cry out as you feel his fingers thrust into you.

“Here, you wanted to feel me inside of you.”

His hands are quick and firm, his fingering you in a way you could never touch yourself.

You feel the tension building inside you. Gripping his shoulders, straddling him, you try to hold yourself steady. But your body’s shaking—what Taeyong’s doing to you is too intense, too much for you to handle.

"Yong, I can’t stand…” 

“It’s ok, I got you”

He plants a soft kiss at the corner of your lips. Your grip on his shoulders loosens—your arms can’t hold on anymore. As you start to fall back, he catches you, pulling you close. You melt into his embrace, and just like that, you feel more than safe; you feel like you truly belong, right there with him. Your orgasm transcends you; you've never had one so strong that it had such an effect on you.

When you open your eyes, you see Taeyong completely mesmerized by what he's looking at down below, he's already starting to jerk off again. You just squirted. You didn't knex you could do that.

You blush, feeling horribly embarrassed for ruining his carpet.

“Oh my god Tae, I’m confused.”

He bites his lip. “Will you do it again ?”

“Well…it’s up to you.” 

You blush a little when Taeyong catches your gaze, surprised, and you smile at him. “I’ve never done this before, not alone, and definitely not with any other guy.”

He kisses you, deep and slow, proud of what you just said. “Told you, no one can take care of you like I can.”

“I want more Taeyong.” you whisper.

He pulls you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, taking you to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, you watch him, wondering how you ever thought you could live without him.

He lays on top of you, movements soft and tender. He traps your face between his arms, showering you with gentle kisses all over. Your hands wander down his back, nails scratching lightly. He shivers. And just like in the living room before, he slowly penetrates you so that you feel every inch of it enter you. You dig your nails into his skin, and he lets out a soft moan. He finds a steady rhythm, gently placing a hand on your cheek, almost tenderly. He kisses you, slow and deep, before pulling away to look at you. His backstrokes are strong and sure, you're in nirvana. 

He lifts you, sitting you on top of him. Now you're straddling him, sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around him as you face him. He put his hand against your pussy and the friction of your clitoris against his fingers provokes a new orgasm that hit you so hard. 

Taeyong buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan. You find those sounds as sexy as they are adorable. You know you’ll never be able to get enough of them. His body turns warm, his breath shallow. He starts mumbling softly against your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Y/n, I'm sorry."

“Don’t be, just enjoy, my love, that’s all I want.”

He moans, tightening his grip around your waist as he hears your words. You feel all his muscles tense, and Taeyong lifts you slightly to pull away. He jerk, still hidden in your neck, pressed against you. And finishes with a soft groan, he murmured your name, while painting your belly with his hot cum. 

You still hold him in your arms, cuddling him.

His orgasm was strong, you can feel it. For Taeyong, it's months of frustration finally being satisfied.

He lays you down and settles against you. His misty eyes study you intently.

“I thought you’d never come back to me.”

“I know, me too...”

He runs a hand through your hair and props himself up on his elbow. “I hated it. It killed me, you became the greatest part of my life.” He kisses you deeply. “I missed you. I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry.”

“Then it’s okay, you trust me now?”

You nod, silently agreeing.

“Either way, you don’t have a choice. I won’t let you go this time. And I know exactly how to convince you to give in. No manners, right?" he smirk, making fun of you. "Didn’t know that performance would have this effect on you.”

You blush slightly. “Oh shut up.”

“I’ll do this every night if that’s what you want, my love.” He kisses you again.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” you smile.

“I will, as long as you let me.”

-

In the week that follows, you and Taeyong fall back into your routine. And, of course, in private, it’s much more.

One evening in the practice room, you joke around with Haechan while Taeyong watches you, completely in awe.

"So, everything’s good between you two now?"

Taeyong smiles like a little kid. "Yeah, she just needed me to reassure her. And that’s exactly what I did. I said what needed to be said." He pauses when you look at him, his heart racing for you. He joins you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laugh with the others.

You push him away, but not really trying.

"Taeyong, we talk about discretion. Not in front of everyone..."

He pouts, then playfully smacks your cheek.

"I know but..between us, no manners” he whimpers in your ears.

-

[mintsturniolo]

are you mad at me? (c.s)

bf!chris sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: another in class writing session. only place i be getting motivated lol. i feel like i haven't written for chris in forever. if you don't like the pre-add the name, you can add your own name or not. totally up to you 🤍

summary: laila wants to see how chris reacts when she doesn't say "i love you back"

Laila was on the couch trying to see how she could get a reaction out of Chris today. She was bored and she knew Chris was on his way out to spend time with some of his friends. One thing Chris never did was leaving the house without saying “I love you.” Laila decided this was how she was going to get Chris’s attention.

“Hey love,” Chris said, approaching the couch. “I’m heading out.”

Laila smiled as Chris kissed her cheek and moved to kissing her lips. “Stay safe,” she replied, kissing him back. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Chris replied. “Do you need me to get you anything while I’m out?”

Laila shrugged as Chris kissed her again. “Maybe pizza from Dominos? I don’t know. I’ve been craving that lately.”

Chris agreed and made his way towards the door. “I can do that. Bye. I love you.”

“Bye,” Laila replied, resisting the urge to say she loved him.

Chris paused at the top of the stairs. “I love you,” he said a little more eagerly.

“Have fun,” Laila said, forcing back a smile.

Chris dropped his backpack at his feet, a worried look crossing over his face. “Are you okay my love?” he asked.

Laila nodded, not moving from her spot on the couch. “I’m good. Why?” she asked, playing dumb.

Chris frowned as he tried to read Laila’s facial expression. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, taking a step towards the couch.

“Why would I be mad?” Laila asked nonchalantly.

“You tell me,” Chris muttered, starting to get agitated. “You’re acting weird.”

Laila felt bad, but she didn’t think she was ready to back down yet. She heard the sound of a car horn outside and glanced up at Chris. “I thought you had to go. They’re waiting for you.”

“They can wait,” Chris replied returning to the couch where Laila still hadn’t moved. “I need to know what’s going on with you.”

Laila did her best to look confused as Chris forced her to look at him, cupping her chin in his hand. “You’ve never gone a single day without telling me you love me. What’s going on? Do we need to talk about something?”

Seeing the hurt in Chris’s eyes, Laila ran her fingers through her boyfriend’s hair. “I’m sorry my love. This was a prank. I wanted to see how you would react.”

“Huh?” Chris asked as Laila hugged him. “What do you mean?”

Laila pulled up a video on her phone and showed it to Chris. He watched intently, realization forming in his eyes. “Don’t stress me out like that ma,” he groaned resting his head on Laila’s shoulder. “I thought we were about to break up or something.”

“I could never break your heart like that,” Laila reassured Chris.

“So you promise you’re fine? You’re not mad or anything?” Chris asked, wanting to be sure he hadn’t done something to upset Laila.

Laila kissed Chris gently on the lips. “Trust, I would let you know,” she said, earning a small laugh in response. “Your friends are still waiting for you by the way.”

Chris shrugged as he pulled out his phone. He typed a quick message before returning his attention back to Laila. “I’d rather be here with you,” he replied.

“You’ve been planning this for days,” Laila insisted.

Chris unfolded a blanket that was laying next to him and pulled Laila into his arms. “I can go bowling with them any time I want. I want to be with you right now.”

Laila smiled as she reached for the remote. She turned on the TV, scrolling through several different shows as they tried to figure out what to watch. “SpongeBob?” she asked.

“Sure,” Chris replied glancing at the screen.

The couple laid in silence as the show played on the TV in front of them. Laila absentmindedly ran her fingers up and down Chris’s arm as she felt herself drifting off. Chris’s breathing slowed as he fell asleep. Laila smiled sleepily to herself, knowing that she was going to get to spend the whole evening with her boyfriend. She really hadn’t wanted him to go out today.

Almost two hours passed before Laila woke up again. She sat up, earning a small moan from Chris who was just starting to wake up. “Sorry. Did I wake you up?” she asked.

“Mmmm,” Chris hummed, his eyes still adjusting to the light. “No. I was already kind of awake.”

“Are you hungry? I am,” Laila said as she checked the time on her phone.

“Yeah actually. I haven’t eaten since I woke up this morning,” Chris replied. “I’ve been wanting pizza since you mentioned it earlier though.”

Laila leaned forward, getting her car keys off the coffee table. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go,” Chris said.

“One last thing,” Laila said, grabbing Chris’s attention. “I love you.

Chris smiled, kissing Laila’s cheek. “Damn, you finally said it,” he said playfully. “I love you too, ma.”

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🎉🦇 Happy BATday 🦇🎉

happiest of (early) birthdays to joey 🥹 i hope he knows he’s so talented and admired, and he’s literally the goat (imo) <33 and yes this is someone based off of joe getting a bat mobile…BUT ALAS! joe is so sweet and amazing and regardless of how tonight’s game goes, i hope this awesome, sexy, talented, cute, sweet, iconic, LEGENDARY man has the bestest 28th birthday in the world because that’s what he deserves! 🧡

description: a bulleted blurb where you surprise joe with a lego set and…something else for his birthday ;)

warnings: fluff, suggestive (smut implication), cut-off at the end), reader cosplays (?) as catwoman, implied roleplay…maybe more, idk-

• so, joe’s birthday was coming up. and unfortunately for you…

• you had no idea what to get him.

• you give him gifts surrounding his interests all the time!

• you give him star wars stuff, dinosaur pajamas, etc.

• one time, you gifted him a science kit that he saw in the store one day.

• nerd.

• but it was so heartwarming, seeing his eyes light up like a kid on christmas day. how could you not spoil him?

• even when he protested, saying “babe, i really don’t need anything”

• which he does mean, but truthfully, he’d never turn down a gift from you.

• this year? you had no fucking clue what to gift him.

• you were almost tempted to just cook a nice meal and chill with him (lameeee)

• but you decided to make an effort!

• he is your beloved boyfriend after all

• so you decide to call up ja’marr.

• ring ring

• he picks up, and you ask him what on earth to get joe for his bday

• “well…he likes star wars-”

• “already gave him a star wars gift.”

• “uh, dinosaurs-”

• “he has a t-rex onesie.”

• “spongebob-”

• “no.” (joe has way too much spongebob stuff)

• “man, i don’t know. i mean…he bought a bat mobile, but that won’t come until later-”

• “wait, ja’marr…say that again.”

• “…that again.”

• “…i’m hanging up.”

• “hold on-”

• you hung up. besides, you had an idea anyway.

• that’s when you grab your purse and head to the nearest store; besides, a lego bat mobile set must be common.

• sure enough, you found one!

• but…surely one measly lego set wouldn’t be enough…

• you wanted to do something different. bold even.

• after purchasing the lego set, you immediately went on the hunt for a latex bodysuit.

• that’s right. you wanted to add an element of surprise, and dress as catwoman.

• it’s different

• but it’s quite fitting

• + you might be able to give joe some good birthday sex!

• finally, you found a bodysuit of good quality and wasted no time ordering it.

• this was going to be good.

• timeskip to joe’s birthday.

• he returns from practice, and he’s a bit sweaty (yuck)

• you give him pat on the shoulder, ushering him to hurry and take a shower so he can receive his gift.

• so he does.

• when he comes back, you hold the bag out to him, wishing him a happy birthday.

• you watch him open it, and he pulls out some candy that you knew he liked

• he pulls out a pair of soft batman socks you also got him (he wears socks everywhere)

• and finally, the lego bat mobile set

• his eyes lit up like a big lightbulb, he was so happy.

• though he slowly looks at you.

• “what’s with the batman stuff?”

• “well…i heard through the grapevine you bought an actual bat mobile. so i thought this lego one would suffice until your real one came in.”

• joe pouted. he was going to whoop ja’marr’s ass later.

• nonetheless, you laughed and pat joe’s head.

• “relax…besides, i have one more gift. but you gotta close your eyes.”

• confused, but intrigued, joe closes his eyes.

• you head into a nearby bathroom and change into the latex bodysuit.

• you were nervous, despite having already tried it on

• because what if he didn’t like it?

• (you knew he’d like it. i mean, it’s an excuse for him to gawk at you.)

• once you secure the cat ears, you sigh, heading back out and standing in front of joe.

• “okay. you can look now.”

• joe slowly opened his eyes and…

• holy shit.

• his eyes widened so wide, and his jaw practically dropped to the floor

• “no way…are you-”

• “catwoman? yes~.”

• joe took his time to look over your body.

• the way the latex hugged every single curve you had

• he’d be LYING if he said he wasn’t turned on.

• he very much was, as he smirked at you.

• “god damn, baby…this might be the best gift yet.”

• “yeah?”

• he stood up and nodded, his hands seeking a spot on your waist.

• he needed you. like…now.

• “how about we get to the bedroom…? and you keep this on?”

• “what, you like it that much?”

• “yeah…but…i have a little idea. maybe some acting, if you will.

• you laughed, picking up what he was putting down.

• “sure…as long as you don’t lift a single finger. this is your birthday, remember?”

• “yeah, yeah, i know.”

• with that, he scooped you into his arms, and carried you off into your guys' shared room.

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WOOOOOO happy joe dayyyy 🤸🏾‍♀️🧡 i’m posting this earlier so we can cry later if we lose and not stress about posting ^^