#because im pumped up afterwards

[katyobsesses]

I somehow stayed awake until 4am last night and woke up at 12:30. I'm in the wrong timezone

[cregansdingdong]

imagine cregan and y/n breaking the bed one night just because of his sheer strength and muscle whilst pounding her, ik the conversation with the winterfell wood crafter would be awks as hell afterwards whilst asking for it to be repaired 😇😇

IM HAVING A PROPHETIC VISION, ANON.

At this point, Cregan and his boo thang are just going to have to become familiar with the man. There is no other option, because your choices are either to have this embarrassing conversation a multitude of times with multiple woodcrafters or just one. Because if y'all think this is a one-time thing, you are terribly mistaken.

Cregan is a very passionate person in bed, regardless if he's on top or not. He wants to make sure the two of you are satiated—that does mean the bed will snap like a twig under a boot i dont make the rules i just work here. Personally, I find the actual deliverance of the bedframe to be the most mortifying. Firstly, that big ass broken bed has to be dismantled and removed, if it's not fixable, which takes manpower, and then the new one brought into the Great Keep and put together. Otherwise, the woodcrafter is going to have to make a house call and show up with his tools and planks, walking toward your marital chambers which is embarrassing too :)

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. (thoughts ver.)

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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That familiar groan under his weight should've been the first warning sign, but Cregan was too distracted to notice. He was lapping at her pretty cunt, tongue delving as deep as he could go and as thorough as he could be without the motions being too unsteady. Alright maybe he did notice initially, but the thought was very quickly shoved to the back of his mind—especially when his pretty wife was trying to rock herself onto his nose, letting out the most quiet of whimpers muffled by their sheets. His ears were focused on her and her only.

With her pearl rubbing against his bridge and his cock feeling so strained in his trousers, no one could really blame him for forgetting about the delicate state of the bed in an instant. Last time they’d gotten particularly frantic in their lovemaking, there had been a low snap somewhere beneath the mattress, a taunt that he was probably too hefty to be moving so much. But winter was coming, a man’s gotta eat…in more ways than one.

By the time he’d recalled they should begin to take it easy on the bed, he was already balls deep behind her, hands gripping the flesh of her ass like a lifeline. He was suffocating in the best way, cock nestled inside, fogging his brain with nothing but instinct. And then she started begging. By then, well, he decided they needed a new bed anyway—six moons wasn’t too bad. Lasted longer than the previous replacement. Three harsh, unrelenting spanks bloom red on her backside as she squeezes around him, sending his blood pumping to the beat of an imaginary war drum. It would be a miracle from the Gods if she wasn’t pregnant by mid-summer. Cregan just couldn’t help himself.

Rutting against her like a man starved, the right side of the bed almost completely collapses, caving in and nearly throwing him off balance. His wife gasped, pleasure momentarily halted as she looked back at him. “Again? Seriously? I told you to write to him last time, did you?” The answer was no, no he did not. “It might have…slipped…my mind.” He murmured, trying to ignore the throbbing in his full balls. They had a silent conversation of glares and a sheepish grin. Then she concedes. “...We might as well finish then. I doubt it can get any worse.”

It could, actually. And it did. He came hard some twenty minutes later, pounding their hips together with a steady desperation. The dip of the broken side was a little annoying, but manageable. Without the support, the right beams of the canopy end up falling right down. No one was harmed, of course. It was only drapes. Cregan found it almost comical but his wife did not. It was going to be a long letter.

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[bunicate]

mimi i wud die for sum wrio incest ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ i need nii-nii to punish his lil sis when she starts actin up and disobeying ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ pairing ꒱ྀི wriothesley x fem reader — warnings ꒱ incest. fucking in leggings. calling your big brother daddy ? creampie. reader is described as small / 18+

i kept u waiting long enough and Im not sure but I may have strayed a witl bit from whut u said but still ! ! wrio-nii <3 muhehe . some icky thoughts and babbling below nonnie.

believe it or not wriothesley doesn’t necessarily enjoy punishing his little sister, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to it, especially if you’ve been seeking a less-than-innocent reaction out of him. 

it crushes him to say it, but wriothesley knows that his chilling title as duke at the fortress of meropide doesn’t grant him the same freedoms as others. he’s an overseer, a self-appointed role that he carved himself. part of it is to maintain order; the other half is maybe to fulfill his own sentence and snuff out any remnants of the guilt he couldn’t shake off.

naturally, he’s a protector whose hands happen to be bloodied. if it meant guaranteeing the safety of his little sister, he’d fight his way through anything, even if it meant bruised skin and broken bones. to be at the fortress while you remained in the world above was, to say the least, hard, but he’s working around that obstacle.

its some days, like today ( though rare on occasion ) he takes a well-deserved break.

a long shower, a couple of hours in the at home gym to stay dedicated, and then he promises afterwards that he’s all yours. maybe a picnic, a stroll through the town, a shopping trip—whatever you set your sights on, he’d do it; he’d get it because he has the patience of a saint, but that just happened to be the one thing you lacked.

your attempts at seducing him were messily orchestrated. adorable, and innocent, and his cock strained against his sweatpants nonetheless.

wriothesley’s bare chest expands with each deep breath he takes, greedily sucking up the air to calm his lungs and beating heart after he drops his weight.

though away from the world below, he doesn’t stray from his regimen. even when darling little girls strut in loungewear not even appropriate enough to wear in their own homes, offer him water.

he downs it—gulps it incredibly fast and wipes the remnants of water that escape on the back of his hand. he sets the glass down, and he knows that water isn’t the only thing his body is aching for.

the clothes are practically second skin, your nipples are puffy and alert under your shirt from the air conditioning, and the leggings are tight enough to emphasize the chub of your lower lips.

“why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

it’s a silly question he doesn’t bother to answer.one foot behind the other, hands intertwined, you give him that a stare that reveals more than you let on. your tongue delicately swipes your bottom lip, and his eyes follow. he watches closely when your lips do that small bounce from the release of your teeth.

he wants to wipe that doe-eyed look off your face and rip the flimsy pants off. maybe even ruffle up your pretty pigtails, but you’d hate him if he did. yet, it’s only fair for him to tease in return, and wriothesley isn’t too keen on enforcing discipline. but if you want it so bad, he can’t see why he can’t be voracious just this once.

it takes him only a split second to wrangle your body to the floor and push your cheek into the plush mat. he’s pumped with adrenaline; his brute strength nearly knocks the wind out of you.

those fingers that you love so dearly trail down your hips and backside to finally press down on the seat of your leggings—right where your cunt sucked in the fabric. just two of his digits encompass the size of your heat, and they trace the sticky folds through the cloth. your grip on the mat tightens, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

he roughly rips open your leggings, the sudden exposure to air making you gasp. it’s a wide enough hole to display your plump ass and fat little pussy to his icy blues. such thick, succulent lips dressed in a thin layer of your slick that he wanted to lap up selfishly.

his large hand reels back and collides with the flesh of your butt watching it jiggle.

“hnn— !”

your body lurches forward on impact, and wriothesley flexes his thick arms to keep you still.

“shh, shh. s’okay.”

he rubs the fat of your butt briefly before landing another swift strike.

you squeal, “nii-nii! p-pleaseee !”

the arch in your back deepens, and wriothesley licks his lips in anticipation at your show of embarrassment.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t that right?”

he’s dizzy from the sight of your gaping cunt, and he can’t tell whether to spank it, fuck it, or kiss it first.

ultimately, he decides on spitting.

he puckers his lips, and a tiny glob lands right in the center of your pussy, and he eagerly stares as it disappears between your plump folds.

you flinch away reactively from the moist invasion, scrambling on the floor, but your brother overpowers you.

“come on, don’t run from me now, you little brat.” his hold on you tightens, forcing your ass higher up.

wriothesley begins to tug his pants down and pull out his heavy cock. it’s thick and drooling pre-cum from his wide tip, eager to empty his load inside your tiny hole. he gives it a few strokes and watches you wiggle your butt in excitement.

“put it in nii-nii. i'm so messy down there, so you don’t need’ta prep me. . .”

a manicured nail runs down your slit and separates your fold, and nothing but arousal webs across your twitchy cunt.

“fuck .” 

you are messy.

you’re dripping and creaming, and he’s barely started. he takes his own thumbs to spread your lips apart further, like he couldn’t believe it himself. your vagina thumps erratically, pumping out a bubbly, clear fluid. the squelch is disgustingly loud, and he has to fight himself from collecting the salty drops with his tongue.

he whistles in agreement.

“would you look at that? i guess you’re right. this needy cunt can take my fat cock. ”

he's holding his breath when he presses it against your quivering center.

“i always thought you were too little to take it, but your pretty pussy is more than ready for me.”

he rubs the softness of your skin in awe.

you turn your neck slightly to give him a shy smile. “mhm, s’ only for you. . but,” you shake your hips again. “could you put it in, please?”

slick was now stuck between your thighs, staining your already ruined leggings, and you felt dirty, but not enough to overpower the desire to be fucked by your older brother. you were practically humping the air in utter want, but wriothesley doesn’t match your urgency.

“i’m trying, sweetie, but—” the duke makes no effort—he wipes his sloppy mushroom head on your clit, dragging it in messy circles.

“nii-nii is having trouble.”

his pre-cum frothed into a cloud coating your already wet lips, and he hisses when your pussy briefly twitches around his glans. he nudges your opening teasingly but doesn’t bother to push his way through the tight seam.

he shakes his head in faux remorse.

“see, i guess you’re still too little after all."

you throw a small fit, “that’s not true! i can take it!”

he chuckles at your pouting. the hold on your ass digs into your skin as a warning to not get so worked up.

"then what do you suppose we do?”

he spits again, but this time on his shaft, and he drags his hand up just enough for his foreskin to cup the crown of the flushed tip.

"jus’ ruin it—force your cock in. .”

and he didn’t need to be told again.

two beautiful holes, a tight little knot that he can’t wait to split apart one day, and a wet and fat pussy. was he even strong enough to tough it out a little longer?

he looks up towards the ceiling, muttering a brief prayer. you just might kill him, but he's more than ready.

the tight fist around his member squeezes until a thick drop of white plops against the floor. his balls firm and round flutter with every gasp of air you take. his body is in sync with yours, and as soon as his tip pushes against your opening, it stretches—coaxing in his meaty girth. he pushes all the way in until he's sure he can’t go any deeper, and then pulls back out. his cock shines with your wetness, and he takes a few seconds to marvel at where your groins meet.

without warning his hips to mount forward, and he fucks you with purpose—to teach a lesson.

his pace is far from what you predicted; it's much faster and filled with a vigor you weren’t used to. your big brother prefers to handle you with much more care, knowing that you're just a delicate little thing, but he trusts you’ll get used to it.

you proved time and time again to be adaptable, so you keep your ankles crossed and your face down, smushed into the floor, while he uses your body for his own end. his balls, warm and taut, spank your clit unabashedly, turning the screw inside of you. a ring of milk forms at the base of his cock, and the friction pulls noises out of you you didn’t think you were capable of making.

you move to crawl away and put some distance, but wriothesley doesn't let you.

“nah, be still; let nii-nii use you. that’s what little girls are supposed to do, right?”

he laughs, maybe even out of disbelief. each time he tries to convince himself that it will be the last, he still finds himself forcing his cock inside his cock-hungry little sister. and your moans only elevate in pitch as you get closer to that edge.

“yesssss. ah !—hn—you can use me as many times as you want. m'your little stress toy!”

wriothesley grunts loudly. the sound of your lustful proclamations rattling his very being.

“I'm your little girl. keep fuckin’ me, please, nii-nii.”

he doesn’t want to stop.

the recoil of your round ass from the impact of his thrust is a view too otherworldly for him to separate his eyes from. his body accumulates more sweat, and he continues to deliver those fucks that pushes you harder into the floor. your leggings, other than the gaping rip, were thoroughly obliterated, and the mixture of fluids made the fabric darker and stickier.

“! m’almost there, keep going nii-nii. . . s-so close !”

a foggy cloud slows the whirrs in his brain; all of his thinking ceases, and the only thing he can focus on is finishing inside you. to empty his large balls of his salty seed and pull out more of those choked sobs out.

“s’okay baby. relax . i got you.”

“hnn-! hiccup . mmkay ! i love you s’much."

“yeah, nii-nii loves you too, baby. don’t fucking forget it.”

"i won't, d-daddy.”

he stills only for a moment before continuing.

“daddy ? what are you talking about, silly girl?”

he snickers in between moans and claps of skin. did he fuck you that dumb already?

“I’m your brother princess, don’t tell me you forgot.”

you pulse around his cock.

“mhm, but you’re my daddy too.”

he rolls his eyes and smiles.

“i guess i have a pretty daughter to take care of now,” he says and he’s rewarded with your cute mewls and noises of happiness.

he’d kill for you.

again.

he’s a man free of guilt when he’s the closest to you, and it’s why he feels no shame when he delivers one last thrust and pumps your pussy full of his hot semen.

you welcome it, feeling it fill your belly and it takes few minutes for wriothesley to separate himself from you. the minute he pulls out is when he feels robbed of your warmth, he feels naked but satisfied. his cock layered with thick cum fell limp between his legs and he feels relief that his balls were no longer aching with cum ; it was instead leaking from your puffed cunny.

his hands reached out to touch your sensitive pussy, squeezing it to watch the dollops of his seed drip on the gym mat. your legs shake in desire and it’s when reality sinks in.

you didn’t finish and wriothesley makes no move to get you off. he smirks, he’s sure that this time his punishment will keep you in line.

although, only for a bit .

[hyuckiefluff]

hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

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Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants. 

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth. 

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

 "Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right," 

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display. 

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you. 

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress. 

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

[poppy-metal]

i headcanon patrick with a misogyny kink while also maintaining the belief that women are the most wonderful thing to ever grace gods green earth. yeah he fucks you like he hates you and talks down to you like your sole purpose is to get him off, but afterwards he’s the sweetest and he can’t help but kiss and touch and praise you

it's more like he knows you're a slut and knows that he's good at laying pipe so why be shy about it? most of the shit he says is just spur of the moment - pulled from his lips straight from your tight cunt sucking on him - "fuuuck - that's a good fuckin' hole -" because it is, warm and wet, pulsing around him.

your reaction is what makes him continue on with it- the way you arch your back and slam your ass back against him harder as soon as he says it. like the thought of being a hole for him to fuck, a good one at that, just spurred you on - and he groans, always leading by impulse - doesn't really have time to think deeply about it anyway when hes balls deep hitting it from behind on your creaky bed -

he just hunkers down over you some more - his chest brushing your back, as he works his hips so he's thrusting more deeply now - that slap slap slap of his balls against your pussy punching moans from you. "shit, you like that? wanna hear me talk about how fucking hot this pussy is? how it feels suckin' on my dick?"

your fingers curl in your sheets under you, your tits pressed to the bed, your ass bouncing off patricks pelvis with each thrust of his thick cock drilling in and out. his words make your walls clamp vice like around him, and you whine high and long, your hand flying out behind you to grip onto whatever part of him you can reach - finding the meat of his ass, the muscles flexing there as he pounds you - "pat - patrick - oh god - " you sound almost wounded, voice a half gurgle. "fuck me - fuck me on your big cock, yes, yes, yes - use me -"

he laughs - manic and delighted. winds a hand in your hair, fists it and yanks your head back so your cheek to cheek with him, his other hand coming around to wrap around your throat. the scruff on his jaw scratches at your skin a little, the sting in your scalp shooting all the way down to your clit.

"yeah, I'll use you, baby. gonna use this wet pussy to milk my fuckin' balls. you feel them slapping on your clit? feel how full they are? shit - " he feeds you his fingers - your mouth opening immediately to drool around them as he presses them on your tongue. "- need to fuckin cum -" he whines, whines it right into your ear, and goddammit you spasm around him, your toes curl, your body collapses under the weight of him on your bed and he follows you right down, chest pressing you down into the bedding. fuck. " - need to fuckin' cum and you're gonna take it - aw, fuck - you're gonna take every. fucking. drop."

every word punctuated with a rough slap of his pelvis into your ass. he slows to a rocking motion as he settles fully over top of you, nearly smothering you. his lips back at your ear - "tell me what you're going to do."

you struggle to speak - drool spilling down your chin, his fingers still in your mouth, you grip his wrist to pull back just a little, so he can hear you - "im gonna take your cum - "

"uh huh," slap slap slap slap "where?"

"in my pussy - fuck, oh god - please, in my pussy -"

"yeah." patrick closes his eyes. his balls draw up tight, the sack twitching as he feels his orgasm starting to build in the way his thighs start to tremble. "its what you're good for isn't it?"

you squeeze down around him - nod frantically. he burries his face in the back of your neck as he groans - thrusting viciously inside you a few more time before he stills - pumping you full of his load just like the promised he would. kisses hot wet kisses at your skin as he empties himself deep inside your molten hot cunt.

[americanwh0rerstory]

The evans: sex after a fight

CONTAINS: Tate, kyle, jimmy, james

Content warning: dacryphillia, choking kink, unprotected p in v, knife play, blood play, finger sucking

NSFW: Minors DNI. by reading past the cut off any media consumption is your own fault

A/N: it’s my first time writing smut, so it’s poorly written. hopefully it’ll improve in the future🙏

Tate Langdon

feels guilty for arguing with you

doesn’t want to lose you

is gentle and loving with you

holds your hand whilst he fucks you, murmuring apologies in between thrusts

cuddles and aftercare afterwards

… after giving you a half hour to be alone, he slinked back into your room, bringing you into a gentle hug whilst he ran his hand up and down your back. “sorry” he mumbled almost inaudibly into your hair whilst holding you against his chest. “lemme make it up to you” he whispered gently whilst beginning to pull your hoodie over your head, and slipping your panties down so they were bunched around your ankles. he then gently pushed you back onto the bed, laying you down before crawling atop you; he peppered gently kisses along your neck before slowly becoming more needy and aggressive with them, leaving small hickeys in his wake whilst he trailed down your body, whilst he laced his fingers with your own. he also paid extra attention to your tender and sensitive breasts, using his free hand to line his dick with your entrance and slowly push into you whilst he kissed your body. “i love you, im sorry” he mumbled in between gentle thrusts, and kitten licks to your boobs

Frat boy!Kyle Spencer

would not fuck you after a fight unless you explicitly said you wanted it

cuddles, snacks, drinks, and a movie night would be his go to apology for you

if you were to have sex, he’d do so gently and constantly ask for your consent

doesn’t want to make you mad, very mindful of your triggers

“is this good, do you like it?” kyle asks, lifting his head from between your thighs and looking up at you through his lashes with slightly disheveled hair; all he wanted to do was make you feel better - as per your request - and he wouldn’t stop trying until he knew you was happy with him again. “Ky i would’ve stopped you by now it i didn’t like it” you responded gently, using your hands to cup the back of his head and lightly tug on his hair so he would continue, and after a small hum of agreement he did just that. his lips latched around your clit and gently sucked, before using the flat of his tongue to run along your slit. everything he did brought waves of pleasure to you, everything he did would bring you closer and closer to climax. so when you eventually did, he’d look up at you with glistening lips, “was that good? did you like it?” he’d ask almost instantly, hoping his oral skills were good enough to make you forgive him

Jimmy Darling

would lose his temper and drink A LOT before coming to talk to you again

is a mess but gets his point across

uses his hands because he knows how good he is with them (remember his side hustle)

very apologetic after the sex and the next morning

“there ya go, let go baby” he slurs drunkenly to you, his deformed fingers pumping in and out of your tight and wet entrance and bringing you over the edge for the 3rd time that night. tears of pleasure and overstimulation pricked at the corner of your eyes, causing him to smirk ever so slightly “want me to stop, toots?” he’d ask in his ever so cocky tone, looking down at your spent body with a look of satisfaction. even though you had to guide his hand you entrave due to his drunken state, he never once failed to impress you with his abilities, it was just one of many. Once you finally blubbered out a ‘yes’ in response to his question he’d lick his fingers clean, savouring your taste, before gently laying down beside you. “you still mad at me? want me to do another round?” he mumbled with an undeniable smirk plastered on his face, flashing you his charming grin and a wink

James Patrick March

would spoil you with gifts in a hope to earn back your love, he doesn’t wanna risk losing it

would offer to murder someone for you, and let you partake if it’s your kinda thing

definitely have sex with you whilst covered in blood afterwards

showers you with compliments

despite you being mad at him, he couldn’t resist a little bit of minor knife and blood play

“I killed him, dearest” james states with a grin when he re-enters your hotel room, still wearing the leather mask he wore for the murders which slightly muffled his velvet-smooth brahmin accent. without taking his mask off, he drags the bloodied dagger along your clothes perfectly so they’d fall off and expose your body to him. “you look ravishing as always, like a renaissance piece” he’d say with a grin, a grin so big it was evidential in his voice. He gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth, the metallic taste of someone’s blood filling your senses. “come now, let me show you how perfect and ravishing you are” he’d say, using his free hand to gently push you back onto the bed. he’d then remove all his clothes aside from the mask, sliding himself into you with a soft groan. “perfect, heavenly even” he murmurs before removing his hand from your mouth and wrapping it lightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but just enough that it was pleasurable. he pumped in and out of you, lightly choking you whilst secretly staring at how your boobs bounced with every thrust, prompting him to go a bit faster and bring him to his inevitable climax. “you’re simply splendid, dear, not even words can describe how perfect you are”

A/N: i was gonna inclure kai but tumblr started lagging rlly bad. my requests r open. NOT PROOFREAD BTW

[zbis]

some legal line reaction to accidently ejaculating on your face

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut

jiwoong ⍣ ೋ

he was so lost in how good your mouth felt around him that he hadn’t realized he bucked his hips up and came on your face. well to be fair, he painted himself across your chest first and then made his way up so you can’t be too upset. he would breathe out still in post nut bliss and only snap out of it once you became a spluttering mess. “jiwoong!” you try to scold. he would feel bad for not giving you a heads up but now you look so pretty covered in his cum <3 “you knew what you were doing pumping my cock after taking it out your mouth” moves your hair out of your face and has no problem pumping the rest of his cum on you. has basically little to no remorse.

the main thing that turns him on is your gaging noises, loves hitting the back of your throat because it’s so tight.

matthew ⍣ ೋ

“ha- ha hm” he would be panting so hard trying to chase that high. probably is holding your head in place with one or both hands, slamming it into his crotch haphazardly. “fuck ah im-“ he groans out, letting his cum fill up your mouth. is too jaded to realize that he’s using your mouth as a fleshlight to fill bc it’s so warm that it feels too good to remove right away. once he realizes what he did he would remove his hands from your head immediately and push himself away slightly. is shocked at himself but also still turned on(?). studies your cum-covered face and gets hard again in an instant. apologizes for suffocating you but doesn’t apologize for the precum dripping down his cock as you look at him annoyed. “fuck it’s just- so hot”

secretly hopes that you drink up every last drop, though unintentional.

gyuvin ⍣ ೋ

is a whining, whimpering mess. he’s so sloppy it’s no wonder he came all over you. tries to move away once he feels it creeping up on him but fuck- you won’t let him go. questions how you know how to pleasure him so well. starts to rock his hips to keep up with your pace. would look away for a moment all flustered but feels your gaze on him and once he looks down is over. don’t look at him while your licking kitty stripes across his length. “fuck-“ is still rocking his hips as you pump him dry. once he’s calmed down he can’t look at you in the face afterwards. it’s only when you speak up that he sees what he’s done. “fuck im s’ sorry- I just-“

he can never go back to regular masturbating after this. can only get off with your mouth.

[ashdreams2023]

hey can I request some soulmate headcanons for loki pls? Im such a sucker for soulmate au’s lol

Babe me too!

Loki soulmate headcaons

Loki thought he had no soulmate, it took centuries, even though Thor assured multiple times that it’s not the end of the world

He was just secretly scared of being alone

But when he first saw you it was like a being struck by lightning and not Thor’s painful one

It felt like his body was weak and full of life for the first time ever

He makes it his mission to get you

Thor has never seen his brother so pumped up about someone like this before

Expect all his attention to be on you and follow you around like a stray cat

Let’s be real he is a stray cat, give him enough head scratches and food and he’s all yours

Would admire every single detail about you, like he would touched your hands brushes his lips over them and look at how delicate they are

Being near you makes him so calm he always ends up sleeping if you two cuddle

You always feel safe when he’s around, your anxiety decreases with his presences

It’s almost insane how much sleep he could get now and not feel restless afterwards

Sees you as nothing but perfect because the heavens know being his soulmate isn’t easy

"Will you forgive me my love?" "You’re lucky you’re cute"

Who dares says you’re not perfect, you’re his and he is yours, people should know their place when talking about you!

Always touching you in some sort of way because he feels a weird buzz when you’re not in eyesight

If you give him a kiss he will want more, it’s a losing battle so heads up

Places tons of protection charms and becomes really worried when he doesn’t know where you are

Sometimes he buys you random things to make you all giddy just because he can

Will buy you like one of those promise rings but expect something fancy

"You don’t have to do all of this you know"

"But I do, you’re my soulmate and handpicked for me, I shall treasure you as much as I see fit"

[l0v3tast3]

More young!reader and 141 maybeeee? I feel like I just need more headcanons and drabbles

Also maybe like, 141 reacting to reader randomly dropping information like "well, my mum's an alcoholic and she used to beat me"

And this is me speaking from experience cause I do that and like 🥲

✎ i think i got this request like almost a month ago now i am. so sorry lmao but i'm actually getting to it and that's what counts right? right. i pumped this out in like 2 hours which if you knew how i write you would be very impressed 😎

✎ tags: young!reader, military!reader, not proofread im too cool for that, just general fluff like one mention of simon being angsty about u dying ig?

♡ so soap and the reader are definitely really good friends. i don't really think he's like super "mushy"? i guess? like some people make him out to be (not that there's anything wrong with that i love that trope) because like, look at him. i love him but some of the stuff he says in the games is like super fucking #militaryman if that makes sense lmao

♡ you're friends in a sibling kind of way. you make fun of each other all of the time and play pranks with (and on) each other. he goes rough on you when you're sparring but always makes sure you're okay afterwards. a lot of the time he talks to you like you're a little kid in an annoying tone just to piss you off.

♡ simon definitely didn't really want to like you at first, partly because he didn't want to get close to you in case you died or got seriously injured or captured or whatever else could possibly happen. but you literally weaseled your way in as his friend.

♡ after a few weeks of being with the team, you picked up on their likes and dislikes. in particular, you learned which foods simon liked at the cafeteria, you learned what kind of books he read, etc. etc. and so ensued you doing nice things for him.

♡ you would grab him the protein bar he liked from the vending machine when you went to grab yourself or someone else something. if you went somewhere with cheap books, you would grab him one that was similar to what you saw him reading last. you always made it a point to get him cheap things so you could refuse if he tried to pay you back.

♡ most of the time, though, he would say he didn't want it when you handed it to him. you would just shrug and tell him to give it to someone else (you see him with whatever you got him not long after). other times, you'll just sit down next to him and talk to him out of nowhere. towards the beginning, it was more of you talking at him, but that was okay with you. it took longer than the others, but you wormed your way into his cold heart.

♡ price is your new father. he gives you advice on literally everything, whether or not you ask for it (you almost never do). he does the dad thing of the hands on the hips and legs kinda spread while he explains the topic in depth. he has a very vast wealth of knowledge, you come to learn.

♡ i feel like one time you would comment on price's outfit, saying it looked good and matched well one day and he would kind of take it to heart. from then on he'll occasionally ask you how his outfit is that day. he'll play it off as if he's joking, but deep down he's actually curious. you always make fun of him for the hat that's seemingly glued to his head, though.

♡ gaz fully leans into becoming your older brother. he doesn't deny it, he just laughs when someone says anything. also i feel like he'll literally do anything you want to do. he'll go shopping with you, he'll go to bookstores or antique stores or crystal places, literally anywhere. it's gotten to the point where you just tell him to go with you and he just grabs his coat.

♡ he also will play any video game with you and he always beats you at it. it literally does not matter if he's never even heard of this random game you just pulled out of some alternate dimension, he'll be better than you at it. he's also absolutely clueless about his natural talent; if you ask him what the hell he's doing right, he's just like "huh? 🤨🤨"

♡ yeah in regards to randomly dropping trauma like it's nothing, it's definitely a smack in the face to all of them. they talk about the time they almost died in a firefight or when they got shot several times over, but they don't talk about the "deep" stuff.

♡ so it's like, you say some shit like "yeah my [super close person] died when i was really young that was #rough lol" and they all just slowly turn their heads to you like "what the actual fuck did you just say" and you're just like "what's going on why did we stop talking 🧐"

♡ they either move on to a new conversation after several long moments of silence or you just don't notice and continue talking like you didn't just give them mental whiplash.

♡ also so like i'm the type of person that loves clutter and just wants to decorate the hell out of my apartment n shit right? so like if you're also that kind of person and you just amass all this stuff in your room and put in shelves and lamps and posters and pictures covering every wall (even though it's probably against some military code or rules or whatever) and they got a peek they're just like "what the fuck"

♡ every time price sees it he tells you to clean it up but it's half-hearted at best. you tell him he's just jealous of all of your cool stuff, and he secretly is (if you're a mini-fridge kind of person he would definitely want to steal it from you).

♡ if you don't really decorate your room that much or just don't have a lot of stuff, they all get you little things to clutter up your space with. kyle and you come up with a system of buying each other a gift whenever you go shopping together, and he's good at remembering what you like.

♡ i think simon likes carving wood in his spare time, and you'll see him doing this and say that's really cool and good, and he's always just like "ya want it?" and tosses it at you. you don't bother asking if he's sure he wants to give it to you because he already pulled out another block of wood to carve into.

♡ they all also will fight literally anyone for you once you all get closer. you're probably one of, if not the youngest person working in the entire compound and they know how people talk, and if they hear anyone saying anything bad about you for any reason they shut that shit down immediately. you are good, in every aspect, and they all will let everyone know that.

[tinkerbelle05]

could you maybe write a miles(either one) x black!fem!reader, and he’s doing that super cute tik tok where he does the voice over for the reader’s makeup tutorial

TikTok Video

Characters: 1610!Miles x black!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the request luv 💙

Warning: none :)

“Hey guys it’s Miles so my girl wants me to do her voiceover for her makeup.” He starts out the video, saying. She’s been asking him for weeks about this TikTok trend and well it couldn’t hurt?

The video showed you on camera and you gave a big smile showing off your braces. Then you showed a bottle on the screen. It was a clear bottle with a black pump.

“Um okay so I think that's the primer that she’s putting on right now. Because primer goes first. Like I don’t really know what it does to be honest. But it makes her face shiny and she likes that.” He explains.

Next you showed off a tube of dark brown liquid with a white cap. You put some on a sponge and dabbed that on your face lightly. Not all over of your face though, just the forehead and cheeks.

“Okay so next this is her skin tint. Yea she don’t really like foundation—says it’s too cakey, whatever that means— and the pink sponge she using is a beauty blender. But sometimes she be using her fingers, she told me they work the same for her.” He told them next.

Next you show off your eyeliner to the camera and use that.

“Okay so next it’s eyeliner. I love it when she does her eyeliner long and dramatic like that. She looks so freaking pretty with that.” He complimented, “Look at her showing off. She know she beautiful.”

Next you show off a blush compact that’s nearly empty. It’s a pretty mauve color and you have a big fluffy brush in your other hand.

“Okay so next she’s putting on blush. Oh! That’s the one I got for her birthday like two months ago. How is it already gone? Does blush go that fast?” He was astonished.

Next you pull out multiple products. A brown lipstick, a clear lip gloss, and an eyebrow pencil. You started to apply the products accordingly.

“Oh okay so now she doing this lip combo she be seeing on tiktok. But I like her usual, it’s this dark pink one.”

Then you show off a spray bottle and begin spraying that on your face. Afterwards you give another smile and a blow a kiss.

“Um okay I’m gonna be deadass, I have 0 idea of what that’s supposed to do but like look at that smile y’all. She’s soo pretty. Well, peace out guys.” And like that video ended.

And of course, people were eating that up in the comments. Many people were saying how cute y’all were, some complimented his voice and your beauty. As well as your kinda sorta makeup tutorial and how good you were at it.

It was such a cute video and to thank Miles for his participation, you showered him in kisses all over of his face.

Credits: @luvjunie for the gif

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[sciderman]

im so happy for you that you have a possible reason/cause for your brain itch!!!! i hope the tumor removal goes superduper smoothly. Do they know how long its been present/growing???????? how did you find out??? <- you obviously do not have to answer these personal medical questions lmao im just!!!! so curious and excited for you.

from what i've discussed with the docs it's been there for a LONG time... they say this sort of thing might take up to a decade to develop - it doesn't happen overnight!

i think i started noticing symptoms about maybe... 7 years ago? literally as soon as i started working full-time, maybe. my first job stressed me out so much and i cried underneath the tables at 8pm because i couldn't leave the office, i still had so much to do. i was leading up an entire ass animation department at 20 years old. bad. awful. that's when i started depending on things to get me through the day. my body started feeling awful. i thought it was anxiety, or me just being weak, i guess. i don't know if stress created the tumor, or the tumor created the stress - (well, it's the latter now) i think it's probably both, but all the research i've done and what the doctors have said is that there's just - some people with a genetic predisposition for it.

it's funny - i never miss a deadline, and i'm really really good at my job, always. i never let anyone down, ever, at the cost of my own sanity, and i seem to always, always have it put-together when i'm dealing with people - i have the constant consensus from everybody around me that i'm the most cheerful person to work with on this here planet earth - but apparently, my body was falling apart underneath it all - which i failed to recognise, because outwardly i was holding it together so well, and figured it was just normal to cry all the time when nobody was looking.

i started really noticing it after taking on a lot of freelance work on top of my day job – i was really doing very hot, and did these amazing projects for some really amazing clients who sought me out for being amazing (i am amazing) - but naturally, had consecutive nights of no sleep, and quick deadlines - and INVOICING... screams. and just, realised - after taking those jobs that - my heart did not stop pumping afterwards. my heart was still racing a mile a minute, even after all those jobs were done and dusted and ever-so-loved and appreciated by very happy clients. my heart. wouldn't. stop.

i figured it was MAJOR anxiety, and sought out some counselling sessions, hoping they'd help. i relayed my woes. i said i'm worried i'm not resting enough. i'm not sleeping enough. my heart rate won't go down. they said "oh. not everybody needs 8 hours sleep, don't worry about it. everyone's different." - for some reason that reassured me. i thought it was okay. okay. i don't need rest. maybe my body's just different and doesn't need rest. maybe that's why i wake up at 6am every morning without fail. i just don't need sleep, i guess. (bad advice.)

so – everyone is telling me i'm okay. i should just get on. you're barely sleeping? that's fine, you probably don't need it. your heart is pumping? that's healthy. your heart SHOULD pump, idiot. get back to work.

i felt very unhappy at work - i felt like i was stagnating - so i moved job, last year. i moved job to one that was so, so much more fast-paced. i thought the excitement and change would do me good - but i've been facing maybe - 3 deadlines a day? vs my previous one-deadline-a-month arrangement. and i think it broke me. i needed to depend on so many unhealthy habits to get me through the day. i needed like 6 energy drinks, 3 coffees, i'd have the shakes, i'd have the jitters, i'd feel like i was going to fall apart every single day.

and then, one day, i did.

one week last year i doubled over - my body was in so much pain that i couldn't sleep, i couldn't eat, and worst off - i couldn't work. it was the first time i'd taken sick leave - i couldn't function. after being on antibiotics that didn't work, i eventually went into the emergency room because i just couldn't sleep. i couldn't do anything. i didn't care if they put me down, i wanted the pain to end.

she was a kidney stone. her name was sharon (sharon stone) - i suspect it was all the energy drinks that made her. i've dealt with her now. but during the process, the doc pulled me aside, and he said "dear. do you have any pain in your other kidney?"

i said... no............... why?

doc said "ah. problem for another time."

so, once sharon was dealt with, obviously i had to chase up on that doctor's ominous warning. i said "WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY OTHER KIDNEY!!"

you have a tumor, dear. his name is lamar. he's on your right adrenal gland, and we suspect he's messing up all your hormones.

i did my own research, and turns out all these crazy, mysterious symptoms i've been having all line up - so i chased, and chased, and chased.

the doctors didn't take me seriously at first. because i guess i'm not in pain, and i handle it so well. i'm still so strong. i'm a fighter, i guess. whatever. but, turns out...

it's worth it to chase. your life might depend on it. i'm so glad i did, because there's an end to my suffering (dear god, i hope) - but, guys, if your heart won't slow, and you chronically can't relax, and you feel like there are bees in your brain - that's the time to do some research. it isn't normal, actually. and sure - it might not be a tumor, but - kid, you need some support. you need some help. you need to ask some questions. it's not okay for that to be your baseline. your body needs to rest. it needs to rest. even if i have to force it to. it has to rest.

right now i'm in a major stressed way, and i broke down and cried. i'm in the middle of a freelance job, and in the middle of an interviewing process for a new full-time job, and still working my current full-time job with 3 deadlines a day, and my surgery is next week. and i feel like crying. all the time.

i can't wait for rest. i hate that i literally have to be hospitalised to get it. but, i'll get it. i'm going to rest so fucking hard.

[megalony]

Babysitting Duties

This is a James Wilson (House MD) imagine based on a request by a lovely anon. I hope you like it.

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Summary: So that James and (Y/n) can go out on a date, House offers to babysit their daughter. As always, things don't go exactly to plan.

Enjoy.

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"You needed a consult?" James glanced between House and the patient before he gingerly walked inside and closed the door behind him.

When his pager went off and the very brief message from House said he wanted a consult in the clinic, alarm bells started to ring. James knew the only reason House would send for him like this was because he was either bored or wanted to chat about something, he would never actually want to confer about a patient. Not unless he suspected cancer was a cause or the team were stumped with a diagnosis, and that didn't happen in the clinic.

"Are you free tonight?"

"I'm gonna say no, why?" His tone was skeptical and his eyes kept flitting across to the patient sitting on the bed in the middle of the compact room. James didn't know where this conversation was going and he didn't want to have it in front of a stranger, patient or not.

"Fancy seeing a play?" Without turning his head, House produced two tickets from his pocket and handed them over before he scribbled down on his prescription pad and waved it in front of the patient. "Go take this to the chemist for your 'friend' and the problems will go away. Leave." As cynical as ever, he motioned for the man to get down and he skimped off with a sympathetic look from James on his way out.

"You want to see a stage play?"

Confusion set in James's face and he glanced back down at the two tickets he was now holding before looking over at House again. He knew House's tastes, he liked melodramas on tv and monster truck rallies and car races. Going to the theatre wasn't something House particularly enjoyed, he was knowledgeable about plays but he didn't like them.

"Me, God no. I said do you want to see a play."

"You're just giving me free tickets, why?" There had to be some kind of catch. He knew House long enough to know this wasn't some kind of friendly gesture, there had to be a reasoning behind it.

"I saved a patient's life and he gave me two tickets to a sappy play. I don't wanna go, you like that sort of thing so you take them."

House didn't treat patients on the basis that he would get rewards, favours or treats afterwards. This was his job, it wasn't something he did in his spare time for rewards, but the patient had been so grateful he thought it was normal to go out and buy tickets for House to see a play. If it had been tickets for monster trucks, things would be entirely different. House would be excited, pumped up and he would drag James along with him without asking, he would be telling him they were going out.

But it was a waste of money and perfectly good tickets if House didn't give them away and didn't go. He may as well let his friend enjoy a night out, they were free tickets too.

"Oh," There wasn't exactly a catch, House didn't want anything in return, but this wasn't him just being polite. He was being reasonable, there was a difference. "Well, thanks, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"The tickets are for tonight and I can't get a babysitter at short notice like this. Sorry."

With a shrug, James held the tickets back out towards House who had a deep frown setting into his brow and a stern look forming on his lips.

If he had a days notice or more, then it wouldn't be a problem and he would gratefully take the tickets. He and (Y/n) hadn't had a night out alone together in ages and they both enjoyed the theatre. But James knew there was no way he could find anyone to look after Josie this soon with little notice. His daughter wasn't a menace or a trouble maker, by all means Josie was a delight to look after, but she was nervous.

They tended to have family members babysit and look after her or her daycare when James and (Y/n) were both at work. She couldn't have anybody new looking after her, Josie had to get used to them or she would panic and cry and scream until either parent came and took her back home. And James knew neither his nor (Y/n)'s family could have her at short notice.

"I'll do you a trade. Take the tickets and I'll take Josie."

"You'll watch her?" Something akin to a smile formed on Wilson's lips but there was apprehension behind his eyes.

He had never left Josie under House's watch before, not since she was born and even then that hadn't been for very long. But it wasn't an awful idea, Josie loved House, she saw him often enough and she thought his antics were funny. She would be perfectly fine being left with House and as brilliant as he was, a small part of him was mentally her age. It might just work.

"Why not? She's not in nappies anymore and you can feed her, it'll be easy." House had watched over her when she was a baby and he wasn't a fan of changing her or the constant bottle feeds she needed. Now she was four, almost five, it would be a lot easier to babysit her. He wouldn't need the stress of changing her nappies or getting her bathed and ready for bed, he would leave that for James and (Y/n) to do. And they could feed her before she left so all he had to do was sit with her and stay entertained until she fell asleep.

"Okay, thanks." James pocketed the tickets before he turned towards the door, he had a patient to see to. "I'm not paying you though."

"What? Hey now if I'm-"

"Be at mine no later than six." A smirk pulled at James's lips as he exited the room and left House mulling over what he had let himself in for.

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"Are we sure about this?"

"It's too late to back out now, besides it's second row tickets." Leaning forward, (Y/n) looped her arms around James's neck and pressed her chest up against his back. She had to lean up on her tiptoes to tuck her face into his neck and press a butterfly kiss to his jaw that caused him to shiver against her.

They couldn't very well say no now, not when House would be here at any moment and Josie was already settled and awaiting him to come and spend the evening with her. Not to mention that they were already dressed and prepared to finally have an evening to themselves.

"Hm, I suppose so." James brought his hands up to hold (Y/n)'s arms and tilted his head so he could kiss her cheek.

(Y/n) grinned when he turned around in her arms and bound his arms tightly around her waist, keeping her flush against his chest and he almost lifted her up off her feet when he reeled her closer. Her arms stayed looped around his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair when he tilted his head down to kiss her.

As if on cue, the simultaneous doorbell and the sound of House's cane rapping on the door flooded the air. James groaned against her lips and his fingers dug into her hips for a second or two before he slowly reeled back.

"Best not keep him waiting," (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, kissing him again quickly before she backed up and headed over to the door. "Perfect timing, as always Greg." (Y/n) rolled her lips together but something sparkled in her eyes when she watched him rake his eyes up and down her dress before he whistled.

It wasn't anything too fancy, just a black knee-length dress than fanned out around her thighs and had spaghetti straps on her shoulders. But (Y/n) knew it was the low V-shape that framed her chest which got House's attention and caused his wide smirk in her direction as he walked in.

"I think I should be the one to take you out tonight, you'd look better on my arm… or in my bed-"

"House! Don't hit on my wife." James rose a brow before he shrugged on his jacket while House rolled his eyes and headed into the living room.

"Fine, I suppose you can take her."

(Y/n) gave him a sideways glance and half a smile before she walked round him and bent down in front of the sofa where Josie was waiting patiently. She had her hair neatly done into two plats after her bath, she was wearing her new pumpkin pyjamas and on the coffee table was an array of games she had gotten ready so House could choose what they could do. The four year old was more than excited to spend the evening with him.

"Alright baby, we won't be home late. Be good for uncle House, okay?"

"I will." She scuttled forward into her mother's arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek and a tight hug around her neck before (Y/n) stood up, kissing her temple as she moved.

"She's had tea, if she wants to stay up with you that's fine. Oh, and please don't give her milk, she's allergic. I think that's everything."

"See you soon, sweetheart." James leaned over the back of the sofa and rested his hand on her cheek when she tilted her head back to look up at him. He kissed her temple, smiling against her skin when she patted his hand and he leaned back upright and turned to House. "Ring me if you have any problems-"

"We won't."

"Alright, just… be careful, please?" James ran his fingers through his hair, tousling the strands a little until (Y/n) reached out to hold his arm.

He loved House, he was like family to them, but James knew how Josie could be and he knew how House was when he interacted with people, even if he was a little softer with kids. James couldn't help but worry, they didn't often leave Josie other than for work and they had no idea what kind of antics House was going to get up to tonight.

"We'll be fine, no shoo." House waved his cane towards them before he shrugged off his back pack and flopped down onto the sofa next to Josie who giggled.

A soft look passed over House's face when she scuttled over and perched herself on his good leg, knowing not to sit on his lap like she did with her dad because it would hurt him. Her hands patted his chest excitedly before she leaned over and leaned her chin up on his chest.

"Uncle House, I have games we can play."

Brilliant, I love winning."

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"Uncle House, isn't that one mine?" Josie's innocent eyes stared up at House from where she was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table to him. She smiled sweetly like she was hussling him and pointed to the place on the Monopoly board where he had just landed, praying she wasn't paying as much attention to the game as he was.

It wasn't the version of Monopoly House liked to play, this was the junior version for little kids and it was still a bit too old for Josie to be playing, but she was trying her best.

"Yes," He responded with a roll of his eyes but he supressed a smirk when she held her small palm out across the table.

"Money please,"

With a sigh and a shake of his head, House handed over a few paper notes that Josie quickly added to her large pile. He was glad she was too young to be able to count properly or read the numbers on the notes. Since they were colour coordinated, House had told her the white ones were the biggest amounts of money so she thought she had lots when really she had a big pile of ones.

"You're just like your mother." He muttered to himself before handing her the dice.

He watched her move her colourful piece around the board until he tapped on the right space where she needed to stop. At this point he was winning both by intelligence and a little cheating and as fun as it was to win, he liked more intelligent opponents.

"What?" He mumbled with a shake of his head when she stared up at him with those big eyes that were full of uncertainty and questions.

"Why do you have all the houses?"

"Because I'm in charge. Come on, let's watch tv." House messily shoved all the pieces and cards back into the box and folded the board up to put it away. He knew she was starting to get tired now and he was bored of playing, they had gone through four games and stopped hallway through when both of them got bored and their attention spans ran out.

For a second or two, House froze when Josie climbed up onto the sofa and easily scuttled under his arm. She tucked her knees up to her stomach and leaned into House's chest, grinning when he slowly draped his arm over her side.

He grabbed the tv remote and started flicking through the channels, something told him Josie wouldn't care what he put on, she seemed like she would go with anything and he liked that. He didn't want to sit watching kiddy cartoons or listening to childish songs that he despised but for some reason got stuck in his head anyway.

"What's this, who watches this?" House scanned through the shows and movies that had recently been recorded but paused over one that was clearly a Spanish tv show on series record.

"Oh, that's daddy's show. He's learning Spanish," Josie shimmied more into House's side causing him to pause for a moment and glance down at her.

"Not anymore,"

He waited until she was comfy next to him before he pressed delete.

"Pet Cemetery, classic. What's the password?" House tried to play the movie on record but Josie only giggled into his side and shook her head.

"Daddy said you can't have password," This afternoon before they left, James had told her that uncle House would mostly likely try and watch some weird or scary stuff and if he tried she should tell him off because he would listen to her. He also told her not to show House where the tv password was written down in the drawer beneath the tv so he couldn't watch anything other than PG rated movies or shows.

James wasn't going to leave House in charge and let him give Josie nightmares, whether he meant to or realised it or not.

"Your daddy's silly." House settled on Ghostbusters, it was something he could easily sit through and something Josie would probably find funny rather than scary.

Leaning down, House rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a bottle of Pepsi and a plastic bag full of a variety of sweets. He needed to keep himself entertained somehow and he was feeling peckish. but one thing he was sure of was that he was glad he had gone through with this and come round to look after Josie. He liked spending time with his Goddaughter, she was a welcomed break from the idiots that surrounded him in the hospital and the team he worked with.

"Can I have a sweetie, please?" Despite how tired she was starting to feel, Josie peeked over at the bag on House's other side. She was always partial to a sweet, just like her mum.

"Go on." He moved the bag so it was between their knees so they could each take some. House was starting to see that he was becoming like Wilson, a push over when it came to the four year old. She could wrap both of them around her finger without even trying. House never shared his food, sweets or alcohol, even Wilson had to try hard to get some.

A comfortable silence enveloped them as they munched away on the random sweets House had brought along. And every now and then he felt Josie jump against his side or giggle to herself, he could tell she hadn't seen this movie before. And he could also tell that she was slowly starting to fall asleep.

He wasn't going to bother with her bedtime routine because frankly, he couldn't be bothered to get her through that and into bed and deal with her waking up. House knew what she was like, she would only keep waking up asking if her parents were back yet or when they would be home.

She was a nervous kid and she would feel better staying up with House until her parents came home so they could tuck her into bed.

House was drifting off into his own world until Josie jolted him back to reality.

The little girl jumped forward until her head was almost on her knees but it was the way she was trembling and waving her hands that told him something was wrong.

"What, what's up?"

Reaching out, House held her by her sides and turned her round so she was facing him. He paled when he saw the fright in her eyes and when she waved her hands near her throat and no screams, gasps or noises left her throat, he realised she was choking on a sweet.

"Stay still girlie, you're fine." An unusual tenderness flooded through House's voice when he firmly cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up. He tapped a finger against her lips so she would open her mouth wider and he could assess whether he could see the sweet or not.

Josie snapped her eyes closed that were already starting to water and she went floppy letting House yet again move her around. His hands held her sides and he sat her down on his lap facing away from him, ignoring the burning it caused in his thigh.

"Lean forward," House tilted her forward and lined the base of his palm up between her shoulder blades before he sent three sharp smacks to her back to try and jolt the sweet free. He could feel the way she shook against him and he quickly moved his left arm round her side and planted his palm against her chest to keep her steady so she didn't topple to the floor.

Josie's hands continued to wave at her sides and scratch at her throat out of panic and when House leaned round to look at her, he noticed her lips had started to pale from lack of oxygen.

"Alright, let's try another round."

House hated to do the hymnic on children, he had to be much more careful than when doing this on an adult and this was Josie. This was his little Goddaughter, he didn't want to hurt her even if it was to save her.

With his hand curled into a fist and the knuckle of his thumb sticking out, he jabbed his fist into her lower sternum just above her small bellybutton. After three goes, he groaned and his lips pressed tighter together while his brows furrowed in anger and concentration. This was the first time he had looked after her in a long while, he couldn't be taking her to A&E from choking on a sweet on his watch. He couldn't be explaining this to James and (Y/n), they would never let him babysit again and despite what he tried to tell everyone, he actually enjoyed being with her.

"Come on!"

Another two rough smacks between her shoulder blades sent a lemon sherbet flying past her pale lips and they both watched it rattle across the coffee table and stick to one of the magazines.

A sigh of utter relief left House's lips and he threw his head back when Josie started to cry. It was like music to his ears after having her choke, crying meant she was conscious, had no blockage in her throat and was relatively alright. No lack of oxygen to her brain, she hadn't choked long enough for that to happen and he had helped her swiftly.

"U-uncle House…" Josie wailed quietly, sniffling and bubbling saliva between her lips. She couldn't see anymore due to the tremendous amount of tears flooding her face.

He gently turned her around to face him, a lot less tension in his arms and more care in his touch now.

In an instant, Josie's arms wrapped around his neck and she let her front fall onto his chest and her knees caved and bent into his stomach but he stiffled the groan of pain it caused. He let her snot and whimper into his neck while he rubbed his hand up and down her back, unknowingly humming a tune in her ear to calm her down.

"I got you, girlie, shh. No more sweets though."

A few coughs left her lips and vibrated into House's neck but he could feel her slowly starting to calm down against him and he rocked her in his arms. She was tired now, exhausted and shocked, he knew she was going to fall asleep soon and the sooner the better as it would help her feel better.

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"That's sweet," (Y/n) kept one arm looped around James's arm while she fumbled for her phone and quickly took a picture of the scene in front of them.

House was stretched out on the sofa, head back on a cushion and mouth open with quiet snores leaving his lips every now and then. He had his bad leg hanging off the side of the sofa, but laid out on his chest was Josie. Her head was tucked under his chin, her arms were hooked around his neck and she was dribbling onto his shirt. They had a blanket draped across them and the end of Ghostbusters was playing on the tv.

"Sweetheart, we're home." James whispered quietly while he bent down beside the sofa.

Once Josie's eyes started to flutter, James leaned across and carefully eased her off of House's chest and took her into his arms. She needed to go to bed, it was late and she was going to make House wake up with aches and pains if she continued to lay on him and crush his chest. And House was asleep which was a good thing, he could crash on the sofa for the night and stay for breakfast in the morning.

Josie curled up into James's arms, burying her face into his neck and smiling when she felt him kissing her head repeatedly while he walked towards the kitchen and (Y/n) busied herself trying to make House more comfortable. His hand rubbed up and down her back and he smiled into her hair until she murmured something and wriggled against him.

"My back hurts," She whispered quietly causing James to frown. When he got to the kitchen, he leaned back against the counter, briefly grabbing her a cup of juice before he brushed his cheek against hers so he could look down at her back.

Slowly, he hooked his finger under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up but he took a sharp breath when he saw the beginnings of light bruising between her shoulders.

What had she done while they were out?

"Oh, baby what happened?"

He could feel her nuzzling her cheek against his and she brought her closed fist up to rub her button nose as she tried to look at him but she was too tired to keep her eyes open.

"Uncle House saved me,"

"Oh yeah, what did he save you from baby?" Amusement and worry both flashed in his eyes as he waited impatiently for her answer.

Had she been running around while House wasn't watching and had a fall? Did she try to play hide and seek or play a game and it went wrong and House had to patch her up? Josie herself didn't seem to upset or worried which calmed Wilson down. She seemed like she had had a good night, there were sweet wrappers across the floor, board games out on the table and a movie on tv so House had kept her entertained.

"A sweetie got stuck," Tilting her head back on his shoulder, Josie tiredly pointed to her throat, "He got it out."

Something rattled down Wilson's spine and his arms tightened around his daughter when he looked back over at her back before he growled. She had choked on a sweet. House had given her the hymnic manoeuvre to stop her from choking. He knew she was four, he knew hard boiled sweets, gobstoppers and overall touch candies that House himself loved, would be too much for Josie but he had let her have them and she had choked.

"House!"

[dsaf-confessions]

CW discussion of suicide

Oh yea, Dave's pure insatiable desire to live. I'm insane about that. No matter what, he's persisted, he's lived through poverty and homelessness and abuse and so much fucking pain and hatred and heartbreak and suicidal ideation is never mentioned in the storyline, and in all honesty, I think he never considered it as an option. His pure disposition has coerced him to stick to life like a cockroach, and truly, there's a question of knowing when to quit with that, taking davetrap into consideration. I think this is something so interesting to reflect on, his vivacity and love for life, pure inability to not stick around, it's truly impressive. But why? God, it's truly difficult to get to the bottom of, is it his entire personality from birth? Was it the environment he grew up in? The pump and grind of the New Yorker streets as a homeless young boy, freshly kicked out of a horrific orphanage, did that need of daily survival recontextualise his entire life? I think that's something to consider, that system of finding food, water, shelter, and simple plesures formed him thoroughly, there's no other option than to work through the grating times as you simply need to get it done. Higher thought about what it's all about wasn't particularly an option, that deadish boredom with life wasn't there to linger on, and I think that it was a mix of Dave's personality firstly pushing him to simply keep going then that pushing working to form him as a person. I don't think he holds contempt for suicidal people as I see in some people with that vivacity for life, the idea of ending it all is simply so unreachable and unviable that if he knew someone he was close to genuinely considered the thought it'd be just frankly terrifying. Terrifying in the way the vacuum of space is, this thing so uncomprehensable and unhuman, yet experienced by someone you love. It'd certainly take some elbow grease to get Dave to realise that someone's suicidal ideation was serious, but when he does, he's just down right scared. I don't think he'd be the best source of comfort, Dave's way of comfort is very centric around him, because at the root of it he's simply expressing his fear of the matter. 'It'll break my heart, don't leave me, don't leave me like Henry did, I'll miss you so much'. I think Dave views the world as a him first situation, he's very selfish, and I think that's fair, I think everyone should be a little selfish. The environment he grew up in reinforced the idea that to stay alive, he had to put his own preservation first, and literally everything else afterwards, even his own comfort and joy. I truly think Dave, not even sane Dave, would truly put Jack first in a life or death situation. I think he'd spend an eternity finding a way to beat the system, and 10 eternities on top of that, and finally decide to put his own survival first. To him, living is truly a blessing, and the only blessing he's ever received. He'll claw and bite to sustain it. Quite literally, as well, im sure in any street squabble he'd poke someone's eyes out and kick them square in the nuts and scratch all their skin off. I really don't think he's ever thought of the gravitas that comes with his insatiable lust for life, that it's not something many people share, that other people might simply wanna blow their brains out instead of being springlocked 100 times and coming back as well as ever. He truly a one of a kind, Davey, I'm sure he'd boil himself in magma 1000 years if it meant to live 10 more.

-the pink anon

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[lowkeyrobin]

Hiii im a chronically ill and disabled person and I was wondering if you could do a Ranboo x gender neutral reader that’s having a doctors appointment (list of things they would do for comfort when reader is fearful of being there?) :3

hi!!! and yes of course I could!! hope you enjoy! sorry if anything seems a little inaccurate bc I took some stuff I already know and used it for this and stuff but everyone's different lmao

RANBOO ; minor nosocomephobia

summary ; you take ranboo to the doctors with you for some moral support

warnings ; language, talk about hospitals/illness, nail biting and nervous scratching

genre ; fluff

word count ; 578

masterlist

he notices you fidgeting around as you're making your way up the elevator, picking at your nails, scratching your wrists, frequently running a hand through your hair, etcetera

they silently rub your shoulder and give you a little comforting nod as you travel down to the office where the nurses were directing you

you guys have to wait like a fucking hour after the nurse checks your blood pressure and does some basic procedures and whatnot

meanwhile they eventually reach into their enormous pockets and pull out a little fidget toy for you

"you better stop picking at your nails before I smack you. slash lighthearted"

he ensures that while he blabbers on about dumb shit, that you at least smile or giggle

he understands that you're nervous and with the long amount of waiting, it doesn't make it any better, delaying it more just makes you more anxious

if your focus strays away from the fidget toy he brought for you, he's got three more don't even worry bro

while the doctor is asking you questions, you keep looking over at them like they're gonna speak for you because you don't know how to answer some of the questions

at one point you have no idea what the doctor meant because the words got jumbled in your head from the anxiety

ranboo quickly answered for you in a heartbeat and apologized, considering they saw you silent trying to think

while the doctor has you do some physical tests to make sure your heart is running at a "you-normal" pace, he's hyping you up

if you have to do a 6 minute walk to track the way your lungs and heart pump blood and give you air to breathe, he's at one end of the hallway quietly shouting compliments and getting you through it with a little less embarrassment

the doctor is confused but supportive of him doing this for you considering they always knew you seemed very anxious around the the hospital and you seemed a little less scared about it

whatever to get you talking a little more could really go the extra mile, they're happy that you found a good way to do that as well, especially with it being a person

if for any reason they need to stick tubes on you or take ultrasounds around your body, he'll let you squeeze his hand all that you need to

they promise you your favorite fast food/takeout afterwards that way you'll try and get through it a little smoother

if you need him outside the room to talk to your doctor, he leaves in a heartbeat, he'll never disrespect your privacy, don't worry

he took pictures of all your medication bottles before leaving since he knew you'd forget to

you guys both messily botch the names while trying to pronounce them and you and the doctor all get a laugh out of it

he writes down everything the doctor says/recommends for you

they talk with the doctor in private for a bit and stuff while you're signing papers and shit

the sigh of relief once you leave 😭 ran literally looks down at you with a "yeah?"

on the way back down to the parking garage you're still fidgeting with the little tangle they'd given you because obviously going to the doctors because you're chronically ill isn't the funnest thing ever

gives you a big hug once you get to the car

"see? you're so brave and awesome"

"well, thanks for coming with me"

[poppy-metal]

mommy dom tashi locking ur needy cunt up ... oh i haven't been able to stop thinking about this. unlocking you to play with you when she gets back from strength training and is on that adrenaline high. fingering you, pinching your clit, smiling meanly at how your cunt gushes for her. but she doesn't let you come!!!! it's teasing and denial for her baby tonight <333

HHHHUHHHHHH hyped up on adrenaline she just needs to fuck and fuck and fuck - shoving you down on creaky bed and climbing on top of you. "spread your legs," they part immediately, and pushes them to your chest - so your folded in half, your pussy directly under hers as she sits above you and lowers herself down. "fuck yes." when she feels your slick flesh press to hers - the friction just what she needed.

the adrenaline is still pumping through her and she fucks you hard - chasing her orgasm - and you know better than to cum without permission but she reminds you anyway, "don't fucking cum. this isn't for you - " she just needs to cum. and your mouth is good - but your pussy is even better, why should she deny herself just because you're being punished?

she looks so beautiful above you - like a goddess, taking what she wants, bouncing and rutting and fucking you - her tits moving with her thrusts and you wish you could wrap your mouth around her taut nipples but you don't dare move from where she has you, remaining a wet slick cunt for her to use. you're so wet the glide is like butter - sticky and creamy as your clits bump. "tell me who you belong to," she pants, and you know she's close - she starts demanding devotion from you when she's right there at the edge. and you give it happily,

"you, tashi. I belong to you -"

"yeah? I own this pussy?"

"y - yeah - yes, yes -"

"I decide when it gets to cum, when you get to touch it - what you put inside it -"

"uh huh. please - you feel so good, tashi - "

"don't you fucking cum -"

"im trying! I'm trying im trying - hhh, -"

"if you cum ill lock you up for a month - is that what you want? you want me to lock you up for weeks with no relief?"

"no! no, please- I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I won't cum - I won't, I won't-"

shes a sadist, she knows, because she almost considers grinding against you in a way she knows will have you gushing - unable to help yourself, purposely making you fail just to torture you for longer. but she's already had you locked up for a few days now and you're already this pathetic - she knows a month might kill you.

still, your pathetic twisted expression and tears streaming down your face makes her orgasm come fast, and she grits her teeth as she cums - moaning and driving her pussy into yours, fucking you hard and fast as she chases the feeling - it melts her limbs and she crashes down on top of you right after - your cramped legs easing from their bent position to cradle her waist.

your cunt is throbbing, a needy pulse between your legs. you want to get off so bad - your clit is so swollen, you know just a few brushes of tashis fingers would set you off.

but you don't ask. you just need to hold on a little longer - and you know when she finally lets you cum, you'll feel a bliss so intense you'll feel like you're floating for days afterwards. you can do it.

[bulletproofscales]

august heat day 4 - dynamics (2seok-kook)

honestly more of a drabble situation happening but i liked this one a LOT! (╯✧▽✧)╯  not everything has ot have a plot ! specially if im meant to pump these out once a day .(￣▽￣*)ゞ  enjoy this horny stream of thoughts. 

tags: established married 2seok , omega x omega , omega seokjin , omega hoseok , work couple , alpha jungkook , recepcionist jungkook , weight gain , unconsious gain , oblivious gain , chubby jungkook

1.2k

Hoseok and Seokjin knew omega and omega relationships aren’t easy. 

Not so much because of hormones, or the heats. Like most people like to assume. 

The stigma was quite tiring, though. 

So many alphas, convinced they’re the ones to make the married couple knotcrazy. That they’d be able to score two omegas. Hoseok can’t hide his disgust and Seokjin can’t contain his laughter as smug alphas make their way to them whenever they go. It's humiliating enough to make anyone flee. 

But… The looks they both exchange shows they’re thinking the same thing. 

This one is different. 

Big, puppy eyes. A tone that's too sweet to be an alpha. But it's obvious, the way his shoulders stretch his poor button up shirt, chest stretching the poor buttons a bit. And scent musky enough to seep through the office. 

“Introduce yourself.” Their boss instructs the alpha. 

“Hi everyone, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m the receptionist here and—and just let me know if you need help with anything!” A full 90 degree bow, and the way he has to adjust his big glasses afterwards is all it takes for the Seokjin and Hoseok to know. 

It wasn’t intentional, the couple didn’t talk it over. But it must've been instinctual the way they both gravitated towards the reception desk to personally introduce themselves. Getting a closer look at the alpha’s cute demeanor, bowing to Seokjin and Hoseok, who had since long stopped trying to hide the fact they’re a couple in the office. They could see Jungkook’s eyes navigate to their linked hands and the rings on each of their fingers. It's so cute how the gears turn in his head. 

A test if you will. To see if Jungkook’s respectful junior employee facade went beyond subgenders. And it did, in that same conversation the blush-cheeked alpha congratulating them both; albeit a little embarrassed, but that's okay. It only enticed the two omegas more. 

They don’t know who started it. But they formula became simple enough:

Bring extra sweets to work, to offer their receptionist. 

Hoseok and Seokjin live together, so it was easy enough to find Seokjin making an extra serving of the lunch they will bring to work the next day. Or Hoseok driving them to stop at a bakery before work. Unspokenly aware of who all of this food was for. It would be too embarrassing to bring up. 

Gifting an alpha food. That’s such primitive and backwards omega courting strategies. Hoseok and Seokjin are nothing like that! They're above instincts. And certainly above looking out for an alpha. 

But how could they resist, when Jungkook took everything they brought him so gratefully. It was perfectly convenient when he forgot his lunch the first time and Hoseok was quick to offer to buy him some. Though most times, the alpha had dutifully brought himself something to eat, yet he always made sure to scarf down the servings that the omega couple had brought for him. They could see him from their desks the way he determinedly forced himself to finish, and the way he leaned back on the office chair afterwards; a little bit short of breath from just how full he is. 

That's a satisfied alpha right there. A thought that fueled them even more. 

And their efforts paid off. The couple knew their spouse was also ogling the alpha as his work clothes began to fill out. His already tight button ups, looking suffocating, not in muscle but chub. Pillowy to the touch in the unflattering fabric. Belt of his dress pants created a muffin top that sat over the waistband. Otherwise muscular and small butt looking rounded out and bubbly; jiggling when he brought out copies to their manager. Or came back with everyone’s coffee order. Seokjin could not have been less subtle when, with the exclusive view of his desk, he saw the way Jungkook sat down and subtlety undid his belt and pants just when he arrived from work. 

He was plumping up, from them. Their doing. 

It should've been a stop sign. After all, doesn’t anyone want a strong chiseled alpha? Guess Seokjin and Hoseok aren’t that succumbed to instincts. The first sights of progress motivated them even more. Jungkook had to force himself to finish out of politeness those first weeks. But afterwards, it seemed like the alpha couldn’t get enough. 

And who were they to deny him? 

He whined so sweetly when lunch time was arriving, restless as his stomach grumbled. In the more quiet moments of the office, you could even hear it. In meetings where Jungkook was taking notes, the blush rose all over his rounded out face. Burying his head into the notepad as he scribbled away, hoping nobody would have heard. 

Probably the entire table did, but Hoseok quietly slid down the little tray of snacks that Jungkook had prepared himself. Mostly untouched, maybe that’s why he can see hesitation in the alpha’s eyes. Jungkook could never resist though, not when one of his two favorite senior employees was offering. A warm smile he knew Jungkook couldn’t say no to; if the last 4 months are anything to go by. The entire tray was eaten by the receptionist who put it there, and Hoseok’s hand pats the alpha’s thigh under the table when he feels Jungkook shift uncomfortably full. 

Their alpha has no self control. 

Hoseok and Seokjin swear it was a coincidence when they saw Jungkook hurriedly rush to the toilet. Right before lunch. Wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t for the quiet ‘fuck’ that came from one of the stalls. Once again, the couple share one of their knowing looks. 

“Jungkookie? Everything okay?” Hoseok asks tentatively. 

“Oh–Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just.-- ugh!” His grunt is more whiny than frustrated. Adorable in every situation it seems. “Is it just you guys?” His tone is quieter. It's lovely how he already knows the couple is together. 

“Yes, puppy. You can tell us.” Seokjin says an endeared smile already on his face. The pet name that's been slipping out of both their lips lately. But they made sure to keep it for private moments like these. 

Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead opening the door. To reveal the sight of his fully unbuttoned pants, with a pudgy bottom roll that pushes between the flaps. A curved cute belly with naked pink pudge along his hips. 

“I–I snacked all day and now I can’t get them to button.” He confesses. “B–But I got a meeting after lunch and I–I can’t skip lunch but they definitely own’t button then!” He whines, eyebrows cutely scrunched up in worry. 

“Aigo… You should’ve bought a bigger pair a while ago, Kook.” Seokjin comments without malice. 

“I didn’t think I gained t–that much. Until now.” He becomes more and more shameful, trying to shrink into himself. 

“Let's go buy you some new ones!” Hoseok interjects. “Our lunch break is long enough, plus we can invite you to lunch, like we’ve been talking about.” He eyes Seokjin. A bit of a shameless advance, but the couple has been talking about it for months. 

Jungkook smiles a bit, knowing but still timid. “O–Okay, let's go.” 

Not only is this one not like the others. This one is theirs.