#drew these when i wasnt feeling good

[drowningfisk]

YURI!!!!!!

[yaikat]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥

ONE HEAVY TF2 TUMMY COMING RIGHT U... oh wait. oh wait this ask was sent 2 months ago. oh shit. oh f

[starrycreations]

new life smp sparrow in ep1 vs in ep11

[hauntingblue]

Rong ring rong raingo time

Zoro making that speech reminds me of ace and how he treated luffy at the start, maybe not because of the same reasons but zoro is calming chopper down bc he KNOWS luffy and the others (and him) would not let him be taken without trying everything they could... there is ko use for crying and zoro is repressed but of course he would not say he cares but he does so of course he tells him to shut up bc he can't handle how chopper makes him feel... Also Foxy taking chopper for being cute and not because he is a doctor and that if they first wanted chopper to join bc he was a doctor he ended up joining bc they really became friends....

Legendary find

Look at these losers... zoro's hair is blending with the grass akdbakjka

Lettuce and cheese... the Burger Brothers

Robin supports nami's wrongs ✊🏻

Chopper being cute again

He is so slow ❤️

Seeing robin become a luffy enabler in real time is such a joy

HE IS THE MAN!!! Robin seeing luffy say that and believing it because she thinks she is expendable.... look how surprised she is... I think it's not just because she's surprised luffy got up but bc she realizes he is including her in his fight... he is also doing this for her

[dunmeshi-darlings]

omg yippee.

can I ask for you trying to wake Laios up after he falls asleep ontop of you? after like a long day of fighting shit. or something in that vein. he has big dog energy so I feel like its something he would do

(anon i had to use this gif for it, it was to good to pass up lol)

Nobody has ever claimed that adventuring in the dungeon would be easy work, in fact its notorious for being extremely difficult the further and further down you go

So you can imagine after a particularly grueling fight against a monster, that after everyone has eaten they would all be beyond exhausted. So its safe to say that its immediately bed time after senshi finishes up cleaning and everything.

However to your surprise, Laios doesn't head to his sleeping bag and instead heads to you with yours. When you ask him why he responds "after the last fight it looks like my bag got damaged...plus yours is way comfier." he would say with a slight blush. And looking over at his bag you see it fully rolled out and several noticeable large gouges and burn marks on it, seems he wasnt kidding.

You sigh and say that its ok, motioning for him to lay down. You thank yourself for deciding to get the EXTRA large sleeping bag since you often roll around in your sleep. He smiles excitedly and thanks you and takes the leftover pillows and blanket he has and lays down beside you, of course even then you two are still laying next to each other and basically laying side by side.

You cant help but notice just how warm he is, You can feel the heat radiating off of his body and sure you are phsyically touching but even then you note just how warm his body is next to and laying beside you. Of course with how tired you as well as everyone else is, you dont think about this too long before immediately falling asleep.

You have some nightmares about being crushed by a trap in your sleep, however the cause of said nightmares is quickly apparent when you finally wake up and realize that laios is no longer laying next to you....no now he is currently laying on top of you, his large frame draped across your chest and stomach as he he snores happily, an obvious drool stain at the corner of his mouth.

You cant help but chuckle softly, its no wonder laios was sleeping so peacefully. He saved everyones hides during the fight and took some nasty hits, so he definitely has earned his rest...However as you try to slowly move him you realize something very quickly....Laios is VERY heavy.

You hadnt really thought about it at first, But laios Armor is made of incredibly durable (and heavy) plate and with how easily he is able to move around in it as well as carry his sword, Laios has built up quiet a bit of muscle on himself. Add this together with his already impressive height and you have a man who is heavy with more muscle than most people realize.

You regret not listening to namari's advice in regards to building up some muscle mass for yourself as you try to move laios off yourself gently, as adorable as he is sleeping you really need him to move and you dont want to shout to wake him up cause you would feel bad. You struggle, quietly grunting as you try to wiggle out from under him, stopping whenever his snoring stops, only to return to your fruitless wiggling.

While laios doesnt wake up, your wiggling and quiet grunting drew Chilchucks attention once he finally woke. He tiredly looked over at you as you simply whispered "help me" to which he sighs and stands up, taking sleepy steps towards you and laios as he starts repeatedly smacking laios in the face. "hey laios! wake up your crushing Y/N"

After a few smacks laios's eyes groggily open as he rolls off you, yawning loudly and stretching before looking down and realizing he was laying on top of you. He blushes and rubs the back of his head, saying he was sorry. "sorry, so used to sleeping with my dogs where we would all just lay on top of each other and fall asleep, my bad."

Now that you are free from your meaty blond haired prison, you cant help but laugh at the situation, this was definitely something everyone will be able to make jokes about from here on out.

[muikitoo]

Hi,Ummm,good morning/night

Can I request something regarding the Rottmnt boys,I want them their love at first sight with a female reader in a school ay(More like a mix between the Yokai/mutant/human society

(No rush,It's ok if you don't want to do it and stuff,It's totally fine to take your time☺️,Have a nice day/night)

Love at first sight

Aged up! Rottmnt x fem! Reader

(somewhere around their 20s)

Warnings:

None

A/N: this was so hard to do for me for some reason (especially Mikey and Raph), i had to think for a few days for certain scenarios and this might come late bc i rlly want it to be good. Im sorry if it isnt what u expected 🙏

You were an English teacher who recently started working at a new school. Youre quite nervous, but exciting at the thought of what awaits you with this sudden change.

Donnie

- Donnie was one of those strict science teachers that nobody dared to underestimate.

- At first, he didnt seem too interested when he heard of a new teacher who started working there.

- hes never even been a romantic type, he honestly didnt care and let fate decide if he gets a partner or not.

- When he saw you for the first time though, he thought he might be hallucinating.

- "Oh sweet Galileo help me.."

- you probably immediately checked his "cute but mean" type without even saying a single word

- He became more interested in you, talking to you more often, even at times asking u to meet up during the break.

- "Hey, uhm.. Could i maybe interest u in some coffee during the break?"

- he thought all of this "romantic feeling" thing wasnt real, but he seriously cant help but fall for you.

Leo

- Leo is obviously the laid-back cool Spanish teacher.

- Almost every student liked him, he was chill and even jokes around

- (he once drew donnie on the board with a huge forehead and wrote "megamind" next to it)(no, donnie did not take that well)

- He was quite interested when he heard of a new teacher, hell he was probably the first one to interact with you out of his brothers

- The second he saw you, this mf fell straight face down in love with you

- "oh mi gosh thats the new teacher?! Shes gorgeous! Do you see her Donnie?! You see her?! Oh i so need to get her number!!"

- tries to act sly and flirt with you

- and fails miserably

- "Hey there hermosa, how do you feel about a date? Ya know, just you and me? *Wink wink* *leans on wall, trips and falls miserably*"

- (A/N: i cried writing that)

Mikey

- Mikey is the sweet art teacher and students enjoy being around him, but yet again they probably wont dare to underestimate his "Dr. Delicate touch" side

- He was quite excited when he heard about a new teacher.

- When he saw you, he suddenly felt nervous and flustered. And he knew why.

- at this point, everyone but you knew abt how he admires you, a little more than in the friendly way.

- He couldnt get the courage to go and talk to you, which put Dr. Feelings to shame

- When you actually started talking tho, you got quite close.

- Youd be with him almost every break

- You would often stay in his classroom/art studio and watch him paint during the lunch break

- and during those times he even asks u to pick his colours

- "Hey Y/n, which colour do you think would suit the ladies dress more? Red or blue?"

- Sometimes you even jokingly ask to be his model, but in all honesty he doesn't mind at all

- you guys were an inseparable duo, and he caught himself falling more and more for you

Raph

- He's the PE teacher, hes fun but strict when he needs to be.

- He doesnt mind that theres a new teacher, hes quite excited abt it actually - he would gladly want to meet you.

- First thing that catches his eye is that he thinks youre really pretty.

- He's most likely stuttering during ur first convo now😭

- Hes super sweet, bringing you coffee and/or lunch, helping u out with random teacher stuff, checking up of u, ect

- "Hey! How you feeling? I brought you some coffee.. if youd like."

- Hes so shy, but he cant help but feel his heart flutter every time you thank him or show appreciation towards him

A/N: Raph was so hard and i know it's not accurate at all. Ive literally been beating my ass up bc of him cuz i didnt have any ideas😭😭 this took super long and I'm really sorry about that, i hope it turned out the way u wanted🙏 anyways its 1AM so im js posting this cuz i have nothing else to do😔

[starboye]

pairing: drew starkey x male reader

request: can i request a drew starkey smut with size difference, drew being taller and more buff than the reader? could the reader be, like, a popstar and he and drew finally see each other at an award show after months of being apart so they sneak off to the bathroom and drew eats the reader out like it’s his last meal?

warnings: smut, ass eating, cursing, fluff

it had been weeks since you and drew got to see each other, yes you guys face timed every night but that wasnt enough for you or him, you both needed each others bodies, to feel the other more than the need for oxygen itself.

and you finally got what you wanted when you saw drew walk into the building where the award show was being held, you ran into his arms and hugged him tightly "i missed you so much" you say into drews chest "i missed you too but do you really wanna mess up your suit on you big night" drew chuckles "i dont care about the suit drew" you reply with a smile "yeah well id like my boyfriend to look good" he says fixing up you suit a little.

you pull drew in for a quick kiss and pull away as to not bring to much attention to yourself "what no real kiss for me"drew joke playfully pouting "well i wouldnt wanna bring the most attention to us" you say "then why not take this somewhere more private" drew adds grabbing your hand and taking you to the bathroom and locking the door.

"drew whatre you doing" you question suspicious of his motives "this" drew says leaning over to kiss to, his hands sliding down to your waist and his large body frame pressed against yours as you melt into the kiss, drew then pulls out the kiss to catch a breath "wanna.." he hints "we couldnt, i have to be up in like 10 minutes" you huff "which gives me 10 minutes to do some stuff" drew says kissing down your neck.

"no drew i wouldnt wanna mess up my suit, do you know how hard the guy said he had to work to get this perfectly right" you say admiring the stitch work of the suit "well then ill be extra careful not to ruin it" drew smirks before lifting you up onto the bathroom sink and starting to make out with you.

"drewww" you whine "c'mon just give me five minutes and i'll have you back out there looking like nothing even happend" he says sloppily kissing your neck "fine, but if you mess this suit up im gonna kill you" you huff "i promise i wont" drew says removing his blazer and then going to his zipper "nope" you sternly say stopping drews hands "come on just the tip" he tries persuading you.

"you yourself know thats a lie, and youre not getting cum on this" you say "fine" drew complies but an idea pops in his head, he picks you up and pushes you against the bathroom wall before sliding your pants down along with your underwear "drew" you say trying to figure out what he's doing "suck" he orders putting his two fingers in front of your mouth and you obliged while still curious on what hes doing.

he then pulls his slick fingers out of you mouth once theyre wet enough and brings them down to your entrance "drew" you say once more before he slides them into you, he pulls you into a kiss to silence the loud moans you let out as he pumps his thick fingers in and out of your hole "you like that" drew asks in between kisses "yes" you say breathy.

"just a little more" drew says opening you up a little more with his fingers before pulling them out leaving your hole open of his next move, he squats down with his knees not touching the floor as to not ruin the suit, he admires your hole a little, you could feel is breath passing over your ass before shoving his face in, his tongue thrusting in and out of you.

"fuck" you moan covering your mouth as to not be too loud "god you taste so good" drew breathlessly says pulling back for a minute only to go back to eating you out "ah dr-drew" you stammer dropping your head onto the wall "yeah" he says, his focus fully on your ass "please go faster" you beg arching your back slightly "dont have to ask me twice" he smiles eating you out even faster.

he lays small smacks on your ass and gropes it roughly to draw those sweet moans out of you "c'mon baby let me hear the pretty voice of yours" he smirks as his tongue slides into your hole making you let out a pretty loud moan "yeah just like that, think of it as vocal warm ups" drew says "drew m'gonna" you trail off as you take your dick out of your pants and cum on the bathroom wall.

"good boy" drew smiles pulling out of your ass "did you do that just so i could cum" you ask "yeah you looked stressed out about your performance so i wanted to help you calm down" drew smiles standing up and kissing you, your back firmly placed against the wall as drew kisses you deeply "you know i love you right" drew asks "i love you too drew and thanks for the calm down" you chuckle "youre welcome" drew sweetly says kissing you one last time.

"wait but what about you, you didnt get to cum" you ask worriedly "oh dont worry we'll deal with that once the shows over promise" he smirks putting his blazer back on "okay then" you say pulling your pants back up and buttoning them, you and drew both clean the up the mess you made in the bathroom before walking out.

you both make your way to your table with all your friends, drew greets all of them as the award show starts, after the awards are given out the host calls you up to preform your song, as you get up drew grabs you hands and pulls you into a soft and sweet kiss "youre gonna do amazing" drew says before you leave.

as you preformed you kept glancing at drew, giving him seductive looks while biting your lip, and you knew the moment you finished your show drew was gonna drag you to the nearest hotel and fuck you the whole night, but you also knew you were gonna enjoy every second of it, you know you gotta make up for lost time.

[princessbrunette]

okay but just imagine being popes sister and you’re sneaking around with jj and one day hes like talking to you through your bedroom door while jjs balls deep in you

CLOSE CALL!

a.n: this can def apply to regular siblings or just step-siblings with pope. some smut but nothin crazy !!

Closed doors at the Heyward house was allowed.

You were allowed privacy, your room was your space and there was a decent amount of trust between all of the house residents. However, locked doors was a no-no, especially now you and Pope were older and were spending an increasingly large amount of time with the opposite gender.

In your defence, you didn’t even know Pope was home. He was meant to be off with John B that day, looking into some old transcripts that could lead them to a map for some treasure you’d all been after for a while now. This was you and JJ’s day off, one might say — and you spent it straddling his lap on your bed, his cock bullying your insides as you grind down on it, his hips lifting beneath you to meet your bounces. One of his ringed hands clasped your waist, helping you with your movements whilst the other took a moment to run through his sun-bleached hair, slightly matted from the sweaty, balmy atmosphere in your room. “Fuck, that’s good huh?” He groans.

Your jaw dropped, a moan just about to rip from your throat as you drew closer to your orgasm— when the moment was interrupted by a swift, but unmistakable knock at your door, followed by the calling of your name. Pope.

JJ sat up so fast from his laid back position you nearly knocked heads, the blonde wincing and holding your lower back as you clenched hard in surprise. You looked at eachother, eyes wide — before Pope called your name once more.

“I gotta get in there, I hid the key to the safe in your room ‘cos I was paranoid and now—” The handle to your door turns.

“Don’t come in!” You yelp, JJ about 3 seconds from throwing you off him so he could swan dive naked out the window. “I’m naked!” Technically, not a lie.

“So put some clothes on, look I’ve got John B waiting outside and I don’t have time to—”

“I cant, I just got out the shower and I’m air drying. Just— just tell me where the key is and I’ll bring it to you.” You call out, hearing him sigh. JJ shifts a little inside your wet heat, and you both wince this time— both sensitive.

“I don’t really remember. I just know it’s in your dresser— Look if you just let me look it’ll be quicker I really gotta go!” He begs and you bite your lip. Pope wasnt dumb, if you tried to sneak JJ out the window or even off the bed he’d hear the extra set of feet and come bursting in like the protective big brother he was. You stare into JJ’s wide eyes, his expression reading ‘What the hell are you about to do?’ and speak again.

“If you come in you gotta keep your eyes closed, okay?” Your voice wavers unsurely, now if having JJ round during the day wasn’t a big enough risk, this sure was. JJ’s eyes widen, jaw gaping slightly as if you’d lost your mind.

“Obviously, I don’t wanna see you naked, dude.” Pope mutters before swinging the door open, eyes screwed shut as promised, even holding a hand over them for extra precaution.

“Just— take a few steps, and then a few to the left and then face the wall where the dresser is.” You direct him as he stumbles over, following your directions until his back his to you, the dresser now infront of him. The two of you watch Pope rummage through the drawers, searching for where he left the key— JJ practically holding his breath, putting statues to shame.

“You should really be coming to this. It could be pretty big.” He converses, digging around.

“Uh— yeah, maybe I’ll meet you there in a little.” You try and regulate your voice, trying to ignore how you can feel JJ throbbing inside of you, begging for release. You furrowed your brows at him briefly, in disbelief that he was still this hard with his close friend in the room. Must have been all the nerves, JJ was always the adrenaline junkie.

“JJ too. Lemme text him—” He mumbles, and you watch the back of him as he digs into his back pocket. The blonde boy beneath you comes to life, wilding shaking his head and waving at his phone sat proudly on your bedside table like a bomb ready to detonate, sure to make a loud and obnoxious noise if Pope was to text him, giving the game away.

“No!” You yell, a little too urgently, and you watch Popes back straighten a little suspiciously, like he wanted to turn around. “Let—” You clear your throat, attempting at a casual tone. “Let me text him. I’ve been looking for an excuse to text him anyway.”

“Gross, you can’t be crushing on my friends. They’re… dudes. They think with their dicks and it’ll just fuck everything up.” He scolds you, sticking his arm deep in the drawer until he jolted with recognition, finally finding the key amongst a wad of socks. “Ah, got it.”

‘Gross?’ JJ mouths to you, face screwed in offence and you lightly smack his arm, distracted by the conversation.

“Whatever, Pope. We’ll talk about this some other time. Now uh— see yourself out.” He stumbles blindly to the door and shuts it behind him again, the two of you staying rooted to your spot until you heard his feet descend away and out the front door.

JJ collapses onto his back once more, breathing out a loud sigh of relief and from the momentum you fall straight on top of him with an ‘Oof!’

“Jesu— my legs crampin’ up. You really just— invited him in here? Just like that?” He explodes, brows raised as you shuffle into a more comfortable spot, his cock still nestled inside of you.

“I had no choice!” You pout, hoping to win some cute points. “And we got away with it, didn’t we?” You add with a cheeky grin, rolling your hips as you grind him in and out of you once more. He lets out a jagged breath and then a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Oh you’re crazy. You know that right? That you’re crazy?”

“You like it.”

“I do but uh— don’t you have something you should be doing? Like texting me for example?” His smile grows as he speaks and you burst into giggles from his stupid joke and fingers digging into your waist. Not giving you a chance to retaliate, he flips you on your back and gets back to work.

[yujinslovr]

DAY 11 : rosé x fem!reader

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

CW: marking, infidelity, cunnilingus

word count: 1,233

a/n: reader has a husband bcz i refuse to write infidelity w a girl, also not proofread so pls excuse any mistakes🙁🙁

“r-rosie, d-don't leave any m-marks, he m-might find out!” you let out a small yelp when you felt rosie bite into your skin, for sure leaving a mark.

“I'll make sure to leave them, let him see. let him see how bad he does in bed, so much so that you have to find pleasure with me.” the way she breathed the words into your skin felt so insanely good. 

her soft lips glided along your bare neck, her hands softly kneading your boobs as she had her fun with marking you. “mm, gonna make sure your stupid husband knows that you don't care about him.” 

you let out soft moans at the feeling of rosé nibbling along your neck mixed with the stimulation on your breasts. her lips sucked a trail along your neck, leading to your breasts. she swirled her tongue around your areola, wrapping her mouth over your left breast. the soft yet wet feeling of her tongue on your breast was heavenly, rosie always had a way with her mouth. 

the ironic thing about your whole situation was that you had met rosé through your husband. rosé was your husbands boss, you were introduced to rosé at one of your husband’s work functions. even the thought of infidelity wasnt something you entertained before meeting rosé, you loved your husband and would never do something to harm your marriage. this changed the night you met rosé though, the way she reached for your hand, and placed a soft kiss on the dorsal side of your hand, you knew you were done for in that moment alone. you never meant for it to spiral into something this big. you were under the influence when you spent your first night with rosé, you told yourself it’d never happen again, that this was nothing but a mistake. 

seeing where you were now, it was obvious that it wasn't just a one time thing, rosé was the best you’d ever had. you just couldn’t seem to let go of her, everything about her intoxicated you, as if everytime you came into her vicinity you were suddenly under the influence. 

you just couldn't seem to think straight when you were with her. 

you didn't know when it got this far, but you honestly felt more for rosé than you ever could for your husband. every little thing she did seemed to bring you to another level of ecstasy, she knew your body too well. you felt so shitty whenever you had to face your husband, whenever you had sex with your husband you couldnt help but imagine it to be rosé fucking you instead. 

sex with rosé was usually fast and rough, never slow and sweet. for this reason rosé’s attitude today came as a surprise to you, the way she took her time to fully appreciate every part of your body  was something you’d never complain about. the softness of her hands along your body was truly an out of body experience. 

the whimpers and moans that left your lips were music to rosé’s ears. “p-please, n-no more t-teasing…” the way you tangled your hand in rosé’s hair, slightly tugging when you said that only served to spur rosé on into teasing more. she continued on with her painfully slow pace, fully allowing herself to enjoy your breasts. her hands firmly gripped your hips, stilling them and holding them down when she noticed you were bucking your hips up to meet her thigh. “patience, darling.” she chuckled out, licking downwards, stopping at your thighs. 

she drew shapes with her tongue on your inner thigh, getting close to where you needed but never quite reaching there. you were soaking. you needed her so badly, yet she seemed to be taking all the time in the world to reach where you needed her most. you tried to buck your hips up into her face yet you were stopped by the tight grip she had on your hips. you whined out in desperation not sure if you could handle another minute of teasing. tears formed in your eyes out of frustration, you needed her so bad. 

seemingly taking pity on you, rosé trailed her kisses up, sucking marks into your very inner thigh before leaving. her lips went up until they reached your most private part, she licked a broad stroke across you, tasting your arousal. she trailed her hands down to your inner thighs, giving them a small squeeze before spreading your legs open.

your moans at her actions were immediate, not being able to control yourself after being teased for so long. the feeling of her wet tongue on you was taking you to heaven. she slowly circled your clit with her tongue, one of her hands coming over to aid in what she was doing. she slowly eased a finger into your wet heat, her tongue on your clit never stopping. she groaned at the feeling of you clenching around her finger, the vibration it sent through your body had your eyes rolling. 

The wet sound of your arousal along with your moans filled the room, the lewd sounds turning rosé on more than she’d let on. “m-more, p-please, more..” abiding to your pleas, she eased in another finger, sucking harder on your clit. simultaneously, she snuck a hand down her own body, pushing her own underwear to the side to circle her clit. 

the vibrations her moans sent through your body alongside her unrelenting fingers were bringing your orgasm quicker than thought. rosie, seeing the tell tale signs that you were going to cum rosie was quick to still all movements on you. “not until i say, okay?” her hand on herself never stopped, just like her gaze on you didn't waver until you nodded in compliance. she licked her fingers that were previously in you and replaced them with her tongue, her hand, still wet with her spit trailing itself up to grope your breasts. 

you could feel your release building up, the feeling overwhelming you, yet you knew better than to cum without permission. “p-please, n-need to…” you couldn't say more nor tried to say more. you knew she understood.

“do you? how badly?” the question was a simple one really, but you couldn't seem to find the energy to form real words. your whines and grinding was met with a slap to your thigh “i'm not gonna repeat myself.”

“n-need it so bad, p-please need t’ c-cum, p-please!” once you opened your mouth, moans and pleas of her to just let you cum already couldn't seem to stop tumbling past your lips. lucky for you though, because rosé could also feel herself getting near.

“cum for me.” it was muffled due to the way you were squeezing your thighs around her head, but you heard it. her tongue in you never stopped, waiting for your release. with the permission of rosie, you finally allowed yourself to let go, a scream leaving your throat. rosé’s moans from her release were muffled, but definitely felt, helping you ride out your orgasm as she finished hers. 

you loosend your thighs that were wrapped around her head, with her head being free she pulled herself up and laid next to you in bed. “I love you.” she breathed out, licking her lips which carried your leftover arousal. 

“I'll send him the divorce papers tomorrow.”

[lonigiri]

could u pls do soft dom eunseok fic ugh im so 🤕🤕

warnings: soft dom!eunseok x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, pretty girl, honey), light body worshiping, bewbs, fingering, oral (f rec), eunseok loves reader sm, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), creampie, use of slut

note: RAHHHH i need eunseok BADLY

waiting for eunseok to get home is like torture. its actually horrible. you've been so needy all day and hes been at work. sure you had morning sex but somehow it wasnt enough for you. you knew how eunseok felt about you touching yourself without permission, so you just sat at home, horny, waiting for your pretty boyfriend to get home.

he finally got home finally "baby im home!" he chanted as he walked through the front door. you got up from your place on the couch and you basically jumped onto him, he caught you holding you by your thighs as you kissed his lips. "you happy to see me sweetheart?" he disconnected your lips and laughed a little. you just nodded fast trying to kiss him again. and he pulled away and you whined "sweetheart what brings this hm?" "missed you so much today seokkie, need you so bad." a pout stated on your lips. his eyes widened a little bit. "so thats what this is about hm? did i not fuck you good enough this morning pretty girl?" you shook your head fast "no no! its not that, i just, i cant get enough of you seokkie." you said and tilted your head kissing him on the cheek. "you know what you've been such a good girl for me, you didnt touch yourself all day am i right?" you nodded "yes i was so good, waited for you to get home!" he gave you a peck on the lips. "such a good girl deserves a reward huh?" you squeaked a little bit when he pinched your ass.

he carried you all the way to your shared bedroom and plopped you down on the soft mattress. he carefully undressed you down to your panties. he left soft kisses from your face down to your pretty tits. peppering soft kisses all over the plush skin. you whimpered out eunseoks name and you could feel him smile against your boob before he latched onto your nipple. "oh fuck eunseok." you moaned out entangling your fingers into his soft brown locks. licking at your sensitive bud as he pinches the other one with his fingers. he lightly slapped your boob making you whimper out again. he released your tits and then he went back to kissing your body.

he made his way down to your cunt. his fingers lightly touching your pussy through your panties. rubbing it on the outside. moaning at the pleasure that you were finally being relieved of after the long day. "that feel good pretty girl?" "mhm, please seok, need more." you said lightly rutting your hips against his fingers. "whatever you want sweetheart, you were so good for me today. just tell me what you want pretty." you whimpered at his words. "need you to touch my cunt, please, need your mouth and fingers please." "of course sweetheart anything for my good girl."

he drew your panties down throwing them to the side and he opened your swollen lips. "god so wet for me, you really didn't touch yourself all day huh." "o..of course not, would never without your, ngh, permission seokkie." he pushed a finger inside of you curling it, hitting that gummy spot within your walls. thrusting it in and out before adding another. stretching you out. your cunt fluttering around his fingers. he pulled them out and you whined at the sudden loss of fullness before he pushed his tongue into your cunt. mewling out his name as he ate you out. thumb rubbing your swollen clit. his other hand was holding your left leg open "fuck eunseok dont stop. m' so close." his tongue somehow dipping even deeper into your silky cunt. slurping your delicious slick, he loved every part of it. "fuck baby, can you cum for me, need you to, need to taste it." his words alone was enough to make that knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. before it snapped you let out a lewd moan of eunseoks name. you came hard against eunseoks mouth and he drank every drop of it not wasting any of your sweetness.

eunseok stood up removing his clothing. his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. he pushed the tip of his cock through your folds collecting your slick all over his tip to lube it up. he pushed the head of his cock into your tight cunt. no matter how many times you and eunseok have sex, he cant believe how tight you still are. his hips meeting yours as he bottoms out. he pulled all the way out to where just his tip was inside before he roughly thrusted back in. your nails digging deep into his shoulders as the pads of his fingers pushed into your hips as he thrusted into your cunt so hard. letting out mewls of his name and telling him how good he felt. "god sweet girl, you look so pretty all dumb on my cock. does it feel good?" you nodded at his words "yes seok! yes so good! please need more." you whined out. you didnt know what was more. you just knew you needed it. he pulled out of you changing your position to you being face down ass up. his cock somehow hitting deeper into you. your screams being muffled by the comforter under you. he slapped your ass then rubbed it to soothe it, not wanting to hurt you too bad. just enough to leave bruised hand prints on your ass. he held your waist tight as he brought your ass down onto his hips harshly. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "god you're taking me so fucking well pretty girl, you clenching so hard around me like a good little slut." he picked you up from your neck, squeezing slightly as he pushed your back up against his chest. he left kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. breathless moans came out of you as he thrusted into you. "eun.. eunseok. please s' so close." you whined. "its okay pretty, you can let go, cum all over me wont ya." you nodded. he fucked into you a couple more times before you came all over him. squeezing his cock, your walls becoming unbelievably tight around him. and just like that he came deep inside you, thrusting a couple more times all sloppily before he pulled out. he let you collapse back onto the bed and he bent over you and placed soft kisses onto your shoulders and neck.

"you always do so well for me honey, so proud of you for taking me so nicely all the time."

[stevie-petey]

hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺

EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!

for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy

enjoy !

"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.

"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.

steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."

"its dark, you cant even see me."

"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.

all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.

you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.

it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.

then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.

steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.

but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.

you took a shot to try and forget it.

one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.

steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.

his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.

"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.

he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"

"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."

"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."

to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.

youre playing with fire.

someone will get burned in the end.

but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.

[dullgecko]

Fic

little bit of a fic following on from the below ask (feel free to send me more, and I do check comments because I love feedback)

Its game night at Mordred, Riz isn't really paying all that much attention to what's going on. He's not quite as invested in winning as Fig or Fabian are so he's spent the last four rounds doing research on his crystal for a case he's working on.

He glances up when Adaine makes a frustrated noise, Gorgug managing to take her out of the game with a good roll of the dice. Her chair makes an unpleasant noise as she pushes it away from the table and stands, stretching for a moment.

"Alright, I'm going to get myself a drink. Does anyone else want anything?" Adaine offers, reaching across the table to gather the various empty mugs and glasses to a chorus of no's.

"I'll take another coffee if you're offering." Riz pipes up, looking away from his crystal for a second as Adaine takes his half-empty, completely cold coffee from in front of him. Vaguely registering that his piece on the board was still in the game despite the fact they could have easily knocked him out ages ago.

"Sure, coffee." Adaine nods, skooting around the rest of their team and disappearing into the kitchen.

"Your turn, The Ball." Fabian leaned across the table, dropping the game dice into Riz's waiting hand.

The goblin glanced at the board, breifly debating using sleight of hand and thinking better of it. The dice clattering for a second before he moved his game piece on the board and drew a card.

"Tch, damn. I've lost my weapon. I can't attack or defend for two turns." He shrugged, figuring at least Kristen would take advantage and knock him out of the game before the next round. Her piece was closest after all.

Riz leaned back in his chair, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged as he went back to his research. When Adaine returned two minutes later he mumbled a thanks for the steaming mug she set down within arms reach... and then promptly ignored it for ten minutes.

He only looked up from his crystal again when she nudged his chair with her foot, muttering an 'oh right' as he reached for his mug and picked it up.

Right as he was about to take a sip he stopped, the scent not at all matching what he was expecting, and glanced down. A decidedly not-coffee, almost clear amber liquid greeting him.

"That's.... not coffee?"

"I know, but it's almost 9pm and you really shouldn't be having coffee that late at night.... plus I accidentally made too much and didn't want to waste it." Adaine grinned behind her own mug, taking a sip of her tea and flicking her ears happily. Riz had a distinct feeling this had been a trap, especially since Fabian was trying and failing at keeping a straight face as well.

"It's chamomile. It's supposed to be calming."

He eyed the drink again, taking another sniff before draining half of it in one go. The smell itself was fairly grassy, mixed with the smell of the flowers and the taste wasn't bad just weird and a little bitter.

Adaine made a pleased noise, taking another sip of her tea. "So?"

"It's... okay. Thanks. Is it supposed to be a little spicy?" Riz flicked one of his ears, running his tongue across his teeth because it felt a little itchy.

"No? What do you mean spicy?" Fabian reached across the table, grabbing Rizs mug and taking a swig himself. "I'm not sure what you're on about but that tastes totally normal. Maybe a little bitter because it was over-steeped but not at all spicy."

"Huh..." Riz shrugged, shoving his crystal in his pocket and taking back the mug from Fabian. Wipeing the rim where he'd drunk from it with his palm before finishing it off. If it was one of Adaines fancy teas that she was sharing with him he wasn't going to waste it, even if it wasnt coffee.

It didnt even take a full minute for the itching to start getting worse, spreading from his tongue to his lips and down his neck. His heart rate was already starting to race a bit when Kristen across the table shouted 'Oh SHIT!' and practically sprinted out of the room towards the kitchen. A sentiment echoed by Fabian when he noticed the splotchy rash covering the goblins face.

Given that he was starting to feel decidedly /bad/ Riz had a momentary thought that someone had tried to poison him, but the thought was banished almost immediatly when he tried to examine it. Adaine had been drinking the same thing for at least ten minutes before Riz had even taken a sip, Fabian had also had some and he was totally fine. It definitly didn't line up with any of the poisons they'd had to 'test' in his first year classes; it felt more like whenever he was goaded into eating that sushi Fabian liked with the cucumber slices but ramped up to a thousand.

"What the FUCK The Ball, are you ok?" The half-elf stood up so quickly his chair fell over behind him, rounding the table just as quickly to get in front of him. Riz blinking owlishly at him as he was loomed over and his face grabbed and inspected, head turned backwards and forwards as he peered at the quickly spreading hives.

The goblin tried to reply but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and it was starting to get hard to breath. Breath coming in wheezing gasps as the seconds ticked on to the sounds of Kristen rummaging frantically in the kitchen.

"Oh uuuh, have you been poisoned? Fuck does anyone have cure poison? Wait we drank the same thing am I poisoned too?" Fabians voice got a little higher as Riz's wheezing got worse, Riz trying to pantomime the conclusions he'd already reached himself without being able to speak.

The fighter, flailing for something to do, ended up grabbing Fig by the arm. "Have you got a heal or something he's turning COLOURS."

"DO NOT CAST HEAL" Kristen shouted from the kitchen, a loud crash following the shout as she swore. "ITLL MAKE IT WORSE. FUCK WHERE ARE THEY?..... TOSS HIM A BARDIC ILL BE THERE IN A SEC."

Riz's vision was already tunnelling a bit when he felt the bardic hit, the goblin focusing mostly on just trying to breath and not dig furrows into the table where he'd gripped it to keep himself upright. Not being able to breath right was making him woozy and it kept getting harder.

Bereft of something to do, Gorgug had apparently decided that guarding the door was the best course of action as if they were being attacked but had quickly abandoned his post. Ducking into the kitchen to help Kristen with whatever she was doing in there.

Fig and Adaine hovering nervously over Fabians shoulder before getting shoved out of the way when Kristen barrelled back in, apparently having finally found what she was looking for with Gorgugs help.

"Shit sorry, this is Jawbones but I don't think he'll mind." Kristen knelt in front of the rogue, fiddling with something in her hand for a moment, a blue cap getting popped off one end before slamming the orange side against his thigh.

Riz was able to breath easier after just a few seconds, though he still felt light-headed with his heart going a mile a minute. Kristen taking her turn to grab his face with one hand and check him over while her other hand dialed her crystal.

"Hey Jawbone. We need you to come home like NOW" She listened for a few seconds, face serious in a way that Kristen rarely was that made the whole party shut up and listen. "Yeah. Riz had a really bad allergic reaction..... yeah.... yeah I used your allergy pen.... yeah he's breathing okay but we should go to the emergency room. Yeah, okay."

Their cleric hung up her crystal, breathing a sigh of releif and thanking Cassandra that she'd paid attention during her classes. Allergy reactions were bad, mostly because they were a) not a poison and b) were your bodys natural reaction to what it considered a threat. Casting a heal had an almost 100% chance of speeding up the reaction and making it worse.

Luckily, both Tracker and Jawbone had some serious allergies of their own and kept allergy pens stocked on their person plus extras in the house in case of emergencies. She was her parties primary healer, and despite her usual attitude she took her job /seriously/.

"Okay, cool." Kristen clapped her hands together, Riz jumping and looking up at her from where he was still panting heavily trying to catch his breath. "Yooou are SUPER allergic whatever was in that tea, so don't drink that ever again. Jawbone is on his way, we're going to the emergency room to get you sorted out. Those pens aren't a solution, so let me know if it starts getting hard to breath again."

Riz just nodded, a little breathless and feeling like his heart was hammering in his ears. Squeaking out an 'Im okay' in Adaines direction when he noticed she had started tearing up. He didnt even put up a fight when Fabian scooped him up under the arms and marched outside with Kristen to wait for Jawbone to get home, even if the half-elf was holding him a little too tightly to be comfortable.

The rest of the party, including Gorgug who'd apparently been trying to clean up the mess Kristen had left in her wake in the kitchen, hovering nervously in the doorway as they left. Kristen convincing them to just stay and wait becuase they'd hopefully only be gone an hour or two and having the whole worried party in the emergency room would just stress Riz out worse.

Riz only belatedly realised that it was going to be damn expensive, and before Jawbone even got there he tried wiggling free with protests of 'I'm fine' and 'It's a waste of money going to the emergency room'.

His efforts failed spectacularly though, Fabian only tightening his grip and setting his jaw in a way that Riz knew he meant business. Riz was not escaping this grapple.

"Even if its expensive, I'm paying." Fabian said with a finality that the goblin knew he couldn't argue with. "It's mostly my fault anyway. The tea was my idea, Adaine was merely a co-conspiritor."

"Yeah but you didn't know i was-" Riz tried to protest, argument dying in his throat when Fabian turned his one good eye on him in a way that was ENTIRELY too intimidating. "Um... okay. Thanks."

"Good, glad thats settled. Now stay still and focus on not choking." Fabian nodded, adjusting his grip to ruffle Riz's hair. "I would be too embarassed to be seen with you in public if you were downed because of a /fancy tea/."

[starzshopoflove]

Filthy Girl ( John Price x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,literally just me projecting onto reader, reader is kind of a pervert drabble! This will be multi part!! (WC:474)

You whore.

Okay maybe not a whore lets relax on that. You’re not a saint but who could blame you.

Yeah maybe fucking your middle aged neighbour wasnt on your bucket list but if anyone saw him the way you did they’d do the same. It could be argued that you planned this but in your defense he might’ve too. 

Can you help it? The way he hauled in those boxes to his shared home immediately drew your attention. 

Henley's shirt stretched over his broad chest practically clinging to his shoulders and hugging those biceps, if you look at them long enough you could feel your mouth start to water. God what you’d give to have one of those arms wrapped around your neck, your mouth just latched onto his hardened forearms, tongue lapping an biting at the muscled between your teeth tasting both your sweat on him- 

Fuck whats wrong with you? Objectifying your poor neighbor the second you see him? 

Absolutely carry on. 

Which is exactly what you did because here you are holding a box of freshly made cookies in a pair of controversially tight flared yoga pants and top. None of this is neighborly behavior.

You suck up your nerves ringing the door bell ignoring the way your hearts beating in your chest because fuck, its not like your actually doing anything wrong right? You just wanna meet the new neighbors, you even baked them cookies like a good little neighbor, and of course you've dressed appropriately it would be rude to greet them for the first time in some sloppy joggers and a hood no?

By the time he opens the door your just standing there like a fool too far in your head when you actually register his voice 

“Can I help you?”

Fuck, thats gonna sound good all low and soft in your ear when you let him take you from the back.

He thinks its sweet that his little neighbor baked him and his boys some cookies for their tea and that its sweeter how she thinks he doesn't notice her practically undressing him with her eyes. 

Not to say he isn't doing the same.

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You’re so gross

Its been less than 24 hours and you’ve already wanked to him. Here you are back in bed staring at your ceiling practically heaving in the aftershock, sweaty, dry mouth and thighs soaked. He doesn't even know hes given you enough wank material for the next week from that 7 minute interaction.

It wasn't hard to lay back and think about how that beard would feel scratching the soft skin of your thighs, how that rough voice would grow soft for you for hushed whispers of praise, how he could hold you still under his weight to make sure hes taking you as deep as possible. 

Fucking pervert.

[ikkosu]

prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl

read ur earthspark bumblebee fic and I loved it so much u don’t understand how much I love him literally kicking my feet and giggling rn anyways back to prowl. I want to have that man emotionally and a little physically broken and knocked down and he just can’t really go on anymore and then reader pulls him to their lap and hugs and comforts him and he starts crying and sobbing and shit and it’s just very fluffy and that’s when his possessiveness starts anyways this is just a very long ramble and braindump byee

a/n : 😭😭 HELLO???? YOU CSANBT JUST DROP A BOMB AT END THEN LEAVE LIKE ITS NOTHING???? WDYM POSESEIVE??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨 CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR . Ohhh but writing angst with prowl is literally the best tho

THEN, it hit him.

Prowl had expected it, ammassing data from the miniscule furrow of brows, tightening of the lips and shift of stance. Prowl watches. He scrutinizes. He thinks. A one, two, three step — he could calculate the next move.

But wasn't quick enough to register the pain.

He grunts as his helm jerks to the side. A momentum so vehement he staggered off his balance, breaking the rigidity composed of a cold, unflinching face. Now, he's reduced to leaning against the wall, optics a little wide as he took in the sequence.

Like a dam had been spooled, a breach of his calculations, Prowl is stoned cold, left wide open and vulnerable. Jazz would know. The tactician wasnt much good of a fighter.

Warmth trickled from his nose. It tasted bitter on his lips, tangy and acrid, as it dribbles down his chin and plinked onto the ground. He steadied his breath. His digits dig into the wall.

Compose yourself, Prowl.

"Bastard!"

—and he feels a pede hard against his abdomen. A bristle of pain blossomed. First, pinpricks sizzled then it drew every breath from his intake — and out into a grunt. Ivory plating chafes the mettalic floor, curating sparks that skid in tandem of his fall.

Such an open commotion deemed a kind of consequence. Almost immediately, voices bristle and clamour around the base. Comms clicked online. Habsuite door swishes open and out dawdled, droopy, sleep-lulled optics, once irritated by the interruption, now widened in alarm at the sight.

"That's enough." Someone had barked.

Prowl was much too lethargic to care, who. While he gathered himself, pedes scamper, a muffled distance away, not to him but a pitter patter towards the raved and seething bot. He was yelling obscenities.

Prowl tries not to care.

He ignores how it churns his spark a little, like a knife plunged into his chassis and twisting. Servos were quick to furl around the limbs and plating, holding the bot back. They tow him away to the nearest med-bay, he assumed. Struggle was evident.

What was his name? Vox? Vernheim? Vercul? He can't recall. Was it worth remembering? No. Perhaps, it wasn't. Another record he could pass off as insubordinate.

Prowl pressed his helm against the cold, metal floor.

It wasn't worth the risk.

Often, he had sought warmth from the cold, unfurling his beckon while what returned is repugnance. Like an albatross it curled around his neck, strangling the life out of him. You can't be burnt from something already doused of its flames. It was a purpose he tries to upholster, for himself alone and for the better good.

He tuned out the noise. Tuned out the wails of the bot that grew louder and louder as he mourned for his friend — or, he supposed, someone more.

Why should it matter to him?

He lifts his helm a little, high enough to regard the puddle of energon on the floor but low enough not to strain his neck.

Prowl curls out a digit and pressed it against the trickling wound. It coats the ivory tip mauve and another drop rolled from his finger and down where a visage rippled from the puddle. His face bared back. Blue optics, luminiscent and pure and the other, a black-swarthy hole, barren, was his other eye.

Is that how he always looked like? Exhausted? Haggard? The lines of his face, withdrawn and eyes, vacant? If he knew what his actions would have led to, would he have done the same thing as he did? A sharp pain broiled center of his abdomen, right where the pede had landed it's blow.

Prowl swallowed thickly.

Nobody came to him.

"Oh, my god. Prowl?"

He blinks out of his stupor. He's not looking at you, he realizes. His optics were roosted to the ground. To the floor. Then, slowly it trailed upwards to meet your eyes.

Soft, was what he thought as you stood before him in your sleeping garment, hair a mussed up tousle and eyes, glassy. Concern etched the seams of your face, lips frowning.

Irritation fizzles his spark. You should be sleeping. Not joining the myriad of foolish endeavors that had curated prior. But here you are, clutching your shirt, a face so expressive, envy posed a threat to his thoughts.

"Your nose is bleeding!" Your hands finds his shoulder.

Normally, he would dismiss you for being too invasive of his personal space. The difference between of just enough and overbearing isn't clear on your terms — but your voice was frantic. It wavered. He's not sure what to do with himself if it cracked any more.

"I know." He said calmly.

You shake your head in disbelief, now kneeling on the ground. You tugged him closer and every word that you uttered constricted your throat in pain. The pain you felt for him.

" Oh, Prowl. Prowl. Oh, god." Your voice was hushed, coaxing him like he was a child. "Why'd they leave you like this?"

He grits teeth. "Because they knew I'd be fine, alone if I were. And, I am. Now go to sleep. It's late. You have an early shift tommorow. Not to mention, three reports due Friday."

"You're not fine!"

"I am." He clipped.

"You're bleeding!"

"Don't test my patience—"

"You know, you aren't fine! " You rasped. "Stop denying this. Stop denying everything and be gentle with yourself for once!"

You cup his cheek. He bristled at the touch.

Go. Go to sleep. He wants to say. But it's proven difficult by the lump of rocks constricting his throat. He fears that if he uttered a single word — he won't be able to compose himself after, glass breaking at a mere swing.

"You're fragile enough, as is." You said softly. "Stop pushing yourself. Stop pretending. If not for me then...at least for your own good...take care of yourself."

Then, you cradled his helm and pull it against your chest, the possible thought of blood smearing your shirt was discarded.

The fabric nestled his face. It was soft and warm. The fragrance of flowers flared his nose. You smelled nice. Nice like spring. Nice like the morning light that spools through the blinds. When was the last time he was ever held like this?

Prowl tries to steady his thoughts.

"Let me go." He whispered but made no motion to move. His shoulders shook, his servos clamped up into a fist. He feels small. Like a toddler seething with an inner tantrum, tears and snot blotting their itty bitty faces.

You held him tighter. "I won't leave you. Not like this. Not like they did."

"I'm not asking." He bites back. Cool liquid prickles his optics. It's dried by your shirt. Whether or not you felt it, you don't say

"And, I'm not stating an opinion, either." You said, a soothing hand on his back. He's on the ledge, teetering over a cliff he can't climb back up lest he falls.

"A demand goes both ways, Prowl. I'm tired of seeing you like this. Everyday, where you're alone. Cooped up in that room and nobody would spare a glance—"

Your voice wavers.

Prowl buries his face deeper into your warmth. His servo clutched your waist, it was soft to the touch, pulling you close. He wanted to push you. Treat you like how he treats everyone else, a dynamic he often pondered if it was suitable enough for your sanity. But he knew, if ever the day he went too far and you would walk away, the cold shoulder prominent— he's never going to let you go.

"— Let me take care of you, please."

He still hear the voices. The whispers. The resentment. Everything vile that bore a mark on his stature. They purged his mind thoughtless, ushered him to a place, no longer where grief was present but an empty, desolate place where he's unable to escape from it so.

You’re never going to leave him.

And, he’ll ensure in many more ways than one you’re ever going to.

[ultzwoozi]

“ how could you love me..? ”

currently playing: heart like yours by willamette stone

pairings: woozi x gn!reader genre: angsty fluff ; one-shot warning(s): panic attack, slight mentions of insomnia and insecurities. reader kinda has separation anxiety word count: 0.7k authors note: something a bit angsty, i could js imagine woozi being actually good at comfort <3

summary: your boyfriend catches you in the midst of a panic attack, he comforts you and tries to find a way to help you

“ … Breathe deep, breathe clear Know that I'm here, know that I'm here Waiting Stay strong, stay gold You don't have to fear, you don't have to fear Waiting ”

breath in, breath out. thats what you were taught in situations like this. but nothings coming out. you feel like your suffocating, like the walls are closing in on you. sitting on the floor in the shared bedroom of you and your boyfriend, you try to calm yourself down. the lights are dimmed and its late at night, the neighbors were asleep. no one could hear you even if you wanted them to.

jihoon wasnt home. he hasnt been home for over 4 months, hes been on tour. hes finally coming home, but its all setting in. its hitting you harder than a truck, you missed him badly. you realize being so far away from him was a issue. you realized theres a possibility he could stop loving you on the way, theres a possibility he couldve met someone new, theres a possibility he could forget about you. you were overthinking. tears were running down your cheeks and you were hyperventilating badly.

the sleepless nights without him, the fear running through your head, thoughts starting to take up your mind, everything was making you crumble on the floor besides your bed. your ears started ringing, you couldn’t even hear the front door open.

“ … I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon ”

jihoon opened the front door with his keys and immediately could tell something was wrong. “y/n?” he called out, hoping you’d hear, but to no avail you couldn’t. he could hear the faint sobs coming from your room. even with how tired he was from all the traveling, he dropped his stuff by the door and ran over to your shared room. seeing you sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and sobbing, immediately got him worried. without another thought, he walked over and held you in his arms.

“hey hey its okay.. im here now.” he rested your head on his chest. you flinched a bit by the touch of him, not aware he was home yet, let alone in your room. after a minute, you melted into his arms, sniffling and sobbing lightly. your breathing slowly regulating as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear, making sure youre alright. he drew circles on your back, watching the rise and fall of your back.

once your breathing regulated to normal, jihoon pulled your face away from his chest and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “wanna tell me what happened?” he wiped away some tears with his thumb as he looked at you, pure worry filling his eyes.

“ … How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? How could I live before? How could I have been so blind? You opened up my eyes You opened up my eyes Sleep sound, sleep tight ”

“i.. i don’t know its just..” you felt more hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks as the thoughts began to come back. “i started to over think.. and everything started to hit harder and.. god i missed you.” he felt a pain in his heart. he knew it could effect you being gone for so long for the first time in your relationship, but he didn’t think this could happen.

“i missed you too.. im so sorry.” he kissed your forehead and rested you back on his chest. you stayed there in a comfortable silence until your tears dried. after the soft moment, you spoke up.

“how could you love someone like me? you have so many options.. what if you meet someone beautiful when you’re out there?” that got him. that was what broke his heart. thinking in the case that you think of yourself so low. jihoon stayed silent for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say. it hurt that you doubted him. he kept drawing circles in your back as he thought.

“i like the y/n i have here. the loving, sweet, person i’ve grown to love. i don’t need anyone else. i need you. and i promise, im never gonna leave you alone again. you’re coming with me on tours from now on, i can’t leave you here like this.” with that he picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. he held you close to his chest. you snuggled up into his side and slowly found yourself resting in his arms. the tiredness from the traveling hit jihoon, and soon enough he fell asleep holding you tightly as if you were gonna disappear if he didn’t.

[silentwhispofhope]

Hello! Can I have a request a vash x reader? Where vash finds out that his crush (reader) drew him in their sketchbook? Reader also have a crush on him but doesnt confessed cuz they think he wasnt interested on relationship.

A/N: Sure thing, hun! I apologize for the late response! I hope you’re doing alright.

Delightful Suprise

Vash stared at the sketchbook at front of him. It was strange to see it without its owner. He contemplated opening it, watching the sketchbook as if it would magically do so. You were currently out and trying to finish some last minute errands before you two would travel to the next town.

You acted like the little book was your child, often hiding it away from him when he asked to look. Vash pouted. He really wanted to see your work. The blond knew you were good at drawing as he had seen the little doodles you’ve made for the local children on restaurant napkins. His heart would sometimes flare with jealousy when this happened. He wanted something made by you too.

Vash placed his hand under his chin, contemplating on what to do. You had only been gone for about twenty minutes. It wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look, right? The blond quickly made up his mind and reached for the sketchbook.

He softly began to flip through the pages. The first several drawings were landscapes, places the two of you had previously visited. As he continued, sketches of him began to pop up. Each captured some unique shot of him. He chuckled at one of the drawings of him running like a cartoon character.

One drawing stuck out to him though. It was of him, turned towards the viewer, smiling and eyes closed. However, instead of the normal beauty mark by his eye, there was a little heart. His eyes softened. Did you feel the same way?

Vash flipped to the next page, and he felt his face become hot. He saw the glimpse of a note addressed to him. He softly closed the book and pushed it across the table. The blond felt bad for catching a brief look at something so private, but that didn’t stop his heart from swelling with joy. Vash would let you confess to him when you were ready, on your terms.