#i'll open it again soon just gotta get through some first)

[mari-lair]

First of all, thank you, thank you very much for drawing Aoi as the guardian of the clock

I had written an anon asking what it would look like (ignore that anon plz I wrote it at night and it's embarrassing, sorry).

And I'm very excited about the dimensional jumper Teru fic with all the ways Teru could interact and I'm very excited.

But I do feel kind of sad because aka's fic isn't winning in the poll,Don't get me wrong phantom thieves are going to have interesting interactions like the fact that first of all the ones from ladrob au have that Teru and Akane dynamic that I love and I don't know how to describe it, in addition to the fact of the context of that universe, But I met you through aka rl fic so nostalgia hits hard since I was a person who waited for the chapters, I still liked the fact that although you didn't finish the fic you left ideas of how it was going to end which I loved and I thank you infinitely.

So I'm sad that you only chose the one with the most votes and not the two with the most votes, but I know it's tiring to write and your fics are very good no matter what you write, you're going to finish me off, I'm leaning toward the hxh fandom xD.

So have a good day, here in Chile it's 10 in the morning, and I'm already waiting for the fic.

post data: I am using a translator, sorry if something is not understood.

It was my pleasure, I love clock keeper Aoi. Will draw her more in the future for sure!

Aka may have been my first really fleshed-out fic on Tumblr, so it's been a while! I don't think I'll ever get back to his AU now that it lost the poll (unless is a one-shot/or a slightly tweeked version of it. Maybe...) :( but it warms my heart that the au stuck with ya, and the ideas I shared for the possible future of the fic were appreciated <3

the dimension hop fic is mostly a blank doc as of now, I only really started writing after the polls were over, so it will take some time to finish, stay strong! But it makes me hyped that you're so excited for it! I'll share a snippet as soon as I finish a full scene from it! Hopefully you'll enjoy the eventual brand-new aus on it too.

I am not sure if you enjoy my hxh content more, or if you are starting to like hxh because of me, (it just be like that with translators no worries) but I am glad you like all aus :D

[octoberautumnbox]

I Got All I Need

Le Sserafim Kim Chaewon (ft. Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader)

Categories/warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation, voyeurism i think, anal, abuse, rough sex, like really really rough sex (kinda)

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: wrote on a whim lol no proofread no beta im sorry anways--

Chaewon lay bored in her bed, having exhausted her SNS feeds and Watch Later playlist. Her members sent all manner of pictures with their families and other friends in the groupchat, and honestly, genuinely, Chaewon was happy for them! And just a teeny bit envious, that's all, cross her heart and hope to die.

Her phone read 6:06 pm, and on her first long weekend off in the year, she had nothing to do. She was getting desperate for some fun. She opened her contacts app and punched in a random number.

"Ah, sorry, Chaewon-ssi," the voice on the other end of the line admitted, "Yena won't be back in Korea until next Friday. I'll let her know you called."

"Hi, this is Eunbi! I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!" Of course she uses an answering machine, Chaewon thought.

"Hi, Unnie!" Chaewon was overjoyed! "Hey Minmin, I was just curious if you were down to eat--" The sound of a bell rang loud in the other side of the phone call. "Oops, I'm really really sorry Unnie. Gotta get back now. Long night ahead of us, they're even killing my character again today! See you soon!"

Looking to her closet, Chaewon's mind was half-set to just put on a warm coat and go out alone. That's a thing people do nowadays, right? Go out and eat by themselves?

Sighing, she went for one last-ditch effort. She knows she won't pick up. She knows that even if she does, she wouldn't want to come out. She knows that if she wants to come out, it'll be shabu-shabu and sitting around by the Han River. "Oh well," Chaewon resigned, "At least I won't be alone."

She scrolled down her contacts and found her name. Tap, tap, tap, and the ringing started. One ring, two, three, and four. Chaewon expected this, so much so that she's not even disappointed.

"H-hello?" Chaewon fought back a gasp! "Hey, hi Yuri! I was going to go out for a bite--"

"Ah, fuck..." Silence filled the phone line for a good few seconds before Yuri's end broke it again. "Shit, th-that's really good."

"Yuri?" "Ffffuck yes, just like that..." Disbelief filled Chaewon's mind. "Sorry," Yuri struggled to whisper, "wh-who is this?"

"It's... It's Chaewo-" "Fuck! Shit, shit, shit, please..."

Chaewon had half a mind to just drop the call then and there, and she should, right? This is one of her best friends in the world. Busy, as they say, with something important.

"Unnie, I'm so sorry, I just have the thickest cock ripping my asshole apart right now, ahhh, oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

Although, as much as Chaewon wants to deny it, dropping the call was out of the question now. She had to know just what exactly was going on.

"Are you okay, Yuri? Do... you need me to call someone?"

"Haahhhhh... Ahh, AHHHH!" Yuri's scream ripped through the phone line, and Chaewon couldn't keep her own free hand from straying anymore.

"Unnie, I... I need y-you... to keep a... a secret," It was hard for Chaewon to decipher what her friend was saying, between every moan and grunt littered across her speech. She couldn't resist, though, that she was paying more attention to them than whatever words could be spilling out of Yuri's mouth.

"I'm... with my... with my boyfriend. He's p-pounding my ass right now..." Chaewon was groping her own ass at that moment, and she could feel herself getting moist.

She heard whispering at the other end. Yuri's voice rang clearer, even if a bit shakier. "He says... if I end the call... he'll tie me up and, and leave me," Yuri's breaths are heavy and laced with exhaustion, "un-until morning. So I'm sorry, but I can't... Mmmmff..."

Chaewon couldn't believe she was getting hot to the sound of her friend getting fucked hard. There was no way pure, sweet, innocent Yuri was like this, right? Absolutely impossible.

And yet, she found her own hand slipping under her panties. She felt her smooth pussy lips, how they were slick against her fingers, and how her insides were starting to burn up.

"Unnie... he's making me tell you..." Chaewon was all ears now, desperate for more.

"I have six inches of cock up my ass... and three ffffingers... in my soaking cunt." Three wouldn't fit, Chaewon thought, so she settled for two inside herself. Her pussy lips parted for them, and Chaewon let out a tiny "mmmh."

"He... he's rubbing my clit, and... AHHH--" Chaewon was palming her own clit as her fingers shoved themselves slowly in and out of her pussy, letting more of her juices out and onto her panties.

"... and he's s-slapping and pinching it, Unnie..." Frustrated and in heat, Chaewon frantically stripped and kicked away both her shorts and panties; they were ruined anyway. She lay comfortably back onto her bed and spread her legs, in prime position for her own missionary fucking, with regrettably nothing more than her left hand.

"And Unnie..." Her former member's deep and heavy breaths occupied the phone line. "P-please... don't let this... change how you see me... God, please, no..."

Chaewon pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy hard now. Her juices were falling all over her bedsheets, and the scent of her sex reaching her nose only spurred her on.

"Yuri... Tell me."

"He... he creampied me, Unnie..." Suddenly, Chaewon's hips lifted off the bed momentarily as she heard this. Her fingers found a good spot as she returned to the bed, and from then on strove to hit it again and again and again.

"More, Yuri-yah... please..." She couldn't hide it anymore, Chaewon was moaning just as loudly now as her beloved friend.

"Th-three times, Unnie... in my ass..." Chaewon's eyes shut tight as her brain locked onto what was being said. "And... six... I think, in my... my pussy... oh- OH GOD!"

Chaewon started grinding against her palm, forcing more pleasure through her crotch. She humped against the air, lifting and dropping her hips in a needy bid for her sweet release.

"FUCK! Unnie, I can't remember-- Shhhhhit, shitshitshitshit... How- how many times he came in my cunt- AHHHH!"

She could hear it so much better now, how her friend's ass slapped against her boyfriend's waist. Yuri's moans rang louder still, pushing her phone's speaker to its limit.

"Unnie, holy fuck, Unnie... Please... don't..." Yuri collected herself for a moment before starting again. "He... he has my-my nipples in clamps, too... It hurts so good, Chaewon-unnie, shit... everything is so good..."

Chaewon struggled against her top, and managed to get all of it up past her chest and under her neck. Her breasts bounced out from under her bra and relaxed. She pinched and squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could, feeling the nub stiffen against her fingertips.

"And I came, Unnie..." Her fingers returned to pleasuring her now-leaking pussy. Chaewon rubbed around her lips to collect more of her slick, before shoving now three of her fingers inside her.

"I came so... so many times. F-fifteen... before I- ahhh- lost c-count." Chaewon found her pace and rhythm again. She pistoned her fingers into and out of her sex as her moans reached the other end of the line too.

"Fuck, Yuri-yah, that sounds so fucking good... I'm close... I'm so close!"

"He's forcing me t-to tell you, Unnie, ahhhhh..."

Chaewon shut her eyes again, wishing, imagining it was her getting the railing of her life. Only now did she realize how big the wet spot on her bed between her legs was.

"I'm... Unnie, I'm... his slut. I'm his ffffuuuckdoll..."

Chaewon was straining herself now, her arm muscles burning with overexertion. She felt her cunt leak so much of her sex all over her hand. She wildly fingered her g-spot, praying that her climax comes soon.

"I'm his pleasure girl, Unnie," Chaewon heard her friend's voice break with sobs between words and moans. "I'm his slutty, hhhorny, p-personal o-onahole..."

At this point, Chaewon was sobbing too. Why couldn't she have a boyfriend like that? Why can't she be the one getting sexually taken advantage of? She even bet she could make Yuri's boyfriend feel worlds better than Yuri ever could.

"I'm his... I'm his slutty fucking cumdump, Unnie! He fucks me raw and creampies my cunt- AHHHHH- and I love when he fills my womb up so much it leaks out of my abused pussy!"

A scream dragged itself across Chaewon's throat, and she made sure both Yuri and her boyfriend heard. Chaewon's arm burned hotter with overfatigue as she was nearly breaking her own pussy with how hard she was pumping. "Fuck, Yuri! Please! I need to cum!"

"Fuck, Unnie, me too! Shit, Unnie, I have to tell you..."

Tears streamed down Chaewon's cheeks now, her crotch and thighs soaked with her slick. She's already lost control of herself and fully gave in to her body's desires, wailing cries and moans that she couldn't even recognize as her own anymore.

"I'm not safe, Unnie! I'm so fucking f-fertile! He's going to make me pregnant! H-he's put- FUCKING SHIT, PLEASE DADDY- He's putting a fucking baby in my womb!!! AAAHHHHHHH!"

"FFFFUCK, YURI! HOLY FUCK I'M CUMMING SO MUCH!!!"

Chaewon's cum sprayed out of her sore cunt in intense streams. Chaewon forcefully pulled her fingers out as her hips convulsed violently, wringing out every last drop of her climax. She kept squirting for what felt like ages, and with every spurt of her girlcum she grew less and less alert.

Her eyes were heavy, and her ears were failing her. Her hands dropped to the sides, as did her waist onto the mattress as her climax overwhelmingly resolved. She grew less and less aware of her heart beating out of her chest, and, finally, passed out naked on her cum-soaked bed.

a/n: lmao jesus christ anyways this wasn't the incest smut i was talking abt that's still in the works

[shotmrmiller]

dbf!price waking you up with his head in between your thighs while dad Simon is in the kitchen getting breakfast going

!!! OKAY BUT!!!

OHMYGOD!

okay since simon likes to run a bed and breakfast for the 141, he doesn't knock on their door to wake them up or anything, just lets them come out when they're ready.

which lets price slip into your bedroom unnoticed.

dbf!price spent half of the night in his bed, and the other on yours, slotted in between your legs, balls deep inside of you.

he had told you to keep it down, "you'll wake your daddy up and we don't want that, do we darling? that'll mean i gotta get out of here, and leave this pretty pussy empty."

you try, honest.

but the way he murmurs delicious filth into your ear as he splits you open with his painfully thick cock pulls the pleasured sounds from your throat unbidden.

so he clamps his hand over your drooling mouth as he folds you in half until the first rays of sunlight pour through your window.

And then he eats you for breakfast, licking up the mixture of both of your release, and the heels of your dainty feet dig into the strong muscles of his broad back as you feel the coil in your tummy about to unspool when there's a familiar knock on your door, freezing the blood in your veins.

you quickly sit up to fluff the large, pillowy comforter of yours around john to hide him under it, and throw a couple of pillows over him too.

the knock happens again, this time more insistent.

you keep your legs bent, hopefully creating a makeshift tent over john's head and frantically reach for your phone on the nightstand.

john's only warning is a gentle tug of his hair and a poignant look.

keep still.

covering him completely, you lie back and scroll through your phone.

"yeah! Come in!"

you squeeze john's head in between your thighs anxiously.

if your dad finds out about this, he's gonna skin you both.

simon sticks his head in through the door frame, and gives you a quick smile.

"mornin' sweetheart. i'm gonna go get some tea for the old man since his palate is too good f'my humble yorkshire gold. ya want somethin'?"

you tensely shake your head.

"no, i'm alright. thank you, daddy."

simon's eyes narrow a fraction, as he silently stares at you, and you're about to gnaw off your tongue from the nerves when he nods.

"alright. i'll be back soon, don't go makin' too much noise if you decide to get up— price and johnny are still asleep."

giving him a shaky laugh, you tell him to be safe as you watch him twist the thumb turn on the knob, locking the door before softly closing it shut.

simon's footsteps still ring loud and clear down the hall when you feel john's slick, warm tongue part your folds and flick your swollen clit.

oh, how he redundantly locks your door, as if the monster isn't already inside the bedroom with you.

[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED And I'll be rewriting soon)

First part

The birds twittering outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in for a while, comfortable, silly sheets dropping over the tangled limbs onto each other.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths could be heard from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You opened them again, looking at your best friend.

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were holding your breath until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, a pleading hint in his words as the male shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong Joker?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattoed boys grip tightening, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your aid, Wooin was awoken.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned a playful 'no' digging his face deeper in your chest.

"Please? I have school in two hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be tiring. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin as the last one.

Being kinda enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast as the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands stroked your waist up and down, the taller figure behind you blocking the light from shining on your body.

Tattoos were displayed the forearm of Jokers as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

You were sitting your classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent towards the boys way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy of the embarrassment you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you exited the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine. "Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice as your own reached the ends of your city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No bruh! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a sad face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And i mean a lot of money.

୨୧

You receives a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker where going today only for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge dramatic show with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you where you were going, with who, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, made you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen wonder who you were texting.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return him made Owen sad, not finishing his question.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocated, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' to which he walked with you behind him to the cashier.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Signing, you slightly cringed at what Owen had called you but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you almost got a meter away.

"Y/nie wait!!"

Never mind, you got secondhand embarrassment. Why did he shout that nickname so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like the boring mood from before switched 180°, shining so brightly as he took you inside, the breeze of the coffee smell hit your senses as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you since he couldn't speak Korean that good.

"Y/n?"

"What's up?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He acted as if he was 'sad'

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the necklace. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he went left for his own seat after helping you.

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faintly, maybe because of the scorching sun on his face that turned it to a slightly pink hue. His pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

୨୧

Just as your food arrived, the noise of bell on the door that lead inside the cafe made your ears twitch, hearing a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Aa!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up to get picked up by you.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he noticed your figure.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more which lead to you laughing at his cuteness, the black haired boy proud of himself.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The baby blue haired male sighed at his brother, this kid was nagging him to no stop so he could take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he met you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood stopping its flow, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took you Jokers hand into your own, it swallowed yours in size as you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide. Him and the Blondie had a staring contest, both not speaking up. Just glaring draggers at each other.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You stared at Owen who made you stop talking to the kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you smirking. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Joker couldn't understand him or what?

But the male who looked like a gangster didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Just in that moment, a veiny hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too high it made you clench them around it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'rivals' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owens smirk spread on his face, his fingers were now taking the pendent on the necklace around your beck.

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

He hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You had your hand around Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the conversation stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a brand. A very pricy one.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished doing the order for your best friend, from instinct, you reached down, placing your fingers ontop of Jokers hand.

If only he could also afford you pretty things like that, would you like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes popping out their sockets. Who knew Joker was also sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would rather cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker interlaced his fingers with yours, taking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker halted and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you making you disgustingly sweat, hearing your heart in your ears. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a pinkish glow. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out.

"Whats you type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, youre probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, walking him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pining you like a predator would to its prey, he was in deep thoughts, staying by your side.

You just got to your apartment, in front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the male who took your face in his palm.

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your heart stopped beating, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, pulling you to his body.

By him tilting your head, the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers, your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably fall.

You were moved from side to side occasionally, none of you letting go, wrapped up against each other.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so perfect, made for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation in his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as hell. The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt tight, he needed to take you home now...

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were clashing again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining in. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whos face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted into pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the grip on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his moisturized lips. He was just about to sleepover at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears coming up? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the pierced boy who got a glare in return, only for the taller boy to stop when he saw him hugging you, buying your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, busting watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringy, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, only smirked while the one towering over you sneaked a hand around your waist.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...if we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open up the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breath against your head, something poking against your inner inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made you hitch your breath, two beasts emerging through the door after you, thats when you were pulled back from walking away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't who until Wooin moved in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt as it came in contact with your lips and mouth. The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hiickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running crawling on your spine, your mouth occupied by Wooin who's breath was getting shorter with yours which lead him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didnt know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, his baseline of his cock showing through the sweats he wore.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, placing it on his hard-on, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You earned for all of it.

"Hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undressing, feeling a bit cold . "spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. That's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you to the chilly air, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs perfect for Wooin.

Your hips flinched at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping of the wet muscle.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last dinner.l

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down, his hands massaged the side on your belly, trying to get you to relax.

Sweet noises exited your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own Good but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"W-wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it left your hole that pulsated, only for him to stimulate you by running circles around the pearl.

His thumb took that spot, harsh rubbing to your clit that throbbed, sending sensual feelings all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shaking.

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didnt like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, your heart was beating like crazy, so hot. The room was so lewd.

The noise were so lewd, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so long? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the baby blue haired boy who's cock was definitely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroom tip that was a glowing red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His too was inside, now the rest 9 inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shut close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped, you shook, your warm walls were trying to push out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your hip, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder balde, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it hurt so much, your flesh was blocking you and him from moving.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were around the base, clit catching on the vein running along on his huge dick that made you want to throw up when it was filling you up.

The way your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier , his cock now pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruised your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again but you steadied on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your soft spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, by the was you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at base of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched as if he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each thrust, sending you off the edge each time.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so heated, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a fleshlight.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins and caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker bulge inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft forcing your elastic walls to rip each time.

"I love you....I love you."

The boy who's eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you gave him, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it ripped again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling a bit as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blew the guilt away.

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didnt stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your juices covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, the was you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the brim with hot, creamy cum that trickled down the sides if your hole, the cock that was layered with the white honey and onto his now emptied balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

HYou probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you now gripping onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, I'm on the pill, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

୨୧

You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didnt want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

Tags heh

@loyard176 here you go :3

[astrophileous]

currently i just keep thinking of derek talking to little bug while bug is still pregnant and bug thinking it's hilarious but also adorable

OMFG yesss hear me out, I personally think derek persuades bug to move in with him as soon as she comes out of the hospital because her place is trashed during the investigation of her kidnapping (at least that was the excuse derek gave, even tho everyone knows he just wants her around 24/7) and since THAT FIRST NIGHT he's been doing this

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You awoke to the sound of gentle whispers against your stomach.

This wasn't the first time that it had happened. You had been waking up in the middle of the night to Derek murmuring things to your belly. The first time it occurred, you kept your eyes shut throughout the whole thing, discreetly listening to the conversation Derek was having with the baby. At first, you thought the whole ordeal was a one-time occurrence, until it had happened again the next night, and the next night, and the next night after that.

This time, it was no different.

"Hey, Little Bug," Derek said softly. "Just checking in. How ya doin'?"

You clenched your jaw to keep the laughter at bay.

Waves of cool air from the AC flowed against the skin of your abdomen, courtesy of Derek rolling your night shirt up to expose the bump that had grown even bigger in the last couple of weeks. You could feel his large hands cupping your belly, seemingly trying to coax a movement from the baby despite Spencer previously telling him that he wouldn't feel anything for at least another month.

"I'm just making sure you're doing okay in there," Derek continued. "Now, I know you've been through a lot for such a small bug, and I know it wasn't easy what you've gone through. But I just wanna say how proud I am that you held your ground through it all."

Your heart stirred at Derek's statement.

"Stay strong and healthy in there, Little Bug. Just gotta hang on there for a few more months and you'll be out in the world. Once you're here, I promise, you won't need to fight for anything else 'cause I'll do that for you. There's a whole lotta people here who can't wait to meet you. Me and your Mama, we can't wait to meet you. So you hang on tight, alright?"

Derek peppered dozens of tiny kisses on your belly. The scracthy sensation of his stubble made your abdomen constrict involuntarily.

"You know," Derek's voice suddenly erupted, "it's rude to eavesdrop in a private conversation."

You opened your eyes to see Derek staring mischievously right at you.

"As long as this baby is still inside of me, privacy is sadly a privilege you can't have, Derek."

Your reply earned an impish grin from him.

"You hear that, Little Bug? That's your Mama for you. A very sneaky--"

"Hey!"

"--impatient--"

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"--and hot-headed woman. But God, if she isn't the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

A stealthy smile slipped onto your lips. "You're trying to sweet talk me, Derek?"

"I'm tryna teach our child to appreciate their Mama's beauty." Derek grinned.

Unable to resist the flutters in your stomach anymore, you pulled Derek closer with the collar of his T-shirt before connecting your lips in a deep kiss. His hand creeped up your waist with a touch that burned your body to its core. When the two of you finally pulled apart for air, the fire you saw inside Derek's eyes was unmistakable.

"Hey, Little Bug," Derek said, bending himself down so he was leveled with your belly once more. "I'll get back to you in a sec, yeah? Me and your Mama got some important business to attend to."

[hearts4golbach]

Hiii :) I love your work and I saw that your doing tara x fem reader so I have a request!! So like tara and reader are both famous youtubers. They are already dating but they haven't told a single soul. Everyone already knows reader is a women kisser. So Tara's a bit scared to come out and tell her fans so reader let's tara know that they will be their for her when she comes out. So later that night tara builds up the confidence and posts on her insta a photo of her and reader announcing their relationship and reader comes straight over to taras house to congratulate her for coming out as bi or pan!!!

Straight out of the Closet.

pairing:

Tara Yummy x Fem!Reader.

warnings:

none

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my," you cleared your throat, "best friend, Tara Yummy!"

your voice played back through the video. you admired Tara's smile. Tara was your girlfriend, but very little people knew that.

although all of your fans knew you were bisexual, no one knew Tara was as well. she had always been scared of coming out. she didn't want backlash from some of her fans, and you knew that would break her heart. you never pressured her to come out or announce that you were dating. You liked how calm your relationship was whenever you weren't worried about the publics view.

your phone began to ring. you looked over, seeing Tara's name at the top of the screen. you answered immediately. "Hi, baby."

"Hey," she sounded a little shaken up. "I really want to come out to everyone. I hate keeping us a secret. I wanna post all of those cute photos we take together."

you stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Tar, your true fans will be there for you either way. you know I will be, too."

she sighed. "I know, I just -" she smacked her lips. "I don't know. it's really fucking scary."

"i know. it is really scary, but I know you can do it. I'm ready whenever you're ready, okay?"

she hummed, "Okay. I think im going to do it soon."

"rip the bandaid off, you know?"

"yeah, I know." she sighed once more, "okay. I'm doing it tonight."

"tonight? you're absolutely sure you're ready?" After 7 months of dating, you could tell she was still anxious. you furrowed your eyebrows together with worry.

"yeah, like you said, rip the bandaid off. well, I gotta go, love. I have to stop procrastinating recording this fucking video." you could tell she rolled her eyes when she mentioned recording. she loved her job, but it got overwhelming at points.

"okay, have fun. you got this. call me when you're done."

"mkay, bye."

you said bye as she hung up the phone. you walked back into your room and slumped down into your chair to continue watching your video.

after a couple hours of planning video ideas and mindlessly scrolling on youtube, Tara finally called you back.

"Hey, how was recording?" You greeted.

"it was okay. I did it." she mentioned casually.

you shot up in your chair. "You did it?!" You ran to open up Instagram. the first photo that popped up was a picture of tara cuddled up in your lap. she was placing a kiss on your forehead. the caption read, 'My baby' with you tagged. "Holy shit. I'm coming over."

a giggle slipped from her lips. "Okay! I'll see you when you get here." You could hear how giddy but nervous she was.

you ran out to your car and began to drive to Tara's house. at stop lights, you kept an eye on the posts' comments. so far, they were all positive. you were over the moon for Tara.

you knocked twice before walking into her house. she greeted you in the kitchen with a hug. you gently pressed your lips against hers. "im so proud of you." You tucked her hair behind her ear.

Tara smiled at you. "Have you seen the comments?"

you nodded, "Yeah! they're all good and I'm so happy about that." You sighed.

tara kept her arms wrapped around you. "Thank you for helping me."

"Of course, Tar. you don't have to thank me for that." You furrowed your eyebrows.

she shrugged before pressing her lips onto yours again. "whatever."

[fairlyang]

Fun I 🕷️

in which ghostface!miguel wants you all to himself, no matter the cost

w/c: 1.4K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x nerdyfem!reader

tags: murder, a lil dark, mans is crazy, but head over heels for you tho, seducing, kinda exhibitionism, fingering

part two

Miguel wanted you all to himself, desperately. He was willing to do just about anything. He knew he couldn't get close to you while your friends were still in the picture.

He thought they were terrible people and so far up their own asses so in his mind he was gonna do you a favor. Plus why would you want any other friends or lovers when you'd have him?

So he decided to strike at the Halloween party at some fraternity. You only went to the party because your friends begged all day, but you went on the condition that they'd still let you finished your book. So you went into the backyard and just read while occasionally listening to one of your friends flirt with some guy.

But any time your group separated he made sure to get into a secluded area with each of your friends.

First up was your best friend who went to the bathroom. He stood outside the door in his ghostface mask and a black robe and as soon as she opened the door he pushed her back in. He pushed her again the wall and made it as quick as possible.

He left her body in the bathtub and closed the curtain before cleaning his knife then walking out going out looking for the next.

Which luckily for him another friend bumped into him and swore him out. He groaned and quickly dragged her back into the bathroom, closing the door then sticking his knife into her stomach.

He looked at her through his mask as she tried to choke out words but he just grabbed her, opening the curtain and pushed her on top of her friend in the bathtub.

Once again wiping his knife clean on the sink before looking at the bathtub one more time before closing the curtains and walking out, closing the door behind him.

He made his way through the crowded people and went outside. He expected to still find some people out there and not just you but he was happy to have you alone.

And didn't even have to kill your last friend to get you alone.

He takes off his mask and walks over to you, you look up at the sound of footsteps and put your book down, "oh hey Miguel." You say and give him a sweet smile.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he returned the smile and walked past you to sit on the chair right next to you. "hi pretty girl, what are you doing out here by yourself huh?" He says and leans in closer to you.

You shrug and hold up your book which just makes him chuckle, "how'd they convince ya to come this time?"

"said they'd let me be as long as I came." You say and grin.

He laughs and shakes his head, you were just so sweet.

"I've got an idea..." he says and brings a hand down to your thigh.

You gasp and widen your eyes, "w-what are you doing?"

"Just wanna have some fun with you princess." He whispers and grazes your skin gently.

He knew he'd never ever have it in him to hurt you, let alone make you do something you didn't want to do. And he knew you have a lot of curiosity, he knew you were just a horny little virgin that's just been dreaming of being touched.

And how could he not offer to help you out?

"I- uh-" you stammer and look down at his hand, it gently squeezed your thigh making you bite your lip.

You never thought you'd have a chance with a guy like Miguel. According to your friends he was picky when it came to girls and you never thought he'd go for someone like you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were exactly what he's been looking for. And exactly who he wants.

"So what do you say pretty girl?" He whispers in your ear sending a shiver all throughout your body.

"We can have a little bit of fun..." he coos and leaves a soft kiss along your neck making you shake.

"Or you can just give me the word and I'll stop." He says pulling away making you immediately shake your head.

"Gotta tell me what you want sweetheart." He whispers as he brings his hand closer and closer to where you have so desperately been needing to touched.

"D-don't stop... please." You whimper out and he smiles.

"Whatever you say princess." He whispers and scoots his chair as close to you as possible.

He then spreads your legs and lifts your skirt up to reveal a pair of baby pink panties. "So pretty angel." He coos in your ear making you hide your face in your hands.

He tuts in disapproval and slides his left hand into your panties. You gasp then bite your lip realizing you're outdoors and that anyone could come outside. He then dips two fingers into your already soaked cunt and just relishes in the fact that he's finally doing this.

He's wanted you for so long but with your friends in the way and blabbering nonsense in your ear he knew you wouldn't wanna hear him out. But considering how he didn't even have to convince you maybe you wanted this too?

He slips one finger inside slowly but you still let out needy little moans for him that only drove him more insane. He then pulls it out only to push it back in again, your walls clenching beautifully against his finger.

And those sounds. Not just your pretty, desperate moans but the sounds of your wetness as he fucked you, faster now.

You were practically swallowing his finger whole, but it just felt so good. You've only ever taken your fingers and could barely take two. With just one of his it felt like you were getting fucked with two of yours.

But it was so good, even better than you'd imagine fingering would feel like.

Suddenly he slips in a second finger and you cried out, feeling way too full but he just sweetly kissed your cheek and told you how good you were taking it. "Such a good girl for me." He murmured in your ear as he slowly pumped his fingers deeper and deeper.

You nodded and moaned as he gradually went faster, your cries were like music to his ears. He could set them up as his ringtone or alarm for every morning just so he could hear you if he was able to. He was already in love with all the sounds you were making, it was even better than anything he's ever dreamed of.

"F-fuck- Miguel-" you moan out and it made his cock twitch under his pants.

"Like that sweet girl?" He coos and you whimper aimlessly nodding again.

He groans and goes faster, already feeling your juices drip out and down to your pretty ass. Oh badly he wanted to make you cum. Those damn wet dreams always kept him up, he'd picture your pretty eyes looking at him as you cried that you wanted to be his good girl.

He wasn't strong enough to stop them and let them continue as he'd stroke his cock imagining all the sounds you'd make but now he didn't have to imagine.

He leaned against your head, kissing your cheek again as you melted into his touch and felt your legs start to shake. He started going deeper and curling his fingers up making sure to hit that sweet spot that'll make you cum in no time.

"Fuck! O-oh god- Miguel-" you moaned out and bucked your hips up as you felt that funny feeling in your tummy.

"I-I- mmm- I think I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me pretty girl. Be a good girl for me sweetheart." He coos and you whimpered as your legs began to shake and your orgasm hits you like never before.

You cried out for him as he slowed down letting you ride out your high as he left gentle kisses on your face. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath but your body was still slightly shaking.

He slips his fingers out of you and then brought them up to his mouth where he licked them clean as you watched in awe and shock.

Suddenly you hear the door open and you quickly scrambled to fix your panties and put your skirt down. Miguel lets his fingers out with a pop as your last remaining friend came over and gave him a look.

"Hey girl, still hanging out here?" She asks and you nod, feeling your face heat up.

"We were just having some fun, weren't we angel?" He says at first looking at her then at you which you nodded and smiled at her.

[runningfrom2am]

the finer things in life // LTPF

summary: coryo merely tolerates you at the beginning of the series. this, is why.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. underage drinking/drug use (its just weed dw), some suggestive content that's not explicit (that's a first for me woah).

a/n: THIS DROPS SOME MAJOR LORE FOR THIS SERIES LIKE PLS- this is so fun and i hope you guys really like it bc i stepped out of my comfort zone a bit here. anyway, happy new year!! as a treat, have r and coryo getting way too messed up for their own good :)

this is mentioned in one of the parts of s2 (oh god i have no clue which one but trust me.) anyway, here's the night they were talking about.

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"Hey, Coryo." You smile, sitting yourself down across from him at the lunch table.

"Y/N/N." He nods, hardly looking up from his food.

"So," You him, leaning forward with your elbows on either side of your plate. "Are you coming to Livia's big party this weekend?"

He shrugs, swallowing before looking up at you. "I don't know. Maybe. Feels a little... trivial."

"Ugh," You scoff, playfully rolling your eyes. "Of course it's trivial, Coriolanus. It's a birthday party for a seventeen year old that's probably going to have fireworks and a four tier wedding cake." You laugh. "But I have to go, so you should too."

He smiles at you a little, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. "A wedding cake?"

"Probably. You saw the invitations." You chuckle. "We can walk together, and I'll see if I can sneak in some posca from our cellar. Please?" You plead.

"Won't your parents be driving you? I wouldn't want to impose." Coryo insists politely.

"Oh, god, no." You laugh. "They're allegedly busy. My father will be working, and my mother will be waiting for him to finish work. Can't tear her away from that. My theory is that they just don't want to go."

"Oh, I see." He replies. Your parents not attending social events wasn't uncommon. Their attention was notoriously hard to attract, and his parents had long since passed, so it was pretty standard for the two of you to either walk together or get your driver to take the two of you places alone.

"Yeah! I think we'll end up walking because my brother has tutoring and god forbid he walk anywhere, but that way there's no dreadful small talk with my family anyway."

"Fine." Coryo agrees. "Only because it's you. Also, I don't think talking to your parents is dreadful, Y/N/N."

"It is. Don't lie." You laugh, taking a bite out of your cookie and waving him off.

You hear the doorbell and run to answer it before anyone else can. "Mom! Coryo's here, I'm leaving now! Bye!"

"You're not going to invite him in?" Your mom asks, cutting you off in the foyer.

"We're already running late, sorry!" You insist, adjusting your hold on the two gift bags in your hands very carefully.

"Alright, well, have fun, dear. Extend our apologies to Livia's parents for us."

"Will do!" You nod, giving her a quick thumbs up before opening the door.

"What do you need a bag for?" She asks and you roll your eyes at your friend standing in front of you before turning to face her again.

"They have a pool, I might need to change." You groan.

"Oh, right." She seems satisfied with that answer. "Hello, Coriolanus, how are you doing tonight?" She asks, turning her attention to him.

"I'm well, Ma'am. Thank you. And you?" He smiles politely.

"We gotta go, Mom, bye!" You shut the door before she can answer.

As soon as you're out of sight from your house, you stop and dig through the tissue paper in one of the gift bags.

"Isn't that for Liv-" Coryo's question is cut off by you holding a bottle of a nondescript liquor out to him.

"This one is for us." You smile, taking another bottle out before shoving the folded-up gift bag into your backpack. "Cheers." You twist the cap off of yours, knocking it against the one he's awkwardly holding before taking a swig.

"Posca? Should we..." He clears his throat. "Should we really be drinking? I feel like we'll get in trouble."

"It's not Posca, it's better. Besides, no trouble if no one knows." You reassure him. "Also, I would bet money that we show up and Festus and Pup are already stumbling."

"You're the most terrible influence, Y/L/N." Coryo shakes his head with a smile on his face, opening the bottle anyway to try it.

"No!" You laugh. "This is good for us. It makes me more... digestible to these stuck-ups."

"Are you not included in that group?"

"Oh, Coriolanus Snow, we are at the top of the list."

The air in the expansive house is as hot and stuffy as it could possibly be. It reminded you so much of your own, but warmer, in a way. Maybe it was just the sheer volume of people inside and the buzz of alcohol in your system.

Livia's parents had been kind enough to leave the whole back garden and pool for you kids to enjoy, and to have your own space free from all of the adults who were also invited.

It was warm out for a May evening when you finally made it outside after saying your 'hello's to all your classmates' parents. Your own parents insisted that you spend a decent amount of time doing so, despite them not being able to make it. Coryo was known to do this as well, so you made your rounds together before thanking the Cardew's for the invitations and they showed you where all the other kids were outside.

Coryo already wanted to leave, and if you did as well, you were good at hiding it. He couldn't tell, blindly following you through the crowded house before making it outside.

"Party's here!" You call out as you step out onto the patio, allowing Coryo to close the door behind you.

"Y/N, you gorgeous girl, finally!" You're quickly greeted by Hilarius Heavensbee, and god, Coryo has never hated him more as the boy is wrapping his arms around you. His attempts at flirting with you are humiliating- Coriolanus doesn't know how he couldn't see that he was embarrassing himself.

"Hilary, you flatter me." You chuckle, gently patting his back with your free hand as you pull away.

"You know I try." He laughs, shrugging as he slides in between the two of you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

"Where's the birthday girl?" You ask, holding up the gift bag. "I need to ditch this."

"That's a good question..." Your classmate says, scanning the groups scattered across the lawn in search of Livia.

"I can carry that, if you'd like." Coryo offers, desperate to remind you of his presence. He wasn't going to let you ditch him- you were the only reason he even attended.

"Oh, no. I've got it. Thank you, though." You wave him off, looking up at the boy whose arm is sitting over your shoulder uncomfortably. "Hilary, could you grab Coryo and I some glasses, please?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." He says, stepping away. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just the glasses please. We brought our own drinks." You wink.

"Alright, but only if you share." He chuckles.

"I'm nothing if not generous." You joke, pushing him in the direction of where you see the beverage table is set up.

"His share is coming out of your bottle." Coryo says once the boy is out of earshot.

"Who do you think I am?" You ask, placing the giftbag on the ground and grabbing your bag off your shoulder, digging through the fabric you used to muffle the sounds of glass bottles rattling against one another. "I brought enough for the class."

"Of course you did." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as you carefully pull another bottle out of the bag. "Be a doll, go dump this in the punch?" You smile up at him, holding it out to him expectantly.

"No! I'm not spiking anything." He laughs.

"Suit yourself, Boryo Coryo." You sigh with a teasing smile, placing your bags on the ground and walking over to the table at the side of the house, unscrewing the cap as you go.

"Where'd Y/N/N go?" Hilarius asks, returning to Coryo's side. He just nods over to you in response, not tearing his gaze away from your form as you dump the contents of the bottle into the bowl.

"Ah, gotcha." Your classmate laughs, holding an empty glass out for Coryo to take.

Coryo mutters a quiet 'thanks', refocusing himself on inspecting the glass in his hand for any dirt or fingerprints. It was spotless- of course it was.

"So, are you guys like... together? Or what's the deal?"

"Pardon?" Coryo is taken aback by the question, finally looking up at the boy.

"You and Y/N." He gestures toward you as you stir the bowl, simultaneously holding the mostly empty bottle up to your lips to let the last few drops fall onto your tongue. "You're always hovering around each other. Anything more to it? Everyone is wondering, but no one dares ask her."

"Oh. No." Coryo shakes his head, wishing his glass was full of whatever bitter alcohol you'd gifted him so he could down it all in one go.

"Sweet." Hilarius grins to himself, watching you intently.

Coryo raises an eyebrow at Hilarius, perplexed by his reaction. "What's so sweet about it?" he asks, trying to understand the amused grin on Hilarius' face.

Hilarius chuckles, leaning in slightly as if about to share a secret. "If you're not gonna go for her, I will."

Coryo's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Be my guest." He spits through gritted teeth. He should have drank more- perhaps it would have made Hilarius's juvenile pursuits more tolerable.

Hilarius nudges him playfully, "Life's too short for missed opportunities, if you ask me." He looks back at you again, not so subtly raking his eyes over your figure and how it fits in your favourite party dress. "And that would be a damn shame of a missed opportunity."

Coryo glances over at you, catching your eye for a brief moment before quickly looking away. He clears his throat awkwardly. "If you say so. I find she's quite... overwhelming, at times."

"That's the best thing about her." Hilarius muses. "Just imagine it... You know what I mean? I bet she's just crazy. In a really good way."

Coryo's brow furrows at the implication, both from offense and intrigue. He knew you were stunning- even a fool could have told him that, but it was to make a mockery of your name to only look at you and see merely the potential of what you could do with your body. To him, you were like morning rain in the springtime; a breath of fresh air when you didn't have to defend yourself at every turn, but Hilarius Heavensbee didn't know the first thing about walking in the rain.

"Don't be vile." Coryo scoffs, giving a slight shake of his head.

As you finish up with the concoction in the bowl, Coryo watches you with a newfound awareness, a subtle curiosity lingering behind his stare.What would it be like? It's not something he has ever considered, or even had the time or desire to look at anyone that way. Especially not you, you were so personal to him it was off limits even in his own head. He didn't understand the seemingly overnight shift a couple years ago now where all the boys in your class started looking at you and the other girls like pieces of meat, but suddenly watching you lick clean the spoon you used to stir the punch, he could see that maybe they had a point. What it would be like to hear you panting into his ear. Tired, loving, even, like he was the only man in the world who could make you feel so, so good. To have your deep red lipstick staining his skin, his shoulders, his neck, possibly lower. The idea of having to explain the stains on the inside of his shirt to Tigris when he pleads with her to somehow get them out has his heartbeat racing... Likely, though, it was just the liquor starting to settle in his veins, is what he decided as he adjusted the front of his dress pants.

Hilarius chuckles at Coryo's reaction, seemingly unfazed by his disapproval. "Relax, man. I'm just saying, life's too short not to appreciate the whole package. Y/N's got the brains, the looks, and that fiery spirit. It's like having your cake and eating it too."

Coryo arches an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I appreciate her for more than just appearances, you know."

Hilarius smirks knowingly. "Of course, of course. I'm just speaking from a purely hypothetical standpoint. No harm in imagining what could be."

Coryo shoots him a skeptical glance, but before he can respond, you join them, empty bottle in hand. "What's the topic?" you ask, catching the tail end of their conversation.

Hilarius grins, shrugging. "Oh, just discussing the finer things in life. You know, like cake."

You raise an eyebrow, sharing a confused glance with Coryo. "Cake? Really? Are we eight?"

Coryo rolls his eyes. "Apparently, it's a metaphor for appreciating the whole package."

You raise an eyebrow, but neither of them care to elaborate. "Well, I hope you both appreciate this 'whole package' of a potion I just whipped up. It should be interesting." You nod back toward the table, taking one of the glasses from your classmate to pour the remainder of your bottle out for the three of you.

By the time your unknowing classmates started to loosen up, you were sitting in a circle in a corner of the yard with a few others.

"I have a present for everyone." You state in a pause of conversation, and Coryo watches as you reach into the front of your dress, into your bra, and pull out a small paper bag.

"Uhm- what is that?" Clemensia asks, leaning back as if the bag would explode.

"Weed!" You laugh, looking around at the suddenly silent group of kids you're sitting with as you peel the bag open, the smell wafting through the air making some of your friends scrunch up their noses in disgust. "Oh my god- have none of you ever seen weed before?" You knew they hadn't, you hadn't really, either, but it was fun to tease them.

They all share confused and embarrassed glances. "Guys, come on..." You chuckle.

"I don't think we should..." Festus mumbles, clearing his throat. Of course he was going to be a baby about it.

"It's harmless! It's a plant, how much could something that grows out of the ground really hurt you?"

"Have you ever heard of poison ivy? Or that stuff poor people in the Districts burn to clean their houses or whatever?" Arachne spits, side-eying the bag on the ground.

"Sage isn't poisonous." Sejanus grumbles, hardly audible next to you.

"Okay, yes, but this is just weed. It's fun. Trust me." You plead, looking around at your friends, eyes locking on Coryo to your left.

"Okay, big shot, have you done it?" Clemensia asks, clearly already knowing the answer.

"Well... No, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" You smile. "Coryo, come on." You point him out in particular and he curses himself because he knows he can't say no to you.

"Okay... what do we do with it?" He questions quietly.

You squeal, the alcohol really showing as you lean into him, hugging him excitedly. "That's my boy! We smoke it."

"Alright, how?" Hilarius cuts in, forcing you to look at him instead of Coryo as you furrow your brow.

"Uh... that's a good question. I brought matches, though."

Sejanus sighs. "Anyone have an apple?" he speaks drawing everyone's attention, confused looks now focused on him.

"An apple?" Someone inquires about specifics, but you're busy making yourself comfortable closer to Coryo, leaning your head on his shoulder. When he realizes you're there to stay, he quickly reaches for the bottle at his side to take another swig. He's far too sober to have you all over him like this, he wonders if you could feel his heartbeat the way he could.

"To make a pipe." Sejanus explains, like it's obvious.

You smile, nodding at him. "You heard the boy- someone find him an apple!"

"And a pen." He adds.

"And a pen!"

It doesn't take long for the supplies to be acquired and passed over to him as you sit in a circle on the grass, watching Sejanus carefully as he uses the pen to dig into the core of the apple. You wanted to remember how, but the alcohol in your system was making it difficult to focus. You had to completely block out anything else happening around you.

"Y/N." You blink at your friend as he drops the pen into his lap, holding his free hand out to you.

"Huh?"

"The weed." He shakes his hand for you to pass him the bag.

"Oh! Right!" You giggle, reaching out for the bag and handing it to him as he pries it open.

"What are you doing?" Livia's voice comes from above you and you swivel your head, quickly getting dizzy from the movement.

"Y/N brought weed." Hilarius answers for him, smiling wide. "Isn't she just the coolest?"

Coryo stares at him, moving his arm tighter around your oblivious form so your classmates could better see his hold on you.

"I- um..." The birthday girl is caught off guard, and quickly looks over her shoulder up at the house. "Can you not do that here? Take it to the park across the street."

"Oh- Oh! Of course, yes." You nod, scrambling to get up, immediately pulling her into a hug. "I should have asked, I'm sorry." You slur, not noticing how tense she is under your hold.

"Are you... drunk?"

"Maybe." You giggle, holding a finger to your lips as you pull away. "Happy birthday, by the way! I brought a gift for you, 'is over there." You point over to the table you placed the bag under, swaying slightly.

"Yeah... I already opened it, remember?"

"Oh, shit. Right! Well, I hope you like it, Liv. You're just the best..." You hum, hugging her again as she gives a panicked look to your classmates behind you, who just laugh.

"Alright, let's get you out of here. We're gonna go to the park, okay Y/N/N?" Coryo says, prying you off of Livia and giving her an apologetic look.

"Right!" You giggle, turning so fast you almost lose your balance. "Who's coming?"

"I'll come." Hilarius nods, quickly getting up alongside Sejanus, but no one else moves or says a word.

"You guys are babies!" You laugh.

"And Y/N is a drunk at sixteen. We all have flaws." Persephone speaks up, smug smile on her face as she walks up behind Livia.

Immediately, Coryo is bracing you from swinging at her as your smile drops within an instant and you try and throw yourself at her, manicured hands open and grasping for her hair which you just miss as he holds you back.

"Yeah, that's enough." Coryo grunts, trying to hold you back without hurting you. "We should probably go."

"Coryo, let me go, she-" You hiss, trying to pry him off of you. You didn't know when he got so much bigger or stronger than you.

"Like I said, a drunk." Persephone chuckles, chewing every syllable as it comes out of her mouth.

"That's precious coming from a damn cannibal!" You spit, still trying to get through him as your classmate stares at you in shock. "Yeah- did you even know what your parents were feeding you? 'Cause I do! You probably liked it, you vulture!"

Hilarius holds back a laugh, coming up behind you and pulling you back, taking you from Coryo's grip and hoisting you up over his shoulder to carry you away as you hit at his back, screaming to be let down.

"That's our cue." Sejanus mutters, patting Coryo's shoulder and brushing past him to follow after you and your friend. "Thanks for having us, Livia!"

Coryo is fuming as he watches your classmate carry you away, but he still really can't pinpoint why. It must be the amount of alcohol- he's never drank this much before, but he has heard anger is a symptom. He's seen it in your father. Now, he's seen it in you; but it's not like that kind of outburst was abnormal coming from you. He's probably mad at Persephone for bringing that out of you. It's her fault, honestly.

He silently grabs your backpack and your bottles, half-hazardly throwing them in before swinging it over his shoulder and following after Sejanus without another word.

"So," Arachne states once he's out of earshot, taking a sip out of her glass as she remains on the ground. "Are we betting on Heavensbee or Snow to lose their virginity to her tonight?"

The group very quickly became a hung jury.

"Listen, I know the truth, okay, guys, hear me out." Clemensia speaks up over her arguing classmates. "Tonight, specifically, it'll be Hilarius." She holds her hand up to stop anyone who started arguing. "Coriolanus will probably wait until they're married or something, but trust me when I tell you that he will marry her."

"Marry her? We're sixteen, aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Clemmie?" Festus laughs, shaking his head.

"Obviously he doesn't know it yet, he's denser than over stirred cake batter, but he just follows her around like a lost puppy. That will never change, also, he's the only one that she's never had a problem with! And she'll fight with anyone!" Clemensia states, nodding with the finality of her statement. "That's all I have to say."

"Wait, you're telling me Coriolanus and Y/N aren't together?" Pup asks, just joining the conversation after sitting there confused for the last few minutes.

"My point exactly."

"Sejanus, you wizard, show us the ways." You giggle, plopping down on the ground where Hilarius carefully let you back onto your feet once you reached the park, previous argument completely forgotten.

"Okay." He laughs, sitting down next to you. "There's three holes in the apple. You hold it on the side like this, then you put the weed on the very top hole..." He explains as he's doing it, and you watch intently. "Then you hold the match up until it's burning, and you'll put your thumb over this hole here once you inhale it through the last one..." His voice trails off as he holds the apple up to your lips, doing all the work but letting you just breathe in the smoke.

You try, eyes closed as the three boys watch you until you pull away quickly to cough it all out as the smoke burned into your throat. "Oh my god..." You laugh, eyes watering as you continue to cough. "Your turn."

"You okay?" Hilarius asks with a slight chuckle, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

"Fine." You nod, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Here." Sejanus holds the apple out to the boy next to you. He takes it, and Coryo feels like he can finally breathe now that Hilarius doesn't have his hands on you.

"Where'd you learn this?" He asks Sejanus, ignoring your classmate following the same routine you did.

"Guess." Sejanus answers, looking over at him. "I don't smoke, but lots of my friends parents did. Back in Two."

"Right." The fact that they smoked around children didn't shock Coryo. Not one bit.

"Coryo, loosen up, man, you look like you're sitting with a stick up your ass." Hilarius offers it to him now, and he looks over at you. As if somehow you would tell him what to say.

"Try it!" You urge him on, shifting over so you're kneeling in front of him, taking the apple from Hilarius for him. "I'll light for you."

"Uh, okay, yeah." He swallows thickly, subconsciously leaning back a little bit at your closer proximity.

He takes the fruit from your hand, watching as your strike up a new match. "Tell me when you're ready..." You hum, moving even closer as he lifts the apple to his lips.

"Ready." He says quietly, and before you put the flames to the flowers, you're reaching up with your other hand to push his hair out of his face and hold it back for him so it doesn't somehow light.

He doesn't last long, looking into your eyes and trying to inhale the thick, abrasive smoke; it's only a second before he's pulling back quickly, coughing his lungs out as the other two boys laugh at him.

"It takes some getting used to, that's okay..." You smile, taking another hit while the flower was still burning.

You exhale, and it's smoother this time. "I did it!" You grin, choking only slightly over your words.

"Good job, Y/N/N." Sejanus laughs.

"You okay?" You ask Coryo and he nods, recovering from the coughing fit now as the weed really starts to take affect in your system.

You feel like your world is swaying as you kneel in front of him. "Did it work? Can you feel it?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"It's the second hit." You determine, feeling bold as you straddle yourself over his lap. "I've got an idea. Do you trust me?" You whisper and he nods quickly, leaning back on his palms. Once again, not nearly drunk enough for this.

"Yeah, you know what, I've gotta get back. My parents are heading out pretty quick, here..." Hilarius makes an excuse, but you can hardly even hear him now. "Sejanus, you coming?"

Clearly getting the message he nods, standing up and dusting off his pants. "Have fun, you two. Get home safe."

"Bye!" You giggle, waving to them with your free hand.

The silence that surrounds you is deafening, particularly for poor Coryo, who is fighting for his life to not move. Not that he doesn't want you this close, apparently he does; if his body and his mind racing with thoughts are any indicator, the biggest problem is that he wants to touch you. He knows he shouldn't.

"I've got an idea." You say again, attention returned to him. "But you have to trust me."

"I trust you." He mumbles with a slight nod.

"Good." You smile, taking yet another pull from the apple, holding it carefully the way Sejanus told you to.

You painfully hold your breath, feeling the drug cloud your mind as you put it down gently on the ground next to you. Coryo starts to panic as you lean in closer, closer than you've ever been to him before, and god, did he hate and love where this was going.

You stop, lips brushing against his as you let the smoke out of your lungs, and all he has to do is breathe. Why is that suddenly so hard? He manages, somehow, feeling the smoke from your lungs flood into his own.

Once you move back, settling yourself on his lap and tilting your head at him, he turns to breathe it all out away from you. He doesn't know if he can look back.

You smile, settling your arms around his neck and subconsciously playing with the ends of his hair. "How does it feel?"

"Good." He says quietly, finally gaining the courage to look up at you.

"Good?" You hum with a slight nod, letting yourself get closer to him again as he rests a hand on your waist.

"Really good." He confirms, looking into your eyes; glazed over from the substances you so carelessly consume. "Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my dear Coryo?" You answer, already getting giggly.

He doesn't say anything more.

Fuck it.

With his free hand he's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer, crashing his lips against yours.

"Y/N, hey." Coryo greets you, catching up to you just as you get to the front doors of the academy. He hasn't seen you since Saturday night- since he walked you home after you spent nearly an hour kissing him absolutely senseless at the park across from Livia's home. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Coryo, hi." You smile, textbooks tucked into your arms as you join him walking into the front doors of the academy on Monday morning. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? Fine." He shrugs, failing to mention the crippling hangover he was nursing for all of the day prior.

"What?" You laugh, sighing with fake disappointment. "That's not fair. I was dying yesterday. Literally, when I woke up I thought I had died and gone to hell. I don't even remember how I got home."

"You don't?" He chuckles nervously.

"No. I don't remember a thing." You laugh. "That's how you know it was a good night, so I've heard."

"Really? Nothing at all?" He asks, nervousness and disappointment flashing behind his eyes.

"Well, I remember spiking the punch." You laugh. "Why, did I do something bad?" Your laugh is replaced with anxiety as your voice lowers so only he can hear, catching the look in his eye.

Coryo clears his throat, avoiding your gaze as he shakes his head. "No, well... You did call Persephone a cannibal. Tried to fight her."

"Oh, well, that's standard." You shrug. "No big deal, then."

"Yeah. No big deal."

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[nachosncheezies]

Yoooo, so I said I was taking a break, but, the words! I saw the prompt fly across my dash earlier and I am not the one who received it and I do not know who sent it but this is the kind of thing that happens when I attempt menial labor! So, with apologies for stealing and without any proofreading, here's a little M+S "pilot wedding" ficlet.

~~~~~

They were going to pay a visit to Billy Miles. They were drenched, completely soaked through from the cold graveyard rain. Scully sat shivering audibly in the passenger seat. 

Mulder pulled off at the diner. “Our rooms and our clothes are gone. At least it’ll be warm,” he said.

The graveyard-shift waitress took one look at them and took pity. “You look like a coupla drowned rats,” she remarked. “Think we got some towels around here somewhere.” 

Soon they sat across from each other in a booth, stripped down to their trousers and tees, two cups of coffee steaming on the table between them. The waitress had scrounged up a pair of blankets from somewhere too, and they each wore one around their shoulders. Scully’s hair still clung heavily to her ears and down her neck in damp clumps. For all that, she was smiling.

"I gotta say, Scully, I've had a couple different partners over the years, but you're not like anyone the Bureau has tried to send me." 

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "How's that?" she asked.

He glanced both ways and then leaned forward across the table, beckoning her closer. She leaned forward too, putting her face close to his. He glanced around conspiratorially one more time.

"You're fun," he whispered. She straightened and blinked at him several times, unspeaking. He wondered if he'd been a little too inappropriate, until she once again burst out in the goofiest cackle he'd ever heard. It was even better without the background din of the pouring rain. 

Pleased, he relaxed as he sat back against the bench seating. "You're a hell of a lot smarter, too," he complimented.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm here, because I don't think Chief Blevins is going to accept 'alien mind-control implants' as an explanation for those murders or the graverobbing," she teased.

"Well they’ve sent you for a reason. If anyone can find some other rational explanation, Scully, I'm sure it'll be you"

"Thanks," she smiled, playing with a stir stick in her coffee.

"...Bet ya won’t, though."

She pursed her lips. "What's the wager?"

He had been teasing, rhetorically, but decided to see where it might go. "Loser buys lunch when we get back to DC?"

She sized him up over the rim of her cup as she took a long and thoughtful sip. She smirked as she put it down. "Deal," she said.

Hours later, dry and fed, he made to lead her from the diner. “Mulder?” she called from just behind him. He stopped with the door halfway open and looked down at her. "You're fun, too." He caught the briefest glimpse of her cheeky grin as she brushed past him, ducking under his arm, and led him out into the humid morning.

~~~~~

Another lunchtime in the diner, and she was blushing furiously.

"I had no idea crackpots were your type," he breathed, with overexaggerated delight. 

She rolled her eyes at him. “I only meant that… if I were to settle down some day, I’d want him to be fun, and- and engaging to talk to. It’s hardly on my radar now. I’m just getting started with my career, I haven’t taken much time for that sort of thing.”

Mulder shrugged, leaned back and slung his elbows over the back of the bench on either side of himself. "Whaddya say we raise the stakes?" 

"Huh?"

"On our bet."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Marry me."

She dropped her chin and her brows flew up and together in the most incredulous expression he'd ever seen. It was almost worth the risk just to see that face. "Uhhh huh," she said, drawing out the first syllable.

"Well, you wouldn't have to worry about finding a 'guy like me' then." He threw up air quotes.

"And what do I get if I win?" 

"Bragging rights?” She arched one brow at him again. “I'll tell everyone that you run the department….” She pinned him with a look that suggested he must be joking. “...And you can have whatever you want. And I mean anything. Blank check. If it’s mine, it could be yours. You don't even have to decide today. Non-transferrable, no expiry. Just let me know when you figure it out."

She was delirious with exhaustion. No, that wasn't enough. There was definitely something in the water in this town. She was compromised. That was the only explanation for why her mouth started moving before her brain in that moment. "I won't do it in a church," she said.

He blinked at her, a little stunned that she was testing his bluff. "I'm an atheist," he hedged.

"I'm Catholic," she answered.

"Right, so behind God's back, then."

She narrowed her eyes at him, and his heart hammered in his chest as he realized that she might actually, really be considering calling him on it. As he realized that he might actually, really want her to. "Annulment will remain on the table at all times," he offered, just to see what she would do.

She straightened, turned her torso a little bit sideways, as if having her shoulder angled partway between them might allow her a better perspective on his character and sanity. She continued to squint at him.

"You're on," she finally said, and he wasn't sure whether the ground fell out from beneath him, or whether it had launched him into space.

~~~~~

She probably could have found a more comprehensive explanation for it all, but the truth was, she didn't try that hard. Definitely something in the water.

They went to the magistrate on their last afternoon in Oregon. She looked at him and wondered who the hell carried their birth certificate around with them on a case, before reminding herself that she did, too. He looked at her and wondered who this gutsy little firecracker was, if she might actually be as crazy as he was. They looked at each other and wondered if either one would blink.

Neither did.

They both left town hall with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a deep, newfound respect for the nerves of absolute steel on the person beside them.

In DC, he accompanied her to HR and then to Bureau's legal advisory department so she could make the customary arrangements recommended for all new field agents. Neither made mention of their new marital status. His name was added beside her mother's as an emergency contact, her name was added beside his father's. He witnessed her living and final wills, the latter leaving whatever she had at time of her passing to her mother, with one other line reading "For Fox W. Mulder, Moby Dick." He didn't ask.

He went to his own lawyer the following week, and updated his will to bequeath her an amount that could not be called paltry, but which he deemed not to be overly extravagant either, and a sealed note that just said, "Don’t lose that laugh."

[flyingwargle]

atsumu is a morning person. he loves the quiet of the early hours, the drowsiness that sharpens into focus, the peace that follows the rising sun. although it pains him to separate himself from his partner each time, the drowsy, soft smile on sakusa's face when he sits at the breakfast table is worth it.

he quietly slips out from bed and into the kitchen. it's their first weekend off after rigorous training to prepare for their match against vc kanagawa, but not even off days is enough to shake atsumu from routine. he rummages through the cupboards for ingredients to make pancakes, an indulgence they definitely deserve. putting on his cooking playlist at a low volume, he gets to work.

it surprised him to learn that sakusa is not a morning person. it takes him at least three snoozes before he could be persuaded to get up, and no morning is complete without coffee. he's also much more receptive to physical affection while half-awake, although atsumu prefers to keep this tidbit to himself, if only to steal a few kisses from his usually reserved partner.

the pancake batter is done in minutes, measurements engrained in his muscle memory since childhood. sakusa likes his pancakes simple - a dollop of cream and butter. atsumu, on the other hand, goes all out, dressing them with fresh fruit and syrup, topped with a crown of cream. he slices the fruit, chills a bowl for the cream to whip once sakusa is awake. pan left to warm on the stove, he ventures down the hallway, knocking lightly on the closed bedroom door. "omi? ya awake yet? i'm about to start cookin'."

he hears shuffling, but nothing else. it's still early, according to his partner's standards, but hey, an extra hour awake just means more time together, right? atsumu enters, adding, "we can check out that park 'samu told me 'bout, said there were geese or somethin'."

sunlight strains against the curtains. a vague human shape is tucked beneath the blankets, unmoving as atsumu approaches. he peels the covers aside, greeted with a glare. "mornin' to ya too, omi."

"do you know what time it is?" sakusa's voice is much deeper after waking, harsher but without any of its bite.

"just after 10. c'mon, omi, yer burnin' daylight. we have tomorrow off too, so we can cuddle or whatever. oh, but we gotta get our cardio in." atsumu dismisses the thought. "that can come after cuddles. pancakes?"

sakusa sighs, low and heavy. "fine. just give me some time to get up."

"i'll get the cream whipped, then." atsumu leans over to kiss his cheek, smiles at his drowsy expression. he retreats, heading back to the kitchen to continue his work.

soon, the cream is chilling in the fridge, the batter is left beside the stove, pan warm and ready. atsumu knocks on the bedroom door again. "omi?"

he hears grumbles this time. pushing the door open, he sees his partner is still in bed, covers pushed aside from where he left it. when he meets sakusa's eyes, it's tinged with pain. "is somethin' wrong?" atsumu asks, worried.

"just pain in my hips," sakusa mumbles through gritted teeth. "sorry."

"don't say that. i'll grab yer heat pad. ya need painkillers, too? best ta take one with food."

"i think i'll be okay. just need some heat on it."

atsumu nods, slipping in and out within seconds. he helps position it under him, his partner letting out a tiny sigh. "there was pain in my knees too after practice," he admits quietly. "i'd rather not move much today if we have to do cardio tomorrow. sorry."

"s'no problem. just relax, 'kay? when ya feel better, let's move ya to the couch so i can feed ya breakfast and we can watch somethin' on tv." atsumu sits beside him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "the geese can wait."

"i didn't know japan had geese."

"right? 'samu has to be lyin'."

it takes time but eventually, sakusa is coaxed out of bed and into the living room, supported the entire way. he settles on the couch, heat pad shifted to his other hip, massaging his wrists as atsumu makes pancakes, returning to his side with two plates. "want me to feed ya?"

"i can handle it." sakusa takes a fork, uses it to slice off a piece from atsumu's plate. he pops it in his mouth. "it's good."

"what's a man gotta take fer ya to say it's delicious?"

"a michelin star."

atsumu rolls his eyes. "those aren't measures fer good food an' ya know it."

sakusa chuckles, but it ends with a hiss as his hand jerks, fork falling from his grasp, landing with a clatter. atsumu puts his plate down, snatches the fork in an instant. "are ya okay?"

"yeah. just felt a jolt of pain." he sighs, hand lowered to his lap, using his other hand to massage it.

"guess i'll hafta feed ya now," atsumu jokes. when he doesn't get a retort, he blinks, notices the deep frown on his partner's face. "omi?"

"you shouldn't have to deal with me on your day off," sakusa mumbles. "i'm just being difficult."

"if i see my partner's in pain, i'm gonna do what i can to make it better. i hate that i can't make it go away completely, but i can help care fer ya and make life easier fer ya." his tone is serious, eyes bright with a cocktail of love and determination. "yer never difficult, omi. now shut up an' let me feed ya."

sakusa stares at him, incredulous. then, "you better get a clean fork."

"obviously," he retorts, standing.

"and a dishcloth to clean the floor. we don't need ants in the apartment."

"'samu dropped an entire pot of curry once an' we never got rats or anythin'."

"add to that sentence, and i'm revoking your kitchen privileges."

"are ya gonna cook? we both know ya suck at it."

sakusa rolls his eyes. "no, i don't. i learned from the best."

"aw, thanks."

"i meant your brother."

atsumu pouts, and sakusa simply laughs, a light chuckle that fills the room with light. floor cleaned thoroughly, atsumu sits beside him, feeds him bites of pancake in between conversation, checking in with his pain. dishes left aside in favor of watching tv, atsumu rests his head on sakusa's shoulder, simply enjoying his company.

the geese can wait another day.

[redroses07]

The Rock Show // Finn Wolfhard

Finn Wolfhard x Fem!Reader

WC: 2k

Based on/lyrics from 'The Rock Show' By Blink-182

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing

Summary: Finn falls in love with a girl at one of his shows, but does she feel the same?

A/N: I know I said I'd post this last night but I didn't have time to make my last few edits. Anyways, It's out now! This is also based on one of my favorite songs (I'll link it below) so it was super fun to write! This is the first time I've written for Finn in a while so I hope y'all like it! -Claire ♡

You stand outside the concert venue with your friend. Her boyfriend was the drummer for some band that was playing tonight, and she was intent on you coming along.

“Maybe you’ll meet a cute guy.” She teased, an obnoxious smirk on her face.

“Yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes, elbowing her playfully.

It was a small indoor venue, yet the line was still wrapped around the building. Luckily your friend’s boyfriend could get you special access through the back door.

When you saw the flight of stairs leading up to the stage door, you immediately regretted the heels you were wearing.

You followed closely behind your friend, unsure of where to go.

“Y/N hurry up!” Your friend called to you from the top of the stairs. You thought about how much you envied her comfy tennis shoes.

She held up the pass her boyfriend had given her, opening the door with ease.

The inside was stuffy, and even though the show hadn’t started, you could still hear the sound of the crowd cheering.

ultraviolet lights littered the ceiling, giving the area a purple glow. You could see the curtains pulled over the stage, blocking the crowd's view.

You were careful to watch for the cords strewn across the floor, connecting electric guitars and other equipment.

As soon as your friend saw her boyfriend sitting at his drum set she ran up to him excitedly, leaving you standing awkwardly backstage. You didn’t mind her going to see him of course, but you didn’t technically know anyone else back there and were worried about being thrown out.

“Hey, are you playing tonight? I’ve never seen you here before.” A voice pulled you away from your thoughts.

You turned your head to see a tall boy with messy dark hair. He had a guitar slung over his shoulder, and a mic attached to his shirt, so he clearly was playing tonight.

He was cute.

“Oh, um, no-“ You stumbled over your words, forgetting how to speak for a moment.

“I’m here with her.” You managed to say, pointing at your friend.

The boy smiled kindly, once he saw who you were pointing to.

“Third wheeling I see?”

You scuffed your heels against the floor nervously.

“Yeah, she made me come. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing now though. And clearly I look out of place too.” You said half jokingly.

The boy wore a look of surprise, which changed into embarrassment.

“Oh no, no that’s not why I started talking to you, I actually just thought you were pretty.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You felt your face get hot, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eye.

“Thank you.” You said, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Shit, sorry if that was too forward, what’s your name?”

You giggled, finding the courage to make eye contact again.

“Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Finn. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

You blushed, standing in awkward silence.

"What time do you go on?" You asked.

You wanted to make sure you didn't miss him playing.

"Around 11."

Maybe you would have to stay longer than you anticipated. Although, now you had something to look forward to, so maybe it wouldn't be half bad.

"I'll be there," you smiled.

Finn ran his hand through his hair, curls flopping over his face. He was quick to brush them away, keeping his eyes glued to you the whole time.

The background noise heightened, and you heard someone yell for all the players, no matter what time their sets started, to hurry up.

"Shit, I've gotta go...but you have good seats tonight right?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, right up front." Having a connection to one of the players did have its perks.

"Okay! Hold on a second!" Finn ran out of the room leaving you standing around awkwardly for a second time.

You peered through the door he ran through, eagerly waiting for him to come back. That is, if he was coming back at all. You were thoroughly confused and decided to lean back against the wall while you waited. Maybe you'd blend in better that way.

Finn came flying back around the corner, the guitar that was strapped around him swaying slightly.

"I couldn't find any paper, so is it okay if I write on your arm?" He held up a black sharpie, one of the big ones you'd use to write on posters with.

"Uh sure?" At this point you wondered if turning away was a better option, but nonetheless, you let him take your arm.

You watched as Finn frantically scribbled a few letters and numbers down on your arm. When he lets your arm go, you squinted at the messy black writing.

"That's the venue I'm playing at tomorrow. If you like what you see tonight, come tomorrow and I'll take you out afterwards."

You looked at your arm and smiled at the gesture.

"You know you could've just written it in my phone right?" You laughed.

"This is way cooler." Finn replied with a toothy grin.

"I really have to go now." He began to walk backwards towards the stage.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon." Finn shot two finger guns at you before turning around and rushing off.

You were left alone once more, but you no longer felt awkward. You were too preoccupied with the butterflies in your stomach.

"Come on let's go- what's that?" Your friend asked, a suspicious smirk appeared on her face.

"I'll explain later."

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the hoard of people.

You surfed through the crowd, finally reaching the front of the pit below the stage. You were close enough to where you could reach up and touch the stage if you wanted.

You stayed in the same spot for most of the show, and time passed rather quickly. The music was enjoyable, but you had to admit that you were waiting for Finn to show up.

Finally, when the lights filled the room, signaling that another set was beginning, you saw him. He was standing center stage, guitar in one hand, microphone in the other.

You don't know how, but he managed to spot you among-st all the people. He winked in your direction, and you could feel your face light up.

Finn's singing voice definitely kept you interested, more than you had been all night. And if you weren't already convinced to go out with him, his guitar skills sealed the deal.

At the end of the night your friend called a cab, your feet hurt far too much to walk back to your apartment. During the ride you rambled to her about the cute boy you had met backstage, and how glad you were that you let her drag you along.

She argued that this gave her best friend bragging rights for at least a week. You scoffed, but agreed.

The minute you got home, you changed your clothes and crashed in your bed; already excited for the date you would surely be going on the next day.

From the moment you woke up, you were riddled with excitement. The show wasn't until late but you started getting ready around mid-day.

When the time finally came, you could feel the nerves coursing through your veins. But they were good nerves, as good as nerves could be of course.

You arrived at the venue alone, not the safest option but you were careful. You made your way up front about fifteen minutes before the show started so you didn't have to push through as many people.

The place was more like a club considering most of the attendees were standing and there were hardly any seats, save for the few in the back.

In what seemed like no time at all, the show began.

Finn was center stage yet again, and you could see him scanning the room. You hoped he was looking for you.

He had yet to spot you before starting the first song, which was an upbeat ballad. You bobbed your head along to the beat of the music, relaxing into the environment.

Finn's voice was like honey, each word flowing off of his lips beautifully.

Once the song was over, he approached the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming out here tonight." He scanned the room once more, but this time he did see you. His face lit up, just as it had the night before.

"This next song is a cover, and it reminds me a lot of someone I just recently met." His deep brown eyes never left yours.

He began to sing, a wide smile on his face as he did.

"I fell in love with a girl at the rock show, she said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know."

You smiled at the lyrics, surprised by how much you felt for this boy you had known no more than a day.

You let yourself float closer to the stage, still keeping your eyes on Finn. He was clearly focused on his guitar, playing through the riff before starting to sing again.

Finn noticed you standing below the stage and began to navigate towards you.

"And if I ever got another chance, I'd still ask her to dance. Because she kept me waiting."

He leaned down, knees hitting the floor. He continued to sing, doing everything he could to inch closer to you while he did.

You reached up, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him down further. Half of his body was hanging off of the stage, yet he still continued to sing.

"With the girl at the rock show..." His singing voice became breathy and strained.

The song ended and Finn pulled you up on stage with him. You could feel your heart beating with anticipation. Just like that, he pulled you into a messy kiss. The crowd erupted into applause, cheers, and even a few whistles could be heard. It was too brief for you to really enjoy the kiss, but it was perfect nonetheless.

When you broke apart, Finn leaned into you and whispered in your ear.

"Go wait backstage, I'll see you in a bit."

You smiled at him, and made the bold decision to kiss him on the cheek. The crowd cheered once more, and you took that as your queue to exit.

You sure would never forget tonight.

[kissingkiszka]

Pickles & Peanut Butter - dad!Jake Kiszka x Reader

Requested!

words: 1k+

Summary: Just Jake being a wonderful husband and helping you through your pregnancy and domestic shit

CW: 18+, MDNI, pregnancy, fluff, domestic Jake, talks of body image, weird pregnancy cravings, fluff, I think that’s all

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Your third trimester of pregnancy was really kicking your ass. One of the biggest reasons that you were able to get through it was all thanks to your wonderful husband, Jake. He waited on you hand and foot and the never ending praise was enough in itself to keep you happy. You still remember the day you told him you were expecting.

...

"Jake-" you called out for him through sniffles. "C'mere."

He opened the bathroom door and immediately spotted the stick in your hand. He inspected it thoroughly, tears welling up in his eyes not long after.

"Wait- we're having a baby?" He swiped a tear from his cheek.

"Yes!" You beamed.

"We're having a baby!" He rejoiced. "You're going to be the best mama." He says as he bends down to kiss your still flat stomach. "Oh my god, I'm gonna be a dad."

"I've always wanted to be a mother..." you can barely manage to get any other words out. Your body is overfilled with happiness and emotion.

"This baby is gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the entire world. Our baby." He continues to smile through tears. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. First your husband, and now a father."

"Oh god. I can already picture you changing diapers." You cup your hand over your mouth and blinked back some lingering tears. "Doing all the dad duties."

"I gotta tell Josh-" he reached for his phone in his pocket to be stopped by you.

"Hold on, let's not tell anyone yet. We can surprise them."

...

He laid on your legs, his hands cupping your growing bump. He just finished giving you a well deserved and needed foot rub, one that he insists on giving you almost every day. He knows how insecure you've been feeling and does everything in his power to make sure you know how beautiful you are.

"You're glowing. You know that?" He coos. "Your stretch marks are so beautiful love." He tells you as he traces each one delicately.

You just stare at him in awe.

"We really made this baby together, huh?" He asks you, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

"Yeah, I guess we did." You laugh to yourself.

"I think I've fallen even more in love with you, and I didn't even know that was possible." As his words continue to butter you up, you feel your baby moving around. "I felt a kick!" He beams.

"Our little one loves their daddy." You smile, rubbing your free hand through his hair. "I think the little one wants pickles and peanut butter again, Jakey." You feel a kick as soon as these words leave your lips, almost as if your baby is agreeing with you.

"But you had that yesterday, baby." He speaks to your stomach with the biggest puppy dog eyes. He turns up to face you. "Okay mama, I'll make it for you. On one condition. If you let me try it with you." He smiles. "I need to see what our babies food palette is like." He stands up and makes his way over to the door. 

"Deal." You place your hand on your stomach lovingly. As you go to stand, Jake rushes to your side to help you up. "Jake, I'm fine. However, your child has been kicking me all day."

"Oh it's my child now?" He laughs, realizing you aren't laughing with him and then immediately changes his demeanor. "I'm sorry. You're doing so well my love. Only a few more weeks. My superwoman."

He bends down to your stomach, placing a gentle hand on your bump once more. "Don't give your mommy too much trouble." He grabs your hand, not letting you walk down the stairs without him.

"Honey, I can walk down the stairs just fine. I'm only pregnant." You huff.

"Okay, okay." He let's out a defeated sigh, letting you walk down the stairs by yourself for once. "Just- go easy. You are carrying my child after all. Precious cargo."

You make your way into the kitchen, grabbing the peanut butter jar and the jar of pickles. Jake made sure to buy you a separate peanut butter jar, just for you to dip your pickles in. That had been one of the only things you had seriously craved the entire pregnancy. You dip the pickle into the peanut butter and take a big bite.

With your cravings satisfied, Jake does the same thing, following after you. He usually loves to try your cravings with you the first time you get them, but this one was just one he couldn't seem to get behind until now.

"Hmm..." he chews on the pickle. His brows furrow as his taste buds indulge in the flavor. You can tell he's not a fan of it, but he plays a good poker face just to make you happy. "Oh...it's uh- it's good!" He says, obviously faking it. He comes up behind you, wrapping on hand around your bump and grabbing your hand in his other.

"I love you darling. So fucking much." He whispers.

"Jake! Quiet! There's young ears around!" You slap his shoulder playfully, spinning around to meet his face.

"Oops! Sorry!" He shoots a hand up to cover his mouth. He laughs it off and then brings you into a kiss.

…

That same night while you were asleep, he ran out to the store and came back with a brand new jar of pickles and peanut butter. He placed them on your nightstand, leaving a little note next to it.

"My dear y/n,

I am so proud of you. Here's a little midnight snack for you. To spare you the trouble of having to rush to the kitchen in the middle of the night. But make sure to wake me up before you dig in. I live to share everything with you. Be it a  pregnancy craving or an entire damn family. I'm here with you through it all.

All my love,

Jake"

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Masseuse (M)

⚢ Pairing - Nayeon x Reader

✎ Word Count - 2.7k

☆ Genre - Smut

♡ Description - After being yelled at by your boss, you look for a source of release, deciding to make an appointment with a masseuse for a bit of stress relief. (A/N: This isn’t proofread so I apologize if there are typos.)

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"Really, Y/N! I can't believe you actually did that! Such a rookie mistake," Your boss shook his head, ridiculing you. You work at Sapphire Business Company, a division under Gem Industries. Sapphire works specifically with the customer support side of Gem. Unfortunately, you were caught up with her newest task: training a newbie, Tzuyu, who didn't know how to code a lost and replaced item properly. You were called into her boss's office because Tzuyu coded it as just a lost item that had not been replaced yet. So, returning to the present, your boss is yelling at you, blaming you for Tzuyu’s mistake.

"I really expected more from you. You've been working here for over 4 years now, Y/N. You should know better," He scorned. You tried your best to explain to him that it wasn't your fault, that it was your new coworker's mistake, but he wouldn't listen to you. You just had to sit back and listen to him blame you for something you didn't do.

"Y/N, you're now on probation starting now. You're not going to come into work tomorrow, nor for the rest of the week, and you're certainly not going to get paid for it either. Maybe you'll learn that you need to make sure everything is right before you send it in." You looked at your boss with an utterly shocked face, freezing in place. “You may leave now.” He spoke sternly before you politely bowed and walked out of his office. As soon as she left, however, you silently cursed him out.

“How could he blame me for something that Tzuyu did?” You thought to yourself. You felt a strange feeling coursing through your body, almost as if every muscle was tightening due to the stress that your boss just caused you. After a few minutes of this, it was almost painful to move due to how tight your muscles had become. It was an experience you’d never felt before and was certainly not one you would wish on your worst enemy.

You sighed as you finally sat down in your car, slightly relieving the pain in your body. "Shit, I've gotta fix this somehow. I’m not going to be able to do anything like this."

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Driving down the road seemed to calm you some, but even the soothing music couldn't help the tenseness inside your muscles. When you pulled up to a red light, you quickly grabbed your phone and looked up local massage places. The closest one with the highest reviews was Ciao Bella. You laughed at the name, which meant “Hello Beautiful” in Italian. Since the spa had the best reviews, you decided to give them a call. You rang the number as you continued to drive. After a few rings, a young female picked up.

"Hello. This is Ciao Bella Spa. This is Nayeon. How can I assist you today?" She said.

"Uhh, hi. I'm looking to schedule a massage for this afternoon." you almost stuttered. The voice that spoke to her over the phone was alluring and made her want to simply listen.

"Of course. Let me pull up the schedule for you." You heard some clicking before the woman spoke again. "Alright, so are you a first-time customer?" Nayeon asked.

"Y-yes." you almost died when she heard Nayeon’s little giggle over the phone.

"You're so cute. So, we have two massage therapists in today; one being myself and one being Sana. We're both pretty good, but I normally start with new clients." Nayeon explained.

"O-okay sure. What time are you a-available?" You asked, your voice continuing to fail you.

"I'm open anytime after 2." She said. You glanced down at my Apple watch and saw it was 1:47. You thought for a moment before speaking.

"Can I come in around 2:30? That gives me time to get from work over to you?" You responded, finally being able to speak without stuttering or pausing.

"Of course, I'll see you then---." Nayeon’s voice trailed off as if she was waiting for you to finish her sentence. You gasped as she totally forgot to give Nayeon her name.

"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I forgot to give you my name. I'm Y/L/N Y/F/N." she said.

"Alright, Y/N. You're in the books. I'll see you soon!" you smiled before you said goodbye and hung up. When you set your phone down, you looked in your rearview mirror and noticed that your cheeks were covered in a light pink hue.

"Why am I blushing," you asked yourself.

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You pulled up to Ciao Bella Spa a few minutes before you appointment, so you decided to go in a look around. As you entered the building, you immediately noticed that the whole spa was very modernized. You really liked the way it looked, and you instantly felt comfortable. As you slowly walked around, looking at all of the products laid out in the front of the store, a young woman walked around the corner and came up to you.

"You must be Y/N. I'm Nayeon." She smiled a gummy smile as she extended her hand out to you.

"Pleasure to meet you, Nayeon." You returned the smile and shook her hand.

Nayeon gestured to you to follow her over to the front counter. As she went around the back, she grabbed her a piece of paper and a clipboard. "If I could just have you fill this out for me real quick just so I can get a general idea of what you need." you nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the main lobby. To sum up the form, it asked where her pain was, which right now was everywhere. You chuckled to yourself as uou filled it out and couldn't wait to see Nayeon's reaction.

Once you finished, you walked back up to the counter and gave the paper to Nayeon. She smiled before she skimmed over it. She gave you a funny look before she spoke.

"You hurt everywhere?" Nayeon laughed.

"Yup," you spoke, popping the P at the end. "Work stresses me out."

"Girl, same!" She smiled, and you both laughed. "Alright alright, let get you into the room and get you de-stressed." You followed her down a nice hallway and into a room with a sign above it that said: Venice. The room was extremely nice and was very calming. The lights were dimmed and there was a small water feature hanging on the far wall. Yiou looked around for a second before turning back to Nayeon.

"So, I'm going to leave you for a second. Just undress as much as you feel comfortable doing and hop on the table face up." Nayeon smiled before she left the room. You quickly took off her clothes until you was just in your underwear and climbed under the sheets on the table. She was surprised to feel that the table was warmed. You shifted around a few times until you were comfortable and closed you eyes. As you took a couple of deep breaths, you listened to the flowing water fountain. You was so relaxed that you almost dozed off until a knock on the door brought you back to Earth.

"You ready?" You heard Nayeon call from the other side of the door.

"Yes ma’am," you said as she opened the door.

"Y/N, I'm probably only a year or two older than you. You don't have to call me ma'am." She dimmed the lights further then walked over to the side of the table. She pulled out a couple of tools and oils before she sat in a rolling chair behind you.

"So, I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," Nayeon spoke in a very soothing tone. You did as she said as Nayeon started the massage. There’s two things you noticed immediately: 1) she was very good at what she does and 2) her hands were massive. You sighed as Nayeon’s fingers rubbed your temples, already relieving some of the tension. As she continued, she gave your head a massage, which caused a ton of chills to run down your body. Then, Nayeon moved to your upper body. She grabbed some of her massage oil, put it on her hands, and started to move them along your neck and shoulders. You internally laughed at the number of knots she felt Nayeon start to rub out. Her hands seemed to cover your entire shoulder and she continued massaging. As Nayeon finally rubbed out one of the bigger ones, you accidentally let out a sound that was similar to a moan.

You felt Nayeon pause for a moment before continuing to massage your neck. "You okay? Am I going too hard?" She asked you.

"N-no no, you're f-fine." You said, gripping the sheets underneath you and trying your best to keep in the sounds you desperately wanted to make as Nayeon continued to get the knots out of your neck. Everything she did just felt so pleasurable, especially with her massive hands, and sent shivers through your entire body. Nayeon must have been able to tell because, at that moment, your eyes went wide as you felt a pair of lips on her shoulder. At first, they were light pecks but soon turned into little kisses and nibbles. You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan. It wasn't loud, for you were trying to be quiet, but Nayeon definitely heard it.

"You like that, princess?" Nayeon spoke in a sultry tone, the pet name making everything hotter. All you could do was nod, for no words would come out of your mouth. Nayeon found your sweet spot, and you felt her smirk on her neck when she bit down on it, causing you to moan a little louder. "Shhhh." she cooed. "You've got to stay quiet."

You nodded again as you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back the sounds that fought to come out of your mouth. You watched as Nayeon got up from her chair and came around the table so that she was on your right side. Nayeon grabbed the sheet and folded it over so that your upper body was now exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, but that was quickly forgotten as Nayeon started to run her fingers across your chest. She started just below your collarbone and worked her way down towards your breasts. Heat instantly filled your cold body when her hands pinched your nipples, causing you to gasp. Your back arched into Nayeon’s touch as she continued to play around, teasing you like crazy.

At this point, you knew your underwear was soaked through. There was no way they weren't. If you was being honest with yourself, you was probably dripping onto the table. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the growing pressure between your legs. However, Nayeon wouldn't allow it. She removed one of her hands from your breast and use it to push your legs apart again, making you whine slightly.

"Patience is a virtue, baby girl." Nayeon husked. That alone turned you on even more. Your hands had not once moved from grasping the sheets, for you needed something to help with the building in your core. Continuing with what she started, Nayeon moved her hand back to your breast, making sure they were thoroughly massaged and your nipples were standing tall. Once they were, she slowly moved her hands south toward where you needed them most. However, she was going at a snail’s pace just to tease you more.

"N-Nayeon...." you moaned. "I--"

Nayeon just smirked as her hands reached the hem of your underwear. You quietly thanked the Lord above for not putting on granny panties. Nayeon grabbed the waistline, pulling them up slightly before letting it go, letting it snap against your skin. When a whine came out of your mouth, Nayeon ripped the rest of the sheet off your body, leaving you fully exposed, except for your underwear. Although, that didn't last long.

"Baby.... is this all for me?" She asked as she ran a long finger across your covered slit, feeling all your juices that soaked the fabric.

"Y-yes." you stuttered. "All for y-you."

Nayeon smiled smugly as she leaned down and grabbed your underwear with her teeth, pulling them down slowly, before discarding them to the side of the room and returning to her spot between your legs. You moaned just at the sight. The way Nayeon’s lustful eyes sparkled up at you almost had you cumming then and there. Her large bands started to caress your upper thighs and before long, you felt Nayeon’s tongue run a straight line up your now exposed slit, causing you to throw a hand over your mouth, muting a loud moan.

Nayeon expertly moved her tongue around in a figure-8 shape, causing you to lose your mind. You moved one of your hands from the sheet and laced it through Nayeon’s hair, pushing her head closer to your core. The pleasure got more intense, however, when her right hand moved from your thigh to your clit. If you weren’t already putty in this woman’s hands, you knew you were done for. As soon as Nayeon applied pressure, you had to bite down on your hand not to scream out Nayeon’s name. The amount of pleasure you were receiving was indescribable.

"P-please Nayeon" you whisper-yelled at her.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you, sweetheart. It'll be better in the end." Nayeon said as she continued to eat you out. You could almost feel the smirk against you as your back continued to arch and moans continued to spill out of your mouth.

"Play with your breasts, Y/N." She commanded before her fingers and her tongue switched places. You moved your left hand that had been white from gripping the sheet so hard to your left breast, kneading it as Nayeon had done before, although your hands were not as big as hers. Nayeon's tongue began to flick against your clit as her fingers started to poke and prod at your entrance, making you start to beg for her.

"N-Nayeon please." You never thought that you would stoop low enough to beg for something, but here you were and you didn't regret it. When you spoke, Nayeon slowly moved two long fingers into you, letting you get used to them before she started to pump them in and out. Once you got used to the speed, you started to move your hips in rhythm with Nayeon’s fingers. Within a couple of minutes, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your core clenching around her fingers.

"I-I'm close, Nayeon." You moaned.

"Not yet." She smirked.

You whined as Nayeon pumped her long fingers quicker, making it a lot harder to hold in your impending orgasm.

"P-please Nayeon. I d-don't think I can h-hold it in anymore." You begged again.

"Cum for me, princess." You almost yelled as Nayeon said those words, finally feeling the release you'd been wanting. Your legs shook violently as your hips bucked against Nayeon’s fingers. She made sure she didn't let any of your cum go to waste, swallowing it all. Your whole body trembled as Nayeon started to slow down her fingers and her tongue, letting you come down from your high. You laid there panting as Nayeon grabbed the sheet again, laying it on top of you.

"How do you feel?" Nayeon asked you, a slight smirk visible on her face,

"Better. More relaxed." You breathed out, still out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm that happened mere minutes ago.

"Glad I could help. I'll leave you to get dressed." Nayeon smiled as she left the room.

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As you went to get off the table, your legs gave out from underneath you, causing you to grab onto the table for stability. You quietly laughed at yourself. "She really did me good, didn't she?" As you get dressed, you glanced under the sheet Nayeon had placed on you and notice the dark spot where your cum had seeped onto the sheets. You’d have to apologize for the mess. As walked out of the room and went back into the main lobby, you saw Nayeon standing behind the counter with a bottle of water in her hand.

"Here, thought you might need this. Your throat might be dry from all that moaning." She whispered the last part, laughing as she saw the blush that crept onto your face.

"T-thanks. I’m sorry about the -uh- mess in there" you smiled shyly at her.

Nayeon smirked before opening the computer. "It’s no problem. I’ll keep them for your next visit.” You gasped while she just giggled and continued. “Speaking of which, when would you like to set up your next appointment?"

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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 6: The Fantastic Mrs. Fox pt. 2

Words: 5 k

Summary: Your two families meet and Carmy sees a different side of you.

a/n:Thank you all so much for the support and sweet messages! Also, new trailer just dropped and know that I'll need 2-3 business days to recover because ohmygodddd . Enjoy! xx

PS. Reader is Latina in this but I don’t specify from where so you can just fill in the blanks (it’s also why it’s all over the place lol)

PS2. The movie I’m referring to is The Fantastic Mr. Fox by Wes Anderson and it’s an absolute gem, you gotta watch it!!

WARNINGS: Smut ahead, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Can you please be careful with that, Jesus!” Carmy shouted from the wheel of Richie’s car, looking through the rearview mirror at the backseat where his three workers sat smushed together, one carefully balancing the delicate pastry.

“Why does Richie get the front seat?” Fak questioned with half his thigh against the right door.

“Cause it’s my car, now shut the hell up before I kick your ass out!” He fought back.

Sweeps began to argue on why Richie couldn’t carry the cake if he was sitting shotgun and how that was stupid because it was, again, ’my car and I can do what I want!’

“Is it still far? I think some of the gelée is starting to leak…” Marcus asked from the middle seat, moving his leg further out to not stain his pants with the syrupy liquid. 

“Nah, like two more blocks.” Carmy answered.

Soon enough, he found a parking space as close as he could to your building, then killed the engine. He climbed out first to help Marcus with the heavy box, which was in fact leaking slightly from one of the corners and he placed it on the roof of the car. He almost unconsciously wiped his hands on the back of his jeans, but immediately stopped when he remembered he swapped his usual dark jeans for a pair of clean deep blue ones. He had also added a beige short sleeve button up over the usual white T that covered him and a few rings to his fingers, hoping he was decent enough for the occasion. 

They could hear the buzz of rhythmic music and voices as they moved closer to the side of the building where he saw an opening in the fence. He gave the cake to Fak and pulled out his phone to double check your message to make sure they weren’t crashing a random person’s party, but before he could unlock it, he felt Richie elbow him continuously on his side. He looked up to him in annoyance, then he saw who his cousin was gawking at and the air in his lungs left in a shaky exhale.

Ravishing was the only word he felt could do you justice. Stunning, captivating and beautifully breathtaking were up on the list, but none seemed to be enough to describe how the slick red fabric accentuated every one of his favorite features on you. Your olive skin glowed under the afternoon sunlight as you walked towards them, dark curls held up with a soft ribbon that bounced with each of your steps. The frills on the hemline of your dress caressed your mid thigh as you moved, making him envious of a piece of cloth for the first time in his life. 

“Carmy, you lucky son of a bitch.” Richie whispered beside him, but he was more concerned on how he would keep his hands to himself during the whole evening when you looked like that.

“You guys made it!” You said excitedly once you reached them by the entrance.

You pulled each one into a quick hug, offering a welcome kiss on the cheek. You hugged Carmy for unperceivably longer than the rest, your citrus perfume invading his nostrils and engraving itself in his memories.

“What’s in the box?” You asked Marcus with a confused grin.

“Well you always bring stuff for us so we wanted to pay the favor back” He said with a wide smile. “I made it and Carmy helped decorate it.” He shrugged.

Your eyes danced between both men in admiration, the tears glossing them over  and a big smile taking up half your face.

“You guys are the best.” You whispered and threw your arms around them again. 

“Ugh- sorry I'm a bit tipsy-” You said to yourself once you let them go and chuckled, fanning your hands in front of your face to dry the upcoming tears. “I can take that to the table so you guys can enjoy yourselves… where’re the others?”

“Oh they took an uber behind us, they should be here in a bit.” Carmen answered, still dumbfounded like a moth to a bright light.

“Awesome, well the drinks are on the right and the food’s on the left so… enjoy!” You said taking the heavy box from Marcus, who clapped Sweeps on the back as they moved towards the drinks.

You rolled your tinted lip between your teeth staring up at Carmy for a second, before saying “Can you give me a hand… with this?”

“Wha- Oh, yeah, yeah sure.” He took it from your hands and followed you towards the food table, hearing a ‘Guess you're stuck with me’ from Richie to Fak as he walked away.

He followed mindlessly behind you, too enticed by how the dress accentuated the curve of your hips. You could have been leading him to his death and he would gladly follow with anticipation. He could feel himself grow slightly hard at the racing images flying through his head and he was glad that the shirt he decided to wear was long enough to cover his groin.

He reached the table after you, placing the package in a small space you had cleared in the center, then undid the latches at the top and took a butter knife to cut the cardboard down the side. A small gasp escaped your lips and you grasped his forearm at the sight of the gleaming pastry.

“Carm, it’s beautiful” 

“You think so?”

“Of course.. It kinda reminds me of the-”

He pulled up the picture saved on his phone and your eyebrows knitted together at the sight of the bright image.

“I kinda ripped off your design.” He confessed through a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head.

“I think you made it better” You responded, then you hand slid from his arm to cup under his palm. “Thank you, it truly means a lot.”

Carmy swallowed dryly when your eyes flicked down to his lips momentarily and for a brief second he wanted to see what would happen if he leaned down and kissed you in front of all these people… but a voice shouting your name from behind made you lose grasp on his hand and step away instantly.

“Carmen, you came!” Your mother called excitedly, walking towards you by the arm of a tall older gentleman who he assumed was your grandfather.

“Hola, señora” He spoke carefully. He had been practicing some words with the teasing help of Syd, but unfortunately, that had been as far as the lessons had gone.

“Ay, muy bien!” She cheered and his ears reached a new shade of red. “Have you met my father yet?”

“No uh, w-we just got here.”

Carmy reached his hand out to the man, who swept his appearance then reached out slowly to clasp his hand with a firm grip. Your mother turned to her father and explained something in a quick spanish that was impossible for him to understand. What he did understand was the universal language of an embarrassed child, as your eyes grew wide and you let out a sharp ‘Mama!’ through gritted teeth.

“What?” He asked you amused.

“She told him you’re his next grandson-in-law” And when he looked down at you, a soft blush dusted your cheeks and your hand rubbed at the bottom of your nose to hide the shy smile.

“My Fox?” He heard the deep voice come from your grandfather and was more confused about the nickname than your mother’s statement.

“D’you want some Sangria?” You interrupted.

He nodded with a nice smile and you walked off to the drinks table with your mother behind you. He was about to follow behind, but the man beside him placed a gentle hand over his shoulder to stop him. 

“Carmy, yes?” He spoke with a slight crack in his pronunciation.

Carmy gulped and nodded.

“What is it that you do, Carmy?”

“I, uhm.. I own a restaurant.” ‘More like a burning shithole’ the voice in his head added.

The older man hummed in contemplation. “You know hard work, then?”

Carmy let out a nervous laugh then answered “Yeah, I-I do.” That would be an understatement.

“Good, good.” He patted Carmy’s back, the intimidating facade slipping when he turned to look at you laughing beside Syd and Marcus while you served two drinks. “She's been through a lot this year y'know... and I want only the best for my little Fox.” He turned back to him “Are you the best?”

Carmy’s eyes stayed glued on your figure, his heart warming at how you swayed naturally with the upbeat music, reminding him of vibrant hibiscus flowers in the breeze. “I want to be… yeah.” He confessed wholeheartedly.

A smile that reached your grandad’s eyes appeared before him, leaning to his side and whispering. “Good answer.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asked the man after a few silence filled seconds and took the small grunt as a sign to continue. “Why do you call her that? Fox?”

He heard the man’s booming laughter above the music before he began to speak.

“Do you know that fox movie? Where he steals all the chickens and lives in a tree?” Carmy shook his head. “She does, seen it a hundred times or more. When she was little, she walked around wearing fox ears her grandma made her and would chase the chickens around in my other daughter’s house. So she’s been my little fox since.”

A grin appeared slightly at the picture of a little you running around with cloth fox ears pinned to your hair. He wanted to ask about your grandmother, but before he had the chance, a woman in a tight blue dress tackled her arms around the older man. He only understood her excitement and giggles, then she signaled to someone across the area and the man moved with open arms to new arriving guests.

“Hi” She turned to him, stretching a well manicured hand towards him. “I’m Sarah.”

“Uh… Carmy.” He gave her hand a single shake, a little taken back by the light scratch of her nails on his skin.

“Oh yeah, my aunt told me about you.” She batted her long lashes at him and he readjusted his weight on his legs under her heavy gaze. “You’re the chef that works with my little cousin, no?”

Carmy nodded and swallowed nervously, assuming this was the cousin your mother wanted to set him up with.

“Cooking is such a hard job, with all the heavy lifting you do, I’m sure you don’t even need to work out.” She gave him a breathy laugh and he tried to hide his lack of comfort under a chuckle, his eyes scanning the space for you or any other person that he knew could pull him out of the situation.

“Maybe you can come over one day and cook for m-”

“Babe, d’you think you can help me with something?”

The sound of your voice hit him the way soft ocean breeze hits the rocks after a crashing wave and he unconsciously stepped further away from your cousin.

“Babe?” They both asked in surprise.

He raised his brows at the pet name, a slow fluttering sensation filling his insides because you had never called him anything other than by a variation of his name, or chef, in your whole time of knowing each other, yet now that it slipped past your cherry tinted lips, he could not ignore the shaking sensation the two syllable word had unearthed in him.

Your brows raised, expecting an answer from his parted lips. All he could do was nod slowly and take a few steps in your direction. You smiled softly up at him then turned to your cousin.

“Your mom’s looking for you. I think your kid knocked his tooth out again.”

Then you turned towards the door that led to the stairway with him following right behind.

You didn’t say a word as you made your way up the multiple floors and his hands developed a thin layer of sweat at the idea that maybe he had done something wrong. He was about to ask what it was you needed help with when you reached the door, but the moment he stepped into the dim hallway, your hands grabbed the two sides of his shirt and pulled him down to your awaiting lips. It caught him off guard, but the breathy sigh that left your chest  had him pressing himself closer to you. Carmy groaned into the kiss, the floral taste of red wine exploting his senses. His hands instinctively reached up to cup the sides of your face to deepen the action, tongue lapping at yours trying to get more of the intoxicating flavor. He felt your fingers circle around the loops of his jeans and pull him forward as you took small steps back down the hallway.

“You have no idea… how much I’ve wanted to do that.. today.” You managed to say between peppered kisses while pulling him deeper into the room.

One of his hands moved to the dip between your back and ass while the other extended long digits under your chin. In a second of bravery, he wrapped it tentatively, applying light pressure to the sides and causing a hefty gasp to rip from your chest. His smile unraveled at the melodious sound, dick now pressing hard against the material of his jeans.

“Just that?” He asked in a whisper then left your mouth to plant wet kisses along the edge of your lips and down to the valley of your jaw. He could feel your pulse quicken at his actions and your grip grow tighter on his jeans.

He felt the hand on your lower back hit the hard edge of the kitchen counter and he pressed himself flush against you. You shook your head at his question, attention trained at his lowering head now reaching your chest. Sultry kisses rose small bumps on the tender skin of your upper breast as your hand flew up to tangle in between golden strands. You pushed your head back to allow him an open access.

“More than that..” You whispered through difficult breaths.

“Yeah?” He asked, withdrawing from your skin and rising back up to your face. His nose rubbed along yours as his hands fell from their grip, down past your waist and to your hips. Fingers clawed at the fabric of your dress and bunched it up into high fists.

A low shiver left your lips at the contact of his hot skin against your thighs, fingernails raking along the sensitive area. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly when skilled thumbs feathered over the thin hem of your underwear.

You hummed in affirmation, eyes wide and bright staring hungirly up at him through hooded lids. Your lips twitched up and you bit it slightly before speaking. 

“Y’know…” you whispered to Carmy, lips brushing over his with every word. “I chose the dress knowing how much you’d wanna fuck me in it.”

The breath he had struggled to take was forcefully knocked out by your admission. A groan moved past his  lungs, because fuck were you right. He felt like a mad man, unable to control himself from the moment your skin touched his. 

Without thought, he dropped to his knees, face buried in the material of your dress.

“Fuck, Carm-” Escaped your lips in heavy breaths. 

He looked up to find you a beautiful mess of shaky breaths and blushed cheeks. The golden necklace around your neck was disarranged and your exposed skin glistened from his wet kisses. He smiled at your glowing physique. 

Carmy never considered himself religious. He grew up catholic from his parents but never bought into the whole idea of an ever present being creating everything around him. In that moment, however, with the glowing rays of sunshine filtering through the windows and cascading over your form- red fabric bunched at your hips like an impending fire- he undoubtedly confirmed the existence of the godly being he wanted to spend all his mortal life worshiping. You had him like silly putty in your lovely little hands and he was too far gone in the moment to rationalize if he was fucked for good or not.

He hooked his index fingers on the band of your underwear and pulled it down torturously slow, following the drag of the fabric with his teeth. He didn’t want to waste the little time you had, considering you were also in the middle of your kitchen and anyone could walk in at any moment. But god did he want to slurp you up and bottle every last one of your desperate sighs, make you feel so good until the only word you remembered how to pronounce was his name. 

When the flimsy piece of clothing was finally down to your ankles and you had stepped out of it, his palms pushed the fabric up once more and he was greeted by the wonderful image of your glistening pussy. He swallowed down the sudden rush of saliva that invaded his mouth, a usual reaction from his body when he’s been starving for so long and is graciously presented with an appetizing dish.

He breathed out delicately above it, a clear pearl of slick forming on your folds, taunting him. He looked up at your aroused expression through hooded brows and without losing contact, stuck out his index finger  and swiped it over the tender flesh to collect the juices, then popped it in his mouth. The tangy taste of you on his tongue was all he needed to lose the last grips of control left in him. 

Carmy gripped firmly at your hips then pushed his face deep into your folds, tongue first. The force and the surprise of his actions had you losing your balance over him and holding on to his shoulder for support, mouth ajar. He used one hand over your stomach to keep you and the dress still against the counter, while the other held on to the supple bend behind your knee, raising it to rest on his ample shoulder and granting him greater access to you.

A mixture between a moan and a whimper invaded his ears, fueling the blaze of his actions and speeding up his attack on your cunt. He used his index and ring fingers to part at your labia, lapping with his flat tongue around the whole area. With blown eyes he looked up at your disheveled face, head thrown back as you tried to control your erratic breathing and he smiled to himself at how responsive you were to his touch.

He had learnt this like he had everything else, through technique, observation and a shit ton of practice. Everyone around him always assumed that just because he had never had a girlfriend before, that meant he had never had sex either. But they’d be surprised at what having your face and name linked to the top twenty best chefs in the country could do for your sex life in a supercilious city like New York. This was probably one of the few good things that he gotten out of it. Seeing you tremble through his actions over his mental stability seemed like a fair trade.

As he saw you fall into a breathless mess above him, a proudness flourished inside him. To know that it was he who turned you into a heap of mumbles and praises with just his skilled mouth.

“Shi-t, babe- so good. So so good…” You were too far gone to be able to say anything else.

He used his fingers to spread you open again and a high pitched cry vibrated in your throat when he wrapped his lips to suck on your clit. You pushed on his shoulder at the intense sensation and he let it go with a ‘pop’ of his mouth, kissing the velvet skin on your thigh and giving you some time to breathe. He took a few seconds to calm his racing heart and his cock jerking inside his jeans.

“As much..” You could barely speak between breaths “as I want you to make me come with your mouth- and I do-" your leg unhooked from his shoulder and you pulled him up by the collar of his shirt. “I really want you to fuck me right now.”

You didn’t give him time for an answer, only sealing your lips above his and groaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your hands flew to the buttons on his jeans, undoing them with practiced ease, but before you could pull his stiff member from its confinement, Carmy grabbed at your hips and turned you towards the counter. On the wall across from the counter, by the door to your room, rested a tall mirror, long enough where you both could see your heaving upper bodies.

 His hand slid to the front to massage at your aching clit, chest pressed tightly to your back.

“God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, look at you.” He used his free hand to wrap around your neck and tilt your head to the mirror. “My pretty, pretty girl.” He whispered near your ear.

He had no idea what came over him when it came to having sex with you. The way your body responded to his touch caressed a part of his ego he thought dormant so long ago. Yet her you were, all doe eyes and shaky moans, ready for him to fuck you in your kitchen with your family only a few floors down. He really was a lucky son of a bitch.

Carmy used his slick covered hand to wrap around his cock, then gave a few taunting jerks on himself before aligning with your entrance; all while maintaining eye contact with you through your reflection. You gave him a little nod in the mirror, your hand covering over his inked one around your throat, then he pushed slowly into you until he felt your warmth swallow him completely. 

Your hands fell flat on the cold counter, the metal clink of your rings hitting the surface as you tried to scratch at something to hold on to. He kept his grasp on your neck steady and his eyes fixed on yours as he quickened his snaps on your hips. He could see your tits bounce in the mirror at his brutal force and it only made him want to go faster.

“I’m not gonna-fuck baby- not gonna last l-longer” You uttered in gasps.

Your back arched towards him when he hit that particular spot he had learned you liked, then he did it again and again until the strength from your legs disappeared completely, folding you over the counter. The fluttering around his cock signaled to him you were almost close and with the way his movements stuttered lightly, he could feel it too. 

He closed his hand around your neck again and pulled you to him. A mess of curls and reddened cheeks stared back at him, a pleased smile tattooed across your face.

He whispered filthy praises into your ear. “Look how good you look taking my cock.” He accentuated the words with a deep thrust. “You like lookin’ at yourself while I fuck you?”

You nodded frantically, pulling one of your hands up to grab at the back of his head.

“I like looking at you fuck me.” You answered back in shrill breaths. Your puffs blew on the sweat covered strands around your face, some clinging to the surface of your hot cheeks.

Your answer had him chuckling in delight and he picked up the pace one last time, heavy thrusts creating ripples on the tender skin of your ass cheeks. He circled his free arm around your waist and rubbed on your bundle of nerves until he felt you shiver with an upcoming orgasm, then he skillfully rolled the nub between his fingers and that was enough to have you break under him with a strong moan. Your cunt clung with breathtaking strength around his twitching cock, allowing him three more thrusts before he found his own release inside you. 

He took several large puffs above you, the lavender shampoo from your hair calming the erratic beats of his heart. Carmy pulled out slowly out of you and you let out a sensitive whine. He looked down at your tinted skin, attention fully on the drops of creamy white beginning to slip out of you with every involuntary spasm and it surprised him to feel the need to be inside you again.

He kissed your naked shoulder and smiled towards your reflection, the disarrangement of dark curls framing pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips had him clutching at his heart. You could have been there for an eternity, both afraid to break the bubble you had so cautiously created around you, but knowing you had to. 

“Is that what you needed help with?” He asked with a grin, reaching for a paper towel and running it under warm water before helping you clean up the mess he had gladly partaken in between your legs. "You coulda just asked..."

A relaxed laugh escaped your lips as you retied the ribbon in your hair and asked him to pass your discarded underwear, then brushed your hands around the ruffles of your dress to make it less wrinkled.

“Honestly I just wanted to get you away from my cousin.” You confessed, then walked towards him and combed your fingers through his hair while he readjusted his jeans.

“Guess I should make you jealous more often then, huh?” He asked and you stopped rubbing the lipstick off his cheek, giving him a glare. “I’m just joking!” Then he pulled you in for a tender kiss.

“C’mon, they’re probably looking for us.” 

“Let ‘em look, I don’t fuckin’ care right now.” He whispered back, catching your lips into another sweet long kiss.

“No, seriously. We gotta go.” You managed to say in between kisses and laughs. He planted his lips by your ear and inhaled your perfume.

You smiled, then intertwined your fingers with his and began your hefty walk back down stairs, a mild ache in his abdomen that would keep your escapade present in his mind.

“What the hell?” You faintly said.

A sudden rush of trumpets and string instruments reached your ears the moment you crossed the heavy metal door back into the courtyard. He could see all the guests crowded in a semi circle around a group of men belting out the lyrics to an unfamiliar but attractive song. Your hand held tighter around his and you turned to him with a confused grin.

“Was this you?” You asked above the overpowering music.

He shook his head ‘no’ and turned back to the Mariachi band, only to see Richie walking to them with extended arms, like an orchestra director but with a beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.

“Whatup fuckos! You missed the whole surprise!” He yelled through the noise. 

“This was you?!”

He shrugged, taking a sip from his beer and turning towards the band.

“I felt kinda bad that you quit cause of me, so hope this makes up for it.”

Your hand released Carmy’s as you walked a couple of steps towards his cousin, circling as much as you could around his waist with your arms. Richie stayed frozen in his spot with his gaze down on you, then he looked up to Carmy who just stayed with raised brows. He moved his slender arms around you to hug you back, chin resting down on your head.

He cleared his throat after a few seconds and let you go.

“Okay, enough of that mushy shit.” Richie took another swig.

Someone called your name from the crowd and you turned to Carmy promising you’d be back in a bit, then ran to Syd, who took your hand and spun you around to the beat of the music. 

Richie strutted to his cousin’s side and offered him the burning cig. 

“That was nice of you. The Mariachi.” He clarified while taking a drag.

“Was nothin’.” He shrugged again. “The fucker owed me a favor.”

Carmy nodded slowly. Riche’s eyes flickered towards him then raised the bottle to his lips.

“She’s..uh… She’s good for you. Try not to fuck it up.” He stated simply, then added “Also you both reek of sex.” and this pulled a soft laugh from Carmy.

They both watched the crowd move rhythmically in silence for a long while, maybe three or more songs, until the musicians stopped and an uproar of clapping and cheers began.

People dispersed into their seats around the long table and you waved Richie and Carmy over to the empty seats around you and the other guys. 

As the sun hid behind the skyline and the lights under the trees casted a soft yellow glow around everything, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment away from his looming responsibilities. He ate everything you or your aunts offered him to taste, to the point where both his stomach and his heart felt like they could burst. He then downed it with glasses of Sangria and the constant beers Richie threw at him so he could show off his skill at opening them with a lighter, the only party trick he knew. 

At some point, his arm rested on the back of your chair and you leaned your back to rest on his chest, head nestled in the crook of his neck as your grandfather entertained their end of table with the romantic story on how he had met your passed grandmother. It was a beautiful story of ‘the old homeland’ as he called it and as he skimmed the back of his fingers on your smooth arm, Carmy listened attentively. He felt brave enough to let his guard down and plant a single kiss on the crown of your head, but didn’t notice the lingering stares and multiple hidden smiles from both families surrounding you. 

Your grandfather’s words swam peacefully in the light haze of his mind, both from the alcohol and the warmth radiating from your palm mindlessly tracing figures on his thigh.

‘Her father pointed a rifle at my head when I asked for her hand. I was not afraid because I knew she would say yes. And if she didn’t? Why would I ever want to live in a world without her by my side?’

Chapter 7.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne and that’s it lmao

[thehusbandoden]

I just had a thought what if Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shoto (and some other characters you like) with Reader, who sings the song, “soft kitty” (the song from big bang theory) to them if they were sick?😁

A/n: Oooh this is cute! I love how your requests are so different from what I usually write, I'm not sure how good I can do, but I'll keep trying my best, don't be afraid to send more in!! ^w^

You Sing "Soft Kitty" to Them When They're Sick -Mha Boys x Reader

General info:

Genre: reverse comfort/crack // total wc: 1,490

Part One -Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shoto, Tamaki

Part Two -Shigaraki, Spinner, Mr. Compress

Dabi

Okay if you tried this on him when you weren't in a relationship/new in a relationship I don't think you'd be here 💀

But if it was later??

Tries to play it off as if he didn't like it, but we all know that he actually loves it.

Don't stop- or he's gonna whine- and possibly scream at you to:

"Get back here or else!"

Unless he's dead asleep you won't be able to escape him.

You gotta be sure cause if he's almost asleep but not quite asleep, his eyes are gonna fly wide open, and it'll take him at least 3x longer to fall back asleep..

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"There, now you just need rest." You mumble, stepping back to gaze lovingly at Dabi who was currently taking over the entire bed, and soaking your sheets with sweat.

Grunting, Dabi grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward him. "Cuddles.." he pouted, causing you to giggle.

Slipping next to him, you try to ignore the unbearable heat that surrounds you as Dabi throws his entire body over you.

"Can you just.. talk- until I fall asleep?" Dabi muttered, causing you to smile whole-heartedly.

Suprised by Dabi's sudden vulnerabiliy, you resist the urge to tease him incase he decided to ignore you for it.

"Hmmm? What about I sing to you instead?" You ask, carding your hands through Dabi's hair- ignoring the sweat for your beloved.

Taking Dabi's silence as a yes, you suddenly remember the song your parent/guardian used to sing to you whenever you were sick. Clearing out your throat, you start to softly sing.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~"

"What are you-"

"-happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur~."

After a few seconds of silence you tug at Dabi's hair playfully, causing him to hiss in -dramatized- pain.

"What the-"

"I was singing, and you interupted me." You pout, causing Dabi to scoff affectionatly.

After a few more moments of silence Dabi suddenly pushed his leg into yours. "Well keep going.."

Giggling softly, you re-adjust to get more comfortable before continuing.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~"

Hawks

Oh boy does he love it.

The first time you sung to him he almost died.

As soon as you stop he is begging you to start again.

"Y/n/n~ please~ I'm gonna die without your angelic voice- Baby Bird~!"

Even after he's better he now wants you to sing it- or anything else really- to him every night.

Though he's not really supposed to- he calls you in the middle of the night when he's on missions just so you can sing to him.

He gets really really pouty if you either can't or refuse to sing to him, and he'll even ignore you if you really hurt his feelings.

Even all of your love, hugs, apologizes, and even kisses- Hawks' favorite thing in the world- won't make it better.

If you want your bird back, you gotta sing to him.

And he doesn't care if you're self conscious, he'll convince you that you have a gorgeous voice- because you really do- and he'll fill you up with so much confidence that you want to sing to him.

Oh and if anyone dares say a single bad thing about your voice, they're getting a feather following them for weeks, making sure that they have terrible luck..

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Smiling, you kiss Hawks' forehead before making sure he was tucked in. Looking down at him, your smile grew sweeter at his love-sick look he loved to give you.

"Baby.. could you sing to me?" He coos, giving you such a cute smile you couldn't refuse.

"Hmm okay, but I don't remember it all too well, so it might be bad.."

"As long as it's you singing, I don't care.."

"Okay then, close your eyes."

After his eyes were closed you give his cheek a peck in gratitude before starting to sing.

"*clears throat* Soft kitty, warm kitty... little ball of fur.. happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur~."

As soon as you were done Hawks' eyes shot open, shining as he stared at you.

"More please, oh please could you sing to me more!" He begs, attempting to sit up.

"Woah woah calm down, lay down and rest, and I'll sing to you more, deal?"

Nodding, Hawks relaxes again, causing your smile to return.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty.. little ball of fur~, happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur~. Soft kitty warm kitty, little ball of fur-"

Aizawa Shota

Oh this man needs it.

So. Freaking. Soft.

For you, and only you.

Plus his cats, Eri, and your possible future children 👀

Sing to him and he will melt.

If you two aren't already married he's getting you a ring-

Please this man will go so, so soft for you.

If he wants you to sing to him he'll slightly hum to you, trying to prompt you to sing to him.

Tbh it's super cute.

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"Now I know that you don't need me to, but I always felt better when my (parent/guardian) sang this to me when I was sick, so you're going to have to deal with it."

Huffing playfully, Shota smiled as you looked down at him, eyes full of adoration.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur~."

Smile widening -and no it's not like the creepy ones in the anime-, Shota nudges your hand to continue, causing you to smile.

"Again?" You giggle, causing him to shyly nod.

"Okay, but only for you."

Todoroki Shoto

(Yesss my baby 🥺)

His heart.. *explodes*.

No cause- this gives him some kinda domestic feeling that he didn't really get from his childhood- especially when his mom was sent to the hospital.

Do. Not. Stop.

His eyes will get sad and he'll pout up at you, silently begging you to continue.

And who could ever say no to that face 🥺??

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"Oh baby, you have a fever." You frown, moving your hand down Shoto's face in a soothing manner.

"I-it's nothing.. I can still make it to our d-date.." Shoto coughed, causing your heart to break.

"No no, we'll have our date here. We'll just cuddle, let me go get you some medicine and a wet rag, yeah?"

"Okay.. but don't take too long."

"I'll be right back my love." You promise, kissing Shoto's lips.

At this point you didn't even care if you got sick, you just wanted to comfort him.

Rushing off to get him some Tylenol and a wet rag, you hurry back with a new idea circling your brain.

"Here you go baby, this will help with your headache, and this should help tone down your fever." You smile, caring for your beloved tenderly.

After Shoto was settled down you slipped into bed, getting comfy before you gesture for Shoto to scramble ontop of you.

Finally, Shoto was comfortably laying across you, face buried into your chest to breathe in your comforting smell. Grinning, you hold the rag up to his forehead, not even batting an eye at the uncomfortable feeling.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~. Happy kitty, sleep kitty, pur pur pur~."

"Please keep singing.. I really like it." Shoto whispered, causing your heart to melt.

You continued to softly sing to him until he was dead asleep, and even past then- until you fell asleep as well.

Amajiki Tamaki

MY BBY dfjsdkflsdk

Okay but I love him, but as like a baby, but also like a husbando

He's not dead set like Shoto, pure husbando, and Izuku, pure baby.

He's a mix and I love and hate it bc it's kindaa confusing?

I'm rambling again aren't I- sorry

Okay but he'd love it, but he'd be wayyy too shy to ask you to sing more

After a while of not knowing what to do and growing desperate, he starts to fidget and keeps changing positions, praying that you'd notice his movements and start singing again, which you eventually do.

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Snuggling against Tamaki, you felt the sudden urge to sing the song that your parent/guardian always sang to you when you were sick.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur~. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur~."

You yawned, not really noticing any kind of acknowledgment from Tama besides his slight shift in movement.

It was when you were drifting off to sleep when you realized that Tamaki was getting really fidgety- which usually meant that he wanted something, but didn't know how to express it. Smiling, you decide to start singing. Pure adoration filled your chest as Tamaki's fidgeting stopped and he simply stayed still, chests pressed against one another's and limbs entangled.

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I don't feel very inspired to write more rn, but I may write the boys singing to the reader later, and might even add more characters to it. If I do I'll tag you, but tysm for this request, I hope I did it justice- tho it is shorter then some of the stuff I usually write- I hope it's okay! <33

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Posted: 9/4/23

[bumblebriez]

In Heat

(Goku x Fem!Reader)

NSFW

⚠️⚠️⚠️: Just a hint of blood play, Saiyan mating bites. Swearing. Feral Goku. Intense smuttyness.

Summary: You are experiencing some sort of intense feeling, though you try to hide it. Goku notices it.

This is written in the first person view, but majority will not be. It's a very old one, which you can probably tell, the more you read. My writing is a little bit shitty but I'm trying. So what I'm saying is there will be some mistakes, don't mind them :)

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I cross my legs as I feel a sudden rush through my body, a tingling sensation. More towards my lower region. It's felt uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

I scrunch my face up as I feel another wave hit me.

"You okay?" I quickly look up at see my best friend BF/N, standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just don't feel too good." She grabs the milk out of the fridge, eyeing me.

"You think it's a good idea to train today?" She asks as she grabs a bowl as well.

"I'll be fine. Think it's just cramps." She just nodded in realisation.

This was nothing like cramps.

But how was I suppose to sit there and explain this feeling.

"So how you're training with Goku anyway."

At the mention of his name, I feel a wave hit me again.

"Slow. I have no idea what I'm doing. He thinks I'm doing good tho." I explain as I try to position myself.

"I'm sure. Probably staring at your ass the whole time."

Another wave.

"Hate to break it to you love. He's nothing like that. Sadly." I state, eating a heaping of my yogurt.

"I don't know girl. I've seen those stares, even he can't resist." I roll my eyes, pushing myself up from the table.

"He might be naive but he isn't dumb. If a guys likes what he sees.."

Another wave.

"Stop it." I exclaim, placing my bowl into the sink.

"Are you sure you're okay?" BF/N asks, worry washing over her face.

"I'll be fine. I promise." I reassure her, giving her a kiss on the forehead "I gotta go. Can't keep the naive man waiting."

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I look down at my phone as I stand in the middle of the field, waiting.

Shit. I'm early.

I sigh, closing my eyes, trying to ignore the trembling feeling in my legs.

As another wave hits me, I moan lightly.

My eyes widen, I quickly cover my mouth. Embarrassed.

I shake my head, before taking a seat on the grass below me. Trying to take control of my body.

What the fuck is going on with me? I've never once had this experience. It's like.. it's like I'm edging to an orgasm...

I feel myself get wetter and wetter by the second.

What the fuck.

"Good morning Y/N!" The tingling sensation amplifies as soon as I heard his voice.

I look up at him, as he towers over me. I stare up at him, feeling myself start to heat up.

"You okay?" He asks softly. He kneels down, not taking his eyes off me. I notice his pupils dilate, the closer he gets to me.

"I'm- fin-e" I stutter out.

His eyes bore into mine, the innocent eyes replaced with unfamiliar ones.

Without any warning, Goku learns forwards on his toes, inhaling deeply.

"You smell.. incredible." My lower region tingles, sending shivers throughout my whole body. His voice was deep. Nothing I was use too. The innocent Goku was gone and replace by something more feral.

I lean back on my palms as he falls on his knees, I unconsciously open my legs. Almost like I was inviting him in.

He moves in between, I let out a breathless moan. It's feels as if he was stalking me, he was the predator, I was his prey.

I lean back on my elbows, staring up at him as he leans over me, pressing himself against me. I let out another breathless moan as I feel his hard press against my lower region.

"Goku? What's happening right now." I whisper as our faces are mere inches away from each other.

I feel him slowly start thrusting his hips against my pelvis bone.

"I don't know what's happening but all I know right now is I need you. I need to be inside you. Feel you around me as I fuck my seed into you." I gasp lightly as he continues to thrust against me.

"I want to fuck you until you fall apart in my hands" he growls softly, as he rest his forehead against mine. Our lips nearly touching.

I moan in bliss as I move my hips to match his, spreading my legs wider.

As moans flow from both parties, I take the opportunity to licks his lips, making him release another growl before capturing my lips with his.

I moan into his aggressive kiss, our tongues moving in sync which each others, teeth clanking.

He presses his hand on my neck, gripping roughly. His thrust become harder. Almost slamming into me, making me jump as I feel the fabric rubbing my already overstimulated clit over and over again.

As our kiss gets more sloppier and aggressive, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down with me as I rest my back on the ground. Trying to pull him closer to me. Needing him to be close to me.

I feel one of his hands paw at my over sensitive breast, squeezing it. I moan into his mouth, biting down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He growls at the action, pulling away to look to at me. I lean up lick the blood from his lip.

Without any warn he rips apart my top, one clean rip. Along with my bra. Freeing my breasts. He quickly captures my left breast in his mouth. I moan sharply; shoving my hands through his hair, gripping tightly.

His teeth scrap my sensitive bud, making me shiver, he slowly moves up my chest, leaving sweet kiss on my bare skin.

His lips glide over my collarbone, towards my neck. I run my hands up his back, pulling tightly at his shirt as he starts to nibble on my neck.

I gasp sharply as I feel his teeth break through the skin, he lifts his head to look me in my eyes.

I stare back at him, staring at the blood that was on his lips. As like a big tidal wave of pleasure flows through me, seeing him there with my blood coating his luscious lips, the fact that he had left a mark.

I quickly captured his lips with mine. He swallows all of my moans and whimpers as I cannot not stop extreme pleasure coursing through me.

I quickly push him back, making him sit up on his knees, him still planted nicely between my legs. I lean forward and rip apart the top of his Gi. Showing his gorgeous muscles. Abs. He lets out the most attractive, feral growl I have ever heard and rips apart my pants, along with my panties.

I quickly sit up and sit on his knees, grinding my hips. Smashing my lips against his once again.

My hands pathetically pull at the bottom of his Gi; Wanting it gone. Wanting to feel our skin touch.

I let out a soft whimper, when he starts to descend down my body, painfully slowly. Leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. Sending uncomfortable waves of pleasure through my whole body. My clit quite literally throbbing; painfully.

"Goku please~" A harsh whisper escaped my lips, having trouble forming any kind of words.

Our eyes met as Goku stared at my desperate form, his eyes more dilated than before. Without any hesitation, he was now bare in front of me. His cock hung, large and veiny. I could see it throbbing as pre cum was slowly dripping from the tip.

If I was in my normal state of mind, I'd be terrified at the size but not right now. I was determined to take him. No matter the cost. He was by far the most gorgeous thing, I had ever laid my eyes on.

Before I could process any further, Goku had roughly pushed my legs apart; lining up at my entrance. My hands dancing over his defined muscles, lightly scratching.

Without any warning or any time to think, Goku pushed into me, Hard. His hips slammed straight into my pelvis, causing a loud cried to erupt from my lips; my eyes widen at the searing pain and pleasure that rushed through my core. Goku let out a feral loud roar as I squeezed around him.

He gave me no time to accommodate his size before he started to plow into me, his hands gripping my waist tightly; knuckles starting to go white. Most likely leaving a bruise.

The pain quickly diminished, leaving me completely in utter bliss, my eyes rolled back as he continued to fuck me hard. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't put into words how good this felt. I've never felt anything like this.

I didn't care who heard at the time, I let the cries and moans leave my mouth loudly as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again.

Goku threw his head back, groans escaping his lips as he picked up his pace, which I never thought would be possible. My hands gripped his forearms tightly; my nails embedded into his skins as my eyes started to fill with tears, becoming overwhelmed with this welcomed pleasure.

My hands traveled up his arms, reaching to his neck. I pull myself up, wrapping around him. Needing to be closer. Needing to feel his skin on my mine.

Goku quickly captured his lips with mine, teeth clashing against each others. He positioned us, so that I was now sitting on his lap, pathetically moving my hips. The pace slowed for a bit as Goku let me take control. Only for a few seconds.

"Get on all fours." I swear I could've came from just how huskily and sexy his voice sounded. This wasn't the Goku that everyone knew. This was something more primal and I loved it.

I made no hesitation to listen. I simply did as I was told. As soon as I turned around to get on my knees, Goku pushes me down, my face pressed against the ground. It was only seconds he wasn't inside me. For the time I was bare I was whimpering, pressing against him. Wanting him in me now. Missing the feeling his cock gave me.

He didn't let me struggle any longer, before his harshly pushed himself in me. I screamed out as he fucked me harder than he has been, my ass bouncing back against his hips. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, holding me in place.

"This is mine." He growled lowly, causing me to shiver.

"You're mine. All mine." I couldn't form any words, they just came out in cries. I started to whimper when I felt his pace slowly, torturing slow.

"I want to hear you say it." My breathing started to catch up to me, I didn't realise what I had done.

I let out a cry as Goku pulled me up, his hand placed tightly around my neck, holding me up against him. Slowly rocking his hips against my ass, his cock pumping in and out of me slowly.

"Say it." He murmured into my ear, I tried to focus on him but all I could focus on was his cock filling me full.

"Please. I need you~" I moan quietly, as my hand travels up his forearm, resting on his hand.

"Say I'm yours." He halts his movements, causing me to whimper once again.

"I'm yours. No one else's. I'm all yours Goku. All yours." He lets out a low chuckle as he listens to my breathless words.

"That's a good girl."

As soon as those words left his mouth, he started to fuck me, harder than he has. I could feel myself coming to, his cock was slamming to right spot and I could feel myself ready to burst. All of my decency went out the window and I didn't care. I didn't care what I looked like, I didn't care how I sounded. All I cared about was this man and he was quite literally fucking the life out of me.

"I want you to cum. I want to feel you lose control all over my cock." I followed his voice, because that's exactly what I was going to do.

"You feel so good honey. You feel so amazing around my cock.  It's all yours." As he continued to moan words into my ear that was my tipping point, I could feel myself cumming and I was welcoming it. I was so ready.

"Goku- I'm gonna-!" He picked up the pace once again, going at super speed.

"That's right honey. Cum." I did as I was commanded, my body started to lose control; starting to shaking as I came all over his cock. He held me close and tightly as my body thrashed around in his arms. My cries and moans echoed through the trees.

Goku continued to plow into me, bringing me my release but he wasn't done.

"I'm not done with you yet. I told you I'm going to fuck my seed into you. You are going to be full of my cum." I laid against him as he continued to use me as his fuck toy. The moans and cries never seizing.

Before too long, his thrusts became harder and stronger, letting me know he was close but to my surprise, so was I. I've never came with a man before let alone twice, this was truly something else.

Goku turned my head so that our lips could connected, his mouth engulfed mine, capturing all of my moans that continued to fall out. I could feel him become desperate as he chased his own high, before I could expect. Goku let out another feral growl before I felt his load release into me, causing my eyes to roll to the back and that was exactly what I needed for my own release. He continued to pump in me as he rode us through our highs, they were basically in sync. It was pure bliss. Heavenly.

We tumbled to the ground, me landing softly onto his chest. Both parties are struggling to catch their breath.

 In all that 'commotion', I didn't even notice Goku had transformed; into his Super Saiyan glow.

"Goku?"

"Hmm?"

I point up towards his hair "You're Yellow." Goku pulled at a strand of his locks, his wide goofy smile return to his face "Huh. I didn't even notice." His head rolled back to rest against the ground, his hand tracing little patterns into my shoulder as I copy the same action on his chest.

He powers down, leaving him laying there with his usual spiky black hair. A small soft smile makes its way on my lips as I rest my chin on the top of my intertwined hands; staring up at the gorgeous man.

"Wanna go again?" He suddenly asks, lifting his head back up to look down at me. A shock expression makes it way on to my face. Though it seemed such an innocent suggestion, behind those eyes was something more sinister that I experienced only moments ago.

"Now? Jesus Goku. You fucked me raw." He smiles cheekily, pulling me up so that our faces are barely touching; noses brushing.

"But you're so addicting. I don't think I could get enough of you. You are so much better than training and You're mine. All mine." I felt my cheeks heat up as he squeezed me in the tight embrace.

Oh.

He was serious.