#im so ridiculously pumped

[arbitrarity]

was the renfield movie good? debatable

was the renfield movie fun? YES absolutely I had a blast :D

[maraeffect]

god it's easy to forget how fucking miserable chemo is when you've gone almost ten years without it (''':

[shunsuiken]

DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME (and in whose arms you’re gonna be).

pairing(s). kaeya, childe, ayato, kaveh, neuvillette x fem!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 200-400 for each character

an. AND SING WITH ME 🎤🎤 SO DARLING SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEE michael buble literally left no crumbs with this song i had to write about it omg + ALSO happy valentines day everyone !!! i may not have a valentine this year but im happy to post this for anybody feeling a little lonely today !! you are so so loved okay ?!!! come and collect a kiss from me before reading on 💋 MUAH have a lovely valentines day !!! <33

kaeya alberich

you’re really good at hiding, kaeya thinks to himself with a huff and a smile on his lips. searching all over the plaza for you was making him break a sweat in his navy blue tuxedo. with another turn around the corner he decides to remove his tuxedo jacket for the time being, folding it over his arm to carry instead.

“no, no, no klee! stop it! you can’t play with your things here, if you blow things up-”

“-master jean will put me in solitary confinement…”

oho, kaeya recognises these two voices very well. he finds it so hilarious that at the end, his feet lead him right to you! not even a single thought was processed as he turned the corner two seconds ago but here you are.

he hides behind the large potted plant, listening to the conversation you and the beloved spark knight share. he stays there until it becomes quiet between you two.

“kaeya, you peacock, i know it’s you.”

kaeya lets out a baffled noise, finally showing himself from behind the plant, offended by the ridiculous nickname you gave him. “snowflake, how dare you?”

“klee, don’t eavesdrop on people like this man when you grow older, yeah?” you point animatedly at your lover, who’s folding his arms and scoffing at you.

klee only giggles, nodding her head. “i gotta go find albedo now!” you watch as she skips off towards the plaza, waving goodbye.

you then turn towards your next problem that stands behind you. “i thought you were out dancing?”

“i was, but they’ll start playing the last dance soon and how can my last dance not be with you?” your lover walks towards you, pulling you closer by your waist with his free arm. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, smiling softly at his intentions.

you hear an announcement echoing from the plaza before you can reply, and you figure it might have been mika because of how timid the voice sounded.

“good evening everyone, please bring all your friends and company over for the last dance of the night!”

“sounds like our queue.” you slide your arms off his shoulder to grab his hand, pulling him with you without warning.

“oh snowflake, hold on-” kaeya almost trips on air and the sounds of your laughter bounce off the concrete floor and walls as you drag him down the staircase leading to the plaza.

childe

you can never refuse ajax’s request for a dance, because he won’t take no for an answer. especially when it comes to dancing. your feet hurt so much. you’re so ready to just fall on top of your bed and go to sleep. but the only thing that keeps you wide awake, heart pumping and everything is the look on your lover's face.

his gaze usually has this inhumane and dull look to them, but you find that whenever he looks at you or when he participates in something he loves, his gaze finally twinkles. it works so miraculously too. like all of a sudden life was returned to him and he could see.

the smile on your lips grows when you think about this. you think it’s sweet how you’re one of the reasons that the life in his eyes returns.

ajax notices the tighter grip you hold on his forearm, making his lips curl in curiosity. “what’s going on in your head, baby?”

you zone in on the situation, you’re still dancing, and you shake your head in response. “nothing, ajax.” you want to keep your thoughts to yourself but when ajax smiles at you like that, with the most expectant look on his face, you can’t help yourself. “actually, i just thought about the dance.”

he twirls you around to the music before connecting arms with you again. “you just thought about the dance?” his brow quirks in amusement.

“no, no not like that,” you say with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “i just thought that this number is the longest one so far.”

“well of course,” ajax responds with an eye smile. “it’s the last song.”

“it… is?” you look up at ajax while trying to fight the urge to look anywhere else.

if this is the last song… and you’re dancing with him… then that can only mean-

when the choreography allows ajax to pull you against his chest, he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “you will be my final dance partner tonight.”

kamisato ayato

these few days at fontaine have been strumming the strings of your heart like a guitar—ayato has been spending so much time with you that you’re beginning to think of such ridiculous conclusions. his eyes that linger on your face, his hand that hovers on the small of your back when leading you out of a hall and it’s just these little things that he does with you that makes you want to claw an entire curtain off its rod. one time he even poured you a glass of wine before taking a sip with the same glass—it’s like he’s forgotten he’s the yashiro commissioner!

thoma and ayaka barely bat an eye. but also, they’ve known ayato for much longer than you have since you were a recent (and lovely) addition to the little family. so… perhaps this is just how he acts?

“uh-huh, when he’s courting someone that is.”

the sentence that thoma said offhandedly is the only thing that rings through your mind. but your thoughts must’ve shone through your expression because ayato is quick on his feet to smoothly guide you off the dance floor, gloved hand still holding yours as he brings you to a less crowded area—the balcony.

“you appeared to be distracted, that’s why i pulled us away,” ayato breaks the silence and your train of thoughts.

he’s still holding my hand—is what you’re repeating in your head. your eyes can barely focus on a single object within your field of vision. your bottom lip quivers at the revelation you’re carefully starting to uncover.

“i am not distracted,” you inhale sharply when you accidentally meet ayato’s gaze. “i…” your brows crease as you try to get words out of your mouth.

ayato brings your hand up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand and you can physically feel the blood rush up to your fingertips. “would my lady like to return to the hotel?”

your voice leaves your throat in but a hoarse whisper, “what did you just call me?”

you hear a chuckle from ayato and it makes you snap your head around in embarrassment. this new term of endearment rolls off his tongue way too easily, the rascal must have been practicing!

“oh no, no, no, my lady, you must look at me,” a grin appears on ayato’s face at your attempts to hide your expression and when he finally gets you to look at him, you’re caged between his arms.

“why would you call me that?” you whine at his teasing.

“well i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore,” ayato murmurs, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks. “will you allow me to call you that?”

kaveh

three hours. it’s been three hours since you and kaveh decided to learn a cute couples dance routine ‘for funsies’. whose idea was this again? weren’t you two supposed to be just friends? doesn’t kaveh have a client meeting tomorrow that he should be preparing for?

“so we do this—then this and then we’re supposed to oh—!”

the silence is deafening. the song playing in the background fades as you both stare at each other, even mirroring the same expression. eyes as wide as saucers. lips just inches from connection.

kaveh’s breath fans over your lips and you can hear the audible gulp he makes at the closeness. he’s also entirely aware that the red in his cheeks has reached his ears by now. while you, on the other hand, have started hearing the percussion of your heart in your own eardrums.

“o-oh…” your legs are frozen in place and hang on a second, why haven’t either of you let go?

his hand is respectfully sat on your waist, while the other is occupied holding your hand. you hear him inhale and it grabs your attention before you can get anymore lost in his gaze. his gaze observes your lovely face, eyes flickering from one feature to another as he whispers, “has anybody ever told you you’re pretty up close?”

you shake your head ever so slightly. “no.”

kaveh likes this answer, humming as he ponders for a moment.

your eyes sparkle when that handsome smile of his appears on his lips. he chuckles shortly at your expression, your palm feels so warm when connected with his.

“i’m glad i’m the first to tell you.”

neuvillette

“oh dear, neuvillette,” you chuckle softly, walking towards him as he takes another sip of his water. he stands in a more secluded corner of the hall, briefly greeting guests with a nod of the head. which is why he stands out like a sore thumb—arctic white hair, designer blue suit and a piercing gaze.

but that gaze doesn’t fool you. the dragon sovereign is probably pondering on retiring for the night and is only still present to keep up with appearances.

“yes, lady y/n?” it’s to nobody’s surprise that he heard you from metres away.

when he turns around, your eyes immediately land on the problem you’ve sensed since you returned from the dancefloor.

“your tie,” you reply, standing in front of his figure, nonchalantly raising your hands in preparation to adjust the garment. “will you allow me to fix it?”

the gears in neuvillette’s mind pause abruptly at your question. he certainly has no problem readjusting his own tie. his hands aren’t holding anything else other than his cup of water—which he can definitely put down on a nearby table!

but why can’t he bring himself to say no?

the ‘of course’ leaves his lips faster than he would have liked, but that’s no matter, your expression shows no sign of displeasure. instead, he watches your sweet smile brighten.

when your fingers reach the tie, neuvillette notices how you tiptoe to reach him. so he does what any normal person would do—he leans down.

it catches you off guard, the tips of your fingers just slightly grazing against his neck in the process. you profusely apologise in whispers to which neuvillette can only chuckle at.

“it is no trouble lady y/n, i appreciate the kind gesture.” the corner of neuvillette’s lips curve, his hands neatly tucked behind him as he allows you to redo his tie.

neuvillette’s lips only seem to further break into a smile as he watches you pat on the tie in completion.

“there, all finished.” you look up at the iudex, chuckling, “you ought to learn how to do this yourself.”

neuvillette hums, “perhaps you could teach me.” he takes your hand, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before kissing it. “but for now a dance shall suffice, would you care to join me?”

[rafeysdoll]

what arguing with rafe cameron is like.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

authors note: request found here, i actually wrote this awhile ago and thought it was perfect for this!

warnings: established relationship

“rafe!” you whine, the tears collecting in your lashline. “are you even listening to me?” you yell out, stomping your foot against the floor when he just rolls his eyes, he was hardly paying attention which only ceased to upset you more. you think to yourself, ‘who could blame you?’ he was just so mean. it was too much for your brain as well as to your sensitive heart.

“what do you want me to say? huh?” he grumbles, he's trying to control himself from just up and leaving back to the party downstairs in tannyhill, he really is. he thought the whole thing was ridiculous. you, throwing a tantrum at him because some girl was in your eyes, way too touchy when he was pushing product, saying she didn’t have to touch his hand for the little baggie as long as she did.

but to you it was so much more than two extra seconds. you saw how she always giggled in a corner with her friends when he was around, liking every single post on his instagram expect for the ones with you in them, even commenting little things in most. always lowering her top and pushing up her tits before applying a new coat of lipstick when she was heading his way.

but to him, rafe had decided long ago you were the one for him. you were the one that he was going to take care of, the one he was going to love and pump full of cameron babies so that one day you could be his little housewife.

so, what was the big deal?

“can't just.. can't just freak out on me like that, alright? got business shit to take care of and you cannot be latching onto me just because you think some.. some coked up chick is gonna make a move, okay?” he stresses, walking closer to you now.

when you let out a small whimper in response, he freezes just a little, seeing you let your head fall as you look down at your heels, feeling stuck in what to reply because really — you didn't want to argue with him. you hated it more than anything. you wanted to be good for him, you just hated seeing the sight of some random girl cuddling up to him.

rafe sucks in a deep breath and sighs, biting his lip. he wasn't going to continue trying to sweep this under the rug, downplaying it when it was clear that this was important to you. so, he clenches his fist and tongues at his cheek, and starts nodding to himself. “yeah.. uh. yeah, alright- okay. fine.” he admits, thinking to himself too how he would react if some dude was creeping up in his girls space.

“just want you to understand me rafe," you say softly. the tears that collected in your eyes now freely falling. "i know, i know.. i'm sorry okay? i understand baby.. i do.” he coos, walking closer and sitting you down at the edge of his bed, squatting in front of you.

“hey, hey look at me.” he says while moving his left hand to your cheek, stroking it softly— one of your favorite things rafe did. “im.. i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry. should've been more.. nice to you.”

you sniffle, leaning your head into his cheek. “oh rafey.. was just.. was just so upset and i took it out on you.. i'm sorry papi, .. am i.. am i bad?” you mewl, mascara dripping down your face. your emotions were really catching up to you. it was all mushing up together, making you feel all overwhelmed.

“no, no baby, you're good. you're good, doll. just take in a few breathes alright? you're fine..” rafe whispers, wiping your tears and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “say it with me doll.. can you do that for me baby?” he speaks softly, smiling at you.

“i'm good. i'm good,” you whisper back, nodding. “there you go baby, just relaxx, doll.” he prompts, dragging out the x's. “we're fine, alright? no chick is gonna steal me away from you, 'kay?” he speaks while pulling strands of your hair behind your ear. “i'll finish up selling and you can cling on my arm ‘till im done. alright, baby?”

“mm, mhm” you mumble with a cheeky smile.

[bunnyreaper]

oh can we pleaseeee talk about forced breeding with johnny 🙏🏻🙏🏻

im imagining such a manipulative best friend soap here, who can talk his way into anything.

like you two are super close, you share everything, which is why he feels comfortable complaining about the fact that he hasn't gotten laid in forever. and at first it's just a one off comment, but then he keeps fucking whining about it, to the point where you offer to help him get off just to get him to shut up!! but you tell him straight up, no sex.

so he comes to your room late at night, in a tight shirt and grey sweatpants that he's definitely wearing too low on his hips, bcs he's clearly trying to tempt you. you let him in and decide to offer him a blowjob, which he eagerly accepts cooing about how you're the best friend a guy could ask for.

he pulls down the sweatpants as he sits on his bed, and you kneel before him surprised by the size of his cock that's already hard for you. he lets you ease in at first, as you stroke him slowly before going in with little licks and gentle sucks, but after a while his hips start to buck, his hand comes to the back of your head to hold you in place as his pace increases.

he pulls you off of him with a pleasured hiss, diving in to kiss you senseless (not something you discussed but any protests are silenced by his mouth as his tongue slips inside. then he begs and whines some more. "lemme fuck yer thighs, yeah? please lass?"

the puppy dog eyes and the desperation in your friends voice does you in, as you pull off your own sweatpants and lay on the bed for johnny to start thrusting into your thighs. his grin is ridiculously satisfied as his precum smears all over your thighs, sticky and viscous and making him moan. honestly, you get a little lost in the blissed out look on his face--the fact he's feeling that just from pushing inbetween your thighs. and you're only human, even if johnny is just a friend, the sensation of him rubbing against you is filling you with need.

johnny must be able to sense it, as he angles his hips to push his cock past your panties and through you folds, making you moan involuntarily. "jus' wanted to see if you wet wet, nothin' more, promise." he whines as he starts to rut into your soaking folds, his hips moving wildly.

and then he's stopping, peeling off your panties and putting himself back between your thighs. "just the tip, yeah?" he pants. "johnny, no." you huff, but it's getting harder to resist as his cock head nudges against your clit over and over again. "please, just the tip, 's nothin'" as if sensing your impending defeat, he slides in anyway just the tip as he shallowly fucks you open for just a few strokes...

before he plunges in, hard and deep as he repositions you, throwing your legs over your shoulders as he presses you to the mattress and presses his forehead to yours. "feels too good, bonnie, and you were fuckin' swallowin' me, your pretty little pussy wanted me so bad. couldn't resist." he groans wildly as he fucks you recklessly, forcing moan after moan out of you as his cock strokes your insides fucking perfectly. you find it hard to recall why you ever said no in the first place, until johnny's rhythm goes, and his groans grow deeper and deeper.

"johnny, you gotta pull out, i haven't taken my pill--" you try to plead with him, to reason with him through the feral look on his face, but nothing seems to work, even as you weakly push at his chest. you try to use your legs, but as you reposition to get better leverage he starts hitting deeper, fucking away your resistance with every thrust, and you find your legs clinging to him just for some support.

"aww fuck am gonna cum bonnie, gonna fill you full, gonna--" he comes with a shout, cock slamming into your cervix as he floods you with pump after pump of cum. "ha, knew yer wanted it, could feel you milk me, squeezin' out every last drop."

he collapses on top of you, not letting you squirm away from where his length plugs your hole with all his hot cum inside. "feel so much better lass, thanks for letting me breed that little cunt o' yours. yer too good to me."

[hyuckiefluff]

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

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

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your... brother... he—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[poppy-metal]

being at a party and being dared to give jordan a lap dance. being so fucking nervous because you're just a freshman and they're one of the most popular supes on campus - they're eyeing you up as you stumble over like a newborn fawn, spreading their legs and adjusting their hips as they just watch you. no encouraging smile, just dark eyes curious about what you'll do. its stiff at first, your dancing, people giggle at you, you want to throw up with nerves but then you feel warm hands at your waist. the metal of their rings digging into your sides as they lean in to murmur in your ear, "relax, freshman. just lean into it - I'm not gonna bite."

but they will, you're sure of it. you've seen their bite. but still, you do as they say. you want to please them, anyway, more than you want to complete the stupid dare. so you let the music guide how you move, you turn so your back is to jordan, leaning until your palms are on their spread thighs, and you rock your hips in slow circles. each sway bringing your ass closer to their crotch. you hear jordans intake of breath, the faint "goddamn," they let slip out when you arch your back. it fills you with light, knowing you're affecting them and not just being a joke. their hands end up assisting you, thumbs hooking through the belt loops on your ridiculously short shorts and guiding your hips back and forth against them. you're fully on their lap now, ass plush with their pelvis.

the people around you have moved on, the dare is technically over, but you dont stop. not when jordan grunts, "fuck," when your ass brushes against them, you feel them at your back again, "you're making me so fucking wet. who taught you to move like that, huh?"

you flush at the notion of turning jordan on. rocking against them harder. "no one," you gasp, clit throbbing. you feel their hands move again, palms smoothing up and down your thighs, your hips, gliding under the cheeks of your ass where they peek out of your shorts.

"so its all for me?" they sound pleased about that being true.

you nod, nearly squeaking when they suddenly shift, the hands becoming bigger, and you're being brought back, and they're lifting their pelvis just a little. you go hot when you feel the hard bulge of their cock press between your legs as they settle you fully into their lap.

"you keep humpin my dick like that with this fat fucking ass and im gonna have to take you upstairs."

n thats how you end up being the first and only freshman with their legs over jordans shoulder, moaning their name as they pump your fresh little pussy full ):

[konigsblog]

Characters kill other people in canon? It's A-Okay!

But characters engaging in non-canon stepcest? Grab the pitchforks! Anons are fucking ridiculous.

Please keep up the drabbles! stepcest and all! Always a treat to read! Your stuff is great!

Can I request Divorced Phillip Graves? He's eager to get his cock wet and would love Reader to do it. Her mouth or pussy will do. He can be as mean as you want, lol I'd love to see what you come up with.

this is such an old request, and im so, so sorry for only now getting around to it! i have a lot of requests — a lot — so it's hard for me to get down to older requests! and thank you, for sticking up for me and requesting this fantastic idea. :3

tw: stepcest, divorced-stepdad!graves, intoxication, noncon, age gap (20s-50s)

he feels horrible for this. he's not married to your mother anymore, you're technically not even his stepdaughter! but he still has fantasies about you, he always has. from when he first met you, he'd be jerking off and pumping his thick, hard, musky cock to the thoughts of taking you however he likes. :(

he keeps in touch with you; finding your socials, messaging you and calling you every night. he manipulates you, convincing you that he just wants to hear that pretty voice speak to him — about whatever you wanna talk about. whilst you're talking to him, he's fisting his fat cock, head thrown back and biting his lip to suppress his grunts and moans, only the sounds of his laboured breathing audible on your side of the phone.

he even meets up with you!! telling himself that there's nothing wrong with perving on his stepdaughter, that he's a man who has some needs that have to be fulfilled. you're convinced that it's just for a catch up, nothing more... but soon enough, you're on your back in a cheap motel with your stepfather's wet, hard cock stuffed into your slick, drooling pussy! :(

“god-i’ve been missin’ this pussy, sweethear’... lookin’ so pretty -- all drunk, ain’t’cha, dollface? a drunk mess takin’ your stepfather’s cock so-fuckin’ well...”

[cathrrrine]

came across this screenshot of a tweet on pinterest and i couldn’t help but headcanon making it through the twd apocalypse because of a painfully obvious crush on daryl.

twd headcanon: obviously crushing on an oblivious daryl dixon.

giggling in the distance while daryl dixon is in the middle of killing walkers, “ugh he’s so cute when he does that”

kicking your feet sitting up in a tree going “hiiiii daryllllll! <3 whatcha doinnn” and he’s like “???” cause you’re legitimately surrounded by now dead walkers and covered in blood

very sunshine x grumpy coded

whispering to maggie “oh my god do you think he was checking me out?” in the middle of a battle

“does this top look cute on me?” “what do you think is his type?” “should i maybe start smoking so we can go on smoke breaks together”

reminding yourself you’re a grown woman with composure and dignity when you find yourself wanting to scream into your pillow, because this daryl crush is so frustrating and he’s just so hot and his arms are so perfect and the way his voice makes you want to climb him right then and there-

wanting to be all mysterious and cool around him but it’s like the spirit of your teenage self possesses you whenever he’s around

subtly standing riiigghhhtttt behind him so rick pairs you together for supply runs then fist-pumping to yourself when it works

rick pretends not to notice. he pairs both of you up on purpose everytime

if he helps you up, you hold on to his hand for longer than you need to, in what you think is a subtle way but everyone notices

while almost dying, “fuck, can someone make sure my hair looks good before daryl sees me? rosita PLEASE im your FRIEND stop messing with my wound and fix my HAIRhdhwhrjue”

“maggie if i pass out can you please do me a favour and make sure daryl is the one who carries me? <3 oooh do you think he knows how to do cpr-“

*in the middle of killing walkers* wow daryl!!! *slash* that was *stab* a great shot!

daryl being ultimately clueless about your flirting and genuinely just thinks you’re being friendly

carol having to tell him “daryl she’s in love with you it’s so obvious”

and he denies it “nah she acts that way towards everyone” even if he secretly wishes it was true

carol wanting to smack him on the head because everyone knows you’re head over heels for daryl dixon except for daryl dixon

when you’re caught in a herd, you force yourself to keep going because there’s no way in hell you’re going to die surrounded by walkers. in your dazed state you’re thinking “fuck this shit im tracking dixon down and im gonna use my last breath to tell him i love him”

and maybe dying in his arms sounds better than being ripped apart by reanimated corpses so you keep pushing yourself

when you make it home you basically just throw yourself at the gates and everyone rushes over to get you to the infirmary

you could’ve sworn you heard maggie yell at daryl to carry you but you’re too out of it to process the thought

bleeding out and feeling yourself fading but then you hear daryl’s voice

“come on, y/n, you’re a fighter. you gotta make it through this. i know you can. please, you have to.”

it’s a miracle how instantly that makes you open your eyes when you were seconds away from death just before that

bringing you flowers and random little gifts while you’re healing up in bed but only putting them next to you when you’re asleep because he’s too shy

him not used to the days being so quiet without you being two steps behind him

finding himself missing your ridiculous quips when he’s on a supply run killing walkers and having to fill the silence with your voice in his head, recalling all the things you regularly say to him, because it feels too weird without you

being so attentive to your needs when you feel good enough to be out and about

daryl feeling much, much better when you’re back to being yourself and the days feel normal again with you going “hiiiiii darryyylllll <3”

carol: she’s in love with you.

daryl: she ain’t. stop it.

carol: fine! but you can’t deny you’re in love with her

whole thing is very reminiscent of a high school crush; innocent, bashful, endearing. everyone’s so entertained by The Daryl and Y/N Show

they have a bet going on to see who asks who out first

daryl asking maggie if what carol tells him is true, trying and failing to be casual about it

very shrill “he WHAT?!?” scream heard from your room, just minutes after the exchange

“TELLMEEVERYTHINGHESAID-“

[seethesin]

peace and quiet

pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.

The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.

As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.

Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?

The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.

"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.

You refrain from groaning.

"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.

She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.

It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.

Not in this line of work.

It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—

And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.

Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.

"Hey! I was having fun!"

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.

"I wasn't."

Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.

In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—

Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.

Oh.

Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.

"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.

This wasn't real. None of this could be real.

"I know how you look at me."

The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?

"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.

James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.

She’s begging you to keep her entertained.

Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.

You chuckle. “Good girl.”

Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.

"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.

"Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.

Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.

"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.

"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.

Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.

Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.

Thank god for the dark.

A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.

"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."

Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.

"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.

Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.

James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.

Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.

You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.

"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.

"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."

"I was about to cum!"

You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then."

[noritoshiikamo]

wake up [childe x reader]

im writing childe again as an annual sacrifice to lose on his banner for c5 jean or tighnari also miss manipulative yet sweet little husband childe [continuation of this]

tagging @cheolinn @duskamethyst @crashed-wing

cw dubcon, manipulative childe, pregnant reader, wee bit of somnophilia, female receiving oral, not so descriptive penetrative sex, mention of breeding kink, stockholm syndromish, homicidal thoughts (childe)

ajax is ridiculous throughout your pregnancy.

you found yourself dodging him ever so often but would it work with your stubborn husband? never. your cold shoulder meant he just had to work a little hard, aggressive with no subtlety. to him, you must just be a little cranky with his busy schedule. serving tsaritsa is might be a priority but for you, he was willing to make an exception.

he’s suffocating.

hovering over you, berating everything you do as if you haven’t been doing this for the past 57 day to be exact. “stop, i’m just pregnant. leave me alone,” you muttered angrily, eyes didn’t even leave the chopping board holding off to the herbs you were about to chop. ajax knew well than to mess with an angry woman holding a knife.

“my love, you are going in your second trimester, you should be resting. what kind of husband am i if i’m not helping my sweet sweet wife.”

you turned around, annoyance was all your face could convey to his nonsense, “well for once, if you would’ve learn to control yourself, i wouldn’t need to be carrying a baby for 9 months.” his laughter echoed the small cottage as you found yourself trapped between the counter, a hard place and your charming husband. his bare hands, sight you rarely seen brushed gently against your cheeks. your tensed body immediately relaxed as if it was trained to respond as such to his touch. “now, now, that wouldn’t be so husbandly of me if i couldn’t get my wife knocked up, wouldn’t i?” his lips brushed your own so lightly but it was your reaction that made the man marveled in excitement. you were reaching for more.

“oh, did my wife miss me?”

you bit your tongue, “shut up and quit bothering me.”

ajax feigned a small pout, fishing for your sympathy as he rested his forehead against yours. his cold eyes were wide with joy, being nuisance to you was his choice of bantering. he missed this dearly, contemplating more sabbatical leaves to spend more time with you. his thumb brushed against your lower lips as his finger hooked under your chin, forcing your gaze up on him. “i told you,” he clicked his tongue, “i will lessen the bothering after our third child. fifth if you want to completely stop, i will definitely shut my mouth.”

he felt something sharp against his chest. looking down, you slammed the knife flat, palm on the handle against where his heart laid. your hand looked so small compared to the knife,“just cook.”

you waddled away, tossing the apron on the counter. you felt his gaze against your body but it was his words that gave you the shivers.

“i’ll still have it, y/n. after our sweet firstborn is out, i will only give you few months of break, and then i’ll breed the second one right back in ya.”

you knew it well that the threat isn’t empty.

it was adorable that 30 minutes later, he found you completely out in the baby room, resting against the nice sofa by the window with a book on your laps. it seemed that the book is reading you and not the other way around. my poor exhausted wife, he thought fondly. he leaned against the door, arms across the chest as his eyes roamed. how could he resist the idea of pumping you full of his child when you look so adorable and cute?

something twitched in him.

his boots creaked heavy against the floor. winter must be brutal on you after years in the land of freedom. you surely missed the sunny breeze against your skin, his finger brushing lightly against your thigh, hiking your dress higher. a soft oh escaped his lips as his eyes widened in excitement. down on both knees, his lips planted butterfly kisses along the inside watching as you squirmed and sighed. the book long forgotten, laying on the floor as he ventured deeper. you must have been thinking of how none of your complaints were heard by him. ajax just didn’t think that it would be true; you’re not just gonna be walking around with nothing underneath just because the waistband hurts. he felt sorry for doubting you, apologizing in the way he knew best with a kiss in your mound.

“sorry baby, shh just sleep,” he hushed as he yanked you by the legs forward, spreading your legs further. you whined, drowsy in exhaustion.

he was sorry indeed. with arms both underneath your thighs, holding you in place, he burrowed deeper. on his archon’s name, he couldn’t understand how you could taste this delicious on his tongue. ajax could no longer go for the soft gentle licks, he was ravishing you. when he was not running his tongue along your slit, teasing your throbbing holes with his pointed tongue, he kept his lips latched around the puffy clit. with every whines and sighs, he kept his grips on your soft thighs tighter.

his heart swelled and his cock twitched when his name slipped out of your tongue so gently. even in your dream, he was haunting you. except this wasn’t a dream and ajax was really going to town. he would kill for you to wake up, listening to your sweet begging of no and not here.

he has no sense of patience and politeness.

he would keep you gagged with his cock down your throat underneath the table, pounding you in the corner of the dark alley of the busiest holiday night in town and here he is, trying to fuck you in your newborn’s room. he lives for the lusty fearful eyes of yours as he drives deeper in you. releasing your clit with a soft pop, his fingers went busy around the belt. he was leaking through the light pants, managed only to open it halfway before giving it a quick tug. he never asked, you knew better than to protest what was his. he rubbed the hardened cock against your slit, watching frenzied in lust as your face contorted in pleasure.

“oh, y/n,” he called gleefully, planting kisses on your nose, “you better wake up or you’ll miss it.”

his kissed ticked your. your eyes opened lightly, startled by your husband’s face directly on your face. “miss what?” you asked confusedly. your pretty voice laced in exhaustion and sleep.

ajax smiled gleefully and your heart sank. “fuck, ajax!”your eyes shot opened as he pushed his whole length in. not giving you a single warning, not even easing in slowly, the fucked up blissed look in his face as he was fully sheathed in your cunt. you came just by his penetration, much to his content. your legs beside his figure trembled as you fisted his red shirt. “fucking warn me first,” you cried, his hungrily lips reached your own. you tasted yourself, face flushing violently as you realised what had happen. your eyed rolled back at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your own. “hm, what about warning me first if you decide to walk around without a panties? what if someone see it? they’ll take advantage of my sweet pregnant wife,” he mocked, withdrawing his hips back and slamming forward, “my poor helpless wife, can’t have people know that they got the tightest cunt in town, can’t i?” you threw your head back in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes from pain turned into a pleasure down your cheeks. he occupied your neck, lapping and biting your skin. sucking until marks formed where your heart pounded heavily underneath his tongue. until he was satisfied, until his hands took over around the column to bring your eyes back to his.

“don’t. do. it. again,” he hissed, emphasizing each words with the harsh thrust into your cunt, “not when i’m not around. or i will kill anyone who sets their eyes on you. don’t tell me you got off to the thoughts of me killing someone for you, my wife?”

his hips slowed down and you immediately shook your head, tongue building courage to mutter no. you watched as his face softened immediately, happily kissing you with his hips snapping harsh enough you could feel your second coming. he knew it. with the way you were breathing heavily, acting so obediently with his ridiculous orders and the pussy tightening against his cock, you were about to cum. “a-ajax! i can’t,” you whined, gasping for air he knocked out with every fucks. “s-slow down please.” your feet pressed against his side, struggling to slow his pace.

“sorry baby, i want you to cum on my cock. not even a chance,” he chuckled, lapping on the salty droplet against your cheeks, “come on baby, you’re tightening around my cock, give it in.” your cries echoed the small room, sofa creaked against the wooden floor taking the brunt of his harsh thrusts. your dress was like a thin paper shredded, exposing your bare skin he yearned the most. lapping hungrily on your sensitive, hardened bud. with every gaze of his fangs, you cursed him in your mother tongue. it could only make him more feral. you could feel his pelvic grinding against yours.

ajax is attractive when he’s about to cum.

his daze was feral yet soft, glistening with lust. his soft locks stick to his face and every time it became troublesome, he pushed it back. you couldn’t help the stare to count the speckles of freckles that kissed his face and wondered how many times had his past lover kissed him there. was it you? his face softened when your fingers rested itself against his face. he enjoyed it. his smile grew wider and so did the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. “someone’s staring,” he teased, almost panting the words out of breath. you didn’t say anything, brushing a line you were certain once was a bleeding scar you nursed to heal.

he ruined your life, dragged you back here and imprisoned you but how can you hate him? deep inside you, you knew you made him mad. you drove him away and now his child grew in your womb and your found it more of a bliss than a punishment. your body tensed, nails dug deep in his shoulder blade. you didn’t make a sound, holding your breath. you came again but it almost feel like an out of body experience.

“y/n, come back to me,” his raspy voice against your ears startled you. you didn’t realise how you end up on his laps, on the floor arms tight around him with his hips were more forgiving this time. ajax breathed a sigh of relief, “there you are. wow, you’re so easy to break there, sweetheart, i thought i lost ya for a sec.” his eyes search your face, flushed and full of bliss. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, brushing your drool away, cleaning your face with concern.

“you didn’t finish,” you mumbled, confusion etched on your face.

“i don’t have too, are you okay?”

you pushed him off, watching as his soft ginger locks splayed on the floor. his brows jolted up in surprise, “y/n,” he warned, holding you up by the waist. a soft curse escaped his lips as he felt the walls tightening against his length. you love it, the way your name escaped his tongue. his moans echoed the room now as your hips moved. his cries and the way his grips tightened against your flesh every time your hips snapped up and down. he was getting sensitive, eager to finish, his hips moving upward to match your pace. his hand, it roamed. holding on to your arm, grabbing a handful of your growing breast but when he finally came, it sat against your growing belly. you gasped, feeling overwhelmed and full as he painted your inside wide, not a single drop wasted.

the room was quieter now. you both sat attached, struggling to catch the breath you knocked out of each other. you watched as his fingers trembled around the buttons. he shed the shirt off before sitting up, carefully wrapping you in his warm shirt. you said nothing, letting him rest your head against his chest. you listened to his rapid heart pounded, his fingers brushing your back with every breath you took you swore his heart skipped a beat. you sat there long before he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the sofa.

“stay here, let me grab you some clean clothes and something to clean you up.”

you yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, “nothing with waistbands, no underwear.”

ajax beamed in excitement, his smirk grew wider as he watched your face flushed warmer, “oh, trust me, you are not wearing anything after that.”

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[t-0ne25]

[C] — THEIR APARTMENT

Perhaps caused by anxiety reasons, you’ve always been someone who needs to discuss things as soon as possible. Otherwise, you won’t be able to stop worrying and just fall down a drain of confusion. It’s a curse and a blessing at once. After packing all your stuff, you head to one of the cafés on your way to your friends’ shared apartment, getting three drinks for the trio.

Luckily, the subway isn’t as crowded as it was two days ago, making it easier to balance the beverages without the fear of spilling even a single drop. One less problem. At least something. You wonder now how stupid it was to get a caffeine induced drink for yourself, when your heart is already threatening to burst out of your chest. You push the worries aside—as best as possible—and (im)patiently wait for the station you want to get out.

Once you reach it, you sprint out the vehicle and basically run to the building your friends live in. Your heart is pumping at lightning speed, your head is spinning, making you wonder if it’s such a great idea, first, to turn up here uninvited and, second, to talk to them about the confusion inside your head when you yourself don’t know yet what you actually want.

Well, if you’re completely honest... The best decision would be not to choose at all and just be close with both of them—both physically and romantically speaking. This is the disaster you’ve caught yourself in. Great. Who on earth has a crush on both their friends and said friends also happen to be roommates? This is ridiculous.

Your palms are sweaty when you enter the house, climbing up the stairs with weak knees but you manage to get to their floor. You count to ten inside your head—a strategy you always use when you’re caught in anxiety induced moments like this one. You make it to number eight, nine follows. Nine and a half. Nine and three quarters. Wishing to find a magic spell that will help you out of this.

Ten.

You’ve got this.

You ring the doorbell.

Half a minute passes before the door swings open, revealing Minho who is only wearing a towel around his waist. You cling onto the drinks you brought with you. An accident of three iced beverages hitting the floor and making a sticky mess should be avoided at any cost.

“You’re here to see Jisung, hm?”

You’re startled to say the least. “No… Well, actually, I wanted to talk to both of you.”

Minho grins, stepping back and gesturing towards their apartment, telling you to enter. “Then come in, princess. Make yourself comfortable.”

You follow suit, getting inside, all shyly handing him the beverages. He thanks you and places them on the couch table. His roommate is already sitting on the sofa but stands up when he notices you. And Jisung’s mischievous smirk is even more present.

Why the hell do they act like this?

“Look who’s decided to show up, Ji,” Minho says and you know that he’s smiling brightly. Have they expected you to come to their place?

Jisung chuckles, “Oh, our girl is here to see us, hm?”

Their girl? You don’t quite get what he means with that. What is going on?

“Were you guys… waiting for me?” you dare to ask now.

The younger one is wearing that tank top again, his muscles on full display and you barely notice your gaze wandering towards them, as if some supernatural force is dragging your eyes to them.

“You could say that, yeah,” Jisung giggles.

“You wanna explain why you’re here?” Minho asks and when you turn around he’s suddenly dressed in some sweatpants and a shirt similar to his roommate’s. How the hell did he manage to change so quickly? Or were you perhaps zoned out because of Jisung’s arms? You wouldn’t be surprised, to be honest.

But what are you supposed to tell them? Hey, I’ve got a crush on the both of you and impulsively decided to drive all the way to your place just to tell you that I don’t know who I want either.

Not your greatest idea.

On top of that, at this point you believe it’s just best to leave things as they are—you probably shouldn’t decide for any of them (if they even like you back) and destroy a lifelong friendship with this, right?

“Oh, I wish I knew… well I do know why and how I ended up here but… I’m sorry. For all the mess,” you admit.

Jisung looks at you confused, one of his eyebrows raised up, “What mess?”

Maybe you should do it in the same way you rip off a bandaid. Quickly with the least pain possible.

“I… I think I have a crush on both of you and I’m sorry about it,” you admit. It’s out. You said it. But you don’t feel any better.

“You’re sorry? Why would anybody be sorry about having a crush on me, Lee Minho?” Minho says with a scoff, crossing his arms in front of his chest which brings your focus right back to them. Shit, what you’d do to have them wrapped around your throat, being in a chokehold, while Jisung is in front of you, kissing you. Being sandwiched between these two is one of your darkest fantasies after all.

Get it together, Y/N. You’re talking to your friends.

“Because I like both of you. And I’m putting you in a shitty situation.”

Jisung gets a bit closer. “Why is that?”

“Because, well, sooner or later I have to choose, so it’s probably best if I just leave you two to stay best friends and not opt for any of you,” you explain.

The younger one is standing in front of you now, big puppy eyes looking at you. He reaches for a strand of your hair, just to tuck it behind your ear. Your heart does a flip, a turn, a whole pirouette. Fuck. What the hell is going on?

“Why would you do this if you can have us both?”

Minho’s voice is close. Dangerously close. Then you feel his breath linger on your neck, realising he’s standing right behind you.

“Are… a-are you guys serious?”

Minho snickers, “I’m usually not the type to, but I would share you with my best friend.”

Earth stops. Your eyes are widening and for a second you believe your heart gives out.

“Hm,” Jisung starts, “same for me. You’re too precious to the both of us. We like you too, Y/N. More than just a friend.”

“He’s right, princess,” you hear from behind you. Suddenly, Minho’s hands are on your waist. “We will find a way to make this work, yeah?”

“Okay,” you breathe out as if you’re functioning on autopilot. “Yeah, we can. But… can we start where we left off… I-I mean, where I left off with the two of you?”

Jisung grins, “Of course, darling. Just tell us who you’d like to kiss first.”

“Why don’t we make a game out of this, hm?” Minho suddenly suggests. “How do you feel about being blindfolded, baby? And you’re gonna tell us, who is kissing you?”

You nod, before you consent with words and five minutes later you find yourself in Minho’s bedroom with him and his roommate. You’re sprawled out on the mattress, your vision blinded, caused by the black fabric that’s covering your eyes right now. The atmosphere is tense, your heart is beating out of your chest—nothing new by now.

“Is it okay if we touch you?” you hear the older one speak.

“Yes, please,” you say, sounding even more desperate than what you’ve anticipated.

You feel hands carefully grazing over your thighs, your skirt riding up in the process but not too much to reveal anything hiding underneath. The person comes closer, until you sense their hot breath against your nose. Two fingers tilt your head upwards and then you suddenly feel lips pressed against your own. You immediately give in, enjoying the kiss you’re granted. 

The man smiles against you, before a chuckle slips out of him, divulging his identity.

“Jisung?” you ask with the same smirk on your face.

“You’ve got me there. Wanna go further? And guess again?”

You know exactly what he means. And the idea arouses you, to say the least, so you tell them to keep going. You sense another pair of lips on your own, soon realising it’s Minho since he’s a bit more gentle. You can’t lie, you enjoy how eager Jisung was but it also made it easier to find out who was behind that first kiss.

Meanwhile, it must be the younger one whose hands are currently wandering under your skirt, lifting it upwards and you let him, even parting your legs for him. He makes quick work when his fingers come closer to your very much drenched panties, grazing over the ruined fabric. Minho is still kissing you, getting a bit more passionate, while his hands are on your sides, wandering upwards to squeeze one of your tits lightly.

Jisung’s fingers wander underneath your laces, before he slides them aside and adjusts his position. You keep kissing his roommate, still very much blindfolded but this electrifies you even more. Two digits dip into your wet hole, spreading you open, preparing you for what’s yet to come.

And then Minho’s tongue slips inside your mouth, while Jisung’s brushes over your aching cunt. 

You can’t believe it either, what’s happening here. But you allow the sensation to take over you.

Immediately clenching around Jisung’s fingers, a loud moan passes your lips, getting caught by Minho who’s still kissing you as if he’s gasping for air and you’re his oxygen.

“Ji– Fuck–“ you whimper, when he finds that very certain spot inside you.

Minho stops kissing you. His fingers wrap around your throat. “You’re moaning his name, while I’m kissing you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Min, but he’s making me feel so good,” you decide to tease your friend. You feel Jisung chuckle against your heat and in an instant, the mattress shifts and suddenly both men are between your thighs. It’s impossible to differentiate now. You believe it’s still Jisung’s fingers inside of you and perhaps Minho’s tongue making out with your clit, but it could also be the other way around.

You enter a state of trance, arching your back as you allow the sensation to captivate your entire body and soul. It’s like you’re tasting heaven, reaching a new level of spirituality.

And then, as if they’ve planned it—they pull away from you. Just leaving you there. You obviously let out a whine, already on the verge of complaining, before one of them scoots closer again, placing the softest kiss on your forehead, letting you melt into a puddle.

The man scoots away again and then you hear one of them speak, “Ji, condoms are inside the top drawer.”

“Wait–“ you interrupt them.

“You wanna stop, angel?” the younger one asks, getting back on the bed

“N-No, it’s just… I’m on the pill… we can also not use condoms, if you are alright with that,” you tell them because you mean it. You trust your two friends so much.

“Absolutely,” you hear them say at once.

“The blindfold stays on?” Minho asks.

“Yeah…” You’re a bit ashamed that this is arousing you so much.

“Good. What’s your colour?” he adds.

“Green, one hundred per cent green.”

You hear them chuckle, before one of them—you still don’t know who—positions himself between your legs. You suppose they must have taken their clothes off by now. Two hands are caressing your thighs, before you feel your drenched panties getting guided down your body, leaving you naked underneath the skirt.

“Are you ready, baby?” the younger one speaks and you wonder if that’s a sign to tell you that he’s gonna be the one to start.

“Please… just one of you, fuck me already.”

They laugh again and you suddenly feel the tip of someone’s cock circle around your entrance, teasing you further. Perhaps it’s truly Jisung. He enters you, centimetre after centimetre, stretching you out wonderfully. He’s definitely above average, you can tell once he starts thrusting into you.

“And, who is it, hm?” Minho asks.

“How about we turn this into a game, Min?”

You try to pay attention to their breathing, trying to figure out which one of them is filling you so well.

“Sure, tell me what you mean,” the older one says, while all movements suddenly come to a halt.

“Only if Y/N manages to guess correctly, she deserves to cum.”

Oh, God. You sure hope you’ll win this game. You are sure you won’t be able to handle another one of their edging games.

“Tell us your colour, princess.”

“Green. Green, Green, Green.”

They chuckle, before you sense your body moving again, getting railed into oblivion as you try your best to find out who is making you feel that good.

You’ve always expected Minho to be on the bigger side but then again you’d also think of him to be someone to allow Jisung to go first. Fuck. How are you supposed to solve this riddle?

Feeling yourself getting closer to your own high doesn’t make this any easier, especially when the other man gets closer and starts playing with your clit.

Take a guess, Y/N. It’s a fifty-fifty chance.

“Minho?”

None of them answers in order to not reveal who’s who.

“It’s you, Min, isn’t it?”

You hear the man who’s inside of you chuckle, “Whenever you’re ready, cum for me, princess.”

And oh, you do. All over his cock, while your legs are shaking like crazy, as you come undone. They both help you through your climax, praising words entering your ears while this indescribable sensation takes over you.

Minho feels himself twitching inside of you and after you encourage him, he spills his seeds into your warm wet hole, marking you as his. He slips out and you suddenly feel two hands tugging at the blindfold. The fabric gets pulled off.

“You’re so good for us, angel,” Jisung says, smiling at you. “Another round?”

You smile back, as you reply, “I’d love to.”

The younger one positions himself between your legs, while you notice Minho getting closer. He’s lying next to you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” he encourages you, as his friend slowly enters you, pushing Minho’s seeds back inside.

You let out a gasp, accompanied by a moan, as you beg him to start moving. He follows suit, doing as he’s told, when he stretches you out so deliciously. Jisung is a bit faster from the beginning but you don’t mind. Of course, he’s even carrying that mischievous look on his face again.

His roommate begins kissing your neck, while his hand wanders between your legs, two fingers finding your clit. You’re sensitive to his touch, allowing pleasure to take over you, while his friend keeps pounding into you.

“I’ve always known that you’d be a whore for our cocks,” Jisung grunts, his hands reaching under your thighs, before he’s hovering them over his shoulders to rut even deeper into you.

Minho grins, while he keeps touching and kissing you, “Greedy little thing, couldn’t even decide, hm? One cock isn’t enough for you, huh?”

Tears are pricking on your lower lash lines because they’re making you feel that good.

“She always needs more, Min. Can’t ever get enough,” Jisung teases you.

“Ji– fuck, Min–“ is all that makes it past your lips, brain completely shut off by now.

“That’s it baby, scream our names like that. Let everyone know who’s making you feel that good,” Minho whispers, as his kisses turn softer again. The duality of this man is unbelievable.

“It’s you, Minho a-and Jisung, it’s you,” you manage to let out, before your second orgasm takes over you. It’s even more intense than the first one but both men help you through it once more.

Jisung asks as well, where you want him to cum and he receives the same answer as his roommate, before he fills you up to the brim with his juices, letting them mix together with your own ones and Minho’s.

He glides out of you, watching the liquids run down on the bedsheets and everything that happens after this is a blur. They take care of you, run a warm bath and clean you. All while being so gentle your heart threatens to combust for real this time.

Thirty minutes later, you’re put into pyjamas and tucked under the blankets, both men lying next to you.

They kiss you goodnight, before you doze off to sleep.

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[theruseandthecaper]

oh lord its the way i’m ALSO super latched onto fire emblem right now! may i put in a request for dimitri comforting the reader during/after a nightmare maybe? i just NEEEEED some form of dimitri fluffy comfort in my time of depression. thank you 🥺🥺

YES!!!! dimitri stans rise up. i love this man sm. it’s pre timeskip dimitri bc im replaying three houses right now and he’s the freshest in my mind. sorry if it’s a little short/it’s not entirely accurate to his character, im very rusty in my fic writing but i did my best :) i hope u enjoy, tysm for the request!!

The first time you’d had a nightmare, Dimitri wasn’t asleep. He found sleep never came easy for him, as he himself was regularly plagued with nightmares and the ever present need for revenge. It kept him awake, kept his heart hammering, pumping blood through his body and thoughts through his brain. He’d lain awake, reading at candlelight at his desk for the past few hours, his bed neatly made.

The knock at the door broke his quiet thoughts into pieces like a fist to glass. Picking his head up away from his book, he wrinkled his eyebrows. Who could that be, at this ridiculous hour?

His initial shock melted into worry. Was something the matter? Something serious? Memories of Duscur pricked at his mind, causing the hair on his arms to raise. He stood from his desk, pushing the chair in behind him and taking his candle, and warily made his way to the door.

Outside in the cold, misty dark of night, you stood alone. Shivering and clutching a coat around you, your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. Something swam in your (e/c) eyes- something Dimitri could read all too well. It was fear. You were shaken up about something, and naturally, Dimitri began to grow even more worried. You two had been dating for a few months at this point. It all began when Dimitri asked you out after Sylvain had pushed him into it, but he’d always been drawn to you. Your strength, your positivity, your warm friendliness, your genuine kindness you showed to everybody. You were everything he couldn’t be, and it made him fall, and fall hard.

“I-Is something the matter? Is everything okay? You look cold, come inside.” Furrowing his brow, he ushered you in, closing the door behind you. You sat down on his bed, silent, your eyes fixed on your knees. The second you heard the door close, your tears began. Violent sobs racked your shoulders as you curled inwards on yourself, as if trying to hide from the world and hide from him. Concern ran cold through his blood, urging him to sit beside you and wrap an arm around you, pulling you close against his shoulder. He was warm, so warm, and it made you subconsciously shift closer to him.

A thousand thoughts filled his head. He had no idea how to comfort someone. What should he do? Ask what’s wrong? Say nothing and just hold you until you calmed down? Call for help? Find and give a… stern talking to whoever made you upset?

Finally he got himself to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, his warmth comforting as you cried. To him, it felt like hours passed, you curled up against him crying while he stood there stiffly not sure how to react. In reality, it was only 10 minutes when you looked up at him with red tinged eyes, your cheeks damp with tears.

“S-Sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You whispered. Dimitri’s blue eyes widened a little, his grip on you tightening.

“Please, don’t apologize! It’s alright. Are you alright? Did something happen?” He pulled his hand off your shoulder, shifting it to hesitate right above your waist. Poor guy had no idea how to comfort.

“I had a nightmare.” You looked down at your lap, the light leaving your eyes as the memory of the dream began to return to you. It causes more tears to pool in your eyes, which he noticed.

Damn it all, he thought as he wrapped both arms protectively around you. You wanted to feel safe. He may not have known how to correctly comfort his partner, but you liked tight hugs, yes?

Empathy crashed through him like waves on a rocky beach. Nightmares were something he struggled with every single night of his life. Horror movies of his father’s murder, the flames of Duscur, the screams of the innocent people around him played behind his eyelids every night. It kept him awake, kept him from being able to sleep. Kept him in the training grounds or the library, mind focused on revenge. It consumed him, and now it was consuming you, and he couldn’t take that. Your suffering was the worst thing he could possibly imagine.

He didn’t press aboht what the nightmare was about. All he did was gently lay back, you still comfortable in his arms. You nuzzled closely against his chest, and he rested his face against your head.

“You’re safe here.” His voice was a gentle whisper, only for you to hear. And you knew that. Safe here, in the iron arms of your boyfriend. He was insanely strong and driven, but even if he wasn’t, you knew he’d stop at nothing to keep you safe. He’d lost everything. You were the only one he truly had left.

Gentle hands rubbing circles into your back helped lull you back to sleep, your breathing steadying as Dimitri held you. However, sleep evaded him. He needed to be there for you, be awake in case the nightmare came back and you awoke in tears again. He needed to be awake and alert in case something happened. You were so tired, so vulnerable asleep against him. He needed to make sure no harm came to you. You placed your trust in him. He wouldn’t let anybody harm you as long as he was there.

Keeping alert, he found himself studying your sleeping features. Your (skin color) skin, so soft under his fingertips as he brushed his hands over your cheeks. Your (hair color) hair, pooling on top of the pillow underneath you, tickling his face as he kissed the top of your head. He’d keep you safe. He’d keep you protected.

As long as you were by his side, no harm would ever come to you.

He’d never let it.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 9

welcome the the ninth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics. 

1. drive me to distraction by @freshia

“Don’t worry, I got all the necessities.” he says, reassuringly, as if that’s what Keith is worried about. And then: “And if you ever want to see your Fall Out Boy t-shirt again, you’ll get in the vehicle! This is a robbery.”

Where Keith is sort of kidnapped for a road-trip with Lance, and is sort of okay with it.

road trip? college au?? best friends to lovers?? pining?? endless tenderness but never saying it put loud?? sign me tf UP. the last lines will fucking kill me every time like i literally have to close my eyes and force myself to breathe deeply. theres something so endless about refusing to speak your feelings out loud but they know what you mean anyway. god.

2. The Courage of Stars by @derryhawkins

The Lions of Voltron can turn into actual lions. Who knew, right? When Allura tells them of this news, Lance is ecstatic. The only problem? Lance figures out that he somehow has one of the strongest bonds with Blue. To keep the others from feeling bad about their own progress, he keeps this information to himself.

It doesn’t take long for certain others to think he’s not taking everything seriously.

this one is more langst than team-as-family, but i still love it deeply. i like it bc it has some nuance for allura, some explanation as to why she struggles to badly to connect with the paladins in the beginning. im not sure the series was ever finished, but this work in particular was, and i loved it! the lance & blue megabond is a treat to read every time.

3. Solar Flare by @heavenlyfires

Accompanied by the scattered applause throughout the ballroom, Keith lifts a slim brown hand in his own and presses a lingering kiss to the palm.

"It’s good to see you, Lance,” he says.

His voice is raw; his face feels naked. Keith’s known for his poker face, but here, in front of Lance, he has no self control. His emotions are spilling over onto his face like tears, too strong to be constrained.

He looks into Lance’s eyes and that suddenly doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers, a gentle and devastating smile on his face. He reaches a hand up — soft, Keith notes — and tucks some hair behind Keith’s ear. His fingers trace a gentle path across Keith’s jaw; his eyes flick across his face but inevitably come back to meet Keith’s own, the blue in them impossibly seeming warm toned with the full fond force of Lance’s gaze.

“It’s good to see you, too,” Lance says.

Has Keith mentioned yet that he loves him?

"Solar flares occur when a buildup of magnetic energy... is suddenly released.” - Space.com

After almost two years of unbearable distance, Keith and Lance find themselves at a ball, together.

fuckin pining klance and binary star imagery, man. gets me every time. i love me some post canon green sock reality where everything is good and right and keith and lance are somehow still pining like dumbasses, but are whipped to the point of ridiculousness. absolutely love that for them. and the idea of klance as a binary star system will fuckin make me tear up every time fr bc they ARE they are a GOOD TEAM

4. Nine Blocks and To-Go Cups by @jackwillwrite

"Can I have...six things of expresso?" Lance asks.

"Shots?" Keith offers, although he dearly hopes that's not what Lance is asking.

(In which Keith isn't sure how he ended up as a barista working shifts in the god-awful hours of the morning, and Lance is a regular who somehow manages to make it bearable.)

im trying so desperately to hype this fic up and also not spoil it but let me tell u when u get the lil twist ending and the title finally makes sense u will be GAGGED. i know i was. i could not believe what i was reading i wanted to YELL. it was insane and my heart still gets all pumped when i think about it bc i was truly like NO FUCKIN WAY

5. a fissure in my vision by @ink-beneath-her-fingernails

"It appears... Well, the Ranithians were under the impression that we were all adults by Terran standards. When they realized that you four technically aren't, or at least not entirely, they decided to... test you."

"Test us."

Lance's voice is flinty; icier than any of them have ever heard him, and he wears a face to match.

It's not a question.

(Or: Sometimes, the Paladins can't account for everything that might happen. Sometimes, even allies with good intentions can lead to awful things. Sometimes, your own mind is your worst enemy.

And sometimes, being a Paladin really, really sucks.)

words cannot express how much this fic has haunted me. literally the worst possible reality without actually being the worst. yall think you’ve read a crossover before?? think again!! hunk and lance’s arcs especially knocked me fucking flat. like i was just aching for them so so badly. sometimes when i wonder what could be worse (in terms of how much it would suck for the paladins, not how it was written; this was written beautifully) than canon i remember the paladins could have suffered through this

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[wildemaven]

New Year, New You

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 1813

Warnings: M 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol; Poor attempt at smut; I changed reader to be read as F (the previous two installments are read as non-descriptive); If I missed anything let me know

A/N: I saw the prompt for this week’s @writer-wednesday and it sparked a little idea. Since New Year’s Eve falls on Saturday this year, this is set in the Weekends with Frankie universe, but can also be read as a stand alone fic. Also, this is my first attempt at writing any sort of smut. Im hoping it is ok for what it is, trying to slowly dip my toes into writing it— you all make it seem so easy! This isn’t beta’s, so all mistakes are my own doing. And I try really hard to not use specific descriptive words for Reader (unless other wise noted; this being a F!Reader), so it’s open to interpretation for anyone reading, but if I missed stepped and did, please let me know so I can fix it. xo

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Your skin tingles, breath slowly returns to a normal rhythm.

Your brain not sure if it’s the effects of the bottle of champagne you indulged in or a post lust haze sweeping through your body.

The bed dips next to you, sheets rustling as a warm body slides up next to your worn out form.

“Looks like we started the New Year off with a bang!” Frankie jokes as he places a soft kiss to your shoulder— always looking for an opportunity break the silence with a ridiculous pun.

“You are the worst!” You say as you turn to face him. He’s pleased with himself, that grin he wears proudly when he’s pulled a genuine laugh from you. Your lips find his instinctively, soft drawn out kisses exchanged as the minutes of the new year tick by. “Happy New Year Babe.” You whisper against his plush lips.

“Happy New Year indeed!” He mumbles as he starts sprinkling kisses down your neck, shifting his body over you now— lifting his head just enough to catch your sleepy gaze. “What’s your wish for the new year Love??” He asks as he makes contact with your still dewy skin, planting peck after peck in a haphazard trail down your body. Each one sending an electric current through your veins, overriding your sleep like state.

The evening began celebrating the ending of a long drawn out year.

Santi hosting a New Year’s gathering of friends at his place— an abundance of food and drinks at your disposal, all of you dressed to the nines.

The music is blaring over the conversation you’re trying to hold with Will’s wife, catching up the recent happenings in their busy lives.

You’re trying your best to to stay present to stay completely present as she shares about her and Will’s recent vacation. But from across the room, your attention is pulled to your husband, dressed in your favorite suit of his that he only wears when the occasion calls for it. He seems to be in a deep discussion with Santi. You can’t help but stare at his serious demeanor— furrowed brow, pursed lips paired with the cute little jaw tick his does when he’s really thinking. He must sense you staring, as his gaze turns towards you and you’re suddenly on the receiving end of his dimpled smile.

You can’t help the warm feeling emanating through you. Your husband still makes you giddy after all these years together. Your eyes still locked as you sip from your champagne flute, he winks and it’s all over— knees beyond weak and ready to give at any moment in the already too high heels you’re wearing.

He checks his watch, you assume to make sure you’ve both spent an adequate amount of time socializing. He glances back up at you, and you already know he’s suggesting it’s time to go with out saying a single word.

You both excuse yourselves from your conversations, drinks abandoned on nearest open surface. You weave through the other party goers to make your way to the front door with one thing and one thing only on your mind— Frankie.

Your adrenaline pumps through you wickedly, arousal tiptoeing its way to the surface sparking want from deep with in.

How every party seems to end this very way isn’t lost on you. You both can’t seem to get enough of each other and you don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

Frankie all but crashes into once your reached the door. Desire written blatantly all over his face. His hands instinctually grabbing your waist, sequin dress bunching as he pulls you into his lust filled orbit. A man on a quest— his wife in bed, a familiar mission he’s endured many times before.

“Do you think we were spotted?” His asks resting his warm forehead on yours. His eyes dark with a similar need to your own.

“I don’t think so.” Your heart racing as your try to steady yourself against him. “But I grabbed us a few parting gifts,” You say as you lift two chilled bottles of champagne in each hand. “so we better vacate the premise now before he notices they’re gone.”

“You little minx. I didn’t realize my wife had a bad side to her.” His grip on your hips tightening.

“Well, if you play your cards right…” Grabbing onto his jacket so he knows just how serious you are. “I’ll show you more of it before the night ends.” You say as your lips ghost his.

“Fuck! I love you!” He nearly growls into your mouth with a searing kiss delivering a hunger for more. He backs you into the door caging your body with his, his tight pants not doing much to hide his eagerness as he presses into you.

You can’t help the slight whimper that escapes and the slight roll of your equally eager hips. If you both don’t leave now, this will likely end with you both on the receiving end of a Santi Tantrum (it never ends well). “I love you too Francisco. Take me home soldier!”

Breathy soft sighs are all you can manage to produce right now. How does he expect you to hold a coherent discussion when he’s working you up like this. His mouth set out to rediscover every dip and curve, never the same path twice. For every sweet kiss, there’s a gentle nip as he makes way down your torso, his destination already craving his presence.

“This! I wish for more of this!” Stumbles out just as Frankie places a soft kiss to your already sensitive clit. “Fuck!” Your hands clenching the sheets, back arching off the bed, you’re already flying towards your impending orgasm— the third one of the night.

“I think we can make that happen.” He says before continuing his pursuit for your pleasure. Grabbing the tops of your thighs to shift you down closer to him, adding just enough pressure to make your toes curl.

*Ring* *Ring*

Frankie’s phone rings just as your waves just begin to crash. Your eyes flying open in annoyance and the warmth pooling in your belly quickly dissipates as the ringing continues— you already know who it is.

“Santi!” You huff in frustration.

“Babe, can you not say his name while my head is between your legs?!” He states looking up at you in confusion.

“He’s calling! The mother fucker is calling right as I was about to cum!”

*Ring*

Reaching over you grab the phone as it begins to ring for a second time. Santi tantrum has been activated and he will continue to call until someone answers.

You toss the phone down to Frankie who’s still camped out between your legs. He looks up at you apologetically as he answers, he knows he’s going to have to make it up to you.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck Fish?? I’ve been looking for you for the last hour and then I hear from Joelle that she saw the two of you sneaking out!! WITH TWO BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE?!”

Even in your state of annoyance, you can’t help but chuckle at his irritation.

“Uhh, well I got hungry so we decided to head home.” Frankie says as straight faced as he can. He’s the worst liar, stammering over his words trying to make his story credible.

You can’t help but smile down at him. His curls tousled but gorgeous and his handsome face covered in a mixture of sweat and you’re arousal. As annoyed as you are, you’re grateful he has friends like Santi who worry about him.

“You got hungry?! I had this fucking thing catered and you were hungry!?”

“What I was hungry for wasn’t on the menu…” You almost lose it at that remark.

“I should have known better than to expect you two to actually stay the entire time. So really I’m not that surprised you both bailed. But you couldn’t even wait until midnight to celebrate with us could you?”

As much as you’d love to listen to Santi carry on with his childlike whining, because you do find it quite hilarious, you have other plans and it doesn’t involve this drawn out interrogation.

You decide to take matters into your own hands. Never one to rock the boat, but there’s a fire in you that’s been stoked and a mighty need for your husband. You sit up and snatch the phone from Frankie. If he can’t put an end to this call, you’re more than happy to.

“Hey Santi!”

“Well if it isn’t the thief of the night!” He grumbles into the phone. Frankie has moved up to rest his forehead on your stomach. He can’t help but snicker as Santi goes on, he’s body nearly shaking from laughter.

“Santi, it was a beautiful party and we had so much fun,” You figured you’d try the sweet approach, kill him with kindness as they say.

“I’m failing to see why you left if you had so much fun.” He cuts you off and now you’re ready for this to be done.

“Oh for Christ sake Santi! I was just about ready to have another mind blowing orgasm courtesy of my sexy husband before you decided you needed to call us at 1 am!” Frankie looks up at you in disbelief. He’s not sure he’s ever heard you be so forward before— he’s into it.

“So, what’s going to happen next is I’m going to hang up on you, Frankie is going to reconvene back where he was so perfectly situated and continue that thing he does with his tongue that makes me…”

“Ok! I got it! Goodbye!” *click*

Satisfied with yourself you toss the phone back onto the nightstand and fall back on to the pillows. You’re not sure where this boldness came from, but you kind of like how it feels.

Frankie snakes his way back up to you, propping himself up on his forearms placed on each side of your adrenaline thrilled form. The grin on his face making you melt slowly in to the bed.

“Where did that come from?” He asked looking down at you with pure excitement.

“I don’t know.” You say as you bite your bottom lip, teetering on the verge of embarrassment. But the way Frankie is looking at you says there’s no reason for anything but to be satisfied with your new found gutsiness.

“This must be the side you said I’d get to see more of tonight.” He said before leaning down to press his plush lips to yours. Neurons already firing at top speed as you smile into the kiss. “I like it! You should bring her around more.” You can’t help but smile into his kiss, Frankie always “Here’s to a New Year and a new you!”

“Happy New Year to me!” You exclaim as Frankie begins his decent to finish what you so desperately wished for.

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Hey there! Can I request headcannons of some boys (Dick, Lip, Eugene Roe and Luz) with reader (a soldier, not a medic) who's treating their wounds? I see it as something intimate and heart-pumping...

Btw thank you for all you writings (they're fantastic) and keeping the fandom alive 🙏

Ooohhhhh this is juicy!! Also tysm for your lovely comments I'm honestly just out here doing what I love doing and it always shocks me when people actually like it🥺❤

Dick Winters

The shrapnel in his shin is extremely painful.

Fortunately but also unfortunately the feeling of your gentle fingers tending to his wound was an excellent distraction.

They were so soft despite the callouses that were there from your time in training.

Everytime the pad of your fingertip brushed against the skin of his leg he felt a jolt and had to fight not to twitch.

He was so busy focusing on trying not to twitch that he didn't even realise you were done.

"Earth to Lieutenant Winters?" You chuckled, waving your hand in front of his face.

He blushed crimson right to the tip of his ears at the idea that you'd caught him daydreaming. He stuttered and stumbled over his words because you were staring back at him with those eyes and he felt like a fool.

You of course thought it was adorable.

Cawood Lipton

Lip is very quiet while you're patching him up...too quiet.

He's trying his best to breathe evenly and not say something stupid because your face is inches from his and it's intoxicating.

And your fingers are so gentle, caressing his cheek as you clean his wound and put a bandage on it.

He can feel your breath tickle his cheek every time you exhale and its driving him insane but he can't. move.

Once you're finished your brush your thumb against his cheek fondly and smile and his heart absolutely explodes in his chest, he just hopes you can't hear it.

Eugene Roe

Roe is determined that he can look after his wound himself. "It's just a little scrape" he says.

Partially because he really thinks it's no big deal and partially because he knows if he let's you at it he'll do something stupid.

But eventually you win the battle, and you make him sit down so you can check out his arm.

You hold his hand gently as you reach around him to grab the alcohol wipes and the bandage, and his skin feels like its on fire in a way that has nothing to do with the wound.

You're so delicate and careful, and he marvels as he watches you go through the motions.

Once you're finished you squeeze his hand affectionately and his stomach flutters in the most ridiculous way.

George Luz

He goes out of his way to get you to look after him.

Every minor scrape or cigarette burn: he's coming to you.

He loves how you roll your eyes when you see him coming and how careful you always are no matter how trivial the scrape may be.

Its his excuse to be close to you and he makes no secret of it, so of course you love to wind him up.

A featherlight touch here, a lingering glance there, anything you can to drive him just a little bit mad.

Plus you love to see him squirm as he tries to hide his reactions, it's quite hilarious really the effort he goes to.

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