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ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ - ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: chris and you have twins together, lola and maggie, bedtime is always a struggle with them.

contains: fluff, kissing, swearing.

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11:37pm

chris and i have been dating since highschool, 4 years ago i gave birth to twins

"girls! bedtime please, i didn't realise the time." i call out, opening the door to their shared bedroom.

maggie and lola are bouncing on their double bed while squealing, i walk over to them, my hands resting on my waist. "are you meant to be doing this?"

they both pause to look over at me, innocence spread across their face.

"no.." maggie says quietly, i nod with a small smile

"are you ready for bed?" i ask as the girls flop down on the bed, "yes!" lola says throwing her arms up with a cute grin.

i pull up the covers over them, "stay in bed for the whole night okay? daddy will be in the kitchen until late, so bother him alright?" i say, pressing kisses to their foreheads.

walking out of their room, i flick off the lights behind me. i close their door softly and go out into the kitchen.

chris is sitting on a dining table chair, his phone in one hand and a pepsi can in the other.

"they asleep?" chris asks, putting his phone down "thankfully." i reply with a sigh, sitting down on chris's lap with a heavy sigh.

he plants a long kiss into my hair "i love you so much."

i flip myself around to straddle chris, moving my hair to one side i collide our lips together desperatly. "fuck.." chris breathes into the kiss.

bang.

a loud bang comes from the kids room, i instantly pull away from the kiss, my eyebrows scrunching i throw myself off of chris's lap.

i hear excitable laughing coming from outside their door. i swing open their door, the bedside table is tipped over, maggie and lola are giggling while throwing stuffed animals at each other.

"lola and maggie." i yell sternly, their heads instantly snap round to look at me, their face dropping.

"do you know what time is it? almost midnight." i glare at them

"i am going to put you to bed and if i hear another noise come from this room, dad is going to come in here and be very angry." im cut off by lola

"mommy but- but maggie keeps taking the blanket and my stuffie." she whines.

i shake my head and shut the door for the second time tonight.

"chris-" i say walking into the kitchen "shh i know." he says, grabbing my waist and picking me up. i groan into his shoulder as he walks us into the living room.

"lets watch a movie okay?" chris says calmly, the warm sleves of his crewnecks wrapped around me.

he plonks us down on the couch, i lay on his body comfortably.

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1:34am

"this is the best part shush!!" i giggle.

"mooom!" i hear lola laugh as she runs into the room, clutching the ear of her bunny toy in one hand.

i look over at chris, whose rubbing his eyes with his ringed hands.

"maggie wet the bed." she points to her bedroom with a snort, covering her smile with her stuffed animal.

chris sits up, moving me off him and walking over to lola. he scoops her up with one arm, looking into her eyes he starts "did you hear what mom said?" he asks, maintaining eye contact with lola.

"well mommy's stupid!" lola says sassily, my jaw goes slack.

"lola no." chris says, more stern than ive ever heard him. he carries lola out of the room.

i lay back on the couch, closing my eyes and instantly drifting to sleep.

9:39am (the next day)

the harsh sunlight hits my body from the window to my left. i sit up, dazed and somehow in pyjamas, even though i fell asleep in jeans and a tanktop.

"what the fuck.." i groan, my eyes adjusting to the blinding light.

chris walkss into the living room "hey!! you're awake." he says happily.

"oh yeah hope you dont mind, i changed you last night after i changed the girls sheets, you were knoocked outt though." he says with a laugh.

"oh shit wait-" he says, doing a full 180° out of the living room.

he comes back in about a minute, hes holding lola and maggie, one in each hand. theyve both got small cards in their hands and a guilty expression on their face.

"chris what is this?" i ask, standing up off the couch.

"mommy i'm very sorry for being awake late last night." lola says, chris sets her down on two feet and she trots up to me, handing me the card.

the cards are in chris's hand writing, but has a drawing made by lola on the front.

"she told me what to write." chris clarifies setting down maggie aswell.

maggie runs up to me, "and im sorry for wetting the bed but dad says it wasn't my fault and you were just tired and grumpy and it was okay -.."

shes cut off by chris's hand over her mouth "shh shush".

"christopher!" i laugh, slapping his arm with a scoff.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Worship

a/n I won’t say anything because what is there to say… Also, this is fiction idk why but I just feel the need to wave that flag here.

Summery: Just on stage shenanigans between you, the back singer, and the boys.

warning: no full on smut because there’s so much of that as it is but they are sex on legs so this does have sexual implications. I’m just a girl. And I feel like I should go confess my sins to someone.

All of them x reader

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Nothing truly beats the feeling of the stage lighting beaming on you. The radiant atmosphere and the beating of the crowd in front of the stage. It got addictive fast. And the rush of both adrenaline and freedom you never truly got over. Most of the time, it still felt like a dream. Like you weren’t there. There weren’t four other people. A whole band that people swooned over. 

You still remember the notification of the private message in your DMs. “We’ve seen your videos. The voice is to die for. Up to back us up?” You had stared at it for hours. Pressing the profile over and over again, convinced that one of the times it would take you to some scammy account, but it didn’t. So you took that leap of fate, and the roller coaster that unfolded still made your skin tingle at times. 

“How you don’t break an ankle in these is beyond me," II grumbled, gesturing to the high heels you were strapping around your legs. Before throwing the towel he had just used to dry his hair with, at you. You huffed back, “Of course you wouldn’t know; you sit and look pretty the whole show."  You shot him an overly exaggerated smile before flipping him off. “Put the claws away, baby," he said, lifting his hands up, “I would love to keep my eyes for some time longer." You lifted both of your hands, making sure to flex the black coffin-shaped nails, only earning a chuckle in return from II. 

“No form of violence is allowed backstage," III cut in, putting the mask over his face, “Unless it’s consensual, of course." The three of you snickered. There was never a dull moment with them. You weren’t sure exactly why you imagined them to be all cold and unapproachable, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. From the silly hats they happily took from the fans to messing around on stage barking. “We’re out in thirty,"  IV's voice cut through the snickering. “Vess?”, you questioned, standing up only to still feel tiny among them. It was unfair how even killer heels had you feeling minuter. “In his element, ready to go," the usual then. You turned to the mirror while doing the last checkups. Fiddling with the straps of your dress.

“Headset feels good?”, warm hands slipped up your beck, fidgeting with the wires as if he even knew what he was doing. “You just needed an excuse to put your hands on me, sir," you said, pushing back against IV’s chest. He already had his mask on, but from the way his blue eyes flickered, you knew he was smirking at you. “You can’t call the man guilty if you haven’t caught him red-handed, darling,"  he muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “And to my defense, the wire wasn’t plugged in,"  he snickers before pulling back. You shook your head as you watched him follow after the boys out. Reaching for your mask, you take a couple of deep breaths to steady your heartbeat. It was going to be a night to remember. You could just feel it. 

And your gut wasn’t wrong. The crowd was wild tonight, and that always set the bend into a different kind of frenzy. For most of the shows, you were usually up there on your pedestal. Looking like a vision cloaked in both light and darkness, there were some songs that Vessle liked having you down there with him. But you always felt almost guilty. You didn’t want the fans to feel like you were there to change the dynamic. Let alone take up a spot that wasn’t yours to take. 

So when you noticed Vessel striding towards you, you couldn’t help but silently shake your head. They had already all been all over each other all night. But you don’t get to run through all of your reasons as to why this was a bad idea before Vessel was in front of your pedestal. Hands reaching up for your ankles before he pointed for you to get down. You shook your head at him, continuing to sing your part. Not wanting the interaction to seem odd, you sank to your knees so you can touch his face, only realizing how wrong this move was once Vessel's hands grip the sides of your hips and you’re airborne before you can even blink. 

A small shriek slips past your lips as you hold onto his shoulders. But no matter what your reaction to this was, he was all smug about it. His white teeth bright against the black paint covering his body. “I don’t like it when you put on unnecessary fights," he mused before turning back to the crowd. So, you let the thrill of the beat take over. Playing into the role of the masked goddess. A siren. That was the beauty of the mask. Such little thing making the biggest difference. Giving one the chance to feel way more confident. 

And it’s II your legs take you to first. His eyes follow your movements all across the stage. With the drum set taking most of his platform he was sat on, playing games with this man was tricky. But it wasn’t impossible. So you slither behind him. Placing your hand on top of his head, you carefully make him look up at you. That same moment, the heel II was so found off finds its way between his parted legs. Without missing a beat, his face is pressed into your upper thigh, fingers dipping beneath the mesh overlay of your dress. And you know there will be hell to pay later on from the way he’s gripping your ankle. You push his face away from your body, throwing him a lighthearted kiss as you hurry down the platform stairs. The roar of the crowd filling all of your senses. 

III is left to your mercy next. And since his eyes were all over you, you knew that even if you were to walk right past him, he would follow you across the stage. So you stand there, motioning with your fingers for him to come to you. Right as your part of the solo vocals came. Ones that boys even called your siren song. You let the melody pour out of you. Watching III sink to his knees in front of you. Your brain blanks for a moment as he leans forward, and you just know why the crowd erupts in chaos. So your fingers find his head, pulling him even closer. Let him paint the picture of devouring you. Worshipping you. And you’re yet again so thankful for the mask covering your face because you know that your face would be as red as the paint on his skin. Especially after he stands back up. Fingers moved to brush over his lips as if he was cleaning them.

You can feel someone’s eyes burning holes in your body, and you’re not even one bit surprised to see IV with his eyes blazing. He was the one you flirted the most with backstage as well. Since day one, there was just that mutual fire you both shared. So the back and forth between you both was never-ending. But if there was one thing IV avoided, it was making any move towards you while everyone was on stage. And while boys took their sweet time being lunatics when it came to you. His play pretend ended with his bandmates. Yet you didn’t miss the glances he threw your way. Or how he would find himself close to your pedestal, close enough to touch but never leaning in. 

And while your head was telling you that maybe he just didn’t want to get involved, your heart was telling you to take yet another leap of faith. So you two stood in front of each other for a heartbeat. And right as Descending’s you came crawling back to me, filled the stage. Your finger hooked beneath the bottom of his mask as you pulled him closer. No matter the blast of sounds around you, you could still make out the growl that slipped past his lips. And since his eyes promised hell, you threw all caution to the wind as you leaned in, smashing your lips against his. You didn’t let it linger for too long; there was little fun in having two masks between you both, but it got the point across well enough. 

IV’s hand reached for you as you moved back away. A freaked-out giggle slipped past your lips as you darted towards your last victim for the night. Well, and shelter now, considering that you had to get away from IV. Vessel was someone you knew had to be worshipped in front of the fans. You weren’t living under a rock. His hands and fingers had separate fan blogs, not to mention his carved-out chest muscles. So you slipped behind him. Letting your fingers trail the sides of him. Finding the sweat-drenched skin. Dragging your nails over the paint, no doubt leave claw marks in its way. 

You rested your head against Vessel’s beck for a heartbeat, hoping to slip from behind him with ease. But you couldn’t have been more wrong because the moment you took the reassured stride away from him. A firm hand gripped your hair as he carefully, yet rather possessively, dragged you back to him. Pulling your head back so he could look down at you, shaking his head. But the smile gave his controlling demeanor away. “Whatever will we do with you, little Vixen?" You bit your lip, shrugging slightly. Playfully pushing at his chest, you slipped out of his grip. Swaying your hips as you slowly climbed back to the steps of your pedestal. Not letting your brain think of the hell you just set ablaze.

[disneyprincemuke]

just a responsible pet owner * fem!driver

she comes home after a night of drinking, suddenly concerned about what their pets are eating

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

notes: hi ive had this fic idea in my head FOR WEEKS and i think it's so funny so here we are

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“be careful!” logan scolds as she pushes the door open, stumbling into the door as she opens it.

she kicks her heels off as she waves logan off who’s trailing behind her, arms held out protectively in case she were to fall into one of their shelves.

“i’m fine,” she mutters, slowly walking and swaying further into their apartment. she has her hands held out on both walls of the entryway to steady herself, desperately ignoring the way the room spins and how she’s stepping on her foot every time she walks.

“i hardly believe that. you drank too much, rocky,” logan sighs, scratching his head.

this could have been easier if she’d just agreed to let him carry her back from his car to their apartment. she wouldn’t have had to struggle stumbling everywhere in her heels, knees giving in every couple of steps.

she shakes her head. “i’m fine– oh! my kids! hello, kids!”

she drops to her knees next to the black cat by his feeding bowl, meowing at her as he puts his two front paws on her thigh. “hi, kid. did you miss me?” she grabs both sides of the cat's face, hunching over and pressing kisses to the top of the cat’s head. “i missed you. what are you doing? are you eating?”

“i think he was eating,” logan mutters. he bends over and puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “we should really get you to bed — take off your makeup and drink lots of water. how does that sound?”

she turns around, eyebrows furrowed at him with a frown. “that sounds stupid.”

he lifts his eyebrows. “oh?”

“yeah,” she hums, wrapping her arms around kidnapper, who willingly gets into her lap. “i want to cuddle with my baby.” she rests her cheek on the top of the black cat’s head, then opens her eyes. “is your food even nice?”

shortly, the corgi starts trudging up to her happily, prompting the young girl to squeak and open her arms up to the pup. stubby reciprocates and cuddles into her lap, tail wagging in happiness at her affection.

“dude,” logan repeats himself in a slightly firmer tone. “you need to drink some water and get to bed. at this rate, you’ll fall asleep on the floor.”

“wait,” she mutters, dropping the animals in her hands. she tilts her entire body and rests her head on the wall. “am i even feeding you well? is your food as yummy as you make it out to be?”

logan lets out a soft cry, his arm darting out immediately to grab her wrist before she could grab a kibble from the cat bowl. “that’s cat food.”

“i know,” she says in a whisper, her other hand coming around to tear his grip off her. “i just want to taste their food and make sure they’re eating well.”

if you had told him 5 hours ago that this would be the outcome of their night out, he wouldn’t have believed you. she’d always prided herself in having control over her body when she was drunk, but it seems that she’s just in another dimension tonight. he assumes it’s the 4 cups of margaritas that she downed in 10 minutes before he dragged them out of the club.

“that’s not for you!”

“stop telling me what not to eat! you’re not noah!” she squeaks, turning around to shove him away. “it’s just cat and dog food — i won’t get sick!”

logan throws his head back. “i can’t risk that! noah will kill me if anything happens to you before the race this weekend!”

she lets out a soft scream when he grabs both of her arms, pulling her away from the pet bowls, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “let me be the pet food police! if they’re not nice, i have to change the brand we’re getting!”

“mate, if they didn’t think it was nice, they wouldn’t be eating it!” logan fights back, pulling her arms back from darting forward to get a taste of their food. “stop trying to try it!”

“fine!” she drops her arms to her side as logan finally lets go of her. she blinks blankly and pouts her bottom lip out. “can i have a glass of water please?”

he stares at her, slightly hesitant. “you’re not going to do anything stupid?”

she shakes her head and drops it slightly, her hair falling down the sides of her face. “i’m thirsty. please?”

“okay,” logan nods, slowly scrambling to get off the floor. “stay here, okay? don’t go anywhere; i’ll help you get to bed after you drink some water.”

but he should have known better than to leave her unattended at that state. he had left for 20 seconds maximum to hurriedly get her a cup of water. when he came back, she’s lying on her stomach, chin in her hand with her elbow propped up against the ground, chewing away on something.

“hey, what the fuck are you eating?” logan screams, putting the cup down on their dining table and rushing over to where she is on the ground. “mate, you’re worse than stubby when he was a puppy! what are you eating?”

she doesn’t have the same urgency. her feet are in the air and she turns to him with doe eyes. “it’s kinda bland.” she looks at kidnapper, lying down innocently next to her. “how do you eat that, mate? it’s got no taste at all.”

she doesn’t spare logan another glance, just turns away and turns to stubby’s bowl. “what about you, tubs? what does your food taste like?”

“stop eating their food! if you’re that hungry, i’ll make you a sandwich!” logan scolds, climbing on her back to pull her away from the pets’ corner. “that’s not your food. stop eating it!”

“i need to see if their food is good food!” she continues to defend herself, pushing her arm forward in hopes that logan would be the first to give up the fight. “please! i’m a concerned pet owner!” she turns her head. “you don’t care for my kids!”

logan rolls his eyes. “yes, i do! i walk stubby every morning we’re home!”

“if you cared for them more, you’d try their food so that we know what we’re feeding them!”

“that’s not the same thing!”

“yes, it is! leave me alone!”

“rocky! pet food is not human food!”

“i just wanna try it!”

“give it up! you’ve tried kidnapper’s food and that’s enough,” logan sighs, dropping himself on the floor next to her. his hands, however, are still gripping hers and tiredly pulling her away from the bowls. “please stop trying to eat their food. it’s not for you.”

“why not?” she whines, now dropping her head to rest on her arm. “i’m being a responsible pet owner, mate.”

“no, you’re just being stupid.”

“aw, take that back!”

“but you are!”

“you’re always so mean to me!” she squeaks, lifting her head to look at him. “i’m going to bed!”

logan chuckles, “if you can get up and make it to bed by yourself, i’ll let you eat stubby’s kibble.”

she sighs loudly and drops her head again, followed by an even louder whine. “fine. you got me.”

they let the silence overcome them for a moment, his hands still gripping hers tightly. he’s let his guard down too easily once tonight and there is absolutely no way that she will get the best of him again.

“can you take me to my bed now?” she starts softly. “and i’d like that glass of water now.”

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[jihyoruri]

wonyn moments ??

BEST WONYN MOMENTS wow!yn x jang wonyoung

— clip one ☆

“do you know your members well?” the interviewer asked wonyoung as she nodded her head happily, “I like to think I do.”

“okay..” the interviewer replies before looking back at their cards, “so, we’re gonna ask some questions and see how well you know them.” she says looking back up at womyoung who laughs nervously, “we have photos of your members and with your answers you’ll hold up the photo of the member.”

“okay, got it.” wonyoung says nodding her head,“I think I’ll do good.”

“okay let’s start.” the interviewer says before reading her cards, “which one of your members is the most popular among the female population of dives?” she asks raising a brow.

wonyoung let’s out a laugh, throwing her head back she mumbles a this is easy.

“uhh.” wonyoung says between her giggles, “I think the obvious answer is yn.” she says bringing up the photo of her member, “I’ve never seen this photo of her before, she looks pretty.”

the interviewer laughs at the comment before raising her hands towards wonyoung,“you are correct!”

wonyoung lets out a small cheer before bringing her attention back to the interviewer.

“how did you know the answer was yn?”

“yn is very pleasing to the eyes of our girl dives and the overall population of ladies.” wonyoung says still holding the photo of the playgirl.

“is she pleasing your eyes?” the interviewer asks slyly, “because you’re a lady as well of course.”

wonyounv laughs nervously before putting down the photo, “uh, what kind of question is that?”

“is she?” the interviewer presses.

“I think she’s pleasing to everyone’s eyes.” wonyoung replies, smoothly avoiding the question.

— clip two ☆

yn leaned against wonyoung as she proceeded to ask dives questions, “have you guys watched the first episode of 123 ive 3?”

wonyoung laughs at the comments that spam yes is in all caps, “did you guys a enjoy it?” she asks happily.

both girls laugh when the comments start talking about them being exs.

“that’s actually all true guys.” yn says, laughing when wonyoung side eyes her, “wony and I were dating but I broke up with her to focus on my career, but she still wants me though.”

wonyoung shakes her head but it’s no point once yn and dives team up on her it’s hard to stop them.

“what are you even talking about.” she laughs, shoving yn’s shoulder as her face heats up slightly.

— clip three ☆

“let’s go find yn and wonyoung.” rei says to the camera before.

she walks through the halls and into a room to finally find the two girls, she flips the camera to face them, showing yn sitting on a couch squinting up at wonyoung who stans between her legs with glasses in her hands.

“what are you guys doing?” rei asks walking towards them.

“I’m cleaning yn’s glasses.” wonyoung says to the camera before turning back to continue cleaning them, “she took a nap with them on and she never cleans them.”

rei then brings the camera extremely close to yn’s face who smirks lazily at wonyoungs jab.

“what would I so without you?” she flirts teasingly, smiling when wonyoung gently puts the glasses back on her face.

— clip four ☆

“I’m sitting with yn on the plane this time.” wonyoung whispers to the camera before turning it towards the girl who has the window seat.

“yeah guys, she wants to be with me all the time.” yn says jokingly towards the camera, “she’s obsessed with me.”

she laughs when wonyoung glares at her, “I’m joking, it’s the other way around.” yn says joking placing a kiss on wonyoung’s cheek who playfully pretends to wipe it off.

— clip five ☆

“I know you have it.” yn says as the walks towards wonyoung who laughs nervously, the girls were filming a game and wonyoung has something that yn needs so she can move on to the next round.

“I don’t.” wonyoung lies shaking her head rapidly.

“then why have you been avoiding me?” yn asks backing the girl into the corner, “why aren’t you looking at me?”

wonyoung continues to laugh nervously and sake her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she repeats over and over again, her face heating up at her situation of being backed into the corner by yn.

“then why are you nervous?” yn whispers in other girls ear.

“I’m not!” wonyoung cries out.

“come on wonyoung…” yn trails off, backing the girl more into the corner if that’s possible, “I know you have it, just give it to me.”

“I don’t!”

“look at me.” yn says, grabbing the girls jaw turning her face towards her, “give it.”

if anybody could describe wonyoung’s face to something it would be a fire truck, she timidly brings her hand to her pouch and takes out exactly what yn need.

“thank you very much, now pass it over.”

she pouts slightly as she puts it in yn’s hand who puts her arm around wonyoung’s shoulder, “don’t pout.” yn groans, “we can have some type of alliance or something.”

☆here’s part 3🤭

[amourjins]

POINT OF VIEW — extra. lego building + uchinaga aeri

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[1/21/24 - 4:01pm]

“what?” minjeong giggled, staring at aeri through facetime.

aeri was placed in her room, building legos on her desk. she had her phone leaned up on something to give minjeong, jimin, and ning a view of her lego building.

“has aeri always had this obsession with legos?” yizhuo asked, as aeri took out the packets of legos and the instructions out of the box. “yes.” aeri answered before grabbing the first packet and flipping through the instructions. “what are you building, anyway?” jimin questioned, “lotus flowers, i didnt know what to build so i just got this,” aeri showed the packaging to her phone camera.

“ooh.. lotus flowers? theyre pretty,” yizhuo smiled, aeri just nodding and opening the first packet, dumping it onto her desk. the pieces scattered, few dropping as she went down to pick them up. “ah, you guys, ive heard jake is trying to get with yn.” jimin stated, almost sounding disappointed. aeri stayed silent, all though, the look on her face changed distinctively. “im not surprised,” minjeong clicked her tongue. “jake.. any eye contact he makes with a girl, he thinks the girl wants him.”

aeri started to build the flowers, looking around her desk for the pieces that she needed. “you think yn will fall for jake?” jimin asked. “whaat? yn? no, ive known her for long enough to know that she wouldnt.” ning assured. aeri didnt say a word, focusing on her legos as she snapped the pieces together. the thought of ‘ln yn’ made her wanna jump off a cliff, and it was obvious.

she flipped to the next page of the instructions as the other three talked. they went on about unnecessary things, such as.. aliens, the new world, virtual stuff, etc. aeri only let out a few mumbles as responses, not looking up at her phone until that is,

yn gets mentioned again.

her head perks up at the name ‘yn’. the others continued to talk, but they clearly noticed aeri directing her attention to them when yn was mentioned. they shrug it off, and soon, aeri hops back into the conversation, but still, of course, building her legos.

a few minutes pass, and aeri finishes the first flower. “i’m done!” she announces happily before holding up a pink, lotus flower. yizhuos face lit up in awe, admiring it until aeri set it down gently on her desk, setting it aside. “theyre pretty.” jimin praises, “for real! are you building the white one next?” yizhuo asked, curious. aeri got the second packet out, and she nodded her head to confirm.

as time goes on, the other three still talking, the topics getting even dumber, “zorp vorp binted zinky zoogle forp meep?” minjeong blabbered. aeri raised her eyebrow, looking up from her legos. “youre going insane jeong..” jimin sighed, minjeong shaking her head. “anyway.. you done yet, aeri? its been around 20 to 30 minutes or so..” ning stated, as right in that moment, aeri put the last piece on to the last flower. “yup, just finished.” aeri says, holding up all three—there was two pink ones, and one white. (PINK + WHITE REF WBK) she slumped in her chair for about thirty seconds before getting up and stretching.

“dont forget, you guys! café tomorrow,” jimin reminded. “and dont worry, aeri, you wont be seeing yn,” minjeong added, giggling. aeri gave minjeong a look before ning spoke up, “okay but, where are we meeting? like we’ll all head to the cafe and meet there or..” ning trailed off, waiting for a response. “im fine with either, you guys make the decision and text me when you have.” aeri responded.

“oka!—”

ning got cut off when aeri left the facetime, as she sighed, grabbing the trash on her desk and heading to throw it away.

“you wont see yn,”

the words pounded in her head.

she hoped she didnt. yn fucking made her blood boil.

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a/n : WOOOOOO pov updayes .. but its not an actial chapter!’ wtv! STREAM ARMAGEDDON!!!!! (+ jake ily all of this is fiction!!!!)

[wiliowisp]

Heatwave ❦

Word Count ➻ 2.5k

Pairings ➻ Sebastian Sallow x fem!MC

Warnings ➻ NSFW 18+ ONLY

Tags ➻ third person POV, smut, face-sitting, giving head, penetration, sub!sebastian, aged up characters, married characters

A/N ➻ every day i fight for my place in heaven. this is the first smut ive ever written in my many adult years of life and also possibly the easiest thing ive written. funny that. hopefully u wonderful, sinful lot will enjoy <3

୧ send me prompts! i may write them! ୨

Summary:

A heatwave has descended upon Sebastian and MC's happily married life. The warmth unties the strings of restraint and allows, often hidden, layers to be peeled away...

The heat of the August sun bore through the windows of their home like thick honey, making everything stick. She sat at the table, hands melting into the wood, a cup of water sweating in front of her. England had not known heat like this in years; the Daily Prophet had warned of winds carrying hot air from Africa but she didn’t think that it would swell the atmosphere the way it had.

Over the last few days, she had steadily reduced the layers of clothing that she normally donned. The corset went first; stuffy, abysmal thing. Then the petticoat, three layers under a skirt was simply too much. The chemise got traded out for the more contemporary brassiere, a thin lacy thing that was all but transparent under the sheen of sweat that she’d been drenched in these past few days. Her skirts got shorter and her patience thinner. She wanted to wring herself out like a towel.

Luckily, the only person who had seen her in such a state of impropriety was her husband and school sweetheart, Sebastian Sallow. They had been confined to their remote cottage in the highlands, sweating their souls away as the sun reaped across the country. Sebastian wasn’t bothered by her state of undress, they’d been married for almost five years and together for much longer—he had seen her in much more vulnerable states.

However, she had noticed his growing restlessness of late. They scarcely touched due to the heat; where they would usually be wrapped around each other in bed, they erected a boundary in the centre of it, loathe to touch each other’s skin and boil in the scorching nighttime fever. Now, she had developed a bronze tint to her skin, all the way down to her legs, her face flush with a sunny glow. Sebastian’s eyes had noticed this. He had noticed the layers slowly peel away, and the way the fabric stuck to her flesh, lathed along it like a tongue. 

The tension was thick in the air like rope. Sebastian did nothing to pursue her though, either by the heat sapping him of his virility or simply some form of chivalry. The rope tightened.

She had noticed him too of course—that was her husband after all. He was shirtless most days, a tan settling into his chest like varnish on a prized painting. His freckles darkened, set alight like sparks on his skin, the tone he had built from his career as a curse-breaker brought out in the daylight. A god cut in the stone.

When he entered the room, then, clad in a white cotton shirt, she was almost disappointed. He strode over to the sink, pouring himself his own water, and chugging it. His throat bobbed, adam’s apple prominent as the liquid ran down his chin and neck.

“I don’t think I can take another day of this,” he gasped.

“It’s not supposed to last much longer—we can go for another swim in the lake today?” she offered.

Sebastian took his wife in, his eyes dragging across her sweat-slick collarbones and jaw. “Maybe.”

The rope tightened. 

He put down his glass and the sound seemed to shake the foundations. His eyes did not leave her. After what seemed like a fraught but quick internal battle, he stepped over to her, hand sliding along her shoulders. His fingers slipped the shoulder off her loose blouse, revealing more of her glowing skin. His breath stuttered. Then, Sebastian leant over, ghosting his lips over her clavicle, tasting salt on the tongue, as he kissed a trail up to her throat.

“You don’t know…how difficult it has been,” he whispered, “to keep my hands off you.”

She tilted her head, offering her neck to him, as his kisses got sloppier, more desperate. He used his hand to force her eyes upon him and she knew that look instantly.

It’s not often Sebastian gets like this. Sex usually had him taking the lead, it was hot, heady and banal—as she liked it. Sometimes, though, Sebastian would get this glazed look in his eyes, when his desperation had mounted to a point he no longer knew what to do with himself. Most times, he was a half-full cup, the empty half allowed him some sense and reason, and he was able to control his desires. When left too long, his cup became full, there was no room for anything else except wild, desperate want. 

Right now, that need was etched into his expression. Sebastian’s eyebrows were pinched in a silent plea and his eyes were glassy; once he had started he no longer knew how to contain the water in his cup. The heedless want that pulsed through his senses until all they could perceive was her.

She maintained her composure. There was a delicacy to moments like these.

“Why is that?”

A frantic half-whine escaped his throat. “Because—because you’ve been practically naked in front of me all week and I—Merlin it’s so hot,” he was exasperated and whiny, and words failed him at times like these. Which made it all the more fun.

“What do you want, love?”

Sebastian’s eyes flickered between hers, he swallowed dryly. “So many things.”

His wife rose from her chair, levelling herself against him, bringing their faces closer. It’s not often Sebastian gets like this. But it’s so fun when he does.

She slipped her fingers under his shirt, running them up his flushed skin and around his waist. She pulled him closer, pressing his front to hers. He bit back a moan as the pressure met his hardening cock.

“Use your words, Seb,” she goaded, breath dancing across his cheeks.

He swallowed around nothing again. “I want your mouth on me.”

She surged forward, capturing his lips between hers. He responded immediately, an airy groan leaving his teeth as he gripped her hips and parted his mouth. She slid her tongue along the inseam of his lips, teasing him. Sebastian backed her into the table, arching her back slightly as he devoured her lips. Hunger stalked his every movement, his hips rutting into hers mindlessly as his hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head so he could kiss her more deeply, lose himself more entirely.

She pushed him away. “You wanted my mouth there?” she asked innocently.

He tried to kiss her again, but she dodged. He tried again. She dodged. Sebastian’s head slumped into her shoulder.

“Please,” he whined.

“Please, what?”

“Please put your mouth on my cock,” he begged her, pressing more wet kisses into her collarbone.

His wife grinned, trying to bite back the smile and regain composure. “Maybe,” she mused, “come with me.”

Sebastian was led easily, trailing behind her like a puppy in a way that warmed her abdomen. The heat persisted, whilst the sweat had her baby hairs sticking to her hairline, as well as Sebastian’s chestnut curls going slick around his ears. But a new fever had started to pool low in her gut, one that begged for satiation.

Now in the bedroom, she wasted no time ridding Sebastian of his shirt, peeling it off him as it clung to the perspiration. He kept trying to kiss her as she did so, which she swatted away while he petulantly whined. To shut him up, she ducked and licked a stripe up one of his nipples.

“Aah—!”

Then she licked the moan right out of his mouth. They kissed sloppily once more, Sebastian’s hunger disarming him of any prowess as his hands roved desperately over her clothed figure. When he was like this, Sebastian became putty in her hands. Despite her smaller stature, she manoeuvred them to the bed, separating their lips with a wet sound and pushing him onto his back. 

He fixed his gaze on her. Leveraging his raptured attention, she reached under her skirt and slipped out of her underwear, watching as his eyes followed the lacy material when she dropped it to the floor. He was panting. 

She climbed atop him, kissing him once more, before levelling her gaze with his. “First, you’re going to use your mouth on me, then maybe we’ll see about you.”

Sebastian readily nodded, swallowing thickly. “Yes, yes please,” he panted.

His wife smiled, something softer, fonder, before her expression settled back into her role. She shuffled up his body, Sebastian’s hands already greedily grabbing the meat of her thighs from under her skirt, dragging her towards his eager mouth.

Before even settling, he began, dragging a long stroke of his tongue across her cunt, a throaty moan leaving him as he tastes the sweetness coming out of her core. Like sugar. Sebastian forcefully urged her to settle more of her weight on him, wanting to feel her pressing against his nose. The last vestiges of sense in him commented how dying like this would probably be the best way to go ever. His wife sat, with a strangled moan, as his mouth sucked around the bundle of nerves that set her alight.

Obscene, wet sounds filled the room as Sebastian ate her like a man starved, coupled with the mingled moans of himself and his wife, her hips rocking back and forth against his tongue. The pool in her abdomen had now grown into a tidal wave that surged, pulsed. It’s crest rearing.

“Oh, fuck Sebastian,” she purred.

Spurred by his wife’s pleasure, Sebastian reached a hand towards his throbbing cock, palming it through his trousers, unable to help himself.

“You’re doing so good,” she rasped, “love, keep going.”

Sebastian rubbed the tip of his tongue against that sweet spot in tandem with the movements of his hand, shameful whines leaving his throat. His wife keened, her lithe body arching, head thrown back, a guttural moan leaving her throat as she came. Sebastian moaned in tandem, running the flat of his tongue across the seam of her cunt, feeling her pulse around him.

She panted—breath leaving her lungs like sap—and rolled off of her husband.

“C’mere,” she breathed.

Sebastian obeyed. She took his mouth into hers, eagerly licking the remains of her pleasure from him, savouring the wet slide of their lips. He was all but inconsolable at this point, wet patch at the front of his trousers, dick still painfully hard in its confines.

“Please,” he mewled, devouring the air of his lover.

She obliged him, taking charge once more, crawling over his supine body to suck bruises into his neck. Sebastian clutched her, a whimpering mess at the victim of his wife’s whims. Slowly, her mouth carved a path down his body, leaving wet kisses over his chest and nipples, before following the trail of hair at his sternum.

She undid the buttons on his trousers, shucking them over his waist and taking his cock in hand. Sebastian breathed heavily, watching her with undivided focus. She opened her mouth, sliding her tongue up the length of him, to his wet tip. Sebastian’s head thumped back onto the bed, a wanton moan escaping his throat. She licked him a few times more, savouring the salty taste of his skin, before swallowing him.

Sebastian’s hands flew to her scalp, gripping her hair, urging her mouth deeper. She began slow, tantalisingly dragging her mouth up and down his length, before bobbing in earnest. Sebastian’s resolve fissured as his hips met her movements, thrusting into the heat of her mouth. Stuttered whimpers left him, punctuating the movement of his hips. His throat was dry from the heat and how his pleasure worked his voice raw but in the wet cavern of his wife’s mouth he found it difficult to care.

His climax reared, any stamina drained from him after the restraint he displayed the past days, now completely abandoned.

“Ah, love—so good—m’ gonna—”

Before he could even utter the words, his wife pulled off his cock with a wet pop. Sebastian’s brows furrowed.

Quickly, she began pulling her sweat-soaked blouse from her body. Sebastian got the idea. He sat up, helping her out of her clothes. They kissed desperately in-between, his wife’s inhibitions being held together by a thread, as she hastily undressed.

Now naked, Sebastian couldn’t help but admire her, his own lust shelved momentarily while he worshipped the divine figure he was somehow married to.

“You’ll have time for that later, love,” she teased, “now sit back against the pillows.”

He situated himself at the head of the bed, cock wet and red against his stomach. His wife climbed atop him, hovering over his length. She took him in hand, lining them up, before sinking down.

They moaned in tandem, his hands gripping her waist like a lifeline while he fought off his climax right there and then.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she breathed.

Sebastian replied with a broken moan, the tight heat of his lover distracting him from all sensations other than that rapture. Then she started moving.

Slow tentative rolls of her hips that undid Sebastian like a bow. He groaned, latching his mouth to her throat and leaving searing bruises. His wife clutched his head to her, her pace on his cock increasing with each roll. He wanted his hands everywhere. He wanted his mouth everywhere. Having to settle for the bud of her nipple, causing his lover to cry out in pleasure.

He started rutting his hips back into her, chasing the crest of pleasure he’d denied himself for so long. Losing all sense, losing all reason. 

“Please—ah—please, I’m so close,” he keened.

His wife only increased her pace, all but bouncing on his length, torturing him divinely. More staccato whimpers left his abused throat, not caring how undignified he sounded. He was so close.

Sebastian sealed their lips, stiffened, and came. His release pulsed out of him, come seeping into his wife’s core as he groaned into her mouth. His dick throbbed, climax milking all his frustration dry, letting it drain him. When their mouths separated, he pulled her onto his chest and panted.

They remained like that for some time, his softening member seated inside her while they regained their breath. She placed a kiss on his chest and carefully pulled him out, before rolling next to him.

Finally able to think, Sebastian took in the sight of his wife, haloed in post-coital bliss. Sweat coated every inch of her skin, making her shine under the daylight. He reached a hand out to stroke across her cheek, his fingers coming away sticky.

“Better?” she asked.

“Better.”

A thunderclap broke their reverie. They turned to the window, finding the scene beyond submerged in a grey cloak. His wife crawled off the bed and stalked to the window, he got up to follow. Sure enough, as they peered through the threshold, a thick cover of rain descended over the highlands, coating everything in a petrichor hush.

“Well, would you look at that,” Sebastian remarked, “I think we broke the heatwave.”

She giggled, a sound like birdsong, and overcome with affection he bent down and kissed her by the open window, the cool air caressing their hot skin. 

“I think we did.”

[princessfbi]

Cuddling with caretaker in a warm shower/bath + buddie

Buck shuddered against him, making the water ripple around them in tiny waves against the porcelain of the tub. The smallest of whimpers croaked past dry swollen lips and Eddie shushed the noise as it puffed against the hollow skin of his throat.

“I know, baby,” he said, dipping the washcloth into the water before squeezing it at the base of Buck’s shoulders so the water would cascade down his spine.

Eddie had tried to talk Buck into letting him stay out on the side so he could have the complete space of the tub for his long limbs to curl into. But one choked plea and a pair of red rimmed, exhausted blue eyes had had Eddie stripping off his clothes and joining him. Buck had barely let Eddie get situated before he turned on his front and curled into Eddie’s chest, shivering from the fever induced chill that had been wrecking his system for over forty-eight hours.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Buck so sick. Worry had prickled under his skin and latched on with nettles so he couldn’t shake it off, practically drawing blood the longer and longer Buck’s fever raged on.

At least he wasn’t heaving though. Not that Eddie thought he could. Buck had barely been able to stand let alone work up the bile and empty air and the very few sips of water he’d managed to get down.

His stomach, however, hadn’t seemed to get the picture.

Every chance Buck drifted off to sleep had been interrupted with a whine and a curl of his body. He’d thought the hot bath would help. Or, if anything, would allow Buck’s body to unclench so he wasn’t in so much pain!

It had worked for a while. Eddie’s butt had gone numb and the water lukewarm that he’d had to add some more hot water by stretching up to the turn the faucet with his toe. But Buck had relaxed against his chest and hid his too cold nose against the base of Eddie’s throat. Eddie had kept up his ministrations, trickling water down his back and sweeping his hands so he could give him just a little bit of warmth; so he could take the pain away for just a little bit longer. Eventually, Buck had drifted and if he hadn’t been asleep then he’d at least gotten close. Eddie would’ve happily stayed there for ever.

Buck twitched against him and Eddie braced himself for the worst of it. His arm was half way out of the tub to grab the trash can he’d pulled over before they got in. Eddie locked down the panic in his throat that wanted to claw its way to his heart with all the racing thoughts in his head.

No. No please. He can’t keep doing this. He needs these fluids. He’s already suffered enough. Please. Please. Please!

He’d promised Buck no hospital but that creeping realization that the very real possibility that he may have to break that promise very soon was getting closer and closer each second Buck didn’t get better.

Buck pressed his face into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, stiffening like he was frozen in time, and Eddie waited.

There wasn’t much else he could do. Not without IVs and people with more medical knowledge than he had under his belt.

But then Buck sighed and he sagged further into Eddie’s as the water shifted around them.

Eddie pressed a kiss against Buck’s head and dunked the washcloth back into the water.

“It’s okay,” Eddie said as he curled an arm around Buck and squeezed out the water over Buck’s spine. Buck whimpered again as he burrowed impossibly close and settled deeper into Eddie’s hold. “It’s okay.”

[kaveuh]

*breaks into your house* so ive been thinking about this for a while.... a headcanon of knights reacting to their s/o trying their knights idol uniform... 👁

"YOU LOOK BETTER IN IT." knights

author’s note — as your local knightsP, i had a whole blast with this and may have gotten carried away.. oops 🤭 also ritsu’s isn’t really him walking in on the reader trying it on, but he still walks in on them wearing it saur…. AND I HAD A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS HAHDHSHFHF

genre — fluff

warning(s) — slight ooc izumi, only a lil… mentions of bathing together (sfw only!!)

TSUKASA SUOU

you were bored. incredibly bored. it's even worst that your boyfriend wasn't there to keep you company.

it wasn't rare for tsukasa to be away during the weekends. being an idol meant having a busy schedule, let alone a whole leader of a unit that belongs in the big three.

"kasa… i miss tsukasa…" you complained for the nth time today. all you did was nothing but lay down on the couch yearning for your darling boyfriend. though, it would be sad to say that you're supposed to be used to this, you should be… you just wanted this day to be over with and cuddle up against your lover in bed.

which is why you found yourself digging into his closet and carefully slipped into his spare knights uniform. it was a bit loose, but you were content with it. besides, despite how it looks, it was comfortable enough to pass as your tsukasa's warmth. unfortunately, it was nothing compared to your lover himself.

which is why it was a surprise when your red-haired, busy boyfriend walked in on you running around the kitchen wearing his uniform. (he almost passed out on the spot)

"[n-name]?" he choked, trying not to lose it. you, on the other hand froze and slowly turned your head towards him. "i'm… home?" tsukasa smiled, sweating and was on the verge on freaking out— you could tell from how red his face was.

"kasa? you're home early…" you laugh nervously, putting down the glass of orange juice that you were drinking. "um, i can explain." tsukasa shakes his head frantically, quickly approaching you, (he teleported) putting his hands on your shoulder with a still, visible blush on his face.

"no, no! please keep it on… i-it looks good on you."

LEO TSUKINAGA

now, leo was the one who suggested that you try on his uniform. although you'd always refuse, explaining that it's embarrassing, you did end up trying it on to imitate your boyfriend whenever he isn't around. (or you wear it simply because you miss him. not that you’d admit it to him, though.)

leo never found out, or so, he was just too oblivious to the fact that his clothes were hanged differently than last time. (he was also too busy composing songs and showing them off to you.)

unlike tsukasa, leo leaves work a bit earlier, and would be home at 10 the latest. though, your boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to surprise you by pretending to leave for work, but would come back to hopefully, catch you off guard.

you, on the other hand, felt like making fun of your boyfriend today (again & affectionately.) like how it had become a daily routine, you slipped into his uniform’s jacket and faced the mirror. "huh… now that i look closely, i do look good in this." you hummed in approval.

"yeah, you do." jumping in surprise, leo stood by the door, grinning from ear to ear as he happily hopped his way towards you. "my dear darling, [name]! how could you try this on without letting me know?! GAH! you look so gorgeous, pretty, cute, adorable, elegant, mesmerizing, irre—" you shushed your enthusiastic boyfriend, embarrassment building up from the compliments.

"s-stop that! you're too loud… i thought you had work?" you sigh, avoiding his gaze as you attempted to hide your reddened face from him.

he laughed, cupping your face with both his hands, gently making you look at him. "what? getting all shy now? don’t be, [name]~ keep it on, i want to see you wearing my clothes for the day!"

ARASHI NARUKAMI

wearing arashi’s clothes was something you'd usually do whenever you're staying home or sleeping. it's become a daily thing, and honestly, arashi loves it! she'll never get tired of cooing about how adorable you look and showing you off to her unitmates whenever you send a picture of you wearing her clothes. which are usually too big for you.

even so, it’s not that hard to get shy around your girlfriend. consider how she showers you with compliments and is very affectionate. not that you’re complaining.

arashi had informed you that she was going to be home a bit late for tonight. of course, you were understanding, willing to wait before you sleep. you had already done your skincare routine, ate dinner (you made sure to leave some in the microwave for arashi) and was ready for bed.

this time, instead of regular clothes, you decided to wear arashi's knights jacket. it wasn't too uncomfortable, and was comfortable enough to be able to cuddle up to as long as it was paired up with a soft blanket.

yawning as you waited for your water to boil, you heard the door open. assuming that your girlfriend was home, you peeked your head into the living room, arashi noticing your figure instantly. her face instantly brightened and hurriedly jogged towards you.

"good evening, darling! i'm sorry for coming home so late tonight, i bet you're already sleepy. ah, are you making ramen? do—" she paused suddenly, causing you to look up at her, confused. "arashi, are you okay?" your question made arashi come back to her senses, her face slowly flushing red.

"ah, my bad. is that my uniform you're wearing?" she giggles, pulling away to get a better sight of how adorable you looked. "can you do a little twirl for me? wait, i wanna take a picture, you look so cute~! you think you can wear this on our next concert? ahh, i'm about to burst!"

IZUMI SENA

izumi acts like he doesn't care whenever you wear something that belongs to him. i mean, you're a couple, right? it's only normal for his partner to wear his clothes. though, everyone and their grandma knows that he secretly giggles to himself behind closed doors.

"have fun at work today, zumi." you bid your boyfriend, giving him a peck on the lips. you swore you saw small smile on his face before it fades back to his usual frown. "don't overwork yourself. i love you~" izumi hummed, staying still for a moment before pulling you into a hug.

"mhm.. i love you too. i'll see you when i get home. text me when you're going somewhere." he reminded, before pulling away and left the house. izumi wasn’t normally an affectionate person, so it most definitely surprised you.

you didn't think much of it, and proceeded to do whatever you needed to do. it was your day off, after all. going into the bathroom was the first thing you did. a relaxing, nice bath would be nice. though, noticing the blue knights jacket, an idea eventually popped inside your head.

"[name]? i forgot my coat. is it in—…" the loud voice of your lover eventually turned quiet. he blinks, keeping his eyes on you as you turned around, returning the action. "there…"

he gulped, a blush creeping up to face, but soon covered it up with a cocky smirk. "the hell? did ya' miss me that much already?"

you felt your eye twitch, frantically shaking your head. "h-hell no! i just needed something to cover myself with…" you huffed, playfully glaring at your boyfriend as you saw his smirk turn into a grin. "stop looking at me like that. it's creepy."

izumi snickers, engulfing you into a hug from behind. "haha, i knew you couldn't go on a day without me. and i can't help it, you're irritatingly cute face is making me wanna keep annoying you." perhaps, ditching shooting today wouldn't be a bad idea. it's just one day, right?

RITSU SAKUMA

compared to the others, ritsu is the one who goes home the earliest. usually, he'd find you waiting for him on the couch or eating at the dinner table whenever you were too hungry to even wait for him.

tonight was a fairly stressful day for him. with izumi'a constant yelling and bossing him around, he wasn't able to take a nap once the whole entire day. if there was anything he wanted to do, that was dragging you to bed with him and sleep until the next day.

"i'm home." ritsu yawns, rubbing his eye while he was greeted with silence. strange, he thought. assuming that you were probably in the kitchen, having your own little concert (that he had walked in on multiple times), he was once again greeted with nothing by still somewhat, heated leftovers on the table.

he did end up eating the leftovers— there was no way he was going to let your cooking and efforts go to waste. ritsu finally entered your shared room, which was dark and your soft snores was the only sound that occupied the room.

"ah… they fell asleep without me." ritsu pouts playfully, and was about to head into the bathroom to get ready for bed until he noticed the familiar jacket that you were wearing. is that my uniform? he didn’t even realize the smile that crept up his face until he leaned in closer to admire you. "[name]~ wake up…" he poked your cheek continuously until you finally stirred in your sleep, slowly gaining consciousness.

you groaned, ruffling your boyfriend's hair. "hm? you're home, ritsu… i fell asleep without you, i was too tired…" you explained, which he hummed in acknowledgment. "what's up? did you wanna bath together again?" ritsu shakes his head, motioning for you to sit up, and so you did.

"you're so cute…" he coos, pinching your cheeks as he took out his phone to take a quick picture, catching you by surprise. "hehe, you should really wear my uniform more often. it looks better on you than it does on me."

[dontexpectmuch]

hi!! firstly i just wanna let u know how much i love ur posts, you’re very talented n i enjoy ur work a lot !! id like to req a post about how jude would be when taking care of his s/o when they’re ill (i’m sick rn and its all ive been able to think about today lol) tysm in advance !! take care <3

you tiptoed quietly out of your room, trying your best to avoid drawing any attention to your movements. it felt like walking in a lion’s den, any noise and you’d immediately be noticed.

your eyelids felt heavy, your throat was itchy and your nose was stuffed, but you really wanted to make yourself some tea with honey and maybe grab some snacks. you were supposed to rest, drinking loads of water and staying in bed, but you really wanted to finish your essay, feeling restless at the thought of the deadline nearing.

“what are you doing?” a stern voice appeared from behind you, your plan of staying unnoticed going down the drain.

halting your movements, you turn around with a sheepish smile on your tired face, looking at your boyfriend whose body leaned against the kitchen doors frame. “hey, jude.” you greet him, eyes never leaving his face as he steps closer to you, arms on each side of your body, kind of caging you between the kitchen counter and his body.

“so?” he questioned again, tilting his head. his gaze was quite intense, you note, feeling nervous at his closeness.

“i wanted to drink some tea?” your answer sounded more like a question, fidgeting with your fingers and lowering your gaze to avoid his.

jude clears his throat, leaning back and crossing his arms infront of his chest, his eyebrows were drawn together, “babe!” he begins, voice laced with frustration, “i told you to tell me! you gotta rest, y’know.”

“but, jude, c’mon i’m bored! laying all day in bed with nothing to do exhausts me more than working.” you argue back, hands dancing around the air as if to highlight your point better.

“mum told me you need to rest.” jude reasons, grabbing your shoulders to lead you back to your bedroom, hands slightly massaging your tense muscles while he was at it. “i’ll get you your tea, babe.”

rolling your eyes, you sit down on your bed and look up at your boyfriend. he seemed pretty serious about his job as your caretaker, going as far as to ask his mum about how to take care of you, looking up recipes for all different kinds of soups and refusing to let you do any work, insisting that you should be resting as much as you could.

“shouldn’t you be at training?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, watching as jude lits up some candles that were in your room, mumbling something about setting the mood right.

“told them that there’s an emergency.” he replied, smiling at you. “can’t let my baby be all alone at time like this.” he comes up to you again, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“jude, that’s too much! you can’t skip practice because of this.” you scold him, face showing your disapproval clearly, “‘ts not even serious, just a mild cold.” shaking your head, you get up and walk to your desk to grab your laptop.

jude watches you, eyes narrowed, as you walk back to your bed and lean your back against your many pillows. “what are you doing?”

“working on my essay.” you shrugged. if you can’t do anything at all, you might just finish that annoying essay.

“nah, put that back, babe.” jude moves to take your laptop away, but you act fast and turn your back facing him, shielding your laptop from his hands.

“jude, please.” you plead, sighing. jude stemmed his hands on his hips, looking at you before he also sighed.

“fine, but you’re not leavin’ this room, ‘m bein’ serious.” he comes to a decision, watching you as you happily nod.

as you continued your work, jude went back to the kitchen to make you some tea and get you your snacks, talking to his mum on the phone at the same time to complain about your behavior, hoping she’d back his point up, to no avail, though, as she also believes that jude is slightly exaggerating.

you giggled at the sight of jude concentrating on bringing your tea, beverage filled up to the brim. he looked really cute and made you feel grateful for his presence and concern for your well-being.

“you’d make a good house-husband, you know?” you point out as he cleans up your desk.

“oh, shut up.”

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i like y’all or wtv 🙄

[parrythisucasual]

HmmMmmMM I’ve had this idea for a bit basically Jax would have his like go to pranks be ones involving bugs so obviously he tries to screw around with the reader not knowing they actually really like bugs and ending up finding it cute or whatever. I’d just imagine him being utterly confused or concerned lmao

HERE WE GO TWO POSTS ONE WEEK???? ITS ALMOST AS IF IVE BECOME SLIGHTLY MORE BEARABLE!!!!!

JAX X Bug Enthusiast! Reader

Jax waited around the corner, snickering. Just a few moments ago, he’d slipped a few pincher beetles under your door. He eagerly awaited the scream of terror with perked ears and bated breath.

But… It never came. Jaax waited for almost twenty minutes, though it never came. He groaned, deciding you were probably too stupid to notice the bugs infesting your room, so he trudged back up the hallway to make sure you did.

He knocked, and your cheerful voice called back. That was odd, usually, you were depressed and apathetic all the time. “Come on in!” you had chirped at him. Jax shrugged, turning the kob and entering- only to be faced with you laying belly down on your bed, kicking your legs up. With the beetles. In your bed. Just… crawling around.

You smile up at Jax, “These are my new pets. This is Dave the Magical Cheese Wizard, and that’s Suction Cup,” your grin bears the satisfaction akin to that of a Gen Z teenager that made a popular shitpost. He stared blankly at you, almost in a state of shock. 

You reached out to Dave, rubbing his shell a bit. He flexed his pincers but did not attempt to pinch you. You seemed thoroughly happy, although it was a relaxed sort of excitement. Happily content, perhaps? You glance back at Jax, “Thank you for them,” you speak slyly, “I knew you were the one to do it.” 

“How did you know it was me?” he raised a brow, surely you couldn’t have known. “Partly the knowledge you’ve done similar to Ragatha. But mostly your footsteps,” you respond, as if it had been clear the whole time, “Everyone walks differently. And in a few different ways,” you continue. He frowns, only more questions appearing in his mind.

“Really? You recognize everyone?” You shrug, “Well, Gangle is too light, I can't hear at all, and Kinger is hard to hear because he slides. But I can tell from the rest.” Jax nodded, then steered off of that conversation, now more interested in you keeping the bugs.

“I put these in here to freak you out,” he reminded, “And you like them?” You nod, picking up Sucion Cup, “I was in college for etymology,” you explain, rubbing the side of the bug’s pincer to demonstrate how much you trusted it, “bugs are a passion of mine.” Jax gives a small grin, “Really?”

You chuckle a bit, “Yeah, a lot of people think it’s gross and lame.” He shakes his head, “Nah, its totally cool. Bugs are freaky. Its cute how much you like it,” hes waving his hand. You nod, “You think so?” You smile at his nod and begin rambling about the beetles.

A few minutes later, your brain finally loaded what he’d said, “Wait, you think it’s cute?” you question, disbelieving. Jax’s face grew a bit darker, and your brain skipped forward again. Oh. OH. You’d first though he meant you were cute like a puppy, now you’re realizing you were very wrong.

“I don’t know, maybe? I guess so?” he tried to play it off, acting so casual about it. You merely blink, “Me? You like me?” He doesn’t respond, now avoiding eye contact. “Holy s*1t! You like me!” You couldn’t believe it. Your embarrassment finally joined the party, causing you to scoot backward, in a flustered mess. The situation was incredibly tense.

“Well yeah, yeah a little,” you being so flustered seemed to help him regain confidence, “I mean yes, I do. And it’d be pretty cool if you wanted to talk more or something?” he was struggling, but you were entirely ensnared by his awkward attitude. When he wasn’t being so fake, or at least when you could see through it, he was really sweet. You snort, smiling as you relax a bit.

“A date? Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s stunned as he looks into your face, his dumb grin having been wiped clean off, “Yeah? Yeah, okay, cool!” He perked up more, leaning in eagerly, “I’ll think of something really good, wait here,” he jumped up and hurried to the door, “Ill be back!” and disappeared.

You giggle, “Looking forward to it.”

[kumezyzo]

omg omg could you nsfw headcanons where like you’re in public or around his friends and he keeps teasing you LMAO

thank you for requesting!! so to start off, i dont think he would necessarily do this so ive tried to make it seem like him as much as possible! fem!reader btw. okay, yea thats it.

also, i love the idea of reader being dom to some extent alongside dom sapnap. like not fighting for dominance but just equally in love and feeling confident enough to take some lead. neither over doming or subing. if that makes sense.

anyway, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

it starts off as an innocent whisper in your ear. bf!sapnap would have been checking you out all night. and when hes finally had enough, he's felt the need to indulge.

"you look good, peaches, you know that right?" he would whisper in your ear whrn he finally was able to whisper in your ear. inconspicuously of course.

bf!sapnap would stand behind you, his hands sitting comfortably in the back pockets of your jeans. every few minutes you'd feel hum squeeze your ass and chuckle breathily in your ear.

bf!sapnap who has his hand on your thigh when youre sitting. dangerously close to your core. he'd squeeze you rhythmically, kneading your skin.

as everyone else falls into their own conversations, he chooses to lean into your ear and whisper things he'd been thinking all night.

"i cant wait to get home, peaches," he says right against your ear. his breath tickling down your neck.

"yea?" you ask in faux innocence. "and why is that, baby?" you ask quietly. you pull back a little to see his reaction as you lick your bottom lip.

"cause you look fuckin' good, peach," he says wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you in closer.

bf!sapnap who just whispers absolutely obscene things in your ear. when you'd whisper them back, he would just smirk as his face would dust a light pink.

"what, are you gonna fuck me? just absolutely silly?" you'd ask him once you two were completely alone everyone else having left to do their own things.

"if thats what you want peaches," he'd tell you, looking at you with half lidded eyes glancing down at your lips. "you'll let me?"

"mhm," you hum lightly biting your bottom lip as you nod. his hands slowly reaching down to cup your pussy through your jeans. "anything you want, baby."

bf!sapnap who would get pulled away from you by dream or george as soon as he was about to kiss you. he'd groan as they pulled him away from the table and towards the bar to order more drinks.

you giggle as he pleads with his eyes for you to save him. you shake your head and wave. you take that time to take deep breaths and calm yourself down. if you didnt, you didnt know how much longer you'd be able to handle nicks advances.

bf!sapnap who lets you go to the bathroom once he gets back with your drinks. he watches you walk away happily, checking you out as you get farther away.

when you get back, he sits you on his lap instead of letting you next to him.

bf!sapnap who uses this as an opportunity to feel you up a little more as he continues to whisper to you.

"i think we should leave them here," he proposes simply, playing with a belt loop on your jeans. "it would make it easier for us."

"if you're that worked up, we might as well just tell them that we want to go fuck," you tell him as you loop your arms around his neck.

"fuck... i might, babygirl," he tells you with a chuckle. he glances at your neck, thinking of all the hickies he could leave on you.

bf!sapnap who eventually does tell the other two that you want to go home. only earning him eyerolls as they tell him they know he just wants to get laid. he happily says his goodbyes and drags you out to his car.

"do you think you can wait till we get home?" he asks as he unlocks his car, his arm around your waist as he speed walks to him car with you.

"are you sure you can wait?" you laugh as he rushes to get in the car. you walk around the front and get in the passenger seat.

"i might just have to fuck you in here, peaches," he tells you as he contemplates what to do next. you watch him carefully as he calculates what do you. just then, he puts the car in drive and begins to back out.

"how about we get home, yea?" you ask, rolling your eyes at his impatience.

bf!sapnap who has to pull over into a wooded area cause he cant handle how you place your own hand on his thigh. he couldnt handle the way you unbuttoned his shorts and fit your hand in his boxers.

"peach, im driving," he would try to tell you. but as soon as you start stroking him, he'd look for the best place to pull over.

yea its kinda ass, im sorry. also a little rushed and less headcannon-y than i had hoped in the end. and i know it didnt make sense where they were... its about the smutty shit not the location okay 😅 -nony

[princessconsuela120]

✰ CROSSOVER PT2 ✰

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summary: getting home was harder than the gang had expected.

Warnings: light cursing

Author's note: ive added @the-ozzie 's Millie to the funky bunch! I had so much fun writing this you have no idea. You and @choccy-milky both have made amazing characters who have brightened my dark times. Enjoy guys!

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“I can’t believe this is it but, click the heels of your shoes together while throwing the floo flame, and say ‘home’ as your destination.” Constance explained, scoffing at the wizard of oz esque way of leaving. They had been planning this escape for days and after much research, this seemed like the best way out. “Sebastian from my universe will then produce the vanishing charm and I will use ancient magic to try and wield the energy to bring you back. Are we ready?” Connie asked, looking around at the group who smiled at her in response. Who knows, maybe if this world she could visit one day.

“Ready as we'll ever be.” Seb chimed in, nodding at Constance who nodded back.

“And…now!”

“Evanesco!” Sebastian shouted, as Constance let out a gust of ancient magic beside her. The magic began swirling together, sending flashes across the room as a portal began to dorm.

“What’s happening?” Clora called, holding her hair back as the wind from the portal grew.

“We aren’t going anywhere!” Sebastian yelled back, looking around to see him and Clora were still standing, but the portal was forming larger.

“We’ve seemed to make some sort of portal..maybe if you step in well…”

“Woah.” A low voice interrupted, stepping through the portal with another Sebastian following behind her. Constance facepalmed with disappointment, frustrated at her failure to get Clora and Seb back home.

“What the butt?!” Constance yelled, making the girl who just entered shrug in response.

“Sorry, when you see a floating portal you always have to go through to the other side.” She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, and wonderful freckles that sprinkled across most of her face. She had deep hazel eyes, and fair skin which all came together with her Slytherin tie. After seeing the blonde haired beauty, Clora, Constance was starting to believe a lot more in magic. Not that she didn't already, but the more realistic magic, like other dimensions. Clora’s deep blue eyes, like oceans and ponds that swam inside them, brought a sense of hope to Constance's heart.

“We were supposed to subtract Sebastian’s, not add more.” Constance sighed, shaking her head as Clora couldn't help but chuckle.

“Hey, what’s wrong with more of me?”Seb asked cheekily, smirking at Constance who raised an eyebrow at him.

“You really want me to answer that question?”

He gulped, shaking his head as he pressed his lips together awkwardly.

“I’ll keep quiet, yeah?” He asked, nodding at her as she nodded to him in response.

“Clora?” The girl asked softly, smiling happily as the blue eyed blonde smiled as well.

“Millie, hi!”

“You two know each other?” Constance asked, making Clora nod happily.

“Let’s just say this isn’t the first dimension we’ve stopped in.” Sebastian said with a laugh, making Seb and Connie share a look.

“Oh, great! So you’ll know how to get them out of here?”

“To hell if I know, I just kinda woke up from a nap one day and they were gone.” Millie explained, plopping down on the couch in the hufflepuff common room as she leant back in the couch, Sebastian soon joining her as Constance sighed.

“That’s, so helpful thank you.” She sighed, making Millie send her a thumbs up.

“You’re very welcome blondie.”

“It’s Constance.” Connie corrected, not thinking much mind to it as Millie nodded.

“I’m gonna stick to blondie.” Constance rolled her eyes, sitting on the couch across from them as seb sat beside her, grabbing her hand to calm her nerves.

(When they’re enemies to lovers😏)

“So where exactly are we?” Millie asked, squinting her eyes as she scanned the room, wondering why she was even in the hufflepuff common room.

“It seems like another universe.” Her Sebastian replied, making her scoff.

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Hey!” Clora yelled, a slight furrow to her brows as Millie sighed.

“Sorry Clora, force of habit.”

“Don’t disrespect Sherlock in this house.” Clora explained, making millie nod.

“I’m sorry it won’t happen again.”

“We best get some rest, it’s getting late.” And so they did. Somehow, Constance and Sebastian managed to sneak the four into the room of requirement without anyone noticing. And once the Sebastians had passed out on their side of the room, the girls' side was having some trouble.

“Do you have a vivarium?” Clora asked softly, waking up both girls in the process as Clora searched the room for her usual vivarium. “I have one back home it’s just, not being home is starting to stop me from sleeping.” She explained, making Constance sigh. She nodded with a smile, grabbing both girls' hands and leading them to the coastal vivarium. Even though she's seen it hundreds of times, the creatures never failed to put Connie in awe.

“Of course, yeah come on. This one’s my favorite.” Connie explained, leading the girls in the room as Clora jumped up and down in her pj’s, cheering at the sight in front of her.

“High wing!” She called with excitement, petting the hippogriff as she bowed her head to Clora. Millie joined in beside her.

“You two know each other?”

“Well, I have my own. She’s just as breathtaking.” Clora explained, now using a brush to gently groom High wing, who tutted happily. Millie smirked from her spot, finding a seat on the floor as she turned to both girls with goblets full of wine.

“So, ladies, is anyone up for a late night game of truth or dare?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as the two smiled.

“I’m so in.” Constance said, going to sit beside Millie as Clora joined.

“Me as well.”

“So Blondie.”

Constance scoffed.

“Connie.” She corrected, earning a glare from millie.

“Blondie…truth or dare.”

Constance rolled her eyes again as Clora giggled, making Constance take in deep breaths she thought.

“Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you to kiss Sebastian. Your Sebastian.” She said with a smirk, making Cponstances jaw drop slightly.

“Oooo yes!”

“No, absolutely not, we’re friends.” Constance defended, making Millie groan loudly.

“Are you kidding me right now?” She teased, nudging Connie as she blushed.

“Just look at how he looks at you Connie, that boy’s in love!” Clora explained, making Connie shake her head in defense.

“Look, I know you’re both lucky with your Sebastian’s but me and him, we got this friend thing and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“Oh you are so modest.” Millie teased, making Connie fein hurt.

“Excuse me, I am not. I’m just, I like him alot.” She explained, causing Millie and Clora to share a look.

“You like him.” They sang at once, making Connie throw a pebble in the direction of the two as they all laughed.

“Shut it. I change to truth.” Constance said, making the girls smirk at each other.

“Alright fine, do you like Sebastian?”

“Yes.” She threw her hands over her mouth with shock. “What!? I mean, n-n-yes! Hey! You spiked my drink didn’t you!” She yelled, her face growing red with anger and embarrassment. I guess it took smoke truth serum to admit to her feelings. The two girls broke into fits of goggles, rolling around on the bed as Constance pouted, her cheeks a bright red tint.

“Well, now that you’ve spoiled my evening, I’d like to go back to my room.” She teased, making millie groan as she got up, grabbing Connie's arm to stop her from leaving.

“Oh come on Connie, we already knew you liked him just by the way you talk about him.”

“You used my name?” Constance asked, making millie smile at her softly.

“Of course I did, I know your name Connie, I like you very much.”

Constance smiled, pulling Millie into a hug before Clora joined in, the girls joined in a tight group hug full of warmth and joy.

“Thank you.” Constance mumbled into Millie's shoulder, making the girl smile harder.

“Of course.” She pulled away from the hug, conjuring a bottle of fire whiskey with a smirk. “Now, shall we break out the fire whiskey?”

“Yes we shall!”

—

“I still don’t know how you pulled us out of our dimension.” Millie said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Even the hangover jinx’s aren't working to fix the headache that the girls had gained over the night. They ended the night in firewhiskey and games, and lots of laughing. Laughing that ended up making the next morning a headache.

“Did we do that dimension travel jinx again?” Sebastian asked, making Constance freeze at the words.

“You produced a dimension traveling jinx!?”

“Of course I have, you haven’t?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Seb and Constance called at the same time, causing Connie to look at Seb with wide eyes.

“Oh, so that wasn’t what I always supposed to say, good to know.” Sebastian said, shaking his head as he looked at Connie’s angry expression.

“You knew a dimension travel charm this whole time and you didn’t think to say anything?” She asked angrily, making him shrug.

“I’m sorry, I love you?” He said softly, cringing back as Sebastian nodded.

“Smart man right there.” He whispered to millie, earning a light eye roll in response.

“I don’t have the patience right now. Sebastian’s, since you all love to break the rules and learn dangerous spells, you all will perform the incantation at once, and hopefully this will send everyone back.”

“I just wanted to say, I’m glad we met Connie. I’ll always remember you.” Clora said softly, making Connie smile.

“I’ll miss you all.”

“Stay gold blondie, stay gold.” Millie said, making Connie chuckle before they all cast the spell. Magic filled the room until all of the sudden, everything fell to the ground, and with one swift swoop, they were gone. Connie couldn't help but feel a certain sadness at the thought of her friends leaving, but she knew they'd soon return.

“What an odd mix of people.” Seb said, making Connie nod with a sigh.

“Right?”

“That Sebastian guy was pretty handsome though.” He tested, making Constance shove him playfully as he laughed.

“Oh shut it you.”

[eepwriting]

Hi. Can you write something about how IV skillfully seduces one of his colleagues on stage (by touching himself)? He is interested in seeing the reaction, he loves to tease. How do you like my thought?

Watch Yourself ✶ III x IV

Warnings: some nsfw thoughts

I like your thought very much anon!! Thank you for this ask 🤍 I commonly tag iii and iv as the lovers because…they’re in love duh

!! mdni !!

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✶ It was no secret that iv craved attention from his fellow vessels.

✶ Always jumping at the opportunity to kiss and snuggle up to them.

✶ But iii…iii was his treasured.

✶ The taller man always happily reciprocated iv’s advances.

✶ IV often found himself wanting things to escalate further but he couldn’t bring himself to make it know to III.

✶ Until today.

✶ He couldn’t get III out of his mind. It didn’t help that they lived in such close quarters either.

✶ He was surprised III wasn’t annoyed with his constant teasing and sly remarks. He’d practically been all over the man for most of the day.

✶ When it came time for the show, IV felt a surge of excitement. He could really tease and prod at III and the crowd would love it. Eat it up even.

✶ If III had anything to say about it, IV could simply excuse his actions.

✶ “I’m appeasing the crowd, III.”

✶ So now here he was, using every opportunity between actually doing his job to get III riled up.

✶ The two had spent practically the whole first half of the show next to each other.

✶ IV could tell III was surprised, maybe even a bit confused with how many kisses IV demanded from him. He could only laugh under his mask each time he looked at IV, watching him tap a finger over his lips before beckoning him over.

✶ IV wanted more than just some friendly kisses though.

✶ He gets III’s attention once again and wraps his fingers around his own throat, pointing at the taller man. His hand slowly leaves his neck to train down his chest.

✶ III shakes his head playfully, striding over. He grabs up IV’s hand, dragging it back up to his neck, wrapping IV’s hand and his own around his throat. He thinks he sees IV’s eyes unfocus when he squeezes but it’s hard to tell.

✶ “Watch yourself, Ivy boy.”

✶ IV winks back at his warning, wishing he could see the potential smirk on the face of the man in front of him.

✶ They’re forced to pull away when it’s time to get back to work but follow each other on the stage, never standing far from each other.

✶ IVs’ back on him the second he has a moment, pushing III around with a hand on his chest, trailing it up to rest on his throat. IV’s own hand dancing on his stomach, slipping down to his thigh, dangerously close to the half bulge between his legs.

✶ He’s lucky his back is to the crowd, hidden in the dark, the only spotlight shining on Vessel.

✶ He takes note of III’s eyes following the movement of his hands. Lingering glances on his thighs and cock.

✶ III reaches out to touch him, a hand on his side pulling him closer, a hard thunk of a kiss landed. He really wished they didn’t have these stupid masks on.

✶ IV’s eyes are mischievous as he pulls away quickly, making his way back to his corner of the stage like nothing ever happened.

✶ It’s hard for III to think for the rest of the show. He’s lucky it’s second nature for him at this point. He’s not sure how he’s able to finish the show without pouncing on IV.

✶ Both men are quick to exit the stage after the last song, III moving with quick strides to reach IV.

✶ “What the hell was that about?”

✶ “I was just teasing III, you know how it is. You better watch yourself. I can make this so much worse for you.”

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GUYS WHAT IS THIS

I feel like this sucks but whatever 😔 your ask was chefs kiss anon thank you, I hope it’s somewhat okay.

K. Bye bye.

[pimosworld]

Moonshine

TLOU x Triple Frontier crossover AU

Pairing-Joel Miller x f!reader x Francisco Morales

Chapter Summary-Frankie spends the night and he may never leave.

Rating-Explicit,Explicit, 18+,MDNI,NSFW

CW-Alcohol consumption,Fluff,Smut,oral male receiving,Heavy MM dynamics, MMF dynamics, Dom Joel, Anal,Unprotected PIV,M receiving, cream pie,anal cream pie,praise kink,aftercare.

WK-4k

A/N- This chapter is smut and if you’re not comfortable reading MM sex or MMF this is your chance to stop reading because it’s smut from here on out. More plot next chapter but I wanted to give the people what they’ve been asking for.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Moon shine chapter IV-XXX part II

Joel was in high spirits tonight, chatting with customers and introducing himself to new people. He did it to be friendly but often to assert to new faces that this was his place and if any rumblings around the QZ of his name were mentioned he wanted to make sure they knew. 

  He was soft with you but his presence to most was intimidating. 

  You couldn’t help but notice everyone staring at you, Santi kept locking eyes with you and smirking and Benny kept hailing you the queen. You were too pleased with yourself to be embarrassed. It was thrilling knowing that these two fierce men, who would be feared by any other, were captivated by you. 

  Charity makes her way over to you, setting her empty bar tray down and invading your space. You didn’t mind the company but you can see her tongue in cheek smile as she watches you work. 

  “Got something on your mind?”

  “Table 5 needs refills.” You turn around and cross your arms knowing full well she didn’t come over for refills. 

  “I’m so jealous babe.” You shake your head at her as you make the drinks for the table. 

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She gestures to Joel and Frankie laughing and chatting beside the bar, just then they look at you. You take a deep breath and look away hoping you don’t collapse from the intensity. 

  “I love you but please shut up.” You whisper so only she can hear as she signs the cross and kisses the sky. 

  If teasing is all you’ll have to deal with you’ll gladly put up with it to see them both so happy. 

  ****

  There’s a few stragglers as you all wrap up the night. Joel goes over to graciously nudge them out the door so you can all leave. You don’t like the way they gawk at you as they get up from their table.  

  Benny notices your discomfort as they make their way out and heads outside to see which way they went. Something about them is oddly familiar and it leaves an awful knot in your stomach. 

  He comes back in and heads straight for Will who is chatting with Santi and Charity. The brothers exchange words and you get a small glimpse into the lives they had before this. Constantly observing the surroundings and still adamant about doing their jobs. 

  “Shine you ready to go home?” Joel’s voice pulls you from your thoughts as you see him with your bag and jacket slung over his shoulder. 

  A part of you is sad as you glance over at Frankie still perched on the bar sink as he watches the rest of the boys leave for the night. 

  “Fish, I'm sleeping in your apartment. It's nicer than mine.” Benny calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hallway.

  But why would he-?

  “Francisco you coming?” Joel flashes him a look as Frankie stands straight to join him. “Of course I am.”

  They both have satisfied looks on their faces as something goes unsaid between them. You round the bar as Joel places your jacket on your shoulders and Frankie guides you by the small of your back toward the door. You haven’t quite been able to fill your lungs with air as the warmth and affection blooms amongst the three of you. 

  ****

  You walk a little ahead of them to gain your bearings and they happily give you space as they chat amongst themselves. You hear your name a few times and you glance over your shoulder and are always met with an amused smile from them. 

  You hear mentions of Frankie’s time in the military, something you notice he hasn’t brought up with you. Maybe too worried about scaring you, he must know the awful things you’ve had to endure from the time you were on your own.

  There’s a flirtatiousness in Joel’s voice as he compliments him and you swear you saw them holding hands for a moment. It’s exhilarating seeing him in this new light. A side of him you’ve never been exposed to before and perhaps maybe never would have if Frankie hadn’t come along. 

  You finally make it to your townhouse, the long way up the steps seem like a daunting task as you try to control your uneven breaths. You can feel them watching you as you close your eyes to calm your nerves. Your fingers can’t work the keys and a frustrated sigh leaves your lips before you can stop it. 

  “Hey…are you okay?” Frankie comes up behind you to steady your hands as you nod. 

  “Shine…words.”

  “Yes I’m okay…you guys are just making me a little nervous.” Frankie tries to disguise the chuckle he lets out as you turn to face them both. 

  “I don’t mean to laugh hermosa but we haven’t done anything.” 

  Sure… little do they know their presence alone is making your stomach do flips and you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come on the other side of this door. 

  As you enter the threshold Joel leans down close to your ear “Why don’t you change out of your work clothes and get comfortable.” He kisses your neck and stands, you see his eyes flit behind you momentarily as you pull away from him. 

  He playfully smacks your ass as you head towards the bedroom to change. You let out a small shriek and Frankie’s laughter has you relaxing a little. 

  Your moment of reprieve doesn’t last long as you stand in the bedroom wondering what exactly it is you’re supposed to change into. 

  It’s not like lingerie was readily available but you did have a cute green matching set of bra and panties to throw on under one of Joel’s shirts that you usually lounged in along with your sleep shorts. 

  As you make your way back into the kitchen you’re met with the sight of the two men, idling around each other moving in tandem as if they’ve done this a million times. Joel leans in and whispers something in his ear that has him giggling like a schoolgirl. 

  The floor creaks slightly beneath your feet, alerting them of your presence. They both turn to look at you again with those chocolate brown eyes. It seems you’ll have to get used to it without feeling the need to pass out just from a simple stare. 

  “I love when you wear my clothes.” He looks you up and down as he exits heading toward your bedroom leaving you alone with Frankie. He takes his signature cap off, setting it on the counter as he runs his fingers through his hair. You can’t help but gawk at the way his muscles flex in his shirt and you don’t miss the way he’s looking at you as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. 

  There’s a twinkle in his eye as he smiles at you. You can hear the sound of bare footsteps behind you as you turn to see Joel changed out of his button up wearing a plain undershirt and jeans. 

  He’s looking at you like he’s going to devour you and you can barely register the words coming out of his mouth. 

  “Did you say something?” 

  “I asked if you cared for a drink?” You blink up at him more confused than ever because he’s not holding anything in his hands. 

He grabs your shoulders and slowly turns you to face Frankie who's holding out a glass of amber liquid. You swallow thick as you notice he’s discarded his shirt. Your eyes track down his muscular tan chest, a small happy trail over his soft belly disappears somewhere beneath the waistband of his jeans. 

“What is it?” Your voice barely above a whisper as he holds the glass up to his nose and inhales. “I’m not sure,Joel said you’d like it though.”

You take the glass from him and down it in one go. It’s good…really good, it tastes almost indistinguishable from your signature drink. It hits your belly and warms you from the inside, doing nothing to fan the flames of your arousal. Still you don’t know what this game is they’re playing and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction right now. 

“It’s not bad.” (You lie) and his lip ticks up a bit as he smirks at Joel over your shoulder.

“Told ya.” Joel says to him as if you’re not standing right there once again sandwiched between them. 

You spin on your heels to face Joel, the frustration evident on your face. “Told him what Joel?” You cross your arms and pop your hip like a petulant child. 

Frankie moves closer to you, pressing his exposed chest to your back.You can feel his hardness pressed into you as you try not to move. A small intake of breath causes your chest to brush into Joel’s. The amusement is written all over his face as you struggle to remain composed. 

Frankie leans down close to your ear and you close your eyes for a brief moment savoring the feeling. “He told me…you were a little brat Luna.”

“You keep calling me Luna…I don’t know what that means.”

He tsks at you while his thumb traces a line along your jaw. “Oh…I thought you knew everything.”

They’re having too much fun playing with you, obviously having planned the whole thing out long before you registered what was happening. 

“Is someone going to fill me in as to what’s going on?”

“You’ll be filled soon enough, Moon.”

Frankie turns you toward Joel and if they keep spinning you you’re not gonna know which way is up. Just when you think they can’t possibly get any closer Joel moves in and grabs Frankie behind the neck.

You’re frozen to the spot as you watch the two men kiss over your shoulder. Your knees would’ve buckled at the sight if you weren’t quite literally trapped between them.

Before you have a chance to speak Frankie grabs your jaw and tilts your head back, his soft pillowy lips crash into yours as his other hand trails its way to your breast giving a light squeeze. You register another hand skating up your thigh slowly making its way higher.

His tongue prods your mouth for entry and a quiet whimper leaves you as you feel another set of lips on your neck. They’ve both got you so keyed up you can hardly breathe. 

Frankie pulls away, taking your bottom lip with him as you desperately chase the kiss. Joel rubs your arms reminding you he’s still there, grounding you in a way. Checking in to make sure you still want this. He’s waiting for you to say something- anything, but for once in your life you’re left speechless.

“We should move this to the bedroom.” Frankie saves you from your moment of panic and your feet somehow carry you to the room. Clothes being ripped and discarded along the way. Their hands are all over you, it’s intoxicating and you know for the three of you there’s no going back.

Joel urged Frankie to lay on the bed, what little control he thought he had was forgotten in a moment. You both knew who called the shots from this point forward. 

“Francisco has been so generous, you should return the favor .”

You lick your bottom lip at the vision of him laid out in front of you. “Isn’t he a sight.”Joel’s behind you, the heavy weight of his cock pressed into the small of your back as he slowly coaxes you forward onto the bed. 

Frankie’s chest is rising and falling as you crawl towards him,littering kisses along his thighs and his hips. He’s shaking and you’ve barely touched him. The weight of him in your hand as you slowly stroke him is strangely familiar. 

You taste the beaded pearl of precum on his tip as you give an experimental lick. You take the head in your mouth swirling your tongue around as Frankie white knuckles the sheets below. “Holy shit…” 

“Doesn’t she take direction so well, Francisco?”

He can’t form words as he nods watching your perfect lips wrapped around him. Joel’s weight dips the bed behind you as he watches your cunt flutter with every bob of your head. His fingers tease your entrance and you moan around Frankie’s cock as he dips two fingers into your dripping cunt. 

“Always so wet for me Shine…you should see it Francisco.”

Frankie’s falling apart in front of you as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. He’s focused on you as his eyes flit back and forth to Joel pumping his fingers in and out. 

Joel withdraws his fingers and before you can miss the sensation the fat tip of his cock is stretching you,filling you with each rock of his hips. “So tight for me.” The gravely tone in his voice has you clench around him while he squeezes your hips to still you. He bottoms out muttering curses under his breath.

Frankie’s a little bigger than Joel as you try and breathe through your nose to take him all in. Your chin is soaked with spit and cum as you whine around his cock. Your hand pumps the base where you can’t reach. You’ve never felt this full as Frankie strokes your face trying to hold his composure. 

Your lungs burn for air but he’s looking down at you with something akin to admiration as his breathing grows ragged. 

“Relax your throat hermosa.” You will yourself to relax and you feel the tip of him at the back of your throat. “Oh fuck…good girl.”

“She likes when you tell her she’s doin a good job.” Joel heaves behind you sending you further down as your nose brushes the soft curls at the base of his cock. 

You’re trying to focus on Frankie but Joel’s hand presses you down making you arch your back,you can feel every curve and ridge as he drags through your tight walls.

“Joel…” Frankie’s pleading and his voice is wrecked as he’s on the brink of release, but he doesn’t want this to be over too soon. 

Joel’s hand grips your hair pulling you off him with a loud pop. You’re gasping for air as you’re still connected by spit. You’re sure you're a mess but Frankie looks at you as if you’re everything to him. “You’re doing so good for us.”

A silent conversation is had between the two men and suddenly you’re on your back at the top of the bed. Frankie’s mouth works all over your body as he suck’s your nipple into stiff peaks.His large hands grip your waist sure to leave bruises. “You’re shaking hermosa.” Your skin is hot to the touch and your mind is overstimulated and all you can manage is a whine. “I’ve got you okay.” You nod as he nuzzles into your neck.

Joel bends over him trailing kisses down his spine and now he’s the one shaking. This moment is more than carnal desire as Joel looks at you like he worships the ground you walk on. 

“You okay, Shine?” Your control is slipping as you squeak out a yes. Neither of you dare make a move without Joel’s approval. 

Joel leans across grabbing something from the nightstand drawer as Frankie continues to worship your body, your face, your breasts, the way you smell of sex and vanilla scented body wash. 

Frankie gasps as a cold substance drops down his ass and hits his hole as it trails further down his balls.He shudders above you as he grips the base of his cock, teasing it up and down your slit. 

He turns to see Joel squeezing a clear liquid from an unmarked bottle. “Fuck where’d you get lube?” He’s panting above you as the anticipation builds, he hasn’t let anyone have this much control ever.

“It’s for special occasions.” You both say simultaneously. His cheeks darken momentarily at the thought of being a (special occasion).

Joel holds his fingers out in front as you lean in and suck on them. Bobbing your head as you just were, eager in every action as you swirl your tongue around his digits. 

“Relax Francisco.” His words were echoed back to him by Joel. This certainly isn’t his first time but this feels different. It’s not rushed or hasty. Joel is deliberate in every step he takes. 

He sinks a finger in as Frankie grits his teeth, Joel’s thick digit moving in and out slowly until he feels him relax and adds another. “I need to open you up so you can take me like our girl does.” Fuck…The sudden intrusion gives way to pleasure as he tilts back, biting down hard on your breast. 

Joel pulls his fingers out leaving a temporary void as Frankie feels the fat tip of his cock press against his hole. Joel pushes in slowly, teasing back and forth, waiting for any signs of discomfort. He can feel his muscles relax around his shaft as he goes further and further. 

Your pussy is aching to be filled again but you could come from the display above you as Joel takes what he needs and Frankie holds on to every thread of resolve he has left. 

You look between you as his cock leaks a steady trail of precum on your stomach. The tip red and angry begging for release. His eyes meet yours in a moment of need asking for permission. “Please Frankie…” Your words are cut off as he enters you slowly, setting the same pace as Joel. 

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie half shouts as he tries not to black out at the sensation of your tight walls and Joel’s cock all at once. Lewd sounds of the three of you echo off the walls as Joel rocks his hips back and forth. 

“That’s it…you’re taking me so well.” Now Frankie knows how it feels to be praised, he's never felt so full. This was an addiction he’s not willing to kick anytime soon. 

Joel doesn’t know where to look. At you as you cling to Frankie, your eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He looks down at where they connect as he moves in and out reveling in the way Frankie pushes his hips back meeting every thrust. Something primal is stirring inside as he bites down hard on his lip to stave off his release. 

Joel grunts and gasps picking up the pace as Frankie clings to you for dear life. His mutters of English and Spanish in your ear as he takes what Joel gives him. “Mierda siente tan bien.”

You’ve been in his position before as you whisper soft praise under your breath. 

He mirrors every movement as Joel’s grip tightens on his waist and his hips are flush against him, he thrusts into him and Frankie lets out a choked sob as he pushes further into you. He’s got both your wrists in an iron lock grip on one of his hands above your head. 

Duel chants of their names leave your lips as he punches the breath out of you with every thrust. His cock hitting something deep inside as you dig crescent moons into your hand. 

Frankie has a moment of panic as he notices tears cascading down your face.”Am I hurting you?” 

“No…fuck it feels so good.” You keen as you arch your back off the bed, wrapping your legs around both men desperately pulling them into you. 

“She’s real pretty when she cries.”Joel whispers in Frankie’s ear as he rutts into him. “Fuck he’s got a dirty mouth.” Frankie grunts above you. 

Every axon fiber in your body screams at you to hold on but you’re quickly approaching your edge. 

Joel leans down, capturing your lips as you feel another tongue slide into the embrace.It’s all tongue and teeth as the three of you seize this moment in time. 

“Come for me Shine.” His raspy voice tells you he’s barely holding on as he bites down on your pulse point. 

Frankie can feel you contract your muscles as you moan loudly in his ear,they’re falling over the edge with you and reality as they come in the same breath. Frankie fills you as Joel lets out a choked sob behind him.

Joel braces the wall to not collapse on the both of you as he catches his breath. You could lay here for an eternity with them and the crushing weight of their affection as they whisper soft praises and kiss your sweat soaked body. 

A long moment passes as the three of you stay connected, your deep breaths evening out as you come down from your high. You feel hollow as they shift off you but Frankie doesn’t let you out of his grasp as he pulls you into his chest, planting kisses along your back. 

You both watch as Joel lazes off to the bathroom and runs the water until it heats up.You’re already drifting off to sleep as he returns with a washcloth. You vaguely register his hands wiping your face and gently down your center, both men speaking in hushed voices. 

No words are spoken as sleep carries you away. The soft sounds of your men and the rise and fall of their chest as they cage you in. The three of you finally complete. 

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☆IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN☆

Chapter 1:

Description: Phantom is summoned that's really it for this chapter

Tw: panic, brief depiction of burns

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Everything was suddenly dark but also blindingly bright it was freezing but also burning hot. It was quite deathly silent all of this happening within moments. Phantom's life in the pit although painful and lonely was familiar.....all of this so violently ripped from his claws in seconds.

Phantom's body was freezing only being covered by a tattered set of trousers, bandages and a shirt. The ground under him was frigid the cold seeping into his bones painfully as he became aware of his surroundings.

He looked around noticing that he was in a stone room that was only lit via candle light surrounding the circle he seemed to be in the middle of.

Adrenaline began to pump through his body as he looked infront of him and saw a man adorned in robes and skeletal paint towering over his body. Instinctively Phantom dashed to the back wall of the room knocking a candle over and onto his tail in the process, shrieking at the pain the flame cause by making contact with the sensitive skin of his tail. He looked back to where the man was and to Phantom's horror saw the figure approaching him. Phantom pressed his back against the cold stone wall hissing aggressively as his frills opened, scales mimicking eye patterns that some butterfly species are known to use to scare off predators, in an attempt to make himself look bigger as his tail lashed defensively.

Phantom made eye contact with the strange skeleton creature who knelt before him. The creature made no indication of aggression looking back at him with an expression with the only explanation too is that of sympathy.

The creature then spoke to Phantom "Hey, hey calm down I'm not going to hurt you little one, just breathe ok"?

Phantom calmed down after a minute or 2 of the man anxiously rambling in an attempt to help the kit, although Phantom was still incredibly suspicious of this unknown perso-

His thoughts were cut off by the man "Oh Satanas I forgot to introduce myself please forgive me for that. My name is Papa Emeritus IV but you can call me Copia" he nervously exclaimed with an even more nervous smile on his painted face. "You are currently in the summoning room, where you have been summoned to serve the dark duties of the Satanic ministry, you will accomplish this by helping around the ministry and performing as rhythm Guitarist for the ghost project!"

Phantom looked at the man he now knew as Copia with a confused gaze although he still nodded as if he had completely understood the man.

Copia smiles at the small quintessence ghoul infront of him "Now my Ghoul I must ask you a few questions if that's ok with you"?

Phantom looks unsure but mumbles a barely audible confirmation in response.

"Alright!" The man happily speaks "I only need to know 2 things off of you for now that being your name and age and don't worry this will only go on your file you can introduce yourself properly to the others later."

Phantom freezes at the mention of other not knowing what Copia could mean by other, but nevertheless tells Copia that his name is Phantom and he is 15 years old.

Copia looks at Phantom with what seems to be concern after the mention of him being 15 but doesn't say anything.

"Now Phantom I am a very busy man sadly, so I cannot show you the sights around the ministry at this moment so I will quickly leave to get a Ghoul who can give you a tour" with that Copia leaves Phantom alone in the summoning room shaking in fear at the thought of their being other Ghouls in the ministry, in the pit other Ghouls were a death sentence let alone a full pack of them. Phantom never had a pack in the pit being kicked out of his original pack at 5 then adopted by another quintessence ghoul a few weeks later who would later die in a fire which left Phantom with the scars that covered half his face turning the purple and blue of his skin bone white these scars also made one of his once bright orange eyes milky and blind. Ever since then its been Phantom alone against the whole of hell. Needless to say he did not like the idea of other Ghouls who could very easily kill hi-

Phantom's panicked thoughts are interrupted yet again by Copia joined by another much larger Ghoul.

The Ghoul in question had multicoloured locks that consisted of bright cyans and warm pinks, contrasting with the honey and copper patternings of their skin.

The Ghoul seemed to have noticed Phantom staring and smiled brightly at him, this appeared to Phantom though more as a snarl in attempt to intimidate him this caused Phantom to sqeak rather embarrassingly.

"Phantom this here is our multi Ghoul Swiss he will be showing you around today" Copia said motioning to the Ghoul who was now waving at Phantom politely.

"Now Seestor wants me to send her even more paperwork so I must go now Ciao!"

Notes: SORRY IF THIS IS BAD THIS IS TGE FIRST FIC IVE EVER PROPERLY WRITEN ALSO REALLY NEW TO TUMBLR SO IDK IF ITS WRITTEN RIGHT