#mh. Gonna try to go to sleep

[vanibear]

today was.

[talaok]

Imagine no outbreak Joel seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated

Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Joel fake complaining to them about you

“Mommy is taking a long time huh?”

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

a/n: this request is so so so cute, anon you're a genius

he was being a drama queen, 

as always.

You'd been in the bathroom a total of five minutes and already he was groaning and calling out to you as if you'd been in there an hour.

"I've just finished washing my face baby, I'm not even half way done" you laughed, patting your skin with a towel 

Another groan sounded from the bedroom and you just smiled, as you reached for the fist of the many products that were gonna go on your face.

This was part of your routine now.

Him moaning and complaining because you were taking too long and wanting nothing more than to just have you there in bed with him into his arms, while you laughed in front of the mirror at how much of an unpatient man you had married.

"I don't even understand why you do that stuff" he sighed, loud enough for you to hear, turning again in frustration under the blanket "You're already gorgeous, darlin'"

You rolled your eyes, your mouth betraying you with a smile

The amount of times you'd heard him say that...

Doing your skincare, makeup, putting on lotion... all tasks that to him did nothing but lessen the amount of time you could be in his arms.

"nice try miller" you chuckled, peering out of the bathroom door to talk to him "but flattery ain't gonna work"

Just as his eyes narrowed, a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, a little goblin jumped on the bed, having sneaked in without either of you hearing.

Said Goblin, being Emma, your beautiful, smart, nosy daughter.

"daddy!" she giggled, jumping literally on top of him, earning a painful groan from Joel, before he smiled, feigning an attack on her by wrapping his arms around her and bringing her down to him.

"whatcha doing here peach?"

"'m not tired" she explained, hiding her face in his neck

"aw babygirl, you can stay with us for a while, but you have to sleep in your own bed ok?" he murmured, stroking her hair "You're a big girl now"

"mh-mh" she nodded

Your heart warmed as you watched the scene before you, but before you lost precious moments where Joel was too preoccupied with your daughter to realize you still hadn't finished, you went back to your skincare.

But of course, it was all in vain.

Not even a minute passed that you heard him murmur "Mommy's taking a long time huh?" to Emma, who gasped as she answered

"where is she?"

"she's in the bathroom, putting all sorts of stuff on her face"

"what stuff?" She frowned, confused

"stuff she doesn't need" he explained 

You huffed a laugh as you popped your head out of the bathroom, still massaging some serum onto your cheeks "I'm almost done I swear"

"mommy!" Emma smiled wide as she saw you

"Hi pumpkin" You blew her a kiss in return

You watched as Joel murmured something in her ear, something you could very well hear

"tell mommy she doesn't need all that stuff, that she's already beautiful"

Emma didn't waste a second before complying

"You're pretty, mommy!"

You rolled your eyes at him, although the smile on your lips didn't fade one bit

"thank you baby" you stifled a chuckle "but you should explain to daddy that the reason I am so beautiful as he keeps saying, is because of this stuff"

"daddy!" Emma scolded him, turning back to him "You didn't tell me that! You should listen to mommy, she's smart"

He couldn't help but laugh at that, 

God if she wasn't right

"You're right" he grinned "she is smart, and I should listen to her" he said "But you know what would be better? If while she was explaining all that smart stuff she's always saying, she was right here beside us, so we could cuddle with her, wouldn't it?"

Emma considered what he said for a moment before agreeing

"yes" she nodded "it would"

You sighed, exasperatedly, as you finally exited the bathroom, shutting the door behind you

"there, I'm done" you said, climbing into bed "happy now?"

They almost answered in unison, but while Emma yelled her "yes!" as she jumped between you two, Joel's "yes" was much calmer... only a hell of a lot more smug.

He brought you closer with his strong arms, sandwiching your daughter between you and him in a tight hug.

"You're the least patient person I've ever met Miller" you murmured, turning to him with a glare

"And you, sweetheart, are the most perfect one I've ever met."

You rolled your eyes, your mouth once again betraying you

"I better be" you bit down a smirk, watching him grin

"I love you" he murmured, ghosting your lips 

"I love you too assh-" your eyes lowered to where your daughter held onto you, forcing you to censure yourself "I love you too" you said, before he kissed you softly, his hand drawing gentle circles on your waist,

You leaned away when quiet snores sounded through the room, and once you lowered your gaze, you found out why.

"just this time" Joel immediately suggested, giving you his best puppy eyes

"You said that last time too" you reminded him

The pout on him persisted, as he tried harder to convince you

"please?" he begged,

You let out another exasperated sigh, before inevitably, as always, agreeing

"fine" you breathed "but this is the last time"

He kissed you again, and when he let go... you swore your daughter had a smile matching his on her lips.

You would have bet a fortune that this was their plan all along.

[qatarsprint2023]

Birthday morning— OP81

Waking up early isn't Oscar's thing, especially not on his birthday, but he's always, always up for cuddles — Oscar Piastri x f!reader, sleepy Oscar, no use of y/n, implied nsfw content word count: 1.6k a/n: Please ignore that I didn't actually post this on his birthday because I kinda forgot I wrote this in the first place

A soft groan slips past your lips as you slowly wake up, the sun tickling your face. You try to stretch your body but find yourself trapped in Oscar's arms. His embrace is nice and cozy, his bare chest warm against your skin.

Your eyelids flutter a little as you try to get used to the light filtering into the hotel room through the small space by the window you must've forgotten to cover with the curtain last night after you and Oscar got back from the track.

Instinctively your hand reaches for your phone and you squint as the screen lights up, displaying that one picture of you and Oscar his mum took when you were in Australia over Christmas. It was very weird celebrating Christmas in the middle of summer at first. Well, for you at least.

Your eyes flick up to the time. 7:12

With a sigh you let your head fall back onto the soft pillow. Oscar's got you trapped in a hug and you can't even get up to close the curtain in order to darken the room, so going back to sleep is going to be impossible. Great.

You turn in Oscar's embrace so you're facing his chest that rises and falls gently with every soft breath he takes. His hair is a little tousled and his face squished against the pillow. He looks so beautiful with the light from outside gently illuminating his skin in a soft morning light.

Your eyes travel over his features that look so gentle and innocent as he sleeps— he's got a bit of acne like so many people your age, the freckles that adorn his cheeks aren't that visible yet, but as soon as summer comes around and he sees some sun they'll be more noticeable. His skin is smooth, the stubble he was trying out now gone after you convinced him to shave it.

You let your eyes travel down to his arms as you lazily trace your index finger along one, noticing the firm muscles that tense and relax under your touch until you reach his hand. Your hand reaches for his and you absentmindedly start playing with his fingers, admiring how nice his hand looks.

A quiet groan escapes you as your eyes land on the window again. Sleep isn't on the table anymore. Once the sun is up, that option is out the window.

Your finger trails up Oscar's left arm once more, gently grazing his skin with your nail as you do so. He stirs a bit, a quiet grumble making it's way past his lips.

"Happy birthday," you greet him softly as a smile spreads across your face, careful not to startle him. Your boyfriend however only lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement and keeps his eyes closed as he pulls you in closer and buries his face in your neck.

"Come on," you giggle a bit and brush some of Oscar's hair away from his forehead, a soft smile making its way onto his features at the tender touch. "It's your birthday."

"No..." his voice is drowsy, a bit of a lazy whine as his lips curve up slightly into an almost pouty expression.

The sheets rustle a bit as he shifts in bed, trying to get closer to you. His body is so warm, his skin so soft, and you can't help but smile as you wrap your arms around him, stroking his hair with one hand.

"Yes, it is," you chuckle in reply and place a soft kiss against his temple. "And I'm not gonna let you have a boring birthday morning before Qualifying."

"Can it be boring if I'm just with you?" he mumbles, his words muffled and barely understandable with his face pressed against your neck.

Oscar lets out a soft happy sound and his hand squeezes yours, pulling it towards him. "Mh... comfy..." he mutters and moves his head out of the crook of your neck a bit, only one eye open. "What time is it even?"

His words are laced with sleep, his voice raspy, coated thickly in his accent. It always comes out more when he's just woken up.

"Like, 7:15?" you reply and shrug, not bothering to actually check. "Come on, Osc.. Be excited or something."

"I don't wanna..." his words trail off as he mutters something else from under the blanket he's got pulled up over his chin. "It's too early... And you're comfy." In a smooth motion, he runs his hand up your torso to give your waist a gentle squeeze and feel your soft, warm skin against his.

"And you're being boring," you sigh and let your head drop against his. "What if I had something planned, mh?"

A lazy chuckle leaves Oscar's lips as he snuggles in closer to you. "What if I just wanna stay here with you?" he hums a little and lets his body sinks into yours.

"What would you even plan that's better than sleep?" he queries, his voice still a bit raspy and his face scrunched up as the light shines into his face through the window.

"I'm sure I could come up with something," you shrug and nuzzle your face against his hair, pressing a soft kiss there. Oscar's body begins to relax more, melting into your embrace as he holds you close to his chest.

"Does it involve having to leave this bed before I have to head to work?" he asks with a sigh as you start to gently scratch his scalp. "If so, my answer's no. I'd say I'm rather content here."

"Come on, birthday boy," you let out a chuckle and tilt his face towards you, your lips brushing against his. "Cheer up. You're 23!"

"I know... don't remind me," your boyfriend grumbles, but can't help the hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when yours brush against them.

"But it can't get better than this... It's warm here.. and comfortable.. and you smell nice.. what else do I need?" His voice trails off into silence as he relaxes in your arms, sighing contently.

"Aw, so sweet," you chuckle teasingly, nose lightly bumping against Oscar's as you lean forward, causing him to scrunch up his face.

"Mmhh... don't laugh," Oscar grumbles and lets out a soft whine as his lips curl into a pout. He reaches up and his hand finds your cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. "I'm still tired, and you're being mean."

"How am I being mean?" you laugh and prop yourself up on your arm to get a better view of his face.

"You're literally laughing," he huffs but you know he's not being serious. "I just wanna sleep in a bit with you..." His thumb continues to gently rub soft circles on your cheek as he lets the other hand come to rest on your hip, his arm and hand curling around you to pull you against him so you can get a bit more comfortable.

"Alright, alright," you say defensively and scrunch up your face when he leans down and his hair tickles your face. "If that's what you want."

"Exactly. It's my birthday and choose staying in bed," his voice is still a bit raspy, but he's obviously no longer on the verge of falling asleep again. He doesn't seem to want to talk that much, he's content with just holding you in his arms, cuddling.

Oscar nuzzles his face against you again, taking a deep breath. "You smell nice," he tells you again as his hand pulls your hip a bit closer, his eyes closing as he leans his head a little more into you. "Like... lilac."

"I should hope so. I paid some good money for this perfume," you reply with a smile and lean in to give Oscar's lips a gentle kiss. They're soft and the way his hand lands behind your neck almost instinctively makes you feel safe.

Your boyfriend lets out a soft hum of agreement, his lips pressing against yours a little harder, taking the kiss in as he leans his forehead against yours. His grip tightens around you, holding you close as his hand finds your hip and squeezes ever so slightly, his fingers gently tracing the soft dip of your waistline.

You twist in his embrace to grab your phone once more and check the time, which allows Oscar's arms to snake around your waist from behind.

"Almost eight," you mutter with a sigh and rest your head on the soft mattress once more before shifting out from underneath the covers, finally stretching your arms.

"Hey, hey, where're you going?" Oscar inquiries and blinks a little in confusion, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you sit up.

"I gotta shower, baby," you sigh and swing your legs off the bed. "I still have to get ready and we need to go down for breakfast and you have to be at the track by ten."

The smile on Oscar's face falls slightly as you slip away from his embrace, his fingers wrapping around your own as you make your way out of the bed.

"But I just like being in bed with you," he complains somewhat half-jokingly, his other hand reaching out to you as he tries to stop you from escaping.

"Come on, just a bit longer," he whines and lets his head fall back onto the pillow where he lets his body sink into the mattress once more.

"You can come with me if you want," you suggest with a small smile and the most subtle of winks before turning to leave the bedroom in the direction of the bathroom.

At the mention of joining you, Oscar is wide awake, sitting up in bed with an excited smile as he watches you leave the room, his gaze following your figure before he rolls out of bed himself.

You feel a smile tugging at your lips as you take notice of the footsteps behind you and feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, his lips finding their way to your neck, knowing you did manage to make his birthday morning not so boring in the end.

[bigfatbimbo]

Hello! I absolutely love your Vox content and he's currently my character fixation, I wonder if you could possibly write a Drabble or oneshot(whichever you prefer!) with Reader taking care of a wasted TV man? Thanks!

a/n — YES ABSOLUTELY!! I was actually just thinking about this, to be honest.

Also reader and him aren’t technically dating in this because I love pining and have commitment issues.

Vox clung to your neck and leaned his full body weight on you as you struggled to get him through the door.

“Your ssso sstrong,” he remarked, words slurred. He poked your face with his finger and giggled dumbly.

“Fuck, ah, doesn’t really feel like it,” you grunted. It was getting harder and harder to drag the wasted man everywhere.

Luckily, however, you had just made it to your apartment. The plan was to let him sleep in your bed and you would take the couch. It felt like the least you could do.

From the looks of it, or rather how he looked when you found him, he had a rough day. He was sitting hunched over on a bar stool, suit jacket off and bow tie undone. 

By the time you’d noticed him, he was already completely drunk. He didn’t give you much to work with either when you asked why he looked so miserable.

He simply mumbled and stammered about how ‘I do all the work’ ‘never get a break’ ‘just bitching to me about everything.’ It was clear that an all-too-big amount of stress had led him to the barstool. 

So, with all your strength you had helped him walk, practically carried, more like, him back to your loft.

“Mm, your sso pre—ee—tty,” Vox slurred, once again falling into a fit of giggles. If his words weren’t already incoherent, the added buffering didn’t help.

“Uh-huh,” you say, leading him over to the couch where you sat him down.

“My feet hhurt,” Vox whines, eyes dropping slightly when he meets the soft cushions.

It was strange to see him like this. He was usually so composed and put together, and now it seemed he would say anything that came to mind.

“Well, Vox, let’s take your shoes off, then.” You kneel down to untie his shoes and he continues incoherently babbling about whatever thought popped up.

Lots of which, might I add, were thoughts about how pretty and nice you were.

You knew he was going to hate himself the next morning for letting anyone see him like this. So in your mind, you already came up with reassuring words to make him less embarrassed.

‘Oh you were already almost passed out so you didn’t even say anything’ or something along those lines would probably ease his mind.

“Are we go—oo—gonna kiss?” Vox asked dreamily.

“You’re drunk,” you answer quickly. He didn’t know what he was saying.

“Oh,” he frowned, “but we sshould.”

You helped him get up from the couch by hoisting him up by his sides. Unfortunately, Vox had already hooked his arms around your neck and began leaning fully on you, making you wobble slightly.

His giggles started up again as he obnoxiously started poking your face and pulling your hair.

“God, you really are completely wasted, aren’t you?” You remark, mostly to yourself.

His drunken laughter subsided, “‘m sorry. ‘m sorry that ‘m so drunk.”

He sounded just plain sad, like you had unplugged the drain in the bathtub, letting all of his playfulness out.

“It’s okay, sweetie. You had a long day,” you rub his back comfortingly. He sighs in your arms. 

Sweetie, you think, where did that come from? You weren’t sure. It just felt like the right thing to say. 

“mmh, your nice,” his incoherent giggling was back, “ssso nice to m—mh—me.”

Once again, you half carried him into the bedroom and lied him down on the mattress. You unbuttoned his shirt about a third down in an attempt to make sleep more comfortable for him. 

You placed the covers over him and started to leave. You were thinking about leaving some advil on the table for the morning when you heard Vox whine from behind you.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered, words still slurred. “Stay, please.” His hand had a weak grip on your own, trying to pull you closer to him.

“What?” you asked dumbly.

But Vox didn’t say anything else, just pleaded with his eyes for you too stay at least until he fell asleep.

You obliged. You sat down in the space next to him and rubbed his back. He sighed contently and nuzzled up against your leg, as you were still sitting up.

After that it didn’t take long for him to doze off, not before muttering a small ‘thank you.’ 

a/n — I think I’m gonna do a Velvette fic after this. Not entirely sure.

Also, disclaimer, the only reason you go back to your apartment and not his is because i’m not entirely sure where the Vees live.

So, yea, please don’t take your drunk situationship back to your apartment that’s kinda weird.

[callsign-datura]

hi! so idk if you've already done this before but... cockwarming simon/price while they fill in reports?

simon doesn't do it that often. usually when he's too fucking busy to indulge his pretty wife's desires, so he offers to let you sit on his cock while he does reports. as soon as he sees you in the doorway, dressed in that silky lace slip you wear to sleep, he's leaning back in his seat and patting his thigh in a silent order to get your ass over to him. when you're standing between his legs, he has his hands on your hips, feeling you up and going over your curves, the pudge of your belly and relishing in the way your soft skin feels in contrast to his calloused flesh. his fingers grip your hips and he makes a soft grunt as you pull his mask up, crawling into his lap and straddling him, your back arched so pretty. he feels the plush of your tits against him and he's drooling, the ever-building heat in his body growing as he cradles the curve of your ass and pulls you into him. he scoots forward in the chair, your arm locking around his neck and your other hand coming between your bodies, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans and taking out his cock. semi-hard, you give a few lithe pumps before you're lining yourself up. he jolts when he feels your bare cunt against him. "no panties, mh? dirty girl," he clicks his tongue, hands finding your hips and guiding you down on his cock. it's a slow movement, and he's grunting as he sinks into the plush of your heat. your cunt tightens around him and flutters before releasing and he sinks himself further into you, the full length of his cock nudging into you. the head knocks against your cervix and you're panting already. he wraps one arm around your waist as both of your arms lock around his neck, and he goes back to filling out reports, his chin set on your shoulder and his eyes focused on the boring paperwork in front of him. though his mind is dragged to the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him occasionally, he tries his best to get the work done so he can fuck you right. sometimes he'll buck up into you just to hear you whine, the hand around your waist gripping your hip to stall you as you try rocking yourself on his cock. he can't help talking to you, though, encouraging you to stay still; cause he knows it gives you butterflies when he does, and he loves feeling your velvety walls tighten on him. "c'mon, pretty girl. jus' a bit longer, then i'll fuck you proper. gonna have you spread out on m' desk in a bit, promise..."

[tobifuyu]

Heatwave

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

A heatwave hits Tokyo and you have to deal with a clingy, and way too hot, Ran Haitani.

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fluff, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, whiny ran, ran is smitten.

words count: 3.8k

Sleeping in the same bed as Ran means waking up in a furnace. Lanky body stretching over the mattress, long limbs reaching over for you the moment you try running away from the heat.

It’s almost like he can sense you’re not by his side anymore, unconsciously trying to have you back in his arms.

Tonight the air in the room is unbreathable. It’s summer, the humidity makes the city feel way hotter than it should be. You forgot to turn the ac on and the idea of getting up to look for the remote in the dark is so far out of your mind.

“Ran, baby. Let go of me,” You mumble between shallow breaths, still too groggy to care about not slurring your words. You know it’s pointless, though, Ran is never gonna hear your desperate tone unless you arouse him from his sleep.

He is a deep sleeper and he doesn’t particularly enjoy getting woken up.

You try, once again, removing yourself from his hold. It hurts you, knowing how much he likes to cuddle with you in his sleep and how inviting his hands look resting on your skin, but you can already feel the sweat wetting the back of your neck. The moment you raise his heavy arm and lift the blanket from your body, you can hear him groan.

“Mh,” he grunts at you angrily, big palm coming to rest on your hip as he grabs it to pull your frame back into his chest.

God, this annoying man-child.

If he won’t let you go, there’s no other way to go about it if not by waking him up. You really don’t want to disturb his sleep, considering the ungodly hours he does at his job and how much he cares for his beauty rest, but he’s now impeding yours. You feel like dying in this heat and your throat is getting perched as minutes go by.

You turn in his hold, now facing him, shaking his frame as you call his name once again, “Baby please, just let me go, it’s too hot.”

“No,” his answer is raspy and stubborn like the man he is, and he lowers his head to rest it on the plush of your chest as he hums happily.

You let out a sigh of defeat and bring your hands to the back of his head, running the tips of your fingers between his un-gelled short locks out of habit.

“Just know that you’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll be dead,” you’re just kidding, but the statement makes Ran slightly release his hold on you.

“Please, don’t go,” He sleepily whispers with such vulnerability that makes your heart ache for him. You scratch the patch of skin behind his ear and make him shiver in your embrace as you bend to kiss the crown of his head.

You love this man so much, you don’t think you could ever live without him.

You leave another peck on his forehead, then another on his nose as you scoot down to his level. His handsome face is puffy from sleep, and his lavender haze is now focused on you as you move closer to kiss his soft lips.

The press of your mouths together is short and sweet as he finally awakens.

“I’m not going anywhere, just a couple centimeters away from the radiator that is your body,” you try to explain, grasping his clenched jaw between your palms.

“Can’t sleep without you near,” he states as a matter of fact.

You know that is a lie, this man could sleep anywhere and at all times, but you don’t get to protest as he reaches over once again to kiss you. His lips encase yours while his nose rubs against your own, his eyes closing to savor the moment.

You gently push him away, scolding him with your stare as you tell him he’s not being reasonable or helpful, “At least get up to turn on the ac, if you wanna hold me so bad.”

“Or you could just get naked,” he suggests, winking as a smug grin makes its way on his pretty face. You know the moment the suggestion popped up in his head, he’s already getting ideas, you can sense it in the way his fingers are now running under the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Turn the ac on. And bring me some water while you’re at it, then I might even take my clothes off. Just for you,” you try to bribe him, but can’t help hiding an amused smile.

At first you think he’s not gonna do it, but then you hear him let out a groan as he stretches his long body and leaves the bed. Out of the two, he’s the one who cherishes sleep the most, but you’re the laziest.

The beep of the ac as he turns it on and the steps he takes to the kitchen resound in the otherwise silent room as you kick the covers to the bottom of the bed. As promised, you grasp the hem of your shirt to remove it and chunk it in the direction of the sofa, waiting for the cooling air to hit your panties-covered body.

When Ran comes back in the room, you’re slipping back into a slumber, but he pats your shoulder and cradles the back of your head in his palm, raising it to help you drink the cold water you requested.

“Thank you, baby,” you pull him in by the back of his neck as he sits the glass on the nightstand, now moving over your frame as he rests on his bent elbows.

“My pleasure,” he hums, lowering himself to touch your skin with his, hips settling between your parted legs while he pecks your lips, “Mh, I see you did get naked.”

Another peck, “‘course, I keep all of my promises.”

“That’s good,” your arms are draped loosely over his broad shoulders, hands running along the skin as you drag him even closer, “Means I get to be the one making you sweat now.”

Your chuckle gets cut short by his mouth descending onto yours, this time with a purpose. His kisses start slow, lips repeatedly encasing your own, as he sucks the skin enough to make it hurt, pleasurably.

Ran’s tongue runs across the seam of your mouth which you part willingly to let him in, meeting him halfway trying to fight for dominance because you like to irk him, no matter how pointless it might be.

He lets out a moan in your mouth, liking the way you’re fighting back, and your body instantly reacts to the sound by enclosing his hips between your thighs.

Ran starts rubbing against you while his cock hardens. He can already feel how wet you are through the cloth, the both of you only clad in underwear.

“Ran-“ you whisper his name between rushed kisses and the knocking of your teeth. He recognizes the desperation in your tone and reels in it. “Sh, baby. Let’s take it slow, mh?”

He’s doing it on purpose, he likes to drive you mad as much as you do. He’s a generous lover, but does not give without a little teasing.

His lips start carefully mapping out the path that he knows oh so well down your body. He has it memorized by now, and knows where to kiss, lick and bite to make you sound just the way he craves.

Ran reaches your exposed chest, sucking the pebbled nipple in his mouth as he caresses the other breast. You arch your back and press against him. He knows not to leave any part of you unattended, Ran loves to spoil you.

That’s why he can’t bring himself to tell you no when you grip his messy hair and bring him back up for another kiss, one of your hands reaching down to snap the elastic of his boxers over his pelvis, making him flinch and the both of you let out a laugh against each others’ lips at his reaction.

You reach inside the cotton to grasp his hardened length. He’s heavy and warm in your hold, you stroke him a couple of times and feel him get stiffer. With the pad of your thumb you circle his head, “Fuck,” he hisses when you press against his silt, precome collecting on your fingertips.

He’s kissing your neck now, enjoying the slow touches on his hardness, bucking his hips against your hand when you squeeze just a little tighter, “I thought you said to take it slow?” you tease him. Sometimes he needs to get a taste of his own medicine.

He stamps a kiss on your lips, loud and wet, and doesn’t even bother replying to you as he squats between your legs before grasping the sides of your panties. He drags them down slowly, fixed on your cunt getting exposed and the strings of your wetness sticking to the lace.

Ran takes a look at you, hair messy and sprawled on the pillow, cheeks rosy and chest heaving. Your pebbled nipples and spread legs are not the only things giving away how needy you are, “Fuck, so pretty.”

He bends down and your thighs squish his head the moment he laps at your clit. You love when he dives straight in, means he can’t wait to get a taste of you, but the zero warning on his side makes you moan loudly.

You lower your gaze onto his, fixed on your reddening face to memorize every single one of your reactions as he flattens his tongue over your cunt, the tip parting your lips to collect the liquid he has been craving a taste of.

“This wet already?” he snickers as he slaps your cunt with his palm, making you jump. His fingers find their way to your opening to massage and stretch the entrance as his lips are circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth to make sure you start pleading for him.

“Ran, baby. Please, want you inside,” you’re pulling on his hair, trying to get his face away from between your legs.

He complies, your neediness starting to get to him. He would love to spend hours between your thighs as he normally does, but he also knows the both of you are too tired for that, so he makes a mental note to wake you up with his tongue in the morning.

You take off his boxers swiftly, and he lets you because he lives off that look you get when you concentrate while doing something, whatever that may be. He’s just so smitten, if you could read his mind you’d never stop making fun of him. But he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he wishes you could, just so you might finally understand the weight of what he feels. Ran has never been great at sharing his feelings.

Settling between your legs is what he does after. Usually, he lets you ride him whenever he’s too tired to put you to sleep himself, but tonight he just wants you to lay there and let him love you. It’s been a long week of grueling work and he misses you. Craves you so much that he can’t resist your whines anymore.

“You sure you can take me like this, pretty girl?”

“Mhmh, ‘m positive. I need you so bad,” His cock is big, he usually spends some time prepping you, but you seem resolute about this as you grasp the base of his length and position his tip at your entrance. Ran hisses, the feeling of your warm skin brushing his is so delicious. You’re aware of how needy Ran can get when he’s tired, unlike his usual dominant self, and you have to admit you can’t help but feel even more turned on whenever you manage to make him whine for you.

When he pushes in, your jaw goes slack, no sound is coming out of your open mouth other than the deep breaths you take to keep yourself grounded. He is girthy, the very first time you had him made you nearly give up halfway through, but you’ve gotten used to taking him, and the burning stretch is now nothing but a reassurance of what pleasure is gonna come after.

The warmth of his forehead rests on your shoulder as he heaves in your ear, eyes squeezed shut and hands holding the fat of your hips to pin you down tightly. Ran needs a second to collect himself cause if he doesn’t he’s either gonna start fucking into you before you’re ready or just come from the way you’re gripping him alone.

You’re so wet, his cock is slipping in slowly and you can feel all of him, rounded tip and the veins on his length, brushing against your walls. Ran bottoms out but doesn’t dare to move, navel pressed so tightly against yours that when you try raising your hips you have very little wiggle room.

“Ran, baby, please?” Oh, Ran is just delighted. He loves when you call him baby, makes him feel loved and cared for, especially paired with the way you’re stroking the back of his head while cradling him and softly begging for him to move. So of course he does just that, he’d do anything to please you.

The canting of his hips starts slow, the drag of his cock feels delicious inside of you, and you spread your legs wider to make him reach even deeper. “Fuck, pretty girl. You feel so fucking good. S’good.” He’s a blubbering mess, his lips are leaving wet kisses all over your neck, making you moan out when he sucks on the soft patch of skin right below your ear.

“Want me to ride you?” You ask him, not wanting to move from under the weight of his body but also needing him to feel as good and taken care of as he always makes you feel.

“No need princess,” the kisses are now dragging lower towards your chest, he bites one of your nipples between his teeth making you arch your back once again, a sign that he’s collected himself and is offended by how quickly you were ready to take over. He grasps the back of your left knee in his hand, bending the leg while opening you up to him, far more than what you’re able to stretch on your own, and you feel him brush your cervix with his leaky tip. His thrusts are now harsher, he pulls out all the way just to slam back in, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he aims for that spot inside of you, the one he loves to hit while watching down on you as he is now, resting on his bent arm.

All the confidence you were sporting a moment ago is wiped from your face in mere seconds, now replaced by your big eyes filling with tears as the pleasure knocks the breath out of you. “Mh, that’s it, there’s my good girl. Let me do all the fucking now, will you?”

His cheeks are stained red, spit-slicked lips being bitten between his pearly whites as he glances down at where the two of you are connected. “Shit, look at that.” He’s not asking, he’s ordering you and you know better than to let your eyes flutter shut.

The grasp on the back of your thigh doesn’t waver as he pulls out, his other hand fisting the base of his length as he slaps it over your clit, dragging his precome and your wetness all over the reddening skin. He’s making a show of it. “You’re making a fucking mess. S’pretty and wet, all fo’ me. Right? Say it’s all fo’ me.”

The pad of his thumb is rubbing your puffy clit as he awaits your answer, holding back from fucking you until you can’t utter a single sentence anymore, “All for you, Ran!”

“That’s right, pretty girl. This pretty pussy is all mine.”

He slips back in, the squelching sound and panting are the only things your ringing ears can process after his sentence. You’re full-on moaning now, hands holding onto his shoulders as he moves above you. His fingers grasp the back of your other knee, locking both of them in the crease of his bent arms, bending your body at an angle that makes it so easy for him to piston into you, no matter how hard your cunt is clenching down on him. The coil in your lower belly is about to snap, you can’t think straight anymore with the way his purple eyes are staring down at you under the shade of his pretty lashes. “Ra-Ran!” You whine, scratching down his back with one of your hands, sure to be drawing blood. “‘m gonna come, baby, ‘m coming.”

His left hand slithers down between your bodies as he applies pressure over your navel, pushing down with all his might as he abuses your spot from the inside, thumb reaching lower to massage your clit. “Give it to me, pretty, come all over my cock.”

His deep voice is your undoing. You come with a call of his name, tightening your grip around his neck to pull him closer to your quivering body and down for a kiss. You can barely breathe, but the way his tongue sneaks inside your mouth makes the feeling of asphyxiation even sweeter.

Your orgasm is dragged out by his unstopping thrusts, the only giveaway of him acknowledging the fact that you came is the groans and moans the lets out against your lips at the way you’re squeezing him.

“Fuck Ran, baby, too much,” You’re back to begging, but now for him to stop. You’re getting overstimulated, the coarse hair over his length is brushing against your soft spot just right. But he’s relentless and starts to get ruthless in his speed.

You know he needs to come and that he’s not gonna let himself go unless you reach your high again. That’s just how Ran is, ripping one orgasm out of you is not enough for him. It’s not only to stroke his big ego, but also cause that is his way of showing love, of putting himself out there and drilling into your head how much he wants and needs you.

“One more pretty girl, just one more.”

You could tell him that you can’t, that you’re spent, but the both of you know it would be a lie. You want it just as much as he does, and all it takes is a couple more minutes for you to get used to his thrusting again, and for the overstimulation to blend into burning pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god– Ran, fuck fuck–“ You’re swearing loudly, gripping onto his body with both your arms and legs as he fucks into you like he means it. You love the way his frame towers over you, he’s so big and the strength he puts into his thrusts is impressive, hips slamming into yours repeatedly, the pressure of your pelvises crashing into one another is just as good as the way he’s shaping your insides.

“Want you to come fo’ me, need to feel you, my love,” His fingers find your clit once again, he flicks it before rubbing against it with precision, the wetness on the skin aiding his fast movements as he takes you to your end once again. “That’s it, baby, just like that. What a fucking good girl, milk me dry.” He’s holding your chin in a firm hold with his big palm, to keep you from looking away from him as fat tears run down your pretty face.

The sight of you makes him double over, his teeth are scraping your earlobe, Ran’s warm breath hits your neck as he pants and groans. He’s so close he’s lost it, his hips are stuttering and you take matters into your own hands as you buck up into him, your walls are clenching around his length with the aftermath of your orgasm.

“Come for me, baby,” You beg him in between deep breaths, hands tangled in his short locks. You use the hold on his hair to redirect his face in front of yours, planting your lips on his and stealing the remaining of his breath away, just like he loves doing to you. “Fill me up,” you whisper against his parted mouth, an invitation he can’t help but accept as he comes while saying your name, white ropes of cum sticking to your walls and overflowing your cunt as he pushes it back in with his sensitive cock.

“‘m gonna eat it out of you in the morning,” he promises shamelessly, referring to the mess the both of you made as he squeezes your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips at the picture he just painted in your head.

He crashes over your body, kissing your collarbone as he regains his breath.

Your mind is so foggy, all you can feel, hear, smell, and taste is Ran. It’s so euphoric. His movements slow to an alt as he comes down from his high. You feel full, warm, and sweaty and for a moment you remember the reason why you even got in this predicament in the first place, but you don’t care about the temperature of the room anymore as your spent bodies stay tangled together.

“Can’t move, ‘m too tired,” he mumbles against your damp skin, lazy eyes staring up at you apologetically.

“‘s okay, baby, rest,” You lay a kiss on his forehead after brushing away the loose hair, “Thank you for turning on the ac.”

Your voice is soft, you look at him with tired eyes and the gentle rise and fall of your chest is pulling him back under. He thinks he would do anything for you if you asked him.

“Mhmh, can I stay inside?” His eyelids are fluttering closed while you nod, not ready to part from his body just yet, “You’re gonna get cold if I don’t, I know you won’t last long with the ac on and I’m not getting up again, babygirl.” You laugh at his raspy voice, maybe he’s already slipping back into dreamland if he hasn’t realized you’ve already given your consent and he’s trying to bargain for a little more of you.

“You can keep me warm, my love. Thank you.”

And Ran is gonna do just that, not only tonight but every other night for the rest of your lives. He leaves a kiss above your left breast.

“No, thank you… I love you.”

Your heart does a backflip, and you hold him closer.

“Love you more, Ran.”

You’re never gonna ask him to let go of you ever again, no matter how hot it might get.

[fluffylino]

boypussy!hyunjin pt 2

eating your pretty boyfriend out while he's asleep~

-contains mature themes.

the boy looked so surreal. his chest rising and falling so naturally. hyunjin was so deep in sleep, he had not even woken up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open as you came out.

it was still dark. you looked outside. it was raining heavily. lightning and thunder lighting up the sky every few minutes. rain in november? well that was new. maybe winter was finally setting in.

you squinted, trying to read the time on the clock.

6.45 am

no wonder it was still dark. the temperature had dropped. you were feeling colder than usual.

you leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the fresh smell of mud and the sound of rain.

hyunjin was so out. he had a tough day before. dancing and reviewing his steps till he finally couldn't. you pitied him. he was all bundled up in the sheets, his white tshirt crinkled up.

just as you were about to lie back down beside him, you froze. was he whimpering?

"oh my poor hyunjinnie" you whispered to yourself. you brushed his messy hair out of his face, a smile blossoming on your face.

"should i give you a nice reward?" you said, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

he didn't move, clearly still asleep.

you pulled his pants down slowly, noticing the wet patch on his underwear.

"oh so you're wearing the new panties i bought you" your heart swelled. the pretty little yellow bow, matched him so well. you remembered how he kept saying he wouldn't wear it and would prefer wearing his boxers.

you couldn't help it as you pressed your nose against his heat, inhaling deeply, at his scent.

you slid the piece of clothing off, just enough. his cunt exposed. puffy. leaking. begging to be played with.

"you have such a pretty pussy, hyunjinnie" you mumbled. deep down wishing yours looked as beautiful. everything about him was perfect. from his personality to here. your sleepiness temporary leaving you.

poking and prodding at his swollen lips. you could make out the way his muscles clenched and spasmed.

waiting. waiting to be touched.

you ran your tongue against him, all the way up to his clit. his wetness coating your tastebuds.

fuck he was delicious. you sucked on his clit, getting surprised when he began to stir in his sleep.

a whine leaving him. had he woken up? for a second you looked up, realising he was still fast asleep. mouth slightly parted.

you blew on his pussy, loving the way the boy let out another sound. you slipped your tongue into him, moaning at how hot he was. essence leaking out of him in copious amounts. shit you had never seen him so wet. he was dripping down onto the sheets. you slurped it up. not caring at how loud you were being.

"m-mommy ahh-" his morning voice startled you. his voice starting out deep until it turned whiny and breathy as you moved your tongue inside of him. fucking him good. you lifted your head.

"mommy?" you repeated after him in surprise.

"what happened to you wanting to be dominant?" hyunjin hid his face in the blanket covering him. eyes barely open.

"that was when you had a dick hm? when you have a pussy then its mommy who has to take care of you" you teased.

however he was too precious. you couldn't tease him anymore. he was your precious baby. all he wanted was you filling him up. letting you use his cunt for whatever you wanted.

"uhhgh mm-mh" strangled pleas leaving him. it made your stomach do summersalts.

hyunjin was so sensitive in this state. even more so, since he was asleep not even a few minutes ago. a high pitched moan echoed throughout the room when you shoved his legs apart, a cold breeze happening to blow in at the right moment.

he shivered. voice getting stuck in his throat.

"mommy's gonna eat you out. go back to sleep honey"

you waited for him to respond. yet he didn't. you slapped his cunt. hyunjin wailed, trying to move away from you and your dangerous touch.

"hng-nngh a-aah" he moaned out, trying to close his legs around your head when you began to rub his clit in circular motions, all while you shoved your tongue up his pussy.

he was panting, mouth parted and eyes shut.

for some reason your mind went back to when he had made you get on your knees for him. fucking your mouth like you were his toy. it was a stark contrast to what was happening now. you whined. you wanted him in you. you wanted him to fuck you and fill you to the brim. it had been 4 days.

4 whole days since he had magically got a pussy.

you'd never forget this. you could feel him everywhere. you could smell him over the rain. you could taste him.

"i promise ill g-give it all back to you, my love" he let out, quietly

[li0nn3stuff]

Aemond with fake Hello Kitty tattoos

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader 

Warnings: fluff

You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond

To you, it was just too hilarious. Aemond was just sleeping on the couch, shirtless, and it was just too tempting. You bought those fake tattoos ages ago, they were wrapped along with the gum paper. Hello Kitty gums for half a dollar, the cheapest gums, whose taste lasted no more than a minute. 

You chuckled as you went into the bathroom to wet a sponge, and silently sat on the floor next to the couch, wetting Aemond's skin with the sponge carefully, right upper the nipple. Once the skin was wet enough, you applied the Hello Kitty tattoo, and pressed it there with the sponge. You kept it there for a few seconds, then you peeled off the wet paper, forcing yourself to contain stupid high pitched giggles for how good the tattoo came out. 

You just couldn’t help yourself, and you took another tattoo and applied it on his abdomen. Then another, on the other side, then another in the middle, then another on his chest. He was just too cute. You quickly grabbed all the used paper and ran away in the kitchen, throwing away the garbage and putting away the sponge in the bathroom. You quickly took your phone and took a few pictures of him.

Aemond slowly woke up, he scratched his eye as he grunted, looking around as he slowly woke up. He looked down at himself as he moved to sit on the couch, and noticed the Hello kitty tattoos applied all over his chest and stomach, he looked at you, still half sleepy and groaned.

“Y/N...“

Your head pops out in the living room, watching him with an amused smile, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Yes, baby?“

Aemond was about to open his mouth to scream, but as he saw your amused smile he just groaned as if he were on the verge of laughing too. He put his arm on the back of the couch, leaning back comfortably, with a fake annoyed pout.

“Just... Why?“

You bit your lower lip in order to not burst into laughter, yet you couldn’t help but look at how hot he was like this, sitting so confidently on the couch, his muscular chest naked, and all those pretty tattoos all over him.

“I... “ You paused to not laugh. “I don't know what you're talking about.“

“Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about?“

Aemond looked at you raising an eyebrow with a fake annoyed frown, as he crossed one of his arms. He sighed and just looked at the Hello Kitty tattoos, it was so stupid, yet he did find it funny.

“Nope.“ You popped the p as you acted clueless.

“You have no clue or whatsoever, uh?“

Aemond's pout grew, as you replied, still, you could see a barely visible smile under the fake pout. Aemond sighed and just laughed as he looked at you.

You smiled and laughed as you went to sit on his lap, as Aemond leaned back his head on the couch, looking up at you.

“You should keep them, they really suit you.“ You smirked as you caressed the tattoos on his chest with your fingertips.

Aemond rolled his eyes, he wanted to take them off, but you looked just too cute laughing like that. A small smirk was present on his face, and he put his hands on your thighs and just admired how you were amused by all of this childish joke.

“Oh, they suit me?” He grinned at you, amused.

“They surely do.” You nodded, still chuckling.

“Alright, then I’ll keep them.” He smiled and he leant forward to kiss you. You kiss him back happily, and you pull back a few moments later. Aemond shakes his head as he smile, looking down at those stupid tattoos.

"If you took any photo of me like this, I'm gonna kill you." He said, half serious. You chuckled as you shook your head.

"Yeah, yeah, chill. I didn't took photos." You rolled your eyes, still smiling, and he looked at you suspiciously.

"Promise!" You laughed.

"Mh. Better be true." He sighed and he caressed you thighs. “Want to order something for dinner?”

“Sure, use my phone.” You stand up as you go in the kitchen to see what’s there to drink, and that’s when you heard him, barely containing yourself from laughing out loud.

“WHY YOUR LOCKSCREEN IS A PHOTO OF ME WITH THESE DAMN TATTOOS?!”

[mangosrar]

call it what you want part 13

this chapter is ass sorry xxxxxx

“y/n?!”. fuck.

you and matt both turned to eachother with wide eyes, frantically trying to think of a way out of this.

“i thought he was asleep?!” you whisper shouted.

“so did i!” he whispered back.

“y/n are you in there?” chris asked, his voice slightly muffled due to the wooden barrier of the door.

you couldn’t ignore him forever, you had to just bite the bullet.

“yeah chris i’m in here” you replied, turning away from matt and towards the door, squeezing your eyes shut while placing your palm to your forehead, and your other hand on your hip.

“where’s matt?” he questioned, but there was a slight pitch to his voice that made you think he already knew.

your eyes shot open and you turned to look at may again before ushering him to be quiet.

“he uh..” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat. “i’m pretty sure he’s in bed” you replied.

there was a moment of silence, both you and matt stood there staring at the door.

“mh okay, we’ll i’m going to bed so hurry up, or you’re sleeping on the floor” chris said, before walking away.

you couldn’t move. you had been holding you’re breath for the past 20 seconds and you felt like you were about to pass out, the height of the situation making your brain go 100mph.

what would chris say?

would he be angry?

would he be happy?

would he hate me and matt for the rest of our lives?

you couldn’t gather your thoughts, until a giggle broke you’re trance.

of course matt was laughing. while you were stood there with clammy hands and you’re heart beating out of your chest. he was laughing.

“that wasn’t funny” you breathed, snapping your head around to face him, eyes looking up into his squinted ones.

“come on admit it was a little funny” he said, running his hands up your arms, bringing one hand up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, before letting it rest on your cheek.

you just rolled your eyes and shook your head, but you couldn’t help the grin that was pulling at your lips.

when your eyes landed back on matts face, you felt a little vulnerable. he was staring at you intensely, like he was trying to make a memory, studying every single freckle on your face, every scar, every ridge, taking mental notes and storing them away in his brain.

“what?” you whispered, looking up at him with those big round eyes that made his head spin.

he blinked, rubbing his thumb back and forth slowly along your skin.

“how did i ever hate you?” he replied, so quietly, you almost missed it, before bringing his lips to yours softly, letting them linger there for a second, before pulling back only slightly, so his nose was brushing against yours.

“what are we gonna tell everyone?” he mumbled, before pressing another chaste kiss to your lips.

your head jerked back slightly at his question, and your eyebrows pinched together. you weren’t actually sure. it was like you had been in a daze these past 15 minutes, and forgotten about the outside world, about chris, jessica elijah, even the fact that 2 months ago, you couldn’t stand the sight of matt breathing, yet here you were, pressed against him.

“we can’t” you shook your head. “we can’t tell anyone, this has to be just between us” you swallowed, suddenly becoming very uneasy.

matt sighed, pulling away slightly, to get a better look of your face, before nodding. “okay”

“okay?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows in shock. you expected him to protest, or even try and convince you not to keep it a secret.

“yeah, i mean chris and nick would totally freak out, especially chris and besides, jessica and elijah are still in the picture” he shrugged, letting his hand fall from your face, to rest on your hips.

you just nodded at him, he was right, but your chest sunk a little at the mention of jessica and elijah. of course you knew they were part of the reason this was going on, but you thought that might have changed after what just happened.

there was a pregnant pause, matt still studying your face, and yours staring at his chest with a frown on your face. there were a million different scenarios running through your head, a thousand alternate endings and 101 reasons why this could go wrong and why this will go wrong, but you stayed quiet, keeping your agreement in place.

“you should get to bed” matt whispered, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“so should you”. you replied softly, letting your eyes fall closed and your head rest on his chest, breathing in his cologne.

“yeah but i just wanna kiss you more”.

-

“you took your time” chris murmured, keeping his back to you as you climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over you.

“yeah sorry” you replied, laying on your back facing the ceiling, trying desperately to wipe the cheesy grin off of your face.

“matts in bed huh?” he questioned, still facing away from you.

“yes chris” you said, keeping your tone snappy, desperately trying to convince him.

“so why was he in the bathroom with you downstairs?” he asked, turning to also lie on his back, facing the ceiling.

your head snapped round to look at him, but his eyes were facing up, and your whole body tensed up, you thought you had been more careful than that.

“chris.. it’s not what you think” you rambled.

“my brother, in the bathroom, with my best freind, who he supposedly hates, while she’s in the shower…..what is it then y/n? please enlighten me” he said. his tone was harsh as he finally turned his head to look at you with a stoic expression.

you just swallowed and blinked at him with your eyebrows pulled together. you couldn’t defend yourself, and you couldn’t come up with an excuse. there was no way out of this.

“i’m not sure what’s going on y/n, but i know for a fact that matt is going to hurt you. he’s my brother and i love him but he’s a douche bag. he ended up with jessica for a reason so i won’t ask you to stop whatever you’ve started, but please don’t come running to me when he fucks you over” chris’s tone was harsh but his face didn’t change. he needed you to understand.

there was an abundant pause while you processed his words. he ended up with jessica because he was stupid. not because he was a douche bag.

“can you not tell anyone?” you asked meekly. you’re voice so quiet, like if you spoke too loud, the walls of the house would crumble around you. you felt pathetic. not only had you lied to chris, but you were now asking him to possibly lie for you.

he just scoffed and rolled over. once again turning his back to you.

“sure y/n.”

chris wasn’t convincing you, but you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t, but you also knew chris was wrong. matt wouldn’t hurt you, sure he was known for being a douche bag player, but this was different, you could feel the way he feels radiating off of him when he wwas next to you. he wouldn’t. but never say never.

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no more taglist xxxxx

[personasintro]

Halloween Special | Mutual Help

A part of Mutual Help series! | photo credit

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

genre: fluff

word count: 2k+

a/n: this has no plot, basically zero storyline as well but I still hope you enjoy reading this & get more insight into their friendship! this is from the time before their deal!

“Who owns this house again?”

Can it be even called that? Where you and your friends are currently at is more like a mansion. One you barely get to see in person. The rich neighborhood and fancy cars around is enough of a clue that whoever lives in this mansion is freaking rich. It's the type you only see in movies.

“Taehyung's latest fuck.” Jimin responds, looking around the huge entry hall filled with people dressed in different costumes.

“She's not the latest.” Taehyung beside you rolls his eyes at Jimin, correcting him.

“Does she know that?” you question, met with an amused grin.

“No, why would she?” Confusion curls his features. He's wearing an orange overall, an unmistaken prisoner. “She fucks around too.”

It's not like Taehyung sleeps around with the same person. Not that you know much about his sex life, despite he's not shy to talk about it at all. He prefers to do one night stands. It's easier that way, he says.

“And she still invited you and your friends?”

He shoots you a toothy grin. “I guess she couldn't get enough of this cock.”

“Ew, what the fuck!” you exclaim, scrunching your nose as you push him away from you. Taehyung barely budges, laughing at the look of disgust on your face while Jimin rolls his eyes.

Taehyung refused to put a mask on or paint on his face. “I won't be covering this handsome face.”

That's what he told you when you first saw him. His costume is not exactly creative, but he does look good. But that's because he's already handsome and could pull off anything, not just anyone has this privilege.

“I need to look hot, chicks love this kind of costume.” You remember his voice in a cab on your way here.

As for Jimin, he chose more of a flashy costume and unlike Taehyung, he didn't mind to paint his face. Considering you've painted his face, you will take full credit for how good he looks. No need to mention you've painted it based on a picture he showed you. But still! It's your hands that created this masterpiece.

Jimin isn't one of those scary clowns wearing a big curly red wig. He has stuck to his blond hair, slicked it back while wearing what seems like an ancient blouse and pants. If he wasn't your friend, you would definitely think of him as a hot creature. The few eyes and looks your friends have managed to steal says it all.

And you?

You've had the hardest time to come up with any costume. You didn't want to spend too much money on something you wear for one night. Taehyung's ideas were all… too much.

“You should be a cat woman. You know, the one from Batman.”

One of his ideas.

“Be a sexy nurse, everyone loves that.”

It's over done a lot. Every year.

Despite not caring about Halloween parties at all – because you wouldn't come if it wasn't for Jimin and Taehyung – you wanted to look good and not wear one of those cliché costumes that people wear every year. You've seen two “nurses” already and you've been here for five minutes.

“Be a police woman. We can have matching outfits.”

But then…

“No, actually let's not do that. People are gonna think we're together and I don't want to be cockblocked that night.”

It was a nice idea but coming to a party as a police woman just wasn't the one.

“Be a witch. That would go with your personality.”

He joked and earned a slap to his shoulder.

Trying to stay true to the budget, you improvised and came up with your own costume. Okay, you might've bought a dress for this but it was on sale! Overall the costume didn't cost much. You've put some fake blood onto the dress and the corner of your lips. You're supposed to look like a bride with a spooky twist. It's not exactly original either but so far, you haven't seen anyone else dressed like this. You know you could do better if you truly wanted, get more creative. But there's also a budget you tried to stick to. Plus, you've done your make-up nicely, dark but nice.

“Alright, excuse me now, my friends. I see her and I'm gonna say hi.” He brushes past you, already shooting a wide grin toward a girl you suppose lives in this mansion.

“Do you think he's gonna fuck her again?” you ask before thinking. “Actually, don't answer that.”

Jimin laughs beside you, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I wouldn't put it past him.”

“Want a drink?”

You agree, a drink sounds nice. You don't know anyone here. Taehyung and Jimin are only people you know. And considering Taehyung just totally ditched you as soon as he saw a girl he fucked, you're left with Jimin.

“You can go too.” You make sure to tell Jimin when you make your way to the kitchen. The size of it is bigger than the place you live in.

“Don't be silly,” Jimin chuckles. “We're gonna have fun together. Tae will join us for sure later.”

You don't want to think what he's going to do until then.

“Jimin, I'm not a kid. You don't have to babysit me.”

“I'm not babysitting you,” He frowns, mixing the two of you a drink before he hands you one of the plastic cups. “There are too many people. I'm not saying it's dangerous here, but leaving you alone wouldn't sit well with me.”

You do appreciate his worry. Too bad Jungkook couldn't come. Not that spending time with Jimin and Taehyung isn't fun. But you were hoping he could join you too. You've never really attended a Halloween party before. It would be so much fun if all of you could be here.

After finishing your drink and chatting for a while, you get another one and move toward the living room where the lights are turned off, swapped for some party lights. It looks like a proper party here. There are people dancing. You and Jimin find yourself laughing at some silly costumes. You saw a banana costume and someone wearing a horse mask.

You have a good time. Someone Jimin knows joins you for a moment, one of his friends whose name you unfortunately forgot. It's not your fault though, the music is loud and you felt like an idiot to ask him again.

Jimin goes to grab you another drink, telling you to not move with a warning gaze, as if you would run away. Again, you appreciate the worry.

It's not even a minute later when some guy approaches you, obviously already in a good mood and tipsy enough to think he's the hot deal. You politely tell him to fuck off, ignoring the little scoff he gives you. You didn't come here to flirt or hook up with someone. Maybe you shouldn't scare away everyone. It's not exactly everyone though. You just don't like those types of guys who–

“Boo!”

You almost jump out of your skin and curse loudly, palm slapping against your chest as you turn around and see… a Spiderman?

You frown, guard up until the person suddenly takes off the mask and reveals your best friend.

“Jungkook?”

His hair is ruffled from the mask, a bunny grin attached to his lips as he laughs at your reaction.

“What–what are you doing here?”

He said he couldn't come because he had work. A Halloween party is not something you decline the money for, you completely understood that.

“We rescheduled the shoot,” he answers.

“But–wow. Why didn't you say you were coming?”

He grins again, cheekily adding; “Wanted to surprise you.”

You haven't seen him for two weeks or so. Everyone has been busy, Jungkook the most and last weekend you were hanging out with Jimin and Taehyung, he went on a weekend away with Kiko. They had it planned for weeks. So it's nice to see him in the flesh.

“Look at you,” he beams, staring you up and down. “A bloody bride.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “It's such a shitty costume.”

“Don't say that,” he laughs, “You look amazing.”

“I should've tried to be more creative. Just so you know, I could've nailed it. I have this costume in my mind, but I wasn't about to spend a fortune on one night.”

“Smart,” he muses. “What is this costume?”

“I'm not telling you,” you cheekily remark. “But look at you,”

Jungkook eyes himself, looking up with a smile.

His costume makes sense. You've watched Spiderman movies together (all of them) so many times. It's one of your favorite superheroes, both of you Marvel fans, but it's definitely Jungkook's favorite.

The lights aren't too bright but looking at him, you can tell his costume is not one of the cheap ones. It hugs his body perfectly, showing his figure and god–it feels sinful to look from his waist down. You can't do that. He glances behind, turning his body slightly before his attention is back to you. But it's not quick enough for you to not notice his perk ass. But then… Jungkook has always been built differently. He has worked hard for those muscles.

“Stop it,” he laughs at your words, refusing to grow shy. “Behave.”

“I'm not even gonna ask how much it cost.”

“Don't,” he assures you. “Too much for one stupid night.”

You both laugh. “You had a great opportunity to show up as a bunny.”

Jungkook playfully rolls your eyes at your comment, scrunching his nose a little. “Nah. I didn't want to be cute.”

“What vibe you were going for?” you tease.

“The hot superhero, of course.”

“God, you and Tae are the same.” you comment jokingly.

“Where is he anyway? I saw Jimin from a distance.”

“Oh, most likely having his tongue in some girl's throat I guess. Or worse.”

Jungkook laughs at the disgust you show, flicking your nose softly as you pull away. “I'm not even gonna ask.”

“Don't.” you hum, causing him to laugh. “I'm still bummed out you didn't come as a bunny though. You have a face for it.”

Jungkook throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head.

“No, I didn't mean it as an insult! You would look cute as a bunny.”

“We can do that next year. You could be a carrot.”

“Oh god, I'm shutting up now.”

He nudges you, causing you to do the same.

“Kook! Hi! You came!” Jimin joins you, hugging Jungkook right after he hands you your drink.

“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?” you ask. “And you didn't tell me?”

“Kook wanted to surprise you.” Jimin shrugs.

“Yeah, wanted to surprise you.” Jungkook muses, stealing the cup from you as he sips on it.

“Hey!”

“Shush, woman.”

You gasp. Jungkook's biceps bulge as he takes another sip of your drink. “Don't you shush me, Jeon.”

Jungkook gives you an amused smirk, turning his face back to Jimin who speaks again. “Where's Kiko?”

“Oh, she's not here. She had to stay overtime at work, too tired to come here anyway.” Jungkook answers.

“Jungkook-ah!”

Taehyung comes like a hurricane, bumping into a few people as they give him a dirty look, some of them changing their expression right after they spot him. You want to roll your eyes again.

“Let me guess, you knew too.”

“Knew what?” Taehyung asks, confused.

“He didn't.”

“Knew what?” Taehyung asks louder this time.

“That Kook is gonna come tonight.”

“Wait, you knew he's gonna come?”

“Yeah,” Jimin shrugs, “You have a big mouth. You would ruin the surprise.”

Taehyung gasps, “You guys act like it's a big secret.”

“It's not,” Jungkook laughs. “But we didn't want to take any chances.”

“Yah!” Taehyung exclaims. “Let's get drunk.” he adds more calmly.

All of you laugh, making your way to the kitchen. For the rest of the night, you hang out with your friends, savoring the moments. Even when Jimin throws up in front of the mansion in some fancy cut out bush, while Taehyung records him. You shake your head, but not be able to hide your own giggles. Jungkook does the same, holding up Jimin so he doesn't fall into the bush.

It's one of the many memories of tonight that joins the other ones you got to spend and experience with your precious friends.

[strawb3rrystar]

Mornings.

Pairing(s): Rise! Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey x GN! Reader

Warnings: Leo being Leo, Pure fluff

Word count: 750

Rapheal

Raph always wakes up before you out of routine, fitting in a morning workout and training before you wake up. On special occasions, he'll make you breakfast in bed. Giving you sweet kisses all over your face.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Morning, sweetheart." Raph sets the breakfast tray on your lap.

You yawn, stretching a little, "Mornin' Raph."

"How did you sleep?" He asks, sitting in an empty spot on the bed. Making the mattress sink from his weight.

"Good." You answer, picking up your fork "How was training?"

"Well, Raph finally got Leo to wake up early to train with him." He says, triumphantly, pointing a finger at himself.

"Wow. Impressive." You give him an adoring smile "You're getting better at cooking too." You look down at your plate, then back at him.

"Only f' you, sweetheart."

Leonardo

Leo is not a morning person. Opting to stay in bed till noon with you snuggled up against him. He'll practically lay on top of you to get you to stay in bed.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Your finger presses onto the button that shuts off your alarm. You slowly sit up, pulling off the covers and twisting your body so your legs hang off the bed.

You then rub your eyes, trying to fully wake up before you get out of bed. Three-fingered hands grab your waist, sending you back with a sharp pull. You land on your back, hitting your head on Leo's plastron. You yelp, wincing in pain as he lays there unfazed.

"Leo, I swear to god-"

"Mh- Morning." He opens his eyes slightly, giving you a lazy smirk.

"Don't even think for a second that you're getting your way out of this by being cute." You huff, sitting back up, only to be pulled back down. Hitting your head again.

"Leo!" Your hand lands on the back of your head "You're going to give me a concussion!"

"So, lay with me for a little while longer." His eyes are closed as he says this.

You slap his forehead, making him jolt in surprise. "Ow!?"

"Bald ass." You grin, his loud gasp following after.

Donatello

Insomniac Donnie. That's honestly all I can say. 99% of the time you're sleeping alone, waking up to Donnie still working.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You pull the covers over your shoulders on a particularly cold day, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

You glance up at your partner's shell, noticing the battle shell that he wore was not attached.

"Dee?" Your voice is slightly raspy, having just woken up. "Did you stay up all night?"

"Hm?" He swivels around to face you "Yes, I did."

"Why?" You ask raising an eyebrow.

"Needed to finish this." He mumbles, turning back around.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and forcing yourself to get out of bed. While Donnie has his back turned, you sneakily place a kiss on the top of his head.

His body tenses, head tilting to look up at you. "And what was that for?"

"Because I love you." You respond, shivering a little.

"Are you cold? It is pretty cold in the lair today." You nod your head, now realizing how cold you were just standing in your pajamas.

"Do you want to sit in my lap?" He asks, opening his arms.

You climb into his lap, now getting a good look at what he was working on. You lean back into his plastron, relaxing a bit. You then feel a kiss placed on your head, making you smile.

"Love you too."

Mikey

Mikey wakes up before you, he loves to watch you for a few minutes. Your peaceful face inspires him to paint. He'll then wake you up with kisses and cuddles.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You hear your own name repeatedly being called, feeling light pressure applied to your cheek every few seconds. You slowly open your eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room. Or, well, the brightness of Mikey's smile.

"Good morning." He kisses your cheek "How'd you sleep?"

"Alright." You reply, a light smile creeping on your face.

He pulls you up, wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and rolls onto his shell.

"Mikey, I'm gonna fall back asleep if I lay on you." You complain, going over your schedule in your head.

"That's okay, I don't mind." He kisses the top of your head "You can fall asleep on me anytime you want."

"But, I have stuff to do today." You reply.

"You can reschedule," He closes his eyes.

"You're one stubborn turtle, Angelo." You sigh, resting your head on his plastron.

"Maybe... but you love it." You hear him say before you drift back to sleep in his arms.

Star's notes -> Inspired by Mornings with Leo by @kipxer Technically, I started writing this back in july, but reading their fic inspired me to finish it :]

(Requests are open!!)

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[visualtaehyun]

Ep. 9 language notes

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

1 year before Non's disappearance

whatchu doin? sleeping? still doing homework you? gonna go shower mh why? gonna shower too?* you dick hahahaha 🤨 see you tomorrow~ ok see youuu 😊

*This is just dirty implication rather than wordplay, but in trying to find out if Phee did make a pun on อาบน้ำ /aap naam/ (= shower, bathe), I learned a new word which I felt it was only fair to inflict on y'all in all its 'love juice' equivalence, considering how much it fits with the straight-outta-porn vibes of the PheeJin NC: น้ำรัก /naam rak/ = lit. love fluid, slang for semen, cum 🌚 You're welcome for the very useful vocab lesson lmao!

Revealing strong picture evidence - Teacher lures student into running away with him

As expected - Police reveals picture evidence of young male teacher taking schoolboy aboard long-distance bus. Rush to file charges on the basis of abduction of a minor

From the moment the police officer received the report from the parents of young A (fake name) about their son disappearing from their home, without anyone knowing where he'd gone, he feared that the young male teacher [the boy] was close to had lured him away. After receiving the report he therefore took the lead in the search.

[This was a lot of new vocab for me so take this translation with a grain of salt, please!]

The dad switches from พ่อ /por/ + แก /gaae/ (= father/dad used as 1st pers. pronoun + familiar 2nd pers. pronoun) to กู /guu/ + มึง /meung/ (impolite 1st + 2nd pers. pronouns). He also curses:

แต่สุดท้ายไม่มีเหี้ยไรดีสักอย่า�� /dtaae soot thaai, mai mee hiia rai dee sak yaang/ = But in the end, there's not a single fucking good thing [about you].

[jiminiecrickets]

jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 2.3k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, morning sex, consensual somno, oral/handjobs (jk receiving), thighfucking (jk receiving), praise

you wake up in the dark, early-morning chill to jungkook's soft snores beside you. his breaths are soft and even, and in the night he'd shuffled over and buried himself under your arm, using your upper arm as a pillow.

you shift slightly and his fingers bunched in your t-shirt tighten with a sleepy mumble. after a moment of stillness, he quietens, grip loosening.

you exhale slowly, pulling your arm out from under him and laying his head instead on a pillow – his pillow, brought over from his cramped student dorm to live out the rest of its days next to yours. he doesn't move, eyes flickering under his faint-veined lids.

you kiss his collarbone, exposed by the low collar of his large shirt. you trail your lips down his chest, down his stomach, down, down...

when jungkook opens his eyes, he's warm, and it's dark out. a breathy noise escapes his throat involuntarily, and a second passes before he realises and blinks himself awake.

the enveloping heat punches him in the gut. he gasps, spine arching, and meets your eyes, glinting with mischief through the 6 a.m. light. he's not wearing any pants and the blankets are folded neatly on your side of the bed, as usual.

"good morning, beautiful," you hum, licking your lips and lifting your head. "have a nice sleep?"

"g-good morning." he struggles through the words. "mmnh... yeah, but this is so much better... ah!"

you're already dressed for work, crisp white shirt tucked into your black belt. your jacket hangs over the back of the door, ready to go. "mm, that's good to hear. you certainly took your time waking up – it's nearly seven."

 he squeezes his eyes shut to stop himself from looking down at you. he wouldn't last a second longer if he did. "h-how long have you been – fuck—"

your palm glides rough and quick over his hot tip, throbbing and red. "twenty minutes, give or take. why? are you close? you better not get my clothes dirty or i'll be late, and you'll have to pay for our dinner on date night."

you're a fucking bully. he can hear the amusement in your voice as your head lowers out of his vision and the minty heat sinks down easily on his wet, throbbing cock. he shivers. it stings a little, the cold, and he bucks into your mouth, fingers digging into the mattress. you haven't given him permission to touch you.

"y-yeah," he whispers, his voice unsteady as his lashes flutter. the heat coils in his stomach, tighter and tighter with each relentless bob of your head. his whole body feels as if it's about to boil over. the pleasure is so deep, centred hot and pulsing in his belly. "oh, shit! baby, shit – hyung, hyung, 'm gonna come, gonna come – y-you gotta stop, i'll – hmmh—!"

he chokes on his moans, his toes curling as you stay still on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around his base. one hand strokes his hip, and the other squeezes his balls, coaxing his orgasm steadily out of him as he bites back his moans, letting out cute squeaks in their stead.

your slick tongue swirls around his pulsing cock, tracing the vein on the underside and flicking the slit as you gently pull off. you swallow the final spurt of his hot cum, suckling gently on the tip as he shivers and shudders. you drag the flat of your tongue up and down his shaft, even gently taking his tight balls into your mouth teasingly under the guise of cleaning him off. he hasn't looked you in the eye once after waking up, and his blush extends through his whole body, dusted pink.

"your cute little cock is so shy, kookie," you croon, watching him pant and judder as he comes down from his high. he squirms, his thighs trying to press together. "look – it's all red and embarrassed. it's okay, sweet thing – i want you to feel good."

"why are you say-saying it like that?" he whimpers, reaching down in a feeble attempt to hide himself. "i – mh – i hate you..."

"love you, too, baby." you brush off your black slacks and grin down at him, throwing him a wink as you hook a finger under the collar of your waterproof jacket, pulling open the bedroom door. light floods the cosy room. "i'll be back at six, okay? i love you," you repeat, just in case he didn't hear it the first time. he did.

"w-wait!" he struggles to his feet, his too-big shirt falling over his lap and giving him at least some form of decency. "what about you? you didn't..."

your smile turns sweeter, gentler. he can't believe he's calling you gentle – his thighs are still shaky and it feels as if his head isn't quite screwed on right. he can't say that you don't know what you're doing with that mouth of yours. "it's alright, kookie. this week, it's all about you."

"then you'd take into account what i want, right?" he pants, tottering over. he slips his hands over yours and tugs you insistently back into the room, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed. before you can object, he drops to his knees, lifting those dark-universe eyes to yours as he undoes your belt with too much ease.

you let out a sharp breath.

"what?" he blinks innocently up at you. he grins cheekily. "oh, do you think i'm gonna suck you off, too? you're too cute! no, hyung, i want you to fuck something else. something that'll get you off even faster than my mouth can."

very few things can beat his enthusiasm. he nearly tears your pants in his eagerness. he stands, swaying his hips, and smiles as he brings you down on top of him, bouncing gently on the mattress with a titter.

he links his fingers with yours and gently guides your hand down his body, over soft cotton and warm bare skin. he glides your palm over the high curve of his ass, just begging for a feel, and he gasps and giggles as you do. your hand comes to a stop over his thighs, the edge of your index finger just shy of touching his sex. he slides your hand between his legs, skin velvety soft. your breath hitches.

"mhm," he says in agreement, gaze soft with love. "want you to fuck my thighs."

"baby," you breathe.

"i like it," he whispers, dancing his fingertips over your arm. "it doesn't just make me feel good to make you feel good. i like doing this with you."

it's such a dirty thing said in such a sweet voice. your heart races.

"kook, there – there's not enough time," you whisper hoarsely, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering. "i'll have to shower after this..."

"oh, really?" he says through a pout, staring up at you with huge apologetic eyes. he pushes your hand away and turns onto his side. "oh... i guess we can't, then. well. enjoy your day at work, i suppose. your boyfriend will be here, by himself like he always is, waiting for you to come home..."

this goddamn tease.

he gasps and laughs as you grab the softness of his thighs and yank him down towards you – he drags a pillow down with him in one fist. he hugs it to his chest, squishing it against his cheek, and cants his hips higher with an excited bitten grin.

his thighs are thick, muscular, gapless when he presses them together. he moans softly when you stroke them, fingers digging into the firm muscle beneath. you release a breath, cock stirring as the flesh spills out of your hands.

"is this what you want?" you ask softly, squeezing the plumpness of his ass. "been treating you like a princess, treating you like diamonds and gold – but what you really want is to be at my beck and call, is that right? to be under me, taking whatever i throw at you in full stride?"

"s-stop teasing," he whines, wiggling his ass against your cock. he nibbles on his pink lower lip. "i always tell you this is embarrassing a-and you're not making it any better... i might change my mind if you don't touch me s—!"

he yelps as you press your cock between his thighs. your cock nudges his with each thrust and he buries his moans in his pillow, cheeks growing flush and hot as you drag his hips back against yours, quick and rough.

"nngh – wait, slow down, th-they're sensitive...!"

 his thighs are slick with saliva and his own release. the higher you get to the join between his legs, the more he whines and whimpers.

this is the embarrassing part. he's already achingly hard.

the idea of you using his body like this, a simple aid to get yourself off, makes a coiling heat blaze in his lower belly, zinging up his spine. he crosses his ankles, creamy thighs clamping down around your cock. paradise.

the spongy tip of your cock nudges his balls and he mewls, hands flailing and scratching at your body in some effort for more or less. he can't tell what he wants – your balls smack his slick, shining thighs so obscenely, and the ripple bounces his whole body, and you make him feel so good.

it's almost humiliating. you're not even trying to make him feel good.

"what, my baby can't take it?" you coo, halfway between sweet and mocking. you stroke his hip, dragging his hips down to meet your thrusts. your cock, heavy and hot, slides wetly between his inner thighs. "i think you can. don't cover your mouth, love; i want to hear how good this makes you feel."

he shakes his head. he mews, muffled, into the pillow as your cock throbs between his thighs, and his body trembles as you grab his knees and press them harder together. he can't move, can't shy away. you've made sure of it.

"f-fuh – fuck, fuck," he moans, dizzy with white-out pleasure. "can't – b-baby..."

the wet rapid smack of your hips against his thighs makes him croon, hugging his pillow tighter as the mattress squeaks and the bedframe rocks. his cock twitches, precome bubbling from his slit, and he blushes dark, more than a little shy about how deeply the pleasure builds and builds.

"mmhm, pretty thing... it's alright. come for me. come with me, okay? can you do that for me?" your breath grows heavier, quicker, and he nods fervently, clawing for your hand. you offer it and he grips it tight, his breath hot against it, and moans.

the pressure is immense. he clamps his soft warm thighs around you. he cries out, a little whorishly, when you come, every pulse of your heavy cock painting his thighs and stomach white.

you groan softly, throwing your head back, and he babbles quietly, trembling with the weight of carrying that almost-high for so long. he follows you over the edge, untouched and needy, and you can't help but smile at the sound of his shaky, airy moans.

you soothe him, hushing him softly. he melts into your touch. but, because you're a bastard, you pull away, leaving him empty and hollow in the distant heat of not-quite-anywhere. you tuck yourself away, looking more dishevelled than you did when the idea popped up in your head.

"that was cute, love," you chuckle breathlessly, tucking his messy locks behind his ear. "you came without me touching you at all. your thighs are really that sensitive, hm?"

his face glows crimson, his eyes dazed and clouded with satisfaction. "shut up...! i tell you all the time they are. you don't have to keep bullying me about it." he huffs, still panting softly. the bedroom air is warmer now. thicker. "get that stupid smile off your face. 'm not letting you do that again."

"why not?" you trail your warm hands down his sides, turning him onto his back, and cradle his thighs, trembling and tensing with the buzzing aftershocks. he grumbles. "it makes you feel good, doesn't it?"

"yeah... but i don't want it to be at the expense of my dignity."

"dignity?" you laugh. "baby, i've seen you like this more times than i can count."

"well, exposure therapy's not working this time," he mumbles, pressing his flushed face into the pillow. "now go away. didn't you have work to get to?"

"fine, be like that," you tease, moving towards the closet for a new change of clothes. you don't forget to smack his ass and toss your tie at him, which he'll keep safe for you until you return from the shower. he bats it off his face with a pout. "that attitude won't get you where you want to go. after all, i've got you all to myself for a whole week – lotta things can happen in that time."

he chucks a pillow behind him in the general direction of your voice. judging by your noise of pain, he's pretty accurate. "you always have me to yourself, dumbass. now shoo – before i regain feeling in my legs."

your laughter fades as you move away and out of the bedroom. the door shuts softly and he sighs to himself in the darkness, falling backwards onto the bed. he shuts his eyes and holds in a breath in an attempt to steady his racing heart.

if that was how you chose to start off the week – something so simple, and yet you somehow managed to completely fry his brain – he was really looking forward to what else you would do to him. he would never admit it aloud, but his beating heart could never lie.

[talaok]

Chapter three: the woman of his dreams

Pairing: No-outbreak!Joel x married!reader

Series summary: You moved to Austin Texas with your husband due to his job, but your already troubled marriage is about to get more complicated when the contractor remodeling your home, Joel Miller, will enter both of your lives.

Chapter summary: Monday has come, and not without surprises

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Joel’s pov

"Mr. Miller?" she called, her whole body stretched out to reach that oh-so-high shelf in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He appeared behind her "What is it, doll?"

"I need help" she pouted, turning to him

" 's that so?" he smirked, grabbing her waist and leaning into her to whisper in her ear "What do you need help with y/n?"

The giggle that left her throat made him almost groan "With the shelf Mr. Miller" she scolded him "I can't reach that bottle"

"poor thing" he cooed "Here, let me help"

Their bodies were glued to one another's, and neither of them missed how his crotch rutted against her ass, and the way both their breathing quickened.

"there you go darlin'" he murmured, handing her the bottle and not even dreaming about leaning away.

Her hair smelled of peaches and strawberries, and her body... her body felt too good against his own.

"thank you, Mr. Miller"

"anytime," he said, losing himself in her eyes and the look of that perfect mouth of hers.

"Is that all you needed help with?"

She caged her bottom lip between her teeth, and he felt ready to burst.

"no need to get shy now, doll, you can tell me"

She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes

"well there is one other thing..."

"oh yeah?" he murmured, turning her around by her waist so she could face him better "what's that sweetheart?"

"I-" she murmured "Well I think you know Mr.Miller"

"I think I do too" he smirked again "But I want to hear you say it"

"I need you to-" she whimpered "I need you to touch me,"

"Oh pretty girl" he growled "You should have said so sooner" he breathed, his hands starting a slow journey up her body, caressing every inch of her.

"what else do you need?"

She stood up on her tiptoes

"kiss me please" she moaned.

"you want me to kiss you?" he teased

"yes please I want you to-"

And before she knew it his lips were on hers and he was devouring her.

She was sweeter than honey, sweeter than heaven itself.

He grabbed the back of her legs, not leaning away for even a second, and she jumped up on his waist.

"god you're so beautiful darlin'," he said, setting her down on the table "So so pretty" he murmured against her neck, before starting to kiss each and every single piece of skin on it.

She threw her head back, only giving him more space to worship.

"I'm gonna help you now" he breathed, undoing his belt and pants "I'm gonna help you real good"

"My husband is in the other room Mr. Miller"

"then you're gonna have to be real quiet, doll" he whispered to her ear "can you do that for me?"

"I can do whatever you want Joel- anything you want"

He chuckled, finally freeing his cock "You shouldn't say things you don't mean now sweetheart"

"I mean it" she smirked "Anything"

"fuck me" he grumbled, his forehead falling to hers

"I think it was you who were about to do th-"

DAD!

mh? No that's not right

she was meant to say-

"Dad!"

What?

"Dad wake up! Your alarm has been going off for like ten minutes!"

He opened his eyes just in time to catch the pillow flying to his head.

"Wh-" he squinted, trying to get his eyes and brain to start working "What's going on?"

And then, it all came together.

Sarah was scowling at him from the end of the bed, and the sun was shining through the blinds he had once again forgotten to close before going to sleep.

"What time is it?"

"It's 7:40"

He turned to his right, the alarm agreeing with his daughter.

"Shit" he sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Yeah" Sarah half smiled at his clear state of confusion "Good morning sunshine"

__ __ __

Good morning my ass

The shower's running water wasn't doing anything to silence the constant thought going through his mind.

What is wrong with me?

that's all he could think

yes, she's beautiful, the kind of beautiful that strikes you and never lets you go, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to just stop and stare-

Fuck I gotta stop

But, and let's focus on the but, she's married, as in she is a wife to a husband, and she's my client, my paying client who I have no right dreaming about

especially that kind of dream

In all his years as a contractor, never, had something like that happened,

He could still feel her soft skin underneath his palms, the plump of her lips against his-he could still hear those tiny whimpers, the moans, all the soft little noises coming out of those perfect parted lips and into the thick air-

No

No.

I'm not doing this

You know what I'm doing? I'm getting dressed and going to work- to her house-

Fuck

__ __ __

"what are you doing in my house?"

"is that how you greet your little brother?"

"I let him in" Sarah interrupted

Joel stopped in his kitchen to look up and down the man eating fried eggs straight from the pan.

"he's eating my eggs"

"Uncle Tommy don't eat his eggs" Sarah scolded him, clearly done with both of them.

Joel grabbed the pan before his brother could steal some more.

"you're grumpier than usual today" Tommy coked an eyebrow, sitting down next to Joel at the table.

"which is saying a lot" Sarah snorted, watching the pair as if they were a show.

Joel shot both a look, grumbling something under his breath.

"Sarah said you didn't hear your alarm"

"It went off for like twenty minutes" Sarah added

"You said ten before"

She shrugged "Same thing"

"You never oversleep- or sleep for that matter" Tommy continued " 's there something going on?"

"shut up Tommy" Joel struggled to get his tone to remain even

"What? I'm just looking out for my big brother"

"I was dreaming alright?" Joel sighed "That's it"

"oh" Tommy's mouth opened and closed before slowly twitching into a grin "Oh I get it"

"shut up" Joel repeated, struggling to swallow the food.

Screw Tommy and his ability to figure him out in a second.

"Maybe it's just time to raise the volume of the alarm" Sarah chirped in, completely oblivious to her uncle's amusement "Y'know considering your age and everything"

"very funny" Joel grumbled, getting up to rinse his plate

"I'm just saying"

"Y'know what, maybe I'll do that" Joel raised an eyebrow "Can't wait for it to wake you up every morning"

"No" Sarah's eyes widened "No ok I take it back, don't do it"

Joel almost smirked "Too late" he shrugged, walking up to her to place a quick kiss on the crown of her head.

"have a good day, babygirl"

"You too Dad"

He glanced to his right

"Tommy get your ass up"

__ __ __

Why his heart was racing as he knocked on the door was well beyond him.

Today just kept getting worse.

But before he had time to mentally prepare himself, there she appeared, the woman of his dreams... literally.

"Good morning" Her smile would probably be able to light up a whole town

He cleared his throat to try and not sound like a 13-year-old going through puberty.

Flashes of his dream kept flooding his mind.

"Good morning" he managed a small smile.

her eyes looked tired, like she had just woken up, but that something in her that felt almost intoxicating was still very much there

"Come on in" She gestured.

"Hello m'am" Niall nodded, entering the house with everyone else.

"Oh" y/n smiled "I see you haven't informed them, Joel"

Joel grinned

Why the fuck was he grinning?

"I forgot"

"You can just call me y/n," she told the man "No need for ma'am"

"Alright," the blonde nodded.

"So this is everyone" Joel stated "Niall, Kevin, and Tommy," he said, pointing at each one

"Nice to meet you all" she greeted "If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me"

"We won't" Tommy told her "thank you"

"No problem" she offered him a smile "Well I won't waste any more of your time, Joel you know where everything is so-"

"right" He nodded "Uhm, why don't you guys start bringing stuff in?" he turned to the men behind him, and they obliged after a moment of confusion.

"What a crew you've gathered Mr. Miller" she joked, once they were alone.

He would have laughed if it wasn't for the images flashing in his mind at the name.

"They're my best men," he said "Tommy's my brother so-"

"That's why you looked so similar" she laughed "I was wondering the whole time"

"yeah" he smiled, getting lost in the sound of her laughter for a moment more than necessary "so- uhm-" he cleared his throat, trying to also clear his mind "You know how the other day you told me that stuff about meeting people?"

"yeah sure"

"Well I was talking to my daughter the other day- and she- uhm- she suggested this book club she goes to" he said more like a question "and I was just- I just wanted to tell you"

"oh" she breathed "I-I'm sorry but isn't your daughter like... young?"

"oh!" he gasped "Yeah no- they do a book club for adults in the same place- that's what I meant"

She let out a soft chuckle "Of course" she smiled, looking up at him "that's-that's really sweet Joel, thank you. I'd love to go"

And once again, she flashed that smile of hers at him.

"I'm glad" he managed, looking back at his truck to avoid her gaze

"I better go help them out"

"of course," she said "and thank you again"

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Im sorry i know this is not great ive been feeling like shit

[love-toxin]

mh. I'm totally normal about the thought of getting married to the Steve Harrington, luxurious rich kid and caring babysitter extraordinaire as well as your high school sweetheart. he's such a doting husband and as newlyweds you're practically stuck to each other at the hip, enjoying your fancy honeymoon off in those exotic places Steve always promised he'd take you with a glass of champagne and your fingers laced with each other's. which also means that with all that alone time, you're really getting to work on making those six little Harringtons that Steve so desperately wants.

however, after about a year of trying with no results, both you and Steve are devastated to find out that his chances of producing are extremely low. possible, but improbable, even with medical intervention. Steve's so heartbroken he even fears you might leave him (which is just ridiculous) but after an incredible amount of comforting he eventually manages to comes to terms with it all. but that doesn't mean he's giving up, not at all, because you still have that dream of raising children together and he's not going to deprive you of that.

and it's through that line of thought that Steve comes upon a solution, a very unconventional one in every sense of the word. he's learned from his own parents that blood doesn't necessarily make someone a mother or a father, so he can compromise as far as the pure genetics of it all--but there's one person he knows he can trust to give his wife a child, someone safe enough to ask and freaky enough to agree to the conditions.

Eddie. Steve's decided to run the idea by you, the plan he's cooked up; how he could get Eddie to father your children for you, so you two can have your babies without putting either of you through all those painful and expensive processes that would come with other avenues. and he could get a good chunk of that money that you both know he could use, plus he'd get to fuck you, (with supervision from Steve of course) the girl he'd had a crush on all throughout high school and fantasized about even when Steve had scooped you up. it's a win-win, Steve's so confident about that. he just doesn't yet know what emotional turmoil the whole experience might bring on, when he's watching his friend go balls deep in his pretty wife and hearing her moan as she's bred for her husband to watch. how he's gonna very quickly realize that he likes watching you two go at it way more than he should, and that he's seriously gonna have trouble sleeping when all he can imagine when he closes is eyes is Eddie screwing you, breeding you like a feral animal, and teasing about giving you a bump and making you a pretty little mommy to send home to Stevie. and when he starts fisting his cock during his morning showers to the thought of all that, pent-up and needy even though he's been on you way more than usual, you notice. and it makes it much sweeter when you craft your own plan with Eddie under your husband's nose, so you can surprise your sweet, loving hubby with an extra special present for making each of your dreams come true <3

[esquen]

please write a jude bellingham smut where his mum and dad walk in on you and you have to face them in the morning

awkward ;; j.b

in which ;; jude and his girlfriend get caught by his mom

“missed you, so much.” you sighed out, feeling jude’s hip retract and push back into you. “mh, missed you too.” he bent down to place a kiss on your pouting lips as you watched him move inside of you.

“jude?” you heard a voice and jude immediately jumped off of you as your head whipped towards the door. when you looked, it was already closing.

“shit!” he whined and stared at the door then at you. “was that your mom…” you whispered nervously. “yeah.” he sighed out, laying next to you. “just, go to sleep. that’s tomorrows problem.”

“i didn’t get to cum, though.” you frowned. “i’ll help you when they leave, okay?” he brushed your hair out of your face and invited you into his arms, watching as he wrapped them around you.

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in the morning, you woke up to the sound of plates clanging and the stove turning off. you felt jude stirring next to you, waking up at the same time.

“hey baby.” you smiled at him as he placed a kiss on your lips. “hungry?” he asked as he sat up. “and horny. more hungry though.” you giggled and pulled the sleep shorts that were abandoned on your bed.

“c’mon, lets go.” he motioned for you to follow him when he finished changing. “scared to hear what you parents are gonna say.” you whispered as you walked down the hallway.

“it’ll be okay.” he shrugged it off and watched as jobe ran across the living room to grab your dog.

“mornin’ jude.” jobe greeted, picking up the dog and sitting down on the couch. judes parents whipped their head around at the name, immediately trying to hide their giggles.

“hey jobe.” jude smirked and walked over to his parents who were almost ready to go. “we made you both breakfast sandwiches, they’re in the microwave.” his mom giggled, pushing the juice back in the fridge.

“we’ll be back at six, we gotta get your cousins birthday present.” jude’s dad side eyed his mom who snorted a bit before putting a smile on her face.

“be safe!” she called out and walked towards the door, jobe behind her. “i wish i could stay, they won’t let me though.” jobe rolled his eyes and his mom hurried him out of the house.

they heard one last giggle leave her mouth as she shut the door, the three finally out of the house. you sighed out and looked at jude.

“went a lot better than i thought it would.” he smirked at you.