#mmm not going to regret that tag

[jventureart]

I read a fic (this one!!) with post retirement kks & gai. There is a scene where they visit hokage naruto, and sauske is there, and it's ✨️uncomfortable✨️

[brick-a-doodle-do]

i've got to ask this it's a legal requirement,, what episode of dhmis had the most impact on you (both the youtube series and/or tv show!)

ALRIGHT! I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE TV SHOW & THE YT SERIES :DDD

spoilers for dhmis & tumoasd below !!

overall a lot of them were unsettling not even in a visual sense just more like psychologically. like the scene in the yt series with yellow guy crying when red is pressing all the buttons touched me more than some of the more dramatic tv shows i've watched, no clue why!

i think "transport" had the biggest impact on me. just red trying so desperately to get out of a pattern and things just not working out, and then the ep ending with lesley putting them back at their house. idk how to describe why it had an impact on me but it definitely did more so than the others. also maybe death and yellow being just at a total loss without duck.

joke tiktok audio aside, "stop saying stuff like that, you're not supposed to say those kinds of things" just made my head go brrr. i really love media that just kinda dip into the "this isn't right" category

tumoasd spoilers below,,,

tumoasd hit that in a nice way. like that one scene near the end where things keep repeating as tommy is trying to cling onto life and it get drastically worse with wilbur "breaking character" to remind tommy that "we did this before" or "it isn't real" or "you need to let go" y'know? it's just sad.

anyways i feel like transport kinda hits that too!

[pissfizz]

Hmgh

[zorrasucia]

you cannot say they had mirror sex in the bathroom and not give us the entire thing 😭 thank you for part 4 it was amazing as always!

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!!! <3

It's a little fluffier than usual but here you go:

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] Deleted Scene: [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Domesticity, Virgin!Carmy, Mirror Sex, P in V sex, Fingering, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

It was a quiet night with Carmy at your place. You had dinner and watched a movie. Well, half a movie, you had both fallen asleep on the couch, wiped out after a long day. You woke up to some indie song playing over the credits. Carmy was breathing peacefully, his head on your chest and your arms around him. It was a crime to wake him up but you were both going to regret it if you actually spent the night intertwined like you were. 

You squeezed him.

"Carm..." you kissed the name into his temple. 

"Mmm?" 

"Let's go to bed, baby."

He shook his head and buried himself deeper into your embrace, his curls tickling your neck. 

"Well, I'm going to bed. Last time we fell asleep here I was sore for days. And not the kind of sore I like," you joked.

Carmy let out a resigned huff and kissed the inside of your arm. He helped you to get up, dragging his feet to the bathroom while you got changed. You joined him as he brushed his teeth, your elbows touching, sharing tired looks. Carmy leaned against the counter, waiting while you washed your face. There was a tenderness about him. You couldn't resist kissing him, slow and sweet, the minty taste of toothpaste tickling your tongue. 

You opened your eyes and saw in the mirror a glimpse of Carmy's bare torso, the muscles of his back beautiful in the dimly lit bathroom, and your hands caressing all over. It did something to you. And so you kissed him again, a little harder this time, keeping your eyes wide open to see the way he moved when he was caught up in wanting you...

"What're you looking at?" he asked when you parted for breath and he found your gaze fixed on the mirror. 

You blushed. "Well, believe it or not, I find you very attractive."

"Oh?" he tilted his head, sleep still clouding his thoughts a little. 

"You look very nice when you kiss me, is all," you explained and he huffed in disbelief. "You do! I promise!" 

You grabbed his waist and turned around with him, your back now to the mirror. You got close, an inch away from his lips, and instructed him: "Don't close your eyes," and you kissed him with all your might. 

You could picture it: his tattooed hands grabbing at the satin of your sleep shirt, his toned forearms pulling you towards his body... 

If his sharp inhale was any indication, he enjoyed the sight just as much as you did. 

"Fuck," he said against your mouth after a moment. "Can I just-?" his fingers touched the thin straps on your shoulders. You nodded, feeling the slippery fabric pool at your feet a second later. 

He held you, hands roaming your back, marveling at the reflection, the way you shivered with his touch. He kissed you with newfound fervor, biting and grabbing greedily. It made you feel wanted - but also a little left out. 

You swayed in his embrace so that you were both able to see. 

He turned you around, your back to his chest, holding you close by the waist. Your fingers carded his hair leisurely, admiring the picture of you two together. You saw his hands roam over your body, kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples, closing on your neck. His breath tickled your cheek and his eyes were dark with lust, transfixed on the mirror.

"Fuck," you exhaled. Your hands joined his, encouraging him to squeeze a little harder. "Yes."

Something animalistic took over Carmy and he turned you around and cornered you, a little rough, your cheek to the wall, and started kissing your neck, your shoulders, your back while he got rid of your shorts. He kept stealing glances at the mirror every now and then. His hand snaked between your body and the wall, and cupped your pussy. In the reflection, your face was flushed, full of want, mouth open, a perfect match for Carmy's. You thrusted into his hand, involuntarily grinding your ass into his clothed cock, making him groan and get even closer to you. He nipped at your earlobe while two of his fingers went inside you, hooking up to hit your G-spot. 

"Shit," you sighed, feeling your knees buckle. "We're going to need a condom, huh?"

Carmy chuckled into the nape of your neck, the rough facade fading away. You escaped his attentions for a few moments to get one from the bedroom. You returned to find him completely naked, the head of his cock covered in precum.

In the mirror, you could see the strain on his arms as he rolled the rubber on his cock, then grabbed your thighs and pinned you against the wall. 

"Carmy..." you mumbled into his neck, his hard on teasing at your entrance. You arched your back; the sight reflected was straight out of porn. 

"Look at you," he praised.

"Shit, look at you," you said back, swaying your hips so that he could watch himself moan, face a little sweaty and jaw slack.

He thrust forward, slow and deliberate, drawing a low groan from you. 

"Fuuuuuck, yes, fuck," you blurted out when his cock went inside you.

He hummed appreciatively: he loved when he could hear how much you were enjoying yourself.

He moved, almost all the way out, and then a snap of his hips made you roll your eyes and exhale sharply. He did it again: snap, bottoming out, snap - just this side of painful, almost loving in its forcefulness. 

"Please, please," you keened. 

"Mmm?" Carmy looked so blissed out he could barely speak and you couldn't blame him in the slightest. Your eyes locked in the mirror with his blue ones, and you held tighter to his broad shoulders, anticipating. 

"Harder," you pleaded.

And he was all too happy to oblige. You turned into a pliant mess: legs shaking, boobs bouncing, pussy squeezing the fuck out of his cock. He went faster, the sight of himself buried deep inside you egging him on. 

"Just like that," nonsense spilled out of your mouth, his hair grazing your cheek. Your ankles locked behind him and his hips kept rutting into yours. "You look so good inside me," you praised.

"Yeah?" he exhaled, his eyes were glazed and half lidded. You kissed the side of his face with your mouth open, tasting salt. 

"So fucking good," you insisted, you were close and, judging by Carmy's jagged breath, he was too. Your eyes wandered over his body, his tattooed arms, veiny hands, muscular shoulders, and taut legs. All enclosed by your embrace, all yours. "Mine, you're mine." 

It slipped - soft, a confession in your half lit bathroom. 

"Yours. Completely," he replied immediately. He wasn't even watching anymore, eyes shut, engulfed in you. His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, every breath he took a full bodied experience. "Take it," he punctuated with a hard thrust. "Take me."

You shivered in his embrace, losing control of your limbs. He kept on, holding on just enough for your release. 

His knees gave out and you found yourselves lying on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. 

"That was fire," he said, heaving. 

"Some of your best work, Carm," you managed to quip, feeling boneless and giddy. "Three stars."

You raised a hand for a high five that he returned; it ended with your fingers intertwined in his and both of you laughing breathily. 

You remained there for a while, looking at the ceiling, groggily trying to come up with reasons for not installing a mirror above the bed you shared.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly. “Baby,” he tugged at your wrist. “C’mon. If we fall asleep on the floor, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You hummed in agreement, not quite coming up with some clever remark about how now you were sore just the way you liked. Instead, you let him lift you up and carry you the couple of steps that separated you from the bed, inhaling the smoke and lust of his skin. 

"Hey," you called softly, "I love you."

He settled behind you on the mattress, one arm over your waist.

"Love you too," he breathed into the nape of your neck.

~

@th3h0nkz

[irisintheafterglow]

Quarter (opla!zoro x you)

summary: there's not much stability in his line of work, but at least he has you.

wc: 0.7k

cw/tags: descriptions of blood and injury, explicit language, mutual pining and unspoken feely feels

note: can be read as a standalone or with parley and no prey, no pay that exists in the same universe! hope you like it, something short and sweet for my favorite himbo man :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

“We need to stop meeting like this.”

“What, sneaking through the window or invading my house at ungodly hours?” 

“Both,” he grunts, “though, I do regret not bringing those flowers you like.” He plants his feet unsteadily on your rug and you guide him to the sitting area of your room, helping him lie back on the loveseat. “What were they called? Bastards?”

“Asters,” you correct with a small chuckle, calmly retrieving the med kit from a nearby cabinet and grabbing a wet towel from the bathroom. His grimace softens as you sit in front of him, gently pulling back the blood-stiffened fabric on his torso. He flinches when the towel starts to wipe away the caked on blood and debris and you apologize absentmindedly. “Who’d you piss off this time?” 

“Marines,” he says through gritted teeth while you soak the towel with alcohol and dab it across his wounds. You give him a pointed look and he weakly shows his palms in surrender. 

“I thought we had an agreement not to get involved with Marines.” 

“Some asshole got mad that I was taking his targets and put a hefty bounty over my head,” he says unconvincingly. “Ran into a few obstacles on the way here.”

“Were you followed?” He scoffs and immediately winces from the movement, cursing under his breath. 

“Of course not. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let anyone find you here,” he promises and it makes your heart flutter. You were slowly rubbing away at the chalked line between you and Zoro, one that separated you from being more than friends. Though you didn’t know much about having close friends, you knew they didn’t look at you the way he looked at you now. It was too fond, too tender, too devoted. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. 

“Mmm, my knight in shining armor,” you tease and he glares at you half-heartedly. “Or, maybe ‘outlaw in tattered street rags.’ How does that one sound?”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” Your face suddenly feels like it’s been set on fire and you’re grateful that his eyes close so he can’t see what he’s doing to you. “How long do you think it’ll be ‘til I’m hunting again?”

“The unselfish part of me says a day,” you murmur, wrapping the gauze around his body that you knew like your own. His chest is completely uncovered now and you want to laugh at the irony of the shirtless, god-bodied swordsman lounging in your bedroom.

“What’s the selfish part say?”

“However long you’d let me keep you,” you murmur and he peels open a single eye to look at you, really look at you. “I miss you, you know, when you’re gone. It’s embarrassing.” He’s quiet, a thoughtful look crossing his face. It wasn’t often you left him speechless; he couldn’t tell if the airy feeling in his head was from the nausea or from you. 

“I miss you too when I’m gone,” he answers just as quietly after a long moment of silence. With both his eyes open, his attention stays trained on your face as you reach out and brush a strand of green hair from his forehead. Your fingers on his skin feel electric every time, like he was being struck by white-hot lightning. “You shouldn’t have to stay up waiting for me.”

“But I will,” you reply without hesitation and pain blinks over his features. “Why the face?”

“I can’t do this to you,” he confesses and your heart plummets. Of all the words he could have said, those were the ones you didn’t want to hear. 

“Do what?”

“This,” he insists, gesturing vaguely between you two and acknowledging the unresolved tension that pulled you closer to him like a magnet. “You deserve more stability than a come-and-go bounty hunter.”

“What makes you think I would want anyone else?” The earnestness in your tone stumps him into silence again and you can’t help laughing a little bit. “You know, for being the most feared man in the seas, you aren’t that self-aware.”

“I think part of my mind shuts off when I’m with you,” he says in that raspy voice that finally makes you crack, closing the distance between you two and sliding next down to him on the couch. His arms receive you as naturally as blinking and you can feel your own inhales and exhales relax as you both sink into each other’s safety. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes. 

“I think I can make a pretty good guess,” you yawn and settle further into his body. “You’ll stay for a few days, then?”

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me to.”

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[zoromuse]

want you (need you) pt. 2 | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first.

characters. Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Shanks, Nico Robin

general cw. aphrodisiacs (obv)

a/n. based on this and this ask. also tagging @h3rfave bc she seemed to want robin a lot for these headcanons. thank you for all the support on the first part, hope yall like this one just as much <3

part one

PORTGAS D. ACE

cw. slight manhandling, squirting

I think he’d be the one to suggest it, he’s really open to trying anything in bed.

He immediately regrets it, the feeling is so strong, he’s never wanted you as much as he wants you now, but he’s trying to hide it. 

He’ll put his hat over his lap, trying to hide the boner he got just from seeing you on the other side of the room, just as horny as he is, yet you look more composed about it. 

He’ll walk over and throw you on his shoulder as he takes you to bed, and he doesn’t need to say anything to know you won’t be leaving his arms any time soon. 

“Take your fucking hand off, I wanna hear you” he says, referring to the hand over your mouth that muffled all of your moans. You couldn’t, not with all the embarrassing sounds you were making, so you shake your head “no” with teary eyes, hoping he’ll take a pity on you.

He doesn’t.

He’s quick to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull it back, making you gasp at the sheer force of his grip, or maybe it was because of the strength of his thrusts, you don’t know anymore.

Everything is so messy, your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, your pebbled nipples graze against his chest, bringing all the more stimulation to your body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but you’re so sensitive to every single one of his touches, it’s almost humiliating. You’re so close, and he can tell with the way you’re becoming more vocal, your moans just a few octaves short from being downright pornographic.

“Ace, Ace-!” you say, throwing your head back, feeling your orgasm take over your body, shaking and trembling under his unrelenting grip. “‘m gonna… mmm fuck, Ace!”

“That’s it, cum f’me” he pulls out and swipes his fingers across your clit while your juices squirt out against your will, too fucked out to even notice the mess you were making of his sheets.

TRAFALGAR LAW

cw. lowkey mean dom law, lots of dirty talk, mirror sex, full nelson, mentions of dumbification

You’d have to provoke him in order to get him to agree.

“What, you’re afraid you can’t handle it?” 

He tries to keep his usual facade, even though the sweat on his forehead gives it away.

You’d have to be the first to give in, he’s too prideful to ask for it. 

He’s definitely going to tease you all night about it too. 

“Look at that” he says, pointing to the large mirror in front of you, and you’re embarrassed at what your reflection shows. You have a mess of tears and drool running down your cheeks, and what’s more, he’s holding your legs with his arms hooked around the back of your head, putting your cunt on full display for the mirror.

“And I’m the one who can’t handle it? Look how much you’re creaming around me” he says, fucking into you at an agonizingly fast pace. He’s so fast, so deep, it’s too much. He was right, you were the one who couldn’t handle it.

You’re leaking like a faucet down there, your slick covering his cock and leaving the prettiest ring of white around the base of his cock.

“Oh… you got tighter when I said that, you like creaming around my cock, huh? You’re such a messy little bitch”. He’s right, you’re being so messy, crying his name out in hopes he’ll take it easier on you, but he’s not stopping any time soon. “Are you gonna cum again? That’s right, make a mess for me. I’m not done though, I’ll make sure to fuck you until you go dumb, see if you can handle that, pretty”.

SHANKS

cw. manhandling if you squint, a little bit of dirty talk

I think he’s willing to take it, but he definitely won’t be giving in first. 

He’s gone for long periods of time sometimes, so he’s familiar with this feeling. 

And as much as he loves you and wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you until you’re babbling nonsense, he also really wants the satisfaction of winning, so you’re definitely going to have to give in first.

“Aw, giving up so soon, that’s a shame”

His big hands hold you in place when he enters you, pushing past the ring of tightness to be wrapped in your walls. 

“So good for me, taking it all like a good girl” he whispers, his chest is pressed to your back and his breath shuddered against your skin, making you arch into his touch. 

“You’re so wet, were you thinking about me?” he asks. Of course you were, who else could you be thinking about but the man who knows exactly how to touch you to make you melt in his hands? “Did you need me to take care of you, huh?”

“Yes, need you so bad, S-Shanks… want more, please!” you say, and as soon as you do, his hand is pushed against the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow that muffles all of your moans as he fucks you harder. 

“You want more? This pretty pussy’s already sucking me in, and you want more?” he says, laughing at your mindless request, but if that’s what you wanted, he’d be sure to provide for you. 

NICO ROBIN

cw. oral (f!receiving), fingering, scissoring, desperate robin

Probably the most hesitant out of everyone, but still willing to try it if you’re up for it.

The only way you would be able to tell is if you payed close attention to her, the way sweat was gathering at her temple, and her legs were crossed tightly, too tightly.

I think you’d both give in at the same time, mostly you.

“I just wanna kiss you, nothing more”, and then you were doing more.

“Robin! hm…” you bite your lip, her tongue tracing experienced circles on your clit, while she used her fingers to prod at the spot that drove you crazy. 

Too soon, she stopped touching you, her slick covered finger slipping out of you, leaving you with a disappointing emptiness. 

You all but pout at this, until she’s putting one of your legs over her shoulders and guiding her pussy on top of yours, her arousal mixing with your own as she’s now pressed against you.

“Need m-more,” she says, breathless, almost as if trying to explain herself. You don’t need an explanation, you quite enjoy seeing your usually composed girlfriend this desperate. 

You’re reveling in the sight of her sweaty body on top of yours when she takes you by surprise and starts grinding against you. She’s different, she’s usually so calm and collected, even when it comes to sex, she likes to be gentle with you, and take her time to enjoy every moment she has. This time though, she’s messily humping you, sloppily rubbing her clit against yours in an attempt to chase the high she needs. 

You wish she would show this side of her more often, because you love the look of pure bliss she has on her face when she’s cumming, half lidded eyes that are practically begging for more, and mouth agape from calling out your name in the middle of her euphoric high, all the while still grinding into you. 

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[markster666]

KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #7 (Praising)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, Not a lot of plot, pet names, praising, praise kink, breeding, possessive!Alastor

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 425

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes.

As you lay in your bed, trying to get some well needed sleep, your mind drifted to the other night. The night when you and Alastor finally had your first time, his words still ringing in your ears.

After you had teased him all day, you finally popped the golden question, the question you probably should've regretted but found yourself not.

"Alastor, if given the chance, what would you do to me?"

"Well, my Dear..."

Alastor began, his voice low and seductive.

"First, I'd tie you up securely somewhere comfortable but restrictive, ensuring that you won't be able to resist me. Next, I'd tease you slowly, running my hands and tongue all over your body, tracing every curve and crevice, driving you wild with desire. Then, I'd start to undress you piece by piece, revealing more of your tantalizing flesh to my hungry gaze. Once you're completely naked, I'd tie you down on the bed or table, whatever surface I find most suitable, and begin to explore every inch of you with my tongue and fingers. I'd suck and lick every sensitive spot, teasing your most intimate areas until you're begging for release."

Sure enough, that is exactly what you found yourself experiencing just a few moments later.

"Oh, my Dear, you're so beautiful and perfect, I can't help but praise you constantly. Your body is made for pleasure, designed specifically for someone like me to enjoy. You've found yourself a true master in me, someone who will worship and adore you until the end of time. Now, lie back and let me take care of the rest."

Before you knew it, he was deep inside of you.

"Mmm... You're so tight and hot, no wonder I couldn't resist you..." 

Alastor would moan in pleasure as he continued to thrust harder and faster into you, his long black tentacles wrapped around your body.

"I never thought you could handle someone like me... You're so perfect... Mmmm..." 

Alastor would groan, his eyes glazed over with desire and lust as he lost control of himself completely, his body shaking with each powerful thrust.

"You're driving me insane... Your body is perfect, so warm and wet... I can't believe I'm finally taking you... You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it..." 

Alastor would moan, his voice slightly strained as he continued to thrust into you faster and harder.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and I'm going to make you mine forever..."

The moment his seed coating your insides, you knew you were.

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 13

"Aren't you sick of me yet?" "I've had worse company."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SUNDAY, 11AM

Y/n woke up with only a mild headache, wrapped in the warmth of Clyde's body. His arms keeping a tight hold around her waist, she could hear him quietly snoring into her neck making her smile. She moved her legs slightly causing Clyde to bump his knees into her thigh.

"Mmm good morning." Clyde kissed Y/n's shoulder and gave her another squeeze as she rolled to face him. She noticed that he had taken his hearing aid out last night so he could actually sleep. She loved how safe he felt with her.

"Good morning." Y/n smiled watching Clyde open his eyes.

"How are we feeling?" Clyde asked concerned and looking her over.

"Like my head has been run over but other than that, I feel good." Y/n rested her head on Clyde's. He kissed the top of her head wishing he could pull the pain from her hangover out of it.

"I would love to just stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing." Clyde sighed reaching over and putting his hearing aid back in.

"But Sunday is my laundry day." Y/n laughed.

"I respect the organized laundry day. It's very responsible of you." Y/n commended.

"I can be quite responsible. I even separate them before I wash them." Clyde teased making Y/n laugh.

"You are far superior to me. I just throw it all in together. I hate doing laundry." Y/n explained stretching out for her phone.

"I can teach you my ways but first I need to eat. I was thinking pancakes? In the event I still have all the things in my fridge." Clyde got up from the bed and walked over to his little kitchenette to search for the essentials.

Y/n saw she had a missed called from the nursing home. She listened to the voicemail they had left on the phone and it was the head nurse letting her know that her dad took a fall but he was okay. This sent Y/n into a silent panic. She tried to call but the call wouldn't connect.

"Hey can I borrow your phone?" Y/n crawled over the bed to snatch his phone before he even answered. She didn't want to call the nursing home on Clyde's phone so instead she set up an uber ride. The smells of pancakes started filling the apartment and Y/n felt terrible she was going to have to leave so abruptly but she had to find out if her dad was okay.

"Okay I don't want to blow your mind too much but I have been known to make a pretty decent pancake so prepare yourself to be impressed." Clyde tied his hair back while he cooked and Y/n pained watching him.

"Hey, I actually have to get home. I forgot I promised to visit my dad today and he gets upset when I flake." Clyde turned around quickly.

"What? You can't go. I thought we were going to be lazy...eat pancakes...do laundry." Clyde frowned unsure of what was happening.

"Arent you sick of me yet?" Y/n teased putting her hand on his chest but he continued to frown.

"I've had worse company." Clyde pulled his hair from the hair tie and Y/n touched his face.

"Please don't be upset with me. I promise I will come back. I just have to get a few things taken care of first." Y/n had taken off Clyde's clothes and put her own clothes back on before while Clyde sat quietly on the back of the couch. She threw her bag over her shoulder and stopped in front of him.

"Thank you for a really great weekend. I haven't had this much fun in a long time." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Clyde on the cheek. He nodded his head at her.

"Yeah it was a lot of fun." Clyde instantly felt regret. He knew she was going to forget. She didn't even give him time to put pants on before she was running out the door for her Uber. Just like that she was gone and he was left with nothing more than an empty apartment and cold pancakes.

Clyde plopped down on the couch and stared into the void of his phone as the Uber app tracked Y/n's car all the way home. He felt like an idiot, watching as it didn't head towards wherever her dad might live but her own apartment. He tossed the phone on the coffee table and shook his head.

"I'm such a fucking loser." He whispered to himself, running his hands down his face. He refused to let this turn into hurt. He had to keep moving or else it would drive him crazy. He jumped up from the couch and started packing up all his dirty laundry in the sack for the laundromat. He usually did his bed sheets once a week but the moment he picked up the pillow Y/N had used, he could smell what was left of her scent. He wasn't sure if it was her perfume or body spray but it was a sweet scent that absolutely didn't belong to him.

He decided to leave the sheets and pillows where they were and take the clothes instead, making sure to grab his cum stained pajama bottoms from last night and shoving them in the bag first. He debated whether or not to throw away the shirt that Y/N puked on but just decided to also throw it in the bottom of the bag.

"Hey love birds! I brought coffee!" Snow burst through the door with a tray of coffee cups and a smile only to push her sunglasses up and see Clyde standing in his underwear, white shirt with a laundry bag in his hands.

"Where's Y/N?" Snow asked confused.

"Gone. She had stuff to do. Took an Uber about an hour ago." Clyde went back to filling the bag and Snow sat the coffee down.

"Did you guys not talk it out?" Snow asked crossing her arms over her chest. Clyde nodded his head.

"Yeah we did. We talked and I apologized for making her feel like I didn't want her and she forgave me." Clyde explained.

"Are you sure she forgave you? Maybe she's a Cancer. They say they forgive all the time but hold onto that shit." Snow paced.

"Well she must have forgiven me enough to dry hump me until we both came but maybe I read the situation wrong." Clyde threw his arms out in anger. Snow stood shocked.

"You broke your rule! Clyde! You broke the rule for her!" Snow covered her mouth with her hands. Clyde's rule was put in place for a specific reason and he didn't usually like bringing it up because it brought him pain. Pain that Snow had to really help him get through.

"Yeah I did and she immediately got up and took off so a lot of good it did me." Clyde shook his head as Snow closed the distance between them with a hug.

"Oh my God! You're in love with her. I'm so happy for you." Snow hugged him tightly and Clyde didn't return it.

"Are you missing the part where she took off as soon as she woke up?" Clyde reminded and Snow rolled her eyes.

"Okay well maybe she really did have shit to do. Did she say what it was?" Snow questioned.

"She said she forgot she made plans to visit her dad but when she called an Uber she schedule the route to her apartment." Clyde explained as if he had some big proof that Y/n had completely blown him off.

"Clyde...she said she was visiting her dad. She can't just go see her dad covered in cum. Some of us have decent father figures and want to keep it that way." Snow laughed. Clyde honestly hadn't thought of that.

"Did she at least say she wanted you to call or that she would come back?" Snow asked gripping Clyde's shoulder to comfort him.

"Well yeah..she said she promised she would come back but I don't know Snow. What if breaking my rule bites me in the ass?" Clyde was geninely concerned that his feelings were much deeper and he was going to be let down but Snow didn't seem to pick up on those vibes.

"Maybe it will be a fun. kinky ass bite. I don't know if she seems like someone who would be into ass play too much though." Snow kept a stern face making Clyde shake his head with a stupid smile.

"I hate you." He grunted zipping up the huge laundry bag.

"You wish you could hate me! She's going to call! She's absouely smitten with you, best friend!" Snow pushed Clyde by the side of his head and he moved the hair from his eyes.

"I hope you're right." Clyde sighed picking up the bag and taking a cup of coffee from Snow's tray. In order for Clyde to not dwell negatively, he knew he was going to have to keep himself busy all day or at least until Y/N called.

[hyperfreaksating]

NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - Interlude

Heyyyy everyone ! Two updates in a day, I'm on fire. (ง'̀-'́)ง

Note : This is just a soft interlude happening between Part IV & Part V ! Not big things, just fluff & a slice of the life you're sharing with Buggy in the circus.

No trap, no angst (I promise). Just silly things ! (✿´‿`)

Part V is fully written and it's a BIIIIIG part, it may come out tomorrow, I'm a bit scared ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Hope you'll like this lil thing !

Tag : FemReader x Buggy, no use of Y/n, no description except for hair color.

Content warning : silent treatment used against Bugs

[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]

You joined Buggy’s boat for a few months, and you don’t regret it. Even if the two of you are emotional messes with shitty personalities and big egos, even if you often miss your former crew, the straw hats. The days pass, punctuated by strong (and very stupid) arguing, passionate encounters in every dark corner of the boat, and the craziness of the circus.

It’s only the beginning of your journey, but before going further, let’s talk about your life on the ship.

SILENT TREATMENT.

Every morning Buggy wakes you up with a hot brew of your favorite drink, before kissing you on the forehead. He's surprisingly good at being a boyfriend.

However, this morning he must have started the day badly leg because he is really unpleasant to be around, to say politely.

When you wake up he is doing his signature makeup, grumbling.

"Everything's ok Bugs ?' 'mmm.. AH YOU MADE ME MISS MY LINE, FUCK YOU" he screams before leaving the room without even looking at you.

Fine. Someone just earned a day of silent treatment.

Yes this is toxic but you're dating Buggy the clown soooo who is surprised?

He's too self absorbed to notice you're silent treating him at first. 

Start noticing him on a very random subject. "Did anyone see my daggers ? - They're in our room Reddie  - Nobody ? Fine I'll borrow yours then Cabaji."

He starts to freak out about it, trying everything he can to get your attention but since you're very fierce yourself, it kind of  turns in an ego battle.

He ends up putting in place a great show just for you, including Richie carrying his detached head in his mouth and jumping in a ring of fires to place it at your feet where he grins, saying "tadaaaam", his floating hands theatrically gesturing in the air.

Seeing you applauding and cheering he thinks you finally notice him

 But you run to Richie and scratch his ears  "that was amazing Richie ! Good boy !"

Bugs runs into your private quarters after yelling insanities to both you and Richie and lock the door behind him

You knock at the door. "Come on Bugs I'm sorry I was just teasing you"

Finally let you enter and you have to comfort him, telling him his show was great and no you don't prefer Richie to him.

SHANKS

After a few months he finally trusts you enough to talk about the Shanks topic.

The tattoo on his shoulder was a common tattoo with shanks they made in a bar when they were teenagers. Shanks has a red ball at the same spot, looking like Buggy's nose, alongside with a pink benny hat like the one Bugs used to wear back in time.

After Shanks left him behind, he grabbed a tattoo machine and started scratching his shoulder himself to erase it.

You listen carefully, suddenly conscious of the damages you did leaving him twice. 

He ends the night sobbing, arms around your hips.

"You'll never leave me again Reddie, hu ? - No.  - promised ? - promised."

In the middle of the night you wake up.

He's talking to you with a very soft voice. It’s almost scary how soft he is.

".. so lucky to have you, I love you so much, you're my biggest treasure, I could do everything with you by my side, please never leave me again"

"mmmmm love you too Bugs"

He screams, he was really sure you were asleep

"NO THAT'S FALSE I DON'T LOVE YOU YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF" 

Sends you a pillow on the face and dramatically fall on the floor.

You gently pull him back to the bed, and caress his hairs  "Fine Bugs, I don't-love-you too." 

THE NEW ZORO 

You miss your former crew sometimes, especially Zoro, who were kind of your bro there. 

One day, you have to work with Cabaji for a dagger throwing sideshow.

He's not very talkative, has partially green hair and deadpan a lot.

"Do you like drinking? - Well, like everyone in this crew, wh... - FINE you will be my new Zoro :D"

He doesn't really understand why but you apparently decided he was your new BFF … ?

Not as good as Zoro for punchlines, tho :(

"Wait, this guy Zoro killed my brother!"

He understands why Buggy loves you. Not that he thinks you're lovable, but you fit him very well.

Actually you kinda look like your captain / lover at some points.

"Oh no there are two of them…"

~

AHHHH I ACCIDENTALY PUBLISHED THIS AS IT WAS UNFINISHED I hope nobody saw it ಥ_ಥ See you soon for part V !

[baraqi]

knock, knock

tags + warnings ghostface!sunoo, dom!sunoo, afab sub!reader, smut + horror/stalkerish type themes, unprotected sex, fem terms/pet names (doll, girl, baby, pretty, sweetheart, angel), thigh riding sorta, faux sympathy, nipple play, dumbification, crying, breeding, a lil degradation (whore, slut, filthy, naughty, toy), praise and somewhat softer towards the end, thank u to mei for helping me out with this ur the realest🤞

but they didn’t. instead they called again. and again.

but they didn’t. instead they called again. and again.

but they didn’t. instead they called again. and again.

you groaned as you answered after the third time. “hello,” annoyance evident in your tone.

“watch your mouth.”

it was a guy’s voice, you could’ve sworn you’ve heard before. whoever it was, who the hell do they think they are trying to reprimand you as if you should love to talk to strangers on your weekends.

“what do you want? i’m not interested in buying anything,” you said, fidgeting with the collar of your shirt.

he chuckled, sending goosebumps down your arms. “oh, baby, i’m not selling anything,” he replied, “i do want something though.”

“what the fuck is this guy talking about?” you think to yourself. “okay who are you then?”

“for someone who doesn’t wanna talk, you ask a lot of questions.”

you rolled your eyes, pacing around ur room.

“oh don’t be like that.”

you froze. “what the hell are you talking about?”

“don’t play dumb, sweetheart.”

you turn around and are faced with a figure in a black shirt and pants. as you look up, you’re staring directly into two black holes, faintly making out eyes through the dark mesh material.

you go to yell but he covers your mouth before anything more than a squeak can come out, making you fall backwards onto your bed. he shushes you as he strokes your face, wiping the tear that escapes your eye. he shoves his thigh between your legs.

u whimper, making him chuckle. “you’re so cute when you’re helpless, angel.”

your cunt clenches, and you hope he didn’t feel it.

“oh, what’s this, doll? this turning you on? you’re so filthy.” he removes his hand from your mouth.

“who the fuck are you?” you raise your voice, quickly regretting it because you have no clue if this person has a weapon.

he sighs and whips the mask off, tossing it to the floor.

“sunoo?! what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he was your classmate. you never talked to him much but you’d catch him looking at you for a split second a lot, but you chalked it up to him just looking at the whiteboard. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t stare at him sometimes too.

“i told you i wanted something, pretty, didn’t i?”

“well a knock or something at least would’ve been nice!” you retorted.

he pouts then smirks as he talks “you’re no fun.”

“what do you want from me?” your voice shakes.

“aww baby’s scared,” he strokes your cheek with his thumb as he whispers into your ear, “do you have a boyfriend, sweetheart?”

u hesitate. “n-no. why is it your business?”

“hmm, maybe because i wanna give you what i know you want. i know why you wear such short skirts on days i see you.”

he palms himself through his jeans, groaning while he throws his head back with a smirk. you can’t help but grind your clothed core against his leg, which he notices immediately.

he unbuttons his jeans, sighing at the relief from the confines of his pants, lightly tugging at the base of his cock. you get more and more desperate with every second. you continue moving your hips along his thigh as you lift your tshirt up to entice him more. he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue and then gently sucking on the perked bud as you moan.

“fuck you’re gonna be the death of me,” he pants as he takes his shirt off and his cock out of his boxers. “mmm undress for me, angel,” he groans while he strokes himself.

you sit up and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side, and slide off your pants, wet patch on your panties clearly visible.

he reaches forward to rub you through your panties, you whimper at his cold fingers meeting the soaked fabric. “such a needy whore.” he brings your panties down your legs and sticks them in his pocket. you spread your legs for him, “please, sunny, i need it, need it so bad,” you whimper.

he raises his eyebrow in surprise. “god, when did you become such a little slut?” he kisses you passionately, running his hands all over your body, making you arch your back. “dolly want more?”

“mhmm, fuck please!”

he smirks as he aligns his cock with your entrance, teasing your folds to hear your needy cries before slowly sliding in until he’s fully inside you, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around him.

he let out the most enchanting noises as he thrusts into you, releasing throaty groans with his mouth open and head thrown back every time you clench around him.

“fuck i love when you beg. keep going, pretty girl. tell me how badly you want sunny’s cock,” he breathes out while he starts to tweak your nipples between his fingers to bring you closer to your release.

“need it so bad please, sun! so deep, please please i need you,” you cry.

“god you want everyone to hear, don’t you? what would your parents think about this? legs spread n crying for cock from someone who broke into your house. naughty, naughty girl,” he says as he slaps your thigh, making you moan.

you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, blurry with tears and mind so hazy from how good you feel. all you can do is roll your hips up to meet his and frantically grab at his arms to pull him closer, making him smile. you want to drown in him.

“fuck yes sun i’m yours!”

“oh, angel. you’re such a good toy. such a perfect pussy, all for me to stuff full. you wanna cum, hm? wanna make a mess for me? shhh,” he coos while leaving kisses on your neck and the tear streaks adorning your face, trailing his hand down your body to rub sweet circles on your throbbing bud, still ramming his dick into you. “sunny’s here, baby. i’ll take care of you. keep this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum. go ahead, angel, i’ll catch you. be a good girl and cum for sunny,” he whispers and kisses you passionately as your slick walls hug his cock tighter than ever. you can’t help but yell out in pleasure as you both reach your highs. you feel hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside of you while he spreads your cunt out to see it trickle out the sides where his fingers hold your lips apart. he moans as he fucks his cum into you, littering your neck with love bites. you whimper at the full feeling in your tummy and he holds you close, cock still inside you as he whispers in your ear. “that’s it, baby. such a good girl.” you hug him close as you tremble from the impact of your orgasm still coursing through you. he smirks against your neck, satisfied.

[sunny-speaks]

Hello ! I've read your fanfiction about a 14dwy academical rivals to lovers AU. I loved it... and know I'm obssessed. Could you please give us more headcanons ?

Academic Rivals! [REDACTED] x Reader Headcanons

Ahhh! This is my first ask and I am more than glad to answer! I am so sorry I took so long responding,,, but I do hope you enjoy!

Characters: [REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

(also to @14dayswithyou you can make as many additions as you want to this au, anyone can! a tag or two would be cool,,, but I don't mind not being tagged! i just can't believe i'm the first to write academic rivals-- but ill gladly claim the au!!)

So… [REDACTED], huh? Out of all the people at your post-secondary education institute, you chose the asshat fuckboi?

…Not a bad choice.

What, you falling for him because despite that hugeass brain (and his even bigger dick), he doesn’t make you feel like you’re dumb or inferior to him?

What, you like the fact that he treats you with borderline reverence on the inside yet willingly chooses to joke around and banter with you because it’s attention nonetheless?

What, you like the fact that he’s crazy dedicated to you and would never cheat (unlike a certain *cough* Teodore *cough*) on you?

What, you falling for him because deep down he is crazy, down bad for you and just wants you to want him as much as he wants you?

Well, you’re in for a ride if you even muttered a ‘...sure’ to any of those questions, because boy… does [REDACTED] deliver.

So maybe you say you hate him, but do you really?

Would your gaze drop from his eyes to other places on him and back up to him if you detested him as much as you say?

Would you continue bantering and teasing him like you do if you really wished he were dead?

Mmm, nah. He didn’t think so.

He knows you well enough to know you don’t actually hate him. You just rather think you hate him.

Oh, you loved the tension that came with rivalry, didn’t you?

Don’t worry, as long as you did, he did too. &lt;3

He may have gone to therapy for some of his family issues or deep rooted self-esteem issues, but that won’t change anything in the way he loves you.

He loves you sooo much, and he knows how smart you are as a person and believes in you so much… But he can’t help but worry!

He promised he’d leave his life of lies behind… but until you’re safe, he can’t stop what he’s started…

So, yes. He will ‘obsessively’ love you. But it would be less… ‘secretly following you in real life’ and more ‘just checking through the cameras.’

Something that hopefully you wouldn’t be aware of any time soon.

After all, you had a real communicative relationship with him now!

Why would he jeopardize that?

Better yet, if you ever feel unsafe from other stalkers, you could always stop by his place. He’s probably stronger than you if you want someone intimidating around to scare off the creeps!

“Hey, [REDACTED]?” You hesitantly asked, god, this was embarrassing… But he was the only person that you could go to that would hopefully not ask too many questions about your request.

You hated his guts, but at the end of the day, if you had to admit it (to yourself, never to him, God forbid), [REDACTED] was a dependable guy. And he seemed to respect you at times…

So that meant he was one of the people you trusted.

“Yeah, angel? Do you want some help with tutoring? Y’know, cause I’m sooo smart?” He made some offhanded comments with a snarky tone as he gathered his items into his bag before seeing you were serious. His grin fell. “Ah, sorry. …What is it?”

“Well- Uh— I-” You stammered, regret flashing through your face. Did you really have to ask him…?

No.

It was a problem, hopefully they’d help you out.

No matter how rude or condescending he acted, [REDACTED] was a good person nonetheless. He does realize that there are days you’re not up to bantering with him and leaves you alone… And days where he makes sure you’re not sick under the guise of it not being a fair fight.

Well, they wouldn’t like all this hesitation…

Better to be blunt about it. “I think I have a stalker.”

His face immediately fell to concern, “Shit. You’re sure?” He quickly shoved everything into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder as you gave him a brusque nod. He hesitantly hovered his hand over your shoulder, giving you a worried look, “That must be horrifying.”

[REDACTED]’s lip furled into a disgusted frown just thinking about the assholes out there who had even dared to scare you a bit. It was none of their goddamn business to stare, even breathe the same air, as his angel.

The fact that they had the gall to follow you around? Atrocious.

You let out a stuttered breath, body tensing at the adjective he had used. It was horrifying. You didn’t know where this stalker had come from… All you had known was that there was supposedly a creep on the loose and you didn’t need any sort of pervert interested in you… “I d-don’t need your concern, dumbass.” You gave him a quick, approving tilt of your head, letting him rest his hand on your shoulder, contrary to what you had huffed under your breath.

Something about the warmth of someone else grounded you, tethered you back to the world. It was a lot nicer than that paranoid feeling you’d been carrying with you lately. You hadn’t seen anyone you were close to, not wanting to bother them…

But with [REDACTED], it just felt… easier? You weren’t quite sure.

“I was just… y’know wondering if you might… wanna have me over for a couple days?” You awkwardly chuckled, maybe this was too much to ask of him… How could you phrase this so you didn’t seem too vulnerable…? Especially in front of your jerk rival. “I know you might not handle my presence with you for so long, you might even combust from being so close to me… My apartment just doesn’t feel… too safe right now.”

His face immediately softened, eyebrows unfurling from worry to concern and comforting features made their way to his face. He gave you a small smile, “Angel, you can drop by anytime you want. I don’t have experience with…creeps like that.” His mouth curled into a snarl, but immediately was washed over with a kind smile, “But if you feel more secure with someone like me around, then I’m more than glad too.” He paused, a smirk making its way to his face, “But I hope you aren’t doing this to scope out your competition. Wouldn’t be trying to find a flaw of mine, now are ya?”

Your body relaxed, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Before you heard his last quip at least.

You let out an annoyed and flabbergasted noise at his quip before rolling your eyes, “Oh? You’d be so flattered, wouldn’t you, [REDACTED]? I don’t even need to scope you out to beat you…!” You stopped before sighing, “But… Thanks for letting me stay at your place, I guess. I’ll need to pick up some of my shit at home before we go, that alright with you… 2nd place?” You jeered at the insult. After all, what were the two of you if not competitors for the highest mark in the class?

Friends? You scoffed at the notion fondly, if he were to ask, you wouldn’t say no.

But that was for you to know, and for him to never discover.

He softly smiled to himself, more than glad to see you back to your nature before looking down at you than winking, “Won’t be 2nd for too long, angel.”

You stared at him, beckoning him with you on your way out of the class, “Gonna walk me to the car? Can’t hurt to have people gape out my intellect without you there to rub it in. We both know I’m better anyway.”

He let out a series of breathless chuckles, “That’s my considerate rival now, always putting my needs above yours… I’m honored.”

“Good. C’mon now, [REDACTED].”

The two of you end up teasing each other, hurling insults, bickering and a bit of everything in almost every conversation.

It’s in your nature to be naturally competitive for some reason.

Maybe [REDACTED] just enjoys seeing how frustrated or worked up you get… It is kind of adorable.

The same goes for him too though…

You roll your eyes at him, a small scoff making it through your voice, “You beat me once. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He gave you a taunting grin, his eyes squinted, light blue twinkling with mischief. “Why? Are you jealous, angel?”

“What-” You made a sound of disbelief. He was acting like a child! “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, idiot! So you beat me by a couple points-”

“And you flaunt it when you beat me by even less…” He mumbled loud enough to himself that you could barely pick up on it.

“Hey! It’s different and you know it!” You huffed at him, “Whatever. Just… stop grinning like that, you look stupid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, a triumphant, lazy grin splayed on his features, “Make me.”

Your eye twitched at his threat. Ohhh, that punk did not just― You flexed your fingers as if that would calm you.

Of course, he had to beat you by a couple of points this one time… It was such a dumb project! You hissed at him under your breath, seeing that stupidly cocky grin on his face.

Why’d you have that dumb main character with little to no trauma, while he got the side character that hides all their insecurities but ends up projecting onto their kids?!

Unfair. That teacher was totally biased.

Giving [REDACTED] more work to analyze… making his grade go up from the research… Hrrr, so biased. So unfair.

He gave you a slitted-eye smile as if to mock your frustration. You grumbled in envy before glaring at him. You grab him by the collar, tough enough to pull him towards you but gentle enough for him to break out by choice, “You wish. What’s it take to shut that stupidly pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

Your eyes flickered between his widened, shocked blue eyes to those soft, kissable lips of his.

You did not like where this was going…

Or maybe you did.

You weren’t too sure, emotions get muddled easily… Love and hate have a fine line after all.

…So do fear and arou-

Nope! 

No way!

Those are not very ‘pure’ thoughts!

You pulled him closer to you by his shirt collar and tilted your head, “Maybe a kiss from a resident angel?” You practically snorted at the remark of that condescending nickname he used for you.

[REDACTED] stared at you, too stunned to speak as you huffed with pride, quickly letting go. You smirked, turning around after winking at him, shit-faced grin all on display, “Clearly, that worked.”

With no one in the class anymore, [REDACTED] was left by himself. Their jaw went slack for a bit before mumbling into his hand as you were far away, furious blush spreading through their cheeks.

“…Was that a promise?”

[honeybeedewdrops]

Push Ups | B.Bradshaw

Summary: You Count Rooster's Push Up's after he looses to you in Dog Fighting.

Warnings: None

A/N: Most of you already know these but for those who don't Y/N (Your Name) L/N (Last Name) Y/CS (Callsign)

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Maverick had gotten special permission from Admiral Simpson to have help in a training exercise so when you got the call from Mav you were very excited.

You were sat at the bar in the Hard Deck drinking a beer when someone came up to you. "You new around here i've never seen you" "new something like that" you say but in reality you had lived in North Island for quite some time now.

"Well can I buy you a drink" he says "already drinking one" "ok how about you come home with me tonight I can make it worth your while" "mmm... no" you say "Ok a name" you smirk "you'll know soon enough Lt... Seresin" you say looking at his name tag, before you place a 20 on the bar before heading home you had an early morning.

**

The next morning you got up and left for the base. The minute you open the door to the classroom all eyes are on you "guy please welcome Lt. Y/N L/N callsign Y/CS"

You walk to the front and face the a wide smile on your face. It only grew more seeing the look on Hangman's face. "Thanks Maverick as Maverick said i'm Y/n and I'll be here for a few days helping you out" you eyes scanned the aviators before your eyes land on one particular man. Rooster also know as Bradley Bradshaw. You had known him from the academy. You and him had a little fling back in the day but that ended the minute you were shipped off for your first mission.

"Now I've known Y/CS for about 5 years now she is one of the best pilots I know" I blush "oh stop it Mav. We have no time for compliments" Mav nods "your right so today Y/N is going to be joining us for our favourite little game Dog Fighting tag" and with that the pilots all get up.

Maverick calls Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy up first. You all get up in the air and take off. "Hey you guys what to put a little something on the line" Payback asks "Whatcha got?" you ask "Push ups again this time 250" "This time?" you ask confused "yeah last time they challenged me 200" you smirk "Ok Payback you got yourself a deal but I get to count" and the game starts.

It surprised you that Hangman leaves Payback and Fanboy hanging but then you caught on that's why they call him Hangman. "Mav you take Hangman i'll take Payback and Fanboy" and you both break. It was too easy in an instant you had shot Payback and Fanboy down. "I'll see you on the ground boys" you said smirking.

You stood there watching the three men do their push ups on the ground as Mav got the next group ready to go. After the boys were done you could tell they regretted their decision. You walk back to your plane and hop in getting all situated. "Next group ready?" you ask "ready" you hear. The next group was Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob. Their tactic was going pretty well until they made the bad decision of splitting off from each other. You went after Rooster and you were behind him when he flipped over you so now he was behind you. mmm very smooth but you had the upper hand you used the sun to your advantage and went up before breaking right knowing he wouldn't see because of the sun.

"Damn it Phoenix I lost her, where is she" “a little busy here trying to shake Mav.”

"where are you" Rooster asks looking for you "right behind you" you say before shooting him down. "that's a kill. I'll see you on the ground" you say before going to help Mav before the time was up. "Mav how you doing with Phoenix" "i'm trying but she's just to slippery" you had spotted them and flew to help but the timer went off. Phoenix and Bob had made it but only because of time.

As soon as you land you congratulate Phoenix and Bob before making your way to Rooster. "Well Rooster let's get a start in those push ups" Rooster grunts as he gets down on all fours and you start to count.

"147, 148, 149, 150" you say smirking as he is only halfway done. "i'm going to kill Payback" Rooster says. You chuckle "remind me to thank him. 153, 154" you say continuing to count.

He finally finishes "well better work on those tactics before next round or i'll be seeing you for another 250" Rooster groans before going in waiting for the next group.

Let's just say by the end of the day you didn't do any push ups but Mav did and that was sure fun to count.

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It was exceptionally warm upon waking up this morning. It was a comfortable warmth that encased my tired body, a warmth that I had missed dearly.

Noah was pressed against my back, our bodies slotted together perfectly and melting into each other's curves. His arm was draped over my side, his hand nestled underneath my top. I smiled to myself, remembering how I fell asleep to the feeling of his large hand splayed over my stomach, his thumb lazily grazing the area.

Before then, we laid awake and just talked about any and everything. We both expressed where we felt things started to take a turn for the worse, and quickly realized we simply weren’t communicating the way that we should have been. At the end of the day, we were both paying for it, and knew we had to improve our communication skills if we ever wanted things to be the way they used to be.

Especially now, with him still not in perfect health, and me being pregnant. That was a discussion of its own; whether or not we were sure this was something we really wanted.

Much to my surprise, he was all for it. I was too, given the fact that this was something I’ve always wanted for as long as I could remember, but of course I had my doubts, with my alcoholism and all. I expressed my concerns to him, and he was very understanding about them, reassuring me that he would support me all the same regardless of what decision we came to.

With that clearing my conscious a tad, that’s when I was finally able to fall asleep—with the warmth of his body blanketing me, and his hand on my stomach.

As much as I enjoyed lying here, still in his embrace, I couldn't help the guilt from engulfing me when I tuned in on the sound of his wheezing—his chest was rising and falling heavily against my back as he struggled to breathe in his sleep. I frowned and shifted forward, hoping to take some weight off his chest so he could breathe easier.

His arm suddenly tightens around me, pulling me back against him. "Mmm, no," he mumbles, still half asleep. I snorted incredulously, shaking my head. "Noah, you can hardly breathe." "Don't care," he says, burying his face in the space between my shoulder and neck. I sighed, trying once again to wriggle out of his grasp. "But I do." "Give me a minute...please." He whispers the last word, and there's a pang of sorrow in my chest—he was practically begging me. I breathed out a quiet 'okay' and allowed him to hold me the way he wanted to, settling my body back against his.

The distance was hard on him, I knew that, and I regretted it. I should've asked him to come home sooner, maybe he wouldn't be so sick. Then again, it could've made him even worse; I don't know how this disease progresses. All I knew was that I wanted him to get better, I wanted things to go back to the way they were, and I needed to do what I could to fix it.

His hand returns to the same spot on my belly as the night prior, slowly curling his fingers to his palm and out again, his fingertips delicately running over my skin. "How are you feeling?" he asks quietly, trailing the tip of his nose up my neck and placing a kiss right behind my ear. I whine quietly, and my shoulder instinctively rises, trying to block the sensitive skin when his actions tickle me. "Alright so far. How are you feeling?" "Better than ever," he lies. I can hear the whine in his throat, trying to hinder himself from coughing. I pressed my lips into a saddened smile, though he couldn't see it.

“I forgot to ask,” Noah breaks the silence after a moment. "Have you been to a doctor since you found out?" I shake my head lightly. "Not yet, but I have an appointment with an OBGYN next week." "Good," he whispers, pressing his lips in my hair. "Would you like me to come?" I shifted slightly so I could look at him over my shoulder. “Would you come?" I asked hesitantly. He flashes me a sheepish grin, his eyes glimmering with candor. "If you wanted me to, of course I would. We went over this last night, didn’t we?" My heart swells and I smile wide, tears filling my eyes. Stupid pregnancy hormones. I already cry enough as it is. "Then yes, I would like you to come with me," I tell him, my voice quivering.

He agrees silently with a kiss on the back of my head before he turns away from me abruptly. I furrow my brows, confused for a brief second until he sits up and buries his face into his elbow, coughing violently.

The coughing is relentless; he's gasping for air, and I shoot up with alarm and brace him with a hand on his back. "I-is there something I can do?" My voice is high from the panic settling in, my heart pounding out of my chest. He reaches for the tissues on the nightstand, shaking his head. He cups his mouth with the tissues and coughs into them vigorously, his eyes squeezing shut. I watch a tear pool in the inner corner of his eye; it rolls down his cheek as he continues, and the guilt I felt multiplies knowing he's in that much pain because of me.

It feels like an eternity had passed when he finally spits out the flowers in his lungs, the intensity of his coughs lessening. I reached out and wiped at the tear trail with the pad of my thumb and apologize, but he disregards my apology with a shake of his head.

He glances down at the tissues, and lets out an exhausted chuckle as his chest heaves, trying to fill his lungs with the air he desperately needed. "At least there's no thorns this time," he humors, but I don't laugh. Instead, I fold his hand around the tissues so I can't see the rose petals. "Noah," I say his name dejectedly, tears brimming my eyes. "I'm so s—" "I swear to God if you apologize one more time, Liv," he scolds playfully, cupping my face in his hands so he can look me in the eye. I can still see that he's panting, having a hard time catching his breath. "I'm fine, okay? I'm used to it by now."

I'm used to it by now.

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach hearing his words, shame swallowing me whole. "That doesn't make me feel any better," I whimper. My throat is suddenly tight, and it burns from trying not to cry. "I just want you to feel better." "Then I need to make you love me again," he teases, his lips curling into a smirk. "It's not the first time you've taken my breath away. I survived then; I'll survive this time." "It's not funny, Noah!" I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut, tears burning behind my lids. "I'm legitimately killing you." "Oookay, so maybe trying to be suave isn't the answer," he chuckles timidly. "Look at me, Olivia. Please."

I shake my head 'no', my lips trembling. I can't. I know the second that I do, I'm going to break down into a blubbering mess. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears while I held my breath in hopes of taming my emotions, and it works for a minute or two until Noah cradles my head against his chest. His other hand runs up and down my back as I instinctively cling onto his shirt, once again sobbing in his arms.

God, I was so sick of crying.

"I'm okay, I promise," he whispers, rocking us back and forth gently. "It's just a really bad cold, that's all." I rolled my head back and forth on his chest in denial; he's so full of it, and he knows that. I take a choppy breath in, trying to stifle my cries. "Bullshit," I choked out. He huffs with defeat when he realizes I'm not buying it and changes the subject. "C'mon, let's get some food in you," he tells me gently, rubbing my shoulder.

My stomach flips at the mention of food, and I shake my head once more. I wasn't all that hungry, and I'd probably just throw up whatever I ate, anyways.

I can picture the eye roll when he calls me a pain in the ass, accompanied by a quiet laugh, and slips out of bed. I look up at him when he takes my hands in his, urging me to stand. He had a playful smirk plastered on his face, but I couldn't help the frown as I watched his chest rise and fall drastically. He was winded just from standing up too quickly.

"Stop looking at me like that," he pulls on my arms, bringing me to my feet. "I'm fine—" he starts, but is interrupted by another round of coughs. He drops my hands and turns away from me, tucking his face into his elbow again. It breaks my heart seeing him like this, knowing there was nothing that I could do but stand here absolutely fucking useless.

I close the gap between us, planting my hand on his chest to help keep him upright when he crumples forward and braces himself on the nightstand. "Fuck," he chokes, still coughing. "Noah, you need to sit," I demand, trying to guide him back towards the bed. Even slumped over he still towers over me, and he's nearly dead weight; it's almost impossible to maneuver him to take a seat. He shakes his head and grabs another handful of tissues, once again spitting out whatever was making its way out of his lungs.

"I'm good," he gasps. "And look; still no thorns," he chuckles when he looks at the contents in his hand. "Noah," I barked, "this is serious." I wanted to slap the smile off his face, there wasn't room for him to joke about this. "Can you please go sit down?" He stands up straight and shakes his head, stuffing the tissues in his pocket so I can't see them. "Liv, I'm okay. I promise," he tries to reassure me, cupping my face in his hands. "I just need to get the shit out of my lungs like any other person does when they have a cold."

He gazes down at me with sincerity, but I can still see that he's in pain from the tears glossing over his eyes. He could try to convince me all he wants, but nothing would be able to take away the remorse that I felt watching him suffer.

My lips tremble, and he places a thumb over them to still. "Stop," he whispers. He then moves his hand, settling it around the back of my neck where his thumb rubs behind my ear gently. "We're gonna eat some breakfast and take it easy. Okay?" "I'm not all that hungry, Noah." His eyebrows rise and his mouth presses into a line as if to say 'Oh really?' "But baby is," he glances down at my belly, a smile forming on his face.

There was a flutter in my chest hearing the word 'baby' come out of his mouth and the way that he smiled when he said it; heat rises up my neck and across my cheeks. I grinned up at him bashfully—I guess I was going to have to get used to hearing that.

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Noah

Things have been good between me and Olivia. Real good.

Mornings were a little rough between her morning sickness and me hacking up a lung, but we were managing. I helped take care of her when I could, and vice versa, even if there wasn't much she could help me with for my condition.

When we went to her appointment last week, I held her trembling hand the entire time to help keep her calm—I knew how nervous she was. She glanced at me with wary eyes when she explained to the doctor that she had been drinking around the time she found out that she was pregnant; I think she expected me to be mad. I wasn't mad, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly how I felt, either.

Disappointed? Sad? Guilty? It was my fault she had been, after all.

I was more than relieved when she said that she stopped as soon as she found out she was pregnant; there was a weight I didn't realize I was carrying lifted off my shoulders. Her doctor then spent a little extra time assessing everything after that discussion. Overall, everything seemed to be fine, but they still wanted to monitor how things progressed, and suggested more frequent appointments.

But let me tell you, the second the image of that little blob appeared on the screen, the joy I felt was indescribable. Especially when I felt Liv squeeze my hand and heard the little gasp that came out of her, turning to see the brightest smile spread from cheek to cheek. My heart swelled and a warmth radiated through my chest from the sight, and I knew in that instant, I was going to do whatever I could to keep that smile on her face...even if it left me breathless.

Much like right now, as I was sitting here on my bed recouping after such a small task.

After Liv went to work this morning, who was very adamant that I stayed home and rested, I decided to run to the store to get a few things I felt she'd need. Prenatal vitamins, these ginger 'tummy drops' that are supposed to help with nausea, some of her favorite snacks, and a waistband expander. Even if she was only about 8 or 9 weeks along, I thought it was best to have just in case she wakes up one day and suddenly can't fit into her pants.

That way she wouldn't have to stress about it. I could swoop in and save the day...or she'll get mad and smack me upside the head, thinking I got it because she was getting fat. I laughed lightly to myself when I pictured the latter happening and tucked it away in the dresser for now.

I went to the kitchen, where I made myself a cup of tea before parking my ass on the couch to relax until Liv came home.

When she barged through the door hours later, kicking it shut and scaring the crap out of me in the process, I saw that she was holding a large paper bag in her hands. Her purse had slipped off her shoulder and was hooked in the bend of her elbow, but she wasn't paying any mind to it. Whatever was in the bag was more important, and that was very evident with the smile plastered on her face as she trekked to the kitchen. I chuckled at the urgency and stood, following after her when I was sure I wouldn't erupt into a coughing fit.

I make it through the threshold just as she sets everything down on the island. "You hungry?" she asks, practically tearing the whole bag apart. "I brought Chinese food!" I snorted, realizing that was the source of her giddiness. "Sure, love—wait, are you even supposed to be eating Chinese food?" She shrugs, taking several takeout boxes from the bag and placing them on the table. "It's a little high on the sodium, but I don't think rice and chicken is anything to worry about. You know I only get General Tso's chicken, and maybe a crab rangoon here and there." "I don't think you should be eating this, Liv," I tell her warily. "But baby wants it," she whines, and looks up at me with her best puppy-dog eyes, her bottom lip jutted out as she pleads.

My stomach growls when I get a whiff of the food, and boy, did it smell heavenly—I peered over the bag to see what she bought. The usual: General Tso's chicken like she said, a pupu platter for one to pick on, and shrimp lo mein for me.

"Fine," I huffed. She won me over with the damn lo mein. "But we're not making this a habit, okay?" "Deal," she mumbles through a mouthful, having already popped a piece of chicken in her mouth. "You're going to be the death of me," I shake my head at her, trying not to laugh, and cradle the back of her head to kiss her forehead. "You know that, right?" She giggles and hums in acknowledgment before grabbing both mine and her food. "C'mon," she urges, cocking her head in the direction of the living room before spinning on her heal and trotting away. As she went, I noticed one small thing, and I couldn't help the enormous smile from spreading on my face when I realized what was glistening under the light.

She was wearing her wedding ring again.

|Chapter 18|

[cerealyoam]

N-SFW - Trapped in a room with Pantalone

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tags: fingering, gn reader, but reader also has female parts, reader wears a dress, praise, teasing, lots of teasing, kissing, handjob, nsfw content, explicit content, have fun yall

a/n: pantalone has a chokehold on me. did I spend two days doing this? Yeah. Do i regret it? Not at all. May make one for male reader soon amen.

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In the darkness, there is no one else but you—and Pantalone, but he's freakishly quiet anyway, so his presence is close to nothing. With pipes lining the walls, only a small clear patch of it remains. You and Pantalone lean against it, hidden.

Neither of you have heard any noises for the past few minutes. To that, you feel you can put the chase to rest. After all, it's not like you know how you came here, either.

You're in Pantalone's arms, them having wrapped languidly around your body. You're pressed up against him still, realizing that he feels quite warm. Maybe his presence is much better than none at all. You'd rather not go through this on your own, anyway.

At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. Your chest pounds from the minutes ago of being chased. You look up at Pantalone, only to find him staring into you.

He says nothing.

You must have really lucked out on your partnership with him, you think upsettedly. If this were literally any other person, maybe they'd be freaking out like you were, or at the very least talk some sort of nonsense about how none of this shit makes sense... but the Regrator only continues his visual assault.

"Can you not?" You huff. "I know I'm dolled up today, but at least make your weird ogling less obvious."

This is how you get men to fuck off, right? By calling out cooties or something. "You like me, don't you?" and they get flustered and bugger off.

Unlike you, Pantalone's breathing is steady, slow, and near silent. If it weren't for the fact you were in some sort of vacuum space, you'd not be able to hear any of it.

He's always been silent, hasn't he? When you first approached him, he silently looked for your wallet with you. When you first met him again, he silently appeared from behind. You're never able to detect him, no matter the situation.

"You finally noticed?" He hums. There's a wide, satisfied grin on his face.

Excuse me?

You must have said that out loud, because Pantalone only replies in turn. "Mmm, you haven't then. Let me put it in a language you can understand."

You don't even feel his embrace differ until two gloved fingers are under your chin, tipping your jaw upwards.

His eyes trail down, pausing, before slowly looking you up to your eyes again. They're half lidded. He leans in.

You know what's happening, but can't find it in yourself to deny.

He kisses you.

His bottom lip catches on yours, and you move yours in tandem. Pantalone lowers his head further, the kiss slow, languid and sensual.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and his, too. His other arm moves to your torso, gliding up your waist, resting right under your chest. Your hands stay pressed against his chest. His hand on your chin now rests against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

When before, there was no sound other than your panting, now you're panting along with the noises of a gentle kiss.

He's so gentle with you. He's not once gripped, tugged or manhandled, only guiding you welcomingly, and you follow his movements. He's so, fucking, gentle.

You gasp as his hand on your torso dips to your ass, playing with the waistband.

"May I?" He whispers.

You flush. Perhaps this really isn't the time. You were both in the middle of escaping a heist for goodness sake!

You could be doing anything more productive by now. Figuring out where you are, why no one's here, how you got here, how to get out...

Though, its been ages since you've gotten a break. This gala was supposed to be a you night, where all the thoughts in your head are filled with good music, alcohol and no Pantalone to fuck your emotions up.

He's even doing it again. Making you feel so, so, confused.

"I believe I asked you a question, darling," the devil himself repeats. His fingers still fiddle with the waistband, slipping in slightly, before slipping out.

That's hot, you think. Like all your thoughts make sense. You want him out of your life for messing it up, but you want him in it to make it better. Better by kissing you like he just did seconds ago, better by giving you all these crawly feelings in your stomach, better by making you forget why you wanted him out of your life in the first place.

"I'm not hearing any approvals..." Pantalone insists. His smile has already faltered into an unreadable frown, but his thumb on your cheek caresses you gently. Slowly, it moves to your lips, as if asking for entrance. "If you don't want to, we can end this right now and pretend this never happened."

Your logic wanted to say no, but your mouth did the work for you. "Yes."

The grin returns to his face. "Good."

His thumb pushes in, and his lips encase yours once more.

The kiss is still gentle, but after a peck, Pantalone's tongue glides against your lips, before locking against your teeth with another peck with it.

Pantalone hums, and the vibration tickles against you.

You almost forget what's happening, until a hand at your waistband dips to the hem of your skirt, lifting up.

You're exposed.

"Adorable panties," he murmurs between kisses. As his tongue dips back into your mouth, his fingers caress your clothed mound.

"I always wondered what was down here," He says, parting only to reattach at your neck, and suck.

His fingers glide and press like the experienced man he is, a single one starting to rub against your nub.

It switches from faint circles, barely pressing down on the spot you so wish, into a hard, slow side-to-side motion.

From one side of your nub to the other, he presses hard and lifts up, drawing a zigzag, all the while moving down your neck to your shoulder.

"Pesky top," he whispers, yet harshly yanking your collar to the side. "Stopping me from reaching what's mine to keep."

You gasp.

His mouth lifts again. "Did you know how you affected me tonight?" He kisses another part of your shoulder. "You're so beautiful I couldn't take my gaze off your back. I wanted to pull you away from your pesky friends and bend you over the bar, take you right then and there in front of everyone."

If you're about to respond, it doesn't matter, because Pantalone tugs at your panties, pulling them down.

On instinct, you follow along, pulling them off, Pantalone snatching them before you can pick them up.

He lifts it to his coat, pocketing it.

You stare at him in awe, at his bold move, but he only smiles.

"You can't—"

"Oh, honey, but I can."

Just as he's lathered enough of your precum, fingers dip into your entrance.

Waisting no time, Pantalone explores.

His fingers move back and forth, taking time to rub on the walls, twisting in a forward scissoring motion, before stopping to thrust in and out slowly.

He must have done this a million times before, what with his old age and neverending experience list. You've never felt this good before, your fingers never doing this much for you before.

Just as you think you're getting used to it, Pantalone switches his strategies and thrusts in all the way to his knuckles, pushing like he's looking for something.

Just as he does so, he whispers into your ears. "Touch yourself.”

You nod, reaching down to rub at your nub, but he swats your hand away. You look up at him confusedly.

"No, no," he tuts. "You should be saying, yes, master."

You breathe in, your thoughts having filled with the thoughts of wanting to cum to think twice. "Yes, master."

At last, he let's go of your hand, you finally able to rub at it.

"Good," he drawls, a sly grin on his face, his hand dipping back into your cunt, him continuing to poke and prod. "Keep moaning for me, just. Like. That."

His fingers are long, so it takes no time before you gasp out as he hits your sweet spot.

You feel him smile against your skin, kissing your ears, nipping on the lobe.

"Ahh, I just love the sounds you make," he whispers, his breath tickling your ears, making you whimper away. "Quiet, loud, even your little pants... send all these lovely signals down here."

His free hand reaches for yours, pulling you to feel his crotch. The size of the bulge makes you shiver.

Pantalone hums, "Take it out."

You tug at his waistband, somehow popping open the button with one hand. You're impatient, frantic, dipping into his briefs and pulling out his cock.

It's longer than it is thick, probably able to reach places inside that you've never felt before.

"That's it," Pantalone continues. "Stroke it."

You nod.

The moan he let's out is obscene, right against your ear still. He's loud, his deep voice only sending tremors all over your body.

"Faster," he says, cooing. "Squeeze it a bit."

He's not once stopped hitting your sweet spot, and you can feel your high coming soon. You squeeze the base, gliding up to rub at his tip, speeding up your hand.

You make a noise that lets him know you're close.

"Gonna cum?" He taunts, but his voice is heady. "Come on, you want me to stick it in, don't you? Bully your little hole until its shaped just for me."

You nod frantically.

"What did I say?"

"Yes, master!"

His fingers thrust up one more time, your finger on your nub presses, you squeeze one more time and Pantalone groans loudly as you cum.

You keep stroking him, harder and faster, bringing your other hand to play with his tip.

"Ooh, yes, you're a natural," he praises. "Keep this up and I just might let you go for round two."

You gulp at the thought.

It doesn't take long before he's cum on your hand.

You both pant, slowly coming down from your high.

Eventually, you two breathe normally again, Pantalone's fingers slipping out of your hole. Your hands are no more slick than his are.

"Good job," he whispers. "I'd go for another round, but you won't be able to take it."

You're too tired to respond at this point. So tired, in fact, you miss his last words, murmured into your neck.

"So beautiful."

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Anakin walked out of the movie theater feeling… incomplete. His friends were all talking about where they wanted to eat in the food court now that the movie was over, but his head was still swirled up in the plot he'd just seen unfold.

What if Ewan had gotten to Hayden sooner? Would he have been able to stop his fall to the dark side? And what about Natalie? Why didn't she trust Ewan more when he came to help? He was Haydens master, his mentor! Surely if the two of them had only-

“Anakin! Are you listening to us?” Ayla was waving her hand in front of his face. “What time is your mom picking us up?”

He snapped his attention back to his group of friends. Padme hadn't been all that interested in coming to see Star Wars, but between Ayla, Kitster, and himself she had been convinced to tag along. She only looked like she mildly regretted it.

“She'll be here in…” he looked at his watch. “Another hour. But she said that if we still wanted to walk around after she got here that she'd stay in the book store for another hour to wait for us.”

He hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. He wasn't sure how much he could participate in their conversation right now when they all seemed content to just not talk about the movie.

It wasn't even that he had any build up going into the film. He'd seen the first two movies when they came out and liked them just fine. Well enough that when the third one got announced he was the catalyst for this outing, but not so much that he needed to go on opening day or anything. But something about this one stuck to him. He couldn't shake the questions and ideas that were tumbling around in his head.

What if Hayden had been sent with Ewan to go after Grievous? What if someone else had gone entirely? Would Ewan have kept Hayden from meeting with the Chancellor? Or would Hayden have ended up telling Ewan about him being a Sith instead of going to Samuel?

Anakin continued to ignore his friends while they all ate, picking at his own fries and offering an occasional “mmm” in response to their attempts at drawing him into conversation. Eventually they stopped all together and contented themselves with discussing their upcoming school year. Another reason Anakin was glad to tune them out.

Padme and Ayla were a couple years older than Kitster and him and were starting their third year of high school, but for the two boys it would be their first. Anakin had been avoiding the topic whenever possible, but Kitster seemed excited to speculate what their classes and teachers would be like. Anakin was more than happy to leave him to Padme and Ayla's advice. He already knew his plan; keep his head down, work hard to get good grades, maybe join the robotics club, and just focus on getting out the other end. The strategy had always worked well for him in the past.

Besides, right now all he could think about was where he might find some message boards online to see what other people were thinking about Star Wars…

[dirtysvthoughts]

Hello ~ can i request jeonghan with prompts 111, 59, 55 and 16? If they're too many just choose what u want i didn't know how many u accept ^^

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a/n: thank you anon! i hope you enjoy! <3 i have one more jeonghan request from this event and it’ll be coming sometime tomorrow! ;)

tags/warnings: female! reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeonghan, mentions of self & mutual masturbation, more cocky and teasing jeonghan for u guys 😈

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16. “you can get louder can’t you?”

55. “i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

59. “be a good girl and spread your legs.”

111. “oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

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[10:35 p.m.]

“oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice,” jeonghan purrs, admiring how perfect you looked in your lacy, blank lingerie and matching garter. he caresses you cheek, his touch still lingering as he pulls away and sits in a chair across from you. you sit on the bed with your arms crossed, smirking inwardly at what you were about to do.

“be a good girl and spread your legs,” his request firm, yet still gentle. his hand eventually goes down to his pants and he begins to lightly palm himself. the sight and his breathy moans alone are almost enough to make you give into him and do what we wanted. but jeonghan wasn’t going to win that easy.

“and if i don’t? then what?” you boldly ask, your demeanor getting even cockier when you look at your partner’s face, his realization forming that you wanted to be a brat tonight.

“mmm, so we’re playing that game tonight, are we pretty girl?” he gets up from the chair and stands in front of you. he takes his thumb and forces your chin up so you’re looking directly at him. as he swipes your lip, you take his thumb into your mouth, now physically smirking at how surprised he was to see you act this way.

“do you think you’re gonna have that same look on your face when i fuck you?” he asks, as he removes your bra.

“we’ll see, won’t we?” you reply, finishing the job for him, your boobs on full display.

—-

[10:47 p.m.]

it felt like the two of you were filming your own porno.

the way you were calling out for him, moaning his name, and the way he was thrusting into you so quick and his grunts - you two would make such a powerful cam couple.

“you can get louder can’t you?” he says through pants, taking a moment to slap your clit. you oblige him and moan louder, wondering if it was even possible to get even louder without any consequences.

“mmm, i love seeing you this way- such a hot, writhing mess underneath me. i’m so glad i’m the only person that gets to see you like this.” you grasp on his arms, holding onto him for dear life.

and that’s when you can feel your orgasm pathetically approaching.

“j-j-h-h-hannie, i- i can feel it coming..” you whine out, indirectly calling for him.

“you were acting like such a brat earlier, but when i take over, now you need me? now you want me?” he scoffs at you, “i should leave you here and have you finish by yourself, have you finger yourself while i watch from that chair over there..”

“no-no, hannie, ple-ahhhh!” you scream out as your orgasm hits you, his words affecting you more than you expected. you begin to catch your breath as he gets up from the bed. he goes to the dresser and puts whatever he got from the drawer behind his back.

“what’s that?” you ask, slowly sitting up.

“i’m so glad you asked baby,” he sweetly smiles at you. he reveals a mouth gag and your eyes immediately widen in shock. “i’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself and we’ll start back up again. cause i think i’ll like you better with a gag in your mouth this round.”

“can we make round 2 right now then? i wanna test your patience,” you play with your hair, softly smiling at him.

jeonghan shakes his head and laughs. “you’re gonna regret you said that.”

“i’ll be the one to determine that, don’t you think?” you wink at him.