#or even just a video of my face while he pounds away behind me

[rosicheeks]

How turned on does it make you imagining exactly that, people getting off to the sounds of your whimpers and moans as your man uses your tight pussy, pounding deep inside you telling the listeners exactly what he’s seeing in that moment?

Uhm very turned on

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[becca-e-barnes]

I've spent a while indulging my own fantasies on here recently but I've been tailoring this one so I need to talk about it

I'm obsessed with the thought of sharing your naughtiest, most depraved fantasies with dad's best friend!bucky and him giving you a safe space to try them out.

You almost think he's forgotten all the filthy things you admitted one night, cuddled up in bed together until a few weeks later when you're making out in the kitchen after dinner and he leads you upstairs to his bedroom.

He's placed a chair in front of the TV and your heart begins to race because he's surely not doing what you think he's doing. He couldn't be letting you live out the fantasy you've never shared with anyone else.

He kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and you're glad that he can't see your excitement when he's standing behind you. "Sit down". He whispers, placing a final kiss behind your ear and for once, you're happy to do as he tells you.

While you sit down, he flicks the TV on and starts playing a video you recognise within a few seconds. It's one you'd taken together not too long ago.

In the video, you have your face close to the bedroom carpet, your ass in the air and Bucky is behind you, recording in a mirror, pounding into you in a way that had you cumming mindlessly on his cock. You have one hand barely supporting yourself while the other rubs your clit frantically and although it's the start of the video, you already look over pleasured.

"You see how fucking gorgeous you are?" Bucky brings you back down to earth, kissing along your shoulders while he shuffles the skirt of your dress up, dragging your panties down your legs and letting them fail in a little wet heap on the floor.

Your own moans in the video are breathtaking, you almost didn't know you could sound like that. "Look at you. You take it like a pornstar. I can fucking hear how messy you were." He's right, the video captures every tiny little wet sound your eager cunt makes for him and you hang on every last one.

You hear a quiet click and a faint buzz starting and that's the only thing that could draw your attention away from the video playing in front of you. God, he really did listen to you.

Bucky presses the wand between your legs and even on the lowest setting, the sensation against your clit makes you squirm.

"Keep watching. I'm pretty sure you cum in a minute or two and I don't want you to miss it." Bucky's so smug, holding your chin gently in one hand while he makes your body quiver with the other.

He clicks the toy up a setting, rolling the head right where you need it most.

"Such a pretty little slut. You just want me to fill your holes with cum, don't you? You're desperate for me to cum in you, I can feel you trying to milk it from me. You have no idea how warm and wet and perfect you feel. Might fuck you until I'm totally empty. You know you'd like that; being so stuffed full of my cum you can't sit up without it spilling out of you." Bucky in the video fucks you through your first orgasm and you get to watch the way your body trembles and your eyes roll back.

You're so close just watching yourself but that doesn't suit the man kneeling beside you. He takes the wand away, making sure your impending orgasm fizzles away, despite your protests.

"You cum when I say you can sweetheart, and we've got a lot of videos left to watch."

[bunnyrafe]

hiii bunny i hope you’re having a better day today<3

so i’ve had this idea in my notes for a few weeks that i was gonna hold onto until after kinktober but if it’s ok to send stuff in the meantime… i’ve been thinking about a corruption kink w rafe where he convinces you to make a sex tape of your first time / losing your virginity for like the sentimental memory of it all bc i feel like he would be so fucking perverted about it but you’re just thinking how romantic it is (i love being delusional)

this has bimbo!reader all over it… and her & sleazy!rafe go together REAL WELL. ♥︎ this drabble kind of got away from me a bit but i still love it, not gonna lie. and as always— i would literally kiss your brain if i could, kittybaby.

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. f / ditsy!reader, pervy / sleazy!rafe, filming, loss of virginity, unprotected sex.

you have a hard time discerning whether you’re really dumb or if rafe is just messing with your head— maybe a fair mix of both.

it’s hard for a girl that's always been naive.

that’s why you don’t think much of it when he tells you he just wants to take a few videos. he's only being a loving boyfriend... the videos range from some of you kissing all wet & sloppy, some with your pretty lips wrapped around his fingers because your throat isn’t trained for his cock yet, one or two with those same deft digits rubbing your clit and dipping into your sweet, messy cunt while he coos behind his phone in response to your little mewls.

you’re a drooling mess before you even end up on your back, promising that it's okay for him to fully tug your sticky panties down your legs while he feigns concern.

rafe is quick to help you keep your legs spread and your cunt on display for him— your smaller hands are tucked under your knees with his gentle guidance, squishing them against your heated tummy and sensitive breasts. you shy away from the flash coming from his phone in the process.

“ready, angel face?”

rafe grunts, lining his cock up with your cunt and smacking your clit with the fat head until you squeal. he rambles above you— no doubt putting a show on for his self; "so sweet f'me— for letting me record your cherry bein' popped. can't wait to watch it back together— yeah? y'want that, sweet girl?”

“want it,” you whine out. you’re willing to agree with whatever he says at this point as you stare up at him, nearly with baby pink hearts in your pupils— “please. i love you, rafey.”

at that, rafe can’t help but fucking you full. bottoming out and pressing in as deep as he possibly can in the next second, watching you writhe and suck in a sharp breath at the sudden and painful stretch. if you had a clear mind you might have realized just how evil it is of him to do such a thing.

but instead you cream around him, just from him stuffing his dick in you for the very first time. he can’t bite back the breathy laugh that falls from his lips while your glassy eyes lock with camera, cumming your brains out on his dick and digging your nails into your own plushy skin on the underside of your thighs— before he even got the chance to fuck you good.

“that’s a good girl,” he sighs out the praise, feeling his heart swell in his chest while he tries to keep his composure and decides to let you have your moment. no matter how hard it is for him to not rear back and pound into you.

plus— he’s sure your home video will be better if you’re as dumbed down and slutty as you can possibly be, like his own lil’ fuck doll.

[doromoni]

Clash of Champions | MV1 , LH44

Act 2. Part 5 : The Former and Forever Ally

Ships : Max Verstappen x Engineer! Reader, Lewis Hamilton x Engineer! Reader

Genre : Drama, Angst, Romance

Warning : Morally Grey Characters, Manipulation, Blackmail, Swearing

A/N : Its been a while, my luvs! Here’s the long awaited update~ I’m still getting back into writing, pls be lenient with meeee.

Summary : The rivalry between the titans of Formula 1 goes off track and only one will reign victorious.

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Act 2. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The ringing of a phone sounded all over the driver room of the Dutch Red Bull pilot. It rang and rang nonstop, as Max's jaw tensed in agitation.

The caramel color of hard liquor danced inside the half empty glass that he nursed.

On the next ring, a voice had finally answered the call.

“What do you want, Verstappen?” The voice of an unnerved Toto Wolff resounded throughout the room.

“You haven’t been holding up on your end of the deal, Wolff. Tell me why is your driver still chasing after my girl? You couldn’t even handle reeling in your pet? How pathetic of a principal can you be?” Max uttered each word with carelessness laced with venom.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, VERSTAPPEN!! You’re the one who’s not holding your end of the deal! You said that you’ll take care of the girl?! Then why the fuck is she winning?! ” The anger and frustration behind Toto’s voice was palpable even to a child.

Toto was in distress, he was facing a crisis at the loss of Y/N L/N. His entire team was at a loss end at the continuous success that the girl brought … but now it was to the rival team. Toto cannot stand the fact that he is being humiliated by a girl half his age.

“I never said that I’ll throw my chances on the championship, now did I? I said that I’ll take Y/N out of your hands— and I did. It’s not my fault that she has actual talent. Now be a good team principal and do something about your lack. Get Hamilton on a leash and away from Y/N” Max had then downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, loudly placing it down on the adjacent table.

“Oh, I’ll do something alright.”

Toto seethed as he dropped the call.

“Prepare the paperwork and the video” Toto uttered to his assistant.

Oh, he’ll do something alright.

***

No one can deny that your presence demanded attention with each step, eyes gravitated towards you, so you lifted your head high in confidence — even when you felt fear and anxiety all over. The enemy shall not see you falter, and in this reality — many are watching to see you fall.

Your footsteps hit the pavement with fervor, each step as sure as the last one. You were clad in black and blue, proudly dressed in your new team uniform adorned with your signature red-bottomed heels as you walked in the paddock towards where the Sky commentators were stationed for the interview.

You had Red Bull’s PR team guiding you to your destination. As the distance shortened, you felt your heartbeat pounding—you could hear it in your ears and feel it in your throat. Nervous was an understatement to what you were feeling right now.

If it were just a regular interview with the other commentators, it would be a breeze. But with Nico present, this was entirely different … it was personal.

No matter how much you’ve grown, matured, or achieved when you faced Nico it all didn’t matter — you always felt like the rookie junior engineer needing guidance. Nico was always your big brother and it broke your heart when your relationship fell apart.

Your eyes adjusted to the sight of them seated in the middle of the busy paddock, mics on hand. With a deep breath, you plastered on a smile and went near the commentators. Natalie Pinkman was the first to notice your appearance.

“Ah! And here she is! Everyone let’s welcome, Red Bull Head Race Engineer, Y/N L/N” The rest of the crew’s attention went towards you with soft smiles present. The reporters consisted of the people you had great respect for; David Croft, Jenson Button, Natalie Pinkham, and of course Nico Rosberg.

“Hello everyone! Thank you for having me~ always an honor to chat with you” You replied with all the grace that you could muster because honestly, you felt the cold sweat dripping down your neck.

“Of course, Of course, Y/N! Well, last time you were with us you were wearing black and silver. What caused the move if we could ask” Crofty’s question caught you off guard, you weren’t going to lie. You expected it, but not so early on.

“Oh come on Crofty! Let the girl breathe~ she just won her 2nd race with Max for goodness' sake. Congratulations by the way” Nico suddenly interjected. Warmth filled you as Nico came to your aid. You gazed at him with thankfulness — and he gave you a knowing look. Maybe patching things up with the Ex-Merc driver wouldn’t be too hard.

“Thank you, Nico! Yeah, Max and I work great together I’ve got to say. He is very straightforward in giving his insights and that helps a lot” You replied with a smile

“And to answer your question Crofty~ yeah I’ve retired the black and silver uniform for sure! The team and I both wanted different things and It was to my best benefit to find what I needed somewhere else and I guess it was with Red Bull. “ you explained with such restraint that you were sure that Red Bull’s PR would be proud. If it weren’t for them and the NDA you’ve signed with Mercedes — you would’ve held nothing back.

“But in the middle of the season? with so much friction between the two teams fighting for the championship. That’s a crazy move” Jenson commented, a wide grin spread on your lips. Boy crazy was only half of it.

“You call it crazy, but I think what Y/N did here takes guts and bravery. Take it from me, my retirement was one of the best decisions I’ve made. I couldn’t run faster ” Nico butted in with a snicker. You couldn’t help but giggle — the shared Mercedes trauma and resentment unites you both. One thing was true, both of you were free from their clutches

“I presume that a lot had happened in the background then” Natalie tried to push further to which you only laughed and gave her a shrug.

“Alright, alright ~ let’s now talk racing. Y/N today’s strategy was flawless. Did you factor in everything or was luck a part of it?” Crofty segwayed smoothly.

From then on the interview ran as smoothly as it could till it finished and they had to let you go.

It was time to talk to Nico one-on-one, but what you didn’t expect was Nico holding on to your wrist and pulling you towards Sky’s office.

“Nico?? What is going on? Why am I here? Am I even allowed in here??” You were filled with questions as the German pulled you into his office.

He was dead silent at first then suddenly he pulled you into his embrace. Shock coursed through your veins but like muscle memory, your arms found their way around Nico.

“What is happening? Nico?” You were so confused. You were made to believe that Nico had hated you — but now everything was as foggy as the weather.

“ Holy Fuck, Y/N! Oh how much I’ve missed you” Nico muttered in your hair.

You were dazed, your mind was reeling and you had no concept of reality at this very moment. You thought that you were about to be chewed out and criticized by Nico and be told that his being nice was just a facade for the world.

Words couldn’t come out of your mouth as you felt hot tears building up. Nico’s hug felt like home and security — you finally felt like you didn’t need to pretend to be the always strong, independent and put-together Y/N the world expected you to be.

You let yourself slump in his hold and clutch him even tighter to you.

“Oh, you poor thing. What have they done to you” As you hear his words , you can’t hold back your tears and they fall uncontrollably. Your breath hitched with every inhale you took.

“N-nico I’m so sorry. I- I should’ve listened to you! I-im so sorry for everything I’ve done to hurt you” You felt Nico’s hand soothingly caressed your hair.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, Bärchen.” Nico hadn’t called you his little bear for so long that when you heard it once more you bawled even harder.

“Okay, let’s get you some water and we’ll talk, yeah?” Nico asked gently as he put you at arm's length— trying to stop himself from laughing at your snotty and red face.

You slapped his arm playfully and then nodded in agreement as you let Nico guide you to his couch.

You let yourself survey his office — and one thing caught your attention. It was the picture of a younger version of you and Nico on his first win with you being his junior engineer. You couldn't help but smile at the memories.

It was even before Lewis came to Mercedes. You were just a rookie and Nico fought his team into letting you into his engineer team for the race.

Nico shouted in joy on his radio thanking everyone including you. Nico had given you special recognition and that was when the world had started to know the name Y/N L/N.

A cold bottle brought you out of your recollection of the past. You took the bottle and a snack that Nico handed you with a thank you and a grin. He still kept your favorite snacks in stock, you truly missed your big brother.

“So tell me Bärchen, how have you been? Finally out of hell’s clutches. Congratulations on that by the way” Nico tipped his bottle towards you.

Nico had never resented Mercedes before… well when you were with him anyway. But when you were suddenly put into Lewis’ team — Nico had turned a 180.

“I have so much to tell you. And you are so right in leaving that hell hole when you won the championship. I wished you dragged me away with you” you said in a joking sarcastic manner — however you meant every single word.

You were mid-chew, when you saw Nico’s face suddenly fell and turned cold. You felt your spine tingle and goosebumps ran through your skin. Nico then faced you with such seriousness that you turned nervous to the bone

“N-nico? Did I say anything wrong?”

“Listen carefully Y/N. That place is a viper den and I would’ve done anything to get out of there. I did try to move teams and I was planning to take you with me. But Toto knew and they transferred you to Lewis. “ Nico held your hand as his eyes were turning red from the tears building up. You were speechless yourself and you could only listen to what Nico had to say.

“They made me avoid and cut ties with you … I know it was cowardly of me but I didn’t know what to do, they threatened your job and your future Bärchen. They were ready to block everything and make sure your future in Formula 1 would not lead to anything. I know your dreams my Bärchen… so I did as they asked” Tears were now starting to fall on the German’s eyes — you could see the pain and emotion through them that you couldn’t hold your tears anymore.

You clutched Nico’s hand tighter, urging him to go on. You felt shame and mortification fill your body, after everything that has happened it was all because Nico was trying to protect you and your future.

“Mercedes made me an ultimatum… I get to leave the team and they would leave you alone if I won a championship” A gasp flew out of your mouth. You thought that you knew everything that had happened— yet you were as blind as a bat at the length of monstrosity that they were willing to go through. They made you believe that Nico was out to get Lewis out of jealousy but all his desperation was for freedom; not only his but for yours as well.

“But … when I did win, they made another exit clause. It was that I could not contact you when you still worked for them.” With a heavy sigh, Nico then met your eyes.

Your lips quivered with disbelief— you thought that Nico had avoided you because of hatred. But it was all because of the despicability of Toto and Mercedes.

“Nico, I’m so sorry. After everything you’ve done for me … and I only hurt you in the end. I don’t deserve your forgiveness and I don’t deserve you” You cried your heart out and Nico pulled you back into his embrace.

“Hey, none of that! I’ve forgiven you and I know that you didn’t mean any of it. You were blinded by love and false information, a very deadly combo and I understand. But we both finally came out unscathed right?” Nico joked. You couldn't help but snicker, yeah right unscathed. Both of you knew how much they’d damaged the two of you.

“Yup! Absolutely, completely healthy and undamaged. “ you tried to joke to lighten the blow “But Nico, what they’ve done to you was abysmal! They deserve to be sued or something! What Mercedes did was blackmail.”

“Oh! You tell me? You’ve stayed longer than me! Imagine putting up with abuse for more years— couldn’t be me.” The two of you laughed at the shared trauma.

“But, Y/N are you okay now? Is Red Bull treating you right?”

“So far, yeah. I never knew that a motorhome could be like that. It made me realize how much toxicity ran in Mercedes” You shook your head out of disbelief.

“I could see you smiling more, and you’re also glowing my bärchen! So you’re now with Max, yeah?” Nico suddenly transformed into the diva that he is and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes affectionately.

“ Thank you, kind sir. And yes, I am seeing Max; and I am happy! Max encouraged me to talk to you, y’know. And yes he also knows about the Lewis drama, he got to experience it firsthand during the grid party”

“Ah! I’ve heard about that~ great job handling Toto by the way. And I did warn you about Hamilton, did I not? But I gotta say as your self-proclaimed brother, you should also be wary of Max… well drivers in general” Nico said catching you off guard. Prompting you to ask why out of curiosity.

“There is just something about us that drives us to extreme extents to get what we want — I could bet that the majority of us are ready to give our lives or more just to achieve it. The question is … what does Max want?” Nico’s question made you think.

What did Max want? You were sure that being a world champion was one of his priorities… but he was not using you as Lewis had done. Right?

Your dilemma was cut short when even pressing matters had fallen on your plate in the form of a heavy succession of knocks heard through Nico’s door.

“Ms. Y/N? Are you in here?” You looked at Nico to which he only shrugged and gave you a look of cluelessness

“Yes, I’m here please come in” You muttered aloud. And to your surprise, it was a frazzled Red Bull staff who was clutching her iPad as she tried to catch her breath.

“Ms. Y/N your presence is needed at Red Bull ASAP. Mr. Horner has summoned you urgently”

“To what is this about?” You questioned further

“Mercedes has filed a lawsuit on you for data and contract breach”

“WHAT?!”

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[mattphobiia]

ok so... i was wondering if you could write a matt or chris smut where they are in the podcast studio with the reader (their gf) and thye try to not get caught

(please tag @mattsfavwh3re)

PODCAST.

disclaimer: heres some more smut AGAIN, im rlly treating you all right now😭😭 also this was suggested by @mattsfavwh3re so thank you!!! hope you enjoy this ml😛😛 also working on more requests so pls be patient🙏

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the triplets and i all sat in our spots before nick began to set up the cameras to record as they all opened up todays video topic. i was sat next to matt with an extra microphone as they introduced me as their guest, matt's girlfriend. i waved over to one of the cameras before smiling as they all laugh, making me feel confused and nervous. did i do something wrong already?

"thats the wrong camera." matt whispered in my ear, making me freeze in embarrassment as i sigh. "don't worry about it, other guests make that mistake." his hand slowly reaches under the studio desk, resting onto my thigh before we all engaged in the topic.

meanwhile, his hand rubbed against me in slow circular motion as each movement of his moved further up until he was at my inner thigh, nearly making me choke mid sentence.

"are you good?" nick asked concerned while i reach over to grab my bottle of water, taking a quick sip before gaining my composure.

"yeah, let's continue-" i cut myself off when matt suddenly slips my underwear to the side while his index and middle finger hovered over my folds before spreading them apart, making me shudder at the sudden contact. one finger was now touching my clit directly as i bit my lip hard, nodding along to nick and chris while matt stayed quiet, trying to hide his smirk.

the tip of his finger now dragged along agonisingly slow as both now pressed against my clit and rubbed softly in slow circles. with no warning, he suddenly inserted his fingers inside me before slowly thrusting them in and out. my hand nearly flew under the desk as i tried to grab his wrist and pull him away, but his grip was stronger than mine. his leg hooked around mine under the desk as my legs were now forced to widen. i felt my whole body sweat as i felt my nerves rise higher and higher. my heart was practically pounding against my chest, nearly letting out a moan as i squeezed my eyes shut, resting my head against the cold surface of the table.

"guys! are you even paying attention? seriously, whatever you two are doing needs to stop." chris groans, rolling his eyes at us both while nick stops talking to look at us both.

"what even are you doing?" nick asks hesitantly, an unreadable expression on his face, but before i try to speak up, no words could come to my mind.

"she beens complaining that she doesn't feel well." matt adds in, feeling relief wash over me before i pull his hand away whilst he was distracted. "i think we should just have a break and continue later."

we both immediately got up from our places as i nearly rushed out of the room, matt following behind me while chris and nick glanced to each other across the room, giving confused looks. when i shut the studio door, i slapped matt on his arm, looking at him with a death stare.

"what was that?!" i yell, grabbing onto his shirt in frustration as i pull him closer to me. i wasn't actually mad, but it was just something you wouldn't usually expect from him.

"awh, am i not allowed to have fun?" he smirks, his hands now resting on my waist, pressing a small kiss to my lips.

"i didn't say that! just don't do that with your brothers there." i sigh, resting my head against his shoulder. "can we go relax now?"

he nods, beginning to interlock his fingers between mine while holding onto my hand gently, now walking away from the podcast studio as we make our way outside.

"i love you." matt smiles.

"i love you more, idiot."

MASTERLIST

a/n: i feel like this isnt my best fic but guys pls im so thankful for all ur reblogs, likes and the support🥹 thank you all so much i appreciate you SO MUCH, you motivated me so much and have gotten me through work (i hate my job), my account is slowly growing and im so happy people like my work! like i say, suggestions are open for anyone but just remember that i have my own personal life so it could take awhile for me to write yours. i do see all my requests! anyways, have a nice day all of you:)

[kuroovore]

desperate for me

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1.1 k

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

content warnings: gamer!eren, cockwarming, marking, slight degradation, unprotected sex

a/n: im back after months and months!!!! i had multiple asks about gamer eren, so i thought id start back with this :)

eren had been playing his video games for what seemed like hours now. you sat patiently on the bed behind him trying to waste time and make it go by faster. you had asked him when he would be done three times now and each time he had responded with,

"just a little longer baby."

you had had enough and you were now even more needy and touch deprived than you were in the first place. you had an idea and immediately discarded of your shorts, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. you reached your hand into your panties and circled your fingers around your clit a few times, bringing your but lip between your teeth. you then ran your fingers down your slit and were about to slip them into your core when eren loud out a sigh and whispered "fuck".

your attention was now on him. you stood up and fully removed your panties before walking over to eren and slightly pulling his chair away from the desk to make room for yourself. he seemed startled and a bit frustrated at first, but his expression calmed when he realized it was you. he adjusted himself in his chair and patted his thighs, and gestured for you to sit on his lap. you walked in front of him and climbed into his lap, your shirt riding up in the process.

you watched his face as he stared down at your body and your thighs as your shirt covered your core as you settled in his lip. you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder as he reached down and grabbed your ass.

"fuck, baby. you needy?"

"mhm." you mumbled into his neck.

he lightly pushed you back and lifted you up a bit so he could pull his sweatpants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. he gave himself a few pumps before aligning it with your core.

"just sit on me for a little and I'll be done in a minute. promise." he said as he slowly pushed you down onto him, a small moan leaving your lips.

"you have to be quiet for me baby." he said pointing to his mic before he clicked a button so he wasn't on mute anymore. you nodded before going back to your previous position, burying your face in his neck.

you were glad eren was letting you be with him while he continued to play his game, but you needed more than just him sitting inside of you. you lightly rolled your hips against his and you felt him immediately tense up. you continued your movements before eren tightly gripped your ass and growled a low "stop" into your ear.

you wanted to be good for him but you needed him so bad. you attached your lips to the spot on his neck below his ear and lifted your hips before slowly lowering yourself back onto him. you did this one more time as you heard eren click a few buttons behind you before he ripped his headset off. next thing you knew, he was gripping the back of your thighs and you were suddenly sitting on his desk, him standing between your legs and towering over you.

"you can't listen to a word i say, can you?" he growled.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, processing what just happened. this is exactly what you wanted.

"hmm? don't wanna say anything?" he said as he ran his hands up and down your legs, suddenly seeming calm.

"eren..." you whimpered.

"mm im glad that's all you can say. how about you scream it though?" he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. then, he suddenly rammed into you hard. you gasped as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

his hands found the backs of your thighs again and pulled them up around his waist, bringing you closer to him as he continued to pound into you.

"eren!" you gasped

"couldn't wait just one more minute for me could you? always so needy for my cock, huh?"

he pulled back from your grasp and leaned back to take in the sight of you in front of him as he fucked you senseless, and let out a chuckle.

"so desperate for me, aren't you? you like when i fuck you like this?"

"y-yes, eren. i love it so much."

"i know you do."

he then pulled you back against him and started kissing your neck, sucking on the spot just above your collarbone and biting lightly onto your shoulder.

you let out a moan and tangled your hand into his hair. he continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace, hitting all of your spots as he left marks all over your neck and collarbones.

"so pretty marked up baby." he said as he lightly pushed your shoulder back until you were laying with your back on his desk. he gripped one of your legs and put it up against his shoulder before he leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands pressed against the desk by both of your sides, the new angle leaving you breathless, mouth formed in an o shape.

you let out incoherent words and all kinds of noises as eren stared into your eyes, watching your face as he fucked you. your moans became more and more high pitched and eren smirked down at you before moving one hand down your body to rub your clit. one of your hands moved down to grip his wrist, but you were too weak with pleasure to do anything about it.

"you gonna cum for me, princess?"

you nodded quickly and whined, unable to respond with actual words.

eren chuckled before giving you a few particularly hard thrusts.

"cum on my cock, baby. cum for me."

his words alone were too much for you and you let go, clenching around his cock and gripping his arms for some sort of leverage as pleasure washed over you.

"fuck." he groaned as he buried his head in your neck again, still pounding into you. your body shook with pleasure as he overstimulated you. he let out a few load groans into your neck before his hips stuttered and he shot his load into you.

he rested his forehead against yours before kissing your lips, sticking his tongue into your mouth. the two of you continued to make out for a minute before eren pulled back and slid out of you.

he put his pointer finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at him, his lip between his teeth.

"get on the bed, princess im not done with you."

[rilakeila]

his reflection,

word count 1.5k fandom spiderverse pairing fatherly!miguel o'hara x spiderteen!fem!reader warnings biting, fighting author's note kinda written in miguel's pov

draft. a version where your dna is genetically spliced with a spider, constantly having to inject yourself to upkeep your abilities. found a hobby jumping universe to universe, killing anomalies by contract or even for one. until one night, you meet someone that looks too close to someone you thought you killed.

another universe. another one off the list as one of the spider-men report that there was no existence of a family of his own. an idea that was foreign to him until he discovered his counterpart’s life. now, he only longs to have that happiness. throbbing migraines plaguedmiguel as he rewatched videos of his counterpart’s family. watching both of his daughters play soccer, one lingered on his eldest who was teaching her little sister which is when a pounding headache struck him. 

the noise of the sliding doors of his domain immediately made him turn off his screens while holding his forehead. 

“you ought to turn some lights on in here, miguel,” jessica’s voice broke the silence.

he grumbled, “i already told you that the light gives me migraines. the screens are enough light. what are you doing here, anyways?”

“lyla didn’t tell you?” she questioned.

the bright light glitches around the two before settling on miguel’s shoulder, “i tried, but the big bear looked like he was gonna cry again. so, i let him be. there’s another anomaly on the loose, looks like there’s already a spider-man out there. but, i can’t seem to recognize the watch’s serial numbers.”

“it’s fine, you said that some of the watches are defective,” miguel snagged a watch off his desk, tossing it to jessica who swiftly pocketed it. “you’ll be back-up. lyla, open the coordinates of the anomaly.”

“what’s the magic word?” she teased, causing him to groan. the headache was not helping him, worsening as she kept talking.

wanting the teasing to end, he immediately mumbled out, “please, lyla.”

“of course.” she complied, opening a portal miguel’s mask integrated with the suit’s technology, with each step he took, the headache pounded ins his temple. a dragging weight felt resting on his shoulders. lyla appeared once again, “you okay there, big guy? there doesn’t seem to be any negative indicators with your health.”

“i’m fine, just give me a second,” he closed his eyes, taking a breath before fully entering the new universe. as soon as he crossed over, the anomaly’s coordinates appeared on his holographic display. the familiar sound of web-slinging and a sudden crash against a building alerted him. quickly moving towards the scene, he finds that the anomaly had been a different version of the green goblin. the hero swung around the street, rough but smooth movements, similar to his own style.

“wow. she moves like you,” lyla commented, observing the fight unfold, “should we help her?”

before miguel could respond, he noticed the silhouette sinking its fangs into the defeated villain’s neck. that’s my thing. a piercing scream erupted, he watched the body go limp, “she can’t kill him here.”

miguel landed behind the anonymous spider-man. the mask covered their face once more in a similar fashion as his suit’s technology does. some copycat wannabe. the unknown figure immediately shot a web at him, but he was able to dodge, “i need you to step away from him. now.”

“and who are you supposed to be?” they  dropped the barely conscious figure and turned to face miguel. chuckling, “a fan, i suppose. wasn’t aware that that this universe knew about me.”

a female voice. she pointed the resemblance between the suits, she opted for black suit with darker shades of red, emulating the shadows of the night. the difference lay in the eyes, hers opting for a similar style of gwen’s, being able to see the expressions much more.  

miguel was much more preoccupied by the similarities that they had shared, even to the way they had mirrored each other in their similar stances. hands on the waist before both dropped their arms, slightly tilted in their standing now. trying to take a step closer, a significant pain in his head same from earlier, a ringing in his ear, a voice trying to enter his mind. the pain worse, enough for him to be brought to his knees, holding his head.

“okay, big guy. you’re odd, so i’m just gonna go,” the rustling and sounds of webs wrapping the body with incoherent groaning from the green goblin, “raro.. god, shut it, goblin, the paralysis will wear off.”

miguel fought through the overwhelming migraine, taking note to take another dose when he returned,“i need you to leave him here.”

“sorry dude, some guy has a hit on him in some universe and the reward for him being alive is so much more than him being dead,” she threw the goblin over as he tries to complain through his muffled cries.

confusion hits at the line, she continues as she types away on her watch, “some guy from an entirely different universe needs something of his, not entirely sure. revenge scheme, didn’t ask too much.”

“that breaks the rules of the multiverse entirely, wait, where did you get that watch” miguel questioned. this breaks the entirety of the code and calculations that he has been working on. everything he and lyla have built has been spot on, and this random spider-man breaks all of the script that he knows.

“none of your business, old man. maybe, goblin, here has been universe hopping after the multiverse went to shambles, like i said, didn’t ask the guy,” she shrugged. confidence, but that’s all being spider-man was, she looked up at him, saluting, “see you around, old guy.” 

before she was able to grab goblin to pull through the portal, miguel shot a web, flinging him to his own side, “you both are coming with me.”

“we’re doing this the hard way.”

“i said it first.”

“no, i said it first.” words in unison. miguel scrunched his eyebrows, and now, he needed to know the answers.

“fuck off, pendejo, give him to me,” she said, shooting a web, latching onto the villain, pulling him closer to her.

“pendejo? seriously? use a more colorful vocabulary,” miguel grabbed ahold of the web, using the sharp talons to cut them off. the sounds of the webs coming at him, yet he was blinded by the web for a split second before tearing it off. before she was able to hit him, he countered, delivering one crashing into the wall in front of him. she grunted in pain but managed to quickly recover, ready with renewed determination.

neither sides showed signs of relenting. they exchanged a flurry of blows, movements almost identically matching. the anonymous person seemed to be an impossible opponent, equaling the flow and style of the combat as his with swift strikes. the feeling as if he was fighting his own reflection, even the simulator that he built in the headquarters. though, there was a gap in experience as she slightly let up. miguel took advantage of the opening, webbing her leg, enough to slam her to the ground.

he wanted answers. 

breathing heavily, miguel pressed his claws enough on her arms, pinning her down, “who are you?”

“let me go, i don’t know who you are, or what universe of spider-man you are. just let me go,” she tried to claw at his arms, but his grip tightened as he held her against the ground. her attempts of kicking him, squirming around, similar to a little kid trying to escape an older sibling’s hold once they can’t escape from fighting. 

“let me go.”

“let me go.”

“let me go!”

the continuous of her thrashing around started to subside, yet her shouts started to turn quiet, repeating as if she felt trapped, which she was.

“i’ll let you go once you start answering me.”

“never, just let me go. you can have him, just let me go. i swear, i’m gonna kick you in your huevos,” her voice hushed but turned into annoyance. he sighed, throwing her arms. he stood up, just a hunch that she was just as stubborn as he was.

“thank you.. god,” she rubbed at her wrists specifically the one that held her watch as she sat up. trying to stand up, she felt to her knees, hands clutching the sides of her head.

“headache?” he questioned, wondering if she had the same. if they had various similarities, what could be one more?

“yeah, feels like i’m going crazy like someone’s trying to talking to me,” she massaged her temples as she rose to her feet. now, miguel needed to pry these answers out of her. who she was, what she was, what she does, and why was she like him.

“we’re from different dimensions, and we’re alike. why?” he questioned.

“aren’t all spider people the same?”

“no, if you come with me to earth-928, you’d see,” miguel started inputting information into his watch, ensuring that lyla had picked up all the information and running diagnostics on the spider-teen in front of him. yet, it was not picking up anything from her. another anomaly on the run?

“get kidnapped, no thanks. i’ll be out of your hair, so if you’ll excuse me,” she opened up a universe on her watch, ready to leave.

“my name is miguel o’hara and lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiver-“

“wait, what did you say your name was?”

“you didn’t even let me finish, it’s miguel o’hara. that doesn’t matter, what matters is,”

“dad?”

and that was when miguel knew all the answers he needed to know.

trying to find a different writing style. dont think i like it. this is just a draft, trying to play around the plot idea.

send requests in, lowkey wanna do miguel romance fanfics but idk

[littl3-bunny]

You would be coming home from the store after shopping unaware of the car behind you. That has been following you since you left the store. You go inside of your home and relax in the peace and quiet.

This keeps up for a week and you are completely unaware of the danger lurking outside. One night You’re laying in your bed, relaxing after a long day in some blue lingerie and you get a little bored. So you start slowly rubbing your clit thinking about whatever popped into your mind. Down starts three intruders broke in and know you’re home alone. They come upstairs and start warming themselves up for what’s about to come

You’re laying in the bed still enjoying yourself. And right when we think you’re about to cum. We burst through the doors, you would try and cover yourself up real quick but it’s too late. We like what we see. One guy holds your arms, one guy is spreading your legs. And the last one is already in your face with his cock ready to make you take it.

“You look like you can take some serious pounding let’s find out.” I grab you by your hair and slam my cock down your throat without mercy. As the guy spreading your legs begins to eat you out. I pull you off to the edge of the bed. And force it down your throat. I keep slamming away enjoying watching you struggle and fight. Unable to resist both me and my partner using you. He gets done warming you up with his mouth before he grabs you by the hips and slams into you also. The third guy reaches and grabs a shirt to tie your hands so he can get a better angle to watch you struggle and try and resist us using you.

Between your throat being ravaged, your pussy being stuffed, and the last guy standing there watching.. you feel helpless. Your eyes begin to water, and tears roll down your cheek, along with salvia. You then look at the third guy and he found your camera and is recording everything. He sets it up on the dresser. And taps me on the should. So we grab put you on your stomache so your ass is hanging off the bed. And he comes behind you so he can play with your asshole while we stuff your other two holes.

We keep using you over and over, and before you know it. We would slap your face, choke you, spank you. Pull on your nipples, punch you and just overall beat you . We left you as a quivering, crying mess. Leaking cum out of all your holes and some more on your face, hair, breasts and back. You’re laying there attempting to recover from this violent assault and we start laughing. You begin to question why when all of a sudden you notice on your dresser a small little black thing that isn’t yours. You realize quickly it’s a camera. They recorded everything! I bend down and say “if you promise to be our little okay thing from now on.. I could delete this video and not share it with your family and coworkers. Shit I’ll even delete it on spot right now if you can pleasure me and my friends and look like you’re loving it. How does that sound? But you gotta make us cum in 10 minutes.”

You would much more eager to play. Using your body the best you can while moaning. Begging us to fill your holes with cum. You’d be acting like a cock hungry slut wanting to be filled and just trying to finish us off before we leave. Sure enough, you wouldn’t make us cum in the 10 minutes even though you tried so hard. Just due to how many times we’ve already cum, so I laugh and shoot one more load on your face and breasts and grab the camera. You realize the light was on and I recorded everything that just happened too.

The final time I would have my friends lift your ass up and I would step on your head as I fuck you in the ass. Applying the pressure to your head when I hit it deep just to make you know you’re just a hole to be used by us. And once I fill your ass up with my cum I would pull out and spit on you.

“So I guess we will see you next week, be ready.” As we start laughing and walk out the door.

You’d love being broken in like the slut you are. I’m sure you do. You’d be such a obedient little toy after we break you in. You’d beg for it more and more. Every week I’m sure you’d touch yourself thinking of how we violated you and get ready however you can get please us for next time. Our slutty personal pornstar. You’d do such a good job pleasuring us we’d have to invite a few more friends. I know we would, infact we would be more than happy to enjoy you more than once a week. You’d be our favorite plaything and would love every second of filling your holes with our cum.

We’d get to the point we’d take you to the park and fuck you in a restroom leaving you as a mess, with a sign that says “Free Use”.

You'd be left there all day with random men paying me to use your holes. Writing on you and degrading you. You’d be laying on the ground when we are done. Sore, head in a fog and I would pick you up and position you. And you’d just know. You’d start cleaning our cocks, making sure to suck and lick them all clean.

I'll let you know that I came twice to this sir... I'm sorry for not asking for permission first but it was just soo good and it made me feel needy <3

[paperbackribs]

How to define a dingus

Prompt Day 17 – Platonic Stobin | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: humour, clueless and pining Steve, Robin's turn with the braincell, steddie end-game, requited love | WC: 986 For @steddieholidaydrabbles

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“Steve,” Robin says, holding his head between her palms, directing him away from the sight of Eddie driving away in his van. Her brows are furrowed and voice determined, “Steve-ing-ton.”

Steve’s own brows rise, a crinkle above the face she holds stationary like he’ll escape if she doesn’t pin him down. “Yes, Robington?”

A crash of VHS cases sound to the left of him and he’s able to turn just enough to see a toddler running with their hand outstretched by the lower shelves before Robin jerks him back, her blue eyes staring him down intently.

“Do you know what a dingus is?” The bell above the Family Video door rings as more people pour in and Steve shifts restlessly on his feet.

It’s Friday afternoon, the place is busy as everyone prepares for the weekend, and he’s pretty sure that a different kid is licking the storefront windows from the outside. “Me?” He answers, hoping that she’ll release him soon.

“Yes. But no,” she retorts mysteriously. A woman calls for their attention in front of the counter, but Robin stays focused. “A dingus is a bit of an idiot.” Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Unfortunately clueless.” He tilts his head back as far as he’s allowed, groaning over the sound of the woman asking for them again.

“But overall, a dingus is loveable.” He stops, squinting at her while he waits for the other shoe to drop. “Thank you?” He says.

“Excuse me.”

They turn in unison, Robin’s hands still attached to Steve’s cheeks and the woman takes a step back as if made nervous by their sudden attention. She clears her throat and adjusts her acid wash jean jacket. “My son wants to hire Gremlins but Marcy Burgess said that it’s obscene. What’s the rating on it.”

They both look down at the case in her hands, on it a man holds a white shoebox with a creature peaking out from inside. At the top right corner, a large sticker says PG.

“Pheobe Cates,” Steve whispers from the side of his mouth. “I know,” she hisses back, elbowing him sharply out of the way to help the woman.

It’s over an hour later, as Steve swipes the barcodes on the back of the recently returned films, that Robin turns her attention back to him.

“A dingus,” she starts with no introduction, taking off from where they had left the conversation earlier, “Is loveable enough that he can probably get away with accidently spurning the object of his affection.”

Steve frowns, grabbing the cleaning spray to wipe off the mysterious spill on The Shop Around the Corner. “I did what now?” He asks patiently, scrubbing at the plastic.

“Eddie,” she says, “The whole…” She waves her hand in the air and Steve dodges just in time, “Thing with the ring.”

Steve just shakes his head at her, uncomprehending. Eddie had visited earlier, a lovely distraction before the customers had started tumbling in. But then Eddie is always a lovely distraction, even if Steve can’t tell him that outright.

It’s a nice fantasy though, he thinks. Maybe taking Eddie by the hand, telling him that he’s sweet and funny just to watch the pink rise to his cheeks.

He sighs, wiping his hands on his jeans. But that’s all it is, a fantasy. They’re friends and, sure, every time Eddie calls him sweetheart or baby or throws his arm over the back of the couch behind Steve, it makes his heart pound, fast and hard enough that he usually misses half of the conversations around him until he starts to calm down. But that’s Eddie, he’s demonstrative and affectionate with everyone, and Steve’s just a friend.

“The ring,” she groans, her bracelets rattling as she throws both hands up in the air this time. “You mean the one I tried on,” Steve supplies.

“Yes,” she says sharply, grabbing his left hand by the ring finger and wagging it in front of his face. “And what did Eddie say after you said how nice his jewellery makes his hands look?”

Steve shrugs, “Something a little new, from me to you. What do you think?” Thankfully she doesn’t point out how sad it is that he listens so closely to Eddie that he can quote him verbatim.

“While he pushed his new one onto your left ring finger,” Robin’s eyes bore into him.

Steve remembers, it’d had a silver bat on it and when Eddie slipped it on Steve’s finger all he could think about was how nearly empty Eddie’s eyes had looked when they'd found him covered in blood in the Upside Down. He’d hidden his shudder but could still feel how uneasy his smile had been when he’d replied that it wasn’t his style.

He blinks.

Robin nods, correctly guessing that the cogs have finally turned.

“He was hitting on me,” Steve breathes, body going hot then cold from the realisation that he’d essentially told Eddie that he’s not his style. “Oh shit.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin hums affirmatively.

“Christ,” Steve tugs his hair in horror.

“Dingus!” Robin grips his shoulders, shaking him out of his fugue. “Go!”

Steve frantically swings his gaze around the store, knowing that he’s still got half of his shift left and he’ll be leaving Robin alone and suddenly overwhelmed at the thought that Eddie’s not going to want to see him again.

“You’ll never know unless you talk to him,” Robin says and Steve realises that he’d verbalised his thoughts. “Go!” She orders him and Steve goes. He scrambles to the car and drives like a bat out of hell to finally pound on Eddie’s trailer door.

Eddie swings open the screen, looking down at him warily. “They’re my style,” Steve blurts out. “Love them, want to see them all the time, want them forever,” he hastily pleads.

Eddie slowly smiles and steps back, gesturing for Steve to follow him in.

[firesandthethuds]

Teddy Picker

Alex Turner x reader

Humbug era | fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: some swearing and the rest is just fluff

You and the guys were sitting in the tour bus after a show, all of you bored out of your minds. You tried playing some card games to pass the time with Jamie and Alex, but it only resulted in even more frustration.

Nick was sleeping on the couch across from you all, snoring loudly, earning a couple of annoyed sighs from the rest. Jamie nudged his arm, making him curse his mate under his breath.

"I wanna do something productive, I don't wanna sit around here like a sloth all night." you yawned.

"That's a new quote from you I'll keep in mind." Alex laughed at his own joke, while you rolled you eyes.

"Oh you lot, me and Jamie saw an arcade round ‘ere yesterday, we could go there, since we have fuck all to do." Matt mentioned, making your face light up.

You and Nick let out an excited "Yes!" at the same time, earning smiles from the rest of the band.

-

The bus wasn’t far from the arcade so you all decided to walk. When you arrived you, nick and jamie raced to the entrance, betting £5 each for the winner.

Jamie won earning groans from you and nick. “Want me money please”. Jamie said a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Nah mate you cheated”. Nick tutted, punching Jamie in the arm. “Yeah you little cheat cookie”. You scoffed turning around to look for Matt and Alex who were still a bit far behind.

“INNIT AL HE CHEATED”. You yelled from a distance so he could hear. He just put his hands up smiling as him and Matt continued to walk over to you lot.

“He didn’t cheat love, you’re just a sore loser”. Alex whispered in your ear when they finally got to you. You pushed him away and rolled your eyes, causing him to let out a laugh.

When you entered the place, you were welcomed with loads of games, such as claw machines, racing video games, a pool table and so many more. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the whole place, making you look like a child seeing their presents on Christmas day.

From the corner of your eye you spotted a claw machine that had different coloured teddies and they were holding a red heart in their hand which said ‘I love you’ in white writing.

"Al can we please have a go on that?" you pouted at him doing your best puppy dog eyes. “Yeah of course love”. He smiled putting your hand in his and you walked over to the machine.

He gave you a pound coin, which you then placed in the coin slot. He smiled as you concentrated on moving the joystick to the chocolate brown teddy, which was placed near the edge of the glass. Alex then gently placed his hands on your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder, his long hair brushing against your cheek.

“Think you need a goodluck kiss princess”. He grinned, you moved you face to the side slightly so he could kiss your cheek. “I want a proper kiss otherwise the luck won’t work”. He said grabbing your face, his lips gently pressing onto yours.

You pulled back looking into his eyes.“Hopefully that helps me win”. You giggled before turning back to face the machine, when you got the claw in the place you wanted.

You pressed the button, making the claw go down and grab the teddy, it kept getting closer and closer to the reward drop, despite the fact it being your first try the claw dropped the teddy into the reward section and you let out a squeal.

You bent down and grabbed the teddy from the slot showing it to Al. "Look, look! I got it!" You jumped into his arms with your new prized possession.

“Guess my special kiss worked”. He smirked putting you back down on the floor. “hmm yeah sure”. You muttered rolling your eyes.

You both begin to walk around the place seeing if anything else caught your eye. “so what you gonna name her”. Al said pointing at the bear.

“Umm maybe Bella, what do you think?”. You asked showing him the bear. “Yeah she looks like a Bella”. He replied, you hugged the bear tightly into your chest never wanting to let it go.

-

After walking around for a while you both spotted the boys, they were on these car racing games. “Oh my god Matt let me get on”. You spoke rushing over to the motorcycle game Matt was on.

He moved forward on the bike so you could get on the back, “Cookie help me up”. You asked him, he moved to your side so you could use his shoulder to get up.

Once you were on the back of the motorcycle you wrapped you hands around Matts waist. Alex then got on the one next to you both.

“You gotta bitch? where’s ya girlfriend?”. You said smirking at Alex. “Hello darling, you ridin with wrong man”. He replied putting a pound in the coin slot.

“ya reckon” you giggled, he laughed nodding a yes, Jamie then got on the back of Alex’s bike. “Got enough room there love?”. He jokingly said to Jamie. “Yeah want me to take me top off”. Jamie flirted twirling his hair.

You all then started playing, “COME ON MATT GO FASTER THERE GONNA WIN”. You shouted moving the bike to the side slightly, “Oi i’m trying y/n ya distracting me”. He tutted twisting the handles faster.

“Told ya love ya ridin with wrong man, we’re gonna wi-“. He got out before he crashed and big red ‘GAME OVER’ letters appeared on his screen.

You and Matt let out a loud laugh, as Alex’s face dropped in defeat. Him and Jamie got off the bike now watching you and Matt.

“Don’t know why your laughing love”. He said his hands finding there way to your sides and tickling them. “AL- s-stop please”. You giggled hitting his arms. “Al piss off will you mate we’re gonna win”. Matt groaned.

Alex stopped tickling you eventually eyes going to the screen in front of you. “YES MATT COME ON YESS”. You let out in victory.

You and Matt got off the bike and gave each other a high-five. “Yes y/n”. Matt Laughed picking you up and swinging you around.

“Alex stop sulking”. You pouted walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not” He spoke rolling his eyes.

-

After a while of walking around the place You and Matt both saw a dance machine at the same time, smiling widely. You grabbed Alex's hand and dragged him towards it.

"Al you should definitely do it." You giggled, “Y/n i’m not doing it”. He said with a serious face. “Come on, you’re always moving them hips on stage you’ll do good”. You winked pushing him towards the machine.

“Fine”. He huffed earning a grin from you. He put a £2 coin in to the machine and go onto the platform, him and matt decided on a song to do together and hit play.

-

"I swear to god Y/n, why did you make me do this..." Al sighed, while Matt was already showing off his dance moves, jamming to the song.

They were both tapping their feet on the arrows on the dancefloor, each of them focused on what they were doing. Alex was missing a lot of notes, since he couldn't get the hang of it, and you and Nick were trying hard not to burst into laughter at how bad he was.

“come on Al you got this”. Nick laughed nudging your arm because Alex was missing every note that was coming on the screen.

Matt, on the other side, was doing amazing, which made Jamie cheer for him, causing Alex to groan in frustration. “I can’t do it it’s going too fast”. He signed.

“Come on mate do it like me” Matt spoke his feet never missing a note, Alex just rolled his eyes trying to focus on the screen in front of him.

Matt was still doing very good until he accidentally slipped and fell on his back, causing him to lose the game. All of you laughed heartly, well, except for Matt, who was cursing each and all of you under his breath.

“Matt are you okay?” you got out before falling into a fit of laughter with the boys. “Fuck you all, fucking losers”. He groaned, finally joining in with the laughter.

A/N: This fic was heavily inspired by one of the view from… vids hope you enjoy. Also i’m going to make a taglist if you want to be added let me know x

[ateez-ana]

wonderland behind scenes

「-now you are watching wonderland behind scenes by @ateez on youtube-」

#clip1

In the vibrant tapestry of Wonderland's music video, amidst towering mushrooms and surreal landscapes, Ana  emerged from the shadows, her camera poised to document the whimsical chaos behind the scenes.

'Camera's rolling!' she exclaimed, a playful grin spreading across her face. 'So, what's the tea, ATINYs? Let's spill the beans, welcome to ana vlog'

As the camera captured the antics of her fellow members, Ana couldn't resist sharing her thoughts. 'Wooyoung is trying to make a flower fort back there , while San is running around' She giggled. 'And look, Seonghwa is practicing his scene he looks so beatiful, he has always been beautiful, what do you think guys?" ana said pointing the carama at Seonghwa who was talking with the director

Eyes twinkling with mischief, Ana panned the camera over to Mingi. 'And Mingi, the chocolate thief! He dared to steal my precious candy bar. But don't worry, I'm plotting my revenge.'

"ok so today we are filming wonderland music video and to all our amazing fans, thank you for being with us on this magical adventure. You make everything we do so special. We love you.. Watching the creation of this masterpiece has been incredible. The costumes, the dancers, the choreography—it's all come together to create something truly extraordinary. We put our hearts and souls into this project, and we hope you love it as much as we do. It's a tribute to your love and support. We couldn't have done it without you, me and mingi have scenes on fire so you know "we on fire" ok that was a bad joke please cut it in the edit"

#clip2

As the crew prepared for Yeosang's solo scene,Ana,excitement crackled in the air as she watched Yeosang with unwavering admiration.

The director called for silence, and the cameras began to roll. Yeosang poured his soul into his movements, his body flowing with effortless grace. Ana's eyes widened, her heart pounding with pride and adoration. She couldn't contain her emotions as she whispered, 'Wow, you're incredible, Yeosang!'

As the scene reached its climax, Ana couldn't help but release a deafening scream. Her enthusiasm pierced through the silence, reverberating throughout the studio. Yeosang's gaze met hers, and a shy smile spread across his face. The camera captured the moment, preserving the raw and genuine bond between them.

the director called 'Cut!' and the crew erupted in applause. Yeosang bowed deeply, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Ana rushed forward, unable to resist showering him with compliments.

'You were amazing, Yeosang!' she exclaimed. 'I'm so proud of you!' Yeosang looked at Ana with a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment.

#clip3

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and hairspray. It was the final day of the Wonderland music video shoot, and everyone was pushing to get the last scene – the grand finale group dance – in the can.

“Just one more, guys,” Hongjoong announced, his voice hoarse but determined. “And then we can all go home and sleep for a week.”

A chorus of groans and tired laughter rippled through the group. “I'm not even sure I can stand anymore,” San complained, dramatically collapsing onto the floor.

“You're just tired because you spent the entire day complaining about the costume,” Mingi retorted, earning a playful shove from San.

While the others joked, a quiet tension hung in the air. This scene was crucial. It was their chance to showcase their synchronized dance skills, and the pressure was on.

“Don't worry, guys,” ana said, her voice full of confidence, “We got this. We've practiced this a million times.”

“Yeah, but it’s the last scene,” Wooyoung chimed in, his voice laced with apprehension. “We need to nail it.”

'Don't worry, we're going to blow them away,' Yunho, the main dancer, said with a reassuring smile. He looked at Ana, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You ready to show them what you’ve got, Ana?”

Ana knew what he meant. Yunho was one of the main dancers, and they were both known for their dynamic and powerful moves. The director had specifically requested them to lead the final dance, allowing them to showcase their skills and bring the video to a climax.

“Ready to bring the house down,” she replied, a playful grin spreading across her face.

As the crew prepped the cameras, a wave of nervousness swept over the group. They were tired, their muscles ached, and the pressure of delivering a perfect performance was immense.

 Their movements were sharp and precise, their energy contagious. Yunho and Ana, positioned at the center, led the choreography, their bodies a blur of movement and grace. Their synchronized steps, the way their bodies moved in perfect harmony, it was mesmerizing. They were a force of nature, and their passion was evident in every gesture.

As the dance progressed, the tension in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of exhilaration. The crew, mesmerized by their performance, forgot about the fatigue and the pressure. They were simply witnessing something truly special.

The final sequence of the dance was a complex, intricate routine, demanding perfect coordination and timing. Ana and Yunho, their bodies moving in a mesmerizing dance of power and grace, held the spotlight. The camera focused on their every move, capturing the intensity of their performance.

A few moments before the final pose, the director yelled “Cut!”

Ana, still caught in the energy of the dance, let out a playful laugh and shouted, “Dance!” in a silly voice, starting to move her body in a ridiculous, improvised dance. Yunho, unable to contain his laughter, joined her. Seoghwa, standing nearby, couldn't resist joining in, their movements becoming increasingly absurd.

The camera caught the scene, capturing their goofy antics.

“Aitiny, don’t look at that!” yunho shouted to the camera, his eyes wide with mischief, before breaking into a fit of laughter.

The crew, unable to resist the infectious energy, laughed along with them.

#clip4

Yunho adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling the familiar warmth of the studio lights on his skin. He was in the middle of a large, dimly lit set, surrounded by rows of old television screens flickering with static. It wasn’t anything fancy, but somehow, the air crackled with an uncanny energy.

“So, this is my scene,What scene did i film? Something like I’m controlling members in front of the TV? I think we filmed as if it feels like I led members, Let’s go! Let’s go! To the beginning that the ending is waiting!"

unaware of the small drama unfolding behind him, Hongjoong, leaned against a towering tree, his head resting on the shoulder of a girl with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. She, Ana had a playful hand reached up, threading through Hongjoong's soft, dark hair. Ana's thumb gently grazed his cheek, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Their laughter, hushed and melodic, drifted on the breeze, a melody only audible to those close enough to hear.

He turned his head, ever so slightly, just enough to glimpse the tableau behind him. Hongjoong, his head tilted back, eyes closed as Ana's hand traced patterns on his cheek. Their bodies were close, an unspoken intimacy permeating the air.

The realization slammed into Yunho with the force of a tidal wave. His eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping his lips. His initial instinct was to step back, to shield the scene from the prying eyes of the camera. He shifted slightly, his body strategically blocking the view of the couple behind him, a nervous chuckle bubbling up in his throat. Clearing his throat, he continued speaking, his voice tinged with a faint tremor of amusement

'So, yeah, this place is pretty amazing,' he said, a playful glint in his eyes, his gaze flicking back to the camera.

[tired-biscuit]

Idk if this is a thirst but I can’t stop thinking about dilf ish kiba and younger naruto sister reader hooking up LOL

like forced ish breeding from kiba but she likes saying no just for the fun of it (consensual obviously) idk i just think of kiba when i see this video (nsfw)

https://twitter.com/nightdatings/status/1604895927793508352?s=46&t=6RxatRDLfPc8Y545axC0DQ

link (nsfw)

oh my goshhh, the kissing??! the ear biting??! and her little socks??! and the sound of her ass smacking against him when he starts to pound??!??! THIS IS HOW HE FUCKS AND I MIGHT DIE, OK!

to be completely honest, you pretending that you don’t want it and saying no and sort of trying to push him away and all that stuff is something i do see him being very into because it gives him a challenge to conquer and a chance to use a little bit of force and to be rougher and more in control of the entire situation. he’ll use every excuse to manhandle you and put you in your place, you know?

he’ll make you admit that you want him.

and it also gives him the chance to push your face into the pillow and be like “you don’t look like you want me to stop, though”, or when he can feel your pussy clench around him he can get all complacent about it, teasing you with a, “you sure you want me to pull out, kiddo? ‘cause the way your cunt keeps on squeezing me is tellin’ me otherwise.”

and it just feeds his ego SO DAMN MUCH, especially because your scent and body language can’t lie about how bad of a sucker you are for the entire thing and your attitude is crumbling underneath him and all of a sudden you’re going from no to literally begging him to spill his load inside you because he starts to pound you so fucking good whenever he’s close!

also yeah, amongst other things that he likes about you, he’d find the fact that you’re his friend’s younger sister very appealing, too. especially if there’s like a bit of an age gap between you because it proves to him that ‘he’s still got it when it comes to scoring young pussy’ or whatever, even though you’re supposed to be untouchable and ‘forbidden’ because of your sibling (he wants you even more because of it)… and because he feels more in charge since he’s older and more experienced, and simply lives for the thrill that the risk brings.

it’s why he tends to call you kid and kiddo and squirt and other stupid little nicknames like that; almost to make you feel a bit incompetent and thus more reliant on him in a way?

and he’d find the entire pretending in front of others (especially in front of naruto) so fun. like a game of sorts. if he’s anything, he’s foolishly brave and full of himself, so he persuades you to walk around the house with his cum dripping from you, soaking your underwear while you all hang out (he’s so slick and charming when he wants to be, how can you ever say no?) and he just can’t stop smiling because of it, trying to hide the grin behind his hand because he knows something the others don’t and he can smell himself on you while the others can’t and that makes him feel superior in a way.

btw, i do feel like this version of kiba would simply die from happiness if you’d let him take your virginity. he wants you to remember him so bad.

[trolls-poppy-specialist]

so, I was working on a RedCrackle fic and i wrote a reunion scene coz it was in my to-dos

@grahamcarmen

@redxcrackle

@redcracklestan

@redcxackles-backup

@redcxackle

@redxcrackle

(from gray’s pov)

“GRAY!”

I’m fiddling with the electricity supply, barely managing to place the final touches before I get wrapped up in a bear hug. My heart skips a beat at the familiar voice, and from the corner of my eye, I see the familiar lump of curly auburn hair and register the scent of rose-scented perfume I know all too well. The wetness on my coat is surprising.

“Carmen?” I break the hug, staring into her blue-grey eyes, and they are slightly swollen and red, “you’re crying.”

Oh gosh. I messed up. 

“I know… I just… I thought you were gone…” the last of her sentence becomes an inaudible murmur as she sobs and lets out a soft hiccup.

“Why are you here?” I try not to sound too condescending, and the straight look of Shadowsan appears in my head. I instantly feel scared.

Her face falls in five seconds, and I’d feel guilty if I didn’t hear what she says next, “My team dragged me here.” I grip onto her bare hand as she buries her face into my chest, and my heart flutters to seventh heaven. But at the same time, I can tell that she’s more closed off than usual, and I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Zack and Ivy are probably whispering somewhere, Shadowsan is probably judging me, and Player is probably on video call listening in to this conversation.

So I better not screw anything up.

“You seem quiet. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know how to say this but I… I… I love you.” the confession nearly goes unheard, but I manage to catch it amidst the whir of the air-conditioning, and it’s then I realise that most of the men who work here have stopped in their tracks, staring at us, and the chatting crowd outside has partially gone silent. I try my best to ignore it.

Did she just…?

Oh god, she just did. What do I say back? How’ll she react? Will it be bad or good? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear the two Boston siblings giggling, and I do my best to shake the thought out of my head.

“I love you too, and–” I manage the best and most reassuring smile I can, only to have the remaining words die on my tongue when I feel a tug on my coat, followed by her lips on mine. I don’t know what to do for a second as I hear my heart pound in my chest and feel the blood rushing through my ears.

She’s kissing me.

My first kiss with the most beautiful girl in the world is great.

I can’t think straight, and I’m left stunned.

But it is kind of nice, actually.

I let my eyes slip shut, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer as I run a hand through her auburn locks. The world seemingly stops rotating as if frozen in time. It’s not like the kissing scenes in movies, but just something new, something that I haven’t gone through, even with my first girlfriend.

Heaven. Sheer heaven.

Heaven is what it is.

As we pull away, my hands moving to grip hers, I open my eyes, and it’s then that I register what’s going on in the real world. My male colleagues are standing, frozen in shock, one of them yelling, “YOU GO, GRAY!” while the rest blend in with the ocean of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’, some staring at me with what I perceive as envy in their eyes. Carmen’s crew has moved forward– Zack and Ivy are filming the entire thing and snickering, Player has his jaw slack from what I see on Carmen’s phone, and Shadowsan has his eyes widened as he’s chewing on something that looks like a Snickers bar.

I can hear whispers washing through the crowd, like ‘have you seen the look in his eyes whenever he mentions her? You should’ve seen the sparkle in them. That’s true love there’ and ‘this is Grammy-class romance here. I’m filming this for my Instagram’. Shadowsan is now uttering something that sounds like ‘Carmen is officially not single anymore.’, the last of his Snickers bar gone; and Zack is literally screaming at a volume so loud the security guards at the other end of the country could probably hear him, “OH MY GOSH! THEY KISSED! THIS WILL MAKE GOOD CONTENT FOR THE KIDS!”

Shadowsan, please, PLEASE don’t kill me. The last thing I want is to be at the hands of a sharp knife as he hurls profanities at me.

“Well done, Carm,” Ivy walks over, putting her hand on her shoulder, “you two are officially a couple now.”

Her cheeks turn crimson, and I can’t help but make the association.

La femme rouge.

“So…” I speak up, “you want to… go out on a date with me?”

[berry-loves-yandere]

heyy could you do yandere miguel diaz x reader where they get hurt while doing karate or getting beat up / bullied by another person? thankkkss

Why not? But imma make it darker cause, again, why not? (Reader/darling will be depicted as GN/demigirl)

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy mindset, aggression, threatening, violence, murder threats, attempted murder manipulation, gaslighting, slut shaming, SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONS, RAPE MENTIONS, blood mentions, bruising mentions, vomit mentions, vomit, notions towards abusive relationship, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

(Y/N) got home after work, feeling sick with themselves, all they wanted to do was throw up.

Then arms were wrapped around their waist, so she quickly turned around, elbow jutted out, ready to hit the person behind them but it was stopped, by none other than their boyfriend, Miguel.

"Good to know what I taught you hasn't gone to waste." He joked, smiling brightly.

(Y/N) just turned their face away from him and nodded.

"Hey. Why aren't you looking at me? You know I hate when you look somewhere else while I'm speaking." He told them.

"Sorry." (Y/N) mumbled before sniffling.

"Face me when you're speaking with me." Miguel demanded.

(Y/N) shook their head, sparking enough anger in Miguel for him to roughly grab her face and turn it to him.

Then he saw the makeup smudges, bruises, tears and some blood across his girlfriend's face.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" He angrily asked, squeezing (Y/N)'s face.

"No one! I fell! Okay?! Now leave me alone!" (Y/N) shouted at him before storming off to their room and slamming the door.

“NO! I WON’T FUCKING LEAVE YOU ALONE CAUSE THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN A BLACK EYE FROM FALLING!” Miguel yelled, pounding his fist on the door.

“GO AWAY!” (Y/N) screamed.

“(Y/N). You’re gonna open this door or so help me god I will rip it off its hinges and really make you cry!” Miguel threatened.

(Y/N) just sobbed and made no effort to move.

“(Y/N). You have 10 goddamn seconds.” Miguel started his countdown.

(Y/N) quickly scrambled to the door and unlocked it.

Miguel smiled at them before entering the room and grabbing her by the arm.

“Now we’re sit down on your bed and you tell me the truth, okay? Or else maybe I might take my anger out on you instead of the person that hurt you. Do you understand?” Miguel slightly mocked (Y/N), who just nodded.

“It was one of my co-workers, y’know the creepy one that I complained about? And he...he um, I don’t wanna talk about it...” (Y/N) teared up as she thought of the previous events of the day.

Miguel hugged his girlfriend into his chest and rubbed their back, making tutting noises.

“Go on.” He instructed them.

“He tried to y’know, do stuff that I didn’t want. And when I said no, he started to hit me but I used what you taught me and he left me alone for a bit. But when I was about to clock out, he... he...” She broke down sobbing, unable to finish their sentence.

“Did he rape you?” Miguel calmly asked, almost too calm.

“No. I was lucky but he got close and I just... I feel sick!” (Y/N) exclaimed before running to the bathroom and vomiting in the toilet.

Miguel walk over to the bathroom and carefully held his girlfriend’s hair back as she threw up and cried.

Once there was nothing left in her stomach to upchuck, Miguel helped them clean up while rubbing their back.

“You should go lay down. Get some rest. I forgot that I needed to pick up something for my mom. I’ll be back soon.” He told them.

(Y/N) nodded and went to bed, exhaust from vomiting.

Miguel left her home, blood boiling with extreme anger.

‘How dare he try to touch my girl. MY beautiful, perfect, amazing girlfriend. In ways that even I haven't before! That disgusting cretin is gonna wish he was never born.’ Miguel thought as he marched over to the video game store where (Y/N) worked.

He saw the disgusting vermin, who's name he didn't care about, sitting behind the counter, not doing anything.

"Hey." Miguel addressed the other guy.

"Hey dude, how can I help you?" The creep replied.

"How about you stop trying to touch (Y/N) asshole." Miguel stated through gritted teeth.

"(Y-? Oh! You mean the slut that I work with? Nah man, she definitely likes it. I mean like, why else would she constantly be dressing in those tiny shorts and constantly bend over? She definitely wants me." The guy chuckled.

Miguel was fuming and grabbed the pervert by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here fucker. That's my girlfriend. And if you ever disrespect her or touch her again, I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you." Miguel hissed out.

"Chill dude. I won't touch her. Geez." The sleaze ball sighed.

"I'm fucking serious. Don't you dare lay a finger on her. Or speak about her like that again." Miguel demanded, choking the asshole with the collar of his shirt.

The guy's face began to turn blue, so he nodded rapidly and Miguel let go of him.

"Alright man! Alright! Fuck!" The weirdo gasped for air.

Miguel then left, happy that he was protecting his girlfriend, his angel, his reason to live.

And if Miguel ever heard of that fucker doing anything, and he meant anything, to (Y/N), then Miguel would follow through on his threat without a doubt.

[tsokomari]

mirrors | oikawa tooru

tw: body insecurities, self-hate, and suggestive themes

“I look terrible, Tooru.”

“Oh, do you, now? You say that, literally right after I shower you with all my affections just two minutes ago?” Oikawa struts into the bathroom, in all his naked glory.

He knows. That’s for sure. He knows you are talking about something else.

The issue isn’t the abundance of marks littered across your chest, your flushed face, or the scratch marks he accidentally left on your arm after holding you far too hard in ecstasy.

In retrospect, you realize being adventurous enough to fuck each other senselessly in your apartment bathroom was a bad idea. He has somewhat of a vain streak but is not narcissistic. Regardless, he now has a huge mirror right above your shared sink counter.

There’s always been something about yourself that irks you. Right in the mirror, naked from top to bottom, you can see it more clearly.

Your arms feel like it’s robbing the mirror of space. Your stomach looks like it’s bearing a six-month-old belly, when in fact you haven’t eaten much since lunch... only opting for a small smoothie to keep your hunger at bay until dinner.

Your eyes rest on your face, a year ago you still had a prominent jaw. But now all you could see was roundness. It wasn’t a surprise when your friend told you that you look like a plate when you saw each other over a video call.

There isn’t much to talk about, not when you step on top of the scale and find you’ve grown quite a few pounds in the last two weeks.

You see the setter stand behind you, and you meet his gaze through the mirror’s reflection.

“What part of this…” he places a light hand right above your stomach. “… is ugly?”

It’s an eyesore, you think. “It’s too big.”

“I think it’s fluffy.” He gives it a small, barely noticeable, teasing pinch. “It makes you look soft, not gigantic.”

“I look too round.” You weakly gestured to your face. “I look stupid. Your fans say so.”

Oikawa wordlessly leaves you in front of the mirror, and after a few seconds, he comes back wearing his boxer briefs. His hand holds one of his large sweaters.

“I think you look beautiful.” He makes you face him, away from the mirror, away from the horror. And he begins to place the sweater on your body. “And those people don’t matter.”

“But they do…” You feel your tears welling behind your eyes. So you cover them with your hands, even using the sleeves to wipe off the salty tears on your face. “They told me we don’t look good together, and that I bring you down.”

“Hey, look at me.” He pries your hands away from your face, but don’t stare at him. You simply look down to your toes and let the waters fall.

It breaks his heart to see you like this. Right from the get-go of your relationship, you told him you have problems within yourself. And that you didn’t want him dragged in with whatever inner turmoil you had in your mind.

But here you are, right beside him. Despite all odds and insecurities, you endured years of hate, just so you have the chance to stick by his side. Just so you have the chance to be with him.

He takes your cheeks in his hands and raises your head to face him.

The setter keeps his gaze stern but concerned all the same. “If those people matter, then why am I spending every hour of my time with you and not with them? Do you ever wonder why I decided to marry you? Why did I decide to find ways to make us work and to make your job work while we’re here in Argentina?”

You only shake your head, and you feel his thumbs wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“I love you, and you love me. That’s what matters. I don’t want our simple life to be stepped on by people who don’t know you; people who only know me as an athlete and not as a common person like anybody else.”

At this point, you have your head tucked under the crook of his neck. The feeling of safety, home, and comfort overwhelms your senses as you wrap your arms around each other. Silently thanking whatever deity for the greatest blessing you ever had... him.

“I know you see yourself differently as I do. I know my words can only give you a small reassurance. But, look, I know you hate the gym or any physical activity. I can help you research a safe diet.”

Oikawa feels your lips softly touch his neck, the same spot where you left a purple mark on him just ten minutes ago, and he can feel you nod in his embrace. “Okay.”

His hand draws circles on your the small of your back, while the other holds your nape to keep you in place. “If you lose motivation, I’ll diet with you. Heck, if you’d tell me you need to do intermittent fasting if that means you’d do it for yourself and no one else, then I’d make sure I have all the right alarms on my phone. I’ll cook your meals for you!”

You laugh, and your breath sends shivers down Oikawa’s spine, relieved to know that your crying has stopped. Relieved to know that things will be alright. You will be alright.

"You can't, Tooru," you sniffle. "You're a volleyball player. I'll be skinned alive if the public thinks I don't feed you."

He chuckles at that, and Oikawa's thumb keeps a grounding caress on the back of your neck. "I'd be with you regardless."

You both stand in the middle of the bathroom just like that, wrapped in a warm embrace. In his warm embrace. Soft sniffles can be heard in the small room, but there are no more tears, you think. At least not in this love.

Your husband places a long kiss on your cheek and turns your head to get a good look at you.

You dislike his stupid eyes. There's something within them that makes you feel whole whenever you catch his gaze.

As you both stare at each other in the silent whir of the bathroom's exhaust fan, Oikawa Tooru stares at you with something much greater than love itself.

You'd be crying again, for sure. There's a sharp tug behind your eyes that signals another wave of tears, but you assume that this water is something akin to boundless gratitude.

Before you could even speak, he pulls you a little closer and swallow whatever you wanted to say.

His kiss is more than warmth, more than comfort, and so much more than your pain. As both your lips move in the kindest, softest beckon your body has ever tasted.

The salt of your tears between your lips didn't matter, not when both his hands moved to hold your cheeks in place... to ground your soul right where it is in front of him.

It's a mystery to know how long you both stood in the room of white tiles, lips and bodies locked in a bubble of nothing but overflowing love. So you give the smallest whine you could, just to let your husband know your lungs are screaming.

Oikawa Tooru annoyingly gives your bottom lip a teasing bite, then he pulls away to break the silence.

“You could be the chubbiest squirrel in the forest, and I’d still love you either way.”

Huffing, quite breathless and frustrated he'd say something to pop the tension, you scrunch your nose in feigned disgust. “You’d marry a squirrel?”

The setter gives you a grin that could only remind you of how his face looks when he gives perfect tosses to his spikers. “If that squirrel is you, then absolutely.”

TSOKOMARI © 2023. do not plagiarize, translate or repost. all works are my own. reblogs are appreciated!