#prompt request babyyy

[mysaintkitten]

I fully forgot I had this .. so here’s a little something for y’all lol

prompt: Jonathan calls you up after having a few drinks

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), mentions of alcohol/intoxication, brief mentions of suicide, subby-ish Jonathan, phone sex, come eating

*not proofread & old as hell*

you’re abruptly awoken by the phone ringing. through squinted eyes, you peak at the clock sitting on top of your nightstand.

1:03 am flashes at you. who’s calling at this hour? you drag your body out of bed and trudge your way over to the living room where your home phone resides. once there, you drop to the couch and grab the phone, putting it up to your ear.

“hello?” you groan, you hear a small snicker on the other end.

“hiii babyyy!” they respond, clearly a little tipsy, you immediately recognize the voice.

it’s jonathan, your close friend, who had recently got placed into a psyche ward after attempting to kill himself. you hadn’t heard from him since he had told you the news. now here he is, ringing your phone at 1 am, while simultaneously dropping a “baby” bomb on you.

“jonathan?” you blurted, feeling yourself become a bit more awake, “what are you doing? why are you up? how do you even have access to a phone right now?”

he sighs into the phone, “me and toby sn- toby’s m’pal .. by the way .. we snuck out ‘n had a few drinks ..” his mumbles, “now ‘m allllll alone ..” he whines, dragging out the all to emphasize his loneliness, “oh ‘n about the phone .. since i’ve been so good they gave me a landline, cordless too, i mean they couldn’t give me a cord ‘cause i might wrap it around my neck, but it’s nifty!”

you roll your eyes. of course he’d do some shit like this. if it was any other friend, you would’ve told them bluntly that you’re not in the mood to talk, but jonathan was an exception right now. he was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, and his comment about wrapping the cord around his neck grounded you back into reality. you decided to chat with him for a while.

“is that so?” you reply, “how’d the night go?”

“fun!” he bubbled, “oh m’god .. me and toby .. my friend .. we saw this piss drunk guy fall in the street!” he giggles while recounting the incident. you giggle with him, not so much at the story, but at the fact that he felt the need to reiterate that he has a friend named toby.

“that sound very funny, jon, but shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?”

he whines, “‘m not tired! plus i’ve been thinking about you .. that’s why i called .. wanted to hear your voice ..”

oh?

“why’d you wanna hear my voice? you miss me that much?” you joke, relaxing more into the couch. he hums, “jus’ like how it sounds ..”

“well. you woke me up, and i don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you’re welcome to listen to my voice for a while.” you chuckle softly, not thinking too heavily about his intentions. he’s drunk, after all.

“hmm ..” he mumbles in approval, “can you jus’ talk? tell me about your day, love ..”

your brows furrow a bit at the request, but you oblige.

“i didn’t do too much .. just showered .. picked up a bit .. it was nice though.”

he groans quietly at you mentioning showering.

“mmh .. wards got no nice soaps .. i like how your soaps smell. always smellin’ so good ..” he murmurs, through the phone you can hear some minor rustling, but you assume it’s just jonathan drunkenly tossing and turning.

you laugh at his odd compliment, “you think i smell nice?”

“oh, i think a lot of you s’nice, darling.” he assures, his breathing becoming heavier

“what else about me is nice, jonathan?” you ask, thinking he’ll say something corny like your humour or your personality.

“that face f’yours .. gorgeous ..” he giggles and huffs, “‘n that body .. maybe it’s ’cause ‘m all alone .. ‘n a bit tipsy .. but i can’t stop thinkin’ about touchin’ you ..”

oh.

you’re not too sure what to say. you’ve been friends with jonathan for years, you would have never assumed that he wanted you that way. jonathan was very attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him in a sexual way before.

“jonathan ..” you reply calmly, “i think you’re just drunk and confused, how about we talk more tomorrow? you can call me when-“

he whines, “no, baby, ‘m sorry .. i’ve just wanted you .. for so long ..” he hums as his breathing becomes louder, “‘n now .. just your voice got me s’hard ..”

you pause, listening to jonathan, you still hear the shuffling and his breathing. occasionally he whines a few times, is he touching himself?

“jon, are you .. getting off right now?”

he chuckles, “s’hard .. mmh .. thought i might faint.”

you hate to admit it, but hearing jonathan’s neediness got you a little worked up. knowing he was hard just from your voice ignited some interesting feelings from within you.

as your mind is racing, jonathan speaks, “if i w’s there .. would y’touch me?”

your heart begins to pound, his words have become more direct. he’s not just rambling about how he feels, he wants to know how you feel. you slip one of your hands into your panties, feeling how slick you’ve become from jonathan’s words. you might as well get yourself off as well.

instead of answering, you flip the question. “i’m wondering what you’d do if i was there.” you laugh breathily as you gently rub your clit. jonathan whines into the phone, “god, baby, s’filthy. y’don’t even wanna know ..”

“tell me. i want to hear it.” you pry as you become more aroused, hearing jonathan moan weakly at his own thoughts.

“mmh .. wanna eat your cunt .. make y’come at least once on m’face ..” he groans, “wanna fuck you. raw. make y’shake ‘n cry from my cock. wanna make that cunt feel so so good.”

jesus. really didn’t take much convincing for him to spill his thoughts. you bite your lip at his words, hearing his fantasies made you blush embarrassingly hard.

“hm .. yeah?” you moan into the phone, rubbing your clit at a quicker pace

“‘n i wanna eat you again after my cocks been ‘nside you .. lick up our come ..” jonathan gasps, through the phone you can hear him fisting his now slick cock. “then i wanna kiss you when m’done ..” he adds, chuckling a bit.

“god ..” you sigh, “you are filthy.”

you’re finding it difficult to hold back your moans, you almost want jonathan to hear them at this point.

“you .. you got me all wet, jon ..” you admit a bit awkwardly, you’ve never had phone sex before, but you don’t think jonathan will notice.

he whimpers “are y’touching yourself, baby?”

“yeah .. yeah i am ..” you purr, sliding a finger inside yourself and moaning softly as you plunge it in and out.

“jesus, fuck ..” he huffs, “you rubbin’ your clit? or fingering yourself?”

“i’m doing both .. switchin’ every now and then ..” you coo, adding a second finger inside. you hiss slightly at the change, but your cunt quickly adapts and accepts the second finger.

“mmh!” jonathan moans, “s’hot, knowing you’ve got y’fingers all over that pussy .. you sensitive, baby?”

he’s really into calling you baby. although it feels foreign, you’re not opposed to it at all.

“yeah .. a bit ..” you chuckle breathlessly as you remove your slick fingers out and bring them back to your clit.

“oh, fuck ..” he whimpers loudly, “baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last- m’sorry ..”

you could tell from jonathan’s tone and desperate little whimpers that he was close, he didn’t need to tell you, but it’s kind of nice that he at least let you know.

“that’s okay, come jon. show me how good it feels.” you purr. he can’t physically show you, but he can verbalize it, and he does.

“mmf- fuck, baby, ‘m comin’-“ he moans loudly, you’re worried other people in the ward might hear him.

“that’s it, come on yourself jon, good boy.” you encourage, you’re almost surprised that you called him a good boy, you never expected that to slip out.

his moans dwindle into small little whimpers as he rides out the orgasm, huffing quietly once he’s come down.

“‘m all messy, baby ..” he giggles,

“poor thing, you gonna clean yourself up?” you hum to tease.

“mhm .. nice ‘n clean ..” he mumbles as you hear him making small sucking and licking noises,

“jon, are you licking up your come?” you nearly chuckle at him,

“well no one’s ‘ere to do it for me ..” he whines, continuing to lick away his come.

“jesus. dirty, dirty boy.” you scold playfully, toying with your clit again.

“‘m a dirty boy ..” he repeats while yawning, “dirty boy.”

“you tired?” you ask softly,

“mmh, yeah, little bit ..” he mumbles,

“how about you get some sleep and we talk more tomorrow, all right?”

“mmh.. but i wanna talk ..” he groans,

you laugh weakly at his determination, “i’ll be here tomorrow. trust me. get some sleep. we can talk when you’re more awake and sober.”

“fine .. g’night baby. sweet dreams.” he gives in, yawning again

“sleep well, jonathan.” you close before hanging up. as you place the phone down, you’re left with silence and your thoughts. you decide you might as well get yourself off, and you do, you come in your pants to the thought of jonathan’s whimpers and moans. then, you clean yourself off before heading back to bed.

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Not to jinx myself … but I am currently writing. Send me good energy yall please

[astrolynnworld]

needs

pairing: chris x reader

summary: chris is struggling to figure out who he is and the reader offers her help

warnings: smut! confusion, worry, doubt, reassurance, help, comfort, sub chris, needy, lust, mommy kink, riding.

a/n- a request with my own little twist on it

word count: 991

chris has been acting so weird lately..

not even weird as in like abnormal but just weird as in unnecessary clingy.

well, sometimes at least.

one day he’ll be himself where he’s independent but the next day he’ll be so dependent and needy with me.

it’s even followed us into the bedroom where sometimes he’ll get all soft and needy instead of taking complete control

i figure that i should probably talk to him about it before jumping to conclusions.

i make my way to the bedroom and find chris coming out from the shower.

“hey babyyy” he says happily as he places a kiss on my cheeks

“can i talk to you about something real quick?” i ask

“yeah sure what’s up?” he says cautiously

“i’ve noticed that you’ve been really clingy and needy lately? is there any specific reason? .. that you would like to share?” i hesitantly say

“um? i haven’t really noticed .. in what way?” he questions

“like .. i don’t know .. you’ve just kind of been submissive lately..” i reply

“submissive? i’m not submissive.. why would you think im submissive? you know im not submissive..” he defends like he had been caught

um? why is he so defensive

“alright chris. what’s going on? cause that’s really just my opinion. why are you so jumpy at it?”

he lets out a sigh, “i don’t really know. i want to try a new dynamic in our relationship where you take care of me.. in a sense that i can rely, be clingy and depend on you. not all the time in every aspect but.. certain things” he confesses

“like what specifically?” i ask

“.. like sex”

“you want me to take more charge in sex?” i confirm

“yes- but not only that. when we have our romantic moments too.. i guess sometimes i wouldn’t mind being little spoon or someone you cling onto” he continues

“why didn’t you say anything earlier baby?”

“i was scared of how you’d react.. if you’d be down with it or kinda shut it down” he shyly confesses

“of course id be down with it baby” i grab his chin and places a kiss on his lips, “you don’t ever need to feel ashamed to tell me about a fantasy”

he whines as i pull my lips away from him and slowly chases after another kiss to which i complete

we slowly make out before i prop myself into his lap give myself a better angle at his lips

he whines at the contact and i push him back into the bed as i straddle on top of him, not breaking the kiss

i grind slowly into his lap as i start to take off my shirt

he continues to whine and look up at me

i bend back down and kiss his neck before sliding him out of his shirt

i hop up off the bed and slide him out his pants and boxers before doing the same with my own, slowly.. giving him a show

he whispers a “fuck” at the sight of my teasing

i hop back up on the bed and sit on his thigh as i start to jerk his cock

he leans back on his elbows and stares at the motion of my hand going up and down on his cock that was dripping precum

he whimpers a soft “please fuck me y/n. i need you so bad”

i smirk at the comment and tell him to beg for it

“don’t do this to me. please i need you so bad baby i need you to fuck me.. i’m yours mommy just fuck me please” he whines out

“mommy? so you wanna be a good boy huh?” i respond to his slipped up fetish

“yes mommy. fuck- i wanna be only your good boy”

i prompt myself on his cock and sink down onto the tip

“fuck- mommy you feel so good please bounce on me” he whimpers

i continue to bounce up and down a few times before slowly grinding on his cock

he looks up at me through squinted eyes from the pleasure and pulls me down to suck my tits

licking and sucking at my nipples while he tries to thrust up into me

“you like the way mommy makes you feel?”

i feel his cock twitch inside me as he hums at my nipple

“such a good boy baby! mommy’s gonna make you feel good. don’t worry” i say as i raise back up and start to pick out the pace

breathing heavy and throwing his head back into the bed, he continues to let out a series of gasps and whimpers

“fu- fuck mommy mmmm i don’t kn- know how much longer i can last.. feels too good” he mumbles out through his whimpers as he shuts his eyes closed to chase his high

“it’s okay baby. you can cum for mommy. cum for mommy like the good boy you are” i spit out before going down to kiss him as he cums

he moans sloppily into my kiss as he starts to fuck up into me and let his orgasm wash over

i sit back up on his cock and slow down my bouncing

“that was so hot chris.” i let out

“mhm. so good” he mumbles out as he tries to regain his breath

i laugh and make my way to the bathroom to pee

i come back with a little towelette so i can clean up the mess off his dick

after throwing it away i come back and cuddle him underneath a blanket that was pushed to the side of the bed

“im glad we did this. you make me feel so understood and complete”

“of course chris. i love you so much, you don’t have to hide anything from me”

“i love you more baby.” he says as we drift off into each others silence

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[patrophthia]

Hey beeeeeeee!!!

Decided to join the 1k followers eventtt!! Oh and congrats on 1k!!

Can I request a Theodore Nott x fem!reader fic based on the prompt "but... I thought you loved me" fluff pls

Sorry if it's super vague xx Thank youuu!!

ps: happy endinggg

Love you and your work 😍

HI BABES!!!! thank you for sending this end and im sorry it took so long ive been a bit busy with school work!! but here it is!!

thought you loved me | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, just crack/humor, chaotic reader!

part of my 1k followers event !

You're weird. Not in a way where you'd randomly stand up on a table and scream weird. But more like convincing people that you were your boyfriend and him you weird. Like asking Theodore if he'd like to drink Polyjuice portions and switch bodies with you for a day just for the shit and giggles weird. 

He thought he knew what he signed up for when he started dating you but it seemed like you find new ways to surprise him everyday. 

The two of you are standing in the middle of a shop, looking over all the ingredients one would need for the Polyjuice with a hovering hand over each container. "Why not?" 

"Because it's ridiculous," he says easily. "Not to mention the potion is extremely time consuming to brew." 

"If you're worried about that then I'd do all the work," you tell him, "just give me a hair then spend the day with me as me!" 

He tries to be stern. "Baby," he says first, trying to soften the blow; Theodore wasn't the biggest on pet names only ever using it to convince you to not do something stupid. "No." 

"No?" You repeated after him. "But I thought you loved me?" 

You're evil. You're weird and evil. For you to play with his heart knowing full well he'd give in to because of such simple words is just plain evil. "I do love you, just not enough to let you freely walk in my body."

Your brows furrows, you absentmindedly handing over a basket of ingredients into Theodore hands. "Why not?"

"Cause I know you." He takes it without a word. "You'd probably sign me up for something time consuming and I'd have to spend the rest of year with it." 

Okay. Fair point. If given the chance you'd probably —definitely— do something like that if you'd found it funny enough to do. "Okay," you sigh, feigning upset. "If you didn't love me just say that." 

"Babyyy." Theodore whines. He actually whines. Because he's so love with you and he knows that once you've set your mind on something, you were going to get it no matter what you had to do. "I love you, I just don't want to be you." 

"Oh so now you hate me too?" You scoff, biting back a laugh when Theodore shuts his eyes at your words. "I see how it is." 

He opens one eye back up, peeking at you. Your eyes meet, the corner of his lips curving upwards as did yours. "Fine," he says finally, "I'll drink your stupid potion." 

You don't have enough time to celebrate when he adds: "but I'm brewing the thing myself. I love you but I'd rather not die because you brewed it improperly." 

And seeing that Theodore was the top of the class in potions, who were you to disagree with your very intelligent boyfriend?

[vampiretendencies]

request; OMG HI! I saw that you followed me back so i wanted to drop in and share some love here💕💕 I think you already know but i really, really love your content!! I also saw that you have Valentines blurbs open, i find the combo of "listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)" and “come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” extremely cute :) so if you feel inspired that could be an idea for mr. Maybank himself! :) but absolutely no pressure!! In the end i'm here to read anything you'll decide to publish, keep up the marvelous work!!

warnings; fluff, strongly suggest you listen to the song added for a better reading experience as it’s the one use in the blurb and i adore it, characters are older here

pairing; jj maybank x reader

authors note; happy valentine’s day ! ofc i followed you, you seem so sweet and i have noticed and i appreciate that <3 thank you for requesting, please feel free to still sent a combination for a blurb ! i’ll still be doing them even if sent after v day.

list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day

A bomb went off.

In your’s and JJ’s shared apartment, that is.

The bedroom and bathroom were seemingly tidy compared to the rest of the home, leaving the kitchen and living room.

JJ has this horrid habit of leaving every pair of shoes he wears kicked off by the entry door.

JJ has another distasteful habit of leaving crushed beer cans to rot after he’s finished with them.

But the two of you have created a habit together.

Sounds just ‘lovey-dovey’ doesn’t it ?

Not the way the monstrous sink is staring at JJ, and JJ is staring at it.

You’ve both been initiating a nasty, nasty habit of throwing a dish in the sink. Wether it be early in the morning when you’d both be in a rush to get to work— having a bowl of cereal, throw it in the sink, and go. Or right after dinner, the pair would be so sleep-ridden and obsessively touching eachother so much, that they couldn’t muster an attention span for dishes.

Only an attention span for eachother.

But now, it’s caused a clutter-fest that’s not attainable enough for you to live in. So, all day yesterday you’d sent JJ texts that today would be cleaning day, and that from now on there will always be one. Though JJ was secretly rolling his eyes toward his phone that day, he was certain he’d make the most out of his only off day, with you.

He thought he’d have grow ill any moment if the both of your schedules didn’t line up soon enough.

Nevertheless, he’s at the sink humming and covering his hands in soapy suds.

All while stealing glances at you.

You were sweeping about the hard wood floors of the living room— the beer cans have a pile of there own. A playlist of yours streaming with gleam from the smart tv.

JJ hummed because he knew every song word for word— not by choice, you’d played those same songs numerous times and he tagged along.

You’ve had his eardrums delighted by the new discoveries of indie and alternative that you introduced him to.

Now it’s all he can listen to.

“Babyyy …”

JJ cooed, hoping you’d give into his antics just this once.

Your nature was so pure, too pure to refuse.

Entirety of your frame swaying as you swept, and he noted every detail. The flyaways of your tresses sticking every which way— cleaning tended to take it out of you. Delicate skin untouched— but begging to be. Lips jutted out in concentration, with a jaw that’s sleek and admirable. Leggings that intimately delved in all the right places

You peered at him, wifebeater giving way for exposure of his chest. Locks perched on either side of his temple, red cap backwards with the smallest pout beginning to form

“What, J?”

“C’mere.”

He forwarded a come here motion, placing a plate on the drying mat— a pile high, thankfully he’d be nearing a finish soon. You tilt your head in disbelief, he’d promised to get the cleaning done; no fucking around.

But instead …

“Wash the dishes, JJ.”

“Haven’t touched you in like … 2 hours.”

JJ mumbled beneath his breath but loud enough for you to hear. His gesture wasn’t for only his own pleasure, he wanted to subside your thought that this ‘has to get done today’.

“45 minutes.”

You corrected, whilst a shit eating grin is plastered on JJ���s face.

“Come here, hold my hand.”

“You’re washing the dishes.”

“.. I can do both, you know I’m a multitasker, baby,” He proposed. “Like when I do that thing with my mouth that you like while caressing your sweet, sweet face-“

“Alright, alright!”

JJ would take things to great length, just to be within a fingertips touch.

You saunter over to him, with a ‘you got me’ expression. The steaming water running, with a coffee mug and a bowl left, He takes your much smaller hand inside of his, squeezing it with intricate and fragile like tendencies— thinking that with any wrong move he’d break you.

It was cool against the granite countertop, but with the overwhelming warmth of JJ’s hand it subsided.

Fondess with one hold.

“Shit, shit, shit …”

JJ struggled to keep the coffee mug afloat— hold a bit tighter on you hand. Soap suds making their way to the counter, a two minute task elongated due to his unwillingness to to leave you untouched.

“Thought you were a multitasker, baby?” You giggle into his muscular arm.

“Only when it comes to you.”

Even if my heart stops beating

You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me

The first words of that song, not just any song in particular begun to play. Silence struck between the two, the captivating lyrics to Pretty Boy by The Neighbourhood. The extra slip in your heart beat that it gave, the captivation, the love-struck sensation that the melody gave you and JJ.

“J, it’s our song!”

“Our song, pretty girl.”

Even if the Earth starts shaking

You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me

JJ agreed, both sets of eyes in awe of the others— seeming like it was the first time.

In instinct, he turned off the hot water. Lying firm hands directly to your waste, whilst you looped yours lazily around his neck, foreheads gravitating towards the others whilst you both swayed endlessly.

Even if the sky's on fire

Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me

And if it's all over

I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me

Yeah

In the middle of the kitchen floor, shared tight-lipped smiles.

JJ mouthed the words to you, relying on every one of them to say what went unsaid in that Godforsaken moment.

It ached— his insides ached in the best way possible.

A connection.

So sacred, it couldn’t be touched.

Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy

Now it's all about to end

Baby girl, look where we made it, girl

Hmm, now we're falling

[unicat-w]

It's the Grisha Rarepair Exchange week babyyy🎉✨✨ I got @whatisinfinite's request and try to draw all of them, the last one still under go... but it'll be done! (post two days a pic.)

Prompt 1: The Darkling/Nikolai Lantsov/Alina Starkov Alternate universe, arranged marriage

[thecameronchronicles]

Lollipop

TW: Public Sex. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: Your decision to seduce Rafe with a lollipop makes him act out in public…

WORD COUNT: 1100

Requested 

iovdrew asked:

hii babyyy, i hope your doing great😽 rafe/trev/drew (you can choose idc) fucking reader with a lollipop in her mouth? like she was teasing him and he gets angry

*I FEEL LIKE THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULS GET MAD OVER IT WOULD BE RAFE. I FEEL LIKE DREW WOULD LAUGH IT OFF AND JUST TEASE AND TREVOR STARE AND EVENTUALLY PULL YOU AWAY. HOPE YOU ENJOY! 

Lollipop

Your tongue absent-minded pulled across the sweet before it was set in your mouth, unaware how his eyes trained to every motion made. From the way the hardened sugar clacked against your teeth and came to a rest at one or the other cheek, his gaze remained. And this was because he knew the talents warranted behind such a pretty pair of lips now paying a specific amount of attention to what he believed he deserved. Yet, you were in public, a setting he no longer cared to attend if the alternative meant taking the place of your current oral fixation. 

Even as you would tease it across your lips, he couldn't help but lick his own to have your taste or for you to take his. And it would take only a second for you to realize the effect this had on him. The way he raised a brow in warning had contradicted his lust blown eyes as you knew the thoughts behind those irises made dark by such desires. 

Ensuring nobody saw you as the far side of the Resort, dressed in that golf ensemble that already had him needing to adjust himself when you’d bend or even take a deep breath, you began to use the lollipop strictly to torment him. Watching his eyes follow your every movement, as you began softly. But the light close of your eyes would pull into a roll and those delicate sucks would alter into hollowed cheeks as he would reach his limit when you had released that veiled moan that prompted him to his feet. 

Not caring for the attention that came from the screech of the chair across the resort floor, he pulled you just out of sight from Topper, Ward, and Kelce who had gathered for the brunch being set on this early afternoon. 

"Think you're cute, don't you? Letting everyone see what it's like when you blow me?" 

"Got your attention, didn't it?" He forced your hand against his cock, stiff and aching behind his shorts. 

"You think so?" 

"You want my mouth on you Rafe?" He swallowed hard, jaw clenching as you would counter him as the sight of the custodial crew casting looks of judgment. But where you tried to step away from him as if to invite him further into concealment of the nearby bathroom, you felt him pull you back. 

"You had no problem blowing that lollipop so everyone could see you. So," He pulled your skirt up just enough to reveal the thong against the pad of his finger. Snapping it into ruin at his grip, you gasped as a renewed fire developed in your eyes at how brazen he had been. At any moment, anyone could pass this small alcove and neither one of you seemed to pay any kind to that. And if you had, it was only in exhilaration. 

"Now you're gonna take me right here." He concluded his remark as your leg was pulled higher at his hip until he could take hold of the thigh beneath where you were lifted around him. His dominant hand came to his belt, becoming bare in record time, before you were forced onto him. 

"Rafe..." He groaned into your shoulder, the polo worn over your chest now sweltering with his breath against it while he pulled in an effortless glide against the nearby wall. 

"You already wanna come, don't you?" He asked as you nodded, your body able to reach that edge whenever he was in your arms and you were in his. His touch alone was enough to saturate you without further lubrication, sometimes even his voice, and the feeling of him spreading your inner walls with his cock was enough to send your eyes to a roll as he hit every part of you to perfection. 

"Dirty girl...letting me fuck you like this...all bevause of that goddamn lollipop." He teased as you reached for it, his hands pinning yours away from this ambition. 

"As ironic as it is, it's the only thing keeping you behaved and quiet. So it doesn't move." 

"Rafe, please...I'm so close..." Your sensations were magnified as he lifted that dainty cloth and exposed your nipples to him, a momentary hesitance coming when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. 

"Just asking for me all day, haven't you, baby, hmm?" 

"Please..." You moaned for him as he bit down on your nipple. 

"Mmm..." The vibrations to your breast making you grip hard into his shoulders. 

"You're gonna make me come first. I'd say I've earned it with you being a brat..." He withdrew as you groaned, finding a sudden absence of his touch as he turned you against the wall. A hand to your hmnaked breast, he set the other to guide his way back into you, before moving to your clit. 

"Gonna go the rest of today without panties because why?" 

"Because I was a brat." 

"And why am I teaching you this lesson?" 

"Because you love me-" He smacked your ass as you gasped. 

"And?" 

"And I deserve it. I was bad and I deserve to be taught a lesson-" 

"You sound so fucking pretty for me...being my good girl...isn't that much better?" He asked, showing his approval by the flicks made over your clit. 

"Oh yes!" 

"I'm close baby...making me wanna come in that tight little pussy when you're so good." The hand from your breast now came around your neck as you were brought back against him even tighter. 

"My good fucking girl...making me so proud...But I'll be so proud when you make me come..." 

"Come for me...Please Rafe...I want it-" 

"Yeah?" He pushed your cheek into the walk. 

"Then fucking have it." He expelled himself inside the warm seed immediately with you to follow before he took his retraction as you were turned to face him. Lollipop taken from your lips, your eyes followed as he led it between your legs, collecting your combined slick, before setting it between his teeth and returning as if that wasn't the single hottest thing he'd ever done. 

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[edensrose]

babyyy I'm so happy the vamp AU is out, it's so exciting!

I'd like to request a little something:

❀ character(s): Eönwë ❀ prompt(s): either (authority) or (capture), whatever you prefer~

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ eönwë ⠀〳 hunter!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. after being separated from your once colleague and closest friend, you went the way of the hunter as it was your birthright. the last thing you expected was to face off the man who once held your heart — now turned vampire. and serving the very ones you fought against ( violence ៸៸ blood ៸៸ biting ៸៸ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ៸៸ choking ៸៸ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒆 )

· ⊰ note. anything for you darling <3 I really hope you enjoy! had so much fun with this hehe

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“Move aside, Eönwë.’’

Hilt in hands and drawn back with the end flushed against your shoulder, your blade glistens in the shimmering silver light. You bite back a curse, to have the moon shine down on your hallowed sword was a mockery to not only you but your people. Or perhaps it was the face reflected in it that angers you more. Those once azure hues that grew dark. Those elegant features — stunning as usual, but hardened by the frost of his turn.

“I cannot.’’ 

His refusal tightens your jaw and rage spreads throughout your chest, released by a bark of laughter to the moon that he served. “And why is that? Because it is your duty to serve those demons?” You care not for the way that his grip tightened on his sword. If anything, it lit the fire in your eyes brighter. Emotions ablaze and ready to burn down anything in your path. Including an old friend. 

“I will not warn you again.’’ Taking a breath, Eönwë keeps his sword sheathed and stares you dead in the eye. Peeking from the spruce trees behind him were the towers of the palace. Dark, mighty, and proud. As though they too sought to taunt you. “If it is blood that you wish to shed I will not humour you. Turn back to the way of which you came.’’ 

He offers you barely another glance as he turns on heel. Even with his cold demeanour that felt so foreign to you, his beauty prevailed in the moonlight. His white hair perfect in every strand, his blue eyes blessed by the illuminating night. Yet it is that same icy countenance that has your lungs looping around your heart. Tightening and strangling the last sliver of hope you dared to have. 

You knew in your soul that the old Eönwë, the one who stayed up night after night alongside you to partake in stories of old — the one who smiled at you with the radiance of the sun — and the one who swore to protect you that fateful moment of daybreak. . . was long gone. He now turns from you. Walking away as though you were nothing. Abandoning you as he did on that frightful night. Beneath the same moon. 

Suddenly, the gold scars beneath your clothing felt like a mockery too. Their worth that urged you to move on diminished with his fleeting figure. A painful reminder that it mattered not what you went through, and how much you tried to make him see the light. Eönwë was long gone. What stood before you is not your old friend, nor your would-be-lover. 

What strayed before your very eyes is a demon. 

A vampire. 

And you,

Are a hunter. 

Metal cuts through the air and in your blind rage you disregard everything that was of honour within you. Attacking him whilst his back was turned; truly going back on the way of the knight that you had sworn yourself to the entirety of your life. Then again, had he not as well?

However, Eönwë was not one to trifle with. He caught your movements from the corner of his eye and in a split second his blade abandoned his sheath. The clash of two sister swords, forged under the same master and with the same material, sends a powerful gust of wind sweeping through the forest. Yet neither of your budge. Locking eyes and gripping handles. A silent reminder, and promise, that neither would back down. 

“You,’’ he breathes, brows narrowing. “Have lost all honour.’’ 

If the fire had not been lit long ago, now it raged within you. Eager to consume everything in your path — this entire damn forest if you had to. 

“Do you think I give a damn about honour!?”

The stalemate is shattered by the sheer power of your stances and beneath the twilight sky — a war of hearts commences. Gold and silver flashes spill throughout the trees. Followed by the clashing of metal. The slicing of air. Dirt sweeps from the forest floor yet neither of you pays mind. 

For every hit, he dealt two back. Swift. Unfaltering. But you could keep up. Always. For every slice, you deflect. Metal sings a song through the air. Blood paints the leaves. Still, you both dance. Swords clashing. Hearts roaring. You dash forward after a shove that left you skidding. Left, right, right, left. Your sword whistles through the air in a rhythm. And he gladly provides the accompaniment. Blocking each and every one of your deadly, rageful array of attacks. Dishing his own. Slicing your skin. As you do his. 

A symphony of silver. A cacophony of clamours. He circles and throws his feet onto a rock. Elevating his body before kicking off and bringing his blade down upon you. Unfailing, you counter. Dodge, dart, swing, strike. Crimson splatters your clothes. His as well. Yet neither of you seize. Once more your swords clash. Both of you holding stance.

“Is it worth it?” You spit. Eyes ablaze — contrasting his icy ones. “Is it worth fighting me over those demons?” 

“I could ask you the same.’’ He sneers. 

“Do not dare turn this on me.’’ You seethe. “You promised me loyalty. I vowed it to you. Yet you turned your back on me! After everything we’ve been through! You joyfully took on their fangs!’’

The whites of his widen as they gape at you. You barely managed a look of effort on his face for the entire duration of the battle. Now, he stared at you with a newfound ferocity. Despite the howling of the wind and the pounding of your heart, you still hear his fleeting whisper loud and clear. Trembling, baneful. 

“Do you think this was by choice?”

Even the breeze halted in sound. You barely heard breaths, barely decipher the slice of light until you’re fighting for your life and desperately dodging his slew of attacks. Brutal in every way. Lacking any mercy he once had for you. Still, you do not regret your words, because in your eyes it was true. Eönwë had abandoned you for the sake of vampirism. It is what you told yourself all those nights that you wept into your pillow. Reminiscing on the good old days with your fellow knight and former friend. 

Perhaps it was that swell of emotions that threw you off of your game. Your excellency in skill had depleted drastically, as did your stamina as you narrowly dodges his strikes. Slices to your skin. Heart in your hand. You double back and are sent to the ground with one last attack. Eating dirt and seeping your blood into it as you gasp for the sweetness of air. Your sword clammers to the side and you scramble to your knees. Your hand shoots out to grab the hilt — only for it to be forced into the ground by a hard boot. Wrist joints releasing a faint, yet ugly cracking sound, you suck in a breath and glance up just in time to feel the chill of his blade against your throat. The tip threatens your pulse. Taunting it with its sharpness. 

Peering down at you like the ravenous eyes of a hawk, cerulean is consumed by amber. Pupils constrict into slits and suddenly — you felt as though you would rather his cold, indifferent stare than the one of malice shining down upon you. 

“You think. . .’’ that hungry gaze trails the streaks of blood not only upon your clothes but trickling down your exposed skin. Metal is aimlessly discarded on the floor and a tight grip circles the underneath your jaw as he abruptly cranes down. “That I wanted this?”

The tremble in his voice tells you all that you needed to know. Your other hand shoots up to attack but it is ultimately weighed down by a shimmer of gold. A bangle of his magic which soon encases your second wrist as well and pulls both of them behind your back. Rendering you helpless. 

“To become one of these sickening creatures — incapable of the humanity I once cherished?”

Your voice is reduced to a series of pathetic chokes and grunts when his hand tightens around the soft flesh of your throat. Thumb bruising your jaw along with his index finger, he forces your head back to witness not only the quickening of your pulse but also the blood that drips from a wound on your temple down onto your neck.

“I would almost applaud you for your ignorance. Yet it seems that through it, you have forgotten one detail.’’ Leaning in, his cold aura brings goosebumps onto your skin. Or perhaps it was the evident loss of control in his eyes. Either way, the last thing you prepared for was the hard ground against your back. His hand sends you down, clamping on your throat to suppress any cries while his knees cage either side of you. 

“That I was your Knight Captain and General. Even now. . . did you truly think you could get away with drawing your sword on me?” 

In response to his taunt, you draw your tongue back and spit in his eye. Eönwë so much as grunts in response before his weight forces you further into the ground and his hand coerces your neck to arch. “Even now you still defy me. But not to worry,’’ Wiping his face, he cranes down until his lips meet a streak of your essence and he groans at the sweet, metallic taste of blood on his tongue after so long. 

“I will be sure to remind you of your place.’’ 

Before you can even think of protesting, pain sends your nerves into a frozen state. Your muscles feel as though they are contracting, flaring — yet the scream ripped from your throat is restricted by the choking that you suffer. His cold lips and fangs contrast the warmth of your blood rushing from the bite wound he has dealt you. With your hands still bound and crushed under the weight of your back, you can do nothing but attempt to kick your legs and wriggle your body. 

Eönwë’s free hand slips to your side. Caressing one of your ribs through your clothing with his fingers before abruptly applying pressure. A silent warning which leaves you both horrified and sends your limbs motionless. With your head limping to the side, you attempt to mask the pain. To curl your expression into one of disgust at the loud gulping ringing through your ears. Alas, the pain contorts your muscles into one of agony, and with every bite, a sharper cry forces its way past your lips. 

“Eö-Eönwë,’’ gasping, you arch your back and flush your body against his. A strange feeling swirls in your abdomen. As though his coldness brought a sense of serenity and comfort over your form. “Eönwë p-. . .please, it hurts.’’ 

Even still. He parts, admires his work with the backlight of the moon casting a shadow over his face, before finding a new spot and indulging once more. Against your skin he rumbles an order, one that you could only decipher the second time around. “Not until you admit my authority.”

Despite the absolute misery that left your vision blurry and your body convulsing in response — you bite your tongue just a bit longer. Refusing to back down. Stubborn as ever. And oh, he knew that. Which is why his next onslaught was targeted directly at your collarbone. Smearing your neck and shoulders crimson until, at last, you concede. 

“F-Forgive this foolish —’’ swallowing your pride was like downing a stone. Nevertheless, you push through. “ — one. . . it’s you, Eönwë. You are. . . superior.’’ Flicking your head to the side, you can only hope to save some semblance of face. “Please have mercy, General!”

It took a second. Maybe two. He delighted in the sweetness of your blood and wished to savour it for a moment longer. Soon he parts. With hellish stains dripping down his chin and glinting on his fangs. The tremble of his hands clutching onto your body was enough of an indicator that it took everything within him to keep from simply diving down and draining you dry. Make you bleed for him as his heart has for you. Since the day you were forced to part. Perhaps then you would be satisfied.

An angel is what you looked like. One tainted by his own instincts. Painted with that fatal crimson. Even now, you are still the most gorgeous being he has ever set his eyes on. A wounded angel, yes, but an angel no less. 

‘You have gone too far,’ a voice echoes through his internal thoughts. ‘But she will finally be yours. As she seems to want so badly.’ 

Ice encases your form, yet to you his arms were warm. Heavenly. The same hands that dealt you such agony now brought you comfort. If whiplash did not make you dizzy, then blood loss certainly would. 

And as your vision hazes out with the only thing but the glimmer of the moon being recognisable, still you hear his deep, melodious voice against your ear. “I will not let you slip from my grasp again, my dawn.’’ The tear that you shed is kissed away as you are hoisted up into his hold. He steps towards the castle, fighting back every better judgement that screamed at him to leave you be. 

“You will be mine once more.’’ 

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[sangyeonsmuse]

Fluff Prompt List

‼️ *When requesting please make sure to specify the group and member/members, please use my “ask the band inbox for reqs* ‼️

FLUFF | SMUT | ANGST

“You look so cute when you pout like that”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Aquarium date?”

“Let me teach you sweetheart”

“Babyyy just stay home let’s sleep in tonight”

“Pillow fort?”

“How come you have so many pictures of “” in your phone?”

“Your butt is pretty comfy”

“You’re beautiful you more that?”

“Shooting star make a wish”

“I think im in love with you”

“I know you love me”

“Wait you like me?”

“Mmm you’re so warm”

Wrapping their arms around you from behind

“Good morning beautiful”

“Please stay”

“Wait a minute are you jealous?”

“I’ve liked you since the day you moved into the house next door.”

“Remember back in kindergarten”

“Kiss me”

“You fall asleep in the weirdest places my love”

“Come on lets get you to bed”

Helping soothe their lovers cramps

Softly humming while holding you close

“Are you blushing?”

“You’re such a crybaby.”

“Just admit that you have a thing for me”

“Can we cook together?”

“I don’t wanna share you with them (the members)”

“Did you eat today?”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Kisses?”

“Can we dress up like rich people and go on an art museum date?”

“You give me butterflies”

“Eyes don’t lie you know?”

“I talk to the moon at night, he tells me about the sun and i tell him about you.”

Kisses you to make you stop talking so much

First kiss

First time

[wackyartor]

Hello! So I was curious about how Rise! Leo would react to Reader falling out of love with him?

(For some background (I think?😭) Leo and Reader have been dating for a while enough for him to fall head over heels for them but Reader slowly losing the spark and slowly starts falling out of love, how would you think He would take the news?)

Anyway you have a great day! And remember you can always deny this req if you wanna!

Rise!Leo x Reader

ANON...THIS IDEA IS AWEESOMEE,HOW ARE YOU GUYS THINKING GREAT PROMPTS LIKE THISS? ANNGSSSTTT LETSGOOO!!

A/N: i hope i nailed the story along with your request!

A/N(2): Gender of the reader was not specified so i had to go with gender-neutral, i hope you don't mind!

Summary: You and leo have been together ever since you guys knew you had feelings with each-other but leo is starting to notice that the spark of your relationship is slowly fading away.

Reader's pronouns: They/Them

he wouldn't really assume anything at first, thinking you were just having one of those bad days which he completely understands.

He would start noticing your behavior towards him like for example;

not responding to any of his corny jokes or pick-up lines he got from the internet, he was expecting a reply like "that's so cheesy, leo!" or "not funny" but instead, you seem bored or just gave him a simple nod while you go back to what you were doing.

"Haha.. they're probably just busy, leo! don't think about it too much" he thought to himself.

when he tries to kiss you on your face, you would always push him away. "not now, leo."

He admitted that he was hurt by that, he respects your boundaries of course, but it's been happening like this for a couple of days now.

Since you two would always throw affection to each-other and even his brothers are annoyed at your guy's lovey-dovey moments.

Y/N was on the kitchen, grabbing some snacks for themselves before some hands wrapped around their waist.

Of course, it was leo! he buried his head on your shoulder.

"babbyyyy, i miss youuu! give me attention right now." leo whined.

"Not now, leo. you can see I'm busy." Y/N blurted out.

"of what, eating all of my snacks?" leo chuckled.

"I'm serious, leo. please can we just talk later?" Y/N says as they moved themselves out from his grip.

"Ohkaay.. okay! give me a kiss first?" he grinned, pointing his cheek.

Y/N walked out of the room after they got the snacks.

That left leo dumbfounded and hurt? "no kiss then today haha.. but enjoy whatever you're doing babe!" he says, waving at you before you left the room.

after that, he TOTALLY did not cry at his room later at night.

He wondered, why you were acting like this?

So he ironically goes to his phone and searched. "Why is my S/O avoiding me?"

and he thought... could he be? that you don't love him anymore?

he wanted to hear it from YOU, so he then went to where you were to confront this.

Every couple needs proper communication, right? then that's what he's doing.

He finds you at the living room, watching the movie all by yourself.

The others probably went to go somewhere else.

Leo soon took a deep breath. "BABYYY!!!" he shouted out as he goes to give you a surprise hug, making you two fell from the floor.

"OW- What the- leo? what's wrong with you..?" Y/N groans as they moved him off from themselves, then they quickly sat up.

"Do you love me?" Leo asked so sudden, as he also sat up, looking at you.

"What?"

"do. you. love. me? yes or no, babe, i just wanna know." Leo quickly replied.

Y/N sighed, you didn't feel the spark anymore like you guys used to, so they tried avoiding him, thinking they just needed space to think or a way to love him back again.

"do you.. not love me anymore?"

"I'm sorry leo."

His heart broke to MILLIONS of pieces when he heard that, so it was true? all this time.. he treated them so good. was he just a bad boyfriend, was he just not good enough?

"i just don't feel like it anymore, like the times we used to be, i just.... i don't know." Y/N felt so bad saying this to him.

but it was the only way for him to know the truth finally.

leo didn't know what to say, this is like the first time he went silent completely.

"LEO! a new mission was just given, we need you right now!" Ralph could be heard from the distance.

"Right, duty calls, heh. duty.." leo managed to laugh, trying not to cry infront of them. "i guess, I'll see you later. Y/N" Leo quickly stood up, walking off to his brother, he could feel tears coming down from his eyes, wiping them off.

Y/N just sat there, as they put their hands on their face, feeling so guilty.

[blossomxlush]

i know.. I know

I did say I stopped simping for izuru Kamakura... But like liFe ChAnGeS oKaY?!

And because I need requests to make myself feel better-

Official prompt page babyyy

I will add more day after day but here are the ones I have right now in my head (and obviously there catagorized because ocd🥲)

༺Smut༻

1. Make me

2. what are you gonna do? punish me?

3. I don't believe you

4. Pretty please?

5. Better watch your mouth

6.cat got your tounge?

7. you'll regret that

8. Good girls get rewards bad girls get punished

9. my hands are cold.. Mind if I warm them up?

10. Surprise~

༺fluff༻

1.So you are ticklish?

2. forever and always

3. And the end of the day

4. Its cold

5. just for you

6. I love you

7. As long as your happy I am too

8. Boop

9. let me love you

10. by your side

༺Angst༻

1. but you promised..

2. I'm sorry

3. please forgive me (angst to comfort)

4. I had to

5. I hate you

6. your existence is to useless to not be boring (angst to comfort)

7. Leave me alone

8. don't push me away (a tiny bit of comfort at the end more so relief ig you'll have to find out ;))

9. but I love you..

10. you really forgot me didn't you.

𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛~

[hoonvrs]

hi Saint luv! congrats on 1k luvv, so excited for your future achievements ❤️

I saw that you were doing a request event and wanted to know if I could request Jay with the prompt dancing in the rain?

take your time luv~ luv ya <33

chae babyyy🫂 thank youu

of course you can! i’ll write it a soon as i find time😭 and link it!! MWAH💋

FINALLY POSTED IT!! hopefully i did ur req justice cause my writing is still a lil rusty

i need a jay in my life STAT

req can be found here !

[manymessyfandoms]

Idea for short story because I have no creativity: Do you think its possible to do a story about if peter's (parker) powers went haywire and messed up a whole bunch of stuff in his life(possibly ruining his secret identity but idk). Also you stories are amazing

O K, so i finally pulled my life together long enough to finish a prompt yay! anyways, here you go my dear, i hope you enjoy even though its pretty short, ilysm (and thank u for that compliment, omg I’m so undeserving aksjksahdjkh)

(ao3 link here) 

Something wasn’t right.

Peter knew from the minute he’d woken up, something wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

It started two days ago when he and Tony had fought off one of Toomes’s leftover goons. The man had some alien tech that neither Tony or Peter could name, and he managed to hit Peter with a beam.

At first, Peter felt totally fine. Sure, there was an abrupt burning, but it was gone almost as soon as it started. Later that day Tony and Bruce had run an insane amount of tests on him, all of which came out relatively normal. Peter laughed at them for being so worried, especially Tony, but now he wasn’t so sure they were wrong to panic.

Peter felt like his body was literally tearing itself apart. It was just pain. The type of pain that lays heavy on your bones and never leaves. Peter wished he could’ve stayed home from school today, but there was a big field trip to a science museum that they’re going to write they’re final paper on.

So there he was, about to pass out as he clutched onto Ned and Michelle as if his life depended on it, waiting to go through security.

“Dude, are you sure you’re alright?” Ned asked worriedly.

Peter took in a breath and fought back tears. “I… think so.” He grimaced as Ned stepped away from him and through the metal detector. “Actually, I think I need to make a phone call real quick,” he muttered before dialing Tony’s number.

“Hey, kid, what’s up? This better be important because-”

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good,” Peter said all in one breath.

One, two, three seconds passed. “Where are you?” Tony asked in a shaky voice. “Where are you, Pete, I’m coming now.”

“Science museum.” The security lady nodded him forward. “Hold on, Mr. Stark, I’m going to put you down for a second. Gotta go through security.”

“Don’t hang up, Pete. I’ll be on the phone until I get there.”

The very second Peter stepped through the metal detectors, Peter nearly collapsed.

He yelled like he’d never yelled before, feeling pain like no other. It felt like every cell was being ripped apart and then sewn back together a thousand times a second.

“Peter!” Michelle shouted. “Peter, what’s wrong!”

Noise made it worse. His senses were out of control, and Peter jumped away from the sound and onto the ceiling without a second thought. A loud crash made him screech and jump away, and he realized he’d caused a ceiling light to fall.

Peter’s heart was racing and he couldn’t think and he couldn’t breathe. All he knew was pain and fear until a familiar face caught his attention.

“Where is he?” Tony asked hurriedly as soon as he entered the building. The only response was a gaggle of gaping students pointing up at the ceiling towards a distraught Peter, and then Peter registered that he was on the ceiling and humans couldn’t do that. Peter cried harder. “Pete? Peter, come on down. It’s just me.”

“T-Tony,” he cried. “Everthing h-hurts. I’m dying, but I won’t-t just die.”

Tony looked like he was on the verge of tears too. “Come here, kiddo. I’m going to help you.”

Peter dropped down and immediately collapsed into a pathetic pile on the floor. Tony got next to him and wrapped an arm around him. “Help me, Tony, please,” Peter barely got out.

“Sh, it’s alright, Petey. Bruce is going to be here any second and we’re going to fly to the medbay. Okay?” Peter nodded miserably. “When did this start?”

Peter averted his eyes. “A couple days ago. Alien techy stuff.”

Tony paused before asking, “You mean the same alien techy stuff you said didn’t effect you?” Peter was saved by Bruce arriving and rushing in. “We’ll talk about that later,” Tony mumbled.

Peter had been still for long enough that when he moved again, it triggered the insufferable pain rushing throughout his body. He cried out and clutched Tony.

“It’s alright, Pete. I’ve got you.” Peter just clung to Tony more when he picked him up and brought him to Bruce. He heard Tony say something to the class, but the jostling caused the pain to grow to great that Peter passed out.

~

“Bruce, what’s going on, he’s not awake!” Tony yelled, his heart sinking at seeing his kid’s lifeless body.

“He’s got a pulse, Tony, but it’s weak. We need to get him to medbay now.”

The kid was passed out, but his suffering didn’t let up. Peter was writhing and crying out in his sleep, making Tony’s eyes sting worse and worse with each passing second.

“T'ny,” he heard Peter mutter through tears. “T'ny, help.”

Tony crouched next to him and carded his fingers through his hair, what he usually did when Peter had nightmares to calm him down. “It’s okay, kiddo, we’ve got you. We’ll figure this out.”

It took them thirty two hours to realize what was going on with Peter, and another six to throw together an antidote. Three hours after administering the medicine, Tony still sat at Peter’s side with bags under his eyes and a heavy heart, waiting for his kid to wake up.

“You look awful,” was the first thing Peter croaked, and Tony nearly burst into tears right there.

“I look awful? Hypocrite,” Tony said before hugging Peter tightly. “You scared the shit out of me, Pete. Never do that again.”

Peter help him just as tight. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Tony sniffled as Peter scooted to the side of hospital bed to Tony could lay squeeze next to him.

Peter melted into Tony’s side and rested his head on his shoulder. “I don’t remember a lot,” Peter said and Tony sagged in relief, glad Peter didn’t have to remember all of that. “What was the cause?”

“Well, the gun they blasted you with would’ve killed any normal human. You should’ve literally combusted, but your cells kept healing you. It wasn’t until you stepped into the metal detector that the radiation amplified it, almost like-”

“The purple glowy thingy,” Peter mumbled.

“I was going to say bomb, but, uh, sure, kid.”

Peter giggled a little and Tony couldn’t stop his heart from melting at the sound. “The purple glowy thingy was a bomb. It’s what almost killed my friends in DC.” Tony saw the pieces fall into place, and Peter sat up quickly, stuttering out, “They saw me on the ceiling. Tony, they know! They’re not idiots, they must-”

“Sh, calm down, Pete. I’ve got it covered.”

Peter blinked. “What?”

“I sent my lawyers to ever student, teacher, and staff that were there. Unless people want to face a fine of nearly a million dollars along with a lifetime in jail, no one will utter a word about what they saw.”

“But- but-”

Tony lowered Peter’s head back to his chest and started comfortingly running his fingers through his hair. “Hey. I said don’t worry about it. Don’t you trust me?”

Peter relaxed again and nodded, sagging against Tony. “Always,” he sighed.

“Well then that settles it.” Peter yawned when Tony paused. “Get some sleep, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter nodded tiredly and wrapped himself tighter around Tony, almost like an octopus. “Thanks, Dad,” he said softly before succumbing to unconsciousness.

Tony felt his heart stutter and he pushed the curls out of Peter’s face softly.

Dad. Tony thought that he could definitely get used to that.

[hotch-stufff]

hiii congrats on 1k!

can i request 8 & 36 from the fluff list for hotch? :) something along the lines of him having a little too much to drink and being sooo clingy and affectionate with reader 🥰 either fem or gn is cool with me, whichever you prefer :)

Drunk on You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompts: "Just one more kiss?" "I'm sorry, you're so pretty, I forgot what I was going to say."

Description: Hotch gets a little too drunk on a night out with the team. Of course, this means lots of cuddles, kisses, and one very clingy Aaron Hotchner.

A/n: Love love love these prompts together! Thanks for the requests. Keep them coming they are filling up quickly. I don't think I used any female pronouns, so mostly gender neutral.

Check out: El's 1k Celebration and Countdown till Christmas

~Masterlist~

Arms wrap around your middle as you attempt for the third time to unlock your front door. Hands reach for the keys, and they almost successfully smack them out of your hand again, but you move at the last second, finally getting the key in the lock and pushing the door open.

Walking through your front door, Aaron let's out a whine of discontent as you walk away from him.

"C'mon Aaron, time for bed." He pouts at you as you shut and lock the door behind him, but you ignore it.

"But, baby. Wanna kiss." He whines again, drawing out his letters, reminding you of just how drunk he is. He moves forward towards you, and wraps his arms around you again.

"You're drunk." You say exasperated. He smiles slyly.

"Drunk on you sweetheart." He says before cupping your face sloppily and attempting to kiss you.

You indulge him for a moment, pressing your lips to his. He giggles against your lips and you push him back slightly.

"What's so funny?" His eyes are glazed over as he giggles again looking straight into your eyes.

"I-" He cuts himself off and pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Sweetheart?" You ask and he furrows his brow.

"I'm sorry, you're so pretty, I forgot what I was going to say." You smile softly, blushing at the compliment, but carefully remove his hands from you. You move towards the bedroom, him following you like a lost puppy.

"Alright Aaron, time for bed. You are going to have a killer headache in the morning." Despite his protests, you somehow wrestle him into bed and under the covers. He had already stripped down to his boxers, and was staring at you with a dopey smile.

"What?" You ask.

"You're just so pretty babyyy." He draws out the y, and you giggle at him as he tries to send you what he hopes is an enticing look.

"Uh-huh." You nod along before crawling into bed next to him, wishing him a goodnight. It hadn't even been five minutes before he is whispering you name.

"What?" You ask.

"Can I have a kiss?" He whispers and you turn towards him, smiling, amused at his very drunk behavior. He is already waiting for you as he firmly plants his lips on yours. You only pull away for air for a moment.

However, he doesn't give you any time before he is kissing you again and again and again. Eventually you gently push him away and curl into his chest.

"Nooo." He complains. "Just one more kiss." You sigh, but it turns into a giggle as you bring his lips to your one more time, it's sloppy, and he is half asleep, but he still tries to keep his lips against yours.

"Alright now sleep. You're going to hate yourself in the morning." You murmur against his chest as you eventually curl into him.

"How can I hate anything when I love you too much." Is all he says before his breath evens out and you realise he is deep in sleep.

It takes you too long to notice as he had just told you he loved you for the very first time.

Of course Aaron barely remembered it when he woke up in the morning with a killer headache. And he simply rolls his eyes and smiles as you murmur an "I told you so" into the morning air.

Thanks for reading and thank you for 1k!!! <3

[berriesandjunnie]

Haha I love the prompt list you chose,, can I request 7 for hoshi please? oh and I’d love to be 🤩 anon!!

w.c: 700 words

prompt: “i’m a real adult. just last week i brought a vegetable.”

a/n: aha i’m so glad you liked it! thank you for requesting - and yes of course! i’ll add you to the anon list <3

Soonyoung had always liked to heavily boast that he was the man of the relationship, caring for you particularly when it came to your health and wellbeing. Carats adored that thought, cherishing the concept of loving boyfriend Soonyoung and keeping it close to their hearts. However yourself and Seventeen too knew otherwise. He could barely care for himself without the thirteen of you keeping him in check.

Every morning before you went to work, you ensured he’d at least eaten and brushed his teeth. You didn’t really care once he’d done that in your sight as you hurried off to your job. You worked in a local daycare; quaint and cosy. Soonyoung adored hearing stories about what all the kids had gotten up to each day after work. He also kept asking you to teach them horanghae but you ultimately refused to plague them.

On days where you worked late helping out a friend at their family owned business, Soonyoung couldn’t rely on you cooking him dinner.

-

The caller ID flashed so vibrantly on your screen as you let out an exhale, the instrumental tune of ‘Spider’ blaring in your ears as you swiped, raising the phone to your ear.

“Babyyy…” Soonyoung whined on the other end almost as soon as you picked up, “what time are you home?”

“About an hour left, why?” You hummed, drumming your fingers against the table, “you haven’t caught the kitchen on fire again - have you?”

Soonyoung scoffed a little dramatically into your ear followed by a soft huff. A smile tugged at your lips at how childish he could be.

“Rude of you to insinuate I set it on fire in the first place,” he muttered, you pictured his pouty face, “I want your cooking tonight. I’m tired of instant noodles.”

“Soonie is that all you’ve been eating while I’m out late?” You quirked a brow, getting your answer from his sulking silence, “wait until I tell Seungcheol… are you even an adult?”

“I’ll have you know I’m a real adult!” Soonyoung gasped, emphasising the real part. You rolled your eyes, “just last week I brought a vegetable.”

“No, I brought the vegetable. I proceeded to make kimchi out of it.” You tutted, clicking your tongue as you sat carefully back in the bar stool. Soonyoung let out a long, tired sigh and you knew it was already bad enough he was staying awake so long during his promotions. He was probably shattered.

“Please baby,” he mumbled, borderline begging, “I just want food and cuddles.”

He didn’t have to say much more. As much as you taunted and scolded his lack of cooking expertise, you recognised he loved your home cooking like it was an addiction. It was comfort to him and you was his home. You gathered just from how much he wanted you, today had been tough at work. You tried not to chew your nail at the thought of your boyfriend overworking himself again.

“I’ll be home soon, can you preheat the oven for me?”

-

With fully tummies and a certain happy tiger boyfriend, the two of you washed up and slipped into bed. You’d washed the sheets barely even two days prior and they still held their fresh scent so well. Soonyoung pressed the ‘on’ button on the remote, letting the random television channel not only light up your room with a soft static glow but fill it with sound as you curled up against his side, your cheek resting against his chest.

Your index finger began to trace shapes onto the bare skin of his chest, even little patterns and doodles of cats that made Soonyoung shiver under you. You smiled, glancing up at him as he was fixated on the television at the foot of your bed. You could faintly see the dark bags under his eyes or the way his eyelids were already drooping in the warmth of your bedsheets.

Clicking your tongue, you reached to turn the television off, illiciting a whine from your boyfriend as you pressed a kiss to his head.

“You’re falling asleep, Soonie,” you whispered softly and he made a gentle noise of acknowledgement, “come on. You worked hard today.”

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

Home Again || Sebastian Vettel

Not my gif

Requested by: @formulapierre

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Warnings: None!

Find my prompt list here.

***Requests are Open***

Find my masterlist here.

After spending far to long apart, you decide to surprise Sebastian at the paddock but he has a bigger surprise for you.

Prompts used:

F1 -  "My home is with you"

F13 - "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore, I want to be your husband"

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"I miss you" Sebastian frowned through the screen. You always tried to travel with him to all his races but sometimes your work just wouldn't allow it and you ended up spending weeks apart, this was one of those times.

"I know Seb, I miss you too" you said stroking you thumb over the screen wishing that you could be together. "6 days baby"

"That's 6 days too long" he said frustratedly "I hate having to leave you alone." You could see the genuine sadness in his eyes, in the whole 4 years of your relationship this was the longest you'd had to be apart. "I have to go, I love you Y/N"

"I love you too Sebastian" you said blowing a kiss through the screen. Sebastian mimed catching it and pressing it to his lips.

You led in bed twisting and turning all night, your bed was never as comfortable without Seb in it. Your big house creaked in the wind and you had never felt more alone. After a bad night or interrupted sleep you had made up your mind. You packed your suitcase and let your office know you would be working from home for the next week, ordered a cab and headed to the airport. You didn't want to be away from Sebastian for any longer. You text his assistant to let her know you were travelling over and to organise a car for you, but to not tell Sebastian you wanted it to be a surprise.

The flight only lasted a couple of hours and you were already landing. Checking Seb’s calendar you knew he would be busy at free practice right now so you headed to the hotel to freshen up before heading to circuit. The car that Britta had organised was ready and waiting for you and the hotel had a key ready and waiting for you when you arrived. You let yourself into the room and unpacked your suitcase, touched up your hair and makeup and changed into some nicer clothes.

'P2 babyyy' Seb’s text message flashed on your screen, signalling that the last practice was finished. You text your driver and headed downstairs so you could get to the paddock in time to have lunch with him before qualifying started.

'I'm sorry I missed it, I'll definitely catch you in qualifying' you text Sebastian back with a smile.

You arrived at the paddock and made your way through security trying to avoid the media as much as possible, you didn't want the surprise to be spoilt especially at the last minute.

"Y/N? I wasn't expecting to see you here this weekend" Charles, Sebastian's team mate said giving you a quick hug as he saw you walking towards the Ferrari hospitality hub.

"Shhh" you hushed the young Monegasque "It's a surprise for Seb, we've been apart too long" you said. Charles pouted in a sign of admiration for the bond you and Sebastian had. You walked together into the canteen as you scanned the room, you saw Seb sat in a quiet corner with Britta, looking over some papers, facing away from you. You caught Britta's eye and a huge smile stuck across her face, you signalled for her to be quiet as you snuck up behind Seb. You quickly put your hands over his eyes making him jump, "woah what the hell" he said pulling away from your hands and turning around to see who it was. "You're kidding me!" He exclaimed with a big grin on his face, he jumped out his seat and threw his arms around you picking you up and spinning you around in his embrace, "Y/N I can't believe you're here, I've missed you so much" he said peppering kisses all over your cheek, jaw and neck. You kissed him passionately ignoring the people around you. "I thought you had to work liebling" he said sitting back on his chair with you sat on his lap. "I sorted it, I knew you were sad about how long it would be until you were home, so I thought I'd surprise you"

"I don’t need to be at home. My home is with you and wherever you are is home to me"

You kissed Seb's nose and slid into your own seat, Britta had brought some food over for you so you could eat together.

After lunch you headed into the garage with Sebastian whilst he got set up for qualifying.

"You're going to do great baby" you said kissing him through his helmet.

"I will now that you're here, you've always been my good luck charm"  

You left Seb to finish his preparations for qualifying and went to sit in the back of the garage. You pulled out your laptop and got some of your own work done whilst you waited for it to start. The excitement in the garage grew as the cars got ready to go out. You sat on the edge of your seat, eyes glued to the screen as you watched Sebastian tear around the track.

It was a difficult qualifying but he had managed to secure p3.

As soon as he got back into the garage he jumped out the car and came to find you.

"I'm so proud of you!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently.

"I couldn't have done it without you" he smiled into your lips.

Later that evening you and Sebastian were back at the hotel room, you had ordered room service and were sitting on the balcony eating your dinner.

"I still can't believe you're here" Sebastian grinned, holding onto your hand.

"I didn't want to leave it any longer, you're my boyfriend and I've missed you" you said.

"Well I've been thinking" Sebastian said shifting nervously in his seat, you gripped his hand tightly, "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore, I want to be your husband" he looked up at you with his ocean blue eyes, "Y/N will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?"

"Oh Seb, a million times yes. Of course I will marry you" you said getting out your own chair and sitting on his lap, kissing him passionately.

"I don't have a ring yet. I was going to wait until I got back to Germany, until I saw you, but since you were here I couldn't wait any longer, I love you liebling"

"I don't need a ring to say it, I'm just happy to be yours. Ich liebe dich auch"

Sebastian scooped you up out of the chair and carried you into the bedroom, wanting to give his wife to be the most perfect of nights.

[smoll-tangerine]

ONE YEAR WENT BY SO FASTT ????? CONGRATS MY BABYYY. You've done so amazing, and I couldn't be more proud of you ! besides you know what 🤪🤪 Sniffling because I've followed your writing journey and sighsss, you're fucken out of this world !

Whenever you stop simping over Jaehyun and not overloaded with uni, can i please request :

Doyoung , Hogwarts!au with , “If the choice comes down to my life or yours, I’m always going to choose yours.” 

I wonder if my selection comes as a surprise?? idkk hahaha. I lowkey see this going two diferent ways and 👀👀👀 we'll see if I jump on a plane to hunt you or give you all my love.

PLEASE TAKE BREAKS, MAKE SURE YOU EAT AND SHIT. YOU'VE DONE SO MUCH THIS PAST YEAR. SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE AND HUGS 💛💛

[a/n]: ANGIEEEEE!! 💛💛 words cannot express how grateful i am for your friendship and how much i adore you. you stuck with me since the beginning of my writing career on AFF, went through my cringey 15-year-old writing (and still somehow stuck with me??), and you've always supported me no matter what!!

you KNOW i'm never going to stop simping over jaehyun, but aHHHHH A HOGWARTS!AU WITH DOYOUNG!! i had so much fun writing this so i hope you like this request and i'll pick you up at the airport, text me when you land💛 ilysm!!!!!

PAIRING. ravenclaw!doyoung x slytherin!female reader GENRES. romance, slight angst, established relationship!au, hogwarts!au PROMPT. "if the choice comes down to my life or yours, i'm always going to choose yours." WORDS. 817

WARNINGS. the story takes place during harry potter and the deathly hallows, so the events mentioned in this drabble are canon. you don't necessarily have to have read the books/watch the movies to understand what's going on but it might provide some bg info(?) + swearing!

A comfortable silence enveloped you and Doyoung as you two stood idly in the middle of the Room of Requirement, the famous Mirror of Erised in front of you two. You heard much about it, from both your headmaster Dumbledore and your friend Harry Potter.

It wasn’t any of your intentions to find the said Room or the Mirror. But the Carrows were ruthless against students who were either not part of Slytherin or not purebloods.

As Head Girl from the House of Slytherin, and considering your pureblood status, Neville Longbottom deemed you to be the best option to scour the school and find a suitable place for your fellow students to hide from the two professors.

Doyoung, your boyfriend and Head Boy from the House of Ravenclaw, insisted on accompanying you on this mission. Both of you wished to find a safe place for the students to hide from the Carrows, and that was how the Room of Requirement appeared.

You hadn’t thought much about it, just hoping to find a hideaway. Perhaps that was why such a generic room appeared in front of you two.

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi,” Doyoung read the inscription before translating it. “I show not your face but your heart’s desire.”

Your eyes squinted at the mirror, wondering what exactly it would show you. With what could possibly be the Second Wizarding War happening outside of Hogwarts walls, your missing friends, and the loss of security at where you thought was the safest place in the world, there was much you desired.

You quickly stole a look over at your boyfriend, who seemed to bear the same scrutiny as you for the mirror, before a look of curiosity took over his face. You tried not to snort at him. Typical Ravenclaw.

“What do you see?” you asked him, curious.

Doyoung turned to you and gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You knew that the past few months had been more than difficult for him, and yet, here he was, still trying to pretend to be strong in front of you. At that thought, the mirror shimmered and finally revealed what you desired the most.

It showed you and Doyoung growing old together and sending your children off to Hogwarts on the 9¾ platform, and your heart broke the tiniest at the vision the mirror showed you.

You knew that it was intrinsically inherent for human nature to desire something greater than one’s own self; meaning that an event wherein the mirror fails to carry out its intended purpose rarely, if at all, happens. With the numerous events happening, you wouldn’t – shouldn’t – be surprised that your deepest desire was one that could not be easily fulfilled.

Doyoung took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him as you gently squeezed his hand back.

“Just…” he sighed and his dark orbs stared right at you, unflinching. “If the choice comes down to my life or yours, I’m always going to choose yours.”

You didn’t understand why he was telling you this. You shook your head at his words, almost erratically. “No, you take those words back. You can’t just say that. You promised – we promised to each other that we were going to get through this together. What happened to that?!”

Doyoung pulled you into a tight hug, hoping to calm you down a little.

“Of course I’m keeping my promise,” he reassured you. “But just in the event that something does happen and we’re forced to pick, I will always pick you.”

“You’re fucking stupid for saying that,” you mumbled, your head buried in his chest. “No way am I even going to let you make that dumb decision. I’ll fight Voldemort, if I have to.”

A moment of silence passed while you two spent it in each other’s arms, not knowing when exactly you would have this private time to yourselves again. It didn’t take long for Draco Malfoy, your fellow prefect, to look for you.

You sighed. Draco was persistent.

“You should go,” Doyoung mumbled.

You nodded in agreement. You turned one last time to Doyoung, who stayed behind so that you two wouldn’t get caught together, and he gave you a half-smile when you were about to leave the Room of Requirement.

“I love you,” you said. “You know that, right?”

Doyoung perhaps didn’t expect you to say those words to him at the moment. You were not a person of much words and preferred to show your love through actions, and Doyoung knew that.

He chuckled under his breath and shook his head, knowing he had never been able to keep up with you ever since the start of your relationship. Doyoung nodded determinedly. He then gave you a genuine smile – the most genuine you’d seen in a while – and said,

“Always.”