#test x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Faceless man

Pairing: Edge x Fem reader x Test

Description: The boys confront your daughter's biological father when he tries to come back in her life

Follow up to Two dads

The moment your brother called and told you that Sawyer's dad Quentin had been at his workplace and found out he was in the apartments downtown you knew how sawyer would likely feel about it. "Baby I got something to tell you" you felt dread and guilt as sawyer sits beside you seeing all the emotions of resentment, anger, confusion, and hurt in her eyes before she told you that she wanted to see him as she held your hand pulling her into your arms knowing she wanted to confront him and finally heal from the pain he caused her but what she tells you next surprises you, "I want dads to come with me to see him" you look at the boys as they hugged her and promised you that she would be safe with them leading to that next week when they went to the apartments while you stood on your back porch smoking a joint to calm your anxiety and nerves wondering what could be happening to the three. You jumped off the couch when you heard the front door open seeing the three walk in watching sawyer go to her room and change with a look of relief and maturity on her face, "She went straight to the point and called him out on his shit, he tried to lie and she had enough" hearing how sawyer not only asked for answers and called him out for lying but even defended you made your heart swell and break all at once hearing the boys tell you how she broke down and quentin still tried to blame anyone but himself made you angry for trying to lie to her face but you were filled with love at the boys being by her side and sawyer telling you later that night how they jumped in and said what had been on their minds for the past twelve months of growing a bond and being in your and sawyer's lives, "All kids deserve parents but some parents don't deserve kids, DNA doesn't always make you a parent, actually stepping up and taking that role seriously makes you a parent" tears formed in your eyes hearing what they said showing just how much they truly loved you and her. A smile forms on her face when the boys come home from being on the road for three weeks feeling your heart float out of you seeing her squeal and jump in their arms making them smile while smothering her in affection watching the sweet moment, you pulled both of them into a hug and kiss later on before telling them that she had told you what they said to quentin six weeks back that made you fall and love them even more than you already did ever since all of you got together and you knew in this moment as you all hold each other that you had found not one but two people you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and who loved and supported your daughter just as much as you did from the moment they came into your lives.

[the-lapis-lazuli-corner]

Happy Birthday Rookie-poo<3

December 2nd-

In which Rook finds out that Yuu is planning him a surprise party for his Birthday, but is trying his best not to give in to his natural Rook-Instincts to stalk and snoop around anymore (for Yuu's sake):

"eUGHHhhAa... The Voices, mon Dieu, the Voices!"

[bbygirlky18]

Can you do a Test request. You can write whatever you want.

Beautiful girl! Test

Test x Scarlett Hunter

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 618

A/N: Hi everyone!! I hope you like this. This is the first-ever Test (Andrew Martin) Fanfic. This was sent in by @bbygirlnessa18 let's get into it.

@bbygirlnessa18 Scarlett is the name.

Hope you guys like it.

Test, the 6-time World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Champion, towers over the crowd as he strides confidently to the ring. From the moment the spotlight hits him, the fans erupt into cheers, and the energy in the arena is undeniable.

Test flips his tousled, light blond hair back and grins into the crowd. Thousands of eyes focus on him as he moves into the ring.

In the crowd, one set of eyes follow Test more closely than the rest. Her espresso-brown eyes sparkle with admiration as she watches him take the ring. She's been a fan of Test's since she was a little girl, and although she never expected to be able to meet him one day, here she is.

He's just as strong and charismatic as she imagined, and she can't take her eyes off of him.

Test has now stepped up to the mic. 'Testing, one, two, three,' he says, and the audience roars with laughter. Test chuckles and tosses his hair back again.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he says, beginning his speech.

Suddenly, Test's eyes lock onto the woman in the audience. He seemed surprised, looking around to make sure she wasn't mistaken. But the longer he looks at her, the more he seems to recognize her.

The woman's heart skips a beat as Test steps out of the ring and makes his way into the audience. The open space between them quickly closes and they are now standing face-to-face.

The woman can feel the heat of Test's body radiating against hers. His eyes have now softened into a gentle gaze and lock onto her.

Test reaches out, his large hand clasping her slender fingers. 'I remember you,' he whispers, his breathing as shallow as her own.

The woman knows that Test is referring to the one time they met, years ago. She had been so star-struck then, and now here they are.

Test takes one step to close the gap and cups her face in his hands. His eyes close as he leans in and presses his lips against hers.

Test tastes of spun sugar and honey. She melts into him, and it's as if she's been waiting for this moment her entire life.

The kiss gradually deepens as Test wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck as they pour their hearts into this one moment.

The crowd goes wild as Test and the woman break apart. Test whispers into her ear, 'I'll see you backstage,' and with that promise, he strides back to the ring and continues his match.

The woman stands in the crowd, heart pounding in anticipation as Test goes on to win the match. Afterward, she waits eagerly backstage, and soon enough, Test emerges from the door.

His hair has become tousled from the match and his skin has a sheen of sweat. The woman can't help but blush as he grins, that same heart-stopping grin he had for her before.

Test leaps up and wraps her in a tight embrace. He holds her there for a moment before he pulls away and kisses her forehead.

'You're amazing,' he whispers, and the woman can feel herself melting into his chest.

They spend the remainder of the night talking; about wrestling, their lives, and the future. Before long, they are laughing, sharing stories, and stealing kisses in between.

When it comes time for Test to leave, he grins at the woman and kisses her one final time.

'See you soon,' he murmurs, a promise laced in his words.

It's been a night she'll never forget. Test may have won the match tonight, but it's her heart that has won the victory.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

[sukunasteeth]

When Sukuna kisses you, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest.

You started out perched on his lap, but by now he's reduced you to a boneless, panting heap in his grasp. His arms supporting you are the only things keeping you from melting against him like liquid lust. You're desperate for a moment of solid ground to catch your breath, but Sukuna is adamant on continuously taking it away from you. His calloused hands inching their way up your shirt, brushing softly against your sides, over your rib cage, skimming the underside of your breasts, all in mesmerization at how soft your skin is.

"'Kuna..." You try to capture his attention, which has been taken by his fixation on how sensitive your ears were to the scrape of his teeth.

You're surprised when he answers with a distracted hum, "Yes, my little doe?"

"I -I need a second." You stutter, your heart is thumping wildly in your chest, despite how intoxicated and incapacitated you feel at his mercy. You were starting to forget how to breathe in his close proximity and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep your head straight with his natural scent acting like a pheromone.

You feel his wicked grin against your neck before you hear it in his voice, "Poor thing. Am I working you too hard? I rarely see you so out of sorts..." 

Sukuna doesn't even try to disguise his amusement at your complete inebriation with his kisses. His tongue presses against the nape of your throat before he follows a line of sweat up to your ear, leaving behind a cold stripe of his saliva against your burning hot skin. He holds you fast when you violently shiver against him, "It's a good look on you."

“Please…” You beg with whatever breath you can conjure for him but it comes out as more of a desperate little whimper. That was Sukuna’s favorite tone of your voice, after all. 

And desperate you were. Sukuna had been devouring you for so long, sucking and nipping and licking at whatever part of your revealed skin interested him. You could feel your legs forgetting how to operate.

You just needed a moment. 

Without his permission, you push away from his chest and manage to get to your feet in front of him. Your legs buckle, but you're able to catch yourself before you fall face first back into him. Sukuna is looking up at you, as kiss drunk as you felt, blinking slowly with a satisfied smile. 

“Give me just one sec-” You’re about to turn away. And then you see it. 

Sukuna had you so entranced with him, had your mind so far away from your body, that you hadn’t even noticed the fact that you had cleanly soaked through your panties on his lap. And there, on that oh-so-comfortable part of his thigh, that had quickly become one of your happy places, was a dark spot on his jeans from your wetness. 

All you could do was stare down at it, mortified. 

Which only has Sukuna following your gaze in momentary curiosity. 

“I-I’M…” You try to catch his attention again with the sound of your voice before his eyes can settle on the new mark, but Sukuna sees it first.

His grin quickly fades and your heart careens into your throat. You feel embarrassment shoot through you like a shot of adrenaline, coloring your already pink face a bright and rosy red. 

The clear solution to the undoubtedly awkward situation is to run, right?

“I’ll be right back-” But you don’t even move an inch before his hand snaps forward and latches onto the front pocket of your (his) hoodie, stopping you in place. 

Your heartbeat thumps in your red-hot ears and you go against every fiber of your being to meet his eyes.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going with my dinner?" The playful lilt of his tone has completely vanished and reveals a deep, dark starvation in its place.

"I work hard for my meals, you know?” 

[flos-obsessivus]

What happens when you kiss Lilian <3

[yeyinde]

Would you consider writing a poly141 version of the babytrap universe? Completely understand if it’s not to your interest to write, but I would love to see that story play out in your delicious writing style :)

ohh, absolutely. i think the best way to do it would be to have poor reader, desperate for a family of her own, and making the stupid decision to hand her resignation into Price.

and then admitting, shyly, that there's no man in your life, just a donor waiting for you to sign the papers and make the deposit for the procedure. thanking him for everything he's done, of course; but you're excited for this new chapter in your life.

He accepts it. Sure. Smiles tightly, and says, "good luck." Calls a meeting after to discuss it with the rest of the team. Closed door. A little unusual, but nothing that immediately raises your hackles. You're too busy cleaning up your desk to really pay much attention to hushed whispers in Price's office. Happy to celebrate, too, when Johnny invited you out for drinks after. Tae say goodbye properly, he said, and looking back, you should have seen through the faux sadness draped over his brow. Picked up on the giddy excitement buzzing around him as he led you to the bar, as he offered to get you drinks. Handed you an open bottle. Tipping it back for you to drink more. 

Keep goin’, doe. Drink ‘er up. 

Another one. Another. Your head swims. Kyle is there, hands warm on your waist, breath rippling across the sweat gathering on the nape of your neck. 

“C’mon, birdie. Have a shot with me.” He coos, bringing the glass to your lips, chest glued to your spine. “Can't believe you want a baby. Fuck, birdie, that's—”

Johnny murmurs something under his breath. You blamed the three glasses of whiskey sour (Price wouldn't let you have anything else) and a shot of tequila for why it sounded like,

hope it's mine—

To the left of you, Ghost snorts under his breath. Shifts in the stool that creaks, whining under his weight. You blink through fog seeping into your head, this strange, syrupy torpor that bleeds into the corners of your vision, makes everything feel muted, far away, and turned to him with a pout. 

He'd been acting strange ever since Price told him your plans. Quieter, somehow. But—

There. 

Everywhere. 

Your fixed shadow. Looming in the corners. 

You make to ask him what the hell he's doing, why he's following you around, but the words slosh out in a tangle. Incompressible.

Ghost huffs. His gloved hand lifts, falls to your throat, holding you steady with his thumb digging shallowly into your pulse. 

“Careful,” he mocks, dragging the word out like he was speaking to a misbehaving child. It bristles through you, but your tongue is thick. Liquid in your mouth. “Got a big night ahead o’you yet, pet. Try not t’hurt yourself before I get to knock you up.”

Distantly, you think you hear Gaz say something—oi, mate, maybe—but there's a shrill ringing in your ear that drowns it all out. A cotton spooling in your head. You blink—foolishly—and lean into his palm, mouth dropping in surprise. Shock. 

Horror. 

“Wha—?”

But it's too late, of course. What you thought were the comforting threads of a warm blanket spooling over your shoulders was the silken strands of a spider's web the whole time. Caught in their trap. 

And then you come to with a warm weight pressed against your back, a thick, hairy arm slung around your shoulders. Trapping you tight against a warm, broad chest.

“Want a baby, mm?” your captain coos in your ear, humid breath tickling your skin. Dampening it slightly as he leans in close, lips pressed to the shell—a warm, wet heat that makes you tremble—and adds: “fine, love. Since you want one so bad—” 

An arm lashes out of the shadows dancing around the room; through the heavy haze, the fog in your head (the last thing you remember is being offered a drink by Johnny, another by Kyle—), you struggle to make sense of what's happening around you as rough, dry fingers curl over your knee, prying your thighs apart: 

“—then we'll give it to you.”

You watch, dazed, dizzy, as cherryred knuckles slip down the valley of your spread legs, the ink on their thick fingers flexing, dancing, in the slip of pale moonlight until they curl into the hem of your panties, tugging the fabric roughly to the side. 

The sudden swell of cold air on your exposed cunt makes you gasp. Your knees jerking, trying to fold together to hide yourself, preserve some modicum of modesty, but the hand on your flesh tightens. Prevents you from moving. It keeps you open for their gaze. Lets them all gawk at the wide knuckles pressed against the seam of your pussy. Flushed in the low light. Dripping—

In the murk, someone groans—

“Shoulda told us sooner you wanted a fuckin’ baby, sweet’art. Woulda given you one sooner before y’had to go an’ do somethin’ so foolish—”

Foolish. Like paying for another man to put a baby inside of you when that privilege belongs to them. And them alone.

And really—

You should have known better.

[blondwhxrewrites]

Mattheo will never understand how he managed to secure the most beautiful woman in the world—you. Now, if only he could persuade you that having a baby with him wouldn't be chaotic.

"We are too young to have a child, Matty!!" You groaned, hiding beneath the covers of your bed to get away from your insistent husband. "We barely just graduated, and we aren't even married!" 

Mattheo rolled his eyes and grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it off of you. "Okay- but just imagine a little baby running around that looks like us, wouldn't that be nice?"

"it would be nice...ten years in the future!'

He gasped, grasping at his heart in a dramatic display that made you roll your eyes. "I am not waiting that long to knock you up!" He huffed out. 

"I thought you didn't want to be a father with all of your daddy issues?"

"aaand that was before- now I want a minimum of two children and a dog."

"You're ridiculous."

[mysicklove]

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DAY 15: HYBRIDS

With: Megumi Fushiguro

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Sub + cat hybrid! Megumi, AFAB + owner! reader but no pronouns, reader is implied to be smaller than him, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight breeding kink, birthcontrol mentioned and used, purring/licking/mewling, he calls you his "mate" and u tease him bout it, needy megumi,

A/N: i had alot of fun with this one tbh. but also I usually write gn! reader, so dealing with readers pleasure is so hard to write about lol. i am so used to only catering to what feels good to the character.

Owning a cat was way easier than you thought it was going to be. Well, at least owning a cat hybrid was. Megumi, your adorable, slightly temperamental, and moody black cat has been living with you for about five years now, and you love him desperately.

He stays at home while you go off to work each day, but he never complains, instead just sleeps the day away. In fact, you tried introducing him to the neighbor’s hybrid, a lab named Yuuji as a playmate, but he blatantly refused, growing annoyed almost immediately at how upbeat the dog was. Megumi preferred silence, sunbathing, sleeping, and your full attention. He was okay being at home alone until you got back.

He currently lays on the carpet, curling up in the warmth of the light, and dozing off when he hears the sound of your keys working their way into the hole. His ears dart toward the noise, and a smile creeps up his face, but his eyes remain shut, and he pretends to be asleep.

You open the door and sigh, eyes darting around the apartment to find your cat. When you catch him on the floor sleeping, you smile, shutting the door behind you and setting your stuff down on the counter. You make your way over him, dropping to your knees, and then finally laying down next to him. 

You stare at his relaxed, content face, and begin to reach out to touch him affectionately. He grabs your hand before you make contact with his skin, and pulls it forward, pulling you into his chest. Then he wraps his arms around your boddy, intertwines the two of your legs, and nuzzles his face on top of your head, purring gently. 

“Hi Megumi,” You mumble against his chest. “You are so warm.”

He nods, tail swinging behind him. “Been in the sun all day,” He breathes, and you hum, curling up against him. “...Missed you,” Megumi whispers lowly, still rubbing his cheek against your head.

You chuckle at him. “Oh whose this? My Megumi would never say something so sappy,” You tease, pulling away to look up at him.

He pouts, ears falling flat on his head as he rolls his eyes. “Am I not allowed to miss my mate?” He complains, but licks a stripe up your hair, still purring. 

You groan when you feel his inhumane tongue lick your face. “Hey, stop it. No grooming, humans don’t do this.” You try to push him away, but he ignores you, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer. 

His purrs grow louder when you finally give up, and you watch his tail swing back and forth from behind him. He licks at your face, and then your hair, and finally your neck. You shiver slightly, still not used to the attention even after all these years. “You stink,” Megumi mumbles into your neck, using his tongue to wipe away some of the gross scents that clung to you.

“You want me to take a shower?” 

He grips you harder, shaking his head into your skin. You feel his crotch press into your backside, and you raise your eyebrows, but don’t say anything. “S’fine. I don't like it when my mate smells like other men though.” He rubs his neck onto any surface he can, scent marking you as his.

You roll your eyes, but smile. He was being strangely affectionate today. Usually, it was you who has to initiate physical contact and doting words. “Just coworkers, possessive cat. What’s got you all worked up today?”

His hips move closer to yours, beginning to grind himself on you. “Wanna do it,” he whispers, so low that you could barely hear him. His cheeks pinken, but you can't see them, so you cant tease him about it.

You move your hips backward, meeting him halfway. He lets out an airy breath onto the back of your neck, and you shiver at the feeling. “Yeah? You haven’t been thinking about it all day, have you?”

He feels his cheeks begin to burn. “Shut up.” A definite yes. His semi-hard cock continues to grind on your clothes, and you sigh at the feeling. You quickly manevour yourself to turn to look at him, and he pouts slightly, ears drooping, from the loss of stimulation. You roll your eyes with a grin, and tug at his pants. “Right now? H-Here?” He stutters, but helps you pull down his pants, obviously not too against the idea.

“Don’t get so nervous on me now. What happened to my brave cat who was basically grinding himself on me just a couple seconds ago?” You tease, kissing at his neck and pulling a small mewl from him. He gulps, baring his neck slightly to let you plant more kisses on it. He grips onto the back of your head with shaky hands, encouraging the action.

You slip your hands into his boxers and he gasps, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes squeezing shut from the attention. You pull it out, and then proceed to pull your pants down. “Hurry,” He demands, tilting your head up to kiss you. 

It's a desperate sort of kiss, both of his hands cup your face and bring you impossibly closer to him. It makes it harder to remove your clothing, and you can feel him begin to grind onto your stomach. 

You are forced to pull away to unbutton your pants, and he whines in complaint. “Such a spoiled brat,” You tease affectionately, “Cant go one minute without being touched? Are all kitties this needy?”

He looks away from you, pouting again, but you just giggle and kiss his jaw, finally removing your panties. “Don’t know. Don’t wanna think bout it. Do you not like when I am needy?”

He holds back a smug smile, knowing that this will definitely give him brownie points. He is right of course, because the next second you are littering his face and neck with kisses, while he purrs, soaking all the attention up. “Of course not. You are so cute needy.” 

He nods, smart enough to know that an argument will break out if he doesn't. So he smiles contently, melting under you and your soft touches. Finally, you grab his cock and press it against your entrance. Megumis mouth waters at the feeling, the warm welcoming sensation of your folds. 

“Do you…uh…Don't you need to be prepp–oh fuck,” He groans, throwing his head back as you sink onto his cock without much hesitation. You sigh into his chest, adjusting to his length — he was slightly bigger than adverage, and every time you take it, it always feels like a stretch, but it was an addicting sensation.

The two of you turn to where he lays on his back, and you on top of him, chest to chest. He grabs at your hips, hands shaking as he restrains himself from moving you up and down on his length. His eyes are screwed shut and his ears are pinned to his head. “Hey, relax. Why are you so tense? It’s okay for you to move, sweetheart.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and nods, while you bring your hands up to pet his ears. He leans into the touch, purrs increasing in volume as he lifts your hips up and back down. He repeats the motion a couple of time, pants getting louder and half lidded eyes peering down at you. You in return have your own blush, its softer than his, but definitely noticeable. “I…Can I…Fuck this is so–Can I thrust…into you?”

He fumes red, and he turns his face into the carpet, embarrassed by his lewd words. Even after all this time, he is unbelievably shy, and can never voice what he wants in bed. “So polite! Must of trained you well.” He nods, ears flickering to you at your sweet words. “Of course, kitty. Dont gotta ask, ‘m all yours.”

Immediately he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest, and begins to thrust upward. Your eyes widen slightly at his pace, and the roughness of it all, and you groan into his skin. He moans at the feeling, breath heavy, matching his pace. “Oh fuck. This. This I was–fuckkk—waiting for this all day!”

You pant into his chest, a smile pulling at your lips. “Y-Yeah?” You encourage, and he nods with a hum. Loud slapping of skin on skin fills the room, and his tail reaches up to wrap around your wrist. His cheeks are stained a permanent pink, and his chest rises and falls quickly with every pant. 

You managed to shakily reach up to his ears, grabbing the both of them and giving them a small tug. He yelps slightly, back arching, but then moans into the touch. It was cute, he was super temperamental about the black ears. On some days he wanted you to pet and rub them, on others he wanted you to pull and abuse the sensitive areas. Today was the latter.

“Was–Was fucking my hand thinking bout you. Not as good. My mate is so warm,” His voice vibrates with a purr, and you chuckle at him above the lewd noises. It was endearing to watch his body succumb to pleasure. His voice always held a purr, but he still managed to make every human like sound with the addition to the vibration.

Eventually he flips the two of you over, his arms caging you in under him, as he licks and kisses your neck. “Mhmmm. Mine, mine, my mate. Love you. Love you so much,” He chants into your ear, biting at the lobe while continuing to thrust into you at a merciless pace.

“S-So talkative today,” You mumble, gripping onto the carpet at a particularly harsh thrust. Usually, you were the one leading the dirty talk. He whimpers at the words, pressing his entire body on top of yours. He liked to be touching, and as much skin as he could, the better, but of course he would never admit that outloud. 

“Dont know why. Just missed you. Fuck I missed you. Why do you leave for so long?” He complains between breaths, his voice holding a dramatic whine to it. He nuzzles his face into your neck, scenting the area while you reach back and scratch his ears. “Why–Why…Hah.. Can’t you stay here with me? Th-Thought you loved me.”

He was being unreasonable and the both of you knew it, but today he was being weirdly sappy and clingy, so you didn’t mind having to reassure him. “Love you so much. You know why.” You feel his teeth graze into your skin, and he probably has his ears pinned back. “Ill try to work from home more, how does that sound?”

He nods, mewling happily to himself. Then he goes back to panting into your skin, licking and biting any surface he can lay his mouth on. You dont try to stop him, knowing if you do, he will probably get all pouty.

“Can I cum? P-Please? Been good, right?” He hasn’t really, other than the sweet words he has let out, he has not be gentle at all. You will probably be stumbling by tomorrow. His pace is desperate, frantic even, that makes you begin to lose your mind.

But he was feeling good, and your thoughts were draining anyways. “Sure, love, I’m c-close too,” You sigh, closing your eyes and pressing your face against the carpet as you begin to feel that tightening feeling build up.

He gulps and nods, kissing your cheek. “Inside? Please?” His words come out as a whisper, obviously hesitant about the question. He has been day dreaming about this for weeks, to finally cum inside you, but never mustered up the courage to ask. Today, he was feeling good, and you seemed to be happy at his behavior, so it was the best time to ask.

Your orgasm hits you out of the blue, and you are left trembling on the floor. Your eyes roll back slightly and you heave, “S’fine Megumi. J-Just cum!” You were on birthcontrol, it was okay just this once. Your thoughts were scrambled from the intensity of your orgasm.

His pace picks up again and you shiver at the feeling, while he lets out low mewls and purrs, happy at your choice. “Im cumming. Thank you, thank you,” He mumbles into your ear, and then latches onto your neck as he shoves himself as deep inside of you as possible, and cums.

He throws his head back and groans, arms trembling. It feels so much better than cumming inside a condom or pulling out. You are so warm, and the idea of the possibility of him breeding you, leaves him shivering with glee. He would never tell you this of course, you would most definitely call him a perv or an animal.

He collapses on top of you, practically glowing, and purring happily from above. He flips the two of you over so that you are back on his chest, peering up at him. His face is damp with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed pink, but he wears a small, content smile. 

You feel cum begin to ooze out of you and you groan. “Ugh, now I definitely need a shower.” He cringes at the words, and you laugh. “Can’t believe you hate water, you are such a sterotypical cat.” He frowns, and rolls his eyes, not responding, because you are completely right.

“Aw cmon, mate, dont get all pouty now,” You tease, and his eyes flash to you in an instant. His cheeks turn a vicious red, and he covers his face with his hand,

“...Call me that again,” Megumi whispers, so low that you could barely hear him.

You raise your eyebrows, cocking your head to the side. “My mate?”

He begins to purr again, hands wrapping around your back to pull you up closer to him. He leans in, and hesitantly presses his lips to yours, pulling back slightly to mumble, “'m hard again.”

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[heavenbarnes]

Omg omg ghost likes to eat it while ur on ur period 🫣

i have not had a period in a hot fkn minute but i think i got this 🫶🏼

there was something forgiving about older bf!simon in the sense that nothing was ever too much for him.

that’s to say there was very little you could do that wouldn’t turn him on.

“si, it’s not pretty”

“i always think it’s pretty”

simon wanted you in every sense of the word and there wasn’t anything you could do once you’d gotten him started.

thighs over his shoulders, laid back on a towel- even his large palm spanned over your lower stomach was helping.

you thought you might lose him to this moment, that he’d stay between your legs just staring at your cunt forever. if it was up to him, he would.

he’d tried to spin you some story about helping with cramps, you’d told him your cramps weren’t even that bad- you were at the tail end.

then the truth comes out.

“ok, i just wanna’ eat it then”

that’ll do it.

tip of his tongue broke the seam, running from your entrance until it flicked once, twice against your clit. immediately, your head was tipping back into the pillows.

fingers threading into soft hair, you cradled the back of his head as you felt his mouth moving between your thighs. stubble against the soft skin, quiet hums emanating from him.

he was happier than ever.

feeling lips wrap around your clit, you tugged his hair as your hips dropped further onto his mouth. a desperate moan fell out of simon’s mouth, hips rutting into the mattress.

eating pussy was one of simon’s simple pleasures- there were times you thought he got more out of it than you did.

but when he lifted his face, streaks of red on the end of his nose and swiped across his chin, he gave you a grin- teeth specked with blood?

simple pleasure? all consuming hunger.

[ozzgin]

Keep your head out the happy trail (hehe) (like keep your mind out the gutter)

Honestly, I think this applies more to the teacher!

He insisted he could handle your injury himself. He's done his fair share of quick medical fixes during his military time. Except, well, it's one thing to heal comrades, and another to deal with...you.

Despite tremendous efforts, he can't help the faint blush heating up his cheeks once he carefully settles you down. Additionally, he feels quite improper, kneeling before you in just a tank top and sweats. When he saw you on the ground, he unconsciously threw his jacket away and scrambled to assess the situation, knowing you're the weakest of the class. He couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

"Does it hurt if I touch it like this?" he asks, almost choking out in embarrassment.

His fingers feel around your sprain, and you shake your head in denial. Good. It can't be that bad. Glancing down at your legs, his mind begins to wander. What a small creature you are in comparison to him. Completely defenseless.

"Thank you, Sir", you comment sheepishly.

Your voice echoes in the empty locker room. It's just the two of you. The older man purses his lips, ashamed by all the perverted thoughts currently plaguing him. He could pin you down and have his way with you. He bandages your ankle with trembling hands.

"This should do. You can return to class", he manages to blurt out, adjusting his pants.

"I don't think I can walk, still", you observe, stepping down hesitantly. "Would it be a bother if you carried me again, Sir?"

Fucking hell.

[Yandere School] | [Gym Teacher Intro]

[judgementdaysunshine]

Show me

Pairing: Test x Fem reader

Description: Test shows you what love really is and his feelings for you after your embarrassing secret is revealed during a night out with the roster

Everyone was celebrating at the bar enjoying the free time after another great pay per view of Raw. A round of truth or dare begins leading to you reaching to grab a beer instead of telling a truth only for you to spill the big secret that you were a virgin despite being 22 years old before grabbing the bottle of jack daniels and chugging it, you noticed the looks from Test after that night over the next week which made you feel the embarrassment along with warmth due to your feelings for him over the past year but you felt your heart sink when you found out that the two of you would share a hotel room after a night of Smackdown not knowing where things would lead while you were a mess. You cover your eyes when test walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist before you showered feeling relaxed after putting your shorts and tank top off trying to control your pounding heart when you saw him watching you, "Don’t be afraid, it’s just me" you felt your breath get caught in your throat feeling his warm hands on your shoulders along with your back pressed against his chest as your heart went out of control and your mind short circuited while his hands rubbed your arms unable to control the words that came from the bottom of your heart while turning around to face him with your nerves on edge, "You brought so many things to my life that I thought I never deserved" his hand gently caresses your face with his thumb running over your lips as he leaned closer until your lips were lightly pressed together before pulling away. Chills ran through you as he kissed down your neck along your exposed collarbone before your foreheads were pressed together hearing each other's shaky breathing, "I've never felt this way with anyone before" his words truly made you feel such tenderness and love that you became teary eyed realizing that he felt the same for you the whole time just as much as you did feeling a wave of unexpected confidence wash over you while looking him in the eyes and saying "Show me", you raise your arms leading to him taking your tank top off followed by his shirt before he was softly kissing your exposed chest not without whispering just how beautiful you were against your skin running your hands over the muscles of his shoulders as your shorts fell to the floor watching him kiss your thighs. "Let me show just how much you mean to me" quiet gasps were heard as he slowly ate you out with care running his hand along your hip as you tangled your hands in his hair leading to him kissing back up your body before running his hands through your hair, your moans and small whimpers of pain are swallowed with gentle paused kisses intertwining your hands together while his other hand held the side of your face and your other hand ran along his back when you let more vulnerability in by what you tell him as the high reached it's peak, "I never expected to have anyone love me the way you do" the two of you held each other in a comfortable silence before the two of you were in the shower under the warm water falling asleep tightly wrapped in his arms but now without both of you saying "I love you" before sleep took hold.

[verstappensrealwife]

Happy Father’s day! - Max Verstappen x Reader

fluff

approx 330 words

warnings: pregnancy i suppose, kind of headcannons-esque

max verstappen masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You didn’t have time to reply, he was already on his way up the lift to the apartment, so your message only made him run through the corridors and barge through the door.

“You’re pregnant!?” He shouted as he ran around the flat looking for you, finding you tucked away in the confines of your bedroom. Two pregnancy tests on the bedside table and a babygrow in your hands as you sat cross legged in your bed. 

An almost nervous smile on your face as you tentatively passed him the small newborn baby clothing. The words “My daddy is a race car driver” written across the front. He stared at it. Stared way too long. Your hands sweating as you waited for his reaction.

It was only until you saw the corners of his lips twitch upwards, you had no time to process his emotion before he- literally- jumped ontop of you. Kisses pressed against the entire surface of your skin, giggles escaping past your lips before he jumped up again. Running to the balcony he dragged the glass doors open dramatically before stepping out and announcing to the streets of Monaco: “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” rather loudly.

– 

When you went into labour he had never drove faster than when he went to the Hospital (which was ironic considering he raced cars for a living).

He parked- wonkily over two parking spots- in a rush to get you inside the building.

You were in Labour for almost 7 hours before you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. 

Max did nearly faint when he accidentally caught sight of the crown of your sons head. He moved quickly to your side, and not the end of the bed.

Contrary to popular belief, his first thought was not to put your newborn into a go kart.

It was his sixth or seventh thought…

—x—

[komoriiis]

༊*·˚ 𝐇𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 — 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 :: smau ( crack SFW )

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖋𝖙 :: atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro, suna rintarou

[ masterlists ]

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

[merakiui]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥.

yandere!twst x (female) reader

♱ synopsis.

after your faith is called into question, you're locked away in a tower for the sake of self-reflection. seven demons, each one a representation of the most deadliest of sins, will visit over the course of seven days in hopes of shaking your faith. refusing to yield, you dare them to do their worst.

♱ general content warnings.

r18, yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, descriptions of religious imagery/symbolism, demon x nun, solitary confinement, dubious morality. [chapter-specific warnings will be applied to each chapter. please be sure to read them.]

♱ chapter index.

prologue. wrath. sloth. greed. envy. pride. lust. gluttony. epilogue.

[ghostaholics]

I am LIVING for your jealous/possessive enemies with benefits ghost. He sees reader being a little too friendly with another man and goes FERAL. Nobody knows why. Not even him.

❝ 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋. ❞ Fucks your throat raw, likes seeing your lips stretched around his cock, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin as you struggle to take all of him in, just a little messy; the way you allow your muscles to go slightly lax to deep-throat him, but it’s still so goddamn tight. And you spoil him with your mouth, gently sucking at the head and tonguing the entirety of him, even better when you add your palm too, can’t quite wrap your fingers around his cock but it’s hot and slippery and all that matters is you’re trying your best. His hand is threaded through your hair, close to the scalp, close to the roots and flexing hard when you swallow him to the hilt – loves that this lets him control your movements. From the expression on your face, this fucked-out, glazed-over look, he can tell that you’re enjoying it more than he is; gets his point proven when you snake your fingers down between your legs to play with your clit because you just can’t help yourself. (❝ What would all of ‘em think if they saw you on your knees for me, huh, sweetheart? ❞) And there’s something really satisfying to him hearing how utterly wrecked your voice is the next day when you sound hoarse trying to talk to other people.

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇. ❞ He has you facing the mirror, sitting reverse on his lap with your legs wrenched apart – forces you to pay attention to how his cock’s got you split open like this, the easiest way for him to work himself inside your cunt. He’s got one hand on your hip, guiding you up and down just how you need him at a rough and steady rate. His other hand spans over your jaw, your throat; directing you to look at your reflection and how it’s him that’s ruining you – your wet and sticky slickness soaking his cock. He wants you to see what he sees: you, taking him so well, everything that he offers. (❝ No. Eyes open. Gotta remind you who’s the only one that can turn you into such a fucking mess like this, yeah? ❞)

❝ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓. ❞ He mutters it under his breath, has a hand over your mouth to stifle your noises – Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn loud; in the blackness of the supply closet where he’s got you, back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist (❝ Just a quick fuck, c’mon. I know you’re aching for it. ❞) – only needs five minutes to get you off. And when you’re groaning too fucking much while he pounds into your cunt, Ghost tells himself that he doesn’t want to be caught dead with you like this. You don’t either, of course, considering the mutual feelings of animosity shared between the two of you. So it’s a low growl, a warning from him: ❝ If you don’t shut up, they’re gonna hear us— ❞ But the idea only rips another long moan from your throat. And when he sees how much you might actually want that, for somebody to walk by and figure out that you’re getting stuffed full of his cock, it makes him fuck you even harder just to test how good you can keep quiet for him.

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 || 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[bbina]

"pleaseeee"

"you wouldn't be able to pronounce them properly"

"that's why i asked you to teach me!"

you huff, crossing your arms at the now smirking boy in beside you. right now you were trying to get your boyfriend to teach you at least some basic chinese phrases just for the fun of it

but being the stubborn little shit he is, obviously he's gonna make you work for it as if it's some reward to be taught in his native language

chenle hums, thinking for a split second before clearing his throat. "nĭ hăo. that means hello"

you honestly can't believe him right now. was he being for real?

chenle cackles at your reaction. "what? you said basic so i just taught you how to say hello!"

"obviously i know that! by basic i mean like simple phrases like "what does my honey bunch sugar plum want for dinner?" or some shit like that!" you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance. is this what jisung feels on the daily basis?

just watching chenle laugh his ass off was not helping. maybe you'd try to ask on another day when he didn't feel the need to annoy you. with an irritated sigh, you get up from the couch but his hand grabs your wrist to prevent you from leaving

"okay okay. i'm sorry. i'll be serious now" chenle manages to choke out after laughing too much. you huff, snatching your hand away from him before leaning back on the couch, waiting for him to say something

"ràng wǒmen yīqǐ chéngzhǎng, yīqǐ xuéxí, dùguò yúshēng (让我们一起成长，一起学习，度过余生。).. try saying that" chenle suddenly sits up, all giddy all of a sudden.

"that's too complicated-"

"just say it slowly"

"rang.. women yiqi... cheng..zhang, yiqi xue..xí, duguo.. yu..sheng?"

chenle suddenly scoots closer to you to give you a big fat kiss on the cheek. "good job, babe!" he chirps, circling his arms around your frame. "your pronunciation still needs a little work but that could do"

now you don't even know what the fuck you just said but based from his positive reaction you might as well think of it as a good sign. especially with what happened to mark that one time you witnessed chenle teaching him how to say something in chinese.. which obviously did not end well...

"what did i say though?" you ask, snuggling closer to your boyfriend.

"ehh it's something you don't have to know... for now" chenle brushes your question off. now leaning his head on top of yours as he seemingly tightens his grip around you.

what's gotten into him?

"let's just say it's something i'll be down to do if it means it will be with you"