#tickle tease drabble

[sttoru]

[𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈]; helping him with his workout. female reader. suggestive (comments), sfw. reader gets called ‘doll, girl’. drabble. not proofread.

“you sure?”

“jus’ get on my back, doll.”

toji and you have been going back and forth about this for five minutes now. he was working out in the living room while you were watching your favorite show. well, sometimes your eyes lingered far too long on your lover’s physique than on the television.

you can’t help it when he’s only wearing those grey sweatpants. his exposed, sweaty muscular chest and biceps combined with those grunts he lets out every now and then are an intoxicating combination.

toji noticed your gaze on him and suggested you’d help him with his workout. though not before smirking haughtily at your blatant staring, his ego boosted once more.

“ugh, fine. don’t blame me if i break your back,” you mutter under your breath before slowly lowering yourself on his muscular back. you sit down and fold your legs, holding onto his sides for stability.

toji hums in satisfaction when you finally give in. he doesn’t understand your initial hesitation—he can handle even the most impossible of weights and you should know that by now.

“you breaking my back?” toji lets out a breathy chuckle before starting his set of pushups, “keheh. wasn’t it the opposite just this morning?”

that gains him a smack to the back of his head. you huff and roll your eyes at your dirty minded partner. your focus turns to his pushups once more, noticing how he doesn’t seem to be struggling at all, even with extra weight on his back.

down, up, down, up—toji’s body moves in a steady rhythm and his chiseled chest barely touches the floor before he surges back up again. his arms don’t tremble at all, his form steady.

“is this really helping? doesn’t seem like much of a challenge for you,” you murmur after a while and decide to switch positions. you lay your chest against his back, blanketing his prone form with your own body. your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist.

toji grunts in both surprise and satisfaction. your breath tickles his ear and he tries his best to focus on his workout, though it’s hard. extremely so. even more when your hands start to explore the sides of his body, making him shiver.

“well, are you tryin’ to make it a challenge for me by doing… that?” he scoffs.

you grin to yourself, knowing toji couldn’t see your smug face. your hands rub up and down his abs now. your smirk widens when you hear him hiss as a warning. “doing ‘what’, babe?” you act innocent, even as your fingers trail up towards his hard pecs.

the dark-haired man loses control of his arms for a good second, the focus and strength lost after feeling your playful yet intimate touch on his chest. he mumbles something under his breath before reaching one arm back to pinch your sides.

“ah! no!” you squeal a little, immediately moving around on his back to avoid his ‘revenge’. toji’s other arm is balancing both your bodies, but you soon come crashing down with a soft thud after your squirming causes him to lose said balance.

toji rolls onto his back and hauls your body against his chest instead to trap you there. you wilfully rest your head in the crook of his neck and tap his pecs. “hey, you need to finish your workout, silly,” you tease, “can’t be slackin’ off like this.”

toji snorts and gently pinches your nose, earning another small giggle from you. he can’t help but grin as he tilts his head to whisper in your ear;

“i can think of a couple other ways y’ can help me work out. so y’know, there’s this set of hip thrusts—“

“i’m not falling for that, toji.”

“…tsk.”

[dismalflo]

i’ve been thinking about james with a reader who really enjoys physical touch and closeness.

i feel like james would be sooo about physical touch, just glued to readers side. just massive loverboy energy from him all the time

idk if this is enough detail to be a proper request, but would love to read you thoughts or something similar to it

you're so real for this actually, anon! here's a little drabble for you <3

James Potter x reader ✩ 550 words

cw: just fluff

“I wish I could crawl inside your skin,” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep, barely more than a whisper.

James’s fingers stay tangled in your hair, warm and steady. It’s late – far later than either of you should be awake – and the soft pull of exhaustion drapes over you both like a heavy blanket. But you cling to the last flicker of wakefulness just to stay here a little longer, pressed close to your lovely boyfriend.

“What?” His voice carries a bemused lilt as he tilts his chin down to look at you, eyes soft beneath the dim light. You’re sprawled against his chest, your face warm and hidden.

You bury yourself deeper into the heat of him, nuzzling the thin cotton of his shirt like you’re trying to dissolve into it. His arm tightens around your waist in response, and though you can’t see his face, you feel the slow, familiar grin spreading beneath you.

“Nothing,” you mumble, voice muffled and low. If you could melt right into the mattress, slip into the sheets and become one with them, you would. 

James lets out a soft laugh that rumbles low and warm under your ear. He tilts his head, his chin brushing the crown of yours, a featherlight touch that sends a shiver down your spine. Then, without warning, he pokes you in the ribs. Not hard, just enough to make you flinch and squeak in surprise.

“That’s weird,” he says, feigning innocent curiosity. “Because it sounded like you said something about crawling into my skin, you freak.”

“Stop,” you hiss, squirming as his fingers press into your ribs again. Your laugh slips out anyway, tangled in embarrassment and affection. “You’re the worst.”

“Oh, I know,” he grins against your hair, voice warm and sing-song, “but apparently, I’m such a delight that you’d like to unzip me and wear me like a hoodie.” His breath tickles your ear. “That’s love, baby.”

You groan, mortified, and try to wriggle free, but he’s quicker, curling around you like a vine, anchoring you with his arms and laughter. His hand creeps up your side again, fingers poised like they might tickle.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say weakly, knowing full well you’ve lost all credibility.

“Oh no, I believe you,” he murmurs, voice low and fond. “I just think you’re unwell.”

“You’re unwell.”

His voice drops even softer, a secret between you two. “Yes. Terminally.”

His fingers loosen just enough for you to sink back into his hold, your body folding into his like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together. He nuzzles his head into yours, a warm sigh steady against your temple, and your legs instinctively tangle beneath the covers, desperate to feel every inch of closeness.

A soft giggle escapes you, light and unexpected in the stillness. His breath catches, and he pulls back just a fraction, brow raised in curious amusement.

“What’s funny?” he asks, voice gentle, teasing.

You trail a lazy finger along his collarbone, heart still fluttering, and whisper, “Seems like you’d like to get in my skin.”

His grin deepens, eyes sparkling in the low light. “Never said I didn’t, angel.”

“Freak.” 

masterlist <3

[misswynters]

Desperately seeking something more with you

a short drabble

featuring. Silco x brothel worker!reader

requested. by anon

Silco sat in the booth, his presence commanding, as always. One hand lazily cradled a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he took a drag, the smoke curling from his lips like a seductive whisper in the quiet. The other hand was resting casually against the edge of the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the worn wood. His mismatched eyes glinted in the low light, constantly surveying his surroundings but it always came back to you.

You were seated next to him, close enough that the heat of his body seemed to radiate toward you, but not so close that you couldn’t feel the space between you, the challenge hanging in the air. The dress you wore was a small thing, little more than fabric that barely covered you. But it wasn’t just the revealing nature of the dress that made you feel the tension. Maybe it was the way you could feel his eyes on you, watching every movement with that unsettlingly calm intensity.

Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned back slightly, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat. You knew his gaze never left you. He liked watching you. More than he probably wanted to admit. And you enjoyed it just as much, teasing him with every little movement. Slowly, you traced your fingers up his arm, the touch light, lingering, until your fingertips brushed his skin just above the cuff of his sleeve. The movement was deliberate, almost like a challenge, and you could feel the faintest tension building in him, though he didn’t move. He didn’t need to.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” you remarked, your voice soft but playful. You set your glass down, your fingers lingering just a moment longer on the edge of the table. “Not the usual Silco I’m used to.”

He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled toward your face. You leaned into it, savoring the sensation of the smoke swirling around you. It was strange and ntoxicating like everything about him.

“I’d prefer to listen,” Silco replied, his voice low, almost a growl. It was a voice meant for the shadows, a voice that demanded attention without needing to raise itself.

“To what?” you asked, curiosity making your voice teasing. You leaned in just a little, letting your breath tickle his ear as you did.

His lips curled upward, the smallest of smirks forming. “To see how far you’ll go,” he said, his words calculated, laced with an undertone that was almost… dangerous. But you were never one to shy away from danger.

You smirked back, your fingers tracing along the edge of the table until you reached his cigarette. Without breaking eye contact, you reached for it, stealing it from his fingers with a practiced grace. Bringing it to your lips, you took a slow drag, the smoke filling your lungs, adding a heady weight to the already thick air between you. The sharp taste of it filled your senses, heightened the unspoken sensations. You could see the slight shift in his expression as he watched you, the faint glimmer of approval mixed with something darker.

You exhaled, a cloud of smoke rising between you as you leaned in, close enough that your lips almost brushed against his ear. “I can go as far as you like me too,” you whispered, the words barely a breath.

There was a flicker in his mismatched eyes, a challenge of his own. Without another word, he shifted, his hand finding your waist with the precision of someone used to taking control. But there was no force in the movement, just the weight of his hand as he gently guided you to straddle his lap. You felt the shift in the air, the change in his posture as he settled beneath you, his body tensing beneath yours. His hands were firm on your hips, guiding you in a way that made your pulse quicken.

You could feel him. All of him. His body pressed against yours, hard and unmistakable, one that simmered beneath the surface. It made your heart race and your skin flush.

His hand slid slowly from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as you shifted on his lap, feeling the bulge beneath you. He didn’t try to hide it, didn’t seem to care. Instead, he simply watched you with those dark eyes of his, amusement flashing across his face as you continued to tease.

And then you did something unexpected. Without warning, you lifted yourself off him slightly, still straddling him but giving just enough space to make the tension thicker, heavier. Your legs stayed on either side of his hips, your hands sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair. He inhaled sharply, the breath caught in his throat.

“Bold,” he said, his voice rougher now, laced with something darker. “I like that.”

And you smirked, the taste of smoke still lingering on your tongue. “Don’t act surprised now,” you replied, leaning down just enough that your lips brushed against his jaw, teasing the skin there.

He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver through you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress, but you could feel the way his entire body reacted to the proximity. His breath came a little faster, his pulse quickening. But he didn’t let go of the control he had towards himself.

“You’re a lot of things, but you’re never predictable,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin, sending a ripple of electricity through you.

“I sure am full of surprises,” you said, your lips hovering just a fraction away from his, teasing him with the promise of something more. You could feel his breath on your skin, the warmth of his body pressing against you, but neither of you made a move just yet. The space between you was filled with desire, each moment stretched thin, vibrating with anticipation. And then you leaned in, brushing your lips lightly against his, a kiss that was sweet but far too brief.

His hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened. His lips were insistent, hungry even, as he tugged you against him. His touch was bruising, but it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you have been craving for.

note. any mistakes let me know and i’ll fix it! thanks 🙏

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[hyeinette]

⟡ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒔─────𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

f!r ⠀ 🦢⠀ 𝑓. est rl fluff kisses skinship ot7 drabble ─── 145O >ᴗ< 𓈒 𓈒 魂

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦⠀⠀⠀୨୧ ⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀〝⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆. heeseung is rather strict about his phone, and if anyone else asked to use it, he’d hesitate, always peeking over their shoulder to make sure they didn’t see what they weren’t supposed to. but with you? he’s entirely different. the second you glance at his phone, it’s already yours. whether it be to google something stupid or just go through his camera roll, he wouldn’t mind. if you take a few silly photos of yourself—your tongue sticking out or your nose scrunched—he’d smile earnestly upon discovering them, staring at the pictures of you like you’re the prettiest, most dear thing ever (to him, you are). the only thing he doesn’t want you to stumble upon is the secret photo album that he’s made just for you; he goes through it when he’s especially missing you, but that’s far too embarrassing for you to find out. if you ever ask why he doesn’t care when you take his phone, he’d simply shrug, pretending to be casual, but the grin on his face gives him away. “because it’s you. and i trust you.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆. jay likes to keep his personal space, and he always makes sure anyone around him is at a reasonable distance. he’s different with you, though, making an exception just because of how tender your touch is. sometimes, when the two of you are sitting next to each other and you’re feeling weirdly shy (despite the fact that you’re literally dating him), jay would notice. it’s in the way you contemplatively glance at his hand, debating whether to reach for it or not. he’d smile before deciding not to let you think any harder, grabbing your hand and holding it in his—tight enough to express his love, but not to the point where he’s hurting you. he’d shift closer, so close that there’s no space between the two of you, before tilting your head into the warmth of his neck while his thumb drew slow, soothing patterns up and down your arm. there’s no real explanation for you to be this close to jay—he just wants you to be. as uncharacteristic as it might be for him to crave proximity; he craves it with you, because it just feels so right. if anybody thought to tease him or you about it, he’d scowl, shooing them away, for all he wanted was a moment more with you and just you.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍. it’s not like jake lets you tickle him. he hates being tickled by anyone, let alone his girlfriend! too bad for him, ever since you learned of how ticklish he was, you’ve been absolutely abusing the fact: tickling him when you wanted something, when he said no to you… the likes. it’s just that everytime your hands reached for his ribs, he didn’t pull away, even though he very well could, being stronger than you and all. perhaps it was the way your eyes glimmered, reflecting the mischievousness in your head that completely stilled jake’s brain, rendering him defenseless. the giggles that left his mouth against his will made you laugh, as well. “no—stop! seriously!” he protests, but his hands lay at his sides, not even trying to push you off, an observation that made you grin. after a few more seconds of your hands on his torso and his laughter in the air, you finally decided to pull your hands away. as soon as you did, jake’s fingers wrapped around your wrists, pressing you against his undulating chest. you barely had time to process this, because before you knew it, his hands loosened on your wrist, moving to gently hold your face, and then his smiling lips were on yours: soft, yet playful still. when he pulled back and saw your half-closed eyes, he grinned even wider. “now you’re the speechless one,” he teased. “shut up! you giggle like a girl…”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍. “you know,” sunghoon’s accusatory voice cuts through your focus, making you freeze. you slowly turn to him with guilt written all over your face, caught in the act of rummaging through his color-coordinated closet, looking for yet another piece of clothing to ‘borrow.’ “you’re lucky i like you enough to let you take my clothes,” he says, a small smirk playing on his lips. “i’m not taking your clothes!” you lied, unconvincingly so. sunghoon just laughed and walked closer to you. he picked up a soft, gray hoodie—the one he knew was your favorite—and held it up to your torso. the familiar scent of sandalwood and roses greeted your nostrils as he hummed in consideration. “i don’t mind, though.” sunghoon’s tone was softer now. “you look cute in them. just you.” and it was true. sunghoon barely lets even his closest friends borrow his clothes—his wardrobe is far too expensive, and he doesn’t trust anyone to treat it right. but there’s something so cute about the way you look in his hoodies, the ones that you drown in, that fall all the way down to your thighs and hang over your hands; he can’t help but lend you any piece of his that you want. even if you do stain his clothes, he wouldn’t mind, not really. he would just laugh softly and kiss away your worried apologies while whispering that he could always buy another one. seeing you in his hoodies is worth any stain or wrinkle.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎. whenever anyone else so much as tries to grab a bite from his plate, sunoo slaps their hand away—“you have your own plate!” he’d say, even if they didn’t, as he shielded his plate. but you’re not anyone else, for the second his gaze caught yours lingering on his food, he’d smile, ready to give you anything you want off his plate and then some. “hungry?” sunoo tilts his head, your sheepish eyes giving him the answer he already knows. “here.” sunoo holds up a forkful of his mango fruit to your mouth. your eyes spoke depths of gratitude, and starvation. however, just as you leaned in, he laughed, pulling it away from you. “you have to say please, first.” your jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, but sunoo just shrugged, “it is my food, after all.” after a few seconds of silent expectancy, your expression shifted into one of desperation. “sunoo!” you whined, your tone drenched in plea and reprimand. his laughter softened, and he finally relented, letting you eat the fruit. the vague tang of the mango made you smile, and any irritation you held suddenly dissolved. “be glad i tolerate you,” you huff, plucking another slice off his plate while sunoo watched, his heart brimming with warmth. between all the mangos and the little jokes, sunoo decided that you were the sweetest thing of all.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍. jungwon is, without a doubt, one of the busiest people you know! he has places to be and things to do; if he’s having a particularly busy day, his first priority would be to finish any and all tasks he has, and if anyone else asks him to take a break and spend time with them, his answer would be an immediate but gentle ‘no.’ but, you on the other hand; nothing comes before you when you need him. he would give up anything to spend time with you, no matter when you asked. “jungwon, can we hang out? i’m bored,” you’d suggest, and without hesitation, he’d drop whatever he was doing to go see you. “won, 5 more minutes, stay.” you’d whine during the lazy mornings, pulling him back under the covers so you could once again be wrapped in the cozy, warm haven of his arms. it doesn’t matter if he has an important event or a choreo practice to attend—as soon as he sees you with that adorable bed-head and those big, sleep-dazed eyes that always managed to get their way, he’d be all yours once again (when was he not?), kissing you gently until you were lulled back to sleep in his grasp.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈. riki hates being styled by anyone but himself. every outfit he wears is handpicked and carefully arranged to fit him best, down to even his socks! if anybody else even tried giving him suggestions on what to wear, he’d furrow his brows, and their words would go through one ear and out the other. however, with you, he’s different. as you go through his closet, inspecting his clothes, he’d watch you, absorbing everything you said, even if you didn’t know the first thing about fashion. “you should wear this…” you plucked out a dark hoodie, “and this!” you held up a pair of ripped, mud-dyed jeans proudly. and that’s exactly what he wore the next day. he’d saunter around in the outfit you chose and if anyone asks him about it, he’d proudly state “my girlfriend chose this for me. yeah, my girlfriend.” and if you went one step further and styled his hair for him, carefully tousling it with your hands, he’d lean into your touch with content, and for the rest of the day he’d make sure every strand of hair on his head stayed exactly as you placed it. your advice and input meant more than anything to him, of course.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝓈𝗍. @bywons

[hoonieyun]

so lovey dovey

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader genre: fluff and romance warnings: consensual skinship, drunk!jake, kissing, kinda suggestive, 18+ inspired by jake's live where he says "when i'm drunk i become lovely & cute" as if he isnt always lovely and cute >_<

hoonieyun notes: some fluff because why nawt.. im slowly amping all of the angst in the up coming fics for february so i'm making up for it now by posting a few fluff and romance drabbles :3

wc: 1037

jake was sprawled across your couch as he takes occassional sips from his glass of beer. it wasn’t often that jake drank but tonight he invited the guys over for game night and that usually entails drinks and a bunch of food. you didn’t mind doing your own thing on the side as you lounged in the comfort of your bedroom, every now and then making an appearance to make sure everyone was good and not fighting for losing or winning or even stealing some of the food for yourself. 

and that’s what you were about to do right now. you had just finished your small bowl of tteokbeokki and it certainly wasn’t enough so you decided to grab some more. you walk out of you and jake’s shared bedroom and find the group of guys arguing over mario kart. 

jungwon claiming that niki cheated, jay not paying attention to the argument because he came in 1st place, and jake who was already staring at your figure standing in the hall.

“hi, baby” he says, drawing out the last part of the petname. 

“hi, jakey. i just want some more food.” you chirp as you approach and he instantly takes your bowl to fill it with more food. “you sure you don’t wanna come join us?” he asks, handing you back your bowl. 

“mmm…” you ponder, looking over to niki and jungwon who are still arguing and sunoo who was having too much fun laughing at the two younger guys bicker. before you could even answer, jake is pulling you into his lap and whispering into your ear, “please, stay.” he says. his breath was low and warm and it sent tickles down your back. you nod in agreement and his smile widens at your response. 

jake loved having you around at all times, even when you two weren’t necessarily doing anything, he just loved having you near him. 

the guys often teased him that he was too whipped or down bad for you and jake would just brush it off. of course he was down bad for you, every man should be down bad for his girlfriend, if he wasn’t then he was doing something wrong. 

you silently eat your food as the games continue, heeseung using his eldest privileges to change the game to which jungwon groaned as he wanted another chance at mario kart. 

you weren’t sure what game they were playing but they all took turns passing the controller around to kill monsters and what not. and when it came to jake’s turn, the guys would groan in annoyance after jake causes them to die and lose the game. 

all of them turned their attention to jake who was too busy staring at you eating your tteokbeokki to pay any mind to the game they were playing. 

“dude, you just let us die!”

“earth to jake?”

“hellooo?”

they all tried to get his attention but he was too immersed in you to notice. eyes sparkling as he watches you fondly and lovingly. a cute habit of his whenever he got drunk or even the slightest bit tipsy. 

he would get very cute and lovely and wouldn’t be able to get you out of his head as if you weren’t always occupying his mind. 

“jakey, the guys are talking to you..” you say, blinking a few times at him and his smile widens when he hears your voice. 

jake doesn’t even glance over to the guys, he just sloppily passes the remote to one of them in which sunghoon catches it and continues the game after jake has caused their character to die. jake had you in his lap, gently rubbing your thighs as he rests his head on your back. humming occassionally whenever you leaned closer into his touch. 

“can you ask them to leave.. i wanna be alone with you.” he whispers into your ear. 

“why can’t you do it..” you whisper back and he explains that if you tell everyone to go home they’ll listen because you’re a girl but if he does it they’ll all just ignore him and want to continue game night. you think about it for a second and he’s absolutely right. so you give him a nod and a small kiss on the forehead to which jake gets flustered and shy over, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he blushes at your actions. 

you decide to stand up and do an exaggerated yawn, “gosh, i’m exhausted, what time is it?” you say, looking over to the clock on the wall and just like that– the guys take the hint and start packing up all of the things. they each help with putting things in the kitchen to throw away or to be washed and soon enough they were all saying their goodbyes and filing out of your shared apartment with jake. 

“finally.. i can have you all to myself.”  jake says, a pout on his lips as he pulls you into a hug. he brings the two of you to your bedroom, not letting go of you once. you try to get out of his grasp but he begins to whine and pout, “relax, jaeyunnie. i’m just turning off the lights.” you say and he jumps up from his spot on the bed, running over to the lightswitch and flicking it off before running back to bed and cuddling up to you. 

he nuzzles his head on your shoulder as the two of you cozy up to one another, placing several kisses on your neck and cheek. “i wanna stay like this forever.” he says. you just love whenever he gets like this, so cute and lovey dovey. his ears and cheeks a shade of red from the alcohol and his need to express how much he loved you and loved being near you. 

“goodnight jakey..” you say, waiting for him to say it back but you’re met with the sound of his snores, causing you to chuckle, pulling your phone out and snapping a photo of how cute he looked while sleeping, ears still red and his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. 

jake, your cute and lovey dovey boyfriend.

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[pacofprunes]

I CAN’T SEE!

things get steamy between you and namgyu, and so do his glasses.

short drabble, smut, 18+

you and namgyu had been sitting on the couch watching a movie while cuddled up together. namgyus vision wasn’t perfect, so he carried around a pair of glasses for reading and looking at screens for awhile. he slid his pair on halfway through the movie, and when you looked up at him to give him a kiss and got a good look of him in those glasses, god, you think you just fell in love again.

“don’t drool on yourself.”

you frown and slap his shoulder and he laughs. you turn your face away from him and you feel his cold hand grab your cheek, pulling your face back to him, watching you look back up at him with those gorgeous eyes before grabbing your face with his other hand and pressing you into a kiss. a deep one. you quickly grab the back of his head, reciprocating before it intensifies to a make out sesh. his tongue slides in your mouth and he pulls you onto his lap, continuing the make out, not letting up anytime soon. after awhile, he finally pulls away and looks up at you with a cheeky grin before pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

“you look hot as fuck with your glasses on.”

“huh. i guess i should wear em’ more if you’re gonna treat me like this.”

you scoff.

“don’t act like i treat you bad.”

“i mean, i haven’t gotten to look up at your pretty face like this for awhile.”

he strokes a hand across your check and down to your neck before pulling you back into him, his face now in the crook of your neck, his breaths tickling you and causing your hairs to stick up. he slowly starts sucking on your neck for long enough that you knew your neck would practically be painted purple by the morning. while he’s doing this you start palming him through his pants, teasing him by sliding a hand into his pants. he grunts against your neck before placing a rough bite against it, making you to jump against him and causing some extra stimulation to his dick, making him throw his head back against the couch. now it was your turn to place your face against his neck and place slow kisses and hickeys. he runs his hand through your hair before removing his glasses and running a hand against his face and wiping the sweat off, before putting them back on and laughing, causing you to look up and be met with the sight of namgyu and the absolute foggiest glasses you’ve ever seen on his face.

“i can’t see.”

“i can tell.”

you put your head down to stop yourself from breaking out into a fit of laughter and he takes his glasses off and grabs a bit of his shirt, rubbing them against the fabric to remove the steam before putting them back on and feeling you and all of your curves up, pulling you all the way down by your hips onto his dick, starting to grind against you.

“geez namgyu, never seen you so needy.”

you tease. he just scoffs before shutting you up with another deep kiss that slowly turns into another. make out sesh while you grind against each other. the movie in the back now getting absolutely tuned out. he takes one of his hands away from your face and puts it in your pants, palming your pussy before pushing one of his long fingers in you. you moan against his mouth and he just pushes his tongue against yours before pushing a second finger in you. he pulls away for a second, pressing his forehead against yours, his fingers still moving in you before he mumbles something against your lips still breathing heavily.

“you can take three, can’t you?”

you nod against him, the sweat on the two of you practically causing you to stick together before he kisses you deeply again, sliding a third finger in you, feeling your walls clamp against his fingers, threatening to swallow them whole. he smiles against you the moment he feels you cum on his fingers, slowly pulling them out and letting your pussy hold onto him, begging him to stay. he places his hand on the inside of your thigh, squeezing it a little before removing his glasses yet again, scoffing and you just laugh.

“geez, i’m gonna need to take these off if i wanna see your pretty face while i fuck you, huh?”

[gumii-bearr]

❝ patience ❞

summary: it really is a virtue.

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, alt!reader, alt!megumi, mentions of piercings and tattoos, reader is so hot fr, cunnilingus with a tongue piercing, fingering, pet names, tatted gumi!!, teasing

author's note: the tongue piercing drabble got me in a chokehold, so enjoy!!

You would consider yourself a patient person. You spent your time getting tattoos and waiting for piercings to heal– that requires patience. 

That was a virtue you were proud of– but your patience went out the window when it came to Megumi.

His breath was hot against the skin of your belly, his lips tracing the intricate ink patterns adorning your body. His tattooed hands seemed to dwarf your plush thighs as his forearms snaked under your legs, hands holding your thighs open for him to lay between.

His messy hair tickled your tummy as his tongue traced from your navel to the lacy hem of your black panties. 

The moment his six weeks healing time for his tongue piercing was up, the first thing he wanted to do was eat you out. He simply had to. But that wouldn’t stop him from taking his time and making you squirm.

“Can you hurry up?” You whined, your hand subconsciously pushing his head down toward your cunt, the thick fragrance of your arousal lingering in the air. 

Megumi could only smirk against your lacy panties, his dark eyes glancing up at you from between your legs– if your phone wasn’t so far away right now you’d be taking a fucking picture and making it the background of every device you owned. 

“You’re so demanding,” Megumi grinned, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, his fingers curling into the plush skin. 

“You’ve made me wait weeks, I think I can be a little demanding,” you retorted with a playful roll of your eyes. 

“Mmm, sure,” he said, seemingly disinterested. 

The back of your hand instinctively pressed against your mouth to stifle the pathetic whine you let out when Megumi finally– finally– pressed a kiss to your puffy clit through your panties. The friction wasn’t nearly enough but it made you dizzy nonetheless. 

“Shh,” Megumi pressed your thighs down, forcing you to stop squirming. He pressed down on the backs of your thighs, forcing you to spread open for him. 

His tongue darted out, licking from your dripping pussy to your clit through your panties, his tongue piercing catching on the swell of your clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the root as you forced him closer.

His long finger curled around the fabric of your panties, forcing the material to the side to finally press his tongue against your hole, savouring the taste of your sweet arousal. You tipped your head back as he toyed with you, his thumbs spreading apart your folds so he could press the ball of his tongue piercing against your cute little clit. 

“F-Fuck, Gumi,” you whined, toes curling as his thumb traced around your sopping hole, the ball of his tongue piercing rolling against your little bundle of nerves, forcing your cunt to squeeze around nothing.

He kept teasing you, his thumb dipping across the wetness of your hole without pressing into you like you desperately needed. He kept toying with your clit, switching between light rolls of his tongue and gentle sucking.

You began to grind your hips against his face in desperate need of friction. Megumi’s hands pressed flat against your tummy, forcing your hips to still. 

“Patience,” he whispered against your folds, your slick arousal dripping down his chin. He traced his fingers down the inside of your thigh, the other hand still holding your hips down. The roughness of his thumb pressed against your clit, gently circling the reddened bud.

He licked a painfully slow stripe up your folds, the coldness of his tongue barbell catching against your warmth and making you whine softly. 

Fuck, you tasted so good. 

“Mm, fuck, baby,” Megumi groaned, his tongue barbell swirling around your clit as the tip of his middle finger prodded at your sopping hole. 

He gave a hard suck to your swollen clit as he pressed his long finger into you, forcing a whiny moan from your throat. He pushed in a second finger, the slipperiness of your pussy making it easy for him to curl his fingers around that spongy spot inside you. 

The lewd squelching sounds would have embarrassed you on any other occasion if it weren’t for how fucking good it felt to have Megumi’s long fingers curling and scissoring your pussy open while he sucked and curled his tongue against your clit. 

Your belly began to burn, unable to stop yourself as you grind your hips against his face. Megumi grinned against your wetness, shaking his head from side to side over your slick clit and forcing you to scream out, your hands gripping the sheets beside your head.

“Fuck!” you yelled out, chest heaving as you panted, Megumi’s relentless abuse against your sensitive clit sending you hurling over the edge.

Your toes curled and your back arched off the bed as Megumi fucked his fingers into you through your high. Your pussy clamping down on his fingers and coating them with your slick sweetness. 

Megumi pressed his hips into the bed, his cock rock hard from hearing and tasting all of you. 

You panted and whined as Megumi kissed at your folds, licking up the remnants of your orgasm and pulling his fingers gently from your spasming hole. 

You sighed at the empty feeling, your eyes pressed closed as you came back down from your high. You almost didn’t register Megumi crawling back up the bed before he pressed his finger against your pretty lips.

You opened your mouth, letting him press his slick fingers against your tongue, forcing you to taste your own sweetness, “good girl,” he said, voice low and laced with arousal. 

You sucked his fingers clean, your little hand wrapping around his veiny wrist as his free hand reached for the buckle of his belt.

You’d be in for a surprise when you saw his other piercing. 

author's note: teehee just a lil one.

[bbokicidal]

"My Pretty Boys" | SKZ [H.J, H.H, L.F]

Notes: A small Drabble inspired by @jeonginsleftcheek and I when we screamed together about Hyunjin's buzzcut lol. (I need to caress his kiwi head) Genre: Smut (18+) Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

If it weren't for the game he was playing, Felix's full attention would be on you - naturally, of course, when you lay bare in front of him.

With you sprawled on the couch and your body between Felix's legs, his switch controller lays just above your chest - your collar bone supporting the weight as he carefully pushes down on the buttons in quick succession. Each time you look up at him just to catch a glimpse of his focused, determined expression you're met with the sight of his teeth digging into his lower lip or his tongue prodding the corner of his mouth in an expression of impatience. The strands of his hair that frame his face, now the sweetest color of Onyx, stick to his cheeks and temples from his nap a few hours ago. And with his hair so messy he just looked all too cute.

"Baby," you murmur to catch his attention, earning a soft and low hum so you know he's listening. "After you're done playing, do you want to swap spots with Jinnie..? Think he'd like to play a little, too." The sickly sweet tone of your voice lulls Felix into approving of the question, nodding after a moment of silence.

But Hyunjin gives a soft hum from where he lays between your thighs, head buried down and eyes just barely open. "I'm happy here." And he really is; Tongue lathing over your pussy as it drips for him in a mixture of your slick and his spit from the near hour he'd been there. He's in Heaven, you're on cloud nine - and he's happy to stay there for as long as you want him to.

His movements are slow and calculated, the tip of his tongue circling your clit before dragging back down to lick a fat, flat strip up your wetness. He moves close to dip his tongue into you, tasting you as best he can before he has to pull his tongue back in his mouth and catch his breath - and then he's back at it all over again. His tongue glides over the skin of your inner thighs, teasing and nipping here and there before he returns to your pussy and wraps his lips around your clit - sucking and pulling back just to tease, tongue flicking over the warm bundle of nerves. And the soft touches you give him just spurs him on; Your hand brushing over his cheek before moving up to his hair where usually your fingers would tangle in long, dark strands and tug whenever he got a little too greedy and overstimulated you. But this time you're met with the softness of his hair, now blonde and shorter than you'd ever seen it before. It tickles your palm as you run your hand over the back of his head, thumb swiping through it once more before you let it rest there and gently coax him closer between your thighs.

And then of course, there was one more - his back to the back of the couch as he laid on his side. He was squished up against you but fully content, lulling in and out of consciousness as sleep beckoned him in. One arm draped over your waist, a knee pulled up as well to rest atop your thigh - initially meant to keep your legs open for Hyunjin to rest between but now just relaxing there as he drifted off. Your arm tucked over his shoulder and laid behind him, bent so your fingers could slowly comb through long, soft strands of navy, which only aided in him falling asleep.

Jisung hadn't just been laying there, of course. He'd been squished beside you, comfortable as can be with his head on your shoulder and his mouth attached to your chest. In fact, the outer part of your right breast was completely covered in bruises from where he'd gently bitten down or sucked on the skin, determined to mark you up all on his own. With purple and red covering one side of your chest, Jisung slowly comes and goes in his sleepy haze. His lips are still attached to your skin, breath fanning over your chest each time he exhales. As he slowly comes to every few minutes, he resumes peppering kisses over your skin before he begins to drift off again, repeating his little cycle. But you have to admit that it's awfully cute watching him fall back asleep, your skin leaving his lips with a gentle pop each time.

"Okay - I'm done." Felix announces, letting out a breath as his focus breaks away from the game on his screen. He finally takes in the situation once more and first looks to Hyunjin, who doesn't even seem to hear Felix's declaration - then over to Jisung who was still dozing off with his cheek squished against your arm and lips parted, beginning to drool.

Felix's eyes dart back to Hyunjin. "Hey. She said we should switch places," His brows furrow, lips pressing into a thin pout. "I want a turn."

But the older simply huffs, his lips curling up into a smirk as he presses in closer. Pushing you up and lifting your hips for a moment, Hyunjin's arms wind under your thighs to curl around the plush of your skin, holding onto you tight and locking you in place against him. And it makes you laugh, smiling at his antics before gently running your hand over his hair again - the feeling never growing old. "Okay, okay. Felix can play one more round but after that you have to switch, okay?"

Felix lets out a breath. He begrudgingly reaches for the controller once more, starting up a new round of his game and looking back to the screen to focus all over again. And Hyunjin nods, humming against your clit as he laps at it over and over with no intention of getting up anytime soon. Who wouldn't want to lay there for hours and eat you out all lazy? It was the best feeling in the world - for him, at least.

Yeah... Felix could wait a little longer.

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[hornydilfsinyourarea]

my favourite thing is that when they start gripping and clawing at anything around them (bedsheets, the edge of the table, literally anything) to ground themselves because the pleasure is getting too much

like, them squirming to escape the pleasure, only for you to hold them down firmly, making sure there is limited space for them to move so all they could do is take, take, take—

and of course, them scolding you after, all flustered, and you apologizing knowing damn well you're not thinking of stopping anytime soon ♡

(haven't written anything in a while, might have gotten rusty 🥀)

-🌹

I love this, saw yandere! college professor drabble a while earlier... and now I can't stop thinking of it, also, subtop turned power top reader anyone???? x dombottom character??? Just me? Okay. also, tw: slight dubcon

IMAGINING... a strict! college professor and jock! reader... they're always so strict with you- with everything, mean and stuck up, but you liked that, almost. They would always put you in detention, no matter what- you talked? Detention. You looked over your shoulder? Detention. You came to class 2 minutes late? Detention. They didn't care if you had sports practice or not, why should they? It's your fault you're such a bad boy. No one knew what goes on in the professor's detentions- no one ever wanted to find out, the professor scared them a little- but fuck... it was both torture and heaven for you... You see, you had a little secret with your dear ol' teacher.... they weren't just your teacher- no, well- teachers don't jerk off their students, now do they? You fell first- I mean, who wouldn't? Your professor was HOT. Or maybe, you just liked that they were older, almost old enough to be your parent. Even though you fell first- they fell harder. You were cute, a bit dumb, but cute. You were a typical jock- you played sport, was good in it- but at the expense of your education... so your professor had to give you extra classes- private lessons. And during some of those lessons? Let's just say... if any of it got out- your professor might just lose their job. Of course, it didn't first start off sexual, it was innocent. Till they noticed how... you looked up at them each time they would stand by your desk- those pretty eyes of yours... it awoken something inside of them. It started with light teasing, their hands on your shoulders, their breath softly tickling your ear as they talked, their head close to yours- it also didn't help when they would bend down next to you when they had to help another student- their ass right in eye view for you, took all your willpower not to stare at it directly, but god did you want to. Then... it turned into their hand rubbing your crotch in the empty classroom, their voice explaining the subject. You had to focus, because if you got it wrong... they won't let you cum- and you really, really wanted to.

When you did good, really good... they allow you to get a taste, all you had to do is drop down to your knees and eat them out like they're a 5-star 4 course meal. And if you do it good, they might just let your grade reflect that. But you know what frustrated you? They never allowed you to fuck them, not that you minded, you at least get a blowjob here and then- but when you did bad? When you were a bad boy? They never allowed you to cum, not once during the sessions. God, the edging was bad, almost enough to make you cry sometimes- not to mention they ONLY allow your tip to enter them, saying it's "punishment" for being bad, or failing the test, and that you could've had more if you've been good... you had good self-control, you didn't lack any... but were they really expecting you not to just... break one day?

And break you did. The weekend was suppose to be for studying, but your coach didn't let you, there was an upcoming game, a big one- you couldn't afford to fail on that. Your coach worked you hard, really hard- you barely had any time to study, always coming home tired and sore. And so, it wasn't a surprise that you didn't do good on the test, a D- on your test paper when you got it back, and as you looked up slightly, your disappointed professor gave you a glance, shaking their head slightly- you knew what that meant. But it wasn't your fault! It wasn't fair! Making you stand there, them bent over the desk, scolding you, the tip of your cock ever so slightly inside of them. You could feel them clenching down, gripping around you. It wasn't your fault, and it was unfair- everything about this was unfair! And you had about enough of getting bossed around, you needed some motherfucking relief. A quick "I'm sorry" flying out of your mouth, your hand moving to grip their shoulder, "Wait- what are you-!" your professor said before they got cut off by you just... thrusting the rest of your cock inside of them. You couldn't help it, okay? You were stressed out, and being teased and edged was NOT something you needed right now. And it didn't help they just felt so good... their moans, the way they grip the table- trying to stable themself... how they clenched down on your length each time you hit that sweet spot inside of them... those "Ahh~! Ooohh, mhph!" leaving their mouth. You just couldn't stop yourself. Maybe they didn't want you either You don't even remember how long you've been fucking them before you released yourself deep inside of them- a surprised moan turned gasp leaving their mouth, they didn't expect you to actually cum inside of them- they had to go home like this! Their clothing ruined and their skin sticky. They were too lost in their own orgams to realize that you didn't intent to pull out to cum. "Y-you... pervert" They would mumble out, glaring at you as you just stood there, bashful almost- whoops... got a little ahead of yourself there buddy, didn't you? After you left- in their car, driving home... they thought about that little session, how rough you were, so in control, taking their body like you owned it... they were used to being in control- but now? They couldn't help getting aroused again about imagining how much more dominant you can get, if you put that strength you have to good use on them

love how I completely forgot this in my drafts before I literally went on hiatus :/

[jinusajas]

11/16/24; 01:06pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they’re in heat ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

additional notes: these are very short and very heated drabbles. my bestie pulled sylus’s card for me and i am now extremely f e r a l.

the effects of the “spell” had yet to wear off when sylus traps you in his bed, shedding you of all of your clothes while pressing the mushroom tip of his cock against your entrance.

he had you bent over on the mattress, with his chest pressing so deeply on your back. he continues to tease you in this new position, his deep purrs seeming to reverberate throughout your body. all while the sensation of his tail rubbing so eagerly around your slick heat makes you crumple on the bed.

“mmm…” letting out another purr of your name, sylus grips at your breasts before sliding the entire length of his cock deep inside of you, already setting a rapid pace when he pulls his cock out until only the tip was inside before slamming back in. by now, you were left a sobbing mess, clinging to your sheets as sylus proceeds to ram his hips against yours. the sounds of skin slapping against skin were all that echoes throughout the room, making you nearly roll your eyes back in response to such a sensation.

“only animals mate in such a position.” sylus tells you with a grunt all while biting down against the lobe of your ear. as you gasped and clawed at the sheets, you could feel each pulsating vein against sylus’s cock and the way he shamelessly pushes into you. basking in your needy moans, sylus presses a kiss against your damp cheek while hotly murmuring within your ear,

“and i’m starting to see the appeal of such mating rituals…”

zayne’s low purrs when he sinks into you causes a surge of heat to course through you, making you gasp when you felt your boyfriend initiate such intimate acts with you.

through a series of events, zayne was turned into a cat hybrid of sorts, and detecting your familiar scent was enough to send your lover into heat. his eyes became dilated at the mere sight of you, causing him to lose all sense of coherency.

running on pure instinct, zayne pushes aside your clothes, allowing his slender fingertips to run across and tease at your pussy lips before spreading them briefly. his grunts become needier, forgetting all about his intentions of foreplay when he catches a whiff of your pure, feminine scent.

but you weren’t complaining.

as you allow zayne to grip at your thighs, he slides the entire length of his cock inside of you. while you nearly spilled your juices atop his cock from such a sensation, zayne was not faring any better, tossing his head back while setting a sloppy pace against you.

his eyes were clenched shut, with his hands gripping at your breasts, allowing them to bounce within the palm of his hand each time his hips pistons in and out of you. and while you got drunk off of the pleasure zayne continues to give you, you were dimly aware of how your name were the only words that came from his mouth.

when xavier leads you to someplace a little more private, you weren’t expecting to be pushed to the ground with your skirt and panties tossed to the side. feeling your boyfriend settle himself between your legs, you had to bite against your fists to keep from crying out to him.

his newly developed cat ears were felt tickling at your inner thighs while his tongue lazily lapped at your slick walls. he drinks in every last drop of your honeyed arousal, like a spoiled cat having its fill of cream. unable to stop yourself, you delve your fingers into his hair all while purposely caressing at his cat ears, earning a shudder from him.

mere seconds later, xavier removes himself from between your legs, licking away the evidence of your arousal before pulling down his pants with a free hand. his swollen cock was revealed to you for only a moment before he impales your slick heat with it

“ngh…!” xavier’s grunts echo throughout the area along with your desperate moans. as your hunter boyfriend continues to pound himself into you, you felt the moisture flood from within your walls upon hearing his drunken words-

“not only do you taste so sweet, but you feel so good around me… just like this…”

“it’s going to take more than a few pats to satisfy me, princess.”

you didn’t like how haughty rafayel sounded, especially now that he had some cat like traits. despite the many times you had caressed and poked at his ear-

your stubborn boyfriend had yet to relent.

which was why you resorted to a bit more… extreme measures.

somehow, you had managed to push rafayel on his back, pinning him to the floor while pulling down his pants. he grunts in response to your actions, his tail twitching almost impatiently when you settle yourself between his thighs.

he was still pouting at you, deep crystalline eyes meeting your gaze, as if challenging you-

yet all that attitude from him disappears the moment you free his cock and place the mushroom tip inside of your mouth. basking in the way his entire body shudders in response to your actions, you take him even deeper inside of your mouth, allowing your tongue to trace at the pulsating veins that decorate his shaft.

“f-fuck, princess…!” he stills his hips and releases his seed inside of your awaiting lips, where you eagerly swallowed all that he had to offer with a satisfied hum.

you lick your lips, moving away from him to admire your work and just how beautifully rafayel had come undone for you. his ears were seen twitching atop his soft, wavy locks of hair with his arm thrown across his eyes. the young lemurian continues to breathe as if he had just finished running a marathon-

but you weren’t done with him yet, oh no-

far from it.

giving him a smug expression, you remove your soaked panties, allowing the bottom half of your body to remain bare before taking rafayel’s limp cock in your hand. he gasps, removing his arms while staring at you with wide eyes.

“princess- hng…!” he tosses his head back the moment you began to stroke him back to full hardness, making sure he was fully erect before sinking your aching cunt down on rafayel as you eagerly bounced yourself up and down his cock.

perhaps you were the one in heat instead of him after all.

end notes: brain go brrrr after seeing my fave lads boys as cats…. mrooooowing purring ripping my hair out——- 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[sixeyesonathiel]

you should've known satoru gojo, your teasing little shit or a husband, would turn "helping" you take the pregnancy test into another of his freaky games.

cw: domestic filth, light humiliation, urination, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, teasing, overstimulation. 2.4k wc, 18+ only, MDNI.

a/n : this is the demon of a drabble i mentioned last night omfg, i really REALLY tried to tone it down i swear—the first version of this was much more NASTY because it’s with yandere satoru so i really watered down the nasty in this version 😔🥀

the lace chafes. it’s new, obviously—he likes dressing you up for different occasions, and apparently today’s theme is humiliation.

the pink lingerie clings like a sly wink, crotchless, with frilled cutouts that bare your nipples, flushed and peaked, your slit exposed, slick and warm under the bathroom’s vanity light. rhinestones catch the glow, glinting like they’re in on his joke. a tiny silver charm dangles from the straps, brushing your collarbone, etched with your wedding date—a honeymoon keepsake he picked with a smug grin.

you’re squatting over the toilet, thighs spread wide, knees trembling, heels teetering on the glossy tiles, your wedding ring glinting on your left hand—a slim, polished white gold band, cool and sleek, cradling a small, pale blue diamond that shimmers softly. the inner band hides an engraving, “mine, gently,” in his handwriting, a secret he loves tracing. the ribbon straps tug your shoulders, tied with a flirty bow by his nimble fingers, his teasing hums—bright, mischievous—still echoing as he dressed you up, smirking like he’s won a bet.

he kneels close, all cheeky adoration, white shirt unbuttoned halfway, flashing the lean curve of his chest, a faint mole dotting his pec. his sleeves are rolled up, forearms flexing, damp white hair clinging to his forehead, one stray lock curling over a sparkling blue eye full of mischief.

his wedding ring gleams—a brushed white gold band, matte and minimal, with a hidden etching of the day he met you, a detail he fidgets with when he’s bored. it catches the light as he holds the pregnancy test under you, angled to catch your stream, his grip steady but his fingers twitching with eager impatience. those eyes, too blue, too smitten, trace your slick folds, your hardened nipples, drinking in the way your lips purse, the way tears of embarrassment pool in your eyes.

“do you really have to be here?” you mutter, voice laced with reluctance and a sassy edge you’ve picked up from him, your annoyance sharp like a flicked rubber band. your hands hover near your face, fingers twitching, nails neat and glossy, your ring catching the light as you fidget, trying to mask the blush searing your cheeks.

satoru’s unfazed—his lips curl into a grin, eyes glinting like he’s just heard a challenge, and he shifts, knees scuffing the tiles, to grab your wrists, easing them away with a gentle, teasing tug.

“no hiding, angel,” he teases, voice dripping with mock innocence, eyes wide, lashes batting like he’s pulling a prank. “i gotta see my pretty wife. you’re too cute when you’re all annoyed.”

he leans closer, his breath tickling your cheek, and kisses it away, lips quick and warm, a quiet chuckle bubbling up. he holds your wrists loosely with one hand, keeping your face bare, while the other steadies the test under your slick slit, the plastic brushing your inner thigh, cool and startling.

he insisted on this—helping you take the test, to hold the test himself, ever since you both decided to check if your honeymoon efforts paid off. you’ve been trying since the wedding night, tangled in each other’s arms, laughing through kisses, and now, weeks later, you’re both antsy for the result.

“i’m your husband, i’m all in,” he’d said, pulling the test from the pharmacy bag with a smirk, eyes twinkling like he’s up to no good. now you’re squatting, thighs aching, his eyes fixed on your wet, pulsing slit, watching slick glisten on your folds, dripping to the tiles. your bladder’s barely cooperating, but your annoyance is a simmering spark, and he’s loving it, the way your breath hitches, the way your hips twitch, the way your cheeks blaze.

“come on, sweet girl,” he murmurs, poutier now, lips jutting out, his white hair shifting as he leans closer, nose brushing your knee. “you can do it. don’t keep your man waiting, yeah?” his thumb strokes your thigh, grazing a faint mark from last night’s antics, and you flinch, thighs trembling, trying to close but bumping his hand, warm, eager, his ring glinting.

“you’re so cute when you’re grumpy,” he says, voice low, eyes glinting, soaking up your tears, your pursed lips, the way your ring sparkles as your fingers twitch. “just let go for me, okay?”

you roll your eyes, a sharp, sassy flick you’ve stolen from him, your annoyance bubbling like a kettle about to whistle. “you’re ridiculous, toru,” you mutter, voice shaky but pointed, “hovering like some weirdo. it’s embarrassing.”

of course, your annoyance only earns his amusement. he laughs, a bright, delighted sound, his grin widening like you’ve just made his day, his eyes crinkling with glee.

“weirdo? ouch, baby,” he teases, leaning closer, his tone all mock offense, his free hand squeezing your thigh like he’s sealing a deal. “i’m just helping my wife make our baby dreams come true. don’t roast me now.” his eyes sparkle, eating up your sass, and you huff, cheeks burning, embarrassment swallowing you whole.

you just want this over with. your bladder’s not even full, but you force it, a reluctant, warm stream hitting the test strip he’s holding, splashing softly against the bowl, a few drops trickling down your thighs. your face burns, blush flooding your neck, and you squirm, hands jerking to cover your face, your ring glinting like a tiny star.

“toru, please, get out,” you whisper, voice cracking, tears spilling, dripping onto your chest, catching on your bare nipples, the charm at your collarbone. “it’s so embarrassing, i can’t stand you watching.”

“embarrassing?” he chuckles, warm, teasing, eyes locked on your slit, watching slick glisten, a faint dampness lingering like a shadow. “angel, it’s perfect. you’re perfect, all shy and open for your husband.” he holds the test steady, letting the stream soak it, his lips curving into a grin, his throat bobbing as he swallows, eyes flickering with that eager, hungry edge.

“there you go,” he breathes, voice thick with adoration, “my good girl, doing so good.”

he lifts the test, inspecting the wet strip under the light, his eyes squinting, a soft hum in his throat as he sets it carefully on the counter. then he’s pulling you up from the toilet, hands under your armpits, gentle but quick, your heels wobbling as your legs shake, the tiles cool under your feet.

you stumble, a tiny whimper slipping out, but he’s got you, turning you around, pressing you against the cool bathroom wall. your bare nipples graze the tiles, your slit still dripping, and he’s right behind you, breath warm on your neck, hands sliding to your hips, his ring cool against your skin.

“can’t leave you sitting there,” he murmurs, voice a teasing worship, lips brushing your ear, his hair tickling your shoulder. “too messy for my pretty wife, even if i’m so inlove with you like this.”

he drops to his knees, tiles creaking, hands spreading your thighs, his nails grazing your skin softly. you feel his breath on your slit, hot and ravenous, and you squirm, pressing against the wall, tears streaming as you try to pull away, your ring scraping the tile as your fingers curl.

“no—toru, don’t,” you gasp, voice breaking, hands fumbling for the tiles, nails slipping, your blush a wildfire. “i just went, it’s gross, please stop.” your protests are soft, desperate, but he moans, a low, hungry sound, like your embarrassment is his favorite flavor.

his tongue hits first, a slow, obscene lick through your folds, tasting the thick, musky slick of your arousal, a faint, barely-there trace of dampness from before, like a whisper of your earlier flush. you gasp, a shaky, mortified sound, hips twitching to escape, but he’s ravenous, lapping long, dripping stripes, his lips smacking loud, wet, filthy, like he’s devouring a rare treat.

“god, you taste like my fucking heaven,” he groans, voice muffled, tongue dragging from your leaking hole to your clit, sloppy and greedy, spit and slick pouring down his chin, splattering the tiles.

his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, ring digging into your skin, and he’s a wreck—chin drenched, lips glossy, white hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, moaning like he’s unraveling. he buries his face deeper, tongue plunging into your slit, licking deep, messy, slurping every drop like he’s trying to merge with you.

satoru’s eyes lift, locking onto yours, those blue irises blazing with a teasing, unrelenting hunger, watching you lose your mind above him. your breath snags, eyes widening, tears streaming as you squirm, but he doesn’t look away, his gaze pinning you like a vow as his tongue swirls, slow and deliberate, around your clit, sucking it hard until your hips buck, a choked moan spilling out.

“toru—no, stop,” you whimper, voice cracking, but your protests are fading, your mind splintering under his stare, his tongue, the way he’s consuming you. he moans into your slit, loud and shameless, spit dripping down his jaw, his neck, soaking his collar, his nose mashing against your clit as he licks, lips smacking, tongue fucking into you with a wet, squelching frenzy, spit bubbles bursting at the corners of his mouth.

“don’t want to,” he mumbles petulantly, lips smacking, tongue dragging through your folds, slow and sloppy, teasing every sensitive inch, his eyes still fixed on you, watching your lips part, your eyes glaze, your breath turn ragged.

he sucks your clit again, rough, then gentle, alternating until you’re gasping, your thighs shaking, your mind a fog, your ring glinting as your fingers claw the wall. his fingers join, three, stretching you wide, pumping fast, curling against that spot that makes you bite your lip, the wet sounds echoing over your whimpers.

“look at you, losing it so prettily,” he groans, voice slurred, lips smacking, his chin a glistening mess, spit and slick dripping onto his chest, his shirt ruined, his hair a sweaty tangle.

he drags it out, licking slower, messier, long, dragging stripes, sucking your clit with a lazy rhythm, then diving back in, tongue swirling deep, teasing every pulse, every twitch. his eyes stay locked on you, watching your tears fall, your lips tremble, your breath hitch as you claw at the wall, nails scraping, trying to hold on, your face a map of desperation and pleasure.

he’s relentless, lapping at your hole, sucking your folds, dragging spit and slick into his mouth, moaning like it’s his lifeline and he’s the one getting his soul eaten out of him, his lips red and swollen, his chin dripping like he’s been dunked in you. “can’t stop, sweet girl,” he pants, words slurred, lips smacking, spit dripping onto the tiles, his shirt soaked at the chest. “you’re too damn perfect, my perfect wife.”

he lingers, dragging his tongue through your folds, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing every shiver, every pulse, his eyes never leaving yours, watching your face crumple, your breath turn to pants, your body melt against the wall. he sucks your clit again, long and deep, then flicks his tongue, quick and merciless, until you’re trembling, your thighs clamping around his head, your ring catching the light as your fingers dig into the tiles.

“toru,” you gasp, half a moan, half a plea, and he hums, a teasing vibration against your slit, his eyes glinting with mischief as he pushes you further, his nose rubbing your clit, his tongue plunging deep, sloppy and unhinged, spit pooling under him like a testament to his greed.

satoru pulls back for a breath, just to grin, lips glossy, spit dripping down his chin, and dives back in, tongue flicking fast, then slow, teasing until you’re gasping, shaking, your mind a haze of heat and want, his gaze burning into you like he’s etching your ruin into his soul.

he keeps going, licking deeper, slower, his tongue tracing every curve, every sensitive spot, sucking your clit until you’re a trembling wreck, your mind blank, your protests gone, your body a live wire under his touch. his fingers pump steady, wet and loud, curling just right, and he’s moaning, groaning, face buried like he’s drowning in you, his eyes still fixed on yours, watching every twitch, every gasp, every shudder, like he’s collecting every moment of your unraveling.

“fall apart for me,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, lips brushing your slit, his gaze searing into you as he sucks hard, pushing you closer, his nose nuzzling your clit, his tongue a relentless storm, spit and slick dripping down his throat, his chest, his shirt a ruined mess.

when you come, your vision whites out, body convulsing against the wall, pleasure slamming through you like a tidal wave, fierce and unstoppable. your thighs clamp around his head, slick gushing from you in a messy, uncontrollable squirt, soaking his face, his chin, dripping down his neck in glistening rivulets.

satoru doesn’t falter, licking you through it, drinking every pulse, every drop, his tongue sloppy, ravenous, moaning louder than your cries, his eyes still locked on yours, watching every jerk, every gasp, every shudder, like he’s carving your ecstasy into his very being. his hands tighten on your hips, steadying you as your legs buckle, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor you, his ring cool against your fevered skin.

his face is a wreck—lips swollen, chin drenched, spit and slick dripping down his throat, his chest, his shirt a soaked ruin, hair a sweaty tangle plastered to his forehead. he doesn’t stop, tongue flicking over your oversensitive clit, a teasing, relentless swirl that pulls a whimper from you, your body twitching under the too-much, too-good sting of overstimulation.

he hums, a low, greedy sound, lips grazing your pulsing folds, drawing out every last shiver until you’re a trembling, breathless mess. he pulls back, panting, face flushed, and kisses your thigh, soft, lingering, his breath hot against your skin, his lips leaving a faint, wet mark like a whispered promise.

satoru reaches for the test, picking it up with shaky, slick fingers, holding it to the light. a pout forms, dramatic and teasing, his lips jutting out, but his eyes glint, playful, promising more. “negative,” he sighs, voice soft, mock-sulky, but that spark in his eyes says he’s already itching for another round of “trying.” “guess we’ll keep trying, huh, sweet girl?”

[senascoop]

☁︎ . , IN HIS ARMS , S.JY !

PAIRING: boyfriend ! jake × girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: when jake just can't get enough of your touch and keeps clinging by your side even when you wish he wouldn't. GENRE: fluff, drabble. WARNING(S): kisses, hugs, not proofread, pure fluff. WORD COUNT: 591. [ARCHIVE]

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“Jake, let go,” you murmured, feeling the familiar weight of his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. You were seated at your desk, textbooks and notes sprawled out before you, but concentration was impossible with him so close. His chin rested on your shoulder, his soft breath tickling your neck.

He tightened his hold, nuzzling his face against your hair. “But I don’t want to,” he whispered, his voice muffled but laced with that playful clinginess you couldn't resist. You could feel his smile against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing patterns over your stomach.

“You need to let me study,” you sighed, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as his warmth seeped into you, making it hard to focus on anything but him. His scent, the feel of his arms—it was all too comforting, too distracting.

“I’ll be quiet,” he mumbled, his voice soft as he cuddled closer, legs tangling with yours beneath the chair, as if that would make you forget he was there. You rolled your eyes but smiled, heart fluttering at how needy he was for your touch.

“Jake,” you muttered again, but there was no conviction behind your words, and he knew it. He grinned, tightening his arms around you once more, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I just want to be close to you.”

And with that, your studies were all but forgotten. You sighed, giving up the fight, and leaned back into his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath you. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you muttered, but a soft laugh escaped your lips as you felt him grin against your neck.

“I know,” Jake whispered, his voice teasing, “but you love it.” He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips barely grazing your skin as he shifted his position slightly to pull you even closer, like he could never get enough.

Your hands fell to his, now resting comfortably over your stomach. You absentmindedly traced small circles on the back of his hand, his touch so familiar and comforting. “How am I supposed to study when you’re like this?” you asked, sounding more amused than frustrated now, the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betraying you.

Jake let out a soft chuckle. “I’m just here for moral support,” he teased, resting his chin on your shoulder again. “You’re the one who keeps getting distracted.”

You raised an eyebrow, finally turning your head to look at him. “Me? Distracted?” you said, feigning innocence. “You’re literally clinging to me like a koala.”

He shrugged, unbothered, and gave you a mischievous smile. “Maybe because you’re my favorite tree,” he said, his playful tone making you laugh as he leaned in to plant another kiss on your cheek.

“Jake!” you whined, trying to suppress your laughter, but it was no use. His playfulness was contagious, and soon enough, you were giggling along with him.

“You know you like it,” he said, his tone softening as he kissed your temple this time, his lips lingering. “I just want to be close to you.”

You sighed again, this time in contentment, and turned in your chair to face him properly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you met his gaze. “Fine, you win,” you said, pressing your forehead against his. “Just… maybe a little less clinging next time, okay?”

Jake chuckled softly, his eyes full of affection as he pulled you onto his lap. “No promises.”

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[nymphoniah]

come undone | logan howlett

paring: old man!logan x younger!reader

AN: i can't stop thinking about old man!logan guys, i think its turning into a problem um... but here's a quick drabble about you being needy, and him being the gruffy old man he is, you decide to take matters into your own hands <3

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only), old man!logan, explicit age gap (reader is in their 20's), logan spoils his girl, thigh riding, daddy kink, swearing, pet names

you find logan resting in his office, seated on his leather arm chair. his white button up is messily undone, revealing his worn out beater underneath. his chest hair peeking through the shallow neckline of the shirt, leaving your mind to wonder about.

he catches your gaze and flashes you a smile, "c'mon doll, sit in your old man's lap", he coos, signaling you to come over with his middle and pointer finger.

and how could you ever say no to logan?

you couldn’t help but approach him. curling up in logan’s lap, you rest your head against his broad chest. your fingers gently rubbing against his ribbed tank top that fits snug against him. his body isn’t what it once was before, but he still remains defined and muscular, filling the tank top perfectly.

logan’s salt-and-pepper beard tickles your rose tinted cheeks as you litter his face in kisses. you can’t help but take in his beauty, every wrinkle, scar, age spot; for him being over 200, he absolutely aged like wine.

moving your fingers from his chest to the shell of his ears, you swiftly remove his prescription glasses from his face. you press your lips gently against the crow’s feet that defined his tired eyes, making him crack a tiny smile.

“you’re so handsome, logan.” you sigh, placing his glasses onto the side table placed on his right. you rest your head back on his chest, taking a deep sigh. the scent of his cologne floods your senses, bourbon and vanilla.

you shift around, straddling yourself onto his left thigh. your legs wrapped around him like a vice whilst your core pulses for attention against his tense quad.

“looks like someone’s needy,” he teases, placing his firm hands on your hips, gently guiding you back and forth against him. “cmon baby, take it out on me.” you gently rock your hips, keeping a slow and steady pace.

with his old age, he’s lost his stamina for sure, but he always has the energy for you. making sure that you get off, anytime and anywhere. you’re his princess, and he always makes sure to spoil his sweet little girl.

your hips rock in tandem against his thigh as he rhythmically bounces his leg to match your pace. you mewl in pleasure, tilting your head back as ecstasy fills your mind.

logan places gentle, sloppy kisses against your neck, making sure to pay close attention to your pulse point. he’s nipping at the soft skin of your neck, concentrating on one area enough to leave a maroon bruise the next day.

both of your movements become more erratic. as your pace quickens, his hands move to your chest, groping your breasts, thumbs nimbly working at your buds, rolling and gently tugging on them.

you hiss out in pleasure, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. “so close…” you whimper, biting your bottom lip tightly to alleviate the growing tension in your stomach.

“let it out darlin', i know you can do it for me,” he grunts into your neck, his hands finding their way back to your hips, pushing you harder down onto him.

absolutely soaking through your panties, you can feel the patch of wetness you left on his light washed denim jeans. you’re faltering on the edge, not wanting to let yourself go so soon.

“c'mon, i know you want this princess," he murmurs into the shell of your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

"let go for your daddy,” he groans as he pushes your hips down, forcing you to grind harder against him. logan utters a string of sweet nothings in your ear, ending with a you can do it darlin', and you finally tick.

you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, your pants becoming more and more exhausted. your hips thrust forward and hard around him one last time, and the knot in your stomach finally snaps.

“f-fuck logan, fuck!” you whine, your combined moans filling his office.

you gently pull away from him, pressing your forehead against his, your lust blown pupils meeting his stern gaze.

“yknow how to rile me up,” he says cheekily, gently molding your ass between his fingertips. “almost got me to come in my pants like a teenager,” logan snarkily adds.

“shut it old man,” you quipped, taking his glasses from the side table and placing them back on him so that they sit on the edge of his nose bridge. you press a quick kiss to his lips which soon formed into a smirk.

logan looks up at you through his glasses, hanging on the curve of his nose— a perfect sight you can never get enough of.

“now let me show you what this old man can do…”, he murmurs against your lips.

[nana-au]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

Satoru Gojo ♡ short drabble

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Your best friend gets jealous when your childhood friend reenters your life

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: not proofread, sensual teasing (no smut yet), jealousy/possessiveness ...if that is something you dislike

₊˚ପ⊹ an: i’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. srry this is short, my mental health and work have been kicking my ass </3

MDNI

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Satoru Gojo doesn't know how to admit his feelings to you - or even himself really. He's already weighed out the pros and cons when it comes to confessing to you. He's thought of every scenario possible while he lays awake in his bed at night, the moonlight peaking through his curtains illuminating the smooth skin of his chest as he lays deep in thought.

He was content with keeping his feelings to himself for quite some time. It used to be so easy. All he had to do was look into your soft eyes, listen to your melodious laughter, and smell the sweetness of your shampoo to be certain he didn't want to do anything that might risk him never being able to experience you again. That was until your childhood best friend made a reappearance in your life.

He tried so hard to be cool with him - to be cool with how close the two of you were even after all that time apart. Hanging out with the both of you felt like third wheeling. You two would walk side by side, leaving Gojo to walk on the sidewalk behind you. You both shared inside jokes that Gojo wasn't privy to. He would stuff his hands into his pant's pockets, eyes piercing a hole into the back of your friend's head. He couldn't even offer a smirk when he dragged laugh after laugh from your shaking form. You would look at him questioningly, silently asking if he was alright. If you didn't look so worried, he wouldn't have even bothered to assure you he was fine. But you did look worried for him, and it crushed him. So he would put on a brave face.

Satoru had no choice but to deal with it. You weren't his. You can have friends. It shouldn't matter to him how close you both were. He was okay with the fact he would never be with you in that way, just to make sure he wouldn't risk the possibly of never seeing you again. Keyword: Was.

Your bothersome friend had invited himself to yours and Gojo's plans, again. He didn't even bother hiding his icy glare this time. It was maddening how you let him rest his arm on your shoulder or that you didn't notice him sniffing your hair every time he whispered a joke in your ear. Gojo and you had started a movie marathon when your friend invited himself inside your home. After an entire movie of watching that asshole piss all over you, marking you as his, Gojo decided he could no longer sit idly by.

At the end of the first movie, you took a moment to use the bathroom, and when you sat back down on the couch Gojo didn't waste a second pulling you into his side. His arm wrapped around your back and rested on your thigh, brushing against your bare skin. Your eyes grew wide, looking shocked at Gojo's actions. It wasn't rare for you two to cuddle, but something felt different about this time. His hand squeezed your thigh when he noticed your friend looking at the way he held you. Fortunately for the both of them, you were still unaware as to what was occurring.

Halfway through the second movie you began to realize you had no idea what was even going on in it. You couldn't keep track of the characters - you were utterly confused by the plot. Nothing was making sense. Especially not the way Gojo was toying with your shorts and breathily laughing into your ear at the movie's jokes. You wouldn't have even realized the movie was a comedy if not for the way his breath caused your hair to tickle your neck.

Your friend sat at the other end of the couch, his chin resting on his hand that was propped up by the arm of the couch. He was silently seething, unable to pay attention to the movie, but for a completely different reason from you. Gojo could barely contain his amusement at finally being the one dishing out misery, not the one receiving it.

Satoru rubbed soothing circles into your hip, his thumb digging under the waistband of your shorts. Unfortunately for your friend, Gojo was not going to hold back. And unfortunately for you, his touch was driving you crazy. It took almost all of your energy focusing on not rubbing your thighs together, ignoring the heat between your legs begging for some relief. You had spent most of your friendship ignoring your own feelings for Satoru, not believing he could ever share the same feelings that you have for him. (You both are sooo stupid) But the way his long fingers subtly squeezed your bare skin so close to where you have dreamt of him being, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep your desire inside.

Gojo had no intentions of letting you out of his reach for the rest of the day. When you decided to order a pizza, Gojo made sure to note that your friend parked behind the both of you, so he should be the one to go and pick it up. He had to give it to the guy, he was a trooper. He sighed loudly, begrudgingly agreeing and finally leaving the two of you alone.

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Smut is to be continued...

pt. 2 out now

[imaginespazzi]

thinking of GH!Paige and her first mother's day with GH!Azzi and Stephie-bean 🥹

Picture Perfect ~ A GH!Verse Drabble

Masterlist

A/N: Happy Mother's day my lovies! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day, whether you're celebrating or not. I can't lie, this wasn't planned and I very much wasn't expecting to write, let alone finish, something like this today but I guess inspiration struck and I've missed Stephie and GH!Pazzi just as much as the rest of you. Besides, with the way I've been procrastinating, you guys deserved something, so I hope you guys like it <3

"Mommy," Stephie's voice starts off quiet, a soft tickle in Paige's ear as the little girl makes herself comfortable on the blonde's back, her tiny hands wrapped around her mother from behind, "wake up, Mommy."

Paige lets out a low groan, keeping her eyes shut as she buries her head further into her pillows, "it's Sunday Stephie-bean, five more minutes please."

"No Mommy," the six-year old whines, poking at Paige's cheeks, "you have to wake up now. Now, now, now, NOW!."

"I don't want to," Paige says petulantly, "I want to sleep and you know what sweetheart," she grins sleepily as she pulls her daughter -and even in this tired state just thinking of Stephie like that, as her child, makes Paige feel all warm and fuzzy inside- off of her back and into her arms, "you should go back to sleep too."

Stephie squeals as Paige barricades the little girl into a hug, squeezing her tightly against her chest like she's her own personal cuddly toy.

"Mommy," the little girl gasps dramatically, "can't," another gasp, "breathe."

"That's okay," Paige says nonchalantly, a soft serene smile on the blonde's face as she gently pats Stephie's head, "don't breathe sweetheart, just sleep."

"Top-notch parenting Bueckers. Real wise words right there. Don't breathe, just sleep. Exactly the words every parent should be saying to their child," Azzi's voice cuts through the room, teasing and light and-

Paige scrunches her face.

Azzi's voice is distant, far away. As in not coming from their bed. As in not coming from right next to Paige where she should still be. As in Azzi is already awake and out of their bed on this sacred sleep-in-able Sunday and that? Well, Paige thinks that's blasphemous really.

She doesn't open her eyes as she quirks an eyebrow in the general direction of where she thinks Azzi is, her tone leaking with betrayal, "why are you awake already? Why are you out of bed?"

"Because-" Stephie tries to say, her voice muffled by Paige's chest.

"Shhhh Stephie-bean," Paige quiets the little girl, her hands blindly feeling around so she can cover Stephie's mouth, "I'm talking to your traitor Mama right now. Can't believe you left me in bed alone like this babe. I thought you loved me or something."

"Or something," Azzi laughs, that fond, somewhat exasperated you're such a dork but you're my dork, she's had reserved for Paige since they were fifteen, "you're such a drama queen baby."

"First the betrayal? Now the insults?" Paige shakes her head in mock disbelief, "I can't believe you're treating me this way Az."

"Mommyyyyyy," Stephie whines again, trying to say something but Paige ignores her in favor of snuggling the little girl closer to her as she continues to talk to her fiancé.

"Come back here and make it up to me," the blonde demands and even though her eyes are still closed she can practically feel Azzi's rolling her eyes at her, "that's your punishment. You have to come back and lie in bed with us till the afternoon now. No exceptions."

"But Mommy," Stephie starts again, "she can't-"

"Of course she can."

"No she can't."

"Stephie-"

"Mommy-"

"C'mon Stephie-bean you know you want to go back to sleep too."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do-hmph!" Paige is blocked from speaking by a soft weight being pressed against her lips.

"Oh my god Mommy stop talking," Stephie says exasperatedly, tiny hands having finally pushed free so they can cover Paige's mouth, "now open your eyes," she pauses and then like an afterthought -probably in the form of Azzi's stern voice reminding her about manners ringing in her head- she adds, "please."

And Paige does as she's told, eyelids slowly fluttering open as she squints to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming through her windows. The first thing she sees is Stephie, dark brown curls framing a face that's staring at her with big, wide, eyes. Paige grins, the size of it stretching across her whole face.

This isn't new, not anymore. This is how Paige wakes up almost every morning, to the sight of Stephie- a golden hue around her daughter, like a halo around an angel- being the first thing she sees every morning. But it never gets old, never gets tiring and Paige never stops praying that every morning will start just like this.

"Good morning babygirl," she whispers, pressing her lips to Stephie's forehead.

"Good morning Mommy," Stephie replies happily as she gives Paige her own kiss on the cheek, before wriggling out of her mother's grip so she can sit on her stomach instead, a beaming smile on her face, "do you like my shirt?"

And that's when Paige sees it, her eyes widening as she takes in the graphic tee Stephie's wearing. Her breath hitches, the tears already threatening to fall. It's lavender -of course it is- and on it is a picture, -the first ever selfie of the three of them together, taken on the day before the blonde had, had to go back to Dallas to start making the transition to the Bay and she'd promised a tearful Stephie that she would come back- and above the picture, is a sign, in big, bold, darker purple lettering that says:

Happy Mother's Day Mommy and Mama!

Paige swallows a sob, her eyes drifting over Stephie to find Azzi leaning against the door, wearing the same matching shirt as their daughter, as she smiles at the scene in front of them. Her fiancé - god Paige loves saying that- sends her a wink when she catches her gaze, accompanied by a mouthed i love you and Paige swears she almost melts on the spot as she mouths her own i love you more back.

"Happy Mother's day Mommy," Stephie echoes, somewhat shyly as she brings the blonde's attention back to her.

"Thank you sweetheart. This is-," Paige chokes on her words, sitting up against the backboard with Stephie still firmly on her lap, "when did you guys come up with all of this?"

"When you were asleep," Stephie teases, "you sleep a lot Mommy."

Paige guffaws, "I do not."

"Do too," Stephie sticks her tongue out and Paige shoots her glare with no fire before flipping the little girl onto her back, making her writhe with laughter as the blonde's fingers start tickling her sides.

"Take it back," Paige yells, her own giggles mixing with the little girls as she continues her onslaught.

"No," Stephie manages to get out with all the determination of a stubborn six-year old, "I will stand for the truth!"

"You two are insane," Azzi remarks from the doorway, shaking her head at the two of them.

Paige stops what she's doing, her eyes finding Stephie's as they both smirk -mischievous and conspiratorial- at each other. The older woman nods once and then they're both flinging themselves out of bed and running towards Azzi, their feet thudding against the floor as they tackle the brunette, who lets out a loud shriek as she's pulled back towards the bed, the three of them falling onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs.

"Stop, stop, stop," Azzi says finally, "or I'll make both of you drink a green smoothie for breakfast."

That gets them, both Paige and Stephie immediately going still as they look at each other and then at Azzi -who's barely concealing a smile- in horror.

"Okay Mama," Stephie says fearfully, holding her hands up in surrender, "we stop now!"

"Yeah Az," Paige follows her daughter's lead, "don't threaten us with," she makes an exaggeratedly grossed-out face, "green stuff."

Azzi huffs, "the green stuff is good for you."

"Abso-utely not," Stephie practically gags as she disentangles herself from her mother so she can sit comfortably in between them, "pancakes are good for me!"

"Exactly Stephie-bean," Paige appraises, "pancakes are the best for you. We should have pancakes this morning. Mother's day special."

Azzi snorts, "you say that like I don't make pancakes every weekend."

"Well you're not gonna make them," Paige says with a smile as reaches her head over to steal a good morning kiss from her fiancé lips, resisting the urge to deepen it when Azzi hums into it, "it's Mother's day. We're going out."

"Ooooh can we go to that fancy new one Aunty J told us about?" Stephie chirps excitedly, "the one she says lets you have as many as you want and she ate so, so, so many that she threw up."

"Think it was the so, so, so many drinks she had the night before that made her throw up not the pancakes actually," Azzi mumbles under her breath and Paige laughs at the memory of Jana last week, striding into their house looking like she'd been through it, after a team nigh, out that Paige and Azzi -the domestic old heads they were now- had left from early.

"What?" Stephie asks, her nose scrunching up in confusion and she looks so freaking cute, that Paige can't help but press a quick kiss to her nose.

"Nothing sweetheart. Of course, we can go to the new pancake place," she says softly, her heart aching in the best way possible when Stephie rewards her with a bright, excited smile.

"YAY PANCAKES!" the little girl bounces on their bed happily before her eyes widen with a memory, "wait Mommy, stay here. I have to get you your t-shirt too."

"My t-shirt?" Paige asks, raising an eyebrow as Stephie slips of the bed.

The little girl gives her a look as she stop by the doorway and points to her own shirt and then Azzi's, "yes Mommy. We got you a matching shirt too and we're all gonna wear our matching shirts to breakfast, duh."

"Um wait no Stephie," Azzi calls out after the little girl, "I didn't agree to that."

"Yeah you did baby," Paige deadpans as she pulls her fiancé into her arms, nuzzling her face into the brunette's curls, "yeah you did."

Azzi sighs, melting into the warmth of Paige's embrace, "we're gonna look so silly."

"Oh absolutely," Paige agrees, pressing her grin into Azzi's shoulder, "but if that's what Stephie wants."

"You spoil her," Azzi chides but there's no real fire behind it.

"I love her," Paige corrects, her fingers slipping under the hem of Azzi's shirts, "and I love you. The shirt, it- it's-"

"It's corny," Azzi surmises.

Paige laughs, "it's perfect. Thank you for doing this for me today."

"It's your first Mother's day," Azzi shrugs as she turns her face towards Paige, reaching out a hand to rub her cheek, "I wanted it to be special."

"Every day with the two of you, every moment with you, me and Stephie, is special," Paige whispers, nuzzling their noses together.

"About that," Azzi bites her lip -her tell for when she's nervous- as she pulls away slightly.

"What is it baby?" Paige asks softly, brushing a loose curl away from her fiancé's eyes.

"I was just thinking," Azzi begins, her fingers fidgeting with the collar of Paige's sleep shirt, "this whole Mother's day thing, it's kinda lonely to plan by yourself you know? I mean I helped Stephie today but when she's older- when she wants to do things by herself for us, cause you know she's already dying to be that independent, it'd be nice- it'd be nice if she had someone else to help her."

Paige studies the younger woman's face, still a little confused as she tries to process Azzi's words, "what are you saying Az?"

Azzi sucks in a sharp breath, "I'm saying- next Mother's day or maybe the one after that- maybe instead of just a picture with the three of us on the shirt- it could- it could be a picture of four people. You, me, Stephie, and- and a baby."

"Azzi," Paige breathes out, her lungs constricting like there's flowers blooming inside them, the veins wrapping around her chest and squeezing tight. The image Azzi has just painted for her dances in her mind and Paige wants to reach out and grab it, make it hers, now.

"You mean it?" she asks cautiously, "you want that? Another- another baby?"

"Yeah," Azzi nods tearfully, her hands twisting around Paige's neck as she shifts herself fully to straddle the older woman, "I want it. I want it so bad baby. With you."

The sounds that escapes Paige's lips is indecipherable between a sob and a laugh as she cups Azzi's face in her hands, "then let's have a fucking baby," she whispers before smashing her lips against her fiancé's. It's a kiss full of promise, full of hope, full of dreams of a future that has never seemed clearer, never seemed more within their reach.

And it isn't until Stephie comes bounding in, a disgusted, "ugh you guys kiss too much," reverberating throughout the room as the little girl bounces onto the bed, that they finally separate from each other, lips chapped, eyes shining with giddy excitement.

Stephie regards them warily, one hand holding the lavender t-shirt for Paige, "why are you guys crying? Are you sad?"

"No sweetheart," Paige reassures the little girl, pulling her so she's enclosed between the two of them, "these are happy tears. Really fucking happy tears."

"Mommy!"

"Paige!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Paige apologizes for the profanity, immediately pressing a kiss to Stephie's cheek as penance, "it was an accident."

Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning her head against Paige's shoulder as Stephie shakes her head dramatically before launching into a tirade about everything she's going to eat at the new pancake place. Paige falls back against the headboard with her family in her arms and the dream of how to make their little world even more perfect, locked securely in between the palms of her and Azzi's entwined hands.

And as she slips into the slightly crumpled lavender t-shirt, Stephie and Azzi watching her with identical smiles, Paige thinks, she can't wait for that dream to be her reality, for three to become four, for the next Mother's day t-shirt to have a picture of her, her wife, their daughter and their little baby boy.

[madamechrissy]

Surprising Zayne at work

Pairings- Zayne x F!reader CW- smut drabble, you decide you need to surprise your boyfriend Zayne at work, by hiding under his desk because you miss him of course! Warnings-blow jobs, teasing, cunnlingus, ovulation talk hehe

"Honey..." Zayne's murmuring as you sit right under his desk, taking his thick length in your mouth, his brows together in worry as his huge hands grip your hair, just a little too harshly for a moment, only earning your moan. "You're such a ... troublemaker..."

You would giggle but you're far too busy sucking him down, feeling his cock pulse as you race your tongue on the ridge of his tip. Your cunt is eager and dripping when someone walks into the office, Zayne shoves you off as you curl up, and he clears his throat, trying to act professional. "Yes, what is it?"

Zayne can barely hear what the nurse says while you're flicking your damn tongue on his tip, he damn near whimpers how dare you do this right now. He's firmly planning on giving you quite the punishment, his hand yanking on your hair, so hard the nurse hears your yelp.

Shit.

"Is everything okay Dr. Zayne?" She asks, Zayne clears his throat, trying to bite back his moan, a hand rushing through his disheveled dark hair now.

"Everything is quite alright, was there something e-else?" The nurse blinks as the very practical Dr. Zayne is blushing across his cheeks, curious for just a moment, not realizing his cock is being swallowed down your tight little throat.

"No, that was it. Thank you." She shuts the door with a resounding click, and Zayne finally lets out his moan, before looking down at your pretty eyes, glaring at you with pretty brown eyes, you can't keep the cockdrunk grin off your face, tummy clenching with excitement.

"You're always getting me into trouble, I swear, get up here. Now." At his quiet command you pull back with a loud suctioned pop, precum coating your tongue, you gasp when he turns you and bends you over, shoving up your skirt.

"Please..." You're arching your ass, making him lose his mind.

"Are you going to be a good girl, or will you continue this behavior? Hmm?" He gently smacks your backside now, watching your thighs tremble. "Answer me."

"I just wanted to taste you." You pout now, looking back at him, and he can't ever defend himself against your cute little pout damn it. He sighs, cupping your face.

"We can do this after hours, not at the workplace." You pout more.

"You work too much Zayne. I miss you." He sighs now, kissing you, as he presses you against the desk, a hand slipping to your breast under your blouse, toying with a nipple, you barely bite back your cry.

"I miss you too, think I don't want to go lick your pretty pussy at your job? But I don't do I?"

"Mmm, you could- ah!" He's on his knees now, slipping down your panties hungrily, which are so soaked that they're sticking to your puffy lips, trails of glittery wetness enamoring him, earning his soft moan. "Zayne, please..."

"You should drink more water, to stay hydrated enough for all this soaking mess, love." You're covering your mouth not to scream out loud in his pristine office, as his tongue laps a stripe right up your slit, hot breath tickling as his tastebuds glide along you. "This wet from sucking me, honey?"

"Y-yes, I've been wet all day- mnh!" He's spreading your folds wide, moaning at the sight of your perfect pussy, pressing a precise kiss on it with plump lips.

"That, love, means you're ovulating." He leans up now, turning and lifting you onto his fancy desk, shoving things aside, the movement so sexy you can't take it, as you're clinging to his white lab coat, whining out before he has a hand on your mouth. "Know what ovulation is, don't you?"

He releases his hand now, and you nod, taking a shaky breath. "It means I'm horny as fuck?"

His full lips twitch just a bit, when he's guiding his blushed, drooly tip against your soppy folds now, up and down, hitting your sensitive clit, he watches as your eyes dilate so much they're almost black, as you're whining against your little palm. "No, honey - it means your body is ready to make a baby."

Hehe- first Sylus drabbles now onto Zayne! My next one up is psycho, yan ass Caleb- but he's probably gonna be a longer oneshot lol. I'm dipping my toes into LADS every dayyy hehe

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