#yes i did think of all of this in the shower

[rafecameroninterlude]

love your new theme and rafe + noncon (if your uncomfortable just ignore this)

warnings: non-con!!, ex-bf!rafe, possessiveness, breaking and entering (?), obsession, manipulation, unprotected sex

a/n: i’m so happy you love the theme, thank youuu <3 also i got a little carried away so this is a tiny bit longer than a drabble lol

“yes, i’m just so excited! i haven’t been on a date in so long..” you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you fixed the straps of your heels. “oh, my god, please tell me you’re wearing that one sexy dress that you keep in the back of your closet,” you laughed softly, “the dress that rafe never let me wear? yeah, i’m wearing it out tonight.” your friend squealed excitedly on the other line. “i just know you look insanely hot right now. what was that guy’s name again?” she asked. “warner. remember, he’s the one that stopped me outside when we were out for brunch?” you grabbed your purse, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“oh, that’s right! okay, stay safe and tell me all the details when you get back.” she said. “i will, bye!” you hung up, making your way to the front door.. except it was already open. “warner, huh?” your heart dropped at the voice. it couldn’t be. “how did you get in here, rafe?” your voice was shaky, fear planting your feet in place. he sighed, pressing his chest to your back as he closed the door, locking it shut. “i made a spare key.” he shrugged, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

“on a date.” his breath was hot against your skin. “no, no, i don’t think so..” he whispered in your ear, a hand coming up to wrap around your throat. you should’ve known it wasn’t going to be this easy to ‘move on’ from rafe. he made it nearly impossible for you to get through each day without a reminder. the cryptic messages, the constant deliveries and showering of gifts, it, he, was inescapable. “please leave.” you whimpered, a chill running down your spine as his grip tightened around the column of your throat. “what did i tell you about this dress?” he traced a finger down your side.

“you have to leave me alone, rafe. i’m begging.” tears started forming in your eyes. “leave you alone and then what? let someone else have you? oh, baby..” he shook his head, “i’ll die before that happens.” you screamed as he dragged you down the hallway, tripping over your feet until he pushed you onto your bed. he straddled you, taking your chin between his thumb. “look at this makeup..” he marveled at the sight of your glossed lips and shimmery eyes, “i’ve always thought you looked prettier after i ruin it.” he laid you down, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

you pushed at his chest, the action deemed useless as he didn’t budge. his nose ran across the underside of your jaw. “you know what i’ve had to do since you left me?” he pinned your thigh onto his hip, stroking the soft flesh of your ass. “i spray your perfume on my pillows so that i could still go to sleep and wake up to you everyday.” you cried, still trying to push him off. “everything was so perfect..” he pulled away, wiping a stray tear from your eye, “until you fucked it all up.” he pinned both of your hands between the valley of your breasts. “until you said i was too controlling and left.” he said through gritted teeth.

rafe locked eyes with you as he undid his belt. “no. no, don’t do this.” you tried to kick and thrash, but the weight of him didn’t let you. “shhh, i’m not going to do anything i haven’t already done.” he cupped your cheeks, taking your lips in a searing kiss. you bit his bottom lip in a poor attempt to stop him but it only spurred him on even more. “you can’t hurt me, baby.” he laughed, sliding your panties to the side. “stop!” you looked away from him, screwing your eyes shut as he forced himself into you. you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. “i don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, you know why?” he stroked your folds, holding his fingers up.

“look at how fucking wet you are, i just slid right in.” he smeared the shiny digit against your lips. you whimpered, hating your body for betraying you in this very moment. “please, rafe.” you shuddered when you finally looked at him again, a sadistic grin adorning his face. “keep going? i am.” he groaned, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much,” he hiked your dress up around your hips, his thumb now rubbing fast circles on your clit, “tell me you missed me too.” he tugged on the roots of your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two were connected.

you swallowed thickly, feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. “i missed you too.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but rafe still heard you clearly. “yeah?” he tenderly stroked the side of your voice. “yes. ‘missed you so much, ray.” your eyes rolled back as your legs began trembling around his waist. rafe’s hips stuttered, both of you clinging onto one another as you fell over the edge. tears rolled down your cheeks, your vision hazy while he spilled into you, your cunt still clenching around him for everything he had. you stared at the ceiling once rafe collapsed on top of you, running your fingers through his hair.

you two stayed like this for a few minutes before the door bell chimed. as if you snapped out of a trance, you were suddenly hyper aware of the sticky mess between your thighs. rafe got up, making his way to the front door as you laid there on your bed, legs feeling like jelly. you didn’t even want to imagine what rafe was saying to warner right now. you sighed, sitting up once rafe walked back into the room, a smug look on his face. “he won’t be coming back. let’s get in the shower and call it a night, yeah?” you nodded, allowing him to undress you. “ray?” you watched as he took your heels off, “yeah, pretty girl?” he glanced up, meeting your tear stained eyes.

“are you staying?” rafe massaged your foot, “yeah, and you’re not leaving.”

[blondieeu]

Would you be okay writing some sfw & nsfw on what it would be like dating Connie? I know the reader is married, but he just interests me so much. I love how you based him on Rio, he’s my favorite.

i’m so passionate about connie being based off rio too it’s ok i love writing for him

been away. connie (constance) s.

“you good?”

and you’d just look at him. a moment for the two of you to be vulnerable together in a car you had no business being in, about to smoke a blunt you shouldn’t have been smoking, with someone you especially had absolutely no business being with.

“what’s wrong”

“can’t park here, my husband could see.“

he laughed, starting the engine as loud as he could while he looked at you, a bored expression. his eyes were low and his lips almost sparkled in the moonlight from the lip gloss you kissed hello him with.

“your husband mama?”

“yes!”

constance wore a white wife beater and some sweatpants, tattoos and muscles on full display to everyone who say him, but you knew it was only for you.

his prized gold chain laid across his collar bone. said his mother gave it to him when he was little. his car smelled like him too, the car you helped him pick out at the dealership. smelled like the color navy blue, if that made sense.

“yea ok. tell him your real man s’ takin’ you out.”

and he’d pass you the blunt, tattooed fingers grazing against your untouched ones and handing you a lighter before putting the car in drive and pulling off.

constance hated your husband, maybe you did too. he never listened and was always out, giving you the freedom to do the same. you weren’t a monster though, not like you didn’t care for him, just didn’t love him.

you loved constance— or as you knew him, connie. you knew you loved him when you started to worry about him when he told you he was ‘goin to make a play’ in the middle of the night. or at the point where you’d think about him, regardless of you being in a bed with a whole other man, your husband.

“where we going connie?”

“same place we go everytime girl. unless you want me to fuck you in this car.”

you squirmed in the passenger seat at the thought. wouldn’t be the first time but he could never not make you hot at the thought of having sex with him again, always gave you butterflies. made you feel like a virgin again. it wasn’t always about sex with him though, he was real with you.

when you got to his house it was like clockwork, order food, take a shower, put on some of his clothes and eat together. eventually deciding to eat in the living room and watch some bullshit show you’d been obsessed with recently.

so here the two of you sat. you laying with your head in his lap, and him with his hand rubbing on your butt and the other with the remote.

his house was like a second home to you, he said it was your home too. could come whenever you wanted to, move in if you wanted. got you a copy of the house keys, front door and mailbox.

“gotta move if you don’t wan’ fuck right now, you keep rubbin’ onnit.”

and again, like clockwork you’d work his sweatpants and then his boxers off to pull out his lengthy cock. he had a tan shaft with a pretty pink tip. connie always got so hard for you.

you wrapped both your hands around him but it still wasn’t enough to cover the whole thing. starting off you kissed the side of it, making sure to do it on both sides and even on the top before you took him all the way down into your throat.

connie would moan, head rolling and a tatted hand coming to push all of your hair up into the messiest ponytail you’d ever had. your free hand rubbing up connie’s tan stomach, pushing his wife beater up.

“fuck baby”

with your head bobbing at a decent pace, tongue flicking around his pink tip and getting a faint taste of his pre-cum. the sound of your boyfriends moans drowning out the tv show.

“want you to put it in connie”

you whispered as you let your head come down from his cock, still stroking while you looked up at him. his eyes were a little red from the blunt you smoked earlier. the tv illuminating his rough features, like the small scares on his face.

“so take your panties off then mama”

blondieeu xx

[alotofpockets]

Mother's Day surprise | Caitlin Foord x Reader

Where you use Mother's Day as a disguise for a different kind of surprise

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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“Hey baby,” You greet your girlfriend in the bathroom, while hugging her from behind. She was getting ready for an Arsenal morning training session. After placing a few soft kisses onto her shoulder you continue your sentence, “I’m off to run some errands, do you need something from the store?” 

Caitlin turns around in your hold,  “Could you get some more of those protein bars you got last time?” You smile and nod, feeling accomplished on finding something new that your girlfriend loves. She pecks your lips and puts her arms around your shoulders, bringing you in for a hug. 

“Oh, and don’t forget our Mother’s Day facetime call with my mom at two!” She says as you step out into the hallway. “I’ll be there. I should be back home before you are.”

You make a quick stop at the grocery store to get Caitlin the protein bars she asked for, before you drive to the airport. Technically you were running errands, so you didn’t lie, it’s just that the errand was to pick up her mom, sister, and her sister’s fiancée from the airport. 

Jamie notices you first, and runs up to hug you. “It’s been too long!” Renae is close behind and joins in on the hug. Lastly Simone arrives by your side, she goes in for a big hug as well. “Thank you so much for flying us out here, it really means the world, darling.” 

When everyone’s baggage is in your trunk and the Foord family is situated in your car, you make the drive back to your home. “So, how is my future daughter in law doing?” Simone asks you from the passenger seat. “Simone, you know she has to say yes first, right?” You chuckle. “I do, but Cait would be a fool to say no.” 

The rest of the drive you catch up with your girlfriend’s family. Back at your home they all plop down on the couch, exhausted from the long flight. You get everyone something to drink, but they are way more interested to see the ring you had picked out. Jamie had helped you pick it out, but she thought it was even more beautiful in person. 

When you hear Caitlin’s car pull up, you quickly hide the box, and walk towards the door. “Hi love, I missed you.” She says and immediately falls into your arms. “Hi baby, I missed you too.” You peck her lips and close the door behind her. “Can you close your eyes? I have a surprise for you.” 

She closes her eyes and lets you guide her to the living room. “What is it? Did you find me another flavour of those delicious bars?” She was really too pure for this world, the little things meant so much to Caitlin. “I think you’ll like this better than a protein bar, baby. Open your eyes and see for yourself.” 

Caitlin opens her eyes, and her mouth falls open in shock at the surprise in front of her. “Wait, what? What are you guys doing here?” She stares at the trio in front of her, overcome by emotions she runs into her mom’s arms with teary eyes. 

“Y/n flew us out here for Mother’s Day.” After hugging both Jamie and Renae as well, Caitlin turns to you. “Thank you so much, you are the best. This is so amazing.”

You hang out with her family in the living room for a bit longer while Caitlin takes a quick shower, before you’d all head over to a nearby restaurant for lunch. 

After lunch you suggest going for a stroll around town, having the travelling trio as an excuse to hide behind. With them having sat in a plane for so long, and then making them sit in a restaurant, giving them the opportunity to stretch their legs seemed logical. 

Caitlin had no idea you were leading everyone towards the spot you were planning to propose to her. The spot you had gone to every couple of days for the past few months. The spot you had arranged for a professional photographer to meet you at. The sport where you would ask one of the most important questions of your life. 

You grew more nervous by the minute, as you walked up the path you had walked so many times recently. Caitlin was too busy into conversation to notice your nerves, but Jamie noticed and walked in step with you. Jamie knew exactly how you felt, having experienced the same nerves that you were feeling when she proposed to Renae. She puts her arm around your shoulder and gives you a quick squeeze, “You’ve got this.” She whispered into your ear.

One more corner and there would be a lookout spot over the pond you were walking past. You relaxed a bit, when you saw that there were no people at the look out spot currently. You apparently knew your girlfriend better than you thought you did, ‘cause when Caitlin’s eyes fell on the lookout she instantly dropped the conversation with her mom and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards it. “This is such a pretty spot! Jamie, can you please take our picture?” Instead of taking a picture, Jamie started filming, aware of the photographer hidden away. 

“You should do one where you’re looking out over the pond, it would be so cute.” Renae suggested, winking your way when Caitlin had turned around. This was it, this was the moment. You look out over the pond together, but after a few seconds you turn towards Caitlin, and get down on one knee. The box taken out of your pocket seconds ago, now open towards her, waiting for her to notice. 

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour, as Caitlin turned your way. The moment she realises what is happening, she gets teary eyes. “Caitlin Jade Foord, you are an incredible person, and you have been my rock over the years. I love you so much, and I cannot see my future without you in it. Will you make me the happiest girl in the world and marry me?” 

Cailtin started nodding her head midway through your sentence and once you finished your question she voiced the answer that went along with her head movements. “Yes! A thousand times yes!” 

After putting the ring on her finger, she pulls you up and brings you in for a hug. You were living in your own world, not even having noticed Jamie stepping to the side, and the cameraman moving forward. Together they captured every moment. From the proposal itself, to breaking apart from the hug, to sharing a kiss, to Caitlin properly looking at the ring for the first time. 

She turns around to her family with a big smile on her face. “Wait, they knew. You flew them in for this, didn’t you?” You nod, “I mean I would’ve flown them in just for Mother’s Day too, but I know how much you love your family, and I didn’t want them to miss this.” Caitlin hugs you again, before pulling you towards them.

You share some hugs with them while they congratulate the both of you, before you take a few more engagement pictures showing off the ring.

It’s crazy to think that Caitlin was your fiancée now. You couldn’t stop looking at the ring for the rest of the walk back home. The rest of the day was filled with joy and happiness, together with your fiancée and her family. 

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caitlinfoord: I still can't believe this is real. So ready to marry you, and spend the rest of our lives together💍❤️

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[cjrights]

here m sorry these took so long...life is lifing. Anyways lil bit of suggestive scenes, some injury description, and some good angst. So pls just read at your own risk and once again I'm sorry if these aren't as good.

"You know we gotta get up pretty girl," your girlfriends words make you whine softly and bury your face into her chest, nuzzling tighter to her warmth. For once, you were the one being over clingy instead of Paige and while she did love the attention she did not love the fact that you had a game that you would soon be late for if you didn't get up.

"Babe come on, you know I'd cuddle you all day but you've got a game."

"But it's so cold! I'm warm blooded and need to stay that way!" You protest and your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

"I-it's not that cold..." she states faltering slightly as she looks out the window. While the calendar said spring was in the air and flowers would soon be following showers, Uconn had not gotten the memo and it was a toasty 29 degrees with snow flurries filling the windy air.

You snort into her chest. "Fucking bullshit and you know it. And why are you whining so much? You get to stay in bed with your girlfriend all day," you remind her kissing lightly at her collarbone, smirking at the way she goes stiff instantly. "All nice and warm inside and we don't have to leave."

Your abruptly cut off by Paige yanking herself out of bed, making you whine softly at the loss of body heat and your pillow. "I know pretty girl, I want to stay to but your coach might shoot me if I let that happen. Now come on, time for breakfast."

Begrudgingly you grabbed your blanket and followed after her to the kitchen. She'd picked up a pack of your favorite wild-berry protein muffins and grabbed two bananas and started to slice them up once you'd entered. "Glad to see you with the land of the living," she teases, and you know she just wants to get you annoyed.

"Shut it Bueckers," you grumble, sitting at the counter and shoving a chunk of muffin into your mouth, "and be grateful you managed to get me out of bed."

"Funny how a few months earlier I was grateful I'd managed to get you in bed."

At that you feel your cheeks go red, and Paige chuckles fondly pressing a kiss to the side of your head and settling into the bar stool next to yours. Pouting slightly at her meaness you swivel your stool away slightly.

"Awe, pretty girls in a bad mood?"

"Yeah no shit. I'm about to go play a game in snow, wind, and thirty degree weather. How the hell am i supposed to be cheery?"

"By knowing your totally awesome and hot girlfriend will be there to cheer you on and then warm you up after?"

You just grumble and nod slightly before finishing your breakfast. Not bothering to wash the dishes you opt for sticking them in the sink and shuffle over to the ensuite bathroom, Paige mirroring your every move. She happily follows, and you both grab your toothbrushes hurrying through the dental routine, Paige pouting as you hold up a flossing stick. "Is this really necessary..."

"Yes. If you think I'll date someone with a gross mouth you've got another thing coming."

"Fine."

You quickly do your skincare, quite minor really, just some cleanser and a quick lip balm. "I don't even know why I do my skincare before game day. The eyeblacks so oily I'll just break out," you whine up at Paige.

"I mean you could just skip the eyeblack."

"Can't that would mean badluck and badluck would mean the team would lose and it would be my fault. So not happening."

"I think  you like to over analyze things."

"Eh whatever, I'll just stick a patch on whatever giant whitehead I'm blessed with."

Paige rolls her eyes and lets you leave her to finish up in the bathroom. You hurriedly scramble into the navy and white uniform , not wanting to give Paige enough time for more distraction. Grabbing a spray bottle and detangler you carefully work out the knots that had formed with a comb and as you do so Paige emerges, now looking clean and wide awake.

"Hair time?" she asks.

"Hair time. Can we please do Dutch braids again?"

She shakes her head, smiling fondly. "Course, my princess never wears anything but Dutch braids," she states, settling down onto the bed and pulling you into her lap, then grabbing a tray of elastics and beginning to weave one side of your hair. You blush slightly at the close contact, your back flush against her chest but relax quickly realizing you could feel her heartbeat perfectly at this angle.

"You know it would be a lot more fun if you knew how to braid to. That way we could each do each others game day hair," she exclaims suddenly, making you wince slightly at the tug.

"Baby ow! Tender headed here! And are you sure you want me doing your hair? I've had so many people try and teach me and I fail each time. I wouldn't want to mess up your gameday look."

She pauses for a moment then looks down at you with pleading eyes. "Pleassse? I love haiving my hair played with and it would be even better if it was you babe..." Paige glances down at you with puppy like eyes.

"Alright I'll give it a try....just don't blame me when Azzi has to rush to fix it before one of your games!" You add quickly, not wanting to face the brunette, who you truthfully, thought was the scariest of the basketball team, followed only by Nika.

"Yes!" she exclaims like an excited five year old. "Thank you babe!"

You roll your eyes, but can't help find the childlike excitment sort of endearing.

"And we are done!" she declares, releasing your hair and then holding up a mirror so you could inspect. Two simple Dutch braids now tied down your slightly wavy hair and plain white elastics that matched your uniform were present.

"Thank you baby," you state, reaching up and pecking her on the cheek affectionately. "Ready to do my eye black?" You ask glancing down at your phone to make sure you weren't late.

She grins, "course I'm ready!" Three swoops down, two swoops across, repeat the process on each cheek and your eyeblack was done. Two simple cross like designs on each of your cheeks. "Perfect!" She declares.

"And just in the nick of time because I have got to go!" You state getting up and beginning to collect your last minute necesseties. Paige slips out of the room as you do so, and when you walk out tugging on your coat she offers you a full freshly iced water bottle, sunflower seeds, and some watermelon sourpatches, a particular dugout snack of yours. "Thank you Paigey," you state, getting up on your tiptoes to press your lips to hers, a kiss she eagerly accepts. Although you'd woken up a bit grumpy, you were certainly smiling when you left the apartment. Who wouldn't be when they got to a spend a morning with a girl like Paige?

10. Accidentally trauma bonding over injuries.

"So, what do you think is wrong with her again?" Paige asks, and you resist the urge to groan at your overprotective girlfriend's question. While she meant well, she'd also asked the same damn thing about a hundred times in the past half an hour.

"Paige, baby, she already told you. We. Don't. Know. Yet." You emphasize every word and shoot an apolegetic look at the athletic trainer, while you perform the girlfriend equivalent of gentle parenting. "I know you're worried about me and I appreciate that, but theres no need to keep harassing the poor trainer, she's not going to time travel forward or anything. Sorry about that," you add to the trainer who just smiles fondly.

"Don't worry about it, you think Paige isn't the same way when one of her teammates get hurt? She might act all big and tough but she's one of the biggest team mamas rve ever seen." Laughs the athletic trainer, which you join in on once Paige goes red in the face.

"I am not a team mama for making sure my teammates are ok!"

She rolls her eyes. "You are when you won't leave their side and sit here fussing over them."

Someone emerges back into the room. I don't know his exact position but I was pretty sure he was the trainers supervisor or something of that sort.

"Alright so I've got good news for you. You didn't tear or rupture anything, just overstrained the hell out of your upper leg."

A breath you didn't know you were holding leaves your lips. Honestly you didn't know what had happened, you'd be running the bases and when you went to round one, your entire right leg slipped out from underneath you, slamming into the ground and basically hyperextending itself. When you tried to stand up to prove you were ok your knee simply buckled at the weight.

"Fuck. How long am I out for ?"

"As long as you need to heal." Your girlfriend states firmly.

"And in your eyes I'll be healing for fucking ten years."

"Don't worry it won't be ten years. You just yanked a lot of muscle and tendon from where they weren't supposed to be. Should be a month, two months tops." You didn't hear the rest of what she said. A month? Fucking two months? You couldn't be out for this long...the team needed you and you had to play and no playing meant you were practically useless. 

 "We'll give you some stretches and other home remedies as well," explained the supervisor, opening up a filing cabinet and leafing through various exercises. She hands you a sheet of cardstock displaying various stretching positions, most done with two people. "Now these are all simple enough if you follow the directions. Although you'll need someone to help you."

"Don't worry I got it."

"Of course, you do..." you mutter under your breath in slight annoyance as you sit back, heart clenching weakly. You didn't want to be out...you wanted to play and be a part of the softball team that had proven to be your most stable family in years. Paige murmurs something to you and your not sure you truly process it, you just nod numbly, trying to process. Why had you been so stupid? Why couldn't you have just not gotten injured. If you hadn't you would've been helping the team and- 

"Babe? We're home now." Your girlfriends gentle tone breaks you out of your train of thought and you look around. When the hell had this happened? Had you really been that delirious? You try to think of a response but before you can, Paige has the engine turned off, her door opened then closed, and now is scooping you up bridal style ignoring your dead annoyed stare. 

"Paige."

"Hey don't be that way. You need to stay off your hip for a while. And the trainer said to use RICE, which if I'm not mistaken, two massive components are rest and elevation, both of which I'm doing right now," she states, carefully carrying you up to the door and reaching into her pocket, slightly struggling to pull out the house keys. 

"Jesus Christ I can take care of myself. You don't need to baby me..." you mumble, and to your relief Paige resultantly sets you down.

 Admittedly, you lean heavily on the wall for support, stumbling carefully towards your bedroom. Your hip twinges with each step sending a searing feeling of pins and needles going up through your leg. The pain is so unbearable you want to just flop on the floor right there. But your pride nags at your gut. It wants you to not be worthless to prove that your better than this stupid injury and that your worth is more than being a softball catcher. 

Your girlfriend follows you, soft blue eyes wide with concern and caution, always ready to catch you in case you fell. Although it probably took you triple the amount of time and some small tears, you reached your bedroom, sending a warm streak of pride through you. Yes! You could still do something and not be totally worthless to everyone around you. Flopping down face first into the bed you breathe in the warm scent of your girlfriend, which lately seems to have taken over all of the bedding. As annoying and overly protective as she might have been you did love her- and how she smelled like vanilla and cinnamon rubbed into a body.

You don't know how long you lay there before Paige comes in. "Baby? I've got your ice and some ibuprofen, the trainer said you need to take it twice a day, supposed to keep the swelling n stuff down and help you out."

"I don't wanna...I just want my stupid fucking hip to not be a broken mess," you whine slightly. "It's barely been two hours and I miss softball. How the hell can I be out for a month? Hell, two months?"

You don't realize you've started crying until you feel the feather light brush of Paige's thumb against your cheek. "Hey, hey, I know it hurts babe, I know," she soothes, quick to pull you against her with a hug, something you gratefully accept and use as an opportunity to nuzzle into her collarbone.

"It makes me feel worthless," you mumble, and somehow the confession hurts ten times more than hyperextending your hip every did. "I mean, I'm not that smart or pretty or anything else. M'just a catcher and that's all I've ever been." You were no fool, you hadn't come to UConn because someone thought you'd were interesting or smart or stood out. Nope, you were just an athlete.

She pulls you back, forcing you to look her in the eye. "No. You are so much more than that. Don't you ever say that. You are beautiful, you are smart, you are the most amazing and caring person I've ever met. You never ever say that about yourself, you hear me?" She practically demands, tilting your chin up so you look her head on, and that ice blue gaze in inescapable. "Please baby, listen to me. This is how I felt with my ACL. Worthless," her blue eyes glisten with unshed tears. "My life was turned upside down I couldn't do what I loved and suddenly the girl who was supposed to be a star turned into the wannabee player who rode the bench and was worthless in the eyes of the media. But I healed and I just kept trying to remeber. Its not all for your coach, or teammates or the media. It's just for you. Healing through that injury made me stronger and helped me recognize that I was far more than just a basketball player, and now it's time I help you do the same." 

By the end of her little speech both of you are in tears and you felt shitty. How the hell had Paige not told you about this, how had you not noticed. How much of a shitty girlfriend were you. 

"M'sorry Paige, I should've done something." You mumble and her eyes widen in surprise. 

"What? Baby, no, no, that is not your fault in the slightest. You can't change how someone else feels only influence it." She reaches out to grasp your hands and you squeeze hers and her thumbs circle over your knuckles soothingly. 

"I guess we both needed this..." you mumble after a few minutes of relative silence. 

"Yeah...and lets promise not to bottle all of this up. Its not good for either of us, especially knowing we have the other to help us through it."

You smile slightly, eyes still glistening with tears. "Yeah, promise."

11. Post game showers with Paige >>>>>>>>>>>>>

The bright lights overhead suddenly wake you up from your reclined position in the passenger seat of Paige's car. You whine sleepily and rub at your eyes. Paige is out of the driver's seat, presumably pumping gas based on what you can see. 

Tonight, had been long. You'd gotten to school at twelve expecting to play a three o'clock game. Then a freak rainstorm had hit, drenching the fields and pushing playtime back till five. Worse yet, the entire game was close, and you only just pulled a win out of your ass at the tenth inning. Yes, the fucking tenth inning, neither UConn nor the Syracuse team could score after hitting eights. You'd ending up catching the whole game and your knees seemed barely able to support yourself by the ending of it. Which wasn't till 10:30 something at night. Then coach dragged you all into the locker room and basically screamed at you all for not being able to get outs and hit the ball and making a game way to close than it ever needed to be. In all honesty you were too tired to care, hell, you'd been trying not to fall asleep on the shoulder of your pitcher. Paige ended up convincing you to leave your car at the school, she had class tomorrow and didn't mind picking it up. Quite honestly you were so tired it wasn't a good idea for you to drive so you accepted her offer and began the twenty-minute drive back to the apartment. 

"Hey ma, sorry I woke you," your blonde girlfriend murmurs as she climbs back into the drivers seat, quick to restart the car and crank up the heat. "Go back to sleep for a bit baby, we've still got five minutes."

You contemplate for a second before shaking your and sitting up, your jaws eclipsing with a yawn. "Mmm, I think I'm up for a minute, the lights got me going." You state as she pulls away from the gas station, lightly shifting her hand to massage your upper leg, just as she always does. The pair of you drive in comfortable silence, your apartment coming into view. 

"Come on, let's go inside the only things I want are a hot shower and cuddles from my girlfriend," you exclaim easily, unlocking your door.

Paige chuckles and eagerly follows, "you make that seem like it's a hard ship. And like I don't want to shower with my sexy girl," She teases, as you walk into the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind you two. You pause only to grab a small dove chocolate out of the dish and hurry to your ensuite bathroom. Unwrapping your chocolate, you roll your eyes, noticing Paige's pouty face and break it in half, popping a piece into her mouth. "Mm chocolate," she hums appreciatively, and you nod in agreement, stripping your jersey off, then sports bra.

You roll your eyes as her ice blues immediately glue themselves to your chest.

 "Godamn...I am one lucky woman." She reaches out to touch and you nudge her off lightly. 

"No way in hell bucko, I can barely walk as it is."

Paige snickers, "bet I can make that issue worse," she teases, wrapping her hands around your hips from behind and kissing your neck lovingly.

You pat her on the chest lightly before turning away and twisting the shower dial to the hot side. "Shower Paigey," you state insistently, the affects of the game starting to rehit you, as your knees tremble slightly from stepping over the edge of the tub. 

Paige is quick to join you, and even quicker to take control. "Here baby, I know your tired so let me do the work," she insists, grabbing your shampoo bottle and beginning to work a thick lather into your hair, massaging your scalp lightly as she goes. You groan slightly at the sensation, melting into the massage. You also realize your at the perfect height to nuzzle your face into her boobs as she washes your hair, not even having to strain to be comfortable. You end up laying on her half asleep. 

While the massage feels good for a little bit, your tiredness eventually starts to wear on you. "Are you almost done? I feel like I'm about to collapse." You whine slightly, although you really weren't kidding, your knees and back and hips were all about ready to give. 

"I know ma, m'almost there I promise," she states, squirting body wash on the body lougha and taking care to rub the remaining dirt off of your body, which admittedly feels very nice, especially after diving in the dirt and sweatning for the past ten plus hours. Against, your will you feel your eyes closed. You were far to relaxed to be able to stay awake- at least stay awake and be in a good mood. Sadly, your sleepy bliss is broken a few minutes later by the water spraying all over you to rinse out the suds and conditioner. 

"No Paigey!" You about wail into her, stuffing your face into her chest. You just wanted to be done. Today had been long and you were overtired and overstimulated as shit. 

"I know sweet girl, I know," soothes the blonde, not phased. This hadn't been the first time she'd seen you overtired like this and expected it to happen at some point. "All done now," she states, turning off the water and grabbing your towel off the toilet, wrapping it around you, then grabbing her own to pin around her waist. She wastes no time scooping you up and gently carrying you to bed, where she gently plops you, before digging through the drawers for warmer pajamas. You only whine slightly when she makes you turn over from your stomach down position and raise your arms up to pull a loose t-shirt over your head. 

You start to doze off, but as you do feel slightly bad. "M'sorry I'm so crabby when I'm sleepy, Paigey. I promise I don't mean it."

"Don't worry about its sweet girl," she reassures you as she climbs into bed next to you, opening up her arms. You happily oblige the offer, cuddling close to the point your sprawled across her chest. "Everyone needs to be taken care eventually." She murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your eyes close, mind already half asleep. "I love you so much." All Paige gets is a soft snore in response, but that doesn't matter. She knows you love her and she loves you right back.

-sea otter anon (once again on the laptop lol) i can't even tell if these are good if I'm being honest with u. Night night online mom!

BABE THESE ARE BEAUUUUUUTIFUL

god bless you god bless yo mama god bless america

i hope everything is ok though!! i hope you enjoy writing these because i definitely enjoy reading themmm i love you

[asterrx]

Lee Jeno x Male Reader

warnings: idol boyfriend jeno,blowjob,unprotected sex,bathroom sex,roughsex,etc.

The night at the concert, you were in the crowd, like any other person, with your lightstick and a banner to support your boyfriend, Lee Jeno who is performing.

Nobody knows that you're in a relationship with the idol that is on the stage with his members right now, the concert was mind blowing, it went so well, all the members gave their all, but Renjun couldn't be there because he was in a hiatus. And when they performed 'Smoothie' Jeno suddenly took off his shirt, shocking the members and all the people there, his well toned abs and his biceos, his mucles were all so manly, nobody could take their eyes off him.

Even though he's very hot and sexy, you were sonehow feeling sad, and jealousy starts building up deep inside you. You couldn't think straight, everybody, literally everybody at the concert has seen your boyfriend shirtless, you feel like something that has always been yours have been taken away from you. Seeing your boyfriend shirtless on stage having fun while everyone is drooling over him somehow makes you angry.

And after that he act al cute and innocent later at the concert, knowing damn well what he did.

After the concert, Jeno texted you telling you to meet him backstage, but you just ignored his message which confused Jeno, and eventually he calls you on the phone, "Hi babe, I was texting you but you weren't replying, can you please check your message..." he says, you just said yes and checked the message.

Then, you went to the backstage as Jeno asked you to, the members were there, greeting you with warm smiles and you could tell behind their happy faces they were really tired, it was such a long show.

Jeno hugs you from behind and says,"Hi baby boy, I've missed you",he pecks your cheeks, and you just stood stilk, not even reacting. Jeno was a bit confused, he can tell from your face that you were upset. So, he tries to lighten your mood, he asks you about the show, whether you liked it or not and you just ignored him which made Jeno wonder what he did wrong.

At the drive home, you stayed silent while Jeno talked about the show, how good it feels to perform on stage, you just listened without giving him any response.

Wanting to gain your attention, he kissed your lips softly, you just pulled away and told him to focus on the road and keep on driving. He was a bit sad, not knowing what made you upset, "Do you want to get ice cream?" he asked to which you replied,"I'm not in the mood to eat ice-cream", Jeno is now feeling bad.

You finally reached your shared apartment and as soon as you ckosed the door, Jeno pinned you against the wall, "Why are you ignoring me?" he said, "I'm not",you replied, "You were having fun right?" you added, Jeno had no clue,a look of confusion on his face, you rolled your eyes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

You entered the shower and took off your clothes, standing completely naked in front of the mirror, now you turned on the shower, the water was warm, it was really relaxing. On the other side of the door, Jeno was pacing back and forth, wanting to apologise, he snuck in tye bathroom and suddenly hugs you from behind, "Baby, please stop ignoring me...I'm sorry", he said, but you rolled your eyes, "Can you please get out, I'm not done yet...you can come back when I'm done", you said.

This time Jeno had enough, he sighed, then he suddenly turned you around to face him, manhandling you and he just started kissing you roughly, the kiss was rough, it was intense. So intense that you could swnse all the frustrations he was facing. "I've had enough", he said, then you mentioned about what he did on stage, then Jeno's eyes widened, "All I did was trying my best, and now you're complaining, it's frustrating...", he said, then he pulled you back in for another kiss.

His clothes are all soaking wet now, he ripped his shirt off, still kisding you, the kiss was driving you insane, all you could think of was how hot he was on stage, with all hos sweat dripping down his body.

Now Jeno finally pulled away, then he pulled his boxers down, revealing his big hard cock which sprung up in an instand, he took your hand and let you stroke it slowly, precum dripping from the tip of his dick, you kneeled down licking his precum clean, his dick was a bit salty and musky since he was sweating so much from the concert.

You are now bobbing you head up and down his big cock, taking it balls deep, Jeno throwing his head back, rolling his eyes back, he felt so good, you look up at him with teary eyes, Jeno looked down at you, the sight was like the hottest thing for him, he always liked to see you face while you suck him off.

After several minutes Jeno pulled back and lifts you up, he bend you down as you held on the sink for support, Jeno then stroked his dick and placed himself on your entrance, he suddenly thrust, balls deep, making you scream, it feels like your hole is gonna tear, even though you had sex with Jeno countless times, you're never able to adjust to his size. Then he started moving, his pace was rough and hard, your moans filled the bathroom, Jeno grunts, your reflection on the mirror as he was fucking you was making him more excited, then he started moving even faster, making you scream in pleasure, Jeno always loved it when you moan. Most of the times, you act all tough but when Jeno's in control, you're just a little hopeless kitty.

Minutes passed and you jave switched to different positions, you felt you orgasm approaching, Jeno xan easily tell from how your breath becomes faster, then he grabbed your cock and placed his thumb on your tip, "Wait for me", he said, you moaned louder, Jeno's thrust are now faster and harder, he was also about to cum, "Cumming", he whispered, just then, he released your cock, you came on the bathroom floof as Jeno buried his seed deep inside your hole.

After that you took a shower together, after care is what Jeno is a about, he is a monster when it comes to sex, but he takes good care of you as if he didn't just toom your ability to walk.

Then you walked out of the bathroom, changed into comfy clothes and then cuddled on the bed. "I'm sorry baby", he said, "I did it just for you", he added, "I was just jealous, that everyone got to see my hot boyfriend shirtless",you replied, Jeno was smiling, your words turned him on again, you can tell from his face. He was now ready for a second round, he's got that stamina of a fucking beast, then you just pretended to be asleep, knowing what wilk happen if you didn't.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Yes, hello, may I order Seele, Hu Tao, and Eula with a s/o who is deems the slightest touch, or skin showing lewd, or perverted? Like, when someone goes to hold her hand, she deems it as sexual and blushes, or if they see someone wearing even somewhat revealing clothes, they dramatically call it scandalous, all because their parents were very protective of them growing up?

And a medium fry and diet Dr. Pepper on the side

(H:SR/Genshin Impact) Seele, Hu Tao, and Eula with a sheltered S/O

I'm very insulted you think I would serve DIET DRINKS at this establishment.

Seele can't help but feel like she's talking to a second Bronya.

Good Aeons above, how can someone be this sheltered?

For goodness sake, even Bronya had some questionable design choices for a supposed leader.

Not like Seele had much of an excuse for her attire herself, but still.

(S/O) "P-Please put something decent on!-"

(Seele) "This is literally my regular outfit, what are you going on about?!"

She sighs in utter disbelief and irritation.

They'd have an absolute heart attack if they saw some of the other people she's met down here...

Hu Tao absolutely loses it at S/O gasping dramatically at their legs.

Oh no, Archons save S/O! They saw a leg, how scandalous!"

(Hu Tao) "How did you live here your entire life without noticing what the people around here wear? Seriously, I'm actually curious-"

(S/O) "Wear some pants at least, Hu Tao!"

(Hu Tao) "Jeez, I hope for your sake you never see swimwear. Or yourself in the shower-"

(S/O) "HU TAO!"

Hu Tao has an absolute blast tormenting S/O by jumpscaring them with her shoulders, or even a little bit of her neck.

The horror.

Okay, well Eula couldn't even fully argue with S/O in regards to her own clothes.

It was a bit of a strange choice for a Reconnaissance Captain, but it helped her stand out defiantly against her family.

And S/O had the courtesy to not look in places that would get them smacked.

Even if they acted like a prissy noble sometimes.

...Not that she had much of a leg to stand on in that regard either.

(S/O) "Eula, please do not show your legs off to the entire world like that!"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at herself.

The only part that was revealed really was her thighs.

(Eula) "Pray tell, why are you looking there to begin with?"

[theclaravoyant]

boyfriend material ~ a 7x06 bucktommy coda (T)

AN ~ inspired by this post ... ~1200 words of shamelessly self indulgent domestic bucktommy fluff

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“I'm sorry we couldn't stay,” Tommy says again, as Evan helps him through the door. Going on hour thirty-something awake – and a pretty strenuous thirty something at that - is taking its toll, but his heart still flutters when Evan laughs.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Evan promises. “All the reception stuff's been pushed anyways. Tonight, I'm all yours.”

A smile lifts Tommy's weary lips. “I like the sound of that.”

Evan pauses a moment, hooked under his arm, to gaze admiringly with his beautiful blues. He likes the sound of that too, and he leans up on his toes to press a tantalising a kiss to Tommy's lips – a promise to pick up where they had left off earlier, but not right now.

“You want to shower first or eat first?”

“Uh...” What he wants is to collapse into a heap in the entry way and sleep like a log for the next several days. But Evan is right: if he doesn't eat something (other than that beautiful, light, fluffy, sugary cake), he'll be sick, and it's not like he can sleep in his turnouts anyway (although his heavy eyelids beg him to make an attempt).

“How about this,” Evan proposes. “You shower. I'll make us something to eat. Where's your bathroom?”

The words on the tip of his tongue are, you don't have to stay, but Evan is already leading him through the living area and toward the hall. His shoulders are steady bearing Tommy's weight. It's been a long time since he let himself lean on somebody like this.

“Second on the left.”

Evan steers them in and still doesn't leave. He helps Tommy shrug off his jacket and turnout pants, and heave off the boots Tommy's tired feet have swollen into. He turns the tap onto a hot, steamy setting and blasts it, then presses a drink bottle into Tommy's hands. “Get some electrolytes in you, too,” he insists. “When did you...” You know what, never mind. Tommy unscrews the lid and all but swallows the bottle in one go. It sends a tingle through him – he did not realise how dehydrated he was. It's also a little lemony, which is a nice touch. The lemon ones are his favourite.

“Take your time,” Evan instructs. “Dinner will be waiting when you get out. I'm right here if you need me.”

Only then does he finally peel away, leaving Tommy to extricate himself from his remaining sweat-slicked inner layers of clothing and stumble into the sweet beckoning call of the shower. With the help of the steam and citrus scrub he begins to wash the day – days? - off himself. It's a familiar ritual as the sirens and screaming and falling trees and the stench of melting asphalt fall away and leech out of his pores and wash down the drain. Even his head feels a little clearer, his limbs a little lighter by the time he's done and ready for the less familiar part... an enticing smell from the kitchen, something involving garlic, lime and chilli? His mouth waters.

-

Buck beams as a soft, clean Tommy pads back out into the kitchen in the soft, clean pyjamas he'd laid out for him. His soft, clean curls are even starting to puff back up already, and the promise of a meal has put a bit of pep back in his step.

“Feel better?” Buck asks. “You have no idea.” Tommy hums in satisfaction, deep and rumbling in his chest as he pulls Buck in for another kiss. Buck takes a deep breath and the musky deodorant that's meant to smell like some kind of forest – one that isn't on fire – makes his head spin. He very much does have an idea of Tommy's relief, is the thing, and the bone-tiring, soot-drenching work and the power of good old citrus scrub is something nobody he's ever dated can really understand. If Tommy's knees weren't about to drop out from under him, Buck thinks, he might just climb the man like a tree. But not tonight.

“You like stir fry?”

“God, yes.” Tommy all but snatches the proffered bowl. He moans as the first delicious mouthful forces him to savour it. It's positively indecent, but he's so hungry he's going to puke, so he continues between enthusiastically shovelled mouthfuls - “This. Is incredible. Where'd you learn to cook like this?”

Buck can feel himself blushing and puffing his chest up with pride at the same time. He humble-brags the best he can about how Bobby's taught him everything he knows. And about that one time he worked a kitchen in Phuket and learnt this killer Thai chilli sauce recipe. Tommy likes spicy food too apparently and jumps in with a story about how he, Chim and the other 118 crew back in the day had once challenged each other to eat prik kee noo and ended up with all of them (or as Hen would later correct it, all of them stupid enough to try) weeping over various sinks. It's easy, regaling each other back and forth and laughing until both of them are fed and blood sugar stabilised and Tommy's had as much water as he dares force through his poor kidneys. Still, the day they've had bleeds back through eventually – not least because Tommy sways dangerously with exhaustion on his way back from the bathroom, and Buck takes this as his cue to make his exit. He offers for Tommy to text when he's up, for a lift to Harbor for his truck, to do the dishes sometime the next day, but Tommy counter-offers;

“Stay.”

Yes. Buck's already thinking about what to make for breakfast tomorrow. Or today. Or whatever it is. But he manages -

“Are you... sure?”

“Evan,” Tommy scolds, with a fond, fatigue-addled smile on his face. “You've been up over a day and a half too, you know. And no, passing out in Chim's hotel room doesn't count. Frankly, it would be counter to my sworn oath to let you drive home. Please. Come to bed.”

“Oh, well, if it's for the greater good...”

They didn't get a wedding dance, but there's something of a whisper of it in the way Tommy reaches his hand out to lace his fingers through Buck's and draw him into the bedroom. It's so pleasantly dark in here on burning eyes, and the pillow is so blissfully cool on Tommy's face, that by the time Buck has kicked off his shoes and pulled his belt from its loops the time for any more flirting or kissing or talking has well and truly passed. Nevertheless, he smiles to himself, and settles in beside Tommy, and finally falls asleep to the sound of gentle snoring.

[missesnott]

Study date | Theodore Nott x Fem. Reader

•Summary: You and Theodore chose a day to study together at your dorm. As soon as he walks in, he notices that you have a collection of stuffed toys. After he leaves, you realise that one is missing. On the next study date you both have, which is in his dorm, you find your stuffed toy in his bed.

•Requested by: @helendeath

You were sat on your bed, waiting for your friend, Theo. Tonight you were helping him with potions. Despite being very inteligent, Theo isn't very good at potions, and you help him how you can.

A knock on your door is heard. You get up and walk towards the door, opening it.

"Hey!" you greet the slytherin.

"Hey bella" he greets back, entering your dorm. "This is your bed?" he points to a bed with some stuffed toys.

"Yes, but I was about to take them out of here..."

"Leave them if you want." he says, not seeming to worried about it. "You also give names to them, like a child?" he plays.

"No... only to Willow..." you point to your favorite stuffed animal "Anyways, can we start or are you going to mock me about it?" you sat on your bed again, Theo following you with a small smile.

You both take your books out and you start teaching him all he needed to know. Hours pass by, but you don't seem to notice, neither does Theo.

"Is easy, isn't it?" you ask him with a soft smile.

"Now it is." he looks back to you.

You both took a gander at one another for a couple of moments until you saw the time.

"It's almost dinner time..." you say and break the eye contact. Grabbing your book, you get up to put it on his place. Theo sits on the bed and grabs his things, putting them back on his bag.

"See you at dinner?" he asks, on the door.

"I'll be there in 10." you smile and he nods, leaving.

[...]

Ten minutes pass by and you had now entered the Great Hall. You searched for your friends and sat next to them. The dinner was spent with you and your friends eating, gossiping and chatting about your up coming exams, and for your surprise you had a transfiguration exam.

You weren't very good at this subject, but you knew someone who was. You looked for him and eventually found him, laughing with his friends. You smiled and continued to chat with your friends.

"I think I'm spending the rest of the evening studying..." one of your friends said.

"Me too" a blonde girl agreeds.

"I'm free tomorrow, which means I have the whole day to study."

"And you better! McGonagall's exams are not easy..." the green eyed girl said, the blonde agreeing once again.

Since you three had finished eating, you get up and start to walk to your dorm. One of your friend was a Hufflepuff, so she turned to another corridor, saying goodbye to you and your other friend.

"So, you'll study tomorrow alone?"

"I guess... I'll ask Theo if he can help me. He's way better at transfiguration than I'll ever be."

"Theo? Theodore Nott?" she asks in disbelief.

"Yes, we help each other."

She opens her mouth to say something but she doesn't speak. You both continue the way to your dorm and say goodbye once again, since you did not shared the dorm.

You enter your dorm and check your messy bed. Taking a deep breath, you change your clothes and take your stuffed toys of the bed, so you could sleep but you notice one is missing, Willow.

You looked everywhere. Under the bed, on your bag, through the ground. Willow was nowhere to be found. Upset, you just decide to go to sleep, maybe in the morning you'd find her.

[...]

The sun's rays hit your face, waking you up. Groaning, you get up, walking to the bathroom taking a bath. You remember that Willow is missing, and decide to look for her afterwards.

You get out of the shower, dress and see the time. Theo had some classes now, and you hadn't ask him if he could help you.

Walking fast to the Great Hall, you spotted him speaking to his friends. He sees you, and you call him over with a gesture. He quickly gets up and walks to you.

"Hey bella, what do you need?"

"I was hoping that you could help me with Transfiguration...? I have an exam tomorrow and you know I suck at the subject..."

"Sure, today at 4PM? In my dorm this time?"

"Yes, thank you so much!" you smiled at him and he smiled back.

[...]

It was already 4PM and you were walking to Theo's dorm. You knock and a few seconds later he opens.

"Hey, come in."

You enter his dorm and he guides you to his bed. The first thing you see is nothing else then Willow, the stuffed toy you thought you had lost. You decide to not ask him about it.

"So, where do you wanna start from?" he asks staring at your eyes.

You broke the eye contact once more and take your book out.

"Here..." you lay in his bed next to him, belly down, pointing to the subject.

"Bella, that's the easiest thing I'll probably teach you today" he jokes again.

"Yes, well then please start. My exam is tomorrow and I stayed my whole morning studying."

He starts to explaining everything to you, detail by detail.

3rd post! A little to much [...]? maybe... sorry about that

[james-is-here]

I was wondering if you could write a I.N x Seungmin x Male Reader

Where they are in a hotel together (on tour maybe) and reader wakes up to his hyungs trying to be quiet and not wake their partner.

"Shhh don't want to wake our baby up do you innie?"

I kinda like the though of Seungmin topping Innie as you wake up, I.N looks over and sees you staring at them and reaches his hand out for you.

"Like what you see huh?"

All 3 of them are switches

I don't know if that's enough info, never asked for a story before xx

My dear, wonderful Hansol did you just request JeongMin x Maknae reader because I will absolutely write this because omg there needs to be more Maknae members x reader 😩 Also, I was thinking of Raichu Innie because that hair style was so good on him and ofc, soft brown puppy Seung ☺️

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @demtttt @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk

Tags: small mention of JeongMin shower sex, member x member, Threesome, Jeongin rides you as Seungmin fucks you, member male reader, Seungmin being Seungmin at the end

You fall face first onto the bed, pulling the second pillow into your arms as you listen to your boyfriends laughing about before one of them is next to you on the bed.

"Yes?" You mumble sleepily. "How'd you feel tonight?" You turn your head to see your fluffy puppy. "What do you mean, Seung? Like always, super happy cause I got to see Stay but the adrenaline is wearing out." "When did you fall asleep last night?" Jeongin asks as he slips between you and Seungmin, pulling both your arms over him in a forceful hug. "Dunno...Three? Got caught up talking to Chan." "Mnie." Jeongin scolds playfully before a pout comes over his face.

"What's wrong Innie?" You move your hand to rest on his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "Nothing. Really, it's nothing." He was quick to clarify when he saw the look on your face when you could detect his dejected tone. "You sure?" "Yeah, I promise, Mnie." "Okay. Well, I'm gonna go shower." They don't even interject with a tease of joining you and you found it suspicious but we're also thankful since you didn't feel up to their antics when it comes to showering together.

Jeongin still pouts when you enter the bathroom and turns around in Seungmin's arms. "What?" He doesn't answer verbally and leans forward, a hand moving up to Seungmin's neck when he was pulled closer after pressing his lips to the others.

Jeongin moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling his fingers into his hair, pulling a gentle moan from the older male who let him take control, tangling their tongues and holding each other close.

Without separating, Jeongin moves to straddle Seungmin's lap, grinding gently on his lap as his hands interlace with the others and rests them at the side of Seungmin's head.

When Jeongin heard you shut off the water, he pulls away from the other and moves back to lay next to Seungmin, his leg thrown over his lap to hide his little problem. "You fucking tease." "I'll fix it later, don't wanna bother Mn." "Is that what you wanted to tell him?" "Yeah but he looked so tired. Despite how hot he looks I didn't want to bother him." "Okay." The light brunette answers simply as he messes with stands of the younger males blonde and black hair.

You walk out of the bathroom, shirtless with sweats hanging on your hips, flopping back onto the bed. "You two gonna shower?" "Yeah." Seungmin answers for the both of them and Jeongin yelps when he's yanked out of the bed. "Aw, no kiss?" Jeongin giggles pulling his hand out of Seungmin's and returning back to the bed, leaning over you and giving you a deep kiss before willing himself to pull back and join Seungmin.

The both of them do end up fooling around in the shower, Jeongin pressing Seungmin into the shower wall, his noises bouncing off the tiled wall as he tries to grip the hard surface he's being fucked into.

When they are eventually cleaned up, they leave the bathroom with towels around their waists to find you passed out under the blankets, laying on your stomach and hugging your pillow close.

They get dressed quietly before sliding in next to you. Jeongin lays on his side and throws an arm over your back as Seungmin spoons him from behind.

They do fall asleep but Jeongin wakes up about an hour later to Seungmin grinding against his ass, holding him close and biting his lip to hold in his noises. "Hyung?" "Shh, Innie. Don't want to wake Mnie." He whispers. "Was the shower not enough?" He mumbles and Seungmin shakes his head in Jeongin's shoulder, pulling down their sweats just enough. Jeongin reaches back, spreading his cheeks with one hand in order for Seungmin to line himself up and push into the younger boy who bites his lips to contain his moan.

Jeongin then takes the hand on his hip and brings it to his chest, pulling the other closer as he pushes back. "You okay?" "Absolutely." He leans his head back onto Seungmin's shoulder, Seungmin leans forward and kisses along his neck.

The slow humping eventually annoys Jeongin and he quietly begs for more and Seungmin listens, rolling Jeongin onto his front. He pulls both their sweats further down and he spreads Jeongin's legs a bit before thrusting shallowly into the younger who releases a breathy moan. "Shh, gotta be quiet Innie, don't want to wake up our precious baby, do you?" He turns his face into the pillow which muffles his small noises.

"Fuck, Innie, so warm." Seungmin can't help but let soft praises out as he leans down and kisses the boys shoulder. "Shut up." Jeongin scolds as he turns his head.

You stir in your sleep, tossing and turning in your sleep before you settle on your back. "Shit~ M-Minnie, go faster." "You sure?" "Please." Jeongin pushes his ass up to meet the others hips and Seungmin complies.

You wake up to the bed shaking, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before looking over to see your boyfriends. It was honestly a sight to see, your puppy and Innie attempting to fuck quietly and despite how tired you are, you're instantly hard, you always are with them in certain settings and you can't help it.

They don't seem to notice your awake as you reach down and palm yourself, the fabric of your sweats giving a wonderful feeling to your cock as you grip yourself gently.

With a hard thrust from Seungmin and a muffled moan from Jeongin, you know exactly how that would've felt and you can't stop the whine that comes out and both of them look over to you.

"Hi baby...Like what you see?" Jeongin almost purrs as his eyes catch the movement under the blanket. You nod, your eyes focused on where they're connected. "Come here." he says and you lean forward, catching his lips in a kiss and you let him take control this time, his tongue swiping the roof of your mouth, licking yours, and along your teeth. Claiming your mouth in a way you love.

Eventually, Jeongin pulls back and reaches back to pat Seungmin's thigh for him to move. He sits up, moving the blanket with him and removing his sweats before straddling you. "Can I ride you, Mnie?" You nod, mouth dry as you can't seem to form any words. Before Jeongin lines you up with his entrance, Seungmin tucks a pillow under your hip while pulling your sweats down for Jeongin. "Can I fuck you too?" "Mhm, Y-Yeah, yes, please."

Seungmin squeezes your thighs and lines up with your entrance before pushing in, it's a tough stretch but he eventually reaches the hilt as he helps line you up with Jeongin for him to sink down onto you to the base.

You squirm at the double stimulation, the delicious tightness around your cock and the pleasing stretch of Seungmin filling you. Jeongin leans forward, bracing himself on your chest as he lifts himself up and sinks back down.

They both find a familiar rhythm that literally drives you speechless, drives you to moans and whimpers. "Fuck, you feel so good, Mnie, so fucking good." Seungmin mumbles as he leans forward, squeezing your thigh and kissing Jeongin's shoulder. "Feel so full, Baby. Make both of us feel so good." He rubs your chest, moving down to graze his nails over your abdomen before taking his own throbbing erection into his hand but it's pulled away and your left hand takes its place.

He bucks his hips into your fist and takes you hand into his, reach back to take Seungmin's hand as well and brings them to his hip, you and Seungmin hold his hip and his hand rests on top of both of them as he throws his head back with a moan before dropping it. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, hngh~ Ah~" He sighs breathlessly before his hips pick up speed then falter as he cums onto your fist and chest.

A moment later, Seungmin's thrusts into you grow harder and faster and he hits your prostate dead on and hard before you both cum at the same time, Jeongin moans and his nails dig into your chest as he subconsciously tried to push you further into his ass as you fill him up and Seungmin fills you.

Suddenly Seungmin pulls out and he's so quick to his suitcase and back it's almost as if he didn't leave before something is pressed against your hole again before it's inside, not wasting any of his cum as you register that it's a plug. Seungmin lifts Jeongin off of you and inserts his plug into him as well.

Jeongin laughs and turns to the older. "What makes you think we wanted those?" "You're mad about it?" "No, just find it funny you immediately used them."

You interrupt them and yank Jeongin forward to lay on your chest. "Ew, sticky." He mutters towards his cum on your chest smearing onto his. "I'll get a rag." Seungmin says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth to finally taste you then pulling back and placing a simple kiss to Jeongin's temple before getting up. "Hey!" Jeongin protests and the other boy laughs.

You kiss his forehead and he lifts his head just enough for you to kiss him like Seungmin did so he doesn't feel left out, humming in content as he lifts a hand up to your jaw and tilting his head.

"Okay, Okay, do you want me to clean your cum or you gonna just make out." Jeongin pulls away and rolls onto his back next to you. You knew Seungmin was gonna be a brat as he started to wipe around your crouches but it was only a moment before he tugged at your plugs, you groan as Jeongin's hand flies to his mouth to muffle his moan and you both end up kicking him as he laughs. "Fucking brat." You mutter and sit up slightly to pull him between the both of you and both of you tickle him.

"We'll get you next time." You say. "You ride, I fuck?" Jeongin proposes. "Or maybe I fuck you ride. Both drove him nuts." "Or maybe we mess around and he just watches." "Or listens. Blind fold him?" "Okay, I get it! Fuck both of you, I'll get hard again but I'm tired." He flops defeatedly, his arm drapes over your stomach after pulling Jeongin's arm around him.

"We gonna cover up, I'm cold." You whisper into the dark and Seungmin hums. "Yes but you can't let me go." "That's impossible Minnie..." "Ugh, fine."

Seungmin leans up and pulls the blanket over all of you before cuddling back into both of you. The both of you scoot closer to him, sandwiching him between the both of you and kissing his cheeks. "Eh, Ew, love." Jeongin giggles softly, squeezing his arms around him and burying his face into his shoulder as you kiss his nose and drape your arm over both of them.

Seungmin will say he hates it but he loves when the both of you attack him with kisses.

[nu-suave]

FEELING BETTER? feat. satoru, suguru, utahime

this takes obvious inspiration from im right here? by @satoruluvies ! all credit belongs to her <3

word count: 1159

summary: you're sick, and they come by to make sure you're okay. a/n: ignore the way this kind of qualifies as a sequel to something someone else wrote … also if you see this, thank you for letting me post this with credits <3 i’m notoriously shy and too pussy to ask without anon lmao

cw: mentions of throwing up

“Come on, let me in. I promise, it’s okay.”

“Suguru,” you whine, “I’m sick. I feel awful. I look awful. I threw up on Haibara earlier and he got so grossed out he threw up too. I don’t want you to get sick. Did I mention I look awful?” 

“So Haibara can see you like that but I can’t?”

“Yes, because you’re my super pretty boyfriend and he’s my underclassman from high school. There’s a difference.”

Suguru sighs softly, repeating your name in that warm, tender tone he always uses. It leaves your knees weak. “Come on, angel. You know I’m not going to judge you. I just want to take care of you. I’d be a shit boyfriend to neglect you while you’re sick.”

“You’re not neglecting me, Suguru.” You huff. You hesitate, though, his sweet words are enough to have your hand hovering over the doorknob. “...I haven’t showered in two days. I’m snotty. My voice sounds like shit. I haven’t brushed my teeth from the last time I threw up.”

“Baby,” he says, “let me in. I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, your voice hoarse and thick. The door groans softly as you open the door, peering at Suguru stands. You probably smell awful. Still, he steps into your space and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pressing one more kiss to your temple before pulling away. “When was the last time you ate?”

You wince. “Can’t remember. I don’t think I can hold any food down.”

“Let’s just try, okay? You take a shower then lie down, and I’ll make you some bread and soup. Can you do that for me?”

“You treat me so well,” you mumble. “Sorry for not letting you in earlier.”

“It’s okay. I’m here now.”

“Did you seriously invite Gojou over to take care of you?” Utahime complains idly as she grabs two dirty mugs off the coffee table to move them to the kitchen. You feel bad making her clean up after your sick self, but you’ve been banished to the couch - cocooned in a large blanket, your nose sniffling with every other word. “Honestly, did he even do anything? This place is a mess.”

“He held my hair while I was throwing up?” 

Given the scowl that contorts her features, that was obviously not the thing you were supposed to say. “Seriously? Did he make sure you ate? Did he even get you the proper meds?”

“He’s not that incompetent,” you say mildly, “and I didn’t want to bother you. You were in Kyoto, Hime.”

“You know I’d travel the distance for you anyday,” she replies softly, “you didn’t need to go to Gojou. I’m here for you.”

“I know. I just… you care so much about your kids. I feel bad stealing your attention from them.”

“They’re my students. You’re my girlfriend.”

You sniffle. “I love you.”

Utahime softens, scooping another mug off the coffee table. “I love you too. You know I’m always a call away, right? I wouldn’t leave you to fend for yourself while you’re sick.”

“Yeah. I just haven’t been thinking straight.”

“Clearly.” She smiles at you, her eyes crinkling with affection. Your heart swells three sizes, like you’re the Grinch or something. “I made you some soup. Do you think you can keep it down?”

You nod slowly. “I think so. My stomach’s feeling better.”

“Good. I’ve taken the next two days off, alright? Let’s just focus on you getting better.”

“Hime–”

“I’m serious.” She reaches over, hand squeezing yours where you’re clutching at the edge of the blanket. “The kids can wait. You’re more important.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you sniffle, “you have a poor, sick girlfriend, and you’re making them cry.”

Satoru shows up at your door within the hour. He’s in flattering disarray; his hair is still down and messy, rectangular glasses cover his eyes, he’s dressed down in a soft shirt he normally wears to sleep, and there’s a plastic bag in his hand overflowing with some purchases he must’ve made on his way over. You squint at it, and just barely see a new box of paracetamol, right next to a pack of your favourite tea.

“Hi,” you say quietly, wincing at the way you sound. “Sorry. I’m still feeling sick.”

“That’s fine.” He lifts the bag, and it sways from side to side as it hangs in the air between you two. “I bought some stuff. Now let me in. When did you last eat? How’ve you been feeling? Were you lonely, rotting away in bed alone without me there for company?”

“I had Nanami run to grab me some painkillers,” you reply, stepping to the side so he can come in. He quickly makes himself at home, kicking his shoes off at the door before shutting it for you. “I threw up on him at some point. I still feel bad.”

“He can deal. I’d have helped you, you know?”

“Yeah, but-” Your brows furrow as you look into the bag, taking in everything. He’d really gone all out - instead of just painkillers and tea, there’s also lemon and ginger tea, a stuffed toy, roughly three different desserts he must’ve picked up on the way, and three steaming thermos’. You’re impressed he was so willing to just drop them in there with everything, not even scared about them spilling. “You didn’t need to get all of this. I swear, it’s not that bad.”

“Of course I did. Since my lovely partner didn’t want to tell me they were sick–”

“Satoru, you were in Belgium.” Your snotty, clogged nose ruins any possible emotion you could put into those words. “You were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you. I’m sorry.”

“Still. Nanami?” He says, and oh god, is he whining?

“Would you rather I called Suguru?”

“I want you to call me.” His hand snatches your own, fingers settling between the gaps of your own. “Is it so bad I want to be the one taking care of you when you’re sick?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you first. I just really didn’t want you to worry.”

“It’s my job to worry.” He tugs you closer by the hand, his other moving to cup your cheek as his bag of gifts slides down to his elbow. He leans in, and you quickly press your hand over his face.

“Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick.”

He pulls your hand away. “You’re a horrible partner. First I don’t know you’re sick, then you’re refusing to kiss me - what next? Are you going to eat my dessert? Are you going to kick me out? I got your favourites!”

You snort. “Don’t be too dramatic, baby. I just don’t want you getting sick too.”

“We can be sick together then! Come on–”

hi. fun fact i misread a due date for one of my assignments and thought it was due last night. it was due two weeks ago. anyways i panicked and emailed my professor and she was nice enough to give me an extension to friday .. thank you my lord and saviour. i'm sorry i stress wrote fanfiction instead of working on the assignment worth 30% of my grade.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Omg they're ~~(wanted in at least 5 countries)~~ so silly I need the cheese ask with the other skellies pls

The main boys are here!

Horrorswap Sans - He scolds you for playing with food and starts eating the cheese anyway because he doesn't want to ruin it. But still, stop it!

Horrorswap Papyrus - He dramatically falls on the floor like a dying sea star, the cheese on his face. You killed him, congratulations.

Horrorfell Sans - He throws the cheese against the wall, hisses angrily, and then goes on all four to growl at the enemy. That's only when he realizes it's just cheese that he turns to you and starts to yell at you, asking if you think it's funny. Well. Yes, it is actually.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Are you proud of yourself? Throwing cheese at people who can't even walk to defend themselves. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. And shame on your face because as soon as you lower your guard, Chief slams the cheese back at you.

Outertale Sans - He dodges, mocking your terrible aim, knocks himself out against the ceiling, falls on the floor, and the cheese falls back on his face. Loser.

Outertale Papyrus - What are you? Five? He scolds you for showing a bad example to the children he's babysitting. Now go in timeout to think about what you just did. You regret nothing though.

Dancetale Sans - He ducks, does a back somersault, and shoots the cheese in the air like a pro footballer. The cheese somehow ends back in your face instead of his. Not fair.

Dancetale Papyrus - He screams, slaps the cheese on the floor, slips on the cheese, and falls on his back in an even louder scream. He then gives you an angry stare. You decide to retreat.

Dancefell Sans - He stays still :( He probably deserved this. He's a loser after all. He sits sadly on the floor with his cheese on his face and he stays there. What a drama queen, you swear.

Dancefell Papyrus - You thought it would be fun to do it while he's streaming. You didn't expect the Internet to turn this into a meme though. Poor Tango has his cheese face on every screen of the world for two whole months. He's mad at you lol.

Farmtale Sans - Uh oh. If there's something you don't want to insult, it's Sam's cows. And you just threw his baby's cheese at his face! How dare you! He starts a 10-minute speech about how hard it is to make cheese and how you're ruining his work with your pranks. You can stop chuckling honestly.

Farmtale Papyrus - He gives you a confused look, mildly panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are you angry at him? Why? He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure if he should laugh with you or hide or something.

Mafiatale Sans - He gives you an unamused stare, the cheese in his hand. You think you're really funny, uh? You're not going to laugh so much when he will mess with the water temperature while you're taking your shower tonight. But he will though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper keeps his natural poker face, not really caring about the cheese. He quickly discards it and returns to whatever he is doing. You're pretty sure you saw the shadow of a smile on his face but it's hard to tell, really. He's too good at being expressionless.

Mafiafell Sans - He tries to warn you, but you do it anyway. Suddenly, the leashes of the twenty dogs you were holding pulls forward, making you literally fly. The dogs all jump on Fang so they can have the cheese on his face. As for you, you're biting the dust... Quite literally.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo does the dramatic turnaround and asks silently who threw cheese behind his head. Because you have a survival instinct, you immediately points at Fang, who is sleeping peacefully at his desk. You feel bad when Torpedo starts to yell at his brother, flipping the desk over with everything on it. You decide it's maybe best to retreat because Fang is staring through your soul and you have a feeling you will pay for that.

Ink - He accidentally put his brush in the way, which opened a portal on an Undertale cheese AU where all characters are cheese. Ink is very excited and insists you two should go to try to eat Sans. You're not sure about this.

Error - He moved at the same time and now the cheese is in his eye socket. Error is rolling on the floor, screaming and glitching in agony, trying to get this thing out of there. Let's just say you better run fast and far away from him.

Disbelief Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends in Asgore's beard, who was just standing behind. You have a fun afternoon planned now, trying to save Asgore's beard without shaving it because the cheese is stuck in there. Delta is lecturing you while you're working.

Killer Sans - He hates cheese. He has the biggest gagging ever, throws the cheese away and runs to clean his face. He can't stand the smell, he swears he's going to grow himself a stomach to puke. You just found a mass destruction weapon randomly. Cool.

Dustale Sans - His brain completely stops working and he starts to stare at the emptiness. There's nothing in these eyes anymore. He stays there, frozen, and refuses to move before you get rid of the cheese.

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them

Sanji wasn't sure why, but he was going to invite the young alpha to join him and Zoro in his nest. He could see their home docked near by, he was almost there. He could see Luffy sitting and waiting for him. There was only one barrel left outside. When Luffy caught sight of him, he waved his arm excitedly just like earlier this morning.

“Sanji!” Luffy called out his name.

“Luffy, were you waiting for me?” Sanji asked, sending a puff of smoke from his cigarette into the air.

“Yes! I got help build a nest for the first time!” Luffy waited until he stepped on the ship. He warped his long rubbery arms around Sanji.

The other alpha scent was completely different from Zoro. he came off in rolling waves of sweet, smokey, and savory meat roasting over a roaring fire with friends surrounding the feast. Then it changed into that intoxicating scent you rarely catch right as the sun comes out after rainfall, where the earth is fresh and everything is still wet. It was a warmth he wanted to bask in… before catching one more underlying haunted promise that whatever Luffy set his mind to, he would achieve it.

Sanji put away the food he had carried with him as Zoro passed by him to grab the last barrel. He needed to crawl into his nest soon, but he still had shit to get done.

“Come on love cook go nest I know where you put everything,” Zoro had come back into the kitchen placing the barrel into the pantry.

“Fine,” Sanji couldn't resist anymore, it sounded too perfect.

Sanji crawled into his nest purring, he had taken Luffy with him, the other alpha stood outside of the nest bouncing on his heels waiting for an invitation. Sanji patted the matters next to him, the young alpha shed his shoes and hat before carwing into the nest with him. Sanji warped around the smaller alpha, placing his head again his chest, when Zoro arrived he would cuddle him from behind.

“Sanji,” Luffy spoke soft and quiet as the waves gently rocked the bed.

“Hmm?” Sanji hummed in curiosity.

“What's your dream?” Luffy asked him.

“Have you heard of the all blue?” Sanji asked, he knew the answer already but asked it anyway.

“Nope,” Sanji wasn't surprised.

“It's a sea were fish from all over the world live! Every sea has own unique fish and sea creatures but the all blue has it all! It's been my dream for as long as I can remember, “ Sanji explained. “I almost didn't join Zoro, but I would have missed him to much,” Sanji had watched him leave or had left him so many times over the years that he couldn't bear the thught of never seeing him ever again.

“Everything's been put away,” Speak of the devil, Zoro climbed in with the spooning him from behind. He must have showered at some point because his hair was still damp.

“Thank you mossy,”

“Your lucky I love you so much,” Zoro grumbled into neck but Sanji could hear the smile in his voice before the green haired alpha kissed his neck. “I saw the marrintrd carbs, did you want them in an ongri like what was planed for me?” Zoro knew how to cook, he was no chef but Zeff hadn't let him leave during alpha training until he knew how to feed himself.

“Mmm, I don't think that will be enough for everyone but we can have it as snack,”

“What was marrined?” Luffy chimed intot he conversion.

“The carb form this morning, it was supposed to be for Zoro tonight, honestly if that's the best the marines have for the east blue it's no wonder we're called the weakest sea,”

“If we're the weakest, who's the strongest?” Luffy asked.

“Hmm porbly the north blue,” Sanji didn't like to think of the north or of grema.

“Well I guess we got lucky,”

[teaabexx]

BEN DROWNED HCS !!

No nsfw

He listens to that gegagedigedo song from TikTok

Either that or you find him in his room listening to icewhore and— 🤫🧏🏼‍♂️.

Idk why but I think he'd love to have those cute matching bracelets with the hello kitty/spiderman beads.

He likes matching bracelets.

YES

please don't kill me but

CONVERSE. SAGE GREEN CONVERSE OR WHATEVER THE COLOR'S NAME IS BUT YES HE WEARS THEM

he also has another pair of Converse but y'know, the one all damaged but decorated with little words, little doodles and everything he wants to add on it.

Totally into photography. Trying to make ''aesthetic'' picture like this:

he likes rocks too. Like actual rocks and he names them. (He named one Megatron)

I think, if he ever finds a lover, his love language would be sharing food and physical touch.

bird

i don't think he's emo tbh. A grunge aesthetic fits him more, or even a cybercore aes would be better.

OUUHH MATCHING NAILS !! BLACK AND GREEN YEAHHH !!

When he plays video games, he's either playing games like Roblox, or resident evil. No in between.

Not Zelda tho. Bro died because one of em

OH HE'S THE TYPE OF GUY TO SAY SHIT LIKE

''bro think he did something 💀🙏🏼''

''PLUH 🗣️🗣️''

''CAN I PET THAT DAWWG"

''erm what the flip ? 🤨🙄''

I personally believe that he's a nerd but like, he's smart okay ? Idc he's SUPER smart. Not the type of nerd that annoys everyone. The quiet, cool nerd.

I'm not sure about this one but I don't think he's actually scared of water. Like, maybe if it's a lake, the sea etc he might freak out but if it's just rain, a shower or something like that it's fine.

I honestly don't see him as a horny/pervert guy. Maybe flirty, cheesy, corny guy but not- *that*.

Oh btw I made a Spotify playlist about the sounds I think he would listen to :)

Really short but yeah lack of inspiration okay?

[ihatelifesm]

Can you do platonic harbingers Arlecchino, La Signora, Dottore, and Pierro with a reader Harbinger who grow worried that the Traveler is growing stronger and think they should prepare for an inevitable battle with them, so reader trains none stop to prepare themselves?

(Sure! Coming right up! Sorry if this and my last fic was sloppy! Writers block is punching me in the face rn!)

A little more context to the fic : all of these will be somehow connected I just did the separate to go into more detail!!

Pierro

•Would be proud that your worried and your training more to get better but he is starting to get worried on how much your training, sometimes he sees you not even take breaks so he would make up a quick excuse to ‘Mentor you while you train but when he thinks its its time for you to stop he would drag you away from the training site, usually none of the harbingers would act like this but they care about you alot and they want you to be strong but also ALIVE

Dottore

•Dottore is also pretty mellow of that but also cates because he can ramble to you about his experiences with test subjects and you wont judge him so he does also keep eye, telling you to take water breaks, slow down, making sure your keeping your body in shape, hes a scientist he knows a good amount about the human body so makes sure your daily schedule is maintained to get a good nights rest, your lucky that he likes you enough to do this

Arlecchino

•Arlecchino is like a father figure towards you, so He (idk what pronouns arlecchino uses in cannon) does care and does train with you as a sparing partner (but he does go easy on you) but still like dottore making sure your schedule is up to par so you can grow stronger but also have breaks making sure you eat 3 times a day maybe 4 if you need it, skipping meals ISNT a option

“What did you eat today?”

“I ate a apple..”

“Go tell Taraglia you want something to eat”

la Signora

•Yes, She can be cold hearted but you do make her smile like no one else could besides her past lover so yes she does care ENOUGH to at least make sure your hygiene is still good, she helps you with you hair, clothing, showers (if needed!) scolding you if you try to say ‘its fine’

“Your hair is a mess! How can I trust you with it?!”

“Well i was busy—“

“Yes Yes, busy with training, now come here! I need to fix this mess up”

All of them care and they help you as much as they can to help you get stronger but also safe

(Done!! Hope you enjoyed!)

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @this-was-a-terrible-idea behind the cut; mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some. Full disclosure, I was trying to wrap up the fic with these sentences so I stopped counting and took a looooong time getting them done, and then I realized I had gone WELL over and there was notably more fic left to write than I'd previously realized, so yeah, haha, never mind that, apparently, I'm just posting what I was supposed to and I'll have to finish it later. I TRIED, I SWEAR. ( chrono || non-chrono )

“You mean it?” Kon asks, trying not to hate himself for it. 

“Of course I do,” Superman says, then kisses down his neck again; pets up the line of his hip again. Kon kind of wants to cry some more, but honestly doesn’t think he could if he tried. “You did so well for me. You were everything I could’ve asked for and more.” 

Never mind. Kon apparently can cry some more. 

“Thank you,” he chokes, lifting a hand to help him hide his face even as he turns it towards the mattress. Superman keeps petting him. Keeps kissing him, little scattered presses of his mouth dropped here and there against Kon’s skin. 

And keeps talking, too. 

“Oh, you’ve thanked me plenty, Kon-El,” he hums contentedly into the corner of his jaw, tracing the “S” on the shoulder of the jacket that Kon’s somehow managed not to lose, and all Kon wants is to give him everything he wants. He’s not stupid enough to do that, obviously, in the sense of if Superman asked him to kill or betray somebody for him he wouldn’t, but he is stupid enough to be in this bed with layered bruises shaped like the other's hands and mouth. Kon doesn’t bruise often, for obvious reasons. Even when someone can hit him hard enough to affect his Kryptonian biology, there’s still the TTK to get through. 

The only thing his TTK’s done since this Superman first touched him is fucking collapse, though. 

Superman traces the El crest again. Kon is very, very aware that the actual reason he never lost his jacket through the whole process of getting his brains fucked out and very literally breaking the bed is because Superman wanted him to wear that crest through that whole process. 

Wants him wearing it even now. 

Kon wants to cry about that too, and maybe does a little. Superman presses a kiss in behind his ear and slides a hand down over his stomach. Or–under it, a little more like. 

Kon’s stomach is flat, obviously. The six-pack version of “flat”, but flat. 

Superman’s hand is positioned like he’s cradling it, though. Positioned like . . . 

"You'll take care of your daddy's baby, won't you, sweetheart?” Superman murmurs, pressing another kiss to the back of Kon’s neck as he splays his big broad hand across his stomach. “Raise them to be good like you? Proud to wear my crest?” 

"Y-yes, Daddy,” Kon stutters, digging his fingers into the mattress as something painful stabs him straight through the heart. 

"That's my boy,” Superman praises with obvious satisfaction, and tugs his face to turn so he can kiss him again as he slides a hand down to hook his fingers inside his cunt. Kon whimpers into his mouth, and feels Superman smile against his own. 

It’s a long time before Superman’s done with him, again. Kon gets fucked, and kissed, and then Superman takes him to the little adjoining bathroom and fucks him again in the shower, and then he . . . then he cleans him up, to the point he even washes his fucking hair for him. Kon feels like a thing, feels like a whore, feels weak and defenseless and like–like–

Superman kisses him again as he presses their bodies back together and coaxes him into both riding his fingers and fucking his fist, into begging for more despite how sore and exhausted he is, and Kon doesn't know how he feels at all. 

He comes for it, though. 

And he kisses him back, obviously. 

Kon almost cries again when Superman dries his hair for him after they’re done. 

“Such a treasure,” Superman murmurs admiringly as he sweeps Kon's hair back off his face, sounding exactly like Clark does when he talks to Jon, and Kon does, in fact, cry a little more. Just a couple more tears, but . . . 

Superman kisses those tears off his face with a soothing hum, and Kon shudders. 

“Daddy,” he rasps hoarsely, his voice still a little too tight, and Superman kisses him again. Kisses him slow and sweet and tender, and holds him like he's something worth holding on to. Something . . . precious. 

Kon fucking hates himself. 

His TTK field still won't come back up, and he doesn't know if any part of him has even tried to compartmentalize any of this. Not even a little bit. 

Superman strokes his fingers down his stomach, lingering and possessive, and Kon shudders again. 

[eddieshellscape]

I JUST HAD THE BEST SHOWER THOUGHT EVER

Okay. So this is a little story my mind wrote:

The land of Twitter was a prosperous place. Many different peoples with different interests could find themselves at home there. Artisans flourished as they could always find people to appreciate what they made. Now, not everyone got along, there were often feuds between groups and resentment of others, but that was to be expected in a place so large. Those in charge of Twitter were not known well to the public, but most did not care, as they kept peace. Not afraid to throw people out if they threatened the greater peace of the land. Even one time a popular man who often stayed in the great city, was exiled for his extreme discrimination. Some defended him, but it was for the overall good of Twitter and most understood this.

One day tragedy struck. The benevolent leaders and policiers of Twitter announced that they would no longer be in charge, for someone had bought them out and they had no choice. The capitalist known as The Musk (no one knew if it was for his putrid smell or if it was simply his name, but it was what the populous referred to him as) had used his wealth and influence to turn twitter from a safe haven, to a capitalist landscape. At first he promised free expression, but slowly more and more that became less true. The many of Twitter who opposed the Musk had nowhere to turn, or at least, they thought they did.

Tumblr was a city, smaller than what it used to be, but many still resided there. Some thought it to be abandoned and the citizens found it to be better this way. It was known to be the place of jests and fools. A safe haven for comedy and free expression. It was similar to twitter, but people took things less seriously. The artisans flourished, the poets wrote silly short tales of characters from stories passed down and people just came there to have a good unique time. It used to be a much larger and bustling city, however.

Tumblr started as a young man's home. He chose to settle there and once he opened his borders, the people slowly trickling in became a flood. In no time Tumblr was a bustling city, not unlike Twitter, with many communities. There were those similar to the fools and jesters of today, they heard stories passed down of fictional adventures and listened to songs of passing bards and would have their artisans create amazing paintings of the characters and bards and write wonderful stories continuing the narrative in ways the authors and life itself never would. It was a wonderful place of self expression. There were also artisans and models who became popular for coining and showing off certain looks. After time these people would blend together slightly, people would make looks based off of bards and characters, and many more things. It prospered and while the two sides resented each other, despite the overlap. However, the place still prospered.

Prosperity couldn't last forever. Like Twitter, Tumblr was bought, not by a man this time- if you could call The Musk one- but by a company. They did the same policing and capitalizing that caused people to flee. Then the company realized they were no longer prospering from the nearly dead city and sold it for little money. Slowly and surely the fools returned, creating a thriving community off of the ruins it once was.

Now knocking on the walls of Tumblr are those fleeing from Twitter. A lot of Tumblr citizens are fine and continuing on their everyday life, but not everyone. Some of those from Tumblr are trying to scare of the people of Twitter who will not accept their unique sense of humor and customs. Twitter and Tumblr are very different places.

Will the people get along?

Will those of Twitter get driven away?

Will Tumblr no longer be the safe haven for fools and jests the way it once was?

This is for you, dear reader to decide. You are the future of Tumblr and Twitterkind. How will you take your next steps?