#i wish i could let it go but it reduces me to a puddle of panic and trauma

[pinkfey]

having an uncommon trigger is literally the worst huh 😔😔😔

#i can’t exist both online and offline without seeing it #the trigger in question is my family’s cult and specifically ‘funny’ experiences with them/‘owning’ them or whatever #like of COURSE i get it!! make fun of the christians who come to your door with a bible always trying to worm their way in #i get it. believe me. #i just can’t escape it. even if there’s no joke the name of the cult itself gives me anxiety #partially because we’re taught not to ever engage with nonbelievers talking about us online #it’s a big no-no #so even though i’m not subscribed to if and haven’t been for forever that utter fear is still there #i wish i could let it go but it reduces me to a puddle of panic and trauma #and there’s no way for me to avoid it. i’ve blacklisted every tag possible on every social media site #but it all the little memes still show up. scenes in tv shows. tiktok anecdotes. it makes me wanna cry fjnsjdbfsjdjf #i even blocked an account Literally about providing resources for cult survivors bc i couldn’t bear seeing her videos abt my family’s cult #and now i’m like. Why. Girl you could’ve used that !!!!! djshdjfjdbs #it’s just the anxiety :( #anyways.txt

[wosoamazing]

Opening Match

Summary: It's the Matilda's first 2023 World Cup Match, against Ireland and you're starting.

Warnings: Panic (I guess – but not like a panic attack, I don’t think), mentions of Sam’s WWC injury….

A/N: ACL injuries don’t exist in this universe, if only that was the case in the real world. Tried to make it semi-factual, so like the times at which things happen are factual, however obviously the goals aren’t. (Also I know the Lionesses were in QLD and the Matildas were in NSW but let’s just pretend they weren’t)

It had been an hour, and you still couldn’t get to sleep, you were too scared for tomorrow, Tony was starting you, which he had told you this morning, Sam had injured herself and he decided you were the best replacement, the only saving grace was that only the your Captain’s, Tony, and yourself knew this, the rest of the team would find out tomorrow, so at least you weren’t reminded of it all day.

You had millions of thoughts racing through your mind, preventing you from sleeping, causing the panic to ever so slowly increase. “What if I screw up” “What if this team wasn’t the right team” “What if I let the whole team down” “What if I don’t meet their expectations” “What if my streak at Arsenal has just been a fluke”.

A few tears had left your eyes at these thoughts, creating little puddles on your pillow. You decided to get up and go into the hallway, if you were going to cry you didn’t want to wake up Steph. You were crying for such a stupid reason, anyone would kill to be in the starting 11 for the Matildas, let alone a 16-year-old, yet here you were crying, wishing you could be anything but the Matildas starting 11. You quietly got out of your bed and walked towards the door, you opened the door just enough so you could slide out, trying to minimise the light that flooded the room, you made sure to keep hold of the door as it shut in hopes of it closing silently, you didn’t want to make a noise, you didn’t want to wake Steph or anyone else up. Except the thing was, Steph was actually still awake. She waited a while to see if you would come back thinking you had just gone to fill up your water bottle at the end of the hall, however when she noticed your water bottle was still sitting on the side table, she grew a little concerned, but she reassured herself that maybe you were just getting some Panadol or something from the medics. However, when she heard a faint sniffle come from just outside the door she panicked, she quickly jumped out of her bed, and made her way out into the hall.

“Oh bug,” she sighed out at the sight of you, beginning to sit next to you. You sat curled in a ball leaning against the wall, body slightly shaking with your sobs, you looked up at her, your face was red and tearstained, and your eyes were puffy. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she said softly as she pulled you into her lap, you sat there as she rocked you slightly trying to calm you down, you felt like a baby, how could you be so upset over this, and now you had disturbed Steph’s peace because of your pathetic little problem.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” you mumbled into Steph’s chest.

“Don’t be sorry, you can always wake me for absolutely anything, but you didn’t actually wake me I was still awake” she gently replied, as she wiped your tears away with her shirt.

“Oh,” “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” “I don’t think I should start tomorrow, what if I stuff up, what if I’m not good enough for them, what if I don’t live up to their expectations, what if-” you were cut off by your ever increasing sobs, making it hard to speak, Steph sighed at your words, she had suggested that they didn’t start you, just brought you on early, but Sam and Tony thought starting you was best, coming out with a bang. Steph had hoped maybe her suggestion would be taken, reducing some of the pressure, the media was all over you already, pressuring you, so too were the fans. You were the sister of Leah Williamson, the women who captained the Lionesses to Euro’s victory in 2022, the women who once again would Captain the Lionesses in the fight for yet another victory, one that could well possibly be theirs. There was something extraordinary expected from you by the public, and the second the starting line-up was released that would only increase.

“Y/N/N, it’s okay to be nervous and a little scared, everyone does, it won’t stop, but you get used to it and before some games you will get more nervous than other games, why do you think I wasn’t asleep. But you can’t let the outside world affect you, the people in this building and in this team believe in you, and if you don’t do as well as you hoped well so be it, everyone had off days, off games. Don’t listen to them, they would faulter the second they took a step on the pitch, even the commentators yes they do know what they are talking about but at the end of the day they are there for the public so they are going to feed them, and I promise, we wouldn’t have chosen you if we didn’t believe in you, and Tony only expects that you try your hardest every time you step onto that pitch, that’s all any of us want.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh before continuing “but why are you nervous for tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said you weren’t sleeping, and then you said some games you get more nervous than others, so I just assumed-” you were cut of by the sound of a door opening, you both look up to see Sam sleepily walking over to you rubbing her eyes.

“Shit, sorry did we wake you up, I didn’t think we were that loud” Steph whispered as Sam sat down.

“No, don’t worry, I couldn’t sleep, thought I heard something so just wanted to check, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter” Sam gave you a look, causing you to blurt it out “I’m scared Sam, what if I stuff up, what if I’m not good enough for them, and now I’ve disturbed both of you when you should be relaxing and sleeping and I shouldn’t be upset about this, it should be something happy but I’m too scared to be happy, and, and my problem isn’t even a big problem, I mean you can’t play and now I’m technically in a way complaining about being in the starting 11 to the person whose spot I took” at those words Sam looked down at the floor, the tears that had started welling up in your eyes, started streaming down, “I-I’m S-sorry, I-I, I shouldn’t have said that”.

Sam looked back up at you, her face held a sterner and more serious look “No, don’t apologise, it’s okay, you did nothing wrong, and never think just because some else may or may not have a bigger problem than you, that your emotions and feelings aren’t valid, and never apologise for what you say. And yes, I can’t play and you get to play but at the same time that doesn’t mean you can’t be upset, it’s a big thing starting in a major tournament let alone …..” you nodded finding her words to be oddly comforting and had stopped crying, Sam had pulled out her phone and was messaging someone, so you looked up to Steph.

“You know, you never answer my question from before,” “Really, I thought I got out of that one” “Nah-uh” you say with some sass as you shake your head.

“I don’t know, I just guess I didn’t really expect to be leading the team out, it’s kind of scary, I mean this is our chance to make history and I guess in a way I’m leading the team out and am in charge of the start of our chance. I just don’t know, its silly anyway,” Steph let out as a singular tear rolled down her check.

“Steph, you have nothing to worry about, you are such an amazing player, and you are such a great leader, and such a great big sister and mini Mum, I believe in you, as you said, Tony wouldn’t have picked you if he didn’t believe in you,” Steph blushed at your kind words, before letting out a small laugh at your end comment, she hug you tighter and mouthed ‘thank you’, before the three of you feel into a calm silence.

“I think we should go outside, get some fresh air quickly” Sam said, breaking the silence whilst almost winking at Steph. “Good idea, Sam”

“But its late, wont we get in trouble?” The last thing you wanted was to be getting in trouble the night before your first world cup game.

“No, we’ll be fine, we will only be quick and plus as Sam said some fresh air will do you good” Steph said as she practically dragged you upright. As you left the elevators and walked towards the hotel doors, you noticed an oddly familiar figure standing just outside the doors, they were holding something, what you didn’t notice was the smile your two captains exchanged at the sight of this figure, Sam opened the door and you stepped outside into the cool air, before you found yourself running up to the figure, “Le!” you exclaimed as you jumped into the arms of your sister, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I might’ve been told by a certain someone that my little sister was upset, and I thought I would quickly come visit to cheer her up.” You planted your feet back on the ground and said thank you to Sam before turning to talk with your sister, after a few minutes you both had to go back to your rooms, so you said bye to each other. She gave you one of her hoddies which you put on, it being the next best thing to being with her. You fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were tired after all.

______

You were lining up in the tunnel when the nerves started to kick back in, probably due to the fact that when the teams were announced it was also announced that this is your first time starting, first major tournament playing for the Matildas and thus your first World Cup. You were also reminded that your sister had captained the Lionesses when they won the Euro’s just last year. But you felt Caitlin hands on your shoulders, and she squeezed them, Steph had obviously been discussing things with her. It was strange to you that the shoulder squeezes worked, but they did, they almost seemed to bring you out of your thoughts and into the present. As you walked out of the tunnel the stadium erupted, fans cheered like you’d never heard before, which is saying something considering you did attend the Euro’s final, you took your place in the line as the anthems were sung and soon enough the game was starting.

15 minutes in and a free kick was given, you took it, it was almost close enough to just go straight for the goal but you didn’t want to risk it, so you crossed it in, but instead of the ball finding a place at one of your teammates feet or head, it found a place in the back of the net, you had just scored your first goal for the Matildas, your first goal at a major tournament, your first goal at a world cup and the first Matildas goal of the world cup. You were elated. Your elation only increased at the 26th minute, when you headed the ball and it hit the back of the net, however you couldn’t take full credit for that one, Steph had delivered it in perfectly, you just had the easy job of tapping it in.

It was now extra time for the first half, you knew Tony was taking you off at half time, he had told you at the 35th minute during the ‘team tactical’ while Katie was down, Ireland was playing more aggressive than expected and Tony wasn’t risking having his two best strikers injured. Knowing this you decided to push yourself to your limits, you were running after every ball, you were taking tackles, and somehow by some miracle you scored your third goal in the final minute of extra time, you didn’t even know how you did it but you did, and with your goal the ref blew her whistle and the first half was over. The team ran over to you to celebrate, “Hattrick baby!” was screamed in your ear by someone, you all jumped up and down continuing to celebrate before deciding you should probably head back inside.

“Good game?” Sam asked as you walked into the tunnel together.

“Great Game!” You exclaimed, as you followed her through the door, to the locker room.

You took a seat in your locker ready to listen to Tony, being number 8 your locker was in-between Steph and Caitlin’s, “She might hate you now, though,” Caitlin said with a wink, it was a compliment in its finest, but it felt nice to get an inside compliment, like an inside joke not everyone would understand what she means.

“How do you feel? Like a million bucks?” Steph asked.

“Nope, like I chose the right team.”

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #matildas #auswnt

[notti-stellate]

James Potter Fluff ABC's

a/n: I started this thinking it was a good way to get back into writing but boy was I wrong, this took me like three hours so I was like ready to be done by the end. I really hope you guys like it though! 🌌

A- Attracted (What does he find attractive about you)

James is obsessed with absolutely everything about you but if he had to pick one thing it would be your laugh. There’s practically nothing he wouldn’t do just to hear you laugh, especially when it’s because of him (you’re just fueling his ego here babes)

B- Body (What is his favorite part of your body…not like that you nasties)

James absolutely loves your lips, the way they fit so perfectly against his or the way they curve upwards when he does something impossibly stupid just to see you smile. His favorite part of himself is probably his hair or his hands, it’s honestly just whatever your favorite is.

C- Cuddles (how much of a cuddler is he)

There is nothing he loves more than to have you in his arms, it doesn’t matter who is holding who to him as long as he has you pressed against him for eternity. Definitely a 9/10 on the cuddler scale.

D- Dates (how often do you go on dates)

It depends mostly on what time of year it is, for example near quidditch season he doesn’t have much time between classes and practice so as much as he wishes he could take you on dates every day he just doesn’t have the time. After quidditch season though he generally will have a date every week, even going as far as to assign a certain day as date night.

E- Ego (how big is his ego, does it get in the way of the relationship)

He 100% has an ego, but it’s definitely well deserved. He’s the captain of the quidditch team, comes from very wealthy parents, and is famous around the school. Even with his ego he’s a kind and humble person, always willing to help others (except for Snape, nothing could make him help Snape). His ego could get in the way at first but after he sees it’s hurt you he’d swear to never let it happen again.

F- Fights (how often do you fight, how does he handle it) 

Fights are rare between you two, James is so in love he’d take your side on most things just to make you happy. When they do happen though (maybe because he was stressed or one of you were just simply not thinking clearly) he tries to keep a level head, having seen things escalate quickly from someone being dramatic *cough* Sirius *cough*. God forbid he ever makes you cry, he might just rip out his own heart right then and there. Safe to say fights aren’t much of a problem in your relationship.

G- Gifts (Does he get you gifts, what kinds of gifts does he give you)

He sees getting gifts as an essential part of your relationship. It’s not always big extravagant gifts (although he does love to give you those too) he prefers the small things, like flowers when he picks you up for a date or your favorite candy when he sees it in the store. Please for the love of everything get the boy some flowers and tell him they reminded you of him, it may cause him to be reduced to a puddle though so be prepared.

H- Happy (what kinds of things make him happy)

I think the better question would be what doesn’t make him happy. One of the biggest things that make him happy though is you and his friends (of course). He adores all of you so if you can become friends with them too he’d probably never stop smiling. 

I- Injury (how would he act if their loved one got hurt, how would he be if he was hurt)

James is very protective of you so depending on how you got hurt someone may be getting to the hospital wing with you. He’d be very doting, almost never leaving your side unless you needed something. If he gets hurt he’ll act all tough around his friends but the second you’re alone he’s acting as if he’s on death's doorstep, you should expect to have to baby him for at least a few days even after the injury has healed.

J- Jealousy (how jealous is he)

He’s not that jealous, sure he has his moments but he’s typically pretty sure of your love for him. It’s one thing if someone is just talking to you but if they touch you, that’s when he has a problem. 

K- Kisses (how does he kiss you)

Your kisses are like heaven to him, if his paradise is your lips on his forever he’d be content to die right then and there. He leaves his own kisses everywhere, his favorites being on your lips but mostly your neck and shoulders. It’s become a part of his routine to kiss you before he leaves any room or space, and you better believe he expects you to do the same.

L- Love language (how does he show his love)

He has a mix of everything but he mostly loves quality time and physical touch. His favorite times with you have been when you’re just lounging around with him, not doing anything but being in each other’s presence and arms.

M- Mornings (what are mornings like)

He typically gets up rather early, whether it’s to go to practice or workout, he’s up and out the door bright and early. But on weekends he loves to lay in bed with you in the mornings, eventually getting up to make breakfast together.

N- Nights (how are nights with him)

Because James gets up so early on weekdays he doesn’t stay up super late, valuing his sleep but always waiting to go to bed until you’re coming with him. On the weekends though he usually drags you out with him and the gang, or you all spend time at someone’s place (You and James’ or Sirius and Remus’). Sometimes though he’s content to just spend the night with you, watching movies and getting take-out.

O- Open (when would he open himself up to you, how much does he open up)

Once he trusts you, James is glad to open up with you and values the time he gets to be vulnerable with you. That being said, he sometimes refrains from opening up because he doesn’t want to burden you. If you ever betray his trust it’s likely he will forgive you but he won’t open up anymore.

P- PDA (is he comfortable with PDA, how often will it happen)

He absolutely loves PDA, he’ll take any chance he gets to show off his girl to the world. If you don’t like PDA he’ll try his hardest to keep it to a minimum but there’s no promises.

Q- idk babes

R- Romance (how romantic is he)

Have you ever watched a hallmark movie, that’s how cheesy and romantic he is. He tries his best to be as romantic as possible, trying to replicate all the books Marlene and Lily have told him about. He’s not always the best at it though, but at least he tries.

S- Safe (how much does he value your safety, how is ti compared to his own)

Your safety is his first priority, it goes hand in hand with his protectiveness). He would gladly sacrifice his own safety for your own, no matter the circumstances or how many times you try to fight him on it.

T- Talking (how often does he talk about you)

Honey you’re all he talks about, it’s driving Sirius insane. You can’t blame him though, he just loves his girl/boy. He tells practically everyone about you, he even goes as far as keeping a picture of you on him at all times to show people.

U- Understanding (how understanding his he)

He’s learned to be very understanding from having Sirius as his best friend, so you can imagine he’s gotten pretty good at it. There’s somethings he doesn’t always understand but he’ll always give it his best, you’ve just got to help him sometimes.

V- idk again

W- Whole (does he feel whole without you)

The short answer, absolutely not. James’ two biggest love languages involve being in close proximity to each other, so much to Sirius’ dismay he has trouble staying away from you. The longest he’s gone away from you was five days and by the end he was sure he was gonna die if he couldn’t see you soon.

X- Xoxo (how affectionate is he)

I’m sure you can guess from what I said before but James is an extremely affectionate person. Even with his friends being affectionate is just how he shows he cares, giving them a hug when they win something or throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulders.

Y- I was gonna do yearning but you can just reread the W section for that.

Z- Zzz (how does he sleep)

He’s typically a heavy sleeper, especially when he feels safe like when he’s around you. He can sometimes lose sleep over little things though like if you get in a fight or if you aren’t home yet. If you aren’t home when he gets to bed he’ll try to occupy himself with other things, knowing he can’t sleep if you aren’t with him.

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders #hp marauders #marauders imagine #the marauders #marauders era #james potter fluff

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Perfect (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Someone has an opinion on your relationship with Alex

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Alex bowed her head towards you, soft hair brushing over the exposed skin of your shoulder. You sighed, almost missing the words she was speaking, caught up in how beautiful she looked. Her smile told you she knew exactly what was going through your brain. Your eyes drifted down to her lip.

“Honey?”

You hummed, drifting closer to her.

“You didn’t hear a single word I said, did you?” she said, chuckling quietly.

“Sure I did,” you replied, “something about jellyfish.”

Her lips were so pink, practically begging you to kiss her as her smile only grew fonder. There was nothing more beautiful than her, no person nearly so captivating. You yearned for her more than you’d ever thought was possible.

“Not quite,” she said, biting down on her lower lip.

You shifted closer, despite not needing too. The room wasn’t crowded and it wasn’t too loud to hear her. All you wanted was to be as close to her as you could be. To feel the heat from her body, the brush of her fingers, her breath ghosting over your skin. You wanted it all, like a greedy child let loose in a candy store.

“No, no, you definitely said something about a jellyfish,” you said.

“I really didn’t, sweetheart.”

You watched her finger tuck hair behind her ear, practically able to feel that same finger trailing down your spine. You knew the feeling of her touch better than your own name by this point.

“You have to stop looking at me like that,” she murmured.

“Like what?” You looked at her from under lowered eyelashes.

“Like you’re hoping I’m about to devour you right here,” she replied, looking you straight in the eye.

“But I am hoping that,” you said, pouting when she didn’t immediately do just that to you.

“Darling girl,” she said, a note of warning in her voice, “we’re not giving the other patrons of this coffee shop a show.”

“So take me somewhere else.” You shrugged. You weren’t picky where she took you.

“You’re pushing it.”

There was still a warning tone in her voice but the hand she placed on the back of your neck pulled you in. You melted against her, sighing into her mouth. You would never grow tired of her kisses, sinking in to her until you didn’t know where you ended she began. Your hand landed on her knee, fingers digging in when you tasted her tongue.

“I’m going to get a refill,” she said when she drew back, not caring she’d reduced you to a melted puddle of goo.

You stared down into your dregs of coffee left in the bottom of your mug, doing your best to catch your breath. It couldn’t be normal, your reaction to her. It was overwhelming, the way the simplest things could leave you breathless and wanting. Just watching her teach was a lesson in seduction according to your mind.

“She’s way too old for you.”

“What?” You looked up, still in a haze of the taste of Alex on your lips.

A woman, not much older than you, had taken the seat across the table from you. You wrinkled your nose, knowing it was rude, but not overly caring. You hadn’t asked her to join you. You wished she hadn’t.

“Doctor Blake, she’s way too old for you,” she said, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

You glanced over, finding Alex standing at the counter, money in hand. Her eyes flickered over to you before landed on the woman across from you, her expression slipping into confusion. You turned back to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“The two of you were putting on quite a show,” she said, flashing you a white smile, with perfect straight teeth, “you must make her feel young again.”

“Can I help you with something?” you asked, finding her vaguely familiar.

“I just think it would make sense for you to be with someone more your own age,” she said, eyes widening as if you’d offended her.

“I didn’t know I was taking constructive criticism on my relationship,” you replied.

Your eyes darted up again and you found Alex standing at the counter, waiting for her order, arms crossed, long fingers tapping against her arm. Her gaze had darkened but softened when she saw you looking at her. That was one of the things you loved most, the way she changed when she realised you were there.

“I mean, she can’t really be giving you everything you want, right? Like you can’t have that much in common. And you know she’s going to die way before you,” the girl said, stealing your attention again.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you replied.

“Look, I like Doctor Blake. I do. She’s brilliant, obviously. But you’re like the age of her students. So you know she’s only interested in you because you’re young and hot,” she said, eyes sweeping over you, “if you’re okay with that then that’s fine, but if you want something deeper maybe you should look for someone closer to your own age.”

“I’m perfectly happy in my relationship,” you said.

“And that’s fine. I just think you should know that some of us are losing respect for her for whatever midlife crisis this is,” she said.

“I don’t think her personal life has any bearing on her professional life,” you said, “or rather, I don’t think it should.”

“Well, sure, in an ideal world but you know what it’s like being a woman,” she said, leaning forward over the table.

“So I’d expect you to be kinder to women, so we don’t fall into the same judgmental patterns as men,” you said, also leaning over, “although maybe this isn’t about respect because of my relationship.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You always sit in the front row of her classes. You try to answer every question she asks. You want her attention,” you said, lowering your voice, “it’s got nothing to do with her being older than me, does it? Not when you’d be okay with it if it was you she was dating.”

“What?” She reeled back as if you’d slapped her.

“I know it’s hard to see someone you have a crush on have feelings for someone else,” you said, “but she’s your professor. Crushes like this pass. All of mine did.”

“How dare you?” She stood up, shoving the chair away with a loud scraping noise.

You could see Alex walking back over, two mugs in hand, a look of concern on her face. Her step hurried, and you felt the vice around your heart begin to loosen. The girl above you was glaring down, blue eyes flashing.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she hissed, leaning over the table to get in your face.

“I don’t have to. I know the allure Alex has. And I didn’t ask to have this discussion with you. You chose to comment on my relationship. It’s not my fault you don’t like the outcome,” you said, “but at least I understand your feelings. I know I’d be upset if Alex didn’t love me back.”

“Candace,” Alex said, appearing over her shoulder, “I hope you’ve done the reading for class tomorrow.”

The blonde, Candace, whirled around, eyes growing wide and mouth falling open. You let your eyes swoop over Alex, biting down on your bottom lip. Her lip shifted, just slightly, and you knew she’d noticed. But the way her gaze hardened as it landed on the other girl had you shifting in your seat.

“Of course, Doctor Blake,” she said, sounding a little breathless.

“Was there something in it that confused you?” Alex asked, and you could hear that she was enjoying putting this girl in her place.

“No, Doctor Blake,” she said, fingers beginning to twirl her hair.

“Then I can see no possible reason for you to be interrupting my date,” she said.

“Right, yes, of course,” she said, “sorry.”

“Luckily for you, our plans have changed. You keep the table and the drinks.”

She placed the mugs down on the table and stepped around, holding a hand out for you. You took it, letting her pull you up from the table, hand easily sliding around your waist to rest on your hip. She lent down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips, stealing your breath.

“I believe you mentioned something about devouring,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head, “uh huh.”

“Then I suppose I’d better take you somewhere else.”

She turned back to Candace.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, practically dragging her out onto the street. She was laughing, low and throaty, and it was making your skin tingle. She held the car door open for you, the warmth in your heart like molten lava.

“So what were you talking to my student about?” she asked, the casualness catching you off guard.

“She had some opinions about our relationship,” you replied, “how many of your students have crushes on you?’

“Twelve.” Her eyes darted over to you before focusing on the road, “jealous, sweetheart?”

“Only because they’re able to watch you teach every week,” you said with a shrug, “if you’d been my professor that number would have been thirteen.”

“Lucky number thirteen,” she hummed, “Candace was trying to warn you off, then?”

“I suppose she thought she could get to me,” you said as her hand slipped onto your thigh, “she was wrong.”

“How did she think she was going to do that?” she asked.

“It’s not important.” You shook your head.

“How?”

You sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to like the answer.

“She said you were too old for me. Called our relationship a midlife crisis.”

“And what do you think?” Her voice was being too careful and she was staring at the road.

“I think we’re perfect the way we are,” you replied, “and I wouldn’t change anything about you. I’ve never been happier than I am with you.”

Her eyes darted to you then back to the road again. You threaded your fingers through hers, still resting on your thigh. She gave them a squeeze.

“But do you know what I’m more interested in than your student?” you asked.

“What, sweetheart?”

“All the ways you’re going to devour me when we get home,” you said.

Her fingers tightened and her eyes darkness.

“Oh, my darling girl. I hope you didn’t have plans this evening. You’re going to be busy until tomorrow.”

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[marc-spectorr]

Fluff prompt #6 + Marc Spector please!

ˣ pairing: marc spector x reader

ˣ prompt: “i like it when you say my name.”

ˣ warnings: 1.3k wc. mentions of pregnancy. tons of fluff.

ˣ a/n: i swear the idea of this was made prior to all the baby talk these last few days okay. but hope you enjoy hehe xx

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“Hmm… What about Oliver?”

Marc shakes his head, his dark, messy curls bouncing ever so slightly. The way he looks ethereal, bathed in a soft golden glow of the dipping sunlight, has your breath hitching and heart fluttering wildly.

Thankfully he’s used to this— you staring, regarding him as if he’s a glorious statue sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Gazes intertwining, his smile distracts you for a stolen moment. Not on purpose, but it’s almost always like that with Marc. You’d never seen a prettier smile than his, though he’d argue that yours is by far more beautiful. But there’s something about his smile that simply dazes you— makes you feel like you’re floating in an endless state of bliss.

It’s quite hard to believe at times that Marc is the one you call yours. Falling in love with him had come so unexpectedly, but very easily as if it were all meant to be. Five years and counting, with your first child on the way, you still find yourself falling deeper and deeper. You could only imagine the immense love your heart holds for him… and your little one.

Speaking of which, you cross off yet another name from the list visualized in your head.

“Okay… maybe we can call him Matthew?”

Your input is met with the briefest of silence, followed by a quiet, resounding no that leads you to let out an exhale.

“Huh, who knew naming a kid would be this difficult?” Marc chuckles, his chest reverberating under your ear as the arm around you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer. “We’ve gone through how many names now— 10? 20?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we already hit the 50 mark, to be honest,” you return, eyes flickering up to meet his warm, café gaze. “Plus, we still need to come up with a middle name. It would really help if you gave me three or four suggestions. Every name I’ve brought up, you didn’t like.”

“It’s not that I don’t like those other names. I just don’t think any of them suit our little guy— get what I’m saying?”

You hum softly in response, featherlight fingertips slowly drawing shapes into his tanned skin. “So, now what? Are we going to wait until he’s born to name him?”

“I guess so,” he answers with a shrug. “Naming a baby is a big responsibility, and our son will be stuck with whatever name we choose for the rest of his life. It has to be perfect.”

A gentle hand then comes to rest on your grown belly. With a tender smile, Marc soothes the pad of his thumb over the swell of your stomach.

It still leaves him awestruck, the fact that he’s going to be a father soon. He’d painted the nursery walls and assembled the crib and other furnishings nearly a month ago. Though it felt even more real after spending the entire morning of today helping you pack the hospital bag.

A few weeks more, you’d remind him earlier. Just a few weeks more, Marc would finally have the family he’d always wanted— the one he’d always dreamed of having with you.

“Come on, Marc, we gotta think of at least a few,” you urge him with a small laugh.

He gives you a look. A sweet one, at that. Earthy brown orbs gaze at you adoringly; they mesmerize you, seamlessly indulging in delight at the mere flawless sight of you cuddled at his side.

Only Marc could reduce you to a puddle with those sparkling eyes.

You sincerely hope that your son inherits them. Those eyes, those curls, the smile that you’d never tire of seeing. Perhaps even the sound of his laughter, if it were possible.

You wish that your son would grow up to become the good man Marc is. The world could truly use another Marc Spector to brighten up everyone’s lives, the same way your Marc has done to yours.

“What about Marc?” you blurt out in the open, smiling softly.

“Marc?” he repeats. His features are unreadable, but the furrowing brow at your idea gives his puzzlement away.

“Yeah,” you nod, fingers twirling at the stray strand of hair splayed on Marc’s forehead. “What if we name our baby Marc?”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because why not?” comes your counter as you prop yourself up on one elbow. “Be it his first or middle, I want to name our baby after his father, my wonderful husband. The man who would do anything and everything for the two of us and who would love and protect us fiercely no matter what.”

Marc pauses, his mind undoubtedly reeling this all in. There are instances when he’s unable to see himself the way you see him. He’d slip into these fleeting moments of self-doubt and self-deprecation from time to time, an unfortunate habit following his tragic past.

You’re certain that this is one of those moments.

So you do the only thing that gets Marc to stop.

You kiss him.

Softly and sweetly, you press your lips against Marc’s, sensing the tension in his body slowly easing away. He clings to you as if you’re his lifeline, and you draw him in as close as you can.

The kiss seems everlasting. You want it to last forever, or at least as long as Marc needs it to. You’d say you love him a million times, but a kiss— this kiss— seals the promise, declaring the truth that you’re more than glad to remind him of for the rest of his life.

When it’s time to part, you leave Marc breathless. Breathless and grounded. All worries now a minuscule thought in the back of his head. He allows himself to bask at this moment, in this reality.

In this slice of heaven that you and he have built together.

The silence breaks at the sound of his delicate voice. “A-Are you sure?”

“Only if you agree, but yeah, I’m sure. I want to name our son after you, Marc.”

Marc’s smile reappears, and it reaches his tear-stained eyes. The corner of his mouth curls with your words, his hand remaining on your bump, caressing it. “I like it when you say my name, you know? Can’t exactly explain how it feels, but hearing you say it makes me the happiest man in the universe.”

Your heart swells at the touch and his admission.

You make Marc happy, but he doesn’t realize how much he makes you happier.

“So… what do you think?”

He takes a second to form a response. And as if he needs more convincing, your son gives a slight kick from inside your womb that catches you both by surprise. “Marc Jr., huh? You like that, buddy?”

Another set of kicks and they cause you and Marc to break into a fit of giggles.

“Little Marc Jr.,” you whisper. “Of course, we can give him a nickname, so he doesn’t get confused when he’s older.”

“Well, what if we settle on Marc as the middle name to avoid it?”

You ponder for a bit, then release a chuckle. “I’m good with that. But you know what this means, right?”

Marc tilts his head, his gaze narrowing as he shifts in bed, turning to you. “What does it mean?”

“It means we’re back to square one on first names.”

A playful groan escapes Marc’s parted lips, and with a kiss dotted on your nose, he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “Back to the drawing board, we go.”

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

How ADA members react to you telling them you like being tickled

Atsushi:

"Oh cool!... what's that?" poor Atsushi doesn't know what tickling is and stares at you expectantly with curious cat eyes

It was embarrassing enough to tell him that you liked being tickled, but now you had to go into full-on detail to explain it to him?!

You somehow manage to tell him through stutters and your face heating up by the second.

Once it clicks on his head, he'd give you a warm smile and say "I'd love to try tickling you sometime, if you'll let me of course"

How could you say no to that?!

Dazai: @duckymcdoorknob

Kunikida:

He'd honestly feel delighted that you trusted him with something so intimate, not that he'd tell you that though.

He'd reassure you with a soft smile and a headpat, before switching back to his teasing grin.

"So... that means you'll let me tickle you whenever?~ Hmm... what if I made you ask for it, would that make it worse?~"

Prepare yourself, he'll do whatever it takes to turn you into a blushing, stuttering mess before the actual tickling begins.

Be ready for him to ghost over your spots and make you ask for tickles. But don't worry, he'll reward you with lots of cuddles afterwards~♡

In that moment, Kunikida felt something pop. It was actually his heart from how freaking adorable he found your shy confession over something so cute and innocent!

He'd try and fail to act all professional about it, cracking a soft smile and a small blush even though you were the embarrassed one

But his demeanor did calm down your nerves a bit.

He'd then proceed to ask you all kinds of questions like "what do you like about tickling", "favorite spot? Soft or rough tickles?" etc.

You could feel your soul slowly leave your body with each question but he'd reassure you

And he'd note down all your answers in his notebook, making a page dedicated to just that.

Ranpo: @nervousswitch

"I know" he'd reply nonchalantly to your confession, making your mouth gape open in shock.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, you're not that discrete about it. It doesn't take the world's greatest detective to figure that out~"

At that moment you wished you could just sink deep into the ground.

"Haha! Don't worry, I still find you adorable for it" he'd tease before pouncing on you, tackling you to the ground and straddling your waist.

"I don't even need to use super deduction to figure out your spots~"

Y/n was never heard from again/j

Yosano:

"Oh really? So you like it when I do this?~"

She doesn't waste any time trying out her newly learnt information. Already trying to find all your tickle spots.

"Laugh louder if I found a good spot~" she teased as her fingers would reduce you to a puddle of laughter and squeals

Kenji:

"Really? That's so cute!~ I bet you have a wonderful laugh! I'd love to tickle you sometime~"

How could you say no to that angelic face of his??

Although don't let that deceive you, with his strenght it'll be a piece of cake to hold you down.

Tanizaki:

"Aww that's... pretty cute actually~ Does that mean I can tickle you whenever now?" he'd chuckle at the sight of your blushing face, not like you were opposed to that.

He'd then constantly tease you at work, poking your side when you're not looking just to get a reaction.

"Haha, sorry! I can't help myself, you're just too cute~"

Kyoka:

She'd probably only think as tickling as a form of torture, so she asks you to explain why you like it so much.

Once you tell her about the more playful side of tickling, she'd remember back when her parents would tickle her. Such fond memories. It brings a smile to her face

"I'd be happy to endulge you whenever you'd like"

Fukuzawa:

Also has a hard time controlling himself from how cute he finds you in that moment.

"That's... interesting"

He wouldn't say much, letting his actions speak for himself.

He'd casually place you on his lap and give you the gentlest of tickles.

"Is this okay? Are you enjoying yourself?"

His questions were genuine as your comfort was his priority, but that didn't stop you from feeling flustered as heck!

#bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle hcs #tickle hcs

[sakumasmut]

head full of madara thoughts.... cw for cnc, masc reader//

experiencing madara yume delusions… i wish he was real so he could overstim me until i cry even if i'm asking him to stop (without calling the safeword obv) just bc he likes when i cry…. kissing away the tears but not slowing down or anything, just calling me his good boy for crying for him and being so pretty while he's absolutely destroying me.

he loves when you scratch at his back desperately for something to hold onto, he likes the pain as much as he likes seeing it on you <3 he's gonna go for multiple rounds ofc, wanting to fill you up as much as he can and to make you totally crumble beneath him. he loves seeing you so vulnerable and so full of his cum.

he'd only be satisfied when you're barely conscious, reduced to a puddle in his arms, but of course by then he'd immediately go back to his loving, doting self <3 he'd do everything he can to clean you up, and of course ask to make sure you're okay with him getting up to get water for you. there's probably some by the bed just in case you're feeling extra clingy, but even then, if you needed anything but didn't want madara to get up, he'd probably just carry you with him lol <3 he's so big and strong and sweet, i've been a little obsessed with him lately. you can't tell me he's not into at least a little darker shit. obviously with how protective he is of you it'd take a lot of negotiation to get him to agree to any cnc with you, but it's a big fantasy of his

-🍓

mmm sooo true honestly. I think he eats those scenes right up esp because he keeps painting himself as this bad person. so let him pretend to be one, let him ruin you and make you cry, let him fuck you so hard and for so long you can’t feel your legs, and afterwards cuddle up to him and lavish him in praise while he kisses your sore spots

#nsft es!! #thirsts #madara mikejima smut #🍓

[scummy-writes]

Hi Scum! I know you got that Clavis brain rot so could you write day day 23/ face sitting with the phrase “Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess.”? I wish to sweetly bully this man 😩 Thank you so much and good luck with your requests.

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Words: 1865

Pairing: Clavis/Reader

Tags: Vaginal oral, Face Sitting, Femdom (Gentler flavor), 69'ing (a bit)

Note: I took some requests based on @xxsycamore's kinktober prompt list, and this prompt comes from that!

It was odd how much seemed to change when roles were reversed.

Clavis chuckled hoarsely, eyes darting to attempt following your finger as you trailed it down his chest. The smooth rope encircling his torso started from his sternum and finished at his hips, keeping his arms bound to his sides. He couldn't touch you as he wanted like this, and it was good. Because, for one, it allowed you to do this: sitting prettily on top of him, keeping him pinned down to his plush bed.

For once, Clavis was going to be unable to reduce you to a puddle with his teasing kisses- sapping away all your thoughts before you had a chance to admit to fantasies you wanted to play out.

You suspected he had a purpose of taking charge and spoiling you in such a way. Perhaps he foolishly thought you worked too hard to lift a finger in the bedroom, that he was doing you a favor by ravishing you in delight, night after night.

And while you admitted it felt wonderful, you were tired of Clavis consistently having the upper hand.

Your finger stopped at the button of his trousers, and you toyed with it idly, enjoying how his breathing grew slower the longer you took. His gaze had given up on following your hand, and instead focused on the way your sheer nightgown left nothing to the imagination. You could see the heat in his eyes as he swallowed, pondering what he was going to say, but you rolled your pretty hips to grind against his clothed cock, and caused him to groan instead.

"Dearie me, what did I do to deserve this punishment?"

"Hm? Why do think this is a punishment?"

Clavis licked his lips, smiling and giving a playful strain to his restraints, "normally when I'm bound by rope, it's due to my wicked ways finally getting the best of someone."

"You don't think it could be a reward instead?

Another slow grind against him had his eyes fluttering shut, a conflicted smirk appearing.

"A reward usually doesn't feel like torture."

"Have some faith in your wicked accomplice, Clavis! Do you think I would force you to do something you hate?" You lifted your hips, watching his eyes flicker painfully- the relief against his aching cock gone. But, just as quickly, they widened as you repositioned yourself, resting your knees on either side of his head, "after all, you've made it clear how much you enjoy my legs by now."

His hungry gaze roamed over your thighs, and you had to fight back against rubbing your thighs together in anticipation as his tongue slowly wet his lips at the sight above him. 

"I had no idea my accomplice could be this wicked- where did you get those panties? I'll give you every ounce of gold I have to purchase more."

"Your gold already purchased this pair, and if you behave, I'll show the other pairs it bought."

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he finally tore his gaze from your lacy, crotchless panties, up to your eyes.

"And you said this wasn't meant to be a punishment."

“Would you like to know how a punishment from me would play out?”

Clavis held his tongue as your hand slowly made its way down your abdomen. Your fingers crept lower and lower, until you slid two between your pussy lips, spreading them to show him just how excited you’ve been to play with him today. You let your middle finger toy with your clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure to bring forth a sigh. 

You wanted it to be his tongue instead, and Clavis did too- the tip of his poking out between his lips and wetting them. But he kept insisting that what you had planned was a punishment, right? Set on teasing him, you slid your fingers further down, letting Clavis watch as you began pumping two inside of yourself. Each stroke brushed against that heavenly spot inside of you, your own hand well practiced in pleasuring yourself by now, and you let your cadence rise with breathless gasps. 

Playing up the moans rewarded you wonderfully, because Clavis finally spoke up with a hint of a heated growl to his words.

“What would a reward look like?” “I think now you have to work a bit for that, don’t you?”

Those same fingers that were inside of you pressed against his lips, and without any further command, Clavis opened his mouth, taking them in to lavish with his tongue. Feeling the heat of his mouth, and the way he suckled your digits to get every drop of your excitement off of them, truly made you impatient to have that tongue elsewhere.

With a pop, you slowly pulled your hand back. 

“Don’t you want to taste more, Clavis?”

“Yes,” he husked, eyes roaming over your drenched cunt.

“Then get to it before I truly decide to make you suffer.”

To his credit, Clavis could listen to your requests when he wanted to.

The moment you lowered yourself onto his waiting tongue, he was using it in earnest- lapping between your folds in long, slow licks to savor his favorite taste before moving to your swollen bud, gracing it with the attention it had been craving this whole time. The tip of his tongue flickered against your clit at just the pace to make your heart skip, arousal flaring as he immediately set to drive you wild. It was clear he was intent on drawing out praise quickly, but you didn’t want that. Not just yet.

You muffled your cry of pleasure, stubborn and not wanting to let him hear the noises he loved so soon. But that seemed to only make Clavis more determined.

Once he finally released your clit from his eager lips, he traced circles just shy of the sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt him smile against your pussy at another strangled moan being held back, but you ground against his waiting tongue with a mixture of impatience and frustration at him trying to toy with you.

“Clavis!”

The scold came out without a thought, but it caused him to finally relent. Maybe it was the edge of a pout laced with how you spoke his name, or perhaps he remembered almost too late your threat to make this into a true punishment for him.

He set to lapping at you more gently, letting you find your own rhythm to your pleasure. He diligently followed your breathless commands, whether it was to tease your entrance with that troublesome tongue of his, or to finish what he started with your swollen clit. Soon, he didn’t need to be told how to behave. The cadence of your moans began to instruct him instead, and Clavis followed every roll of your hips, working his tongue in such wonderful ways to make your inflections rise more and more.

It was then you realized just how long this had been going on, your pussy swollen and begging to be filled with something much more fulfilling than teases. You bit your lip as you tangled your fingers through his disheveled locks, keeping his head down as you lifted your hips and settled back, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

"Your face is a mess… A very pretty mess…" you mused, unable to take your eyes off of his handsome features.

His hair was strewn about from your tugging and pulling, and his eyes glowed with that feral heat that always made the depths of your warmth tremble with anticipation and need. A need to do away with the rest of his clothes and ride him with a ferocity that left the two of you breathless and motionless.

But what made you let out a low groan was your slickness coating his lips, and the slow, tantalizing way his devilish tongue licked his lips clean. He savored your taste, and you knew he felt the shudder that came over you when he gave a cocksure grin.

"What's the matter? Surely you're not tired of your favorite seat yet?"

You didn't grace him with a response, having to bite back a laugh when his eyes widened at you seemingly moving away. He opened his mouth to speak again, but only let out a low oh when you simply turned around- leaning over the length of his body with your cunt positioned back over his mouth.

"Just what are you getting up to, my lovely lover?"

The pads of your hands rubbed his inner thighs, and to your delight Clavis let a moan slip out- the heated puff of air against your pussy making you stifle one of your own.

"I did say tonight could be a reward for you, but you have to do something to earn a reward…" you unzipped his pants, letting out a sigh of delight at the visual treat it gave. His cock strained against his boxers, and when you pushed the fabric out of the way to let his length stand at full attention, you couldn't help the wave of excitement that washed over you. Finally, you were getting to toy with Clavis like you had been dreaming about for ages now…

"I want you to keep using your mouth for its intended purpose," you continued, lowering your pussy onto his mouth again, trying not to moan as he immediately began lapping at it diligently, "and if you cum before I give you permission to, you won't get to taste me for a week."

Clavis clearly wanted to protest at the proposed punishment- you felt him pause and try to pull away, but you didn't give him the chance and sat on his mouth again, instead drawing out a muffled moan.

Turning your attention back towards his cock, you paused. Letting yourself enjoy Clavis' mouth more, but also to think.

It was obvious that Clavis had control over himself- those nights where he constantly lavished you with his tongue and fingers without even unbuttoning his pants was proof enough. But, you had no idea how long he could last when your pretty hands toyed with his cock.

The moment you trailed a finger down the length, you watched his cock twitch- a heavy bob that had your pussy clench, remembering how delicious his cock felt buried deep inside you, teasing you with the same movement.

Loosely wrapping your fingers around him caused Clavis to pause his tongue, just for a moment. But a shudder ran through his body when you began an agonizingly slow pace as you pumped his cock, your soft lips pressing teasing kisses against his thick head. When your tongue lapped at his ridge, Clavis even took a moment to pull his face away from your drenched cunt, lightly biting your thigh in protest as a bead of precum formed on his tip.

"My my, Clavis, we've just gotten started. Don't tell me you're going to lose out on tonight's game already?"

Clavis only let out a strangled laugh in return, and you smiled, making note of how weak he was to your mouth.

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Well....! I hope you all enjoyed that. I certainly wasn't ever planning on writing Ikepri like...ever...and then Clavis caught me in a simping death grip and Clary sent in this request 😔. Face-sitting is very difficult for me to write, so this was a nice chance to practice at it a little more. I don't know if I made him sound Clavis-y, but I hope anyone who reads had fun with it. Please consider a reblog if you liked it 🙏

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[gins-potter]

🖊

Burzek & forgiveness

Set in a universe where Burzek didn't lose the baby, they moved in together but didn't get married, and are in that state between platonic and romantic that Burzek perpetually exist in. I could have done yet another fic where Kim apologises for pushing Adam away but I feel like I've done that scenario to death lately and I wanted to do something lighter and sillier and this fic came out.

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Adam watched Kim surreptitiously from the other side of the apartment, simultaneously terrified to attract her attention and terrified of what would happen if he continued hiding in the kitchen.

But approaching her would mean interrupting her while she watched television and ate ice cream.  And considering she was heavily pregnant and a mere three weeks out from her due date, Adam didn’t have a death wish.

But dammit those were tears sliding down her cheeks that he may or may not have been the cause of and there was no way he was letting the woman carrying his baby sit there and cry without doing something about it.

So he cautiously made his way out of the safety of the kitchen and crept towards where Kim was curled up on the lounge.

“Darlin’,” he said gently and Kim cut him the coldest side-eye that if looks could kill he surely would have been six feet under already.  “Come on, please don’t cry.”

Kim sniffed and wiped away some of her tears with the back of her hand.  “I’m not crying.”  She mumbled the lie around the spoon of ice cream in her mouth.

Adam sighed and took her hand.  She cut him another hard look but didn’t pull away.  “If this is about-”

Kim yanked the spoon free and said angrily, “I’m not crying because of you, I’m crying because of the stupid airport ad.”  She gestured at the television which was indeed playing the American Airlines ad that featured families tearfully reuniting and never failed to reduce Kim to a puddle of tears.

“Darlin’,” he said again and Kim visibly melted as he knew she would.  She glanced at him and he looked earnestly into her eyes.  “I’m really sorry I forgot you asked for chocolate ice cream.  I know vanilla just really doesn’t cut it with the pregnancy cravings.”

“You’re making me feel ridiculous,” she grumbled, trying to tug her hand away but Adam wouldn’t give it up.

“You’re not being ridiculous,” Adam said seriously.  “You’re eight and a half months pregnant, it’s the middle of summer, you’re allowed to get upset over whatever the hell you want to get upset about.”

“Even you getting me vanilla ice cream when I asked for chocolate?”

“Even that.  Now, do you forgive me?”

Kim’s lips twitched and she looked heavenward with a mock sigh.  “Oh, I suppose.”

“Great, because we’re going somewhere.”  Adam jumped up from the lounge, grabbed Kim’s empty bowl and set it aside before holding out both hands so he could lever her and her very round stomach off the lounge.

“Where?  Adam, it’s almost ten, and like you just said, I’m a million months pregnant, where could we possibly be going?”

Adam scooped up his keys from the side table and guided her towards the front door.  “To get chocolate ice cream of course.”

“Are you crazy?  I just ate an entire bowl of vanilla.”

“Yeah, but my girl wants chocolate so we’re getting chocolate.”

Adam glanced back at her, the door already open, and one eyebrow raised like he was wondering what was taking her so long.  So Kim just smiled, shook her head, and walked - walked, because she did not waddle no matter how pregnant she was - towards him.  Placing a hand on his chest for balance, she rose up on her tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you.”

Adam eyes’ were dark as he gazed down at her and murmured, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

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[dent-de-leon]

Oooh if you're taking the noticing trauma prompts, maybe 8 with widomauk?? 💜🧡

Hi! oh I do always love widomauk. Decided to go with something on Lucien's tragic backstory

Dark, twisting branches rise up to pierce the starry night. Gnarled, rotting roots reclaiming ancient ruins. But amidst the pitch black thorns and crawling vines, a soft glow pulses to life. A glimmer of radiance shining, beaming, flickering valiantly in the dark. Tender blooms that unfurl with all the light of full moon, velvety petals shimmering like stars. Budding flowering glistening in the night, ghost lights fluttering in the wind. 

Dainty claws reach up to pluck the nearest one, sparks igniting at his fingertips. 

“Deuces says these things bloom every night. Pretty, right?” 

Mollymauk passes him the flower with a playful grin, idly twirling the bioluminescent stem between his talons, admiring how the petals danced and twirled, spilling over in a puddle of gleaming moonlight. Gently, he presses it into Caleb’s palms. 

“Tried to eat one once,” he admitted cheerfully, pinching at a petal that looked particularly soft and luminous. “Made me see these ghostly fish things for days.” 

“Mr. Mollymauk,” he says. Softly. “What is it you wanted me to see?”

In the real, waking world, Caleb's calloused hands are stained with high quality ink for scribing spells. Beside him lays a bottle of pink sand from the far off shores of Rumblecusp. And tucked under his pillow, the most ostentatious peacock feather Mollymauk could find.

Caleb had poured over this spell for hours, the night before. Sharing dreams was a delicate art. Any visitor—any outsider—had to have the unconditional trust of their dreamer. They had to let you in, let you witness the most vulnerable part of them. He could only delve as deep into the depths of shattered memories and dark fears as Molly allowed. 

And he was still holding back. 

Molly offers him a wry grin. Eyes glazed and distant.

"The Blooming Grove is—don't get me wrong, it's beautiful, but—when I'm there, I start getting...twinges, of things. And whenever something creeps through, it's—it's not mine, but. It feels like it should be. Like it's always been there waiting for me."

As he speaks, the woods begin to change. Flowers wilt, vines tangle and twist and writhe, the wind falling to a hushed whisper.

The world is plunged into darkness, no stars or moon or sky, only the deep dark Emptiness that echoes a terrifying silence. When next there is shape, and light, and voice, it is only bleeding shadows and the barest sound, nameless fear gradually given form.

A puppetmaster runs her sharpened claws along strings that hang in the air like suspended beams of moonlight, just the slightest shimmer of silvery light. As she pulls and tears, loose limbs rise and fall—dangling, deadweight, drifting still and lifeless in the cool autumn breeze. 

Bodies hang limp, drifting, strung up like puppets on fine silver thread. Their skin sags, heavy and sallow, gaunt bones and decaying flesh. Faces ghostly pale, sunken and sallow. Little more than hollow, listless shades.

A puppet's lilting head jerks bolt upright, gazing right at Mollymauk. Their eyes are shiny and dark, glassy and bulging wide. Like a dead fish. Like something dredged up from the fathomless deep that you wish you'd never seen.

And then, gods—there's the smoke. It's a smell he knows far too well, choking on it in too many lifetimes and dreams, waking with a guttural scream and the bitter taste of ash.

Black clouds blotting out every breath of air, ash and soot stinging his eyes as they blur with tears, the sear of heat at the back of his neck, the white hot glare as flames roar to life and consume every puppet, every lie. A whole world of color and song and dance reduced to smoldering ash.

"Molly," Caleb bites out through gritted teeth as the pain hits, heart hammering in his chest, breaths coming too sharp too fast. Everything Molly feels, every little pang of guilt and festering regret, it all hits him full force and washes over his soul like a tidal wave. 

A warm hand lays over his. 

"You don't have to watch, love," Mollymauk whispers. "You don't have to see this." 

"Nein. I—I want to," Caleb says. I have to, he thinks, for he cannot look away. 

They have horns, these charred skeletons crackling in the flames. Curling spirals overgrown with flourishing lichen and moss and sprouts of ink black mushroom caps. Vibrant and beautiful even in their decay.

"Your family?" Caleb rasps. 

"No? Yes? I—I don’t know. It's all a bit fuzzy. There's...there was darkness. And the woods. And then fire—it’s. It's not pretty. None of it feels good. Nothing like any of Gustav's bullshit stories." 

He takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“And I have this terrible feeling like. Like it was all my own bloody fault.” 

Caleb almost barks out a dark laugh. Because of course this is it, that skeleton Lucien aways carried with him. Of course him and Bren were both one and the same, reflections in a broken mirror. Of course Lucien's hands were stained with the same blood, the same wallowing guilt and regret—

Caleb reaches for him, something solid and grounding in this word of the ever ephemeral and phantasmal--something real. Fingers grazing his cheek in a tender caress, meeting his distant, empty gaze across the blaze of fire and scattered lives.

“I. I am so sorry that happened to you.”

You. Molly flinches at the word, still grappling with what parts of himself to excise from Lucien’s city of death and rot and what was salvageable enough to keep.

“Nein. Whatever you may think—the person you are now is…a good person. A kind person. Someone who leaves every place better than they found it.”

Molly's gift is still loosely cradled in Caleb's grasp. The flower’s glow has dulled now, its petals starting to wane and shrivel with each shadow that passed over Molly's heart. But even as the dream warped and twisted, this little beacon of light still endured. And when Caleb tucked a stray lock of hair behind the tiefling’s ear, the flower fit just perfectly there.

Nimble fingers pluck at the heartstrings of a harp, the light trill of Feywild spirits dancing in the night, turning his mind from darker thoughts and too much lost time.

And in the drifting, phantom logic of dreams, Caleb does not question it when the Moon begins to laugh and sing.

#widomauk #mollymauk #hm im not sure how i feel about this still or if it got to where i want it but it was fun to try! #this one goes into some of the darker stuff from lucien's backstory so warning for that

[eunchancorner]

If this ain’t adding too much onto your requests, a tickle fight between Rob, Radford, and Robin? Whether le unnamed little sister is added is up to you

WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE WANT THE BLONDIE SIBLINGS LMAO Not complaining ofc I love them

Lers Robin, Radford and Robert , Lees Robin, Raford and Robert

Warning: cussing and mention of eating animal parts

Word count: 1184

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Robin sighed as she plopped down on the couch, right next to her two brothers.

“She’s finally asleep…” she breathed, remembering how hard it had been to get the youngest blonde down for bed, after going through various stories and little chores for her.

“Yeah, we heard the struggle. Something tells me she was just stalling the whole time so she didn’t have to go to bed,” Radford theorized with a small, amused smile, which only grew as he saw his twin grow angrier.

“That little- You know what?” she asked, cooling down, “I can’t even blame her. I remember when you used to do that.”

“Wh- hey!” he complained, earning a small laugh from Robert, who was sitting on his other side.

“I wish I could’ve seen that. Dang it, Mom, you should have had me sooner!” the shortest in the room complained, shaking his fist at the sky.

“Well, at least she had you soon enough so that you could watch late night TV with us,” Radford consoled him. “Wanna watch Fear Factor?”

“Heck yeah!”

“Heck no!” Robin interjected, “That show is gross! You know how I am about animal organs.”

“Awwwww, big sis can’t take a little bit of nasty?~” Radford teased.

“Listen, I’m just saying, if they only used live animals and stunts, I’d be way more on board with watching it.”

“But the gross factor is the fun part!”

“I feel like you two watching me getting grossed out is the fun part!”

“But it’s so cool!”

“They ate reindeer nuts and pig uteri!”

“The reproductive organs of animals are really nutritious!”

“They sucked fluid out of braided up cow intestines and then drank it! I was drinking milk when I watched that episode and couldn’t finish it!”

“That sounds like a skill issue!”

“Oh my godddd, stop arguing so we can watch something!” Robert finally piped up, cutting the twins’ argument short.

“We’ll watch Who’s Line Is It Anyway, how about that?” Robin finally compromised, snatching the remote out of Radford’s hand and changing the channel before he could object.

“Ugh, rude,” he complained, crossing his arms and slumping against the back of the couch.

“Don’t make me take care of that attitude, Rad, I’ll do it,” Robin warned him.

“Try me, bitch.”

“I wouldn’t say that, considering which one of us is at risk for a serious tickling right now.”

“I would say you’re in just as much danger as me, sis!”

“Oh, really? Rob, get him!”

Robert, unable to resist a chance to be a playful little goofball, leapt onto his older brother, getting in a single squeeze to the ribs and was rewarded with a yelp from the taller before he was scooped up and pinned to the couch, Radford squeezing at his sides.

“C’mon, Robin, I know you can do better than that. You think that just because this little goofball was beside me that he could tickle me all on his own?” he playfully scolded his sister as his little brother was reduced to a puddle of laughter at his hands.

“RAHAHAD! RAHAD NOHOHOHO! ROHOBIHIHIHIN! HEHEHELP!!” the smallest squealed, reaching for his sister in an attempt to maybe drag her into this.

“Plan B!” she announced before leaping at her twin, wrapping her arms around him and yanking him down so he was pinned against her, before scribbling at his ribs. He squealed and tugged at her hands, kicking as best he could and squirming in her hold.

“Nohoho wahahait! Rohobihihin nohoho!!”

“Robin no, what?” she teased, looking over at the still-giggling little brother. “Wanna help, Rob?”

“Oho yeah!” he popped up enthusiastically at the offer, scooting over to the older two and attacking his big bro’s belly, causing him to let out the highest squeal they’d ever heard from him.

“PFT- Aww, Rad, what was that?” Robin cooed. She’d hadn’t heard him make a sound like that since they were kids.

“Shuhut uhuhup! Nohot cuhuhute!” he argued, attempting to curl up and hiding his blushing face. Even HE didn’t know he could squeal like that, it was way too embarrassing and he wanted nothing more than to hide.

“I’ll have to disagree, it was pretty dang cute, wasn’t it, Robert? … Robert?”

He was gone. It seemed that while Robin was busy cooing over her twin’s squeal, Robert had snuck off.

“Where did he- EE-” she let out a squeak as she felt something poking her back and whipped around to see the very little brother that had snuck off.

“Hi,” he grinned before scribbling at her back, making her squeal, nearly letting go of Radford but somehow holding strong.

“Nohoho! Dahammit Rohohob C’MEHERE!” she ground out the last word and snatched up the little blonde with one arm, holding (and still tickling) her twin in the other, making him squeak in surprise. She held him close and clawed at his belly, eliciting another squeak and bright, bubbly giggles and making him curl up around her hand.

“Youhu’re sohoho mehehean!” Rad complained half-heartedly, as though he didn’t enjoy every chance he had to laugh his heart out.

“Mean? Excuse me, who here wanted to watch a show that grosses me out, and then tried to act like he was some big man when I told him to screw off?”

“Shehe- She’s gohot youhu thehehere, Rahahd!”

“Hey, don’t act like you’re out of the woods, you little traitor. I ask for your help, but all you do is distract me with the cutest squeal I’ve ever heard Radford make-”

“Shuhut uhuhup! NOHOHO nohohot the bahahack!!” Rad attempted to argue before being immediately shut down by his worst spot being targeted.

“- And then try to tickle me!”

“Ihi suhucceheheedehehed! Youhu’re juhuhust fahahast!” Rob argued.

“Either way, I’m not gonna stop tickling either of you until you both apologize!”

“”Neheveheheher!”

“Ihin youhuhur dreheams!”

She sighed dramatically at the two. “Then I guess you leave me no choice…”

Suddenly she was kneading at Robert’s side as she poked and prodded along Radford’s shoulder blades, eliciting bright squeals and loud laughter from both boys, Radford quickly tapping out with a rushed “IHI’MSORRYI’MSOHORRYSTAPSTAPSTAP!!”

Robin let her twin go, now focusing on the little brother caught in her arms, holding him close as she squeezed and kneaded his sides, making his cackles go pitchy and squeaky as he tugged at her hands and kicked his legs, squeaking out the best apology he could muster. Just like that, the tickles stopped, Robin still holding him close as he calmed down.

“Suhu- suddehenly Who’s Line Ihis It Ahanyway doesn’t sohohound toho bad…” Rad giggled out as he regained his composure, sitting up and leaning against his twin.

“I knew you’d come around… but,” she yawned, “now I’m tired.”

Robert moved to snuggle up between his two older siblings. “Well, that’s what cuddle piles are for…” he mumbled, a little sleepy himself.

That morning, as the smallest blonde emerged from her room, she came across the sight that was no doubt the product of the noise she’d heard last night; her three older siblings snuggled up and snoring away on the couch.

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Two of these asks look like they were sent by the same person lmao

#eun writes #sm #spooky month #sm tickles #spooky month tickles #sm robert #sm radford #sm robin #spooky month robert #spooky month radford #spooky month robin #ler!robin #ler!robert #ler!radford #lee!robin #lee!radford #lee!robert #ticklish!robin #ticklish!radford #ticklish!robert

[lowlyroach]

394) Who Sent You?

Something has to snap, right?

Is it my steadily declining psyche

You-

Yell at me

We stay at the creek

In the trunk

I bring you a smoothie

I don’t really touch mine,

Too busy staring at you.

You’re mad, you said over the phone

I smile as you ream into me

My self-destructive appetite

That forms so eagerly in your absence

How do I keep that at bay?

How do I make you stay?

Not your fault

It's not like it had ever gone away.

We stare at each other for a bit

Don’t say a word

So, who sent you?

You forgot the cards

So, we just talk afterward

About the tattoo shop

About Plunger, your old turtle

Who’s name I forgot

I only remembered it was silly

NOT AGAIN! I'LL REMEMBER!

We talk about my grandparents house

Want to stay there for a week, with me?

It’ll be like that Christmas where I wished to hold you

But never could

When I stared at the mirror

Wanting to materialize through it and find you

Christmas was for the ones we love

Why was I here, with family?

I only wanted to be with you

Maybe in the winter, huh

After your wedding

Keep making all our plans for the winter

I don't think you'll follow through

I think that's the plan, though

You want me to crush your hand

To punch it as hard as I can

To see how it feels

And you do the same but I

Can barely feel it

How can hands like those

Reduce me into nothing but a puddle?

I want to be absorbed into you

Like water into sand

Build a castle with me, won’t you?

Tell me, who the hell sent you?

Oh, how do I explain the roller coaster

Of my butterflies

As you treat me like a dog

Pinch my ear and pull my cheek

Push my chin to the side

Oh I want to collapse, I feel so weak

Grab my hair like you did before

Such wonderful hands I gasp for more

I soar! I soar!

Why am I so into everything you do?

I want to kiss you

You want to slap me harder

I tell you to do it

So, we practice

Rubbing my thumb provocatively

Driving me crazy

When I catch your throat in my hand

You always lick your lips

I stare at your tongue when you do

Press my thumb to your mouth

You smile

Barely open it and hesitate

Tease me without meaning too

I love those teeth

That smile is heavenly

I’ll tease you back

Massaging your thighs

Watch as your eyes flutter

Your hands grasp the air with frustration

Teach you patience

Good girl.

I can feel the heat through the body suit

As I move further up

Then-

Around

Never too close

Only for a moment

Will I press up against you

My finger teasing

“That feels way better”

Than what?

I should’ve asked what you meant

Instead, I indulge in your pleasure

You are at my mercy

I delight in your beauty

You tentatively show me how wet you are

Enticed I want to hold you to me

This sensation, new to me

So many things I feel with you

That I feel with no other

I’ve never been turned on by how turned on the other person was

Always indifferent

“What if I just did it myself?”

You ask,

As if I wouldn’t stop you

I place your own hand between your leg

Show me that frustration

You are too shy

But I was only going to let you for a second

Before I pinned you to the blanket

Stupid girl, you had no clue?

I stare down your shirt hungrily

I try to be respectful with your skirt

Your leggings

You put your hair up and I give you a massage

I try to take in all of your beauty

How do I fit into this heaven?

Can I only have you for a moment?

Once a week?

Is anyone meant to be this happy?

Is it meant to be impermanent?

Is this some forbidden fruit?

I’ll eat it down to the core.

The cyanide will only kill me, eventually

That sounds worth it

Hey, by the way, who sent you?

You tell me to sit on top

I straddle you

Tell you to peg me just like this

Half-joking

And you look so gorgeous like this

I search my brain for words to compare

Perfect to the pores

Dreamy and divine

What words fit your visage here?

I stumble over them,

What fucking word fits more than heavenly?

I can only think of one thing

I ask it

"Who sent you?"

Where did you come from, Lovebug?

Surely somewhere Heaven originates from

So dreamy to me

Let me see the world with your ease.

Who sent you?

To keep me shackled without due

I was made for us, it's true

it's true

I might've missed it

Who did you say sent you?

Surely you transcend even the bounds of heaven

You are the vista of spring

I stand in the winter and wait for your bloom

Permission for life to continue

You tell me I am beautiful here

I feel beautiful, here

Like I am more than I am

I was made for this harmony

Tell me you don’t feel the same

Shatter my illusions

My delusions

Rip me off like a band-aid

Why are you doing this?

This is my favorite moment, here

“Our skin is the same color,

We are the same person”

These things you say

What do you want me to do with them?

I pick them up and I try to hold them

How impossible a task you’ve given

What sense will I etch into my skin?

Made from the same star

We are drawn to each other

So, stay with me, stupid girl

I would love to call you mine

Still, I abstain

Are you a coward?

Or are you certain in this decision?

What do I do with those words?

I pick them up

I carry them with me

How do I put them down again?

Let me take us somewhere else.

Let me know who sent you.

I want to take off my shirt again

As you trace my arms and body

I want to feel your fingertips

Can I really live like this?

In these fleeting weekly moments?

To hold you

I love you always

Never faltered

Is this something I really wasn’t

Meant to find?

To hold onto your bones

Till the end of time?

The way you kiss my cheek when I lie on my stomach

Who sent you, Lovebug?

Are you some assassination attempt?

Is this some cruel joke with a twisted plot?

You're my purpose. no matter what I got

Someone dare you to do this?

Maybe God made you and then sent you to torment me

You the Devil's hireling?

You got a different accent under that American one?

British super spy or an undercover Russian?

I hate that you’re with him

I’m left alone

Why do you still come around?

Why not make me a home?

Whenever you get the chance

I'd love to hear

Who sent you?

And who is taking you away?

Why did you have to go?

Stay with me

Stay with me

#writing #poem #poetry #spilled ink #twcpoetry #poeticstories #who the hell made you to be so perfect with me #just come here. come home to me #I'll break this world for you #I'll build it back a hundred times better #had this one sitting around for a while.. finally got to finish it.. i think its finished anyway who tf knows just in case #WORK IN PROGRESS!!

[lexa-griffins]

🌻🍒⚡️

🌻 favorite funny quote from a published work

This one is from chapter 8 of Double Edged Sword and I remember laughing quietly as I wrote it because once I did it I remembered Octavia is canonically a cannibal for a while so it made it funnier is slightly meta 😅 For context, they are assessing a dead body that was found in a burning barn.

“It might lead us somewhere after forensics takes a look at it.” She finally concludes, dropping her arm. As she does, her stomach crawls embarrassingly loud. Right, she has yet to put anything in her stomach that wasn’t coffee. “Are you okay there Griffin?” Murphy asks mockingly. Clarke lips press against each other as she tries not to laugh. Honestly, today might as well be the day where her stomach embarrasses her, why not add insult to injury? “Was it the vague smell of barbecue that got you? Because it certainly got me!” Octavia whispers as she gets close to Clarke. Clarke can’t help the baffled look that sets on her face, “What the fuck Octavia?!” In response, Octavia throws her hands slightly in the air, “Sorry, I’m hungry and, clearly, so are you!” Clarke stares at the old watch she keeps on her left wrist at all time, the leather band weathered by time, “It’s nearly eleven thirty, let’s wrap it up here and go for lunch.” Octavia opens her mouth and Clarke can already predict what she’s going to say. “Absolutely no barbecue.” She shuts the younger detective down before she can even make a sound.

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

I never miss an opportunity to share something from my Light wip 🤭

Once Clarke’s lips find the scar that adorns Lexa’s skin right above her stomach, she pauses. It’s grim reminder and of all the scars she carries, the circular star shaped is the one she wishes the most she could make disappear. She remembers very little of that month, flashing in and out of consciousness during most of it, an entire month of her life gone as she fought for her life. Six years after the fact, Lexa is still awoken by the violent memory of the gunshot more often than not but she is here, alive, breathing and loving, so eternally grateful for the life she is allowed to continue living, alongside Clarke and the child that will join them. “What does it feel like?” The wonder and love were ever so present in Clarke’s voice, speaking as if Lexa was otherworldly, a goddess amongst men for doing something as human as carrying their child. And Lexa has never feel as human as she does right now. "Like there is light inside of me."

⚡️ wild card: dealer's choice of quote from a completed work

Going for one-shots again, Morning Workout and Lexa being reduced to a lesbian puddle because of her wife's abs 😌

That is something she doesn’t think she’ll ever find it in herself to complain about. Below soft skin there’s the hardness of muscle that moves as Clarke flexes it, reminding Lexa that all the working out her wife’s been doing does pay off. Now without help, Lexa allows one hand to stay on the toned stomach while the other moves up just enough to cup the underneath of Clarke’s generous breast, Lexa feeling her breathing becoming heavier as she does.

Thank you so much for the ask :D

Quotes ask game for fic writers

#letter opened #au: light #:D

[celestialking]

Ninetails

◇ NSFW 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ◇ You will be blocked ◇

Finished Writing: February 9, 2022

Pairing: C!Dream , AFABFox!Reader

Warnings: afab, fox!reader, heat, photography, degrading, breeding, dumbification, smidge of orgasm denial, “master”, 

A/n: idk what happened here, i wrote it in like an hour

You didn't know what you and Sam were, not after all the things he had done. The most recent kidnapping being your last straw you left. Part of you wished you had stayed a few more days for Sam to be able to satisfy your heat. The beginning of your heat slammed into you while visiting Kinoko. "M fine, just going to leave now," you gave a pained wave to Sapnap and Karl. The pair exchanged a look but shrugged it off. You stumbled carelessly to your house chucking things recklessly around your living room. 

Too bad you didn't notice someone following you. 

Now you were laying on your stomach, hips raised slightly as you plunged two fingers into your hole. Your heat had fully grasped onto you, turning you into a puddle of warmth. You hadn't even noticed him standing there, instead trembling and whining for something better than your own hand. Your ears were flattened, and tail curled up around you, desperate to ride out this heat. You sobbed cumming again, slick covering your fingers, but it wasn't enough. You needed to be bred. 

Dream slowly dropped his sword against the ground creating a small thud. Your eyes shot open, hazily focusing on him. He couldn't tell what noise you made, somewhere between a trill and a yip, but he knew what it meant. You were calling out to him. Had you more sense you would have remembered this is one of your number one enemy. Dream needs to be locked back up in the prison again, but your mind was already too far gone, clouded by lust and need. You made the sound again and Dream grinned, beginning to shed most of his armor, his clothes following soon after. He had only planned to get some information about Sam from you, but this was so much better.

"Poor little vixen, let me help," he moved in front of you, tapping his cock against your lips. "Be a good girl," he cooed. 

Dream barely finished his sentence before your mouth dropped open, enveloping him between your lips. He groaned as you began to please him, he originally was just going to fuck your mouth, but you had taken control far too quickly, leaving him breathless. "Nng fuck, wait," he gripped your hair pulling you off. He wouldn't admit it, but your mouth was magic, and he was all too close to cumming and he could think of a better place to do that. Slowly he climbed up onto the bed with you taking a moment to touch every bit of uncovered skin. Dream moved up onto his knees behind you, his hand curved down your back and over your ass. You were trembling in anticipation. The light teasing touches were unlike him, and each drag of his finger lit your skin on fire; his touch burning you. He watched you wiggle a bit before looking back at him with the most desperate expressions. 

"Please," you whined. 

Dream sucked in a sharp breath. 

Begging? God this was really the icing on the cake. "Hm?" He hummed innocently. 

Sam was going to love to hear about this. 

"Please, please, please," you repeated sobbing. 

Your tail moved to try and curl around him, to bring him closer. Dream slowly inched forward. He liked this version of you. Reduced to a whimpering trembling mess with nothing but his cock on the brain. This power surge was like no other. His fingers slowly gripped your hips pulling them up and rutting his cock against your hole a few times. 

"Hm, I don't know," he trailed off. 

You cried pushing back. "Please, dre please fuck me, m need it," 

"You need it? In that case," he began to push in slowly. He couldn't help but groan, you wrapped around him perfectly, squeezing him just right. "This what you needed all along, princess? Just needed a cock to satisfy you?" 

You agreed whimpering. 

Dream pulled back and slammed into you fully. His pace was brutal, but you didn't care. "Could have been anyone and you would have spread your legs for them, just a dumb little fox," his harsh words just added to the fuzz of your muddled mind. Best decision of his life to follow you. 

Your tight heat attempted to suck him back in everytime he pulled back. Responsive as well. It wasn't long before Dream found himself cumming, his cock twitching. You whined thinking it might be over now, he would just finish you on his fingers, to your surprise however Dream began moving again fucking his cum deeper into you. You didn't even try to squirm away instead taking everything he gave you. Dream's head spun. He hadn't really needed to be so rough with you. You were putty in his hands, perfectly pliant. Letting him take what he wanted, eager to be filled by his cum once more. 

Sam had begged for him to leave you alone. Poor Sam. 

Maybe if Dream felt merciful, he'd take a picture to give to Sam later. Tell him all about how you begged for him to fuck and bred you. These thoughts fueled his thrusts, drilling you into the mattress. 

For a moment you couldn't moan, just gasps and pants. Your fingers dug into your bed sheets and you tightened around him. Dream continued fucking you through your orgasm. You should have known better though. He pulled you up by your hair. 

"You don't get to cum unless you ask, maybe your dumb heat filled mind will remember that, do it again and I'll stop," he snapped before letting you drop back down against the bed. 

As his hips snapped against yours, his hands moved to your tail and ears. "I've heard hybrids are a bit more sensitive," he murmured. "Especially here," his fingers worked their way into a spot near the base of your tail. "And here," he moved up towards the soft fluff of your ears. Your brain practically fried. 

"Need to cum," you whimpered. 

"Already? No," Dream grinned denying your orgasm. 

He leaned down pressing kisses along your shoulder blades. Each press of his lips against your skin became more feverish. The kisses turning into marks turning into small nips. Your sounds were like sweet music to his ears. Distantly he wondered if he could make you lose your voice from screaming his name. Tears pricked your eyes, desperately you needed to cum. Dream ignored your cries for a few moments instead choosing to mark you up a bit more. Hopefully they would stay for a long while, a reminder. 

"Please let me cum," you whimpered underneath him. 

"Fine cum, slut," he huffed, catching your clit for a moment with his thumb. 

"Thank you master," you sobbed, cumming around his cock. Your thighs trembled harshly as the orgasm fell over you. 

Oh fuck. 

Dream groaned, biting into your shoulder as he spilled into you. The sudden name set ablaze to his senses. "That's right," he grinned, pushing down on your head into the bed. "I am your master," although Dream wasn't a hybrid, all of his manhunts and being on the run had increased his stamina tenfold. He wasn't going to get tired any time soon. 

"Don't need Sam anymore do you?" 

You shook your head as best as you could. 

"No. Just need your master's cock," Dream chuckled, hips snapping into you. "Well don't worry my little vixen, I'll make sure you're pretty pink hole is stuffed every heat, make sure you're bred nicely,"

Dream filled you again, slowly rocking against you. He didn't want to pull out so soon. What a waste of cum if it were to drip out just yet, so he kept you plugged up with cock. The overstim and fatigue was slowly creeping up on him, but who could stop when you begged so prettily for him to cum inside once more. Dream draped himself over your body, practically laying on top of you. His cock lazily grinded into you, able to fill you with cum a few more times before stopping. 

Dream moaned as you clenched around him as if you were trying to make sure he had given you anything. Slowly he pulled out a tiny bit of cum trailed down your thigh. Then he realized. His cock twitched at the fact that all of his cum was still stuffed inside you, your body keeping it from leaving. One more before he leaves couldn't hurt right? 

Dream grabbed his cock furiously stroking. It wasn't long before cum splashed against your skin. 

What a perfect picture to give to Sam. Consider it Dream's last bit of payback. But... the thought of sharing such a picture made a spark of jealousy and possessiveness creep up. If there’s one thing, he didn’t like doing it was sharing.

His fingers spread you open gently. You whined, your clit and hole sensitive and puffy. Maybe another time he'd get a taste. If there even was another time. He cleaned you off a bit before starting to gather his things. As he turned to leave you made a small noise of disappointment. Dream glanced at you. 

"There's several days of heat you know," you slurred softly. 

An invitation. 

Dream grinned immediately, dropping his items. Looks like he'll be staying a bit longer. 

Sam would be fineee. Dream deserved a nice break didn’t he? With the way you were looking at him though he was starting to think maybe he wouldn’t ever leave.

He slipped into the bed, pressed up against you. 

“You start doing any manipulation bad guy shit and you’re gone, you’re only here for one reason,” you mumbled into his chest.

“So you admit i’m a good fuck,” he chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up,”

“Noted...” the silence was short lived. “You look good with my marks,”

He’d ask your opinion on Punz later.

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[azaleavi]

Angel

Summary: Bucky makes you breakfast, but he gets to eat something else.

Word count: 4.2k (what happened? lmao)

Warnings: fluff then smut then fluff again lol, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky is a tease, pet names

Author's note: I don't know what happened with this one lol. I had a little idea and it evolved into this. Pretty proud of this one so I hope you like it.

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The faint sound of music floating into the room woke you up from your sleep. You stirred in the bed, hands unconsciously searching for the warm body next to you, but it only found coldness. Eyebrows furrowing, you opened you eyes to confirm that Bucky was indeed not in bed with you. A quick wave of panic rushed through you until you remembered the music that was still playing somewhere in the house. Groaning and sitting up in bed you looked around the mess that was your bedroom. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Your mind wandered back to last night, when you couldn't wait to get home and rip the clothes off of each other, desire clouding both of your minds. You bit your lip at the memory as you stood up, contemplating if you should put on something before leaving the room. Fuck it. This was your home with the man you loved and if you wanted to walk around naked, you could. It's not like he hasn't seen you like this anyway.

Pushing the door open the music got louder as you followed the noise, finding the love of your life in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his underwear. He stood by the stove, cooking something as he swayed his hips to the 40s music that played softly in the background. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of you, watching him be consumed by his own world. He flipped the pancakes as he started singing the lyrics quietly, nodding his head along the beat. You loved moments like these. When he had peace and he could be whoever he wanted to be. When he could listen to whatever music he wanted to. You wished he could have had this for all his life. Just being a normal man with a normal life. But sometimes life has other plans for us and you didn't want to dwell on the what ifs, you just wanted to give him the most perfect life you could. And if that meant being woken up by 40s music and seeing him make breakfast as he danced along? Then you were the happiest person you could be.

He turned his head to the side, eyes widening as they landed on your frame at the entrance, a half eaten pancake hanging out of his mouth as he turned back to turn off the stove.

"Doll, you are awake" he bit off the piece that didn't fit in his mouth and quickly swallowed before speaking. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, you didn't" you shook your head, a smile on you lips from his antics. His blue eyes seemed to notice how naked you were as they traveled down your body. You tightened your arms in front of your chest, a little insecurity creeping into your mind under his intense gaze.

"Well, it is definitely a good morning for me" he smirked which made you let out a snort. "Come here, angel face" he held out his hand. Your body moved on it's own, like it was trained to do, gravitating toward his warmth. As you got close enough he grabbed your hand and he pulled you closer to himself, your bare breasts pushing against his chest. His palms brushed along your back from your shoulder, stopping at the curve of your ass, each hand squeezing one cheek. Arms going around his neck you pulled him down to press your lips to his soft ones. The kiss was slow and soft, lips teasing each other. His hands kneaded the meat on your ass. You kept pressing kisses on his mouth as you lifted you right leg up to his hips, one of his hands grabbing you under you thigh, the coolness of the metal a welcome feeling on your skin. You were starting to get wetter and wetter as he continued to massage your butt.

His pointer finger brushed against your entrance accidentally, making you let out a moan into his mouth.

"Look at you. Already so wet for me" he continued to brush his finger over you. Your hips started swaying back and forth, brushing against his cock under his boxers which made him let out a low growl.

"Bucky" his name left your lips in a whine. He bit your lower lip and pulled on it as his finger finally pressed between your folds, his hand still behind you. You pushed out your ass more to give him better access, your fingers gripping the back of his head.

"So greedy for my fingers, huh?" he circled you clit, making you throw your head back, your back arching more. He pulled his finger away, leaving you in a whining mess as you kissed down his jaw, trying to get him to touch you again.

"Please, Bucky" you ground your hips into him to get some friction on your aching pussy. He always had this effect on you. Reducing you into this mess as you begged for him to fuck you. With his cock or his fingers, it didn't matter to you, but you wanted something inside you. You loved that he was leading you during sex and using you however he wanted to. You did have your soft moments when you just slowly made love for hours, but right now you wanted him to fuck you on the table. And it seemed like he had the same idea as he lifted you up by your thighs, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You kissed under his ear, excited for what's about to come, your stomach compressing in anticipation.

He practically slammed you down onto the table, the air leaving your lungs in a single moan.

"You like it when I'm rough, babydoll?" he smirked into your neck, nipping at the skin where your neck met you shoulder. He knew the answer to his question very well as you told him multiple times that being manhandled during sex was a huge turn on for you. He had no problem with doing exactly that for you, his super strength making it easy for him to lift you up and throw you down on the bed whenever he wanted. He never went overboard with it, somehow always knowing just how much you wanted him to be rough without you having to say anything.

"You know that I do" you rolled your eyes. He pulled away from your neck to slam his lips onto yours, his tongue prying them open to explore your mouth. Not like he need much exploring as he knew you inside and out like the back of his hand. Your mouths moved in sync as your souls yearned for each other, bodies gravitating towards the other, wanting to be as close as possible.

His lips traveled down along your jaw then across your neck until he found your breasts. Giving you a few light bites along the curve, your nipples pebbled as you pushed his head closer to you, loud breaths leaving your lips. His hands grabbed you behind your knees and pulled you to the edge of the table, your wet pussy easily sliding across the surface, leaving a wet trail behind. Pushing open your legs, he stepped between them as your heart beat rapidly.

"Fuck- Bucky" you couldn't help but let the whines escape the confines of your lips. As usual, he didn't have to do much to leave you in a puddle for him. His mouth closed around your hard nipple, sucking on it, the sensation making you arch your back into his mouth. His lips kissed down your stomach, leaving bites behind, then he reached the skin just above where you wanted his lips the most. A few red patches were the only thing indicating that he was there as he moved even more down, kneeling on the hard floor, his face between your thighs. His gaze met yours as he looked up from under his eyelashes, making you bite your lip at how sinful he looked kneeling for you, ready to give you the pleasure you oh so desperately wanted. His hand brushed along your calves as he kissed from your knees to the inside of your thighs, just inches away from your center, that was dripping from his teasing.

"Buck- please" you whined, hips moving on it's own, hands gripping his hair as you tried to push him closer, but he was stronger. He loved having you like this. Just completely drunk on lust, wanting nothing more than to take all the pleasure he was willing to give you.

"You are so beautiful like this" he pressed his warm lips on your thigh in a soft kiss. A stark contrast to the images running through your head. "Open your legs a little more for me" he ordered and your body followed his words before they could even register in your hazy mind. He was the one kneeling, but you were given the orders. "Good girl" he praised you. The words going to your core in a new wave of wetness.

"-lease" you almost sobbed, not being able to take the emptiness you felt in your pussy for much longer. He put your legs on his shoulder and you almost whined again, thinking he was finally giving you what you wanted. But Bucky Barnes is a tease through and through, and you were his target for today.

"I love you, doll" he smirked up at you, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. You hated him. You absolutely hated him. That anger was short lived as he bit down on the meat on the inside of your thighs earning another groan from you. Pupils blown wide, you looked down to him and he thought you were most beautiful creature he ever came across. The morning sun shone through the window behind you, giving you an eternal glow. Hair tousled from sleeping, you looked like an angel, that came down from heaven just for him and he sure as hell won't let go of you. But that didn't mean he wouldn't tease you for as long as he could.

"Bucky" you drew out the last syllable of his name as he stood up, your legs falling from his shoulders, his nose brushing against yours.

"What is it, doll?" he pressed small kisses to the corner of your mouth, that stupid smirk never leaving his lips.

"Fuck me, please" you keened shamelessly, every rational thought leaving your mind.

"That's what you want? You want to be stuffed full with my cock?" his metal thumb brushed against your folds, your eyes rolling back into your head. Just one touch and you were already feeling so close to release.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please!" you almost shouted, hips going forward to push against his finger, but he pulled it away. Again.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he pulled on your earlobe with his teeth, his hands resting on your waist. At this point any touch he gave you sent electric shocks through your body. Your fingers pressed on the skin on his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent marks behind as your hands flew down to touch yourself if he wasn't going to do it, but he caught your wrists before you could even reach it. Damn him and his super-soldier senses.

"I guess the answer is no" he chuckled darkly as he pulled your arms up and urged you to wrap them around his neck. "You want to touch yourself, babydoll? Or do you want me to touch you?" his metal hand suddenly slipped between your dripping folds, pressing strongly against you. You let out a loud moan as he started circling your clit. Jaw hanging open you rocked your hips along his movements as he kissed down you neck. You felt the coil tighten in your abdomen.

"Don't stop- Bucky- please" you shouted, pulling him closer. The touch left your wet pussy, making you throw your head back. Your agony wasn't long lived as he knelt down and before you could even miss him, his mouth was wrapped around your cunt, sucking. Hard. You fell backwards on the table, back hitting the surface then arching off of it as his finger entered your warm walls. Your wetness made it very easy for him to add another finger, your hands pulling on his hair as your moans came after one another. His tongue moved up and down between your folds as his fingers massaged your wet walls in a fast pace. He hit the spot inside you that made you see stars, the sinful sounds enveloping the kitchen.

"Shit, Bucky- 'm close" your thighs closed around his head but he didn't care. His only mission was to give you the orgasm you so desperately wanted.

"Come for me, angel" he growled. Growled into your pussy, the vibrations sending you across the edge as you screamed his name, the coil snapping in your abdomen. He worked you through your high, only stopping when you slightly pulled away, your clit becoming sensitive. When he looked up at you he found you staring at the ceiling, mouth hung open, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Hearing your name leave his lips you looked down only to see him standing, his entire lower face covered in your juices and his lips sucking on his fingers that were inside you a few moments ago. This sight was enough to get you turned on again, making you bite your lip.

"Sweet as always" he mumbled as he pulled his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop. When he noticed you expression, the lust in your eyes, he brushed his palms up your thighs, leaning over your body to press a few kisses on your stomach.

"You still want more?" he nipped at your soft skin playfully, making you giggle. You were about to sit up when he climbed atop your body, his hands holding him up on either side of your head. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, he rut his hard cock against your pussy. He still had his underwear on, but it was barely able to contain his member.

"Will the table be able to hold us?" you sighed, barely being able to think clearly.

"Are you calling me fat?" he pulled away in mock hurt.

"Never" you pulled him down to give him a passionate kiss, your tongues pushing against each other as he continued to ground his hips against yours. You reached down to push the annoying clothing that was separating you, down, but struggled so he helped you out, his warmth leaving you as he climbed down to fully get rid of it. You leaned on your elbows to get a good view as his cock sprung free, leaking precum from the tip, making you unconsciously open your legs more for him. Bucky looked back at you, the sight of you so ready for him making him go feral.

Climbing up the table again he kissed up from your mound, between your breasts to your lips. His cock sliding between your folds left you breathless. His hard member massaging your clit drove you crazy as he kept moving up and down to gather your wetness. His lips moved against yours as the tip pushed past your entrance, making you moan into each others mouths. He kept pushing into your warm walls slowly, only stopping when he was fully inside you.

"You are so tight" he grunted, your pussy squeezing him in all the right ways. You clenched around him, making his arms buckle, his body almost falling on top of you. "I won't hold long if you keep doing that, babydoll" he mumbled the warning into your ear as he started moving in and out of you in a fast pace, making you keen and arch your back off the table, pressing your chest into him.

"Fuck- Bucky, yes!" you moaned, hips lifting up to meet his thrusts.

"You like this, don't you? Being fucked on the top of the table?" he moved faster into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder accompanied by the squeaking of the table. It's going to fall apart. "You want me to take you on every surface of this house. Am I wrong?" he placed you leg on his shoulder, the new angle letting him thrust deeper into you.

"Yes, Buck- yes" your voice cracked as he hit the spot inside you, mind so enveloped in desire that it didn't even register his question.

" 'm close" you moaned, his hand going to you clit to draw circles on it, your nails scratching down his back.

"Then cum for me. Make a mess on this cock" he snapped his hips against yours, the force slightly pushing you further up the table. "Be a good girl" another hard thrust made the coil snap in your body for the second time this morning as you shouted his name.

A few more forceful thrusts later he followed after you, his cum painting your walls with his seed. His warm body fell on top of yours as both of you were trying to catch your breaths. His cock was still inside you, keeping his cum from leaking out as you wrapped you legs around his waist, making him groan into your neck.

You always loved being as close to him as possible after the mind-blowing sex you had. Both of you still panting, he brushed his flesh fingers down your side, leaving goosebumps behind, until it reached your ass and he gripped it, making you let out a breath.

"Bucky" his lips latched onto your skin as he hummed in response. "I love you" you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, the other arm draped across his back, running up and down his spine.

"I love you too, doll" he whispered into the skin on your chest, then pulling away he slipped out of you and got off the table, making you whine at the emptiness in your pussy. He stood by the edge, eyes watching as your mixed cum dripped out of you, making him bite his lip.

"Stay here, I'll clean you up" he pressed a quick peck on your thigh then left the room. You stretched out your arms above you, slightly tired from your activities. The soft thuds of his feet hitting the floor became louder as he came back with a towel in his hands. Stopping at the entrance he looked at you, his eyes full of love. The rays of the sun hit you through the window, splayed out on the table in your full naked glory. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your eyes closed as you basked in the warmth and he though you really must have been an angel in you previous life. The afterglow of sex surrounding your body like a halo. Feeling his eyes on you, you turned your head and opened your eyes to look back at him, a small smile on your lips. His heart skipped a beat at you beauty, hands almost dropping the fabric in his hands. You were truly the most alluring person he has ever seen.

"What is it, Buck?" you asked. Your voice. God, your voice is going to drive him crazy one day. It was slightly raspy after sex, but it still had your usual soft undertones and he loved it all the same. His mind still in a haze he stepped closer to you, your heart beating faster after one look in his eyes. So full of love for you. You didn't know how you got so lucky to have him in your life. You just wanted to shout to the world that he was yours just as much as you were his and no one could ever change that.

"You-" he voice a little raspy, he cleared his throat. "You are just... so beautiful" he confessed your heart stopping for a moment then starting it's movement back up 10 times faster. You sat up and scooted closer to the edge to envelope him in a tight hug. You pressed small kisses on his shoulder as he brought the towel between your legs to wipe away the remainder of your pleasure. The pressure on your sensitive skin made you gasp and pull him closer to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" he stopped moving, worried that he hurt you some way.

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little sore" you smiled shyly at him as you pulled away to look him in the eye. He nodded and continued taking care of you. He looked down at what he was doing, concentrating on the task at hand, doing his best to not press on you too hard. His focused gaze made you giggle which caused him to look back up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hands stopping.

"I love you" you continued your giggling and pressed a peck on his soft mouth.

"But what's so funny?" he was still confused.

"Nothing is funny, it's just that you are so cute" you smiled up at him.

"Cute?" he almost shouted in mock hurt. "I just fucked you senseless on this very table and I am cute? I'm literally cleaning my cum from you and you call me cute?" he lifted his eyebrows.

"The way you take care of me is cute and I love you for it" you pressed a kiss on his cheek, his mouth hanging open at your words.

"Of course I take care of you" he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Not everyone would, Buck" you smiled at his cute expression. "But it doesn't matter. I'm just happy to have you in my life" you closed the conversation with a kiss on his mouth. He shook his head and went back to give your center one last swipe, dropping the towel on the ground.

"Are you hungry, angel face?" his arms circled around your waist and he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Yeah, a little" you hid your face in his neck as he carried you to a chair to sit you down. He put you down and let go of you, making you whine and tighten your hold on him.

"You have to let go of me, angel" he laughed at your antics.

"But I don't want to" you whined, but he was stronger than you and he managed to peel your hands off of him. You pouted at him as he walked away to the kitchen counter where the now cold pancakes were, giving your the perfect view of his round ass.

"You want some cold pancakes?" he laughed holding the plate up.

"Sure, sounds good" your eyes were glued to his behind. He must have heard in your voice that your mind was somewhere else as he turned around to look at you, his ass leaving your line of sight and instead his member entered your view, making you look up in surprise. Eyebrows raised, he looked back at you, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Are you sure you are talking about the pancakes?" he joked, making a blush appear on your cheeks.

"I might have thought about something else" you bit your lip, looking down. His feet hitting the ground was the only indication that he came closer to you. The plate being placed on the table made you look up as he leaned over you, your faces only inches apart. He smirked and slammed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss.

"Stand up" he mumbled into your lips, your heart jumping in excitement. Your body immediately followed his words, your mind filling with images of what he would do to you. These images shattered as he sat down in your place, pulling away from your lips. Your eyes widened in shock, making him laugh. Did he just do this so he could steal your seat?

"Come sit on my lap, angel" he patted his thighs. He didn't need to tell you twice as you scrambled to make yourself comfortable on his thick muscles, your legs on either side of him, your arms on his shoulders, an excited smile on your lips. He pulled the two of you closer to the table and to the plate of food sitting in front of you. You placed your head on his shoulder as he cut up the pancakes, bringing a piece to your lips. Opening your mouth he placed it on your tongue. Savoring the taste you sighed and nuzzled your face into his neck. He ate a few pieces himself before offering you another one. You continued this for a while, until there was noting left on the plate.

"You wanna go back to bed?" he put down the silverware and placed his hands on your back, brushing up and down.

"Yeah, I got kinda sleepy" a yawn broke your sentence, making him let out a chuckle.

"Let's go then" he suddenly stood up, his hands under your thighs, lifting you up, earning a squeal out of you.

He carried you out of the kitchen, slightly waddling to make you laugh. Your noises of happiness floated through the open space, mixing with the sunshine that illuminated what you left behind.

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[meltwonu]

91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

notes; camboy!mingyu, camboy!au, dom!mingyu, mentions of brat!reader, slapping, size!kink, blindfolds, dirty talk, a wee bit of degradation, panty stuffing!! 🙊 with Mingyu my size kink always go BRRR lol.... that man could pin me to a bed and I'd nut 😩 but u kno how it is jdfdksjf Oh also I'll post a mini-notice about next week’s Friday if a drabble is going up or not!! probably will tho, even tho there’s only 2 more members for this camboy/camcouple cycle~ 😗 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

Mingyu runs a contest and makes sure you win it.

“O-oh, god, Mingyu!”

You cam once in a while on the same platform he does and he’s caught your streams here and there - eyes twinkling when he can tell you’re thinking about his shows while you get off.

“Tsk, such a bratty ‘lil contest winner, aren’t you?”

He likes that you play with your viewers, teasingly ending the stream before you get to any good bits or strategically hiding the parts of you that people want to see most unless they get to certain donation tiers.

But Mingyu daydreams about the day he gets to put you in your place and make you pay for the torturous teasing that you put them, and him, through.

So when you see the contest details on his homepage, you don’t even think twice before you’re filling out the form - not knowing Mingyu’s on the other side just waiting for your name to pop up so that he can pick you from the crowd.

“Not so fun when you’re the one being teased, huh? Now you know how we feel~”

His fingertips tease you through your soaked panties, pushing and prodding the material against your skin as you whine and mewl; eyes covered with a blindfold to prevent you from seeing him or the camera.

“Buh--but I--I…” Your thighs shake as you hold them apart in front of the camera, “I’m j-just, ah, p-playing around…”

Mingyu scoffs under his breath before he nuzzles into your neck from behind.

“I’m playing too, sweetheart.”

Your breath stutters when you start to feel his middle finger start to press your panties into your pussy - the feeling new but not unwelcome.

“O-oh my g-god…”

“Since you always want to tease us and you never wanna let us see your tight ‘lil cunt, this must be familiar to you, right? Not letting us see anything so I’ll just have to finger you like this.”

He slowly eases the digit in as you’re reduced to a puddle; only soft sighs and stuttered breaths falling from your lips at the rough texture of the material and Mingyu’s thick finger inside your pussy.

“Your pussy is so tight around my finger, sweetheart… How are you gonna take my cock, hmm? I’m afraid I might break you~” Chuckling, he starts to shallowly thrust his finger into your pussy.

“Ngh, d-do it then… F-fuck my pussy, a-ah, into the s-shape of your cock… If you c-can… N-nobody’s fucked me, mmh, t-that good before...”

Mingyu doesn’t like the challenging tone in your voice so he retaliates by thrusting his finger all the way to the knuckle and then curling it skillfully into your g-spot.

“Min---Mingyu…!”

Your thighs shake as you cum unexpectedly; tears soaking into the blindfold and your entire body convulsing in his hold while he continues to thrust his finger and the panties into your fluttering walls.

“Should we auction these panties, sweetheart? You’ve gotten them all wet.”

You wish he’d take off the blindfold.

“Puh--ah--please! M--Mingyu!”

Your body jerks against the sheets as he fucks you hard; legs up and above your head as his cock slams into your tight hole.

“Hah, you’re doing so well, “ He smirks - mouth watering at the sight of you not only blindfolded underneath him but also your cunt stretched wide around his girth, “You always wanna play a filthy, annoying ‘lil brat but the second you’re under me, all you can do is call my name, huh? Is that all you know now? How to take my cock and scream my name? Did my cock make you that submissive?”

You nod feverishly; teeth chattering at the way you can feel the head of his cock snug against your cervix.

“Then I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

You feel the light slaps against your cheek - body tingly at the way he alternates sides and makes your head move side to side against the crumpled sheets with each slap against your cheek.

“Let’s hear it, brat. Tell them who’s fucking your tight ‘lil pussy so good and putting you in your place like you deserve.”

“Y-you, mmh, y-you, Mingyu! Fuh--fuck,” Choked sobs fall from your lips and fresh hot tears soak into the blindfold when his relentless pace doesn’t let up, “God, I--I feel so f-full… Your, a-ah, cock is so b-big… It’s stretching m-me out so much...”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of being filled to the brim of his cock and all Mingyu can do is lick his lips and watch.

“I wish you could see, sweetheart. I’m not even fully inside of you ‘cause your pussy is so small… But you’ll be good and learn how to take all of me, right? Don’t you want to feel all of me inside of you? Bet you’d cum just from it.”

Your mouth waters at the thought of sitting on his length and taking him all the way to the base; already teetering on the edge of another orgasm with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“P-please let m-me, ngh, c-cum again... I--I can’t--”

“No.”

Mingyu purposely slows down his pace - both to stave off your orgasm and to let you feel the drag of his length inside your pussy.

“I already didn’t punish you for cumming earlier, but now you’re gonna pay the price, sweetheart.” He leans over you, tongue teasingly licking at a nipple as your entire body jolts in surprise. 

“Now, we’re gonna ask the viewers to get to... Hmm, let’s say $7000 donations and then I’ll let you cum again.” 

Mingyu slides his cock from inside you, using a free hand and wrapping it around his shaft as he slaps your clit with the head. 

“Until then, I’m gonna use you how I want and if that means cumming inside your tiny ‘lil cunt ‘til it’s spilling out of you... Well, I guess you’d better behave then, huh? You wouldn’t wanna see how much meaner I could get, would you?”

Gulping, you nod - except internally you’re already plotting just how to act up in order for Mingyu to give you more.

“I--I understand... I--I’ll be good... I promise...”

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