#that last sentence sure fucking hit a bit too hard as someone trying to get into conservation

[sweetenby]

Every year the outlook for nonhuman species grows grimmer. In the case of marine-mammal species, the International Union for Conservation of Nature now classifies a third as endangered. A recent study by a team of European researchers concluded that even many of those species which seem to be doing all right, such as gray whales, are threatened by climate change. As Mustill himself observes, “To be alive and explore nature now is to read by the light of a library as it burns.”

A bit from The Strange and Secret Ways That Animals Perceive the World

#that last sentence sure fucking hit a bit too hard as someone trying to get into conservation #I have so much depression #climate change cw #mass extinction #ask to tag

[dearestvante]

wrong number; kth.

in which your boyfriend is ignoring you, so you have to get creative.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: non idol au, established relationship, fluff, lilbit of angst warnings: mild swearing word count: 873

a/n. just a little something before valentine's ends <3 enjoy!

the pounding on your front door got louder with every second you left it unanswered. you had a faint idea who might be behind it, so you weren’t exactly rushing to open it up.

“alright, i’m coming!” you yelled, then after fiddling with your keys for a few more seconds, you finally opened it. your senses didn’t fail, behind the door it was taehyung, your noticeably pissed off boyfriend. you can’t get a word out, he’s already barged in, standing in front of you with both hands on his waist.

“sure, come right in.” you close the front door and face him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“what the fuck was that text y/n?!”

oh, yes. the text. the two of you had quite a big fight a few days ago, which resulted in him storming out of your apartment in the middle of the night. he has been ignoring all your calls and messages ever since, therefore in order to get his attention, you had to get a little creative. so you had the genius idea to send him a text, which suggests that you had fun with someone last night and you would like to do it again, and make it look like it was meant for someone else. and after half an hour of sitting around, staring at the message, you hit send eventually. your efforts didn’t go in vain, cause he replied within minutes. gotcha, you thought before hitting him with the “oh, sorry, wrong number.” that sentence definitely set your plan in motion, cause he’s here, and he’s talking to you, although it’s not about making up. not yet, at least.

“it was nothing, forget it.” you reply, trying so hard not to smile.

“nothing?! do you, perhaps, need a reminder that we’re still together?” his eyebrows raise in confusion as he takes a small step towards you. he is a bit intimidating, but good god, he looks so attractive.

“no, but you might!” you quickly shake away your wondering thoughts and focus on settling this conflict, cause it’s been bothering you. and you were hoping that he feels the same, he’s just too stubborn to make the first step.

“me? i’m not the one “having fun” with others.”

his words hit you so hard, you drop your act almost immediately. “did you really think that i— oh my god, taehyung!”

“what the fuck was i supposed to think after that text, huh?!” you bury your face in your hands, realizing just how stupid this whole plan was. now you have to come clean, and he might not even believe you. you take a deep breath and raise your gaze to meet his, that’s eagerly waiting for an explanation.

“it wasn’t meant for anyone else, it was meant for you, all along.” he doesn’t seem to understand, so you continue. “i sent that text to get your attention.”

you break the eye contact, looking down at your feet. you feel ashamed and pathetic and his piercing gaze is not exactly helping. the few second of silence that falls on the room feels never-ending and suffocating. you want to say something but you can’t even bring yourself to lift your head, let alone talk. he breaks the overwhelming quiet with a relieved sigh. you can feel him get closer to you, one hand grabs your waist, the other slips under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“it worked, i guess.” he smiles, faintly.

“why were you ignoring me?”

“cause.. uncertainty was better than accepting the fact that you might want to end this… and then you sent me that text today, and i just… i thought you moved on.”

“oh, tae..” you almost break down crying when you realize what you did. he wasn’t mad, like you thought, he was just scared of losing you, and you just fueled his concern.

“i would never do that to you.”

you bring your arms up to cup his face but he precedes you with the act and before you would even realize it, his lips are crashing against yours. you don’t waste so much time either and kiss him back immediately, one hand running through his soft, dark hair, while the other wraps around his shoulders so you can pull him closer. seconds turn into minutes like this and you get so lost in the moment that you forget why did he came here in the first place. after slowly separating, you are standing there, with both hands intertwined, foreheads still touched together.

“i don’t even remember what we were fighting about.” taehyung says, raising his head a little so he can look at you.

“probably something stupid.”

“and you sent me that text to get my attention? that was the only reason?” he changes the subject, you can tell that it’s still bothering him.

“well.. not really.” you reply, but seeing that look on his face makes you regret it a little, so you quickly add, “you look hot when you’re pissed off.”

he sighs in relief, shaking his head, then looks back at you with the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. “you make me crazy, you brat.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

#taehyung ff #kim taehyung #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you

[masonmyluv]

Secret relationship- Fermín Lopez

Hello everyone! I decided to start writing about Fermin since he’s really hot 🥵 Hope you enjoy!

Mostly fluff in this story, some kissing and a lot of teasing, mentions of accident and blood, but nothing too bad

"Fermin, what are you doing? Someone could see us" you whined as he dragged you behind a wall. "Just needed to kiss you before the game" he said, pecking your lips. "Okay you got your kiss, come on" you said, trying to push him away. "Noo..." he whined, lips moulding with yours in a passionate kiss. "Y/N, where are you? We have to take our places". "Fuck" you moaned, pushing Fermin away. "I'm coming" you replied. "I can't be mad at you because it's your first game in which you start. So good luck" you said, leaving to go with your co-worker.

Nobody knew about your relationship with the Barça player. Your colleagues in the media department always asked who was bringing you coffee almost every morning. And the Barça players always asked Fermin why did he have rosy cheeks or smiling a bit too much after a hard training.

"Camera ready?" Alex, your co-worker asked. "Yep. You?". "Sì. Let the game begin". It was the first time you got to revoked the game from the pitch, field cam as it was named. Obviously it was kind of dangerous, but you like to see the action from up close. That was until a player from Betis tackled the ball and slid into you. And to make it even worse, the ball hit Alex in the head. "Fucking hell" he moaned in pain. "You're bleeding. Hey! You gotta stop the game!" He shouted to the referee, but the game was resumed. "It's fine" you said, although your leg looked really bad. "Hey! Stop the game!" Alex kept shouting until the Betis goalkeeper noticed you two.

"Huh? Why did he stop?!" Gavi asked fuming. "Probably a fan fainted" Pedri shrugged. "Fuck no" Fermin groaned, making a run to where you where surrounded by the medical team. "Hey... what happened?" He asked, a hand on your shoulder. "Just an accident really" you said. "This job's dangerous eh?" The player who tackled you joked. "Apologise to her right now" Fermin said. "It's not a big deal. I get those all the time" he shrugged. "Yeah? What about I rip your leg in this game then?" Fermin turned defensive. "Fermin" you said. He turned to look at you, eyes flaming red. "Okay sorry... bitch" he mumbled the last part, but Fermin heard him and pushed him on the ground. "Fermin! Stop it" you said, but the Spaniard didn't listen to you. Both of the players got a yellow card for it and the medics helped you walk to the changing rooms.

"You're stupid" you told Fermin. "I agree" Gavi said. "Even I wouldn't do that—". "You would do it for your girlfriend" Fermin argued. "Girlfriend? Whose girlfriend is what???" The whole squad turned to look at you. "I... uh... we... you see..." you mumbled. "Y/N, my lovely girlfriend" Fermin said, smiling. "What no! We're not—".

"OOOOH!!!"

"Now I see everything!"

"Yeah me too"

"Why was he smiling after that hard training"

"And he's rosy cheeks too. He was meeting with Y/N"

You were completely confused. "It's okay. I'll Talk with your boss, explain the situation" Fermin's voice was calming you. "I thought... you're..." you still couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Fermin is in love" Ferran sang. "Yeah... I kinda am. With her by my side how can I not be?" He said making you blush. "It will be alright. I promise" Fermin said, pulling you aside. "I'm not sure" you said. "And if they kick you out, we have more time to spend together" he shrugged. You gave him a look. "Okay... I know this is important for you. I promise you won't lose your job because of me" he said. You caught Gavi's smirk and decided to give them something more to tease Fermin with.

"Ouch my leg" you moaned. "Are you alright? Sit here on the bench, love" Fermin panicked, putting your arm around his neck for support. "Aww look at them" Lewi said. "Shut up okay?" Fermin said irritated. "Can we go home?" You pouted. "Of course. Just let me take my things" he said, pecking your lips.

"Really you don't have anything to worry about. It's not like it's forbidden to date one the players" Pedri  said. "Not really I think. I just don't want people to go crazy over it" you said. "I promise we will only tease him, not you" Gavi said. "Okay I'm ready. Let's go" Fermin said, helping you up again. "Speedy recovery, Y/N" the squad said. "Thanks guys".

"I so love you, Fermin" you said when you were in his car, far from all the teasing. "I knew it. I love you too" he said, smiling into the kiss he gave you.

Hope you like it 🥰

Feedback is appreciated ☺️

#fermin lopez #fermin lopez marin #football imagine #fermin lopez fluff

[tiptapricock]

MCU Steven grant and erotic literature? Aka does he read Ice Planet Barbarians or smth

I’m not really familiar w any erotic lit series in particular so this isn’t off of personal experience on that front, but here are some ideas on his dynamic w it more generally! (And also these are getting longer than I mean them to but hEy I’m haVING FUN!!)

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This was—Steven laughed to himself—this was not really working.

He’d been trying to do something adventurous, to experiment and expand his horizons. He’d had erotica on his shelf for years, a rather sizable collection having grown from his occasional snags of interesting covers or odd summaries, but he hadn’t actually made the time to sit down and read any of it.

Not that he hadn’t been interested, all genres of literature were fascinating and he’d been quite excited by a few of the volumes he’d picked up, there had just always been something else taking up his focus in his free time. Historical texts, translation guides, a fresh local poetry magazine, but…

Well, it had seemed like such a shame to leave them there, perfectly readable and not being read, so he’d decided to finally take a crack at one of the thinner ones.

Its cover and title had promised a supernatural romance, the man posed enticingly on the front cowering beneath the looming shape of a bulky, blue alien. Which had all seemed like good fun, in Steven’s opinion, but about halfway through he’d remembered what these books were often… for.

Well, he wasn’t really sure what the standard… interaction was, he hadn’t exactly gone to any book clubs on the topic, but he could definitely assume, based on how he’d reacted himself.

It had been just a slow, warm, build in his gut as the first more explicit scene got going, an odd thrill at the idea of almost… peeking at someone else’s private life, of something making the fantasy to work through for him. But then he’d started to get hard, and well… what the heck. These were common wank material, weren’t they? And what better way to relax than with a book and a bit of the old hands downstairs?

He’d tried for the most obvious path first (book in one hand, cock in the other) but that had proved an issue when it came to flipping pages. The only two possibilities being to do it one handed and fast (lest he ruin the momentum of the scene), or free up his other hand to flip more normally (which also wasn’t ideal, and made for a rather jerky kind of jerking off).

The next thing he’d tried was to set the book on a table or pillow to allow for easier page turning, but that had just proved to be awkward in situating himself towards it while still sitting up, and had made it harder to read from far away.

Which led to now, with his most recent attempt.

Steven was currently hunched over on his bed, laying mostly on his stomach over two large pillows and propped up by his elbows over the book. His body was pressing the pillows tight to the comforter, his cock slid into the soft, snug space between them, and he was doing his best to hump his way through the the rest of the chapter.

It was, as he was realizing now, really not working.

The friction felt nice enough. A bit rough, perhaps, without real lubrication, but perfectly suitable for him to grind his hips into for the time being. The cloth dragged nicely over his tip, the texture extra sensitive on smooth skin, dotting his breathing with soft gasps when he canted his hips just right and making him want to fuck into something even tighter. The book was nice enough, too. A bit cheesy, maybe, but enjoyably so, and definitely hitting the right beats to get him going.

The issue was just that they didn’t… go together. The book still shook with his thrusts, the words hard to focus on, and his attention was too split between one action and the other, both consuming different aspects of focus. He’d tried so hard to problem solve he didn’t even remember how the story had gotten to—he squinted, rereading the last few sentences—the current monologue on rectal examination.

It just wasn’t worth it.

Steven sighed, cheeks flushed as he laughed again, resigning himself, and leaned back to rest on his heels. He picked the pillows up off himself, tossing them over towards his laundry pile to clean later, and licked his lips as he went to grab the book again. It was sad to keep the thing unread, and he was perfectly happy for that to be his main focus at the moment.

He slipped off the bed and padded to the kitchen, leaning half naked against the counter as he put the kettle on. His dick slowly began to flag as he put his attention elsewhere, pleasure and little waves of arousal still mellowing beneath his skin, but he didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he let himself fall into a world of slick tentacles, and hypnotizing lights, and star crossed creatures that were learning to say I love you.

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Send me a character, kink, or prompt, and I’ll do a short nsfw story piece!

(Also MacKay!Steven answer to this I did for fun)

#cot n balls #cot n balls writing #moon knight #moon knight 2022 #nsft #steven grant #steven grant smut #I guess? #I’m still figuring out the tags to use #if you DONT want to see this lemme kno

[indulgnc]

OC fic [an]+dante, allergies 1.1k

heyy here with some of the ghost boys...! ft my oc An and @hachiibun 's Dante! enjoy!

An wishes he could freeze this moment in time. Not in the way that an ice pack stings when you hold it bare-handed, but how honey liquidates when poured into warm tea.

Or something like that. An’s never been good with words. Or intimacy. So the fact that he, right now, is curled around his boyfriends frame is fucking insane. Dante shifts, and it all feels too real. In a nice way, An thinks. It may have taken them a damn year to get to this point, and even longer for him to be in close capacity with someone--physical affection was always an impossible hurdle for him. 

Except for one damn thing. An’s nose fucking itches. Normally, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Sneeze once, get over with it, move on. An didn’t care, Dante didn’t care, they were close enough that it just didn’t matter. Unlike Dante, who got weirdly shy (about sneezing of all things), An was normal, thank you very much. But this time, something was different, bordering frustrating. The itch kept coming back; he’d sneezed twice already, and it seriously wasn’t doing anything to bring relief. His eyes stung, he couldn’t stop blinking, and he perpetually felt halfway to a sneeze.

An, for the record, did not have any allergies. That was a fact. Dante did, and he didn’t. Simple as that.

The feeling culminated, and An gasped, expression drawing up. “hHI--hh’ISHEW!! --IISHeWW!--SHEW-!! Agh…” The sneezes were half muffled into Dante’s shoulder, as the other party shivered in surprised. 

“Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Dante murmurs, half asleep. “Five times, actually. Are you coming down with something?” He rolls over to feel An’s forehead. An just jerks forward with another sneeze, nearly hitting Dante’s head with the force of it. Then another. Another, this one more tired, his body trying to get rid of the residual itch.

“No,” An sniffles, and it’s audible in his voice. “I’d tell you if I was.” He’s still ducked down, but he can just imagine Dante’s frown from how he talked, his brow probably furrowing. 

“No, An.. no you wouldn’t.” It’s spoken with a sigh, and he turns his boyfriend’s face back upward. “Come here.” 

An brings his head up and sniffles again. It’s hard not to, with this damn itch. 

“Well…” Dante’s hand is soft, still a bit warm from the shower he’d just taken. “It doesn’t seem like you have a fever, at least.” He’s still got a look of concerned staining his face, and An hates that he’s worrying so much over him. He fine. He goes to say just that, but as soon as he makes the mistake of taking a breath though his nose, its over.

“hiIH’--ISHuew-! --IISHyyw! Sorry, I have to, ha--” Well it’s a little late for a warning, he barely manages to think as his breath draws up again. “hiHII’SHUU!! hIShUH! --IISHU--! ..haH.?! -- uh’IIshyiEW-!!” An doesn’t think he’s ever…sneezed as forcefully, as that last bit. All he can manage is bringing his hands up in the general direction of his face, twisting slightly away from Dante.

“Have to sneeze. Well, had to.” An finishes breathlessly, as if the declaration is still anywhere near needed. 

“Bless you hun, jeez,” Dante trails off. “Is something bothering you..? If you’re sure you’re not sick, that is.” He leans to pull An closer, tugging him inwards and carding his hands through his boyfriends hair.

“Not…,” An bites down on his tongue, trying to get through one damn sentence without sneezing again. “Sick. Just my,” he’s cut off by and itchy triple. “Just my, snF. Nose. Itches. My eyes are fuckin’ watering, I dunno what the hell it is.”

Dante mentally runs through the places tissues may be located in the room, but doesn’t want to get up just yet to grab some. For now, he’s selfishly too comfortable with An tucked into his chest. “You think you’re allergic to anything?”

“No.” The answer is quick. “I don’t get allergies.”

Dante almost sighs. “That’s… yes, I know, but they can develop.” He breaches the explanation before An has to get over his pride to ask. “Usually, for me, it makes my nose itch a lot. And eyes, sometimes face… Just, irritation. Anything like that?” Another “no,” because An tends to think he knows every signal his body does and doesn’t send him (and really, it’s not his strong suit. He’s got a tendency to do thinks like forget to drink water for a day, simply because he doesn’t sense his body’s ask for it.)

An leans in to Dante’s neck, almost pouting. He goes to nibble it as a distraction, inhaling, and that is when it hits him. That is absolutely, one hundred percent when it hits him. Dante smells different. Like a flowery sort of scent.  And it fucking burns. 

“DanT--” He can’t even stutter out the name before he ducks into Dante’ hoodie collar. “H’EESH’’-IEW! iisHUYEW--!--ISHHu’--,  IIISH--! !!  SNf,.. hEH…isiHUIIEW! hUH’USHuIEW! hhh..” He can barely get a breath in, managing to pull himself from Dante and whatever the hell that smell is before flipping around.

He covers his face with teary eyes, half-glaring at Dante. “You…hhI’ISShuIEW!-- ISShu! You, your—“ Dante looks confused, rightfully so. 

“You smell like something,” An manages to choke out, before sniffling and gearing up for yet another sneeze. They’re starting to lower in intensity, and grow in number. “hiH’ISShuiew!--h’ISHUEw!” His breathing ragged, he manages to stutter out ,“Allergic…” before falling victim to another one of his rapid fits.

Scent. Oh, yes. That must’ve been the bodywash Dante had used just half an hour before. He’d thought it smelled nice, but apparently, An’s immune system seemed to disagree. 

“Oh, honey..” Dante got up quickly, backing away. He managed to fish a box of tissues out of An’s nightstand drawer, and all but tossed them over to avoid being too close. “I’m sorry, I was using a new soap. I guess you do have allergies, then…” An, nose buried deep into his own sleeve, could only answer with a wet sniffle. He didn’t dare take the pressure off his nose in fear of starting up again, and just nodded in response.

“I,” Dante moved towards the door, “am going to shower now. With my normal soap.” An looks up at him, and before he can even say anything, Dante adds: “No, you cannot come with me. You’re already sneezing your head off, that defeats the point.” 

An sighs, one more tired sneeze echoing off the walls. “You know me too well, babe.” Yes, Dante thinks, yes I do. “Come lay with me afterwards…?”  Even if Dante were to say no (which, he wouldn’t) An’s puppy eyes could rival an actual puppy.

“Yes, of course.” He gestures towards the tissues again. “Now, go blow your nose. I’ll be back as soon as I can, so go ahead and get comfortable, alright?

#nomtent #snz kink #ghost boys tag #nomoc #hhhi back again... i am a bit nervous about posting oc content for the first time but i hope u guys like it...!! #i wanna do more stuff with these guys (the other 2 band members as well!) + some other ocs im working on so i hope ppl like oc stuff : #sorry the ending is ass i suck at endings but we are all here for one thing. snorn. AMEN!!!

[constantzeigarnik]

I've seen some post about what if Ingo accidentally brought someone with him when he returned home how do you think that would go in a crazytrainshipping scenario?

I'd imagine Ingo would feel guilty and a bit awkward since they spent 2 whole hours saying their goodbyes only to see each other minutes later.

Volo finds it a bit ironic, he's not as worried as he probably should be given that he usually traveled and didn't exactly have people he was attached to back home though he would kinda miss his coworkers, he knows it'd be too risky to figure out how to go home he'd hate to accidentally pull someone in with him or cause another rift in time and space, he's mostly glad he didn't lose any of his memories or Pokemon and didn't end up somewhere completely random without Ingo. besides he's always been a fast learner in unfamiliar areas surely he'll be fine! (better said than done)

Emmet would probably be a bit annoyed that Volo kinda has to stay at their apartment until he figures something out but he went through so much trouble to go to Hisui and retrieve his brother he finds it hard to complain that he accidentally brought Ingo's boyfriend along with them.

Oh it’s a whole ordeal.

It's confusing at first because when Volo comes through the wormhole with them back to modern day Nimbasa, all three of them immediately start worrying that something fucked up, that they're not home. They landed in a heap of tangled limbs and confusion in some back alley, and the first thing that Emmet and Ingo realizes is that there's an extra person there with them. 

Volo groans in discomfort, his head spinning and he has no idea what the fuck just happened or where he is, but as the ringing in his ears subsides, he can hear Ingo and Emmet’s voices, and he feels someone grab him and sit him up. The world stops spinning, and he can see Ingo sat up on one side, and Emmet on his other, both of them looking concerned as hell, and as Volo slowly starts to look around, he realizes why, and just what the hell had happened. He’s definitly not in Hisui anymore, and realization hits him very hard and fast that he probably won’t ever go back to Hisui again if what Emmet had said about how difficult it was to get there on purpose in the first place held any weight.

He’s stunned, and he can hear Ingo and Emmet quickly trying to discus what they should do, what their options were, but all Volo can think about right then is that Ingo is there at his side, and that fate has once again brought them together, or, well, more accurately just didn’t separate them when they had been so prepared for their goodbyes to be the last time that they ever saw each other. Volo didn’t exactly know where they were right then, but it didn’t matter because he would have gone to hell and back if it meant that he could stay at Ingo’s side. Ingo is talking about where they need to go, mid sentence, when Volo rather suddenly lurches forward from his stunned stupor to pull Ingo into his arms. 

Emmet just watches for a moment as Volo clings to his brother like his life depends on it, and Ingo hugs Volo back just as tightly before reaching out and pulling Emmet into the hug as well. It’s been a long, stressful journey to get Ingo back home safe and sound. Volo being there as well, it didn’t matter to him right then, for the moment they could just be happy.

...

Having Volo in Nimbasa does pose some interesting challenges eventually, but the first thing they do is just get him back to their shared apartment. Volo is in a bit of a shellshock as he just takes in the sight of a modern day city like Nimbasa, the lights, the buildings, the people and their fashions... well, Ingo and Volo stick out like a sore thumb as they walk home, but there are weirder people who live in Unova so they don’t get too many looks. They get home, show a very baffled Volo around the apartment, and then Emmet promptly tosses him in the shower after telling him what’s what.

After that Ingo and Emmet sit down and talk about what to do next. Sending Volo back isn’t really an option (and Ingo honestly doesn’t want to face the possibility of losing Volo again anyway), but there are issues with having Volo stay considering that, legally, he doesn’t exist. There’s no record of him in any system, and getting him registered for anything was going to be a nightmare. And of course there was the question of how Volo even felt about this whole situation, he’d been rather quiet since they started for home, so there was no real way to gauge how he was doing. 

They call Elesa, who about loses her mind when she sees that Ingo is back, and they have to promise her that they will come and see her first thing in the morning just to keep her from getting out of bed and coming over right then and there, they just needed her to know that they’re back and safe, but they will need some help from her in the morning with a few things. They don’t tell her about Volo right then, because it’s just too much for so late in the evening.

Volo eventually makes his way out of the shower, drenched with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking a little lost but far more relaxed than anyone else would be in his situation. He’s safe, he’s with Ingo and his brother, and most of all he’s absolutely exhausted, far too tired to really worried about what had happened today. He’s given some pajama pants and one of Ingo’s old T-shirts to wear for comfort, before Ingo takes his turn in the shower, and Emmet and Volo are left alone in a very strange situation.

“I am Emmet. Ingo and I have talked. We’ll set you up on the couch tonight.” Emmet says simply, going and grabbing some spare blankets and pillows for Volo to use. “It’s been a verrry long day, so rest up. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.”

Volo stays quiet for a moment, staring down the hall towards the bathroom where he can hear the shower running. He doesn’t look at Emmet when he speaks. 

“I know you’re still not happy with me for everything that happened. Understandable, of course, but... well, I guess thanks for not trying to leave me on my own.” Volo says quietly, and Emmet gives a curt little laugh.

“What happened was unfortunate. You being here is... unexpected. Ingo is finally home though, happy, safe, and relieved that you’re here as well.” Emmet says, dropping the bedding on the couch before looking Volo up and down. “Whatever goodbyes you two shared, it wasn’t enough. Never would have been.”

They talk pretty much the whole time that Ingo is in the shower, and there is still quite a bit of tension between the two, with Volo getting the feeling that even if Emmet is being polite and welcoming him into their home, he’s still really not fond of Volo, and probably only happy that Ingo is happy. Volo isn’t going to push his luck right then though, so he returns the politeness and happily takes a spot on the couch. He’s a guest there, and he’s determined to be the perfect one because Arceus knows he doesn’t know how long he’s going to need to crash on their couch. 

He’s got his pokemon, his memories, and when Ingo comes out of the shower clean and in pajamas of his own like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like Hisui is already a distant memory, he can feel the love in Ingo’s eyes when he spots Volo curled up on the couch. 

It’s going to be ok.

Emmet thankfully gives them just a bit of privacy while he goes to make Ingo’s bed as well and fetch his pokeballs, so Ingo sits down beside Volo and checks to make sure that he’s alright. Volo quickly leans against Ingos’ side and assures him that he will be alright. He feels out of place, and oddly like he’s still causing trouble for the brothers, but there isn’t anywhere else in space or time he would rather be than there in Ingo’s arms. 

When Emmet comes back out, Volo and Ingo have already dozed off there on the couch, asleep in a rather uncomfortable looking half sitting position, but he just sighs and covers them both in one of the blankets, because as much as he doesn’t like that Volo is there, he’s just so happy that Ingo is back that nothing could bring him down. He lets them sleep out on the couch, curled in each other’s arms 

...

The next couple of weeks are bizzare and a bit of a whirlwind as both Ingo and Volo do their best to settle into life in Nimbasa. It’s easier for Ingo of course, but still takes some time. Volo is finding it easier to adjust than he expected, but it’s not entirely painless. He misses some of his companions from back in Hisui, mainly Ginter and some of the other Ginko members, but every time the homesickness starts to set in, it seems as though Ingo is there to sweep him away off to some new sight in Nimbasa to help Volo not feel so alone.

Volo meets Elesa, who is arguably far more intimidating that Emmet could ever hope to be. She’s the one who eventually helps get the ball rolling on helping Volo get documents and papers together, and after she’s done briefly threatening Volo on what might happen if he ever hurts Ingo in any way, shape, or form, she cheerfully offers him a bit of under the table work with her for the time being until he can get a proper job. She could really use an assistant to help manage her busy, hectic life anyway, and honestly Volo was gorgeous enough that he could have gotten work in the modeling industry if he wanted after documents got sorted. Volo accepts the assistant role for the time being, but he’s not interested in modeling in the slightest. 

Volo falls in love with the library, and when he’s not working for Elesa, or loitering around the twins’ apartment while they’re running the trains, he’s there reading anything and everything he can get his hands on. He’s saving up to get his own apartment (there are about 9 billion different hurdles to get THAT done) but in the mean time, things are oddly domestic at home with Ingo. Emmet is a bit sick and tired of walking into the kitchen and finding Volo hugged onto Ingo while the two share a kiss, feeling like the ultimate 3rd wheel in his own damn home, but Ingo is happy, so he puts up with it and he manages not to butt heads with Volo too much.

“Would you please not lock me out of my own bedroom to make out with Ingo?”

“Sure, if you tell your girlfriend to wear more than just one of your shirts when she spends the night here.”

“I am Emmet. I will end you.”

While his relationship with Ingo is better than ever, Volo does slowly build up a very different kind of relationship with Emmet, an incredibly strong rivalry where the two of them push one another to their limits, battling in their spare time. Volo is rather fond of riling Emmet up with teasing words and taunts, and more often than not it ends up leading to a pokeball being hurled at his head at mach speed before a battle breaks out. It worries Ingo a little at first because their rivarly seems a little bit.... intense, really, but they’re both happy and not having actual arguments or fights, so it’s all good in the end. 

Eventually Volo does get an apartment of his own and a steady job at the local library, so things settle down and seem just... normal. Hisui never leaves Ingo and Volo’s memories, but they have each other and they couldn’t be happier.

#crazytrainshipping #this would honestly be a great topic for a fic ngl #Emmet is so tired but he is genuinely happy for his brother #he just doesn't want Ingo to get hurt #or to walk into the living room and see Volo on top of his brother #he is VERY happy when Volo finally gets his own place #so are Volo and Ingo tbh

[mycatisstillloafingonme]

Random Shuake fanfic idea part 2

so Ren’s just like ”fuck you” and sics Joker on it and Skull’s just like ”bro wtf” and Ren’s just like ”sometimes Excessive Violence™️ is the only answer” meanwhile Joker is ripping the Shadow a new one and then finally the Shadow’s like ”ok ok fine jfc” and fuses Ren and Joker back into one being and Joker’s like “thank you but now we have to kick your ass” and the Shadow’s like ”eh that’s fair” and then the thieves proceed to do just that and afterwards Joker passes the fuck out and collapses because being split into two people, then being fused back together and then kicking Shadow booty does that to a person and the rest of the thieves are like “oh shit” and Crow’s just like “don’t worry I’ll get him home” and everyone’s like “no” and Crow’s just like “yes” and then he carries him back bridal style because he’s gay and then once he’s back at LeBlanc Goro’s internally freaking the fuck out because Ren is like completely out cold but he at least has enough sense to get him into his sleepwear which is honestly kind of hard because Ren’s limp as a fucking rag doll and while he’s undressing him to put said sleepwear on he notes that Ren is fucking buff as hell and he’s like ”how the fuck does he hide that under his clothes” and then he blushes a bit but he would deny he was if Ren were actually conscious and pointed that out but he isn’t, so…and then Goro’s like “wait doesn’t he know that doctor lady” and then he calls Takemi and he’s like “yeah Ren’s unconscious and might be dying send help” and Takemi’s just like “ok calm your tits I’ll be right over” and then she comes and she checks him over and then she’s like “ok he’s not dying chill dude” and Goro’s just like “are you sure” and she’s all like “yeah he’ll be fine his pulse is normal, respiration rate is typical for a person at rest, temperature is good, pupils are reacting normally to light, etc” and Goro almost passes out himself from relief because yay Ren’s gonna live (he wasn’t in any danger of dying in the first place but try telling Goro that) and he stays with Ren until he wakes up and holds his hand because again, he’s gay and he also questions his life choices and then Ren wakes up like two hours later and Goro’s all pissed but secretly relieved mainly because Ren’s awake but also because he wasn’t hit by the Shadow’s attack himself because…reasons and he feels kind of bad about the latter but little does he know that Ren has already figured out that he’s Black Mask but his team hasn’t yet and so that’s why he protected him like that and the last thing they need is two versions of Crow running around especially if it’s his princely self and his…not so princely self but it’s not like he’s going to tell him that because plot so anyways they’re talking about Ren and Joker temporarily being two different people because WOW that was weird and also Ren’s lack of self preservation because let’s be honest this boy is too selfless for his own good but they don’t argue because Ren’s still a little out of it (being unconscious for several hours will do that to a guy) and Goro’s like “do that again and I’ll shove my foot up your ass” and Ren’s like “oooh kinky” and Goro’s like “shut up” and then they make out. So that’s pretty much the fanfic, presented to you in a run-on sentence featuring excessive swearing. Fyi if someone decides to turn this into a proper fanfic I’d be over the fucking moon because my fanfic writing ability is shit.

Alright, shutting up now.

#Shuake #P5 #persona 5 fanfic #Persona 5 #Ren Amamiya #Akira Kurusu #Goro Akechi

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 2 of Whumptober 2022: Nowhere to run

Day 2 of Whumptober 2022!

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Victor is my human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class) from a long-running DnD adventure. This is an especially important/memorable episode from his backstory.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42115344 (AO3 link)

Nowhere to run

“You’re on our turf, kid! Do you really think you can hide?” The deep raspy voice is followed by cruel laughter. “Even if you’re one of those invisible magic types, you can’t mask your scent!”

The sentence is punctuated by one of the dogs snarling in Victor’s direction, having already figured out where he fled.

Victor suppresses a terrified whimper by carefully sinking his teeth into his fingers. He has to be smart about it. He does not fully understand what made these people so mad with him. This is the third time this month they are chasing him. His ribs still hurt from the fall into a garbage pile he had to take escaping from them last time. And this time they brought dogs.

He looks down from his hiding spot on the crates. The large goliath named Makon seems to be the leader of this… operation to kill or capture him? Victor has no idea why they care about some 17-year-old kid. He is just a doctor’s apprentice. He knows his teacher has dealings with some shady people but it has nothing to do with him! He isn’t told shit. He does not know anything that might be of use to them. Are they trying to send a message? Do they want to hurt his boss? Lure him out? Despite them growing pretty close over the two years of his apprenticeship, Victor heavily doubts that is going to work. Doctor Jack is a practical man. He will not leave everything he has ever worked for and everyone who needs him for just one person. Victor respects that although he sure wishes there was someone to save him right about now.

Yet no one comes. So he has to act on his own. He quietly gets down on the floor and hurries deeper into the warehouse. He had no idea it was “theirs”. He was just looking for a place to hide. And now he has royally fucked himself, it seems. He will probably die in this gods’ forsaken place. Eaten by dogs. Or beaten by thugs. Likely both.

He shakes his head to stop the train of thought that was about to send him sobbing. He can do this. There might be another way out. A back door, perhaps? Or a window? Will they get even angrier with him if he breaks their window?

He can hear the large man laughing once again. He hears no steps but three chains clattering as they hit the ground and a snap of fingers. Makon and both of his companions must have stayed by the warehouse door and they let the animals go after him.

He has to hurry. He finally sees a small door on the perimeter-wise balcony making up the second floor so he scrambles up the narrow staircase towards it.

Locked.

His hands shake as he reaches into his pocket for the small kit of lockpicks. The young apprentice started learning how to use them recently after his teacher lost the key to the storage room and they had to break down the door to get in. He has no idea how the boss acquired it but he sure as hell is glad that he did.

He takes a deep breath and gets to work. He can hear the dogs still sniffing for him on the first floor. Definitely getting closer.

Thankfully, terror seems to amplify his senses. He has never been done with a lock this quickly before. Getting a bit too excited he tugs at the door a bit too hard, so it opens with a quiet but still very much audible creak.

The closest dog barks and he can hear it burst into a sprint. By the time it reaches the door, it is shut with Victor leaning on it as he takes in his surroundings.

Well, shit.

He is outside on a short bridge that is connecting apparently two warehouses. He has no idea what’s in the other one or if gets lucky opening the lock quickly again. And there is an angry dog a door away from his back. Its owner will soon join it.

He looks down but does not see a convenient pile of anything to land on. He shoves the kit back into his pocket trying to steel himself for the drop.

After a couple seconds he can’t hear the dog behind himself anymore, so he walks towards the middle of the bridge and carefully climbs over the railing. He crouches, grabs onto the bottom of the bridge and lets go.

Now that he is dangling from the bridge it seems like a very bad idea and that he should definitely get back up and try escaping through the second warehouse instead.

But he can’t chicken out now. There is no time to waste… is what he thinks right before something big and heavy hits him in the right shoulder.

Unable to keep hanging through the pain he yelps and lets go.

The ground turns out to be closer than it seemed. He lands on his back but it seems that nothing is broken. His head is spinning too much for him to assess the situation right away but he can hear a familiar voice shouting somewhere close.

He flips himself over and tries to get up. As he raises his upper body off the cobblestone his slowly stabilizing vision shows him two dogs sprinting towards him.

Victor prefers to not think about what followed.

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.2 #Cornered #dnd #oc #fic #dog attack trigger #nowhere to run #bad memory

[meat-huge-pain-endless]

huge vent post feel free to ignore✌️

tw just in case tho for depression, anxiety, suicide/suicidal ideation, death, disordered eating, drug use, dissociation, depersonalization, and derealization

i need someone to come put a straight jacket on me i ruin everything i fucking touch i don’t want to be a bother but im desperate to be known so i spill my guts just for them to get trampled. and i really do let everyone walk all over me. i assume that every other human being on the planet knows better than me about everything and i will tolerate literally an treatment so long as you’re a little bit nice to me sometimes, or even if you just tell me that you are ill probably believe you. my self esteem is so fucking low plus i can’t ever rlly tell what’s true anymore. my memory is so fucking bad like the amount of times a day i forget what im saying mid-sentence and then forget what i had just said and then forget what i was even talking about in the first place is genuinely embarassing. it’s so fucking humiliating actually like i am so out of it all of the time and i can never tell if it’s bc im dissociating or bc im dehydrated or bc i didn’t sleep or bc i haven’t eaten or bc i forgot to take my adhd meds or bc i hit the pen at 9:30am again or bc i DIDNT hit the pen but i have brain fog from smoking the night before and at this point it’s probably all of it all the time like it is so bad. ive never been worse in my life i don’t think. again i wouldn’t rlly know. all my memories feel a million miles away. im alone in my dorm room rn bc my roommate and our other friend went to our other other friend’s dorm to hang out. if i think about it too hard ill probably start crying. i was crying before they were even out the door.

everyone told me college is where you meet “your people.” the friends you have for the rest of your life. why do i have about 3 friends total (as in i actually hang out with them outside of classes/club meetings/school events/etc) and why do none of them feel like they’re actually my friends. oh wait actually i know why that is. it’s because i don’t feel like im real when im at college. that’s how i felt last year (like school year, and it was awful btw, thought it was the worst year of my life but then this semester happened and now im not so sure) but it just occurred to me that im feeling the same way except this time i wasn’t so alarmed by it bc i got used to it. like this is baseline college feeling for me. the worst part of it all is that everything is actually all my fault. like for real not sarcasm. my anxiety is so fucking severe and i didn’t realize it at all until recently when i started having more frequent panic attacks. i cry most days. i hyperventilate way too easily. i walk thru the world just going about my everyday life with the anxiety levels of an animal being hunted for sport. like literally if i accidentally do something wrong in public like the smallest tiniest stupidest mistake like pushing on a pull door or something i get so embarrassed it like so very seriously and genuinely the idea of people thinking that im stupid or laughing at me makes me want to die like seriously kill myself dead and i cannot overstate that im so scared of what people thjnk of me all the time.

oh and did i mention i also literally never stop thinking? overanalyzing everything i do and say and everything everyone else does and says to me and im always worried that my friends hate me or secretly think im an awful person or im thinking about things that they might potentially hate me for later down the line and sometimes i try to preemptively circumvent that by randomly being like “hey if i ever [insert thing im worried might potentially make them not like me anymore] just know that it’s not because [reason i think it might make them potentially not like me]” OH and i also all the time will ask my friends if they think im a bad person which is like so insane of me actually like why the fuck do i do that THIS IS WHAT I MEANT AT THE BEGINNING!!!! PUT ME IN A STRAIGHTJACKET CUT OFF MY GODDAMN HANDS JUST PLEASE DO SOMETHJNG because no matter what i fucking do i always end up crawling to SOMEONE to beg them for reassurance or tell them something that will make them worry about me (sometimes im not even aware im doing that one!) because i just need someone to care. i need someone to care about me or else im not real. (i feel like i only exist contextually but i don’t have time to get into all that right now). but then i get embarrassed for needing something. the fact that i have needs and wants and desires is the most embarrassing thing in the world. asking for what i want and need is the most mortifying torturous experience in the world. i hate being vulnerable.

i want to be cared for without judgement. i want to stop feeling like i am hard to like and even harder to love. i want to stop feeling tired all the time. i want to stop feeling miserable all the time. i want to feel like im real, like i actually exist. i don’t want to die, but i don’t want to live either. i think the only thing about death that still scares me is the fact that i would have to go alone. but the idea of infinite nothingness sounds like a dream. it’s so loud in my head all the time. i just want it all to stop.

#im sorry y'all #i just needed to put all of this somewhere that wasn't my brain #anyways #i sincerely hope that you are all doing better than i am right now #i'll b ok eventually tho

[justwonder113]

Haikyuu boys when you can't sleep-part 2

INCLUDES: Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro

PART 1; PART3

WARNINGS: some cusswords, I don't know if it can be triggering to someone but in kuroo's part reader is freezing and there's a joke about lighting yourself on fire to warm up, idk better safe than sorry!

Kuroo Tetsuro

When you looked at the clock last time it read 4 am, you wondered how much time would pass until you would finally manage to fall asleep. You were really tired and you had many things to do tomorrow too and you needed energy for it. But life decided to be a bitch and your heater broke making you stay in this miserable state in this cold ass winter night.

You threw on your warmest clothes and covered yourself with as many blankets but nothing seemed to warm you. You were shaking uncontrollably and you were hitting your teeth against each other so hard you were starting to get worried if by the morning they would be whole.

Honestly you were running out of ideas, it was like you were in the middle ground. You could neither fall asleep nor stay awake. You even tried giving up on the idea of sleeping and tried to make yourself busy, but you couldn't put your heart to anything. You had to read the same sentence just for it to make sense, your mind kept drifting to different subject and so on and so on.

At some point you also thought going to Kuroo for help, but you quickly threw away the idea. As much of a close friends you two were, it would still be weird to ask him to cuddle you so you could get warm and finally fall asleep no matter how desperate you were.

You felt safe and comfortable with him, that's why you were living with him after all, you two also cuddled from time to time on the couch or whenever one of you wanted comfort. Physical contact was not new, but sleeping together on the same bed seemed really intimate. You were sure Kuroo would agree and let you in his room and in bed and he would also cuddle you for whole night if you asked him, you didn't doubt that for a second, but you were not sure how it would affect your friendship.

You were mostly worried about yourself, because your head and your heart were in a mess and you were unsure about your feelings towards Kuroo, that's why you were so uncertain and alert around him.

It was a matter of time before he would approach about you, you just knew he had already noticed the change in your demeanor and it was making you worried.

You bit your lip in frustration, how long would this go on? You were feeling mad at everything including yourself for being so confused and lost. You were very tired and cranky.

When the clock hit 5 am you decided to fuck it and got up. You wobbly walked out of your room and stood in front of kuroo's and stood in front of it. You were sure he was dead asleep, he wasn't even visible in that pile of pillows. It was still a mystery to you how he managed to breathe like that. You felt bad, he slept so peacefully, he would be comfortable too, he always complained about the heat and always preferred the cold too. Maybe you were being selfish now, he must have been really tired too you were not the only one with ton of studying to do.

But you felt desperate, you were feeling lightheaded, your body was extremely drained, all these allnighters really took toll on you. You deeply craved to rest even for a while.

You felt hesistant, but you still decided to go for it. You knocked on the door, and softly called out to him. When he didn't even stirr, you thought again to go back, one more night without sleep was nothing right? Maybe you could try one last time, if he didn't respond you would return to your bed or light yourself on fire. It didn't really matter now.

"Tetsu?" You softly called his name and this time he did stirr.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He shuffled a bit and straightened up. You went to him, he looked at you with confused eyes yet kept checking if everything was alright.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but can I sleep with you tonight? It's freezing in my room and no matter what I do I can't get warm." You explained to him and waited for an answer. Kuroo only nodded and moved to give you space to crawl in. You got next to him but your body was stiff, you were unsure what to do.

"What are you doing come closer, you're basically a popsicle!" Kuroo grumbled sleepily and dragged you closer to him. He made you lay your head on his arm as he wrapped it around your back, he then made you lay your hands under his shirt so he could warm it. But as soon as made contact with his skin, he flinched really hard, making you feel bad. "You dummy, if you were freezing this much you should have come sooner!" He wrapped his other arm around you too and tangled his legs with yours, and now you felt like you could breathe again. He also kept rubbing his hands steadily on your skin to heat you up a little. It was already so much more comfortable!

"Thanks Tetsu, it's already so much better." You smiled and snuggled against him, he only chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

"Glad to be of help babe, now sleep, you must be tired." You could feel that he looked at you carefully, "You worked really hard, you deserve to rest." He spoke lowly and honestly it sounded so hot it was giving you butterflies. "You can sleep here until we fix the heater, or whenever you like honestly. I can even sing you lullabies until you fall asleep too, but honestly you don't even have to wake me up just come here whenever you feel like it." His words were so slurred you were sure he would fall back asleep anytime now, yet you wondered how even in this state did he manage to charm you so flawlessly?

He kept rubbing tiny circles on your skin until he made sure you were asleep, or that's what he thought, as much comfortable you felt it would be impossible for you to fall asleep immediately, for starters your mind was going crazy. You were basically engulfed by him, you could freely smell his shower gel on him as well smell of pines and spice he always had naturally. Your whole body felt fluttery, you didn't even realize you had it this bad for him, but how could you not? Not only he was really attractive and charming, he was also really sweet and kind and really treated you so well!

It seemed like he was sure you were asleep so he hugged you tighter and lovingly stroked your hair, you could feel his gaze was on you, it felt so i tense yet really warm.

"Man what are you doing to me do you even have any idea?" You wanted to say something to him even though you had no idea what to say, Kuroo only leaned in and lovingly kissed your forehead. You felt so thankful it was dark in the room, otherwise it would be so noticeable just how much trouble you had collecting yourself. Jeez how could he be this adorable without even trying?

Based on the way his breathing evened out he must have fallen asleep and you felt like tou could finally breathe again. You looked at him closely he really was asleep. Could you really assume he liked you? You sighed softly and snuggled against him.

You were still unsure about your feelings and where you and Kuroo stood, but you were sure that no matter what you would be fine as long he was with you.

Suna Rintaro

You didn't even know what time it was, you just knew you had to keep on working on this project untill you finished with it.

You already felt like you were burning in time, you couldn't afford to get distracted now. You had to get at least most of it done so you could have at least some time to work on it and make changes if it needed any.

In reality you were really anxious, your head was a mess and it felt like you were running only on countless energy drinks you consumed. Just why did this project have to be so hard and difficult? It was all you could think about and it was so stressing you couldn't even pay attention to anything else and yes that also included your own friends family and even your boyfriend.

You wondered how he was fearing, You hadn't contacted him since morning and it was only a breath conversation too. Basically it consicted of him checking on how were you doing. He also had a big game coming up and you were so engulfed in your work you didn't even have time to comfort and encourage him.

You looked at the clock, it read 1a.m. You choked up, you wanted to cry, you felt so stressed! You only wanted to be in your boyfriend's arms, you wanted to feel at ease. You already felt like you were incompetent due to the hard time you were having, you felt like you were a bad partner, a bad friend a bad child to your parents...

You sighed, it was no use in bitching you had to get yourself together and get work done.

You took a deep breath continued with the work, trying not to pay attention to anything else.

You didn't know how much longer were you working, but you were interrupted when you heard a doorbell. You were confused,who could it be at this hour?

You were pleasently startled with the image of your boyfriend. You immediately swung open the door and basically jumped on him.

"Easy there tiger, I'm holding the food." He warned you but he didn't make any move to let you go. He held you close to him as if he was trying to savour the moment.

"What are you doing here?" You were dumbfounded, the least thing you expected was to see him here at this ungodly hour.

"I was craving fastfood."he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. He lead you through the apartment and sat on the couch, you in his lap. "I saw that you were still online on Spotify and I just knew that you would still be working your butt off on that dumb project most likely managing to forgetting to eat and hungry too so here I am. Your knight in shining armour."

"I don't know if I should be pleased or irritated from how you phrased it, but I'm hungry as hell so I'll let it pass this time." You grumbled annoyed and leaned in to get the bag, Suna only smiled softly and kissed your cheek.

"I'm only surprised you're being cooperative, I thought I would have to fight you to eat your food, you're no fun, I was ready to wrestle you." He teased, making you stick your tongue at him.

"I was about to get some food and anyway, you're just in time." You smiled and gave him food. But he barely ate anything, he was mostly watching you with careful eyes, while he was stroking your hair, making you feel more eased and relaxed. You felt so thankful he came.

"Will you stay the night?"

"Yeah, I don't feel like walking home." You smiled and kissed him softly.

"you're free to do whatever you want but just so you know I still need to get back to my work." Suna only nodded, you gave him a weak smile and got up. You felt really bad but you had to finish your project. Suna got up too and took his hoodie off giving it to you.

"You'll be more comfortable in this." You smiled at him and took off your jacket and let him put the hoodie on, which was so warm and smelled like him too it only made you want to curl up and not get up. Your eyes were really irritated and tired too, you craved nothing more than good night's sleep.

You were about to thank him for the hoodie but he yanked on the ties of the hoodie making it close around your face, you wanted to Voice your complaint but he also didn't let you do that as he threw you around his shoulder romantically like you were sack of potatos and started walking.

"What are you doing?" You struggled against him.

"Stop or I'll drop you!" He warned you but you only huffed.

"try me bitch!" You were not willing to give in that easily.

"Okay." He said and he really dropped you, on bed but still! You wanted to fight but he decided to be a dick and lied on you, almost squishing you. He held you tightly and layed his head on your chest, he was really going to sleep!

"God Rin you're killing me!" You squirmed.

"Okay."

"I really have to work on that project!" You whined yet again but it was no use.

"it's sounds like a you problem!" You tried to fight some more but it was no use he wasn't even going to budge.

"you're infuriating you know that?" You couldn't help but feel annoyed, you wanted to be done with the project today, it was weighting you down enough already. But your boyfriend apparently had other plans.

"Don't even try anything, you look like a ghost! I'm not letting you continue working." You wanted to say something but you couldn't come up with anything.

"I need to pee?" You tried to reason.

"Go for it, at least we'll be warm!" Suna replied without missing a beat making you groan.

"You're really annoying right now!"

"But you love me." The last comment made your resolve crack, as much frustrated you felt, this was what you needed the most right now. You smiled and kissed his forehead, he smiled softly and snuggled more to you. He must have missed you a lot.

"Yeah I do." You pecked him again and got more comfortable, the project could wait a little.

#haikyuu! #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo headcanons #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna headcanons #suna imagine #kuroo imagines #haikyuu

[oedein]

DEAL WITH IT.

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader.

warnings: SMUT. sub reader. unprotected sex, overstim, light degradation, pet names.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: lol sorry for making bucky so mean ;(

Standing in the bedroom of your shared bedroom with Bucky, the two of you were trying to find outfits for tonight.

Tony had invited all of the avengers to party to celebrate your latest mission with the squad ending flawlessly. As part of the team, you were going. Bucky was quite averse to the idea of staying out for the night at first, but after a few hours of you practically begging him, he finally caved. — It's not that Bucky wouldn't have gone at all; he would've most likely just tucked himself away in a corner during the whole night and minded his own very boring business. If it wasn't for you accompanying him, helping him loosen up and actually enjoy himself.

After spending a fair amount of time getting ready both physically and mentally, you arrived at the party without any further hindrance.

Bucky kept close to you, his shoulder bumping into yours every time you stopped to greet someone. An hour of just strolling around endlessly made you jittery, feet bouncing off the floor every time you stopped walking. The sound of your suits rubbing up against each other built up a mild frustration within you, making you grit your teeth. You decided to link your arms together as a result instead of walking around like you were gonna merge. The two of you were usually shy about showing affection in public, especially around the other Avengers, but something about tonight tempted you into being more physical with him. You ended up catching up with a friend for quite some time as you were on the way to a bar, making Bucky rather restless. Excusing yourself, you nudged into his side and turned to whisper in his ear. "Hey, 'might want to go there alone for now. I'll be there in a bit." Bucky nodded and pulled his arm away from yours, starting to walk away from you. You watched as he went to sit down on a stool in a far corner, ordering his drink in peace. Your eyes kept flickering over to Bucky as your friend spoke, silently watching as he brushed his hair out of his face and cracked his knuckles. The way he tilted his head back and sighed in frustration as his bangs fell into his face again made you chuckle quietly. You followed every minute movement he did, biting your lip. When he scratched his beard, squinted when someone was too loud, or the way he would look over at you, eyes scanning you up and down made you lose your sense of surrounding, only fixating on him. The friend from earlier was still talking but caught on to you zoning out pretty quickly. Not wanting to bother you further or waste time, they excused themselves and nodded towards your boyfriend, "Go catch up with him; we'll talk more later!" You would apologise countless times for being so out of it before your attention turned back to Bucky, your gazes connecting. "Buck, buck, buck!" You called out playfully, humming as you walked up to him. He turned the stool around as he heard your voice, giving you a slight nod in acknowledgement. You beamed up at him, taking the opportunity to move closer, nestling between his spread legs and leaning your back up against him.

Bucky leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder instead of just sitting straight, giving you a soft nuzzle.  As the bartender approached, you quickly added,  'I'll have whatever he's having.' craning your neck to the side and giving Bucky a wink. You could feel his chest rumble as a chuckle built up, the sweet sound escaping from his lips and lingering around you. You awkwardly wrapped an arm around him and turned, lips hovering over each other for a few seconds before they connected. A quick yet deep kiss. You hummed in discontent once he pulled away from you, placing a lasting kiss on your cheek instead. Bucky glanced at you, watching as you nuzzled your cheek into his chin and kept your arm around his shoulder before you leaned back into him. "You look so good in that suit, Buck. Giving me so many bad thoughts..."  you purred into his ear, watching as he suddenly turned in his seat. "And it's so hard to have all these thoughts with so many people around. I can't do anything about it." A string of tsks left you, and you shook your head playfully, turning to look for a drop of shock on his face.  To your surprise, he was staring straight ahead, gaze almost burning holes into the wall. You couldn't make out any emotions on his features, only noticing his visibly clenched jaw. A pang of satisfaction ran through you — the plan you wanted to set into motion earlier was seemingly starting to work. Bucky's attention returned to you, and he moved his hands to your waist, pushing you so that you would turn to face him. His eyes fixed on you as he leaned in closer, your noses almost touching.

"No." A single word left his lips, taunting you. The confidence from mere seconds ago crawled back inside, being replaced by a newfound annoyance of your boyfriend. You looked directly at him, letting out a huff in response. A smirk crept up over your features, and you placed an arm on his waist, "Aw, come on," you emphasised the last word, dragging it out as you nudged him with your shoulder, "you know you want it." You brought your hand up, dragging it against his crotch before it slinked under his chin, tilting his head down. Moving in for a kiss as he jerked back from the contact, you gave his bottom lip a tug before you pulled away. You heard a quiet 'fuck you.' escape his lips, making you giggle in return. You made sure to finish up your drinks before you got up, deciding to walk outside to chill off. The cold air bit at your reddened cheeks, making you shiver and press further into Bucky as you walked. Your hands curled up into fists, shaking from the chill winds dancing around you before Bucky eveloped them in his. The silent walk fell short as you stopped, turning to stand in front of him. You wriggled your hands free from his grip and placed them on his tie, playfully tugging on it. You reached down to his pants, fingers resting on his belt before you dragged your nails against the leather. You felt his muscles flex underneath his shirt, reacting every time your fingers would brush up against his abdomen. Bucky remained silent, watching as you pushed up against him, grinding your crotch against his, desperate for any reaction. Your eyes met, staring down each other, awaiting your next moves. Your shared warmth was soon gone, with Bucky almost peeling you off of him, moving his hand under your chin and tilting it up.

He ran his metal arm down your body until he stopped at your crotch, copying your actions. Before you could react, he pulled away, shaking his head at you dismissively.  The trip home was unbearably quiet, Bucky shutting down any advances you made, resorting to a painful silent treatment. Once you got to your apartment, Bucky ushered you inside and closed the door with an unexpected intensity that made you jump in surprise. Discarding your outerwear, the two of you began walking inside before you were stopped in your track, almost falling over as a result. Bucky was close behind you as his hand found its way to your pants, hooking a finger around your belt and pulling your back towards him. You yelped in surprise, stumbling back a few steps before you hit Bucky's chest with a soft thump. A sigh escaped him before he spoke, voice low and gruff. "I don't appreciate that type of behaviour. Especially not in front of others." His free hand found its way up to your face, fingers wrapping around your jaw firmly, turning you to face him. "Whatever you were trying to gain back there is not going to happen." He noticed a change in your posture, the way you almost cringed into yourself as you listened to his harsh words. As soon as you were about to speak up, Bucky was cutting you off in an instant. "Hm? D'you really think you deserve any of those things?" His words were laced in disappointment, watching as you desperately racked your brain to try and come up with a confident reply. "Aw, poor boy... not a single word, huh?" Bucky brought his knee up between your legs and pushed them apart, the fingers around your belt pulling you further into him. He grinded up against your backside, listening to your mewls. "Where did all that confidence from earlier go?" He huffed out a chuckle, hot breath fanning against your cheek. A satisfied smirk washed over his features as you shuddered in response. "Be good for once and sit down." He mumbled, giving you a slight push towards the living room sofa.  You gasped at the sudden movement, stumbling forward and catching yourself on the armrest before you sat down, anticipating Bucky's next move. He followed close behind, eyes never leaving your frame. The growing silence broke as Bucky reached out with two fingers in front of your face. He was towering over you, fully taking advantage of the angle he was at. "Open your mouth." You obliged eagerly, faster than he could finish the sentence. Leaning forward, you let your tongue lay flat against your lower lip and tilted your head back. You looked up at him proudly, expecting to hear praises; instead, you were met by his harsh silence again. Bucky watched as you wrapped your lips around his digits, fluttering your eyelashes at him as your gazes met. You could sense how impatient he was getting, so you started sucking on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. The muffled moans you let out against Bucky's fingers made his cock twitch in his pants, his bulge visibly growing. A string of saliva followed his fingers as he pulled away from your mouth, drool pooling up at the corners of your mouth threatening to spill out as well. Bucky slid down on the sofa next to you, pulling you up on his lap with his free hand once he settled. You rested your legs in between his before he began tugging down your pants and underwear. You followed suit, struggling before your shirt came off fully. Bucky discarded the clothes on the floor before he moved your legs on either side of him. Your member sprung free, plopping up against your belly, making you shudder as the cold air hit your sensitive tip. You looked down, watching as some of your precum ended up leaking on your stomach. Bucky brought his lubed up fingers in front of him and spat on them as well before he lifted your hips slightly. He moved his hand to spread your cheeks, letting a slick finger circle your entrance. He spent a good few minutes riling you up, the seemingly endless teasing never ending. "Hah- Mm.."  You tried to moan out in disappointment as he stopped moving, but the noise got stuck in your throat, leaving you even more frustrated. "Please, Buck.. please touch me." You leaned your head against his shoulder, drawing out a lengthy whine into his ear. "I don't think you deserve any of that, though, do you?" He tutted at your words and stopped moving his hand, "Dumb brats don't get their way. They have to deal with what they get." You huffed out in protest as he spoke, "M'not a dumb brat!" You gave his chest a light slap, laying your hand flat against it. Bucky hummed in response and turned your head to face him, "You sure are acting like one right now." As he finished scolding you, he started moving his fingers again —this time pushing his slick digits into you, slowly stretching you out. The sudden contact made you jolt forward, and your hands gripped onto his shirt tightly, knuckles almost turning white. Bucky watched you slowly unravel in front of him as he started to increase his pace. You threw your head back, whining loudly every time his fingers brushed against your prostate, threatening your body to climax early. He moved his cold, metal arm from your waist and wrapped it around your cock, starting to pump it with a steady pace. The added pressure made you keel over, laying your head against his chest as he kept pumping his fingers into you. The second you tried to show that you were close, he would suddenly stop and pull his fingers out, watching as your frustration grew. Tears began forming in your eyes from the teasing, spilling over as you looked at him, making you feel pure defeat. Bucky smirked, pleased with the state he had put you in. He leaned forward, placing small kisses on your cheek until he reached your lips, capturing them in a deep, salty kiss. You kissed him back, sniffling softly as he pulled away from you. He bucked up against you and nodded to the free space on the sofa, motioning for you to lie down. Once you had switched positions, you watched as Bucky moved to get up. You frantically reached out for him, not expecting him to walk away from you like this. He looked down at you and tsked, lifting his index finger and shaking it at you. "Come on, you gotta be more patient than that." He sounded disappointed again, making you wince at your sudden reaction. You curled into the leather sofa, hands at either side of your face. "You can't seriously believe that I'm done with you right now. Not when you're behaving like that." His voice echoed through the room as he walked out to get something. You felt the sofa dip as he returned and nestled between your legs. The familiar sound of a belt jingling piqued your interest, making you look over. Bucky came back with a bottle of lube in his hand, ready to prep both of you. He undid his pants and let his cock spring free, looking over to see you staring at him through heavy lids. A low groan snapped you out of it, your eyes following his hands, watching as he stroked his cock and lubed it up. Cars driving outside the apartment illuminated the room through your windows, letting you see all of Bucky for a few seconds, taking in the sight in front of you greedily. The way he threw his head back and the way his hand would occasionally twitch as he pumped himself was intoxicating. Bucky pulled his hand away from his cock and reached out for your waist, pulling you up on his lap before he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed himself in, getting all of his cock to fill you up, growling as you squirmed. His thrusts started out slow and steady, your moans spurring him on. He brought your legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as his thrusts turned harsher, almost feral. The room's silence was replaced by the sound of your erratic moans and skin slapping against skin. "Hands up over your head." Bucky suddenly huffed out, never ceasing his ruthless pounding. When you didn't respond, he decided to lean forward, bending your legs until he was close enough to your face. You gasped as his position switched, his cock pushing even deeper inside of you. His hand pinned yours above your head, holding onto your wrists tightly as he kept rutting into you. A loud whine escaped you as you tried glancing down at your neglected cock, wanting to relieve the pressure building up in your abdomen. Bucky noticed your shifting attention, tutting at you as he leaned back up, grabbing onto your hips. "Why don't you be a good whore and cum without touching yourself, hm?" It was more of an order than a question, and you bitterly agreed, trying to relax your arms as Bucky kept fucking you into the sofa like a toy. The assault on your prostate resumed, sending waves of pleasure through your body, cock twitching impatiently the closer you got. After the first time you came, you tried to sit up, expecting him to finish up as well. But you got pulled down into the cushions again, being stared down by an annoyed Bucky. He shook his head at you and kept thrusting. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He spoke through gritted teeth, trying to steady himself as much as he possibly could with you clenched around him. You nodded frantically and quickly moved your hands down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, hoping he wouldn't complain. Luckily he didn't, being too preoccupied with fucking you senseless and milking you dry. Drilling into you like it was the only thing he knew how to do. His hips snapped into yours aggressively, cock burying itself deeper in your ass, prodding at your prostate without mercy. After what felt like an eternity of being relentlessly pounded into and being brought to climax several times, you suddenly broke. "Hah, too much..." You moaned out, back arching off the couch and pushing you into Bucky. "It hurts, pl-ease!" Bucky ignored your cries, his pace increasing any time you started whining. He watched your cock twitch as he found your sweet spot again, moaning as you clenched around his shaft. You felt the familiar pressure build up in your abdomen again, pushing yourself off the couch with your elbows as you came for the nth time. Your red, sensitive tip rubbed up against your stomach, making you hiss and whine. Bucky suddenly slowed down, watching for your reaction. He heard you breathe out in relief, beginning to tear up and moving your hands to cover your face. A low chuckle escaped him, and he started thrusting into you again, reaching out for your cock as well. He pressed his palm against your tip, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing. You gasped, letting out a string of curse words and cries, the overstimulation completely taking over your body. "I can't do... it, please." You managed to choke out in between sobs and broken moans. Clenching around his cock, you looked at him through your blurred vision, tears rolling down your burning cheeks. Your hands flew down and grabbed onto Bucky, digging your nails into his forearm, begging him for mercy. Bucky grunted from the pain of your grip and started to pump your cock in retaliation, your sharp cries making him shiver. He began thrusting into you again, the mixture of pleasure and pain making you roll your eyes back, mouth hanging open. He dragged a finger over your stomach, coating his hand with your cum before he spread it on your member, revelling in the way your shaking body reacted to him. His free arm grabbed onto your waist, angling you on him before he began drilling into you again, prodding at your prostate again. Your eyes found his, watching as his face suddenly twisted. Bucky's grip on your cock never relaxed; instead, he started to pump your shaft faster as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic. Bucky looked down, watching your fucked out face, before he leaned over you, releasing into you with a loud groan. He snapped his hips up, pushing to stay deep inside of you. You felt his cock twitch, his release making you shiver and cry out in relief. It pushed you to release for the last time, hips snapping up into the air as pain wracked your body, cock painting your torso and covering you in cum. Bucky thrust into you one last time before he pulled out, trying to steady his breath before he wriggled his arm out of your grip and tucked his cock back into his pants. He watched as your body shook, not being able to calm down fully. His suit and shirt came off, and he kneeled down on the floor next to you, wiping both of you off carefully with his shirt. He let it fall to the floor, scooting over to you and placing his cold hand on your cheek, stroking away tears that rolled down your face. A pang of guilt surged through his body as you looked down at him, eyes puffy and wet. You turned and flashed him a sad smile, breathing heavily into your shoulder. His hand reached out behind your head, grabbing onto a blanket that he luckily had placed on the sofa before, bunching it up in his arms as he got up. Bucky returned to the couch and bent over you, helping you sit up. He wrapped his arms around you securely, making an attempt to prop you up against the backrest. You laid limp in his arms, still trying to catch your breath through quiet tears. You watched as he pulled out the blanket, spreading it out and wrapping it around your shaking body, hushing your cries. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." He whispered soothingly and rubbed your back,

"Good boy, taking it all so well." Watching as you reached out a hand shakily, he took it in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Your breathing began to even out, eyes following Bucky's as his arms went under your legs and around you, scooting you over into his lap. He hugged your body closely, moving his head to kiss away the tears staining your cheeks. His right hand made its way up to your face, cupping your cheek and tucking your head under his chin. A loud hiss left you as your inner thigh brushed up against your still sensitive member, causing you to twitch and tense up. "Still hurts..." A quiet whine left you as you mumbled against the fabric, arching your back awkwardly. "...I'm all messy." Bucky grimaced and gave your side a gentle squeeze in an attempt to shift your focus. "I know, I know. It's gonna be hurting for a while, but you need to try to relax." He sighed deeply and peered down at you, "I'm not leaving until you can get up on your own." You hummed in response, snuggling into his lap, trying to stop shaking. A sudden feeling of anxiety bubbled up as you felt Bucky move until you realised that he was just trying to lay down with you on top of him. Your legs moved around, trying to find a comfortable position before you finally settled, hands grabbing onto the blanket and bringing it up to your face. Bucky brought his hand up from your waist and placed it on the back of your head, fingers massaging your scalp. He watched closely as your eyelids fluttered shut, making him sigh in relief. "I love you," His voice was soft and loving, barely above a whisper. "Such a good and patient boy, huh? Always holding out for me." He was finally praising you, making your stomach bubble up with pride. You lifted up a finger silently in acknowledgement and wiggled it around, listening to Bucky's soft chuckles in response as your mind began to cloud, leading you into a well-deserved slumber, your body ceasing its trembling.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x reader #bucky x male reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #marvel x male reader #marvel smut #male reader insert

[darkmulti]

I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap

#taehyung smut #bts smut #bts yandere #yandere bts

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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[pudimsuki]

Bakugou + pool + nsfw☺️

Pool fingering | Bakugou x reader

Hi, hope you like it ❤

Warnings: NSFW (18+ content), fingering, public place, jealousy, swearing cause it's our blasty boy, haha.

You knew you shouldn't test your luck with your hotheaded boyfriend. Of course you knew. But you did that? Well…

You’ve been teasing him all morning. Class 3-A went for a day off at the pool, planned by Kaminari and Mina, and you decided it would be a great idea to mess with your explosive lover.

First was the too-small bikini you decided to wear. Then you didn't pay much attention to him. Bakugou hates it when you don't pay attention to him. And to complete the package, you were spending way too much time with the other boys, even offering to put sunscreen on them.

Bakugou was fuming. You could tell even with your back turned to him. The way he threw daggers with his gaze at you wasn't the slightest bit subtle. The only reason he still hadn't done anything was his enormous pride, but to say jealousy wasn’t eating him alive would be a big fat lie.

He knew you were doing that on purpose. Oh, he fucking knew.

The way you bowed when talking to Kaminari, or the way you rubbed Kirishima's chest “oh so innocently” when you said he was getting stronger with his new training routine, being especially louder to make sure he would hear it.

He was getting tired of that little game you were playing. But it's when you went to that half and half bastard that he loses his shit.

“Todoroki-san, can you help me put on sunscreen? I can’t reach my lower back.”

The heterochromatic boy blinked at your question, surprised by the sudden request, but as soon as he held the bottle, Mina appeared at your side, whispering in your ear:

"Hope you know what you're doing, cause here comes the bomb."

Before you could react or respond, you felt your arm being gripped by a hand you knew all too well. Bakugou squeezed your arm, pulling you away from a stoic Todoroki who still held the filter in his hands.

“The fuck are you doing?” He growled in your ear.

You turned to face him, battering your eyelashes. “Nothing, Katsu.”

“Don’t play dumb now.” He said, red eyes burning yours. “You’re coming with me.”

You felt a shiver go up your spine, but chose to keep the facade.

“But Katsuki, I wanna swim.”

“I don’t care.”

You pout. “I wanna go to the pool.”

His jaw clenched at your behavior; you were walking on thin ice with him.

“And besides”, you proceed. “Everyone’s here, we can’t just leave now.”

He knit his brows, annoyed, but after a few seconds of deliberation, a mischievous smile came to his lips.

“You wanna go to the pool?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, you knew where that smile came from. “Uh, I guess so.”

“Great, then we go to the pool. You've spent way too much time with these extras.” You blinked, surprised at how easy it was to convince him, but followed him as he led you to one of the corners of the bluish pool.

The cold water was a balm for the hot summer day, and you felt every pore in your body quickly getting used to the change in temperature.

"Hey man, are you going to play?" Kirishima yelled at Bakugou, raising a water polo ball.

"Nah, I'm fine. I’ll play the next round."

Kirishima just shrugged "All right."

"Are you sure you don't want to play?" You asked, knowing your boyfriend's competitive nature.

Bakugou just wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning against the wall of the reservoir, keeping some distance from the others who were already gathering to form teams for the game.

"I have other things in mind." He spoke close to your ear, his voice showing signs of his earlier irritation.

You grinned. "Aw, Katsu. Did you get jealous? That's alright, everyone knows I'm taken."

"Oh, they know. But I think you need a little reminder."

“Yeah? And what are you planning to…” You stop mid sentence, gasping. “Katsuki, what are you doing?” You inquired, feeling him run two fingers up and down your clothed sex.

“Playing with what belongs to me. Got a problem with that?”

He rubbed harder, making you squirm your legs.

“Katsuki, not here.”

“You’re not the one making the rules here, sweetheart.” He growled, holding you in place with his strong arm, your back glued to his chest. “I think you need a little punishment for being such a fucking brat.”

With that said, you felt his hand go inside your bikini panties and moaned at the direct contact. The movement of water making you extra sensitive.

You try to pull away from him, eyes wide at your classmates who are playing absentmindedly not far away.

"Don't you dare leave here. It'll be worse if you try." His voice was angry. Oh boy, you were in serious trouble. "Now this is what's going to happen. You're going to stand here like a good girl while I play with you and you're going to control your fucking voice. Your moans are for my ears only, got it?"

You just nodded quickly, holding his arm for support. You knew there was no escape the moment Bakugou put something in his head.

You stifled a moan as you felt him circling your clit slowly.

"Tell me, how funny it was to tease me, uh?"

Bakugou squeezed your little bundle of nerves between his fingers. Hard. You whimpered, shifting your legs. “Sorry Katsu.”

"Sorry Katsu." He mocks, mimicking the tone of your voice. "I should spank your ass so everyone could see my handprints through that tiny thing you call a bikini."

Any answer you could think of caught in your throat, replaced by a loud moan as Bakugou thrust two of his thick fingers at once into your tight hole.

"Didn't I tell you to control your voice?" He ranted, knuckles deep inside of you. "Or do you want everyone to listen to you, uh? Do you want them to see you purring like a little kitten with just my fingers?"

“N-no, I don’t.” You manage to babble, even with his thrusting starting.

He pulled his fingers out almost completely and thrust them back in tightly. You bite your lip, trying not to make any noise, but he could clearly hear your muffled cries.

“(Y/n)-chan!”

Your eyes widen when you hear Ochaco's voice. For a terrifying second, you think she's aware of your "lewd acts" in the water, but the giant smile she wears makes your worries slip away. In fact, from that little distance, everybody thought he’s just being weirdly affectionate and hugging you, even though he wasn't much of a PDA man. That is, at least for the time being.

You held your boyfriend's wrist, but he pretended not to notice. Instead, he started to thrust with more vigor.

"Answer it." Bakugou ordered in your ear.

"Stop." You mumble, almost desperately.

"If you don't answer her, she'll move closer. You don't want her to see how tight you get around my fingers, do you?"

Your walls contracted involuntarily, causing Bakugou to giggle behind you.

"(Y/n)-chan?" She called again and you noticed with horror that she actually started to approach.

"Ochaco!" You said, too loud to sound normal. "H-hey."

She smiles at you, still oblivious to your boyfriend's steady hand turning you into mud. "Me and the girls are going to buy ice cream. Do you want to come?"

"Uh- I..." That could be an easy way out of the current situation. Bakugou couldn't say no in front of Uraraka, but a slight squeeze on your waist told you better not to test the waters with him. "I pass, s-sorry.”

"Oh okay." She said and you thought she was going to leave, but she frowned at you instead. "Are you okay?"

"Excellent!" Again, too loud. Bakugou chuckled softly. "I'm great."

"Oh, it's just... Your expression looks a little pained."

"Oh" you replied, self moan self surprise. "The... The water! The water is cold."

“Really? I think it’s…”

"Uraraka-san!" Mina yelled from afar. You almost closed your eyes in relief. "Let's go!"

"I’m going!" With that, she said goodbye quickly and left. You breathed, releasing the moan you had been holding back.

"Holy shit,” Bakugou laughed. “I don't know if round face is too slow or if you're just a good actress."

You, on the other hand, were too busy paying attention to the movement of his fingers to laugh.

He fastened his pace, making you close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. You whimpered when you felt him hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Katsu, please.”

“What?” He asks above you. “You're gonna cum, princess?”

He could feel you were close, your walls tightening around the double digits. You started to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“Tell me who do you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki. I’m yours.” you cried, not really caring with anything but the feeling of his digits right now. You hoped that the loud laughter and shouts of your friends as they played covered your voice.

“Good girl.” He said, voice deep. You could feel his hard cock pressing your ass behind the fabric of both your bathing suits.

You didn’t last longer. Bakugou was quick to cover your mouth with his hand when you came. The noise you made would definitely have alerted someone closer. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, your juices mixing with the water.

The boys called Bakugou to play the second round, but he declined by saying he wasn't in the mood. You blinked at him, still coming back from your high, wondering what he would do now, but he just kissed a spot behind your ear before whispering.

“We’re finishing this in the changing room.” He announced. “Guess It’s my turn to be pleased.”

Now, we love a jealous Bakugou, don't we?

Thank u for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

[any comments will be answered with my main account: @angie-1306]

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[theweasleysredhair]

Breathless [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2783

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “Stop biting that fucking lip!” In which Y/n is a sales assistant working in the Weasley’s store; Fred likes her but finds it difficult to show this, especially since all he wants to do is to throw her against a wall and shag her.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. read with caution. or delight. idk anymore.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @wand3ringr0s3 @theweirdsideofstuff @harrysweasleys @thoseofgreatambition

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I DID A THING (Fred Weasley is one hot motherfucker just saying)

also this was supposed to be a drabble... oops?

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Fred wondered why he had hired you.

Well he knew why he had - because you were amazing at your job - but right now, as he watched you, bent slightly at the waist, interacting with some young children who had entered the shop, he severely regretted his decision. The only reason for this was that, due to the nice summer weather, you had decided to wear a skirt. A form-fitting skirt. A skirt that made Fred’s pants a tad too form-fitting themselves.

It wasn’t your fault - the sun had come as a welcome change, prompting the majority of people to be wearing lighter clothes as they hurried through Diagon Alley, so as to beat the heat. You’d just happened to have chosen a skirt that made Fred wish he could bend you over the till counter and pull said skirt up to your waist.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered down your form to the curve of your bum as you reached up to grab products for the customers you were with, or - even better - this morning when you had bent down to pick up something someone (Fred) had dropped. His heart was pounding from the thought, and he was still trying to live down the fact he’d had to ask to swap with George, who was behind the till, in order to hide a certain problem of his from customers and from you - something George had found hilarious, joking about it every time he passed his twin throughout the rest of the day - “Alright there, Freddie? Working hard are we?” - earning more than a few glares.

Merlin though, Fred wanted you. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hold you, love you openly. He wanted to ask you for your input on new inventions, to ask you for your opinion on anything - everything. To be the last one to kiss you at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. And he definitely wanted you in his bed. Or in the shower. Or against the wall.

Preferably all of the above.

He couldn’t remember when he first caught feelings - sometime during your years at Hogwarts, but Fred couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he realised he was in love with you as opposed to just loving you. Perhaps it was that one game of truth or dare that lead to you kissing him - a thought he savoured and thought back to a lot. The way your lips felt against his and how he was able to hold you close in that moment.

All he knew was that he was left breathless in your presence.

He spent the rest of the day with thoughts of you in his head, swirling around as he tried to focus on serving customers. This proved a difficult feat considering you were right by him on the shop floor - talking, laughing, smiling. Fred cursed himself for being so caught up on you, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was so wrapped up in watching the way your lips turned up into a smile, the way your hips swayed as you walked, imagining how they’d feel against his own that he nearly missed George bidding his goodbyes after the store had closed for the day - something about meeting Angelina - as he made himself busy tidying one of the stands near the entrance.

“Hey Fred?” You called from the storage room. Fred blinked, pulling his thoughts away from his fantasies and back into reality, “Yeah?”

There was silence for a moment, and Fred placed the vial he was holding back into its place before wandering over to the storage room just as you entered back onto the shop floor.

“George asked if we could find a place to put these new products,” you said, bringing out a couple of trays of a new product designed to give the taker the temporary ability to read minds.

Fred frowned slightly. He knew for a fact that this product was supposed to be set up at the weekend, not today, before he both cursed and thanked George mentally as he realised his twin had given him some time alone with you - and an excuse as to why.

You’d placed the trays down and began looking around the shop, trying to work out the best place to display them, absent-mindedly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you did.

Fred’s gaze was directed at where your teeth met your lip and he swallowed, his jaw clenching as he imagined himself being the one biting your lip, and what sounds you’d make whilst he was doing so.

In his haze, he hadn’t realised you’d moved to the opposite side of the till counter, placing some other products you’d taken from another display down as you leant on the counter yourself. The movement caused Fred to glance over at you and his breath immediately hitched in his throat.

He could’ve sworn your top was buttoned all the way to your collar just moments ago and yet now, as you were leaning on your elbows on the counter as you spoke about the idea for the display you had, all he could focus on was the sight of the top of your breasts, in perfect view from the way your top had fallen as you’d leant.

“I suppose we could always move the love potions stand to the other side of the shop,” you looked up at Fred to see his response and instead were met with a soft gaze and no hint that he’d heard what you’d said. You raised your hand up in front of his face, an amused smile now playing on your lips as you watched him jump slightly, pulling him from whatever daydream he’d concocted in his head.

“I’m sorry, love, what we’re you saying?” He reaches up to stroke the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Were you not listening again?” You teased, giving him a playful eye roll. “I’m sorry, I was just distracted,” he replied.

“By what?”

Fred cleared his throat, not wanting to admit that he was very much imagining throwing you against the nearest wall and snogging the hell out of you. He instead changed the subject, he hoped subtly, as he returned his focus to the tray of products on the counter, “We could move the Pygmy puffs over and put the new stand nearer the front.”

“That could work,” you looked around and bit your lip in thought again, “Yeah and then we could move...”

But Fred’s focus was lost again. He knew he should be paying attention, that you’d beg him to know what had him so distracted but he couldn’t help it. Not when you were stood barely five feet in front of him, with your top practically unbuttoned and your skirt hugging your curves the way it was.

“What do you think?” You turned back to him happily, before seeing him in a trance again, “Um... Fred?”

Fred blinked, “Oh um yeah, yeah sure, sounds good!”

“Okay good! And then where should we move the snack boxes to...” And there you went again with the lip biting. Merlin, were you doing it on purpose? Could you tell how badly it was affecting him?

And suddenly Fred was only vaguely aware of you being mid sentence as he interrupted your planning with a growl, “Will you stop biting that fucking lip?!”

You jumped, a bewildered look dancing across your features, “What?”

“Stop. Biting. That. Fucking. Lip.” He spoke in a low tone that hit you between your legs and your mouth dropped slightly.

That’s when you saw it. His skin flushed, jaw clenched. His darkening eyes. Your own eyes wandered down his suit-clad arms, sleeves rolled to his elbows and displaying his toned forearms, knuckles white from gripping onto the counter.

You watched his tongue dart out to swipe across his bottom lip and nearly whimpered.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” You challenged him, purposely pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again.

“Or this!”

And suddenly Fred had slammed you against the nearest flat wall, his hands around your wrists as he easily pushed your arms up above your head. Your chests were pressed together, heaving from the deep breaths you were taking, his forehead resting on yours before he crashed his lips against your own.

He held onto your wrists with one hand, using the other to pull you closer to him by your hip, his tongue licking into your mouth as you moaned, completely taken by the man pressed against you. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and gently nibbled, finally finding out what it felt like to bite your fucking lip.

You felt him through his pants, hard against your thigh as you sighed into his mouth, your hips rolling against his and making him let out a guttural moan.

He dropped his grip from your wrists just long enough to shake off his suit jacket, leaving him in his shirt as you ran your hands down his chest, revelling in the feel of his abs through the material.

His lips were still on yours, as if he was trying to imprint the feel of kissing you into his brain forever. In case this was a one time thing. In case it never happened again.

And then suddenly his mind was taken over by the feeling of your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as his own hands ran along the skin underneath your own shirt, fingertips reaching up to dance along the base of your bra, his hands gripping your back as you worked to take each others’ clothing off.

You pulled away for just a moment, pulling your shirt over your head as Fred did the same, throwing your bra somewhere in the middle of the floor, instantly forgotten as Fred put his hands back on you.

You shimmied your skirt down before making quick work of getting Fred out of his pants, mouth almost watering when you saw his hard cock pressing against the material of his boxers.

He pushed his lips back on yours, holding your bum as your hands reached around his neck to pull at the tufts of hair there, earning what you could only describe as a growl from him.

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned, taking in the sight of you, breathless and writhing under him.

“What if... I don’t want... you to stop,” you gasped as his mouth ghosted down your jaw, pressing the occasional open mouthed kiss to your skin.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, sucking at the skin just below your jawline. “I want you to make me feel good,” you said as you stared up into his dark eyes.

“Darling, I can make you feel better than good,” Fred promised with a smirk.

His lips were then busy licking down your neck, towards your chest and he gently teased a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and earning breathy moans from you. One hand gripped your bum as the other held the back of your thigh, slowly moving round and under your skirt as he lightly ran a finger along the lace of your underwear. “This wet just for me?” He grinned, pulling away from your breast to meet your gaze as you nodded breathlessly, “All for you, Freddie.”

“I like the sound of that,” he replied as he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as he hooked a finger under the band of your underwear.

He began trailing kisses down your stomach and then kneeled before you, slowly pulling your underwear down your legs before pausing, looking up at you, “These expensive?”

“I can buy more.”

And with that, he ripped them from your legs, throwing them off to the side, falling somewhere with your discarded shirts.

His warm breath hit between your legs and he gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside of you, licking into you and making you gasp. The sound you made when he gently bit your clit was downright filthy, and you swore you could feel Fred smirking against you. He pushed his fingers into you, lazily thrusting them in and out as you leant against the wall, eyes closing in pleasure.

Just as you felt yourself getting close, your breathing staggered as you edged towards your climax, Fred decided to pull away from you, the cold air hitting you suddenly, making you open your eyes and you whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Look at you, being so needy. My needy girl, huh? I’ll make you cum, don’t worry, I’m just... dragging it out a little,” Fred smirked as he stood up, his fingers suddenly entering you again but this time only moving slowly.

You desperately thrust your hips into his hand, hoping for more friction, sighing frustratedly as he tutted and removed his hand completely.

He stepped away from you, pulling his underwear off and you finally caught the sight of his cock, long and thick, precum covering the tip. He grabbed himself, slowly stroking himself as he stepped back towards you.

“Can I..?” You spoke, your eyes following his hands. “Be my guest, princess.”

Fred could’ve died happy, he thought, with your pretty lips around his cock, your hands pumping what wouldn’t fit into your mouth, letting out groans as your tongue swirled around the tip.

He felt himself twitch, when suddenly you’d pulled away and he knew as he watched you stand up with your swollen lips curling into a smile that it was your way of paying him back for denying you yours before.

“Dangerous game you’re playing here, love,” He warned, stepping towards you.

“I’m playing to win,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and absent-mindedly pushing your breasts up with the action.

Fred groaned, “I need to be inside of you.”

His hands were back on you, kissing you again before he guided himself to push inside of you. You both groaned together, breaths hitting the other as he thrusted up into you, pinning you against the wall. He grabbed your waist, his muscles flexing, sweat beading along his collarbone as you leant forward to kiss his neck, biting the spot under his ear that made him suddenly moan and his hips stutter.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he breathed out, his abs tightening with every push into you.

He then nodded over to the till counter just behind you, “See that counter? I’ve been thinking about bending you over it all day.”

“Then why don’t you?” You gasped out your breath hitching in your throat as he gave a particularly deep thrust.

Without a reply, he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling, before pulling you over to the counter quickly. He shoved the product trays onto the floor, unbothered by them crashing to the floor as he pressed a rough, dirty kiss to your lips before turning you around and bending you over like he’d imagined so many times before. His hands roamed across your bum, squeezing before pushing back into you and making you cry out.

His hands were on your waist as he pounded into you, before he reached around to pull you up so your back hit his chest, both of you glancing towards the large front window of the shop.

“Anyone could come by and see us, but you don’t care about that do you? Just as long as I keep making you feel good,” he growled in your ear, and you felt yourself clench around his cock, earning a groan from him.

“Freddie,” you whispered, your head falling back against his shoulder as you felt your stomach tightening, building up to your release, “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

“There’s a good girl,” Fred praised, a hand running up your stomach to hold one of your breasts, “You’re so good to me. Come for me, princess.”

You let out a moan as your climax washed over you, collapsing forward onto the counter as Fred thrusted into you a couple more times before releasing inside of you, gripping your hips as he groaned, his head falling against the back of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his lips tracing across your back and down your shoulder. And in that moment, as you were coming down from your high, whispering the words back to him, you knew this was the start of something that neither of you were prepared for.

After all, you left each other breathless.

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[moxfirefly]

Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

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