#edit: oh my god . dont look at his eyebrows

[bnuuys]

le temps des fleurs 🌷

#enstars #shu itsuki #🍒 draws #hehe shu brainrot goes brrr #had to get these all out of my system b4 work fucking kills me this week AHHH >:( !!!!!!!!!!! stwessy wessy #sososo obsessed w these fits tho IM SOOOO NORMAL #edit: oh my god . dont look at his eyebrows #i forgot to fix that part of his face fuckfuckfukc

[hearts4golbach]

Peanut-Butter and Pickles.

Colby Brock x Pregnant!Reader.

The early morning sun seeped in through the mostly closed blinds. i rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes before resting a hand on my stomach with the other reaching for my phone. i heard the shower sputter to a start. the walls were so thin in this house, i thought to myself as i shakily stood up. i trotted into the bathroom, knocking twice before entering.

colby peeked out from behind the curtain. "Hey, baby. how are you feeling?" his soft tone slightly echoed throughout the bathroom.

"im good," i placed a kiss on his cheek. "Mind if i join you?"

"Anything to save water." he joked, "of course."

i laughed quietly before stripping and getting in with him. one hand laid gently on my stomach. he ran his thumb in circles soothingly. "She's due in about a month." i said, placing my hand over his.

"Oh, i know." he replied matter-of-factly. "i can't wait."

i hummed, my hands intertwining with his. "me either."

colby washed my body, his calloused hands running over every part of my body gently. he took extra care of my stomach, peppering it in kisses and whispering sweet things to our unborn little girl. he kissed my lips passionately, whispering 'i love you's against my lips. i couldnt help but smile, wrapping my arms around his neck as he hugged me.

i got out, letting his finish washing himself, as he insisted. i stayed in the bathroom, doing my skincare while waiting for him to finish up. a twinge of hunger hit me, but not quite what i was expecting. "colbs, do we have peanut butter and pickles?"

he hesitated, "uh, im not too sure. we havent gone grocery shopping in a while."

"shit," i mumbled.

"why, whats up?" he turned off the water and stepped out, "cravings?"

i sighed, "yeah. honestly, i find them annoying."

"Then, let's go to the store." he offered. "it should be open by now."

"really? this early?" i paused, "and, dont you have to focus on editing today?"

his hand met my waist as he kissed my cheek, "That can wait. I'll just stay up later."

"If you're sure," i smiled.

we walked down the aisles, getting our usual items for the house, as well as looking for new things to try.

whenever we had turned the corner and saw peanut butter sitting on the shelf, i felt as if i could start drooling.

i walked my happy ass over to the shelf and grabbed our favorite brand. "is this one okay?"

"Of course," colby laughed, "that's the one we always get, anyway." he pushed the cart closer to me before i tossed it in.

he picked out a couple more things before we went to the cold section. we chose 2 different types of pickles, the dill pickles, and we decided to try the sweet and spicy ones, too.

i rushed him out of the store, far too excited to get home. colby held a small smile on his face the whole time.

walking into the kitchen, colby asked me, "So, what exactly are you thinking?"

"Well, it's just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. but instead of jelly, it's pickles." i explained as i put up groceries.

"Easy, I'll make it for you." he rubbed my arms, "Go sit down. I'll get the groceries."

"no, oh my god. i dont want you doing all the work." i leaned against the counter, protesting his request.

"y/n, you're carrying my baby that's due in a month. im gonna take away as much stress as i can." his eyebrows furrowed together.

"It's not that big of a deal, babe." i shrugged, "but I'll go sit."

he thanked me before getting to work on the sandwich. i turned on our favorite tv show and patiently waited for him to come join me in the living room. only moments later, Colby walked into the room with two plates. one containing a normal peanut butter and jelly while the other had peanut butter and pickles.

i was extra emotional, seeing as my hormones were going crazy. “oh my god, i love you so much.” i said, nearly choking back tears.

he kissed my forehead, placing the plate in my lap. “i love you so much more.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock x reader #colby brock #fluff #pregnancy #hearts4golbach

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae smut #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae smut #juyeonszn

[julibeeline]

I love you, just you ⛄️🌪 [karl jacobs]

[karl jacobs x reader]

“your boyfriend seems to be too preoccupied with tina to even acknowledge you”

warnings: angst

masterlist

​​getting singled out; an expression of being excluded, isolated and neglected. something that had never crossed your mind until this very second.

“that just reminded me of that one time-“ karl’s giggle-laugh droned out in your ear as you heard him and tina making another inside joke for the 5th time in the past half hour. originally you had thought this stream was a fun idea, your boyfriend had wanted you to meet one of his close friends, in real life, in a stream, just the three of you.

it was at first, until it became unbearably pathetic for you to be stuck in a room with this atmosphere that anyone could tell was uncomfortable. just for you, though, not them.

you couldn't figure out where it went all wrong, the supposedly innocent ‘you laugh you lose’ stream really took a 180, as you now sat there awkwardly looking around the room until the next media share popped up. next to you sat karl and tina, poking one another, trying to make each other laugh; “a part of the challenge” he says.

your legs shook underneath the shared desk as you looked through chat, trying to thank the donations that the other two seemed to miss, of course they did, being too stuck up each other’s asses. subtle tears seemed to slightly blur your vision as you read what the viewers sent in chat. it only made you feel worse.

tf is karl doing?

i feel so bad?? what the fuck is going on?

someone tell those two to stfu

i thought karl was y/n’s boyfriend? not tina’s?

lmfaoo why’s tina trying so hard to get karls attention 💀

you got up from your chair, making an excuse to go to the bathroom. karl didnt even seem to notice anyways. when you entered the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and started to text you and karl’s shared best friend, quackity. ha, seems like he beat you to it.

alex

hey you okay? whats going on in karl’s stream?

you

i dont know

i wanna get out of here

alex

why are they such assholes?

they shouldnt be leaving you out like that.

especially karl

he was right, you didn't deserve this. god you wanted to break up with karl right there and then. but you didn't. instead, you returned back to the stream and patiently waited for it to come to an end. damn they were really having the time of their lives.

bro its been going on for the past hour 😐

karl doesnt even deserve y/n tbh

my respect for karl and tina 📉📉

as the stream slowly ended and tina left the house after saying her goodbyes, it became an uncomfortable silence between you and karl. the lively atmosphere stopped too abruptly, it seemed that karl had finally sensed something was wrong.

“hey baby, you okay? im sorry the stream was a bit long-“

“i think im gonna go to bed. im kinda tired” you mutter, going past him to his bed.

“o-oh okay, uhm have a good night-“

you close the door.

karl stood there behind the door that you had just closed, wide eyed. he slowly walked back to his monitor, perhaps you weren’t feeling too well? 

he had planned to edit the stream he had just done, thinking it went pretty well. as he opened up the vod from twitch, he got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. 13 unread messages from quackity on discord?

quackity

karl wtf?

its getting kinda annoying for y/n right now man

KARL

KARL

STOP

this is bullshit

what are you even doing?

karl

youre leaving y/n out

so is tina

dude

hey asshole?

read your texts

karl’s eyes widened as he read through the texts, guilt bubbling up in his stomach. he furrowed his eyebrows as the vod played on his second monitor, shifting his attention to it.

“KARL STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LAUGH STOP POKING ME” tina’s voice played from the video. the back of his throat felt tight, panic starting to rise in him.

he continued watching the vod, occasionally skipping to other parts of it when the shame got too much to handle. the visible dismay on your face only helped it grow.

what was he even doing?

as he replayed the chat, his eyes glossed over.

hesitantly getting up from his seat, and taking off his headphones, karl walked over to his bedroom door.

he thought to himself before he opened the door. what should he say? how does he start? was it too late already?

the sight when he opened the door, somehow managed to crack his heart in the slightest.

you were on one side of the bed, far away towards the wall. where he usually slept with you was now empty, his spot on the bed seemed way too accessible now.

the guilt and regret slowly washed over him as he got in, wrapping one arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. for some kind of reassurance for himself.

“y/n? are you awake?”

“mm..”

“im so sorry” 

“what?” you mumbled half asleep and sat up slowly. you were met with karl’s worried, now red eyes, never daring to make eye contact with you.

“you know i love you, right? and im really sorry, i shouldn't have left you out like that. im sorry for ignoring you and only talking to tina, im just so sorry and i don’t blame you if you want to break up, it’s just I didn’t mean to-”he cries.

“karl, slow down, its fine-”

“i love you, just you”

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #angst #mcyt angst

[callsign-cree]

irresistible, my ass | pete “maverick” mitchell

synopsis | it wasn’t like maverick to be hung up, especially on a woman. when he spots her during his volleyball match, he could barely focus. but little did he know, she wasn’t just any woman.

warning | swearing, young maverick, goose being goose, afab (assigned female at birth) + pronouns, use of y/n, rejection, kazansky reader

genre | fluff

wordcount | 1.2k

note | the idea is there, the execution is not. this was another oneshot where i rushed it to keep the idea flowing, it will most likely be edited after.

———

it wasn’t like maverick to be hung up on a girl. it was usually a one time thing, the one and done. but when she sat on the bleachers with aviators watching volleyball, he couldn’t act right. and goose wasn’t much help either.

they were down one point in their series of game against iceman and slider. goose groaned and dropped his head, recovering the ball from the sidelines. iceman and slider celebrated, sending mocking gestures at them.

“come on, mav,” said goose, tossing the ball to him, “whats going on with you?”

maverick shook his head with a small smile, thanking his aviators covered his eyes, so he could glance at the girl on the bleachers. but with the slight turn of his head, goose could already see what he was looking at.

“oh come on, mav!” said goose, shaking his head and whistling to begin the game. “can you go one moment without seducing someone?”

“hey, its not my fault,” said maverick, toying with the ball in his hands, “im irresistible.”

“irresistible, my ass,” said goose, motioning to ice and slider, “lets go!”

maverick smiled at his friend and tossed the ball up, sending it over with a simple hit. the game has begun.

iceman hit it over, his dog tags hitting his chest. goose kept in the back, while maverick protected the front, a volleyball strategy. mav hit it and set up for goose to spike it over the net. slider retaliated the ball, setting up ice. the game continued for ten minutes.

maverick hit the ball over and glanced at the woman on the bleachers, she removed her shirt, revealing the swim top underneath. mavericks mouth dried and he swallowed hard.

focusing back on the game, he saw the ball come to him, he dived and missed it, falling into the sand. ice and slider celebrated, while goose helped him up and brought him close, telling him the plan. he tried so hard to focus. but over his friend’s shoulder, he could see her rubbing sunscreen on to her arms and legs. everything goose said went in one ear, out the other.

“hey mav, you listening to me?” said goose, waving his hand in front of him.

“what? oh, yeah. good plan, goose” she was going to be the death of him.

***

calling for a break, maverick held a t-shape with his hands to ice and slider. acknowledging, they nodded and went on to get a drink. maverick walked with goose over to their stuff and took a swig of water. looking around, his eyes set on the woman again, wearing nothing but shorts and a swim top. the aviators settled on the tip of her nose as her eyes caught his.

maverick sent her his famous smile, nodding to her while drinking his water. y/n raised an eyebrow at maverick’s action and shook her head, attempting to conceal the growing smile. it didn’t work.

“my god,” groaned goose, watching the interaction between maverick and y/n, “can you just go talk to her please? we all don't need to be in your guys line of fire, alright?”

maverick laughed at his friend’s annoyance, patting him on the shoulder. he was going to go talk to her, but he had it all planned out. not really.

“well, i would goose,” said mav, coolly, “but we have a game to win.”

goose threw his hands up in the air and started walking to the court, picking up the volleyball. maverick pushed his glasses up his nose and stood beside goose as ice and slider set up.

“what about this, if we win, i drop everything and we just leave,” said maverick, goose looking up at his words, “i dont have to talk to her and spare you uncomfortableness.” goose raised his eyesbrow, considering it, “and if we lose, I will stop being a pussy and go talk to her. deal?”

goose placed a hand on his chin, pretending to think, “fine, either way it’ll stop whatever the hell is happening. deal.”

when those words left his mouth, maverick suddenly had no desire to win this match, even if it meant losing to iceman.

***

the game was close, but ice and slider had won. it was a tough game, and maverick might’ve had deal in losing this game, now he had to live up to his word. iceman and slider celebrated, laughing at goose and maverick.

they high-fived and made their way over to the bleachers, which were full of other aviators congratulating them on their game. goose nad maverick headed over to the other bleachers, getting pats on the back from others, saying they’ll get them next time.

leaning against the bleachers, maverick drank the rest of his water and looked over to the woman’s direction again. she sat there, a huge smile on her face.

“you purposely did this, huh?” said goose, looking at mav.

“what? no.” said maverick, shaking his head.

“oh yeah, you definitely didn’t make me a deal—that i just realised—saying you’ll spare me the uncomfortable stares between you too with two outs,” said goose, placing a hand on his shoulder, “making the one you desperately want to do, result in us losing the game.”

“you got to do, what you got to do, “said maverick, sending him a humorous smile, “even if it means sacrificing your pride.”

“i swear to god, mav-“

“don't use my name in vain there, goosie-”

goose rolled his eyes and pushed him in her direction. maverick laughed at him and started walking toward the bleachers where she sat.

y/n turned her head, watching through her sunglasses as maverick made his way over to her. he stopped a few bleachers down from her, smiling.

“hello there, aviator,” said y/n, quickly saluting him, “in what do i have the honour of being in the presence of maverick himself?”

maverick froze and his mouth opened to talk, but zero words came out. he was like a gaping fish out of water. she knew all about maverick. she heard the praise and the complaints. and it wasn’t a surprise he decided to come see her. considering his reputation.

“so you’ve already heard of me,” said maverick, his confidence returning to him, “all good things, i hope.”

“debatable,” joked y/n, she raised her hand out to him, “y/n.”

“y/n…?” questioned maverick, taking her hand.

“kazansky.”

y/n smirked at his change of expression, he was definitely confused.

“as in, iceman kazansky?��� said maverick, furrowing his brows, “are you his sister?”

“i’m-“

“she’s my wife,” said a voice behind maverick. y/n smiled at iceman who was behind maverick, eyes filled with rage, “and i suggest you leave.”

maverick turned around and smiled at iceman, keeping his cool persona.

“no worries, ice,” said maverick, a smirk on his lips, “i was just making sure she was warm before the cold came.”

“maverick,” warned iceman, y/n eyes widened at his tone. “run along to goose.”

iceman shoved his shoulder as maverick made his way down the bleachers and sat down beside y/n. taking off her glasses, she passed them to ice and he put them on. she only had them for safekeeping during his games. snuggling into his side, maverick looked once more and she smirked, that surely gave him an ego check. iceman 2, maverick 0.

#top gun imagine #top gun one shot #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #maverick x reader #iceman #iceman kazansky #x reader

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word Find Tag

Catch up p8, June edition. Thanks for the tag Elli 💜 (@i-can-even-burn-salad)

My words: cruel, chain, cloth and color

Your words: burn, bleed, bother, and broken

Gently tagging: @little-peril-stories, @menagerie-of-monsters, @dont-touch-my-soup, and You, if you'd like :D (Open Tag)

To repay you for your patience, I am going to attempt to pull these words from the two Nykim chapters I have lol

I feel like I should just blanket CW for captivity, restraints, and torture (whipping, aftermath of whipping, broken bones) XD

Cruel Riah

Resignation flashed in Nykim’s eyes, there and then gone. His eyes fluttered closed as he chewed and swallowed, the pink tip of his fox tongue darting out to capture a stray crumb.  “Thank you,” he whispered, letting his chin drop to his chest. Gods, he looked so tired. Riah stared at him, trying to figure him out. His reputation wasn’t exactly matching up to the man in front of her. Maybe it was situational, but all he had done was tease her when he could’ve been demanding, demeaning, or downright cruel.   He might be the world’s best con man, but her heart twinged nonetheless. Watching people suffer had never been her favorite past-time. And it would be unfair if she offered food only to take it away after one bite.   

Chain Nykim

“Answer, please answer!”  She wasn’t supposed to say that part, maybe, because it sounded like she was shoved into the table for it, based on the thud and clatter of whatever was on the damned thing.  The effort wasn’t worth whatever price she would pay for that. He wouldn’t.  Not that it mattered because the whip came down again and again in quick succession, giving him no time. The shock of the blows reverberated in his bones, the barbs rending his flesh with each strike.   Air hissed between his teeth, chain links embedded in his palms, sweat slickened his forehead, and the whip kept coming down.  Leather met lacerated skin with a sickeningly wet slap. The woman didn’t appear accustomed to witnessing torture because her breath kept hitching in the background. At least she couldn’t see–fuck! 

Cloth Riah

One look, and she’d had to walk straight back out. Merrick had turned and raised one eyebrow. Pushing past the rush of anxiety that look provoked, Riah’d told him she needed to clean Nykim’s back, or she wouldn’t be able to see to judge if he healed himself or not.  Now, a cold sweat prickled her brow as she pressed a cloth that was no longer white to Nykim’s shoulder. She dunked it in water that was no longer clear, rung it out, and went back for another pass.  The bleeding had slowed. Riah couldn’t say if that was a good thing or not. Couldn’t say if her stomach churned more from the crimson-soaked fabric in her hands or the clearly visible ruin of this man’s back.

Color Riah

“Like what… you see?”  “Yes,” she snapped, “I like seeing horrible people like you in the position you’re currently in.”  The smirk didn’t fall from his face, but the laughter left his eyes. “Yes, of course. I deserve–”  Something shifted in his arm, something that made that awful bone-on-bone sound she was so familiar with from her hip, and he cut off, pursing his lips as his face lost all color.  It wasn’t until then that she noticed the other signs of pain she’d conveniently missed before. The tension in his thighs, evident through the tight black material of his pants. The way his chest rose and fell just a bit too fast. The barely visible sheen of sweat coating his skin.  This man was in agony, but instead of moaning or screaming or even yelling at her to help, he was sitting there on shattered knees, hanging from broken arms, conversing with her. Oh yeah, and couldn’t forget his shredded back.  Gods, she was a terrible person. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t mean that.”   “Yeah, you did,” Nykim panted. “Which–fuck–which is curious, considering the shit company you keep.”  Riah winced. 

#starlit plays tag games #word find tag #wip: shattered kneecaps #nykim collects strays and bones #i'd give you the whole whipping scene in chain but its nice and long :) #all these quotes are long #whoops

[penguin--person]

silly question but: does wolf alík look any different from a regular wolf? when she's fully transformed, is there anything that sets her apart, or does she just look like an average, straight up wolf?

ty for asking this actually!!! i think about this a bunch, like, what human traits alík keeps, if she can bark/howl, if a pack of wolves would accept her, etc !!! ill talk about this under cut bc its like . idk? im not sure if this is body horror ? like its not just her being a wolf , its her being a messed up wolf .. uncanny wolf up ahead!! + some blood but not that much.. also warning ur getting a much longer answer than you were probs asking for lol

so i made a little image getting into details about her mutation just now, But i do first want to show off this art that my friend blazy (@/mothssmeat - go check his art out its super swag!!!) made of her for artfight last year !! He Gets Her he gets her wolfness he gets it

check out the speedpaint !! blazy's sooo niceys for drawing such an awesome alík art ... its So good . do you see how her nose is turning into one of a wolf? but so painfully ?? so slowly that its just !! how shes tearing up, blood around her ?? god . like God. oh my goddd . and her fur !! how its growing in patches around her body, starting like wild from her head, her eyebrows combined, just like !! its growing around like mold and i find that really cool .. hehe sorry just had to fangirl about this art ofher . i dont get the chance oftne . anyway. in a more professional manner: god sorry i cant yet . oh my fucking goddd . oh my GOD !!!! just look at that . what is that thing!!! dear god!!! ok. im normal now (lying ).

look at her hands and feet. human joints should not be like that, and wolf paws do not look like that. her claws.. god just look at them. blazys art explains alíks messed up wolf situation far better than i ever could. her ears, too, are just... god, look at them!! i have to move on from this art or ill just keep saying "look at it!!" but, well. Look at it.

some of my own alík wolf art:) the first one is when shes fully transformed, but also the first ever art i did of her like that, so take it with a grain of salt, but still take it. the second is her like... in her metamorphisis era - my internet connection is kinda MEAN and EVIL right now so i can't add them rn .. ill either rb with them later or edit them into the post. for now i just put links to the images :( sorry! plus the mentioned image from before. now Onto serious business

something that alík always has, no matter form, is her human eyes - but they're not really human! their colouration is one of a wolf's, and her eyesight is also almost as good as that of one. this is messed up when she's in full wolf mode, because its really.. just, weird. can you imagine looking at a dog with human eyes? a cat? a cow? no!! because its weird!!!! shes a FREAK!! (affectionate)

another weirdo thing about her face is her teeth. hes got canine teeth, no doubt about it, but i do think she has a bit more teeth than she should have.. maybe three more... ? two more? i think the amount of teeth is not equivalent with neither the amount humans should have nor the amount wolves should have.. like 38 or smth. this doesn't change in her transformation, but her jaw and gums do! it hurts! Ouchies! it also shifts her teeth around.. tbh i wouldnt be surprised if she lost a tooth or two transforming sometime.

as you may have noticed, alík has most of her fur on her head! this is because of hair! she has a big ol' tuft of fur on her head when she's in wolf mode and it makes her look silly. depending on how far along in transition they are, their fur is like... its in blotches over their body. a tuft here, a tuft there, no fur at all someplace else... her spine gets covered in fur first. bc its like !! hair to tail:)

her limbs are weird, too. her arms are more humanoid than her legs - my friend mikey @/monstertsunami shows this wonderfully in his art of alík and their gf idk who she is i heard shes some kind of loser? ermmm what the freak🔥

oh wow it let me add an image that time Awesome!!! anyway, you can see how her feet are pretty pawsome, huh?? shes got pawpads - is that what its called for wolves? i cant find info :( - and her joints are more.. like, look at how she's standing! her ankles! everybody say thank you mikey... !!! this stays in her wolf form, in a way

in the 'mentioned image' from before, you can see - ifyou can read my handwriting lol - that there's text around her feet/paws (peets...) that says 'human hands - fucked up paws'. in the linked image 'first one' , you can see her fucked up wolf hands more clearly! thats something that ive kept. i think she could grab you, even as a wolf. she keeps her thumbs. even if they dont work as well. this makes running as a wolf difficult for her, because her fingers are very much in the way !! herr back feet are more wolf-like in her wolf mode, even twisting her hips to work better !! opposite goes for her hands, though - her arms, like.. theyre not good for wolves ! her elbow is forced into a shitty position, her shoulders are.. bad...

and, as mentioned, her nose is fucked up. the smell of blood is an intimate friend of hers 💥it like.. god, her face goes through So Much. her skull gets absolutely , like ... goddd shes definetely broken bones transforming before... her nose is like, stretched out ? idk how to explain it .. its like if you used the 'free transform' tool on it

in short, id say theres a few main things that set alík apart from a regular wolf:

human eyes

human hands (sometimes covered in fur)

teeth

body isn't always fully covered in fur (its not easy for his body to bust out ten thousand fur strands all over his body, ya know? needs resources for that to happen)

movement (can't run as well, vocal cords arent probs in the best state after her neck fucking... look at it)

smell. she smells weird. oyou dont care about that but wolves would i think

then there's like, little basic anatomy stuff, like she will Never have the proper body of a wolf . maybe if she was like, for a year as a wolf, or two, or maybe even fine her body would be like Ok were wolf now . and her bones would settle ... but this is a question of years and time she does not have. her lifespan is also all kinds of fucked up. if she wasnt being experimented on evey day of her life ever, she'd probs live until her 40s? maybe late 40s if she had a HEALTHY LIFESTYLE filled with JOY and WHIMSY!!!! but i think now she'll die like, in her pafl au, i dont think she'll make it to 35.. sad! ouppy gone

also im working on an alík thing .. + the other two .. but also alík

CANINE GIRL coming to YOUR THEATRES in SOON!!!! hehe... im not making a song thats like too much for me. i can only make music that soundgs good to me idk how to make music that others would find tolerable .. my blessing .. teehee .. ill make alík like, a page, like the tptm girls have .. nina and nastya too:) nastyas mockup page is done.. but im not showing!!! you get a sneakpeak of the text tho . ty for the ask ❤️im surprised its letting me add images now . wifis been weird all day .. u also get to see a wip of her display sona

idk what her name would be . superlative girl ? unrivalled ? irrelevant ? victorious ? precious ? vote in the comments down below!!!Ninas will be some shit like. unknown girl. apathy girl. etc ... i havent gotten to alíks display sona yet but you KNOW shes ouppy!!!!

okieee‼️‼️‼️thats it . hope ur ok with me sharing the tptm stuff .... ❤️❤️💥💥💥ty again for the ask !!!

#ask #nonymous #alikcore #not gonna tag as nastyacore bc shes just at the end there . i dont awanna see this when scrolling through her tag #also go check out blazys and mikeys art i Mean it

[pop-roxs]

Grelle and Ronald for the character bingo ask game!! :)

first we have my girliepop grelle

im gonna go through each of these boxes for her n ronnie so strap in :3

I am so normal about them

god i love her so much. i could talk for hours. days. weeks ages. forever. she is so lovely. please let me marry her

funny lil picture of someone holding a little guy!! very happy soeone. lots of hearts around.

please can i hold her i want ot hold her please shes so precious she is my biggest treasure ever please please

A Beast Unleashed

shes so feral and crazy and oh god is she an asshole. i love her so much for that

I want their gender

shes so fucking PRETTY HER GENDER IS AWESOME CAN I BE LIKE HER LIEK ITS UNEXPLAINABLE SHES JUST SO FUCKING. MMMMMFNBF

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it

no dont call her sir or mr please stop it stop it dont call her a he please please stop it stop

That's a solid design right there

her design is so detailed and has so many rules i love it. the fact that her jacket has a stitch on the back, the big cute black bow, her heels, her glasses and its chain, her TEETH GOD HER TEETH, her constantly upturned eyebrows, the way her hair is messy at the top and smooths out to elegant red hair, her curves, her voice, everything.

They are so silly

shes just a silly little gal!! little silly little.. little girlie.. little little so cute and silly.... she kills prostitutes w her wife.... silly....... i love......

They Sure Do Exist

she exists and boy am i tHANKFUL that she does. please shes so perfect

Literally I would kiss them

need i say more. NEED I SAY M

If anything happens to them I will cry

i want her to be a happy woman whos happily married to her red wife is that too much to ask.

I want to BITE them

she would bite me back tbh i wouldnt mind

I fuck with this aesthetic so hard

everything grellecore is what i want to be/hj shes literally so fucking cool.

also i wanna mark bastard now because shes such a little bitch and i fucking adore that fact to death but im too tired to go back and edit it

ok whew finally to ronnie

My friend's favorite, the blorbo by proxy

@jhillybean loves him so i love him

*puts them in a salad spinner*

lookit him go. weeee.

They are so silly

just a silly goofy man w his silly goofy lawnmower!! i love how he rides on it like paul blart mall cop

They Sure Do Exist

wish he didnt show up in s2 for like 10 minutes total in one goddamn episode(and then hes just a single frame in the ova smh)

SQUEAK

i bet he would sound like a drowned squeaky toy <3

Bastard

idk why i marked this it just resonated w me

#omg that took so long to type #time to go write constances now <333333(/pos) #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #ronald knox #black butler ronald #black butler #kuroshitsuji #water posts

[josephtoxicsimp]

Old Joseph? More like Youngseph (?)

So... I writed it out of the blue, actually it just kinda writed itself, but oh well. I just wanted to start the blog with something related to my beloved and sexy hamon user. Btw, anything wrong is because im not used to write in english so... sorry? I guess? i dont now man, i didnt sleep. BUT ANYWAY, with time i will get better, pinky promise. 🤙 BTW FEEL FREE TO SEND A REQUEST, I WILL DO IT SEND ME SEND ME ONE NOW. (pls im desperate). - Oh, and the fan art isnt mine, i just did the edit. Link from where i picked the fanart : https://knowyourmeme.com/photos/1107951-jojos-bizarre-adventure

"– Mr. Big Guy, jump!" The child version of Polnareff said as he hung from the second story window almost on the point of falling trying to observe from where he was standing what was happening below him. "– Jump?" The gray haired man looked up with his face slightly contorted by doubt in what he had just heard while his right hand was resting on his right ear as if that act would make him hear better what the little platinum haired boy had said.

But before he could be answered by the little boy he felt a shiver run down his spine and looked at the ground as if by instinct, finally noticing the shadow that landed below him. "– Oh, no!" He jumped as he screamed with both hands on his face that now had an expression of dread. "– Damn it! Get out of here before he catches you Mr. Big Guy!" The little one said already feeling totally defeated as he saw that his till then savior had been caught by the stand of the man who had transformed him into his child version.

"– Now I can have fun with you too Mr. Joseph! Dio-sama will be very happy to know that I finally captured y-." The man was interrupted by a sharp punch to his jaw throwing him far away."– Tch, you talk as if your stand did something to me." Joseph said towards the person he had just thrown away while keeping his closed fist bathed in hamon in front of his body, emphasizing what he was saying.

"– Mr. Joestar, Mr. Joestar! You managed to finish him off and I'm back to norm-. Huh? Mr. Joestar? Where are you?" The Frenchman was now in his adult form and was frantically looking from one side to the other trying to look for his companion. "Hey there, you with the funny hair. Polnareff said walking away from the door of the house where he was moments before, now approaching the man who kept a strange expression on his face while looking at his own hand. "– Funny hair? Have you by any chance looked in the mirror, Polnareff?" The man said, coming out of his trance and looking towards the boy who had just spoken to him. "How do you know me? I've never seen you before." The platinum haired guy said with a confused look on his face looking the brunette from head to toe. " – And who do you think you are to talk about my beautiful hair? You wanna fight?" He continued, now going towards the brown haired man already holding him by the collar of the shirt the boy was wearing. "– It's me, Polnareff, Joseph Joestar. Are you blind?" He said with one of his eyebrows arched while keeping a confused expression looking in the direction of the man holding him. "– Oh! My! God!" The brunette says as if he finally realized why he was staring so hard at his hand seconds ago and thought something was wrong. "– My voice! Why is my voice different? Why don't I see wrinkles on my hand anymore?" He continues now having pushed the frenchman away and going into the house of the woman Polnareff was in earlier, desperately looking for a mirror. As soon as he found it he stopped in front of it feeling every hair on his body creep. "Oh, no…" Those were the last things the boy said before passing out.

#joseph joestar #old joseph joestar #dont know #what i did here #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 2 #polnareff stardust crusaders #jean polnareff #oh my god #oh nooo

[starrysoftie]

 — interrupted | p.p

“five times he almost kissed you and the one time he finally did” 

includes: tasm! Peter Parker

notes: i dont think i’ve seen anybody do this for andrew garfields peter parker and i absolutely love this trope and him so why not write it!

also i still need to edit this but im too lazy 

SPOILER ABOUT TASM (if you haven’t seen it yet or sum idk LOLS): I know uncle ben dies but I literally physically and emotionally cannot accept that fact, so he is perfectly well and alive in this :)

i. when the ac broke

“Why. Is. It. So. Hot.” 

You dramatically collapse on the bed next to Peter, sprawling your limbs out in every direction humanly possible. “I feel... so gross. And sticky.”

“Give me a second to finish this and then I’ll fix the air conditioning.” 

There’s an amused expression on his face as he jokingly pushes your legs off of his stomach, causing you to clumsily fall off and on the floor with a light ‘thump’. 

Groaning, you accept the lopsided position you’ve been subjected to on the ground, too lazy to move and undeniably enjoying the cool sensation of the wood flooring against your warm skin.

“You know the heat’s really not that bad.”

“I never asked.” 

“I think you should be more like me.” He retorts.

“No offense, but gross.”

He gasps dramatically, amusedly watching you lay motionless on his bedroom floor. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

He smiles.

“Stop smiling. My suffering is not funny Parker.” You grumble, barely audible as you’re talking with your face literally smack on the ground.

“I’m not smiling.”

“Bullshit.”

Finally, he unsurprisingly successfully fixes the air conditioning as cold air circulates throughout the room, revitalizing your immobile body as you eventually peel your face off his bedroom floor to feel the breeze.

“Peter?”

He turns to face you. “Yes?”

Slowly, you stand up and waddle over to him, tackling him in a big sweaty and sticky bear hug that he’s happy to return. “You’re literally my hero.”

“I thought you said you hated me like… what was it? Like three minutes ago?” Wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold, color flushes on his cheeks at close contact between you two. You snuggled your head into the crook of his frame, taking a whiff of his cologne.

“Not anymore.”

“Aw, how kind.”

You pull back after a moment and it takes everything within him to not whine at the loss of your touch, but the big smile on your face makes all his disappointment fade within nanoseconds.

Beaming, you look into his eyes as he raises a hand to brush away a stray hair that’s covering the corner of your eye. There’s a particular look in his eyes that you just can’t label, but it’s... different. A good different. He hooks a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb tilting your head up slightly—

“Peter? Are you home?”

The two of you jump back, a little frightened by the sudden intrusion. You take a look at the door, watching Uncle Ben slowly walking away while erupting into a loud fit of giggles.

Peter sighs. “Oh my god.”

“You really got to get that stupid lock fixed.” You comment.

“I know.”

ii. coffee date

“What’d you get?” He questions as he glances at the video you’re watching, piquing his curiosity. “And more importantly, what are you watching?”

“Shhh.” You hold a finger up to his lips, shushing him.

He sits up a little higher, trying to get a better view of your phone screen. “No actually, what are you doing?”

“Do you see this?”

“Uh yeah? That video of Spiderman is literally all over youtube right now.” He grabs your drink. “Can I try some?”

You nod.

He sips the beverage, giving a hum of approval. “What’s so special about that video anyways? It’s just him beating some dude up.”

“I’m not talking about that.” You zoom in. “I’m talking about this.”

Peter chokes on your drink.

“Did you just zoom in on his ass???”

“Uh yes, obviously.”

He quirks his eyebrows in curiosity, genuinely confused as to what the actual hell you were thinking right now.

“But why?”

“Why not?? Dude, that ass is just... woah.”

He chokes on the beverage once again, but this time some spurts out his nose in a cartoonish manner. Your eyes widen, immediately grabbing some nearby napkins and wiping the coffee off his face.

“Are you okay??”

He nods, rubbing his nose as he tries to ease the pain.

“Yup.” He half-heartedly hums, “Feeling better already.”

You frown. “Are you sure??”

“Yeah.”

“Here, wait... you have some still on your face.” Grabbing the left side of his face, you pulled his face closer to wipe off the rest of the coffee. The two of you lock eyes at the exact same moment, breath hitching in your chest.

Suddenly you’re speechless.

The strange look in his eyes return once more, pupils dilating as he glances down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze. He ever so slightly leans in, seemingly asking for permission.

You lean in slightly as well.

A barista walks up to Peter and taps him on the shoulder, offering the drink that he ordered. He looks sideways before pulling away and grabbing the beverage, offering a kind smile to mask the disappointment etched on his features.

Did we almost... just kiss?

iii. when you found out he was spiderman

You gasped.

No fucking way.

“YOU’RE SPIDERMAN?!”

Peter’s standing in his room, back facing you with his mask off and in his skin-tight spandex suit. Instinctively he raises his hands in defeat, mouth agape yet speechless.

“I-I can explain.” He croaks, dropping the mask on the floor.

“So you’re telling me, that you.” You point an accusing finger at him. “You’re Spiderman?? Like THE Spiderman??”

His eyes narrow, hands slowly falling back down to his sides once he realizes you weren’t as pissed as he expected you to be. “Uh, well— yes.”

“And...” A deep breath. “You never even thought about telling me?”

“Well I mean I did but like—”

“I absolutely cannot believe you right now. I mean yeah I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me but like I’m so worried for you now too! What kinda bullshit is this??? So you’re a normal highschool teenager by day and at night you go out and fight all these damn monsters without even mentioning it to anybody?? Not even me??? I knew you were a dumbass but I didn’t think you were this dumb.”

Never mind. He thinks to himself. She’s mad.

In retrospect though, Peter does understand that if the roles were reversed, he would be equally, if not more, angry and concerned.

“What do you do when you get beat up and shit huh?? Do you just swing yourself home without any proper medical care or even needing to rant about it to anybody??”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry ‘bout keeping it a secret and uh—stuff.”

You grumble as you massage your eyes with the palm of your hands with deep breaths. “I hate you right now.”

“That's fine with me.” A small smirk arises on his face, glad that your temper was finally cooling off. “I swear I’ll explain everything... and— I’m genuinely sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just scared that you knowing that if I was Spiderman the people I fight would target you rather than me personally.”

A dramatic gasp escapes your lips once more.

“Oh my god...”

“Did I do something?” Peter questions as he sits down next to you, placing a comforting hand on your back. “Was my apology that bad??”

“Oh my god...” You repeat once more.

“What?? Is it something I said?”

“No!” You exclaim. “It’s something I said!”

“I’m not mad at you for what you said. You know if I was you in this situation I would be pissed too, I totally get—”

“I COMPLIMENTED YOUR ASS! Like a week ago at that coffee shop! What the hell was I thinking??

There was a small moment of silence until he burst into laughter, falling back onto the bed as he held his stomach in pure bliss, cackling at your misfortune.

“Peter!” There was a small grin on your face as you jokingly smacked him on the arm, the overwhelming mixture of emotions slowly fading away. “Come on, it’s not that funny.”

He shoots back upright, still holding onto his stomach and wiping away a few tears that formed at the corners of his eyes from his fit of giggles. “Oh my god that is ABSOLUTELY hilarious, you have no idea. This is your karma.”

That piqued your interest. “Karma for what?”

“Revenge for you thinking I was gay for Spiderman like a week ago.”

“Oh my god I totally forgot about that.”

“Now you get why your… uh, compliments threw me off guard.”

“Yeah.”

There was a real smile that finally graced your features as you blankly stared at the mask that lay on the bedroom floor.

“Hey Pete?”

“Yeah?”

You look back up at him to meet his gaze. “You promise now that since I know that you’re Spiderman that you’ll come to me for help with that superhero shit if you ever need it?”

“I promise.” He agrees. “I’m genuinely sorry about not telling you though.”

“I know.”

“Is... there a way I can make it up to you?”

You try to bite the inside of your cheek to hide the smile at the suggestion. Within seconds his hand is cupping your cheek once more, the now familiar sheen glazing his eyes as he scoots clos—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Peter?” Uncle Ben’s voice booms through the door. “Are you in there?”

Irritatedly, he groans. “Again??!?”

iv. when he fulfilled his promise to you

Outside, the pitiless rain fell with a fierce malignity that was all too inhumanly powerful. Raw rain battered the window like hail, trickling in a rhythmic fashion along with the frantic pounding on the window.

Wait what?

You instinctively turned towards your bedroom window, met with the one and only Spiderman tapping on the fragile glass. Briskly, you walk over to open the hatch to let him into your room.

“Finally about time you noticed.” Peter sighed, taking off the mask and throwing it in one swift motion. You eyed him curiously, confused and highly concerned when you noticed the bloody lacerations on his chest

“Oh my god.”

You grab him by the arm and place him on your bed, rummaging through your wardrobe to find a spare pair of pants you’ve stolen from him.

“Change out of that dirty suit and wear this.” You toss sweatpants at him as you dig through your closet once more, looking for your handy first aid kit.

Finally you feel the familiar cold, plastic casing of the kit against your fingers, grabbing it while you make your way over to the injured teen. Tenderly, you place a hand on his back, slowly guiding him to lay down.

“What happened?”

He winced as you gently dabbed a cold cloth to clean up some blood. “I got beat up pretty bad.”

“Clearly.” You gruff. “How much pain are you in??”

“I rate my pain a solid 6 and a half out of ten, but now that I’m with you I’m feeling a whole lot better.”

His words make a heat creep on your cheeks that you quickly brush off, too concerned with his current condition rather than his flirting. “Peter, I'm being serious right now, what actually happened?”

He sighs. “There was this guy who threw me down an entire highway.”

“No kidding geez.”

“Yeah.” He winces at the feeling of pressure on the cut. “Do you need to do that?”

“Yeah, I gotta wipe all the dirt away before I can put some antibiotic cream on so It doesn’t get infected.”

“It hurts like a bitch.”

You offer the most comforting look you could muster. “I know, just a little bit longer and then you’ll be done.”

A comforting silence washes over the two of you as you finish debriding the cut and apply Neosporin, finally placing some gauze and properly wrapping his torso with the adhesive bandages.

“Anddd.... done!” You gleam, proud of your effort. “Do you feel any better?”

He nods. “Yeah. I actually do.”

“Good!”

“Thank you. So much.”

Peter looks at you with gleaming eyes, placing his arms and pulling you in his comforting embrace you’re eager to return. He was warm, and his big, toned arms wrapped around your body as if to ask you to never let go.

And you don’t.

His hand slowly creeps up your back, making its way to settle on your cheek with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin.

You gulp.

Is it finally happening?? You think.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he and you both lean in, mere centimeters away from each others lips until—

“OH MY GOODNESS PETER PARKER ARE YOU OKAY??”

A shrill shriek escapes from your mom’s mouth followed by a dramatic gasp as she motions towards the bandages on his chest. The door slowly creeks open to reveal her figure standing right in the middle of the hallway, seemingly oblivious to what was going on moments before.

With a deep and irritated breath, you both pull away once more, giving her a firm yet reassuring nod.

“Yeah, I uh— accidentally tripped when we were at the skatepark earlier and I just got patched up.”

“Oh good.” Your mom sighs, flicking off the nonexistent sweat on her forehead. “That looks like a pretty nasty cut. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, thank god you know how to patch somebody up right?” He playfully shoves your shoulder a little as he falls into a conversation with your mom, catching up as if they hadn't seen each other in years.

You deadpan.

The last time they talked to each other was yesterday.

v. christmas

“Okay, here.” He places the beautifully wrapped present on your lap, anxiously bouncing his leg. “You open yours first.”

“You sure?” You question, not so subtly glancing towards your gift for him.

“Yes. Come on, open it. I wanna see your reaction.”

You smile, amused at his eager nature. “Okay fine.”

Gently, you take the edge of the wrapping paper and slowly unravel it at an annoyingly slow pace, a grin etching your features as you steal quick glances at him impatiently sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Come on, you’re being annoying.”

“That’s the point, dumbass.”

In one swift move, you remove the wrapping paper and reveal a slightly squashed book. Within it were countless pictures of you and him. Some were from when you guys were younger, such as your twelfth birthday to some more candid photos where you both were just laughing at some dumb shit you guys said. All memories you hold deep to your heart.

“Oh my god...” Tears of joy formed in your eyes as you flipped through the book with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen painted on your face. “I love this so much.”

“Really? Are you sure? You can be honest you know, I-It’s not like it’s like anything special or anythi—”

A gasp of surprise escapes his mouth when you tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and holding him so tight that you could’ve sworn his eyes were bulging out of his head a little bit.

“Shut up, this is the best gift I could, no— will ever receive.”

Giggles bubble from his throat as you wipe a stray tear in the corner of your eye, silently laughing at how the emotions you both were having were strikingly different. He smiles, rubbing a soothing hand on your back as you reach down near his feet and hand him your gift for him.

“Now you open your gift.”

“Okay.” Unlike you, he messily claws open the wrapping paper and mindlessly throws it somewhere in the room, extremely eager to discover what’s inside. He gasps, eyes widening in realization when the box is fully unwrapped.

“Is that—”

“Yup!” You hum.

“—You did not.” He stares at the camera in his hands, mouth agape but only stammers and small murmurs spoken instead of actual sentences and words.

There’s a moment of denial until he shoves the box back in your grasp, defensively holding up his hands. “I-I simply cannot accept this.”

“The hell? Why not?”

“This camera’s like a thousand dollars!” He sputters dramatically. “A THOUSAND DOLLARS SPENT ON A CAMERA?? For me?!”

You shrug with a small smile, amused at his theatrical movements. “You said your camera was broken and you needed a new one.”

“Yeah, I was gonna get myself one that was like a couple hundred bucks!”

“You deserve the best camera out there Peter, not some camera that's been god-knows where.” You practically shove the gift back at his face. “This is for you and there is absolutely no way I’m gonna let you give that back.”

“I-I...”

He’s at a complete loss for words.

“I-I could kiss you right now.”

oh.

OH

OH MY GOD

“PETER???” Uncle Ben bangs on his door, interrupting yet another moment for the millionth time. “AUNT MAY JUST MADE DINNER, BOTH OF YOU COME DOWN TO EAT!”

You’re fed up with all the ruined moments.

It’s time to take matters into your own hands.

“Peter?”

He turns back around to face you.

“Do it.”

+i. christmas

“Do it.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Kiss me.”

Within seconds his lips are on yours, closing the gap between him and you without any hesitation. Your hands find peace resting around his neck, leaning deeper into him with every passing moment and kissing him back like he was your lifeline.

It was an innocent, yet meaningful kiss that needed no words to be spoken to convey you both were making up for all the missed time.

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[krappykawa]

Hi !!! can I request oikawa, osamu, hinata (+ whoever you feel like adding) reacting to their female s/o calling them "hubby" (they have never used that nickname before since it's supposed to refer to a husband) to see their reaction??? i just saw this as a tiktok prank and they were like "omg you wanna marry me??? im definitely gonna marry you" and now im sobbing so precious 🥺🥺🥺

reacting to s/o calling them hubby

characters. oikawa x f!reader, osamu x f!reader, hinata x f!reader

note. in every scenario, reader is internet famous & posts little previews of their life on tik tok!

note 2. sorry for not posting in a while,, school started again and i’ve been mentally drained but i will try and finish other requests soon!

OIKAWA.

- you guys are filming a snack review video because oikawa lost all self control while grocery shopping and literally was picking things off the shelf left and right

- he insists that he’ll finish them this time but you know that’s a lie

- but you also decide that it’s also the perfect time to try out this tik tok prank on him so he won’t be suspicious of the camera

- the camera is set up and everything so now all you have to do is say it

- “hey guys today we’re going to do a snack review because my husband bought wayyy too many snacks” cute rolling eyes and cute little smile directed at oikawa that makes your watchers go 🥺🥺

- IT TAKES HIM SO LONG TO REALIZE

- like you’re literally staring at him waiting for him to realize but he doesn’t

- you’re halfway through opening your first bag when he finally realizes

- “WAIT”

- you look to the camera to make sure you’re filming this whole thing

- “you said husband.”

- “i did?”

- “YEAH! you did. i heard you say it.”

- “no i didn’t!”

- “check the video y/n-chan. i heard you say it.”

- he makes you replay the video because he will whine and pout until he makes sure that you hear it

- practically lights up when he hears it again

- “hmm does that mean you wanna marry me yn-chan?”

- “no it doesn’t”

- he notices the small blush on your cheeks points all over your face. “ooo you wanna marry me so bad huh?”

- the living incarnation of the 😏 emoji

- big cocky smile on his face bc he takes it as an accomplishment that you called him your husband on accident

- his eyes are secretly all teary-eyed though because HUSBAND?,$3;!9 💓💓💓💓💖💞💘💞💘

- he decides right there and then that he’s gonna propose soon because he thinks his heart physically bursts at the idea of you calling him husband for real

- the only reason he doesn’t propose right there is because 1. he doesn’t have a ring and 2. his an extra little bitch that wants to keep you on your toes while also making sure that his proposal is so good that you’ll end up crying happy tears

- when you post the video on tik tok oikawa makes sure to like every single comment that says “THEY’RE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE UGH WHY DONT THEY JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY”

OSAMU.

- his ass loves food so he literally lights up at the idea of doing a mukbang

- at first he insists that you don’t film it because he’s lowkey creeped out about the idea of eating in front of a camera just for people to listen to him eat

- he finally agrees to filming it when you promise to make the mukbang have all his favorite foods

- what he doesn’t know is that you’re simultaneously trying a tik tok prank on him

- “hey guys! welcome back to my channel! today we have a special guest, my husband, osamu because we’re doing a mukbang and you will always find this guy with food in his mouth, no joke.”

- he catches your little slip-up right away

- “husand huh? ya got something ya wanna say?”

- doesn’t even care that there’s a camera in front of you (he thinks you’ll just edit it out anyway)

- you play innocent because where’s the fun in telling him it’s for a tik tok right away?? “hmm what are you on about miya?”

- “what i’m on about is that yer telling me that you want to be a miya.”

- WEE WOO WEE WOO OSAMU EYEBROW RAISE WEE WOOO WEE WOO

- “i guess i do like the ring on miya y/n”

- “is this a proposal then?”

- cue shit-eating grin from you. “nah, the man in question isn’t here. you don’t happen to know atsumu’s ring size do you?”

- osamu’s little impish grin drops so quick and now he’s playfully glaring at you

- “ya say shit like that again and i’ll make ‘sumu switch places with me on the altar when we get married.”

- you're laughing into your knee at that point until you make a realization

- “wait. you said when we get married. not if.”

- “i didn’t stutter did i miya?”

- tik tok comments blow up with squealing fans bc OHMYGSOJD

HINATA.

- you’re a proud gf so you’re more than happy when someone asks you to live stream with your volleyball famous bf

- you also thought it might be a good time to pull this prank on him that you saw on tik tok and get his reaction on live camera because it’s bound to be funny since he’s hinata

- after one of his games you run up to him and hug him before telling him that your followers wanted to live stream with him

- “oh ive seen those!! i’d love to say hi to your fans!! do they know i play volleyball??”

- “yes, babe that’s the whole reason they wanted to meet you.”

- “REALLY???”

- you laugh at how cute he is and then turn on the live

- “hey guys, the long wait is over! here i am with my husband, world famous hinata shoyo! he just finished a game and-”

- “HUSBAND?” he interrupts you and he looks kind of giddy at the prospect. “does this mean you want to marry me y/n??” blushy happy hinata because you bet your ass he’s thought about it before but just didn’t know how to go about talking to you about the idea of marriage

- “what happens if i say yes?” you’ve thought about it too, so you playfully entertain his excitement.

- “then let’s get married!”

- you have to do a double take because you didn’t think he was actually serious. “wait really?”

- “you want to right? that’s what you said!”

- “of course i do! i just didn’t think you would propose right here right now.”

- “why not? i love you, you love me. you want to get married, i want to get married. so let’s get married!”

- the comments are blowing up because oh my god you just managed to accidentally capture your future husband’s proposal on an instagram live

- bokuto and atsumu overheard the whole thing and tackled the two of you into a group hug

- let’s just say your live ended on a frame of bokuto’s face close up because he’s so happy that “the student is getting married!!!”

- atsumu pulls out of the hug for a second and being the little shit he is, runs to the locker room and comes back with a ring pop

- “can’t propose without a ring shoyo! where are yer manners??”

- hinata actually gets down on one knee and proposes with the ring pop and you’re so red because at this point the entire stadium is watching

- you say yes anyway

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[angstyx]

hi! can you please write something with Wilbur where his partner is writing a high fantasy novel, like they keep writing things down on napkins, and the walls are covered in post it notes with like, plot stuff? thank you so much!!

Wilbur w/ a Writer!S/O

TW: cursing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: I honestly really like how this turned out! :)

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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wilbur would be so excited for you and your novel

although you haven't finished your novel yet, he still asks for you to read it out for him since he knows it'll be good

also because he's too impatient to wait for the book to be published

"But y/nnnnn"

"I've told you Wilbur! You have to wait for me to finish writing it first!"

"But then you have to get it edited and then you have to get feedback and then-"

"Okay fine, how about I'll read a small paragraph to you tonight?"

"Wait really?!? oh my god, oh my god, you're the best!"

he'll think its cute that you write down ideas for your novel on napkins, post-it notes, on yourself, etc

you guys' shared bedroom is covered in your post-it notes

walk inside and you can already spot a few of them

on the desk? yup there's a few

on the walls? many

computer screen? plenty

in the bathroom? don't ask why but yes there's some on the mirror

he once accidentally threw out a few of your post-it notes that has your notes on it and he felt so bad even though you said that it was fine

"Y/n im so sorry, i didn't mean to i just wasn't paying attent-"

"Wilbur.. we're literally watching a movie right now and like i said many times already, its fine."

"Are you sure? i could maybe go dig it back up, i don't think i took out the trash ye-"

You'll have to kiss him to shut him up

that'll do the trick :)

Or you could let him ramble on and just wait till he’s finished talking

But I dont reccomend that since Wil would ramble on forever

So the the first option is the way to do it then ;)

"First of all, that's disgusting, second of all, i already wrote down the stuff that was on the post-it note already on my computer"

"oh."

i feel like wilbur would be the type of person who would always have a pen and paper on him just for you

need a post-it note? wilbur has some

need a pen to write on said post-it note? boom! in your hands already

need a flat surface to write down the idea for your novel? your boyfriend would literally let you use his back

you'll be so nervous and stressed after sending your novel to a editor/publisher so wilbur would bring you to your favorite places so you could de-stress

It’ll be adorable honestly

He’ll try his very best to make you not think of your novel just so you could not worry about it

also he'll definitely would be that person who's like "Break their heart and i'll break your bones" to their sister's boyfriend except he's like that to your novel's editor

"This is part is good y/n but look at this, you already included how the main character is-"

"Say their writing sucks and I'll break your bones"

*editor raises an eyebrow at you*

"oh my god Wilbur…”

Yeah… you definitely regret bringing him with you to that meeting

You'll have to explain to him that its a editor's job for them to change some parts of the novel anyway so it becomes better

he'll understand but deep down he'll still throw hands if your editor says some mean shit to you or your novel

Good luck trying to stop him in the future

he'll want to be the first person to buy your book so he could brag about how he got the first copy

if you decide to give him the original copy of your novel that you received he'll literally freak out about it

:0 <- his face when he receives it

He’ll even show his stream and if you approve, he’ll read maybe a paragraph or even a chapter to his viewers

“Chat look! I got y/n’s new novel! Doesn’t it look cool?”

Once he accidentally read too much of it on stream since he got distracted by how good it was

There’s a clip of you two when he was reading the book on stream and you barging in to quickly stop him from spoiling the book too much

“And then the-“

*you barging in the room*

“WILBUR I THINK YOU READ TOO MUCH”

“oh no”

Sneak peek to the viewers i guess

when your novel finally gets approved and gets published, wilbur would literally throw a whole ass party to celebrate

he'll invite some of your close friends as well as the sbi fam

he'll even let everyone know about your novel even though you tried to stop him

*que him getting on top of a table*

"DON'T FORGET TO CONGRATULATE Y/N ON HER NEWLY PUBLISHED NOVEL GUYS!!"

"wilbur stop fucking embarrassing me..."

overall, your boyfriend would be very, very supportive of you

Just… be sure to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t read the whole ass book to his stream by accident

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[bibbawrites]

Family Ties - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (16+)

Request: Can you please do one where either Charlie is meeting your family or you’re meeting his and he keeps trying to be touchy/wanting to have sex but you/him don’t want to get caught xx

Word Count: 1721 words 

Summary: your annual family trip gets a little bit more hands on when your boyfriend Charlie and his family join you

Warnings: heavy makeout, touching, a little bit of grinding, swearing, mentioned and implied sex 

A/N: sorry if this editing is shit my brain is not working lol  hopefully y’all like this one, ive been debating on rewriting it for what feels like years but fuck it i dont have that motivation lol  also idk if theres beaches in canada like what we have here in aus but if there isnt oh well in this fictional version of canada they have aussie beaches  anyways, enjoy! 

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It had all started when you had jokingly suggested that you should invite your boyfriend Charlie and his family along on your annual family trip to the beach. Your mother had agreed, and before you knew it she was on the phone to Charlie’s mother working the whole plan out. 

Your family lives in Quebec, and Charlie’s in Dieppe, so your mum’s quickly decided that your family would drive to his house, and then the two families would continue the rest of the way together.

So that’s how you ended up in your dad’s old truck, pulling into the driveway of the Gillespie house at 6am in the morning after almost 8 hours of driving.

You jumped out quickly, wanting to get away from your brother’s annoying rap music and your sister’s constant whining about being bored as quickly as you could. The front door of Charlie’s house swung open and within a few seconds you were being pulled into the arms of your boyfriend, inhaling his familiar scent.

“God I missed you.” He murmured into your shoulder and you grinned.

“I missed you more handsome.” You replied, exchanging a soft kiss. 

Charlie’s family joined him outside and after a few quick introductions, you were on your way to the beach, this time tucked away in the passenger’s seat of Charlie’s car. 

- 

Once you arrived your families spent the day at the beach, and Charlie couldn’t keep his hands off of you. By the time you finally headed off to bed you were certain that every other person in the house was sick of his touchy behaviour. 

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, watching Charlie as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I don’t think your dad likes me that much.” He said with a giggle, flopping down onto the bed. You rolled over to look at him.

“He’d like you a lot more if you stopped looking at me and touching me like you want to fuck me at every free moment you have.” You stated, and a light blush appeared on Charlie’s cheeks.

“You think he noticed that?” He asked, pressing his nose against yours.

“I can’t imagine he wouldn’t. You haven’t been subtle at all. We’ve only been here for the day and you’ve tried to jump me three times and that’s not even counting the shower sex.” He grinned cheekily at your words.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so hot.” He whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“But we’re on a holiday with both of our families. You gotta tone down the horny.” You said. He sighed dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll try to be better tomorrow. But for now, we’re all alone... and it’s our first night...” He trailed off, pouting, his eyes dark with lust. You nodded once and that was all the consent he needed, crashing his lips against yours and making quick work of climbing on top of you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned, your fingers scraping down his back as he grinded his hips into yours. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands finding a place in his hair. You tugged lightly on his hair causing him to moan into your mouth. 

“Hey Y/N?” Your mum’s voice called. 

“Shit.” You exclaimed, pushing Charlie off you. Not expecting the reaction, he jumped slightly, falling off the edge of the bed with a thud. 

You giggled as your mum opened the door, frowning as she took in the sight. 

“Charlie, why are you on the floor?” She questioned. You laughed harder. 

“Fell.” He replied simply, rolling over to stand up, climbing back onto the bed. 

“What’s up Mum?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t look like you had been making out with your boyfriend only moments ago. 

“Did you remember to grab the bag of board games? We were going to play Monopoly.” She said, leaning against the door. You nodded. 

“I put it in the little den room.” You told her and she smiled. 

“Thanks Hon, you two are welcome to join us if you’d like.” She invited. Charlie shook his head. 

“We’re good thanks Mrs Y/L/N. My mum is scary good at Monopoly so I’d rather not lose to her again.” He grinned and your mum returned the smile. 

“Well the offer is there if you want it.” She said, before leaving the room. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was a close one.” You mumbled. Charlie nodded, leaning in to kiss you again. You pulled back, giving him an incredulous look. 

“Really? You’re still horny after being interrupted by my mum and monopoly?” You asked. Charlie pouted. 

“A bit.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away. He whined but gave in, curling up next to you instead. 

“Tomorrow night.” You said, flicking the tv on. Charlie snuggled his face into your upper back. 

“You promise?” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded. 

“I promise. But only if you’re good during the day.” You bargained. He thought for a moment before humming in agreement. 

“Deal.”

- 

“This is not being good.” You whispered to Charlie as his hand crawled up your thigh at lunch the next day. 

It was tradition for your family to get lunch at your favourite restaurant on the second day, and you had barely been there twenty minutes when Charlie started to get fidgety. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, giving you an innocent smile. 

“Bullshit.” You muttered in reply, and Charlie shook his head, making a disapproving sound. 

“Language.” He faked disappointment. 

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes. He gave you a flirty smile. 

“Oh I wish you would.” He teased, his voice deepening slightly. 

“Charles.” You warned, and he sighed, sitting back up again, his hand returning to your knee. 

“Remember our deal?” You said quietly, and he nodded. 

“How could I forget, I’m so sexually frustrated I might explode.” He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief.  

“We literally had sex yesterday evening.” You whispered, your voice hushed. Charlie nodded, eyes wide. 

“Exactly! It’s almost been a whole 24 hours.” He sighed. 

“A whole 24 hours since what?” Meghan questioned, and you choked on a mouthful of fish, grabbing your glass of Coke quickly to wash it down. 

“None of your business.” Charlie retorted. “Stop eavesdropping.” 

“Don’t have private conversations around other people then.” Meghan bit back, but dropped the conversation anyway. Charlie gave you a relieved look. 

“That was close.” You muttered. 

“You’re telling me. Almost enough to get rid of the semi in my pants.” He winked and you hit his arm.

“Charles. Stop it.” You reprimanded. He grinned cheekily. 

“You love me.” He sung, placing a wet kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“I’m reconsidering.” 

- 

“So what were you and Charlie discussing at lunch that was so private?” Meghan questioned, once you, her and your sister Isabella were alone sunbathing later that afternoon. You cringed slightly. 

“You don’t want to know.” You replied. 

“Oh god was it a sex thing?” Isabella gasped, and Meghan’s eyes widened in fear. You blushed. 

“I told you that you didn’t want to know.” You said simply, and they both squealed in disgust. 

“Do mum and dad know that you’re sleeping with Charlie?” Isabella asked after a pause. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m a fully grown adult Bel, I don’t need parental permission to have sex with my boyfriend.” You told her. Meghan fake gagged. 

“Can we not talk about this? I do not want to think about my brother having sex.” She begged. You grinned slightly. 

“You were the one who brought it up.” You said. Meghan sighed. 

“If I’d known it was a sex thing I would have never.” She replied. 

“With Charlie it’s always a sex thing.” You answered. 

Meghan and Isabella groaned in unison as you giggled, flopping back into your chair. 

You really needed to get some girl friends who weren’t your sister and your boyfriend’s sister.

- 

“Was I good today?” Charlie questioned, jumping onto the bed next to you as you scrolled through Instagram that night. 

You put you phone down, pretending to think. 

“Well, you tried to tease me at lunch and then tried to discuss it, which then led to me having a very awkward conversation with our sisters about our sex life. So I’m gonna go with no.” You said. Charlie’s eyes widened. 

“Y/N!” He gasped. “You can’t do that to me.” 

“Why not? I told you to be good and you weren’t so that’s on you.” You replied, returning to scrolling on your phone. Charlie placed his head on your chest, pouting.

“But...” He trailed off. You raised an eyebrow.

“But what?” You questioned. He sighed loudly.

“But I’m so horny.” He complained. You rolled your eyes.

“That sounds like a you problem.” You replied.

“Baby.” Charlie whined, dragging out the ‘y’. “I’m gonna get blue balls, do you want that?” 

“You’ve got hands. And I know you know how to use them.” You said. He sat up, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.  

“Please?” He asked. You stared at him, not wiling to budge.

“Your sex drive is frankly disturbing Gillespie.” You told him.

“I know.” He agreed, batting his eyes at you. “Please?” 

You groaned.

“Fine.” You said. His eyes widened.

“Really?” He questioned, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yes. Quickly, before I change my mind.” You nodded. Charlie moved forward but paused.

“Wait.” He said. You frowned.

“What now?” You questioned, your tone clearly showing your exasperation. 

“You want to do this, right? I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to be doing?” He asked, suddenly serious, and your frown fell as your heart filled with love for the boy in front of you and the fact that he was still asking for consent despite how desperately horny he claimed to be. You lent in, kissing him gently. 

“I promise you’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do.” You said softly.

“You’re sure?” He checked. You nodded. 

“Positive.” You reassured him. He grinned. 

“I love you.” He whispered, leaning closer. 

“I love you too.” You replied. 

And with that Charlie pulled you towards him, ready to show you just how much he really loved you. 

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[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 18]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, car sex, filmed sex videos, using panties as a gag, but also panty stuffing, choking, domme!reader for like .3 seconds ☠️, after all the mess of last night(iykyk) i think we need this lol, but also a bit of a filler chapter for… reasons. 💕 but also came out raunchier than I anticipated but that was maybe just a me thing LOL 😭 as always, thank you for all the love and support with cherry bomb💕💕 only two more chapters left, I cant believe it... 😭😭😭 also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow! For now, enjoy ch 18 and have a great weekend! Be safe! ❤️🍒

not me editing the notes to include the ❤️🍒 that cheol just used on weverse 😩

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - x - x

“Did you get it?”

Jun looks around the diner as he nods, “Yeah. It got to my house yesterday but I still don’t understand why I had to help you get this… Does Seungcheol-hyung not know? I’m confused.” He laughs nervously, somewhat concerned he’s helping you do something you shouldn’t be doing.

You grin back at the confused male, blinking innocently at him while he chuckles under his breath.

“Not… for now. But don’t worry. He’ll find out! I just… Haven’t brought it up to him yet, is all! But I will! ‘Cause we’re planning something~”

Jun’s lips fall into a surprised ‘o’, eyes flitting to the group of people that enter the diner.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” He yells, smiling before he turns to face you again. “So you’re scheming something but hyung’s just not part of the scheming… yet?”

“Exactly!”

“Hey, what do you say we go on a picnic date on Saturday?”

You tilt your head at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised. “I mean, I’d love to but we need to… post on Saturday? We haven’t filmed anything yet so I thought we’d film early on Saturday and then… y’know.”

Seungcheol grins at you from the opposite end of the sofa; eyes glimmering with a playfulness that has you mumbling a quiet ‘I see’ before rolling your eyes jokingly at the male.

“I see you’re scheming so the answer is yes, ‘Cheol, I’d love to go on a date with you on Saturday.”

“Good, ‘cause I already have everything set up for us so it would’ve been a waste!”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re remembering what you needed to bring up to Seungcheol. “Hey, by the way… about the channel rebranding thing.” Pausing, you wait for him to give you his full attention before you continue. “I thought maybe, we skip next week’s Wednesday show and instead we do a Friday show and for the last time, do a Saturday show and that’ll be, like, the rebranding? Is that confusing?”

Seungcheol nods along slowly, “No I know what you’re goin’ for. Any ideas for the shows?”

Your face and cheeks feel hot as you squirm, “Well… I had this idea. Why don’t we each… come up with a show concept. I’ll pick Friday’s show and you can pick Saturday’s and we’ll go with each other’s idea. Not, like, a competition but y’know, I thought it’d be fun for our viewers too! They can see what we come up with when each of us have control of the theme.”

Seungcheol goes quiet, contemplating his options. “And neither of us will know what the other’s concept is until the show?”

“Mmhmm! All within our hard limits though! That’s the only rule.”

A grin finds its way onto Seungcheol’s face. 

Oh, did he have ideas.

“Sounds fun. Can’t wait to see what you come up with, baby.”

‘Jeongguk I have a favour.’

Jeon 🥴: always favours wit u but ok, i havent been disappointed yet

Jeon 🥴: u keep me on my toes, it makes me tingly 

‘Shut up’

‘Do you have Jimin’s phone number, by chance?’

Jeon 🥴: I mean yea i do but…

Jeon 🥴: nvm i dont wanna kno

Jeon 🥴: but actually i wanna kno before i give it to u

‘Just give me the number and you can find out next Saturday’

Jeon 🥴: cryptic but i like it

Jeon 🥴: 82 13 1013 0613

Jeon 🥴: ur welcome

‘Thanks, Jeongguk, I owe you.’

The week continues with you and Seungcheol continuing to plan without each other; sly smirks and hushed giggles passed between you both even when Friday’s show comes and goes.

Saturday morning greets you with cloudy skies and pouring rain and you pout at Seungcheol as soon as you manage to get the curtains open to watch the downpour.

“‘Cheol, it’s raining… How are we gonna go on a picnic date now?” He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks.

“We can still go on our date, we’ll just… stay in the car. It’s not as romantic as I would’ve liked but I already had everything set up for us and even packed a basket.” He laughs under his breath, a little deflated that the rain had suddenly come and ruined his plans.

There went his idea of fucking you on a big picnic blanket out in the open.

“I gotta say, even though we’re just chilling in your parked car on the hillside… It’s actually quite pretty out here, ‘Cheol! Kinda calming with the rain and all~”

The two of you stay bundled up underneath a blanket in the backseat; the car windows already fogged up with the warmth the two of you radiate.

Seungcheol had packed a picnic basket filled with various snacks and premade food; a sheepish smile on his face when he told you he wasn’t sure what to bring.

“I would’ve made food but I wanted it to be a surprise and I also wasn’t sure what would’ve been good to bring. Although, now I’m thinkin’ we should’ve packed a thermos of hot chocolate or something.”

You pull away from him slightly, pouting. “That would’ve been good to warm us up a bit. I totally didn’t think of it either…”

Seungcheol grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Speaking of warming up…” He leaves the comfort of the blanket as he leans over to the side, placing his phone precariously on the phone holder that he’d set up on the backside of the driver’s seat to catch a side view of the two of you. He opens the camera app and quickly starts recording before he settles back into his place across from you.

“Well? Give it to me, baby. Right now.”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour over you at his sudden demand, “I--but--but I’m not p-prepped yet, I--”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head slightly before he leans over you; making sure the two of you are within the camera’s line of filming.

“Baby, I just wanted a kiss.” Your entire face goes hot, all the way up to your ears. “O-oh.”

He leans in, soft lips pressing against your own as he tangles a hand in your hair to deepen the kiss. You melt into his touch, lips parting on their own as you let out soft moans that mix in with the pitter patter of rain outside.

His lips leave yours and before you can even get a word out, a shiver runs up your spine when he starts pressing soft kisses against your jawline.

“So pretty and all mine.” He mumbles; voice muffled against your warm skin. “And now everyone knows who you belong to, right, angel?”

You nod shakily, throat dry at the gentleness in Seongcheol’s voice. “Y-yeah… ‘m all yours, ‘C--Cheol…”

“Should I leave some reminders? Just in case anyone forgets.”

You mewl in response, eyes rolling back when you feel Seungcheol starting to leave love bites on your neck. He sucks on the skin, only to soothe it with his tongue moments after.

“A-ah, don’t l-leave so many or e-else…” Whining, you rub your thighs together under the blanket; already feeling the arousal starting to take over your body.

“Or else…? I wasn’t aware you were giving me orders now, baby.” He smirks against your skin, leaving one more love bite on the column of your neck before he pulls away.

He kisses you softly on the lips once more before he’s pulling the blanket off of you and tugging you onto his lap; a gentle, warm smile on his plush lips. Your lust filled eyes meet Seungcheol’s before they’re flitting down to your lap where he pushes your skirt up to reveal your panties and before you can fully comprehend, he’s already tearing at the material before he tosses it to the side.

“I want you to ride my cock just like this, baby. Forget the camera’s even rolling, I wanna see you getting off in the backseat of my car and I wanna see your pretty face when you’re falling apart from how good my cock fills up your pretty cunt.”

You rock your hips against Seungcheol’s; hands placed on his shoulder as you chase your pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this, angel. So fuckin’ cute when you’re getting what you want.” You moan in response, head thrown back when the head of his cock taps your g-spot.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Seungcheol pauses; hands snaking down your body until you feel them on the skin of your ass.

He squeezes your ass as you whine loudly, fingertips teasing at the puckered rim. “Ah, we should’ve brought a toy with us. Bet you would’ve liked both of your needy holes filled, huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck! S--Seungcheol!” You clench around his cock, bouncing in his lap harder when he pulls his fingers away.

“We’ll save it for another time~ Wouldn’t want to rock the car too much, y’know? And I’d want you to be comfortable when you have all your needy ‘lil holes filled, not in the backseat of my car.” He grins at your somewhat disappointed face; feet planted on the floor of the car before he’s thrusting up into you and matching your erratic movements.

“Oh, g-god, it feels s--so good! I, ah, w-wanna cum!” Whimpering, your brows furrow as your hazy eyes meet Seungcheol’s.

“Aww, my sweet angel wants to cum already? So fuckin’ easy. Only a few minutes on my cock and you’re already falling apart?”

When he smirks back at you; there’s a sudden pang of confidence that pours over you and in an instant, you move a free hand up to the column of his throat. You squeeze down slightly, only enough as a warning as he licks his lips at you.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stop your movements while you sit perfectly still on his cock.

“Hmm? Gonna choke me to shut me up, baby? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can.” He taunts, hands still on your clothed waist. You start swiveling your hips again, except this time you keep your hand loosely wrapped around his neck; fingertips only just pressing into the sides as he lets out a soft groan in return.

“I bet you’d like it t-too much, ‘Cheol…” He chuckles softly; nodding when he feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy.

“Not as much as you do.” He starts thrusting up into you again, momentarily making you lose your hold on him when your body jostles from his harsh movements.

“Mmh, gonna cum in your pretty cunt ‘n then I’m gonna make you sit pretty with your fingers keeping my cum inside while I drive us both home. Fuck, bet you’d cum again just from that too. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, fingering my cum deeper into your needy cunt.”

Before Seungcheol can say any more, your other free hand quickly reaches for your discarded, torn panties; shoving them into his parted lips as he lets out a surprised noise around the fabric.

“You, ngh, t-talk too m-much…” You mutter.

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh around the fabric, quickly pulling your hand from around his neck as he swiftly maneuvers you off of his cock to switch your positions.

He presses you down into the backseat as he pistons his hips into you; his hands keeping your legs spread obscenely wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

The car rocks back and forth with his harsh movements and your moans only get louder and louder with each thrust of his hips that has the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum!” You feel your walls getting tighter around Seungcheol’s cock and he finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your body starts to tense with your impending orgasm. He growls around the fabric in his mouth; eyes silently ordering you to cum as his hips start to lose rhythm.

“Ah, S--Seungcheol!”

His name rolls off of your tongue in quick succession until it turns into muddled, broken whines and cries and he fucks you right through your orgasm as he chases his own. He feels his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls flutter around him and he only manages a drawn out groan before he’s unloading all of his cum inside of you; head thrown back as he lets the waves of pleasure wash over his body.

You stare up at him through glassy eyes, chest heaving as you ride out the remnants of your high. “Ngh… gonna, mmh, make a--a mess on the s-seats…” Muttering, it takes a few quiet moments before Seungcheol is slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt but the glimmer in his eyes lets you know he’s not completely done with you just yet.

Seungcheol starts to slowly ease his cock out of you as you groan softly at the emptiness, waiting for the second you close your eyes to blink to make his move.

He takes his chance; pulling the soaked material from inside of his mouth just as the head of his cock is at your entrance and he quickly places the torn panties right where the head of his cock was, just a second ago.

“That was really cute of you, baby.” You breath hitches when you feel his fingers starting to press the material into your spent hole. “Really, really cute.”

Your thighs shake at the feeling of Seungcheol slowly pushing your panties into your cunt; eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out shaky whimpers. “Oh, fuh--fuck, Seungcheol, mmh!”

“I actually packed a spare pair of panties for you, y’know? I was gonna play nice and eat your pretty ‘lil cunt out instead of letting you sit in cum soaked panties but I guess you had other plans, hmm? Got a little too greedy, perhaps?”

He smirks down at you, watching as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss when he pushes more and more of your panties into your pussy until only a small piece of fabric is left hanging out.

Seungcheol turns to face his phone that’s still recording, plucking it from the holder it’d been in before he flips the camera and films your body instead. He lets it linger on your fucked out expression before he brings it down to your pussy, filming your squirming body as you clench around the fabric keeping Seungcheol’s cum from spilling out of you and onto the backseat.

“Mm, and now you get to sit in the passenger’s seat, your own panties stuffed into your pussy while I drive home. But I bet it feels good, huh? Your needy ‘lil hole plugged up ‘til I can get you home so I can fuck you again. Unless you get really desperate, then I’ll let you take the panties out by yourself and you can finger your cunt and make yourself cum again.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his filthy words and you can’t help but bring a shaky hand down, fingertips already on your clit as Seungcheol raises a brow at you.

“You should get to d-driving then, ‘Cheol… Don’t you wanna find out what, ah, I choose?”

He shakes his head as he ends the recording on his phone; tossing the device to the side before he leans over you again.

“You’ve been getting really cocky with me, angel. Something I should know about?”

You blink up at him innocently, lips in a pout. 

“Nope~”

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Pinky Promise

Description: You had feelings for Bertholdt Hoover. What feelings were they? Youll never know. One minute hes your best friend, the next hes a traitor as you realize your in love with him. Shame.

A/n: Lol there isnt as much romantic dynamic as i had hoped but its currently midnight and i wrote this in the span of an hour and 20 minutes. Its not edited. Enjoy my trash. (edit omg i forgot to post this on my tumblr)

How did it ever come to this?

You stood on a battered roof, paralyzed by disbelief as the Colossal Titan, no Bertholdt, smashed and burned the city below. Bashing your home to dust.

Every memory, every possession, every overgrown garden and brittle house being smashed to dust.

And it was your best friend who was doing the smashing.

——- Rewind One Year ————

You and Bertholdt sat below a blossoming tree and you rambled on to him about the constellations. It was the middle of the night. You had snuck out, and he had followed. It was becoming a routine to meet here at this spot, the tree was easy to climb and you could stargaze and pretend that someday you would explore the vast world outside the walls.

“And theres Cancer! Thats my star sign.” (if your sign isnt cancer just change it lol) You looked over at Bertl with a wide smile. It was hard to tell if he cared about what you had to say, but he always snuck out to be here, so you assumed that he had to care at least a little.

His eyebrows furrowed with a thought, and you took a moment to notice not only how much taller he was than you, even while sitting down, but also how goddamn cute he was.

Wait. Not cute in the sense that you liked him, no sir. This was a one hundred percent platonic thought.

“Y/n?” You were shaken from your thoughts as Bertl gazed at you and, oh god he literally had stars in his eyes.

“Im so sorry I zoned out. Where were you?” You felt bad for mot listening, Bertl didn’t speak nearly as much as you so when he did talk you usually clung on to each and every word.

Bertholdt let out a breathy laugh, “What does it mean, that Cancer is your star sign?” His focus was on you with a concentrated, curious look.

“Oh! Well, every star sign has different traits, so to say. And Cancers are stereotypically emotional along with a lot of other stuff thats hard to define.” You waved your hand to the side absentmindedly, “I dont think someones star sign defines them, but I think its fun to imagine that fate is written in the stars”

Bertholdts eyebrows knitted together again as his face fell slightly.

Had you said something wrong?

“Well what would you define me as?” He looked away, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

You were confused by his question. Where had this come from? “You mean like your star sign? Or how I see you?” He glanced back at you but didn’t respond right away.

“Y/n...” he was struggling to find the words,”what if i’m not who you think I am?” He looked back at you again sheepishly.

You took a second to consider what he said.

“Well, even if you aren’t who I think you are...” Now you found yourself at a loss of words as you let the thought of him decieving you sink in further. “Even if you aren’t who you appear, you will still be my best friend no matter who you are underneath whatever layers or facades that you have.”

He looked shocked, he obviously hadnt been expecting that. His face went red as he got (adorably) flustered.

“You never know-“

“I do know. I do know that you are my best friend. I know that you are stupidly tall like a damn tree and you turn into a human knot when you sleep and I know that even if you are a completely different person that those wont change. And neither will you being my best friend ever change.”

If Bertholdt was red before, then he was on the verge of exploding now.

And as if that hadnt been enough, you stubbornly added “I promise that you will always be my best friend, no matter who you are or how the rest of the world sees you.”

Suddenly you found yourself without air as Bertholdt pulled you into a hug. But not a casual hug. The type of hug where you feel warm and safe and you never want them to let go. The type where someone buries their face into your shoulder and you can feel every one of their emotions flow through you.

“You forget that promises can be broken though.” Bertholdt quietly muttered into your shoulder, not wanting to let go yet.

You didn’t take a moment to consider it, “Fine. Then lets make a pinky promise.”

Bertholdts bone crushing hold on you loosens, “A... what?”

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back gently, trying not to go red at how close he still was to you.

You grabbed his hand and gently put all his fingers into a fist except his pinky. You then took your opposite hand and mirrored what he was doing.

“Like this. Its a promise you cant break. Because its bound in the pinkies, like a chain.”

You slowly intertwined your pinkies and looked him in the eyes.

“I, y/n l/n promise that Bertholdt Hoover will always be my best friend, and that no matter who he turns out to be, that I will never go against him.” You held his gaze without blinking, focusing on the unidentified emotion on his face and the warmth of his hand.

He stays silent for a long moment and you become afraid that youve pushed too far. Your eyes softened as you looked away. “I dont expect you to make a promise.”

Bertholdt used his other hand to turn your face back to him. “I, Berthold Hoover, promise that I will someday show y/n l/n my homeland, and that I will keep them safe.”

And you believed him

You smiled brightly, “Ill let you take me home,” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, breaking the tension, “Only if i can show you mine too.”

Bertholdt nodded, and maybe your trust in him blinded you to the guilt in his eyes.

——- Fast forward to like a month ago idk the passage of time ———-

Titans had made it inside Wall Rose.

You had been separated from Bertholdt and the others because you went back to aid Mike. You had no weapons but you were never one to follow the rules, and in honesty, you couldn’t offer any aid you just wanted to see him destroy those titans.

But now, Mike was dead and you raced on your horse to wall rose. You had just passed through a village with a large blonde titan stranded on a building and you had saw flashes of light by the wall.

And behold, as you saw Wall Rose in the distance, you saw the Colossal Titan - at least the top half of it - perched on the wall.

You sent a prayer to whatever god existed that Bertholdt and the rest of your comrades were ok. Watching Mike get torn apart had been enough bullshit death for today.

Approaching the wall, you had no way to scale it, you still had no odm gear. You were forced to watch everyone else in combat from the ground and you felt guilty.

You heard smashing sounds on the other wall and you couldnt even start to fathom what was happening over there.

As the battle sludged on you heard a deafening roar as you opted to cover your horses ears.

You watched in horror as the Colossal titan started to tilt, further and further like a falling domino, until it crashed on the ground on the other side of the wall. The ground shook and you were nearly flung off of your horse.

How much had you missed?

As you had been hauled up the wall you were filled in on most of the information, however you were filled to the brim with confusion as you couldnt see Reiner or Bertholdt. And trust me, you would have found them by now if they were there, they stuck out like a Beefy Nacho and a Tree in a crowd.

And that day, as Bertl left you alone. You realized maybe you had been in Love with him. And that maybe those feelings werent totally one hundred percent platonic

And maybe you were stupid enough to think that he had reciprocated them.

———— Present ————-

You stood there frozen, remembering how Erwin had made you stay back with Hange, who was injured that day. Because nobody thought you were fit to fight Bertholdt.

And as you stood there among the wreckage you decided that you were definitely not fit to fight him.

You grit your teeth with tension and stress. You should hate him. Hes the reason your family is dead, and your home was bashed. He was the reason that you joined the stupid Suicide regiment instead of just selling produce like someone who actually values their life. He had taken everything from you.

Yet as you remembered those tender nights beneath the stars by the blossoming tree, you couldnt hate him. In fact you promised to not hate him for exactly this reason.

At least now you got a chance to show him where you lived. Except for the fact that he was grinding it to dust and ash. Though looking at the situation now you doubted that he had meant anything he had said that night.

You jump as a hand grabs your shoulder. You whip around and see Armin, with a determined urgent look on his face.

“The others are facing Reiner. Y/n i know how to take Bertholdt down but i need your and Erens help.” The worst part was that you couldnt refuse.

You couldnt show the others that you were having disloyal thoughts so you followed Armin to the top of the wall.

And for the first time in about a month, you stood face to face with him.

And you became weak.

Turning to Armin you came up with a lie to get out of this plan - a lie that would lead to Armin getting burned alive - “Theres not much I can do with odm gear that you and Eren can’t. Let me go help them with Reiner.”

Armin saw truth in your words, even though you sure as hell did not. You just knew that you were not strong enough to fight Bertholdt. Especially when fighting to kill.

Turning to face the Colossal Titan before you jumped off the wall, you raised your arm, with your pinky finger sticking up.

Even if he didnt keep his promise, it was your way of keeping your word. It was a new promise.

————————-

You looked down at Bertholdts broken mangled body, armless and legless and burned with titan marks. He was gonna be eaten and you couldn’t even say goodbye.

And as you watched him get eaten by Armin as a titan, you said one last goodbye to the boy who sat with you under the blossoming tree.

The boy who you fell in love with a little too late

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