#i wanna fall for a boy who swallowed the sun

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

more than I can resist

pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader x Wonwoo

genre: smut, fluff, poly!au - minors dni.

warnings: threesome, anal sex, oral sex (f and m rec), fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, use of petnames (princess, sunshine, pretty boy), sub!reader, switch!wonwoo, switch!cheol, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), manhandling, hair pulling, aftercare

word count: ~3.8k

summary: you love starting your day with your boyfriend and a freshly brewed cup of coffee. but your other boyfriend has a different idea of a perfect morning.

Disclaimer: Both Seungcheol and Wonwoo are depicted as bisexual in the fic, which is used only for the purposes of fanfiction and it is not an assumption of the members' sexual orientation in real life. If you're not comfortable with these themes, then this fic isn't for you.

Author's note: happy holidays beloveds, here's some woncheol filth - big thank you to @gyuwoncheol for betareading (and yelling at me hehe) and to @wooahaeproductions for helping me out with the title!

tagging @onlymingyus @smileysuh @horanghater @shuadotcom @wongyuseokie

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

Raindrops clatter on the window, a moody gray color engulfing the bedroom. You swear it makes you want to fall back asleep, but the warmth surrounding and the faint smell of coffee being brewed keep your eyes wide open.

You raise your torso from the bed and notice that your boyfriend is missing - now you know why the smell of coffee lingers in the air.

You push the comforter to the side before stepping on the carpeted floor, but a strong arm tugging at your wrist stops you - the wrist of your other boyfriend.

“Don’t leave yet, I wanna cuddle for a little longer.” Seungcheol pouts, voice still dipped in sleepiness.

“But Wonwoo is already up and making coffee. I don’t want to drink it cold, Cheollie.”

“But cuddles!” The blond man pouts again.

“Sorry, Cheollie, coffee is calling.” You smile softly and get up from the bed, wearing your fuzzy slippers to go to the kitchen.

Seungcheol plops down on the bed, puffing his lips in annoyance. It’s baffling how you’re willing to leave the warmth and coziness of his arms just for a cup of coffee with Wonwoo. Or maybe he’s being dramatic about it.

You, on the other hand, are absolutely delighted to be greeted with Wonwoo’s broad back, clad in a plain white t-shirt. You tiptoe your way behind him and wrap your arms around your waist to back hug him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He rubs the back of your hand lovingly.

“Good morning, Wonu.” You hum and pat his abdomen. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well. Although I wish I didn't have to spend most of the night away from you. Not to mention the amount of times Seungcheol tried to pull you away.” He comments with a small sigh.

“Oh come on, you know he’s clingy in his sleep.” 

“Y/N, clingy is Seungcheol’s middle name.” Wonwoo chuckles as he pours the dark brown liquid in the three matching cups.

“I think that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.” You tease him with a sing-song voice.

“I cannot refute that, I’m afraid.” He passes you the cup with the sun carvings on. “Enjoy the coffee, darling.”

“Thank you baby.” You take a sip and moan in satisfaction when the coffee hits your taste buds. “Perfect as always.”

“And the only thing I’m perfect at-”

“Bullshit!”

“In the kitchen, I mean.”

“Oh. Then yeah, you’re right.” You grin evilly and he swats your arm playfully.

“If you get to be a meanie first thing in the morning, then maybe I should cut down on your coffee privileges.” Wonwoo tilts his head sideways, a cat-like smirk on his face.

“Now who’s the meanie?” You put your coffee down on the counter and rest your fists on your waist.

“Honestly? He’s still sleeping in the bedroom.” Wonwoo deadpans and you snort, trying to suppress your laughter.

“You would have to bear with his pouting for the rest of the month if he heard you say that.”

“And he would get even more annoyed because I know when to not give attention to him.” He gives you a smug answer.

“Is it me or do you have a thing for arguing with Cheol?”

“I do. And frankly, I like him a bit better when he gets frustrated.” 

“Because he looks hot when he’s angry?”

“Exactly.” Wonwoo licks the corners of his lips. “Makes the ordeal a bit nastier, you know?”

“It’s always the quiet ones, I swear.” You roll your eyes and walk away from the kitchen.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. I want to wash my face and do my morning routine. My eyes still feel a bit droopy.” You rub your face with your palms.

“Then stop rubbing your face, you idiot.” He laughs and you wave your hands in defeat, making your way to the bathroom.

Wonwoo is left alone in the kitchen once more and he goes back to enjoying his coffee, back turned against the rest of the living room.

He’s unaware of Seungcheol walking into the kitchen with his signature pout on, the latter feeling sulky from the lack of attention.

But as soon as he notices his boyfriend’s shoulders stretching out the fabric of his tee, the devil on Seungcheol’s shoulder is awakened and ready to take action.

The blond man presses his body on Wonwoo’s back and runs his hands over his sides, making the younger man shiver.

“Shit - you startled me, Cheol!” Wonwoo curses out loud, the half empty coffee cup nearly dropping from his hands.

“You’re one big scaredy cat, aren’t you.” Seungcheol giggles.

“Good morning to you too, I guess.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s in the bathroom to freshen up a bit.”

“So much for wanting to drink coffee with you.” 

“At least she escaped your clutches.” Wonwoo laughs.

“Gotta live up to my middle name, right?” Seungcheol presses himself a bit harder on Wonwoo, his morning wood trying to make its presence known.

“So you were awake this whole time, huh?” 

“Yeah, but the bed was too warm to not enjoy it.”

“But you got up either way. Can’t live without being the center of our attention, Cheollie?” Wonwoo teases him with the nickname, knowing how much it riles him up.

“You must be in a pretty good mood to be cracking shitty jokes now, Wonu.” Seungcheol’s hand descends towards Wonwoo’s crotch, rubbing him over his sweats. 

“And you must be really thirsty for attention to be pulling tricks like these.” He grips the older man’s wrist, low hiss echoing in the kitchen.

Seungcheol smirks at his reaction and doesn’t stop moving his hand up and down, biting his bottom lip when Wonwoo grips the counter a bit tighter.

“Losing your composure already? I thought you were stronger than that.”

“Shut up.”

“Ah ah, pretty boys like you shouldn’t say bad words.” 

A shiver runs down Wonwoo’s spine when he hears the pet name, hips bucking into Seungcheol’s hand.

“Seems like you’re the one who needs attention, Wonu.” The blond man chuckles in his ear.

“Oh my God, just stop talking and keep touching me, please.”

Seungcheol takes his hand away and turns Wonwoo around, pinning him to the counter. He might not be taller, but he’s definitely stronger and he will always find a way to use his strength to his advantage.

“Whoever did your hair last night deserves an award.”

"T-Thanks. Wish I was here with the two of you, not at some boring business dinner." 

"It's okay, Wonu. You've worked hard and it's reward time, pretty boy." 

Seungcheol drops down on his knees and unties the string of Wonwoo's sweats, pulling them down with his boxers. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking precum.

"Were you dining with your colleagues with such a boner? I almost feel sorry for you." He rubs his fingertip over the shaft and around the bulbous head.

Wonwoo turns his head away, cheeks flushed and biting the back of his hand to drown any noise that threatens to spill.

"Gosh, you're so hot when you're shy." Seungcheol breathes out and wraps his puffy lips around the tip, giving it light sucks before deepthroating Wonwoo's cock in one go.

If there’s one thing Seungcheol is good at, it’s oral sex - no matter who’s on the receiving end in your relationship, he will leave you with jelly legs.

“C-Cheol, slow down a little.” Wonwoo immediately puts his hands in his boyfriend’s hair, nearly fisting the blond strands. Seungcheol pulls away his lips with a loud, almost vulgar ‘pop’. He 

“I can go slow. But no promises on how long I’ll be able to keep it that way, pretty boy.” He chuckles before spitting on his fingers and moving them behind Wonwoo.

“Y-You don’t have to d-do this.” 

“One of us is gonna get fucked in the ass very soon and it won’t be me.” Seungcheol kisses the tip of Wonwoo’s cock and carefully slides one finger past his rim, 

“You almost sound d-disappointed.” The younger man shudders and clenches around the thick digit.

“Me? Not at all, pretty boy. But you must be disappointed, since you’re so obsessed with my ass.”

“Not my fault you’re so t-thick everywhere, fuck.”

“Aww, are you jealous, Wonu?” Seungcheol grins against Wonwoo’s cock, adding a second finger in his hole. “You shouldn’t be, though - Your body is really hot, in its own way.”

“T-Tell me more.” Wonwoo moans and grips the blond hair.

“Where should I even begin from? Your strong, broad shoulders? Your pretty collarbones?” Seungcheol showers him with compliments, his free hand coursing over Wonwoo’s body, reaching to his waist and gripping it tight. “Or your slutty little waist?” 

Wonwoo loses his patience and thrusts his cock in the older man’s mouth, both hands glued on his head to keep it in place and fuck it relentlessly. His round glasses are already fogged up and sliding down the bridge of his nose. The two fingers haven’t stopped toying with his hole, his sensitivity skyrocketing.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, God, I’m so close!” Wonwoo throws his head back, mouth wide open and tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Seungcheol hums affirmatively and hollows his cheeks around the shaft, the tip being pushed all the way down his throat. Wonwoo’s orgasm is strong enough to make him lose his balance, but the strong arm around his waist holds him up. The man on his knees swallows every single drop of semen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down rhythmically. A few seconds later, he detaches his mouth and fingers, breathing heavily. His half-lidded eyes staring at Wonwoo with heavy lust.

“Ahem.”

Your voice interrupts the two men and Wonwoo tries to pull up his sweats hastily.

“Don’t bother. You won’t need them anyways.” You shake your head in dismissal.

“Hey princess.” Seungcheol gets up and licks his fingers clean with a smug smile on his face.

“You seem awfully awake for someone who wanted cuddles just a few minutes ago.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“And you seem awfully jittery, princess. What’s wrong, hm?”

“Cheol, stop teasing her.” Wonwoo huffs.

“It’s okay, Wonu. I was heading to the bedroom anyway.” You shrug and leave the kitchen, making a turn for the bedroom. The two men peek their heads and see you throw your (Wonwoo’s) t-shirt right on the doorstep and Wonwoo pushes Seungcheol out of the way, running back to the bedroom, the older man’s laugh echoing behind him.

A grin creeps on your lips when Wonwoo’s arms wrap around your midriff and his lips attach themselves to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.

“You seem to be pretty riled up.” You murmur and push your ass on his crotch.

“Cheol’s fault.” He murmurs back and turns you around, pushing you softly on the bed to climb on top of you. “But you’re not innocent either, sunshine.”

“I know. That’s why we’re here now, right?” You toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah. And I cannot wait to fuck you, sunshine.” He grazes his teeth over your pulse point, hands groping your underwear - clad body.

“Not so fast, pretty boy.” Seungcheol leans against the door frame. “I call the shots here.”

“Can you not ruin the moment for once? I missed her last night and I wanna have my time with her.” 

“You will.” H He walks behind Wonwoo and threads his hand in his hair, pulling it back harshly as he presses his lips on the shell of his ear. “As long as you do as I say, that is.”

“Cheol-” You open your mouth to speak. 

“Princess. Behave.” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you pipe down, waiting for his orders. Seungcheol hums in approval and lets go of Wonwoo’s hair, who lets out a loud hiss.

“Lay on your back, pretty boy. Need you to put that mouth of yours into good use.” He orders while undressing himself till complete nakedness.

“And why should I do that?” Wonwoo scoffs in an attempt to challenge Seungcheol.

“You said you wanted to have your time with Y/N, didn’t you? You’re gonna let her sit on your face and she’s gonna use her pretty mouth for something else.”

“Damn it.” The younger man curses and strips down as well, following Seungcheol’s orders. He lies down on the bed and Seungcheol pats your thigh for you to get naked and climb over Wonwoo’s face.

“Hey sunshine.”

“Hey Wonu.” You giggle while peering your eyes down to him, his lips peppering kisses on your inner thighs.

“Eyes on me, princess.” Your other boyfriend yanks your hair back, forcing your gaze on him. “Hands down on the mattress.” 

You do as he says and you’re now on the same level as Seungcheol’s cock, the thick shaft mere centimeters away from you. You open your mouth to stretch your tongue and lick the tip, but Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down on his face to eat you out. You cry out when his tongue slides across your slit, flattening it over your clit and turning it pointy when it reaches your entrance. 

“What’s wrong, princess? Does the pretty boy’s mouth feel good?” Seungcheol caresses your cheek and you nod affirmatively.

“Can’t have you all fucked out already.” He taps his cock on your cheek and you desperately chase his shaft with your mouth. He puts you out of your misery by sliding his cock down your throat, making you gag with his size. You're glad you've trained yourself (with the help of your boyfriends) to suppress your gag reflex when one of them is fucking your mouth. 

You let Seungcheol take control of your head and use it like a fucktoy to satisfy the raging erection, all while Wonwoo eats your pussy like it's the last meal he will ever enjoy on this futile planet. His hands roam your body, fingertips gliding over your hips, waist and gripping your breasts.

Your eyes flutter dangerously, hands fisting the sheets underneath you, as you let yourself enjoy what you're being provided by the loves of your life.

"Mmm, always so good at sucking dick, princess.” Seungcheol juts his hips in your mouth, loving the weight of his cock on your tongue.

You want to bob your head on your own on his cock, but the hand in your hair stops you from doing so. Instead, you ride out your frustrations on Wonwoo’s face, who doesn’t seem to mind you using him for your own pleasure.

“Pretty boy is doing a good job, isn’t he, princess?” Seungcheol slides out his cock and taps it over your cheeks, leaving wet trails of spit on your face.

“His mouth is so fucking good, Daddy.” You moan in response.

“Is that so? Is he taking care of your needy pussy?”

“Yes, he’s so good!” You dig your nails in the bed.

“He can be even better with his dick, princess. Hop off.” 

You whine in protest, but one raised brow from the blond man is enough to make you follow his orders, your other boyfriend grunting in annoyance.

“Lay on your back, princess. And pull your legs up to your chest.”

“Do you ever want to just go with the flow?” Wonwoo sits up and throws a nasty glare towards Seungcheol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No.” The older man says curtly and grabs Wonwoo by the arms, turning him around to face you and he pushes him on top of you.

“Fuck! Sorry, sunshine.” Wonwoo puts his hands on each side of your head to not crush you with his weight. “I guess someone is impatient.”

“Yeah, I am.” Seungcheol slaps his ass and kneads the flesh with his hands. “But I’m sure our dear princess is impatient as well and she would love to be stuffed full with your cock. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You nod fervently and you buck your hips directly on Wonwoo’s crotch and he moans, gripping his shaft with one hand to guide it to your entrance. A blissful sigh escapes his lips when he slides inside your pussy, enjoying your tight warmth.

“Good, stay still, pretty boy.” Seungcheol bites his bottom lip as he reaches for the lube in the drawer of the nightstand and he opens the cap to spritz a generous amount over his fingers. He carefully spreads it over his boyfriend’s ass, sliding two fingers to check whether he’s loose enough to take something bigger.

Wonwoo shudders on top of you and slowly moves his hips to start fucking you, but Seungcheol grips his waist to stabilise him.

“I said. Stay still.” He aligns the tip of his cock with the hole and pushes in with careful motions, until he’s completely sheathed in. 

“Fuck, oh fuck.” Wonwoo digs his nails in the mattress, trying his best to accommodate the stretch.

“Wonu, are you okay?” You pet the back of his hair.

“Y-Yeah, more than okay.” 

A fluid thrust from behind makes him groan again and jerks his entire body forward, resulting in a strong thrust in your cunt. You let out a gasp in response and your eyes notice the mischievous glint in Seungcheol’s eyes. He sends you a wink before he starts rutting his hips faster.

The force he exerts in fucking Wonwoo results in you getting fucked with the same pace. Both you and Wonwoo let out obscene noises in unison, your hands flying to his back.

“Your cock feels so damn good, Wonu.” You dig your nails in his back.

“God, I can’t even f-focus on what feels better right now.” He moans back and ducks his head in the crook of your neck.

“Stop being shy, pretty boy.” Seungcheol pulls Wonwoo’s hair and lifts his head to let you take a better look of his expression.

You clench around Wonwoo’s cock when your eyes fall on his flushed face and messed up hair, sweat beads forming on his forehead and eyebrows.

“How does he look, princess?”

“Fucking beautiful, Cheollie.” You whine and Wonwoo bucks his hips harder in you, pushing your body closer to the foot of the bed. 

“Pretty boy loves being praised.” Seungcheol’s thrusts take a rougher turn and snaps his pelvis almost mercilessly.

“Yes, yes I do, fuck. Harder!” The younger man begs in an embarrassing way.

“God, you sound so pretty when you beg.” You whisper loud enough to be heard in the room and smash your lips on his, your hands now moving to cup his jaw. Your tongue mingles with Wonwoo’s, sucking it passionately until you feel him whine in your mouth repeatedly. A sudden wave of sticky warmth floods your walls and you realize that your boyfriend just came inside you without a warning. 

“Mffh- ah, fuck, I’m sorry, sunshine…” He pants heavily, cock still twitching inside you as he grinds slowly. 

“Don’t worry, Wonu.” You stroke his cheek while he desperately tries to make you cum. “Can you please make me cum?”

“Shit, anything for you, sunshine.” He slides his hand between your bodies to search for your clit and rub it in rapid circles.

“How did I get so damn lucky with the two of you?” Seungcheol peers down on you as he pets Wonwoo’s hair a bit softer this time, the contrast between his hand and his hips staying sharp.

“C-Cheol, p-please.” 

“Hang in there, pretty boy, almost there.”

Seungcheol’s hand glides over Wonwoo’s spine until it grips on the other side of his waist and keeps him steady to deliver a few more thrusts. He throws his head back in bliss as the climax hits him, his heavy cock unloading globs of cum inside.

“Fucking perfect ass, so damn tight.”

Wonwoo’s head dips in your neck again as he lets out a loud sob and cums inside you again, but his hand doesn’t falter on your clit and you scream when your own orgasm crashes on you, hands struggling to find something sturdy to hold onto.

Your body decides to fall limp on the bed with Wonwoo right on top of you, who is still breathing heavily due to his consecutive orgasms.

Seungcheol slowly retracts his cock and lays on top of the two of you, catching his own breath.

“I can’t fucking move.” Wonwoo grunts.

“Me neither.” You agree in a split second.

“Did so well for me, darlings.” Seungcheol pats your thigh while pressing a kiss on Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“Thank you Cheollie. Could you two please get off me now? You’re literally crushing me.” You complain to your boyfriends.

“Sorry, princess.” He laughs and sits back on the bed, allowing Wonwoo to roll on his back.

“Thank you. Can someone carry me to the bathroom now? My legs are ruined.” 

“Abusing your princess rights, aren’t you?” The older man quirks his brow.

“Are you gonna refuse?”

“Never.” He picks you up in bridal style and carries you towards the bathroom, your giggles echoing in the corridor.

About ten minutes later, you’re happily soaking in the tub, filled with warm water and a lavender scented bath bomb, all while Seungcheol walks back to the bedroom to check up on Wonwoo.

“Do you need help?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Just…give me a few minutes.”

“Fucked you real good, huh?”

“Not as bad as the sheets, but I digress.”

“The sheets aren’t as tight as you or Y/N, but I digress.” The blond man smirks.

“I swear to God, I’ll get back at you for this.” Wonwoo groans, trying to stretch out his legs so he’ll be able to walk all the way to the bathroom.

“Hm, really? And how are you going to do it, huh? By trying to tie me up?” Seungcheol taunts him with a cocked eyebrow.

“That’s not a bad idea actually, given how squirmy you get when your ass gets pounded from behind.” Wonwoo licks his bottom lip.

“Are you that obsessed with my ass, Wonu?”

“More like obsessed with the mental image of railing you like a bitch in heat.” 

Seungcheol lets out a dirty laugh, shaking his head as he heads out of the room. 

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy. That ass can handle more than you can think of.” He punctuates his words by landing a slap on his ass and sending a wink to his boyfriend.

Wonwoo plops back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling, a grin plastered on his face.

He can’t wait for that day to come.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 13: PUBLIC SEX Donquixote Rosinante 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hello, Sashi! hear me out: day 13. public/semi public and Rosinante 🤭🤭🤭 (his Devil fruit is literally perfect for it!;) can you please do it for female reader? ty, xo :3 tw: mdni. public sex. usage of df. rough sex and still very sweet. overstimulation. oral. size kink. squirting. impregnation implied. Au where Rosi survived after doffy's bullets. wc: 1,9k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

With a very curious and intelligent boy in the house, Rosinante and you had little time to none for adult loving matters. You were happy, you weren’t worried. But, sometimes you two needed those alone times…

You weren’t leaving little Law alone, of course. Much less having that type of fun with the kid at home even if asleep. However, that night Law had a birthday party at Mr. Wolff’s home. It was Bepo, his best friend’s birthday, who have been living there with his two other friend, Shachi, and Penguin.

Little Law still felt a little scared of human beings that weren’t his friends, so, of course, Rosinante and you walked him all through Swallow Island to get to the party.

Mr Wolff explained to you that he could stay the night if he felt like it, but if not, he promised to give the kids dinner early so that you could pick up Law from his home before midnight.

You were happy and took a leave through the snowy roads that connected your home and Mr. Wolff’s. It was a blessing to find this man who took care of Law while Rosinante recuperated after his encounter with his evil brother Doflamingo.

It was you, who helped your now lover to stay alive for some time until he was able to speak and search Law in the surroundings. After that, and falling in love with Rosinante, the three of you formed a very lovely and humble family. Of course, his real name couldn’t be revealed, as well as Law’s. Both, for the Marine and the Donquixote family had stopped existing that same fatidic night. Thankfully for the three of you, destiny had other plans…

The crunch beneath your feet of icy cold snow reverberates in a lonely path. There weren’t many roads connecting Pleasure Town to the forest where Mr. Wolff lives, nor the outsides where you live. You need to walk at least a couple of miles more to reach your cabin, a very cozy home you two have built.

“It isn’t that cold tonight, right?” you mumble, small talk you didn’t really need as Rosi and you have no problems to stay silent for some time as long as you are next to the other.

“Actually, you are right. Perfect for a dip in the sea” Rosinante jokes, he is always very funny being -sometimes to the point of annoy Law-.

You scoff and hug his huge arm. He smiles, with a smile that’s as beautiful as a sunrise, and places his equally huge hand on your head.

“I love you; you know that?” he whispers, stopping for some seconds, fixing his beautiful tangerine eyes in yours.

You smile sweetly, standing on tippy toes to reach for his lips. You try to give him a peck, but he is messing with you by not bending forward enough for you to do so. Rosinante is way taller than you. - And probably than most of the men around –

“Come on!” you protest, giving little jumps. “What?! You wanna kiss me? What you want from me, woman?!” he laughs. Rosinante is usually very soft and sweet, a caring father and sometimes a little bit of a clown, but he is also a man… a very manly man in private.

You turn around, crossing your arms like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fix your eyes in the horizon, where the sun is starting to set, and the sky turns orange with litmus and purple hints here and there over the clouds. Even if annoyed at him, not even the scenery can match to the beauty of his soul.

“Baby…” he whispers, bending enough to hug you from behind. “I was just joking… give me a kiss, come on”

“No. You didn’t want it when I gave it to you; now you lost it!” you joke, enjoying the way you are pressing your back against his body.

He stays silent for some seconds until he turns you around rather violently -probably not his intention, but he is still a clumsy man-. Rosinante’s arms lift you up, as he tries not to slip with the snow.

“Give me a kiss. As a Celestial Dragon I demand my tribute!” it is still a little painful for him, but he has learned to accept his past and because of you even joke about it.

“Ah- tribute?! You are crazy, sir. I won’t giv-“ you grunt, but your lips get sealed with his. And your stiffen muscles start to relax as you melt into a very deep kiss of lust and love.

You two probably keep kissing until your lips get swollen and your breathing becomes erratic. There is too much sexual desire accumulated in your bodies that haven’t been released, you are not exactly sure if you are making it to the cabin.

“I was going to wait until we get home… I’ve been thinking about it all week, having the house free for us…” Rosinante murmurs with his lips grazing yours.

“I can’t wait until we get home…” you whisper, hugging him with your legs, allowing your crotch to hit his. He is hard, as much as you are wet. He is needy, as much as you are desperate…

Both look at each other. It’s gonna be a first… having sex in the middle of the road? With snow? Sure, it isn’t a very transited zone, but… what if someone sees you?

“I don’t care. Fuck me here, behind that tree” you point to a bunch of pines behind you.

Corazon, whose pupils contract, and his smile turns to a sexy smirk, doesn’t really say a word but immediately let’s you down for you to walk right behind the tree you chose to be a “covered spot”.

Truth is, it isn’t really a cover for such a big man like Rosinante, but it doesn’t really matter anymore to you.  

Your back hits the log, and his right hand do the same right next to your face. Some old snow falls around you from the branches of the tree, but there is no strong enough cold to overcome the heat of your bodies.

Rosi bends over to kiss you, playing with your breasts as he does. You moan, as his usual clumsy hands -but not during sex- reach for your nipples right in between your winter clothes. He pinches and twists, because he knows how much you love it.

Your hand reaches for his bulging crotch, playing over the white fabric of his jeans. You can feel it in your hands the way it throbs and painfully wishes to scape his pants. Thing, you understand very well, so you proceed to lower the zipper.

Soon you stop the kiss to kneel and free his sex. He is still wearing his clothes, but it’s enough for you to orally pleasure him. Both of your hands aren’t quite enough to cover his whole length, and that’s something you have learnt to take very well.

The tip of your tongue lands on the tip of his dick, making him squirm as you create strings of precum in between you two. Your oral skills are good but definitely better if accompanied by the pumping motions of your hands.

“Fuck…” he grunts.

“Honey, watch your mouth… someone might hear you” you joke, remembering indeed you are right because you are pretty much in public. But not giving a single fuck, as you eat his sex, gagging the more you bob your head.

When Rosinante is able to catch a little bit of air and clear his mind, he softly pulls back from your hair. Shiny lips and a little bit of teary eyes of yours look at him expecting to keep going or getting fucked.

“Stand up so I can scold you for the same reason” he growls. Rosinante’s sexy side is a pleasure not many people had the joy to experience.

You immediately accompany his hair pulling motion to stand up and soon enough he turns you around, pressing your body against the pine log in front of you. Skilfully he pulls down your leggings, just enough to expose your heat for him to penetrate.

“I missed your warmth so much” he purrs in your ear while he crunches enough for his sex to be guided into yours. You, on tippy toes to help with the height different, await his fulfilling length -and width- to stretch you out, so lasciviously.

And just as he slides himself inside of you, with milking spasming walls, and the usual resistance of such a size difference, you whine louder than ever. Thing that might have alerted someone in a cabin a few meters away you hadn’t seen until now.

Dogs barking and a light turning on is what you see in between the rams of a completely unaware -lost in lust- Rosinante.

“Hon-ey… th- there are… nghhh.. there are people there!” you alert him, with great difficulty and moaned speech. You bite your lip, watching in between blurred vision if someone is coming or not.

“I won’t stop fucking you, they won’t find us as long as you don’t make any sound” Rosinante murmurs, almost enjoying the karma for your last commentary.

“But- ngh… fuck, you are stretching me a lot more than al-ways” you whine, sure that given you more of his hip stabs you will burst out.

He scoffs. “Fine… SILENT-“ Rosinante casts his silence spell on you, allowing you to moan without a word to be heard. Thing that, gives him the power of fucking his victim even rougher and without hearing his pleading “stops” -even if you never want him to stop-

You can’t be heard, but you can hear. So, he grabs your face in between his fingers, while has you hugged by your waist. “Look at that old couple, they are looking for the animal that just mewled, but it was just you taking my dick. You wanna show them your face while I do?”

You widen your eyes… apparently the sexual abstinence can do this to a sweet man like him.  You shake your head, because you don’t really desire for two strangers to see you getting fucked in the middle of the public street… or you do?

Rosinante keeps fucking you, moving your body as he wishes, ignoring your “wait I am coming… I can’t-“ pleads coming from your silent voice. You are like a little doll compared to him, and the bulge forming on your lower belly should be considered like a dynamic work of anatomical and sexual art.

You are overstimulated, feeling like your insides are about to explode and the pressure of a very wet orgasm is about to dampen your and his clothes.

You are not very sure where the couple went, you have lost them… and you don’t mind.

Rosinante on the verge of coming too and couldn’t care a less if you want his seed deep inside you… he can’t hear you say no, in any case. You weren’t saying no, either.

“Take my cum, I think we should be ready to give Law a brother or a sister” he moans in your ear, getting even rougher with you as you are almost convulsing around his dick with a silent climax, legs and leggings soaked and nails carving marks on the log in front of you.

He grunts right in your ear, giving you, perhaps, an actual acoustical orgasm. Soon the chill you might have felt because of your juices getting cold are replaced by the flooding warmth of his cum that will have to stay inside of you for as long as you two need to run away…

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO YOUNGSTERS DOING?! SINNERS!” an old man -the same from the closer cabin- appears with a rusty shotgun.

“SORRY SIR!!!” both run away -you silently, though- laughing…

Oh, young love, risky and passionate is there a better type?

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[your-girl-mj]

heyy! could you do hcs where the reader is a female and is ganke's cousin and she just moved to brooklyn from korea and then she meets miles at the brooklyn visions academy and miles fell first but she fell harder?? tysm if you will do it!

that's your cousin?? [42 + 1610!Miles × f!reader]

summary: he fell first, but she fell harder. headcanons!

warning: swear words.

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles, he/him for ganke.

created: august 20, 2023

published: august 21, 2023

earth-1610 [miles morales]

he fell first

she was the first thing miles noticed when he got into physics class.

headphone plugged in her ears, the sun from the window shining on the side of her face. her fingers twisting and turning, playing with the pen in her hand as she read a comic book.

baby deer is mesmerised.

miles was in complete awestruck

to the point their teacher told him to sit down because he's frozen in his spot, staring at her.

miles took a seat next to her.

he was awkwardly fidgeting, stealing glances at her every now and then.

he wants to talk but doesn't know how to start :(

at the cafeteria, miles is sitting down brainstorming how he will talk to her.

he didn't expect her to sit right in front of him.

she talked to his roommate in korean, though it was more like they're arguing over the food choice.

she left shortly to fetch something while ganke ate

"hey, ganke. you know the new girl?"

"[name]? yeah, she's my cousin."

"that's your cousin???"

[name] retreated back before he could ask anymore questions

the next day in physics, he sat in the same seat again.

he's writing a script about how he will talk to her and how the conversation would go if he said something like this and like that.

he heard her humming to his favourite song, sunflower; as she sat next to him.

he panicked for a second because [name] knew his favourite song was not on the script

"uh, hey. you like sunflower too?"

boy, he's sweating like crazy when he only received a side eye.

"y'know...the song? heh, i uh, like that song, too..." he's biting the inside of his cheek, wanting the floor to swallow him whole.

"i guess it's not so bad."

that simple comment made his day bright. he looked back, with a smiley smiley face, but wipe it off. like, it's cool. she's cool, he's cool, everything is cool.

"yeah, yeah uh.. it's sounds okay."

[name] hides a snort because she can clearly see how happy he is at something.

"hey, i didn't catch your —"

the teacher shushed him, and it got him embarrassed.

he was doing a good job talking with her, and now he looks like someone who doesn't listen to classes.

he's literally have a :( face.

"[name] [lastname]"

her voice echoed and he's awestruck again, and thinking; "she talks to me again! she likes me too!"

"oh uh, I'm miles. miles morales." he made sure he repeated his first name like those cool dude introduced themselves in action films.

and his uncle aaron used to do that too.

do not even get me to the shoulder touch.

she was by her locker and then closed the door and saw miles standing there, waiting for her.

the original plan in his head is he's gonna do the shoulder touch and then ask her if she wanna hang out after school.

and his prayers are not enough.

"hi?" she looked at him sceptical.

— it was so awkward, and miles made it even worse when he put a hand on her shoulder and made a ... some sort of face at her

"hey."

his one brow is rised, it's like he's smiling but also not?

[name] literally have "??????" flying over her head. and look at him weirdly.

"hey?" she repeated his word in a question matter.

miles felt sad after that because he thought she wouldn't talk to him anymore and that he look so weird in her perspective.

but [name] act like that awkward moment never happen to save miles' whole being.

and he's so grateful for her to do that.

she fell harder

how can she not fall for him? he's an absolute sweetheart!

miles invites her to all his hangouts with ganke

(ganke doesn't give a shit but it bothers him a bit that his roommate have heart eyes for his cousin)

sometimes, he brought to her different places in brooklyn. and even if there's a warning sign, it didn't stop her from going with him.

miles treated her so well it makes her heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM

he always has a hand out to help her up, like she wants to get up and his hand is out.

"let me help you up," was always his dialogue for her.

he also pays for her food.

(she and ganke fought about who's miles' favorite)

(in korean of course. no way they let miles heard it.)

he likes to leave little gifts for her.

mostly it was little notes and drawings.

sometimes it was a freshly picked sunflower, or sometimes he gave her a full-grown [fav.flower]

she doesn't know how he got it in a city but didn't question it.

the fact that miles is just expressing his feelings, [name] feel more and more appreciated.

no boy can ever top miles.

[name] is not used to his act of service.

she refuses, knowing she can handle it herself.

but only accept when he insisted or when he looks disappointed.

miles do it all the time, that it became a routine for him <33

to the point that [name] also got used to his sweet actions and unconsciously sought it T_T

(ganke was force to get use to it)

she noticed she feels more giddy with him

she knew she fell when miles stuttered a few words in her mother tongue.

in her head, she was screaming, "HE LEARN HER LANGUAGE SO SHE CAN TALK EASILY TO HIM"

while miles want to jump off the window by how stupid he thinks he sounds.

miles did so much for her. she always returned it back as well. <33

miles is too flustered to even keep his "cool" demeanour whenever she left little notes like he always do

little cousin is forced again to participate (she made ganke give miles her old art materials that still work)

of course, she finds out he's spiderman.

she wasn't allowed to go to the boy's dormitory and vice versa.

but she couldn't take it anymore when her cousin "borrowed" her comic book and hasn't given back for over 5 months and it's pissing her off because she knew ganke can be careless with her things.

she opened the door unannounced and saw something she shouldn't

miles was trying to take off his suit but is stuck, and ganke is helping by pulling it as well.

[name] awkwardly close the door.

with a flaming crimson face, before bolting to her dorm.

miles is slamming his head repeatedly on the wall.

ganke was a little worried that miles' secret is revealed to his cousin, and she might tell on them

that's not what miles is sulking for.

"she saw me without a shirt on... kill me."

he's so embarrassed, he want to stop existing.

to be honest, she doesn't give two fucks that he's spiderman, she's just angry they didn't tell her

especially miles.

they make up tho <33

their hangouts upgraded from abandoned train vandalism to watching the sunset from the top of a tower.

it was also where they had their first date.

[name] confessed. she did it first before miles for the last second.

he's a little pouty about it because it made him look like a chicken

earth-42 [miles morales]

he fell first

just because he fell first doesn't mean he notice her on her first day.

miles didn't officially meet her in school.

he met her at night. when he was prowler, patrolling.

he saw it with his night vision. a drunk guy was following a girl.

he already know it's not gonna end well.

miles was ready to tackle the guy from the top of the building, but what the girl did was unexpected.

she has a tazer in her hand, electrocute the drunk by his neck.

she watches its body tremble for a few seconds before she lets go.

the drunk's body just fell unconscious with a loud thud

the girl needs things to protect herself too, y'know, especially in a city full of crimes.

miles felt his heart do a small flip.

a smirk under his mask as she watch her walked away like nothing happened.

she's a tough one. feisty. and he's desperate for her number.

but he can't just randomly show up. he'll get knocked out as well, and he doesn't want that.

miles thought he'll never see that girl again, but to his general shock, they sat next to each other in one of his class.

he's pissed at himself for not noticing her much earlier.

miles is also pissed when he saw her and his roommate hanging out, inside and outside school.

he thought they were lovers 💀

he's pissed at himself when he finds out she's ganke's cousin.

"that's your cousin...?"

"yeah, she transferred here for over 7 months now."

"...fuck."

he get that they're not that close but still. he's still his roommate, and he could've told him about his cousin he didn't know about.

and didn't make him listen to broken-hearted songs on repeat.

he learned her name indirectly, which was [name] [lastname].

mister here finds himself searching for her whenever he's on patrol or when he's on a heist with his uncle.

his mask have a search thing where you type a person's name, and then he can detect if they're around the area. (inspired by his uncle's old mask)

it has a history bar, and aaron is shocked to see a girl's name over and over again.

one lucky morning is when they got partnered up, and they both started hanging out.

from strangers to best friend kind of one.

but one of them already have feelings for the other.

and he wishes to stay it that way unless she shows some signs she likes him too.

she fell harder.

every moment she feels herself falling, she's snapping herself out of it.

he's good-looking, of course he is.

he always thought he was scary, especially with the rumours of him being in a fight after his dad died.

he always has this frown in his face, too

her fear of miles made ganke take advantage of it by hiding in his dormitory knowing she will leave because miles will show up in any second

she's mad at him for it. (she didn't talk to him in 4 months)

but when they become friends, she feels a small, giddy feeling inside.

miles treated her differently.

but a good differently. anyone can tell he have a soft spot for her and no one knows why, even [name] herself.

yes, he still teased and was annoying as usual, but the way his eyes softened at the sight of her made her feel content with life itself.

she feels a bit special how miles treated her differently than the others.

let say she read a trope like theirs

she didn't look into it much. she hates that assuming something that will turn out to be wrong, she has false hope this entire time.

that's why she stopped herself whenever they're together.

she still acts like she did with everyone else, but she's a little more open to miles than the others.

she lost it when he suddenly grabbed hold of her shoulder, looking directly in her eyes with an unreadable expression.

"hey." was all he can say, and her face fires up like one of her cells commited arson

"oh, oh shit. uh, hi? what the fuck??" she suddenly blurbs out, jumbled on her own words. "miles, what??? what the hell??"

miles burst out laughing at her reaction, he haven't laughed like that in a long time.

[name] just stood there processing everything. she's flabbergasted.

was that a flirt?? or was she not paying attention for him to do crazy things like that???

after that, she didn't know what just happened or what he ate, but [name] feels like he's flirting.

and she's flirting back, with a little violent action as well.

she smacks him every time he smirks, that literally screams, "you want me so bad."

miles concluded her love language is physical. just physical. (she hits him too much that he feels numb but won't change a thing <3)

few weeks later, they're dating, miles did the shoulder touch, and he swear that will not work (it did) to see if she likes him too or not.

through out their relationship, [name] get easier to be flustered now than before since miles was born a flirt.

this is my first time doing headcanons, so idk if i do it right. snsbsksbei

but i hope you like it! comments and reblog are deeply appreciated. thank you for reading!

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[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 2

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Summary: You go to your first biker meet with Aly and Cregan. After witnessing a bit of that classic Targ family tension, an opportunity arises. One that may require you to spend more time with your least favorite Targaryen.

Fic Contains: swearing, family tension, Aemond being a prick (again), sexual tension if you squint

Word Count: 2034

The sun has just set over the gathering in the heart of King’s Landing’s steel district. The air is alive with the sound of purring engines, shouts, and rock music playing. You look around, trying to take everything in at once.

You and Ally likely would’ve been swallowed by the crowd had it not been for Cregan serving as your personal buffer. With his height, he easily cut a path through the crowd for the two of you. One of his hands reaches behind him to hold Aly’s. Her other arm is linked in yours.

“Isn’t this fun?” Aly shouts.

“Yeah, I wish I’d gone to one of these sooner,” you respond just as loud.

“Really? Even the countless times I asked you to come with me?” Aly shoots back playfully.

“I was busy!” you argue.

“Excuses, excuses,” Aly retorts. “You were scaared.” She drags the last word out mockingly.

You elbow her playfully. She laughs and elbows you back.

“Well, at least you’re here now. Right, babe?” She directs the question to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, sure!” Cregan shouts over his shoulder. You’re pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to your conversation at all.

Suddenly, Cregan raises his free hand and starts waving madly.

“Jace! Jace!” He shouts. He picks up his pace, dragging you and Aly with him.

You come to a less crowded area with picnic benches scattered about. Cregan makes a beeline towards one, letting go of Aly’s hand to engulf another guy in a bear hug. Cregan breaks the hug, ruffling his friend’s curly brown hair. You presume this is “Jace.”

“Aly! How’ve you been,” Jace asks, embracing her.

“I was doing great til I saw your ugly mug,” Aly teases, copying Cregan and ruffling his hair. Jace waves her off, laughing. Then he notices you.

“Hi! I’m Jace! Nice to meet you,” Jace says happily.

“My boyfriend’s boyfriend,” Aly explains over Jace’s shoulder. Jace turns to retort, but Aly takes refuge behind a laughing Cregan. Jace turns back to you, shaking his head.

“Come on. I saved us a table,” he said with a smile. He leads you all to a table where another boy—his brother Luke—sits. You all fall into easy conversation. You tell Jace and Luke about your new dragon, and they tell you about the new models they’re having a hand in developing.

“I thought only Targaryens were allowed to submit designs,” you say, confused.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? Our mom’s Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Luke explains. Your mouth falls open.

“We take after our dad. Our little brother Joffrey is the same,” Jace adds in. Looking at him, you could see the resemblance to his father, Harwin Strong.

“Oh, wow,” you stammer, unable to find a response. Luckily, you didn’t have to as something catches Luke’s eye.

“Oh no,” he says, shrinking in his seat. You turn to where he’s looking. Walking through the crowd are none other than Aegon and Aemond Targaryen. Both Targaryens have ditched the coveralls you initially met them in. Aegon opted for a navy sweatshirt and jeans, a gold chain hanging around his neck. Aemond was wearing all black, from his leather jacket to his combat boots. His hair was only half pulled up, leaving the rest to hang down his chest.

They were accompanied by two people you immediately recognized as their siblings Daeron and Helaena.

The four siblings spot your group and start to make their way over. Well, three of them do. Aemond immediately turns and stalks off in a different direction. Helaena looks like she’s going to stop him, but Daeron shakes his head at her. You watch as Aemond disappears down an alley. When you turn back, you immediately lock eyes with Aly, who raises a brow and smirks a bit.

You scowl back at her, thinking back to the conversation you two had after getting your bike back.

“You didn’t mention he was hot!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware the hotness of the mechanic was of any relevance!” Aly shot back sarcastically.

“You also didn’t mention he was…”

“Rude?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, Aemond’s always been more on the antisocial side. Apparently the rudeness came in after the accident,” she whispers that last part (even though they were the only two people in the room).

“Accident?”

“Yeah. Something to do with his nephew. Never got the full story. All I know is that it really divided the family and they haven’t been the same since.”

That tension is evident in the strained smiles the remaining Targaryen siblings give your group.

“Hello nephews,” Aegon greets Jace and Luke. “And friends,” he finishes, sending a wink your way.

“Mind if we join you?” Helaena asks softly.

“Of course,” Jace answers, noticeably less tense with his aunt. Aegon and Daeron squeeze in on either side of Jace and Luke while Helaena takes a place on the edge of the bench next to you. You notice she has brightly colored earplugs in.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Helaena,” she says softly. You tell her your name in response.

“The one who put Aemond in his place,” Aegon adds from his seat at the table.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him,” you say

“Don’t be. Aemond’s funny when he’s mad,” Daeron laughs. You furrow your brows.

“We didn’t even interact for that long. I didn’t think I would make much of an impression on him,” you ponder.

“Oh, Arm’s not used to people talking to him at all. People tend to give him a wide berth when they come to the garage,” Aegon explains. “And you not only tried to make conversation but called him out on his bullshit. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Helaena muses. “He’s really nice once you get to know him.

“Everyone is nice to you Hel,” Daeron drawls.

“Still,” Helaena huffs.

The topic is dropped as the table makes meaningless small talk with each other. You tuned most of the conversation out til Aegon clasped his hands together.

“Look, nephews,” Aegon starts, leaning in. “Word on the street is that you know the location of the next Dragon Rally.”

“How do you know we know?” Jace asks.

“Because you don’t shut up about it,” Aly responds, causing Cregan to snort. Jace frowns at her. “Didn’t Grandpa tell any of you about it?” He directs the question to his relatives.

“Of course not,” Daeron scoffs. An awkward silence falls over the table.

“Aaanyways,” Cregan drags out. “You gonna come with us?” He looks at you over his girlfriend’s head. Aly turns to look at you as well.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you reply. The Dragon Rally was a rather secretive event despite its popularity. All you knew was that it involved a grueling ride to whatever location was picked that year and that it was sponsored by the Targaryen family.

“I don’t think I’ll have quite gotten the hang of riding by the time it rolls around,” you continue.

“Oh, Aemond can teach you!” Helaena exclaims. Everyone at the table turns to look at her as if she’s grown a second head.

“What? Vaghar and Meraxes are similar enough models. Plus, it could help patch things up between them.”

“As much as I’d hate to throw you to the wolves, she has a point,” Aegon says. “If anyone’s got the stuff to whip you into shape in a short amount of time, it’s Aemond.”

You look down at the table, thinking on what they said. You’ve spent a long time on the outskirts of this community, wanting to join on the fun but never finding the opportunity—or the courage. You didn’t want to miss out on any more.

“Why doesn’t Aly do it? They’re friends after all,” Jace asks.

“Trust me, Aly couldn’t teach a fish how to swim,” Cregan laughs, earning an elbow in the side from his girlfriend.

“I’m a great teacher,” Aly snaps at Cregan, who laughs and kisses the top of her head.

“Of course you are, love,” he says softly. Daeron pretends to gag, causing Helaena to scold him.

“You know I’d help you,” she says to you. “But my nephew and his gremlin friends are coming into town.” You nod sympathetically. You’ve met Benji Blackwood before. He’s a nice kid, but if he and his friends are in town…Aly’s brother’s gonna need all the help he can get.

“And before you ask, I won’t have the time to lend my expertise. And neither will you,” Cregan explains to Jace.

“Come on, there’s no harm in at least asking,” Aegon teases. You look up at him.

“Alright,” you say simply, rising from the bench.

“Wait, I didn’t mean right now!” Aegon shouts as you walk off in the direction Aemond disappeared in earlier.

Aemond leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You know that’s bad for you, right?”

Aemond’s eye lands on you. He gives you a once over before removing the cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. You,” he said flatly.

“Yes. Me,” you parrot back, matching his flat delivery. You swear you see a slight twinkle in his eye.

“I didn’t think events like this were your thing,” you say, folding your arms across your chest.

“They’re not,” Aemond responds curtly. He takes another drag. “My siblings practically kidnapped me. They think I don’t get out enough,” He scoffs.

“Based on the mercifully brief interaction we had, I’d wager they’re right,” you quip.

“Did they send you to drag me out there,” he asks, taking another puff.

“No, actually. I wanted to ask you about something.”

He raises an eyebrow at this. “Did you fuck up your bike already?”

“No,” you huff. “Though if I had, I could probably fix it myself.”

He angles his body towards you, his shoulder braces against the wall. “Could you now?”

You thought he was mocking you, but the look in his eyes…he looks more curious than anything.

“I brought her to you ‘cause I hit a dead end. Thought it would be good to get a second pair of eyes to look her over. Oh!” You mentally kick yourself for your poor word choice. “I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine. Happens all the time,” Aemond interjects, though you see his jaw clench. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

You took a deep breath. “The Dragon Rally is coming up. I want to go with my friends,” you start.

“That ride is brutal,” he says, frowning. “You’d have to train hard to be ready by the time it rolls around.”

“I know. Which is why I want you to teach me,” you finish, bracing yourself for his response.

He doesn’t say anything, only gapes at you as if you’d spouted the most ludicrous idea in the world. “Why on earth would you want me to teach you?” He asks.

“Your sister suggested it,” you reply shyly. “And Aegon seconded the idea.”

He lowers his gaze with a hmm. You shift from foot to foot, waiting for his response.

“It’s going to be a lot of work. To start from absolutely nothing—“

“We wouldn’t be starting from nothing!” You interrupt.

“Wouldn’t we?” He quips back.

“I know the basics,” you explain.

“The basics,” he scoffed.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you ask incredulously. His lips curl into a smirk as he leans in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

“Riding a dragon,” he purrs, “is anything but basic.”

You weren’t sure if he meant for that to come off as seductive as it did.Gods, why does his voice have to be so sexy?

“So will you do it?” You ask tentatively.

“Hmmm. I’ll think about it,” he responds.

You nod your head. At least it wasn’t an outright no. Not wanting to push your luck, you turn to walk away.

“But if I do say yes, I’ll want something in return,” he calls after you.

You freeze, looking back at him over your shoulder. “And what exactly will that be?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.” You let out a small sigh of relief.

“But you’ll owe me,” he finishes. “And I never forget a debt.”

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[sathina]

Mornings like this

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - in early mornings when the sun has barely shown over the horizon, you catch yourself staring at Jack.

Warnings - oral sex (fem received), domination, swearing

Strands of sunlight broke through the thick curtains. Your skin feeling warm from the morning heat.

You were laying on your side, right beside Jack as you carefully played with his messy hair. His lips sat in a natural pout, slight freckles decorating his face and the toned body underneath your sheets. Golden light sparkled over his cheekbones, illuminating his sharp features.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn't even see him move. " It's not nice to stare."

" Sorry." Your gaze quickly turned back to him. Jack's eyelashes were fluttering open, his body trying to stretch as a yawn broke through. " I couldn't help myself."

" Yeah?" He asked with a smirk, you knew that the slight blush on your cheeks only boosted his ego. " You'll have the whole day to stare at me, darling. But now go to sleep, it's early."

" I can't."

" Why?"

" I'm starving."

He chuckled and rested his hand on the curve of your waist, pulling you closer and making you throw your leg over his hip.

" You know what I'm hungry for?" Jack smirked already having the general idea of what you meant.

When you saw that he caught on, you pushed yourself closer, the growing bulge sitting perfectly between your thighs. " You've just been taking such good care of me. I wanna do something in return."

" Oh, yeah? And what's that?"

" Just lay back and relax. Let me show you." You were fully sat now, hovering over his waist as you leaned down to kiss him. Placing small pecks around his lips, on them, and all over his jaw. Your hips started to slowly rock on top of his, pulling out quiet moans and groans from his lips.

As your mouth moved lower, you looked up to see the man underneath you. His head was thrown back, hands lightly grabbing onto the bed sheets, chest rising and falling.

You smirked at his shuddering breaths. " You're gonna be a good boy?" You asked in a mockery tone, and everything after that happened way too fast.

Jack pulled you up, you now sat by the headboard, his strong grip on your waist. " You think you're in charge, huh? You think you're this dominant little thing?" One of his hands moved to grab you by the back of your neck, quickly pulling you even closer to him. " I'll let you in on a little secret. You're not. You're still a little fucking slut who begs for my cock." You felt your skin set on fire, your whole body slightly shaking by the harshness in his voice. " But, if you want to act all tough, I'll let you. Come and use me for your own pleasure."

You swallowed the thick saliva in your throat, your hands moving to pull off your shirt, later on your panties. You slowly climbed onto the bed, a bit hesitant when seeing the growing smirk on his face. When you reached him, you were about to pull your leg over his body, but Jack was faster. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you over his face, you dripping pussy right in the line of his vision.

" Jack-"

" C'mon, I'm ready."

You slowly lowered yourself, your clit barely touching his lips when he latched on to it. Your grib around the headboard tightened, moans and whines spilling out of you almost instantly. You were still hesitant on putting too much weight on the man underneath you though. The thought of crushing his beautiful face not sounding so appealing at the moment.

" Baby, I know you can do better than this." And you did. You let go of the headboard, grabbing on to his hair instead. The added pressure of his nose brushing over your clit so perfectly made your mind hazy. Brain covered by thick mist that you didn't even think twice before grinding on his face.

Your hips worked in the perfect speed, hands tugging Jack's curly locks, making him groan sending vibrations through your body.

This was a completely new sensation you haven't felt before, the tiny bit of power making you even closer to your high.

You were so lost in the euphoric pleasure, tugging on your nipples, playing with his hair, suffocating him in-between your thighs. It didn't take long for your movements to get lazy. You came undone with butterflies bursting inside your stomach, your body completely halting as your legs shook.

You rolled off of him, Jack laying beside you, taking heavy breaths to catch up.

" Go back to sleep." He quietly whispered when he saw your dazed expression, eyes almost falling shut. " I'll get us something to eat."

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[ohthatstragic]

Bikini Top Malfunction - p.m

a/n: i loved this so much, i hope i did this right, anon. forgive me if not. also i'm sorry but this gif is so hot, it's actually distracting me lmfao. thank you forthe ask by the way, i was so excited when i saw it, it was my first one! i hope i did this justice so you don't hate me.. ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x you, platonic!rooster x you

warnings: none tbh i kept it sfw

wc: 2,530

the request: "Maverick have a crush on the reader but he is afraid to reach out to her because she is younger than him and when they are playing beach soccer her bikini untie and she asks him for help (and he is like omg)" i'm a tumblr virgin so i had no idea how to quote the ask like some other ppl too fml

y/c/s - your call sign, y/h/c - your hair colour, y/e/c - your eye colour

sex drugs etc. by beach weather - this was the song i listened to as i wrote this hehe

The mid-day sun burned down onto the beach you and the squad were currently playing soccer on; the hot rays beating off your sweaty and oily bodies. You, Hangman, Coyote and Maverick were on one team and Rooster, Phoenix, Fanboy and Bob were on the opposing team. The sound of the crashing waves travelled into your ears and it calmed your racing mind, almost sending you into a zen-like state. The whole group of you were playing football on the beach and in Maverick's words, it was a way to get you all to work as a team. You were wearing a leopard print bikini, with small, short frills extending from the rim of the cups, with a pair of loose shorts on your bottom. The boys were wearing their classic jean shorts, aka top tier modern fashion.

Sand sprayed from behind your feet as you sprinted across the beach with the football between your feet, your eyes firmly locked onto Bob who was unfortunately deemed goal keeper. He kept a straight face, his hands coming up to defend against your oncoming attack. Suddenly, you were tackled to the ground by a smirking Phoenix, your back thudding against the sand-ridden ground. "Shit," You groaned at the coarse grains scraping against your skin. Your eyes quickly darted across the make-shift pitch to find that Fanboy had stolen the ball and was now trying to make his way through Hangman on your half of the pitch.

"Sorry, Y/C/S." She mumbled, hardly trying to hide the comical smile picking at the corners of her lips. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling back, as you shuffled forwards to sit up. A helping hand suddenly appeared in your vision and you furrowed your brows at the sight. You quickly looked up to find Maverick, a smirk upon his lips. A blush quickly settled onto your cheeks as your eyes fell to his shirtless body, your gaze tumbling down his sweaty, chiselled torso. You silently thanked the heavens above that you were all wearing sunglasses.

Swallowing thickly, you inhaled a quick breath of air to compose yourself before you spoke, not exactly wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your captain and instructor. "Don't." You laughed as you took his hand, knowing the witty man definitely had a line he was waiting to say. The older pilot lifted you up with ease, and he let out a brief laugh, his pale blue eyes meeting yours. It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot through your body as the two of you held eye contact.

"My lips are sealed, Y/C/S." He chuckled as his hand slipped from yours once you were stood up, your smile falling a little at the loss of contact. "C'mon, I don't really wanna give Rooster bragging rights." Maverick jogged off with a smirk to defend against Fanboy who was heading towards your team's goalkeeper, Coyote. 

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed again. Before you turned around to cover Rooster as Coyote had saved the goal, Maverick sent you a quick smile again and you felt your cheeks burn. Turning around, you rolled your eyes and stood beside Rooster, attempting to block any passes his way.

"I'm open!" Rooster called to Phoenix from beside you, his six foot tall body shouldering into you. You grew a little tired of his body shoving against you, so you elbowed his side, making the moustached pilot grunt in return. Rooster looked down at you with a frown, his black and gold aviators hanging off the end of his nose. "Y/C/S!" He dramatically gasped, an amused grin reaching his moustached lips. You looked at him innocently, raising your brows.

"What?!" You asked, feigning confusion, attempting to hide the laugh that threatened to escape you. Maverick's eyes instantly found your figure as the commotion reached his ears. He kept playing, although he made sure to keep an eye on you just in case. The captain knew he shouldn't feel something towards you, he should know better than to crush on one of his students. You were different though. He didn't know what it was, but something was there. Looking back to you and Rooster, Maverick's eyes watched Rooster with you, a knot forming in his chest. He wished it was him that you were messing around with.

"You really wanna play dirty? Alright, let's go!" Rooster laughed out loud, large hands coming to push against your bare back. You gasped at him, throwing your hands back against his toned stomach in an attempt to keep him back. "C'mon, Y/C/S, give it up already." Rooster chuckled again, putting all of his weight onto you. A brief groan left your lips as you struggled to hold the taller man back. All of a sudden, a lightbulb lit up over your head. Rooster's gonna hate you for this, but my gosh will it be hilarious. Should teach him a lesson too.

You looked up at him, throwing a smirk his way. His brows quickly furrowed together in short-lived confusion. "Alright, I give up." A dramatic sigh fell from your lips as you quickly shuffled to the left, and held your leg out to trip Rooster up. You couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter as the aforementioned pilot fell as you moved out of his way, his legs shooting forwards to try and steady himself. Rooster's foot tripped on your leg and he faceplanted into the sand, his hands rushing forwards to catch himself. 

The loud thud caught the attention of the squad and they all quickly erupted into fits of laughter, watching Rooster turn onto his back to sit up. He glared up at you and you only smiled at him, shrugging. "What? You told me to give up, so I did!" You simply said, watching him stand up. Rooster brushed the sand off of his jean shorts as best as he could, the grains falling into the wind. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile, and you returned it, placing your hands upon your hips as you stared at the half-dressed pilot.

"Same old Rooster!" Hangman laughed, slapping a hand on the aforementioned pilot's back, walking past him with an amused sigh.

"You son of a bitch," He grinned, walking up to you. "You're gonna pay for that." Rooster narrowed his eyes at you and pointed at you, his other finger coming up to pull down his aviators so you could see his squinting brown eyes.

"Oh really?" You cocked a brow, almost challenging the younger Bradshaw. Rooster moved closer to you with a smirk, pushing his chest against you, your chin coming up to reach the middle of it. You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated by some big-headed chump. The sound of the game taking place around you became muffled as the two of you stared at each other, eyes refusing to blink or even break contact.

"Hey!" Phoenix yelled. The two of you instantly looked to her, backing off from each other. "Knock it off, kids!" She yelled again and you laughed at her words, holding your hands up in defence. You threw a taunting look to Rooster as he walked away, sticking out your tongue for a quick second and he stuck his middle finger up at you, in which you dramatically opened your mouth, as if in shock.

"I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that!" He shouted over at you, throwing a sarcastic apologetic look your way. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, heading towards the group.

****

The game was coming to an end as you had the ball between your feet again, this time keeping an eye out for Phoenix. She was fast - almost invisible at times. As you were running, you felt the strings of your bikini begin to loosen. "Shit," You mumbled, throwing a hand behind you to hold the quickly-loosening strings together, earning a few confused looks from the squad. As you were nearing Bob, your eyes spotted Coyote to the right.

"Open!" He yelled, waving his arm to you. Somehow, miraculously, no one was covering the most obvious danger to their goal. You booted the ball to him and Coyote caught it, his feet kicking the ball between his feet as he moved towards Bob, Phoenix hot on his tail. Rooster had slipped over in an attempt to tackle Coyote.

You laughed to yourself as you turned around, your hand still holding your bikini top together. Fumbling, you tried to tie it back together, but in all honesty, you couldn't tie a bow behind you, it was one of your flaws. It was just something you could never master. Groaning in frustration, your eyes found Maverick who was a couple feet in front of you, watching Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote and Bob fight for the ball. "Hey, Mav," You said quietly, making him turn around to face you. A smile quickly reached his lips as he looked at you, and you cheeks burned under his gaze, his eyes looking to where your arm was currently bent behind your back.

"You okay, Y/C/S?" He frowned, a laugh soon escaping his lips as he looked back up at you. Maverick was a little confused as to why you had your arm behind your back like you were about to pull something out from behind it. His eyes searched yours for any sign of a clue, but he didn't find much as you stared at him, your doe-like eyes making his heart race. Internally, he cursed himself for letting himself feel something towards you. He felt awful, to be honest. You were twenty eight, and he was fifty one - it was written in the stars that you weren't meant to be. Laying awake at night he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the fact.

"Yeah, I just, err," You stumbled over your words, not really having a clue at how to ask him to help you tie your bikini top back up. "My top.." You bit your lip, avoiding Maverick's curious, prying eyes.

"Your.. top?" His thick, brown brows knitted together in confusion at your words.

You sighed deeply, glancing between the golden sand and his baby blue eyes. "Can you help me tie it back up? It came undone when I was running across the beach." You quickly said with a laugh and Maverick's eyes shot open as you finished your question, a little surprised that you came to him to ask such a question. He was in shock, in all honesty.

"Y-yeah, of course," He smiled, his voice quiet. "Turn around." He said with a lowered voice. You let go of the strings, your hands quickly rushing to hold your top on your front - you didn't really want to flash anyone today. Especially the squad. Your heart fluttered as his fingers grazed against your bare back, goose bumps erupting on your skin. His rough fingers brushed your hair out of the way and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, making your toes curl into the sand beneath your feet. Biting down on your bottom lip, Maverick tightened the top, and you adjusted the front of it, your fingers pulling it down a little. "How tight do you want it?" He asked from behind you, a small smile on his face.

"As tight as possible, please, I don't really want to flash anyone today." You joked, trying to swallow down the anxiety that had suddenly overtaken your body. An amused rumble came from Maverick behind you as he chuckled, pulling the strings of your bikini top as tight as he possibly could.

"Alright, I'm sorry if I hurt you." He replied as his skilful fingers tied the two strings into a tight bow. You shook your head gently at his words, in disbelief that Maverick would ever hurt you. In all honesty, he is too sweet for this world. His smooth voice fished you out of your thoughts. "Double knot?" He asked, waiting for your reply. You nodded, not having the confidence to say yes in fear of choking on your words. You felt Maverick tie the bow once more into a knot and his fingers grasped your hair gently and pulled it from your neck, letting it fall back into it's previous place.

"Thank you, Mav, you saved me a lot of trouble there." You smiled sheepishly, allowing a breathy laugh to slide out. Maverick smiled back at you, his eyes falling to the ground for a quick moment before he spoke again. In truth, the man was trying to compose himself as he stared at you. You really did make him nervous. He tried not to focus on the loose strands of your Y/H/C hair flying about in the gentle wind, the way your Y/E/C eyes sparkles in the bright sun, the way your gleaming grin made his heart skip a beat. He hated how he loved it when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at something, or when your nose crinkled up when you tasted or smelled something you didn't like - or when you closed your eyes with a happy smile when you tasted or smelled something you did like. Over the time he's known you, Maverick has only grown to admire and adore you that much more. He wasn't going to forget this moment for a while, it was burned into his brain now.

Maverick felt a ball of warmth envelope his chest as your laugh rang through his ears, a feeling of contentment spreading through him. He shook his head. "Don't mention it, I think I'm just glad I don't need to worry about that sorta' thing." He laughed, his lips curling up into a grin, flashing his straight, white teeth at you. His smile and laugh was contagious to you.

"Tell me about it." You chuckled quietly, glancing at the yellow sand that lay still upon the ground. Maverick opened his mouth to say something else, but Rooster's booming voice interrupted the sweet moment between two of you.

"C'mon, old man!" Rooster shouted as he, Hangman and Coyote rushed to him, their hands slipping underneath his arms and legs. You let out a roar of laughter at the three of them, watching the trio pick up Maverick.

"Can't let grandpa get too hot!" Hangman sighed with a grin. He looked at you and sent a wink, his signature smart-ass grin falling onto his lips. You rolled your eyes at the aviator and looked to Maverick who was already looking at you. They all laughed as Maverick groaned, shutting his eyes in defeat. He gave in and just let them do what they were going to do - he knew there was no point struggling against three, young and strong Naval aviators.

"See you later, Mav." You giggled, waving at him as they all jumped into the sea together, a loud and chaotic splash engulfing the four of them. You thought back to the moment before Rooster, Hangman and Coyote stole Maverick from you. Staring at the man in question with a smile, you wondered what he had to say - or ask. He threw a hand up to wave at you with what seemed like a smile from the ocean, with the other three pilots beside him. You giggled and waved back at him, a warmth engulfing your body. 

It seemed like the man had - in the words of Mr. Darcy - bewitched you, body and soul.

part two

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[zackcollins]

take my name || adley rutschman

Author’s Note: Hi, hi! I’m back with another fic! It’s been a minute since I’ve written one. I haven’t had much inspiration for fics but I finally got some today!! This is also my first fic for Dadley Adley so please be kind. Anyways. GIF credit to me, myself, and I!

Warnings: There is a brief mention of pregnancy but other than that, I think it’s alright. Let me know if I missed something though. I’ll happily add it for you!

Word Count: 832 (short boi)

Title: Take My Name by Parmalee

Additional: The reader can be read as gender-neutral! I know I said there was a brief mention of pregnancy, but the language is really, really vague so anyone that can and wants to be pregnant (whether they’re feminine or not) can envision themselves in this fic! Hope that’s okay and I hope everyone enjoys this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was your birthday and you and Adley were celebrating by spending the day at the beach. You had spent all morning fooling around in the waves, splashing the water back and forth at each other as you both laughed your heads off. Then, you had spent all afternoon playing with the sand to see who could make the best sandcastle. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Adley had bested you tenfold with his gorgeous sandcastle that looked like something straight out of a sandcastle competition. Now that the sun was starting to set, the two of you were walking along the shoreline hand in hand as a cool breeze swirled around you.

Just as the sun got to the horizon and made the sky light up like it was on fire, Adley stopped walking. You turned to look at him, a look of confusion on your face.

“Is something wrong? Did you step on some glass or a stick?” You asked, using your free hand to motion down to Adley’s barefeet.

Adley smiled softly and chuckled as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

Before you could say anything in response, Adley let go of your hand and dropped to one knee. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a black ring box. When he popped it open, there was a black and orange engagement ring glistening in what little sunlight remained.

“Adley, I—”

“Don’t say anything yet,” Adley said, his voice sounding a little nervous. “I wanna say my bit first. If that’s alright with you?”

Nodding, you put one of your hands on Adley’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. Adley looked over at your hand before he looked up at you and mouthed ‘thank you’. Nodding again, you motioned your hand encouragingly to let your boyfriend know that you were ready for him to say whatever it was that he had planned out.

“Okay, so...” Adley paused to run a hand along the back of his neck. You squeezed his shoulder again to reassure him that everything was alright. He seemed to appreciate that because he smiled softly at you and patted your wrist before he continued to speak. “I was wondering if you’d, um, take my hand in marriage and become my spouse? I have enough of this waiting bullshit and taking my time because how I feel with you... It’s the best I’ve ever felt.”

You felt your stomach twist in knots and your heart rate increase significantly at what Adley had just said. Your legs also felt they were suddenly made of gelatin. So, you did the only thing you could think to do: you sat down in the sand so you didn’t fall over later.

Adley chuckled as he brought one of his hands over and began running it soothingly along your kneecap. “I know this might be a little crazy for you because it might seem kinda soon. But I have more to say if you want me to say it.”

Swallowing thickly around a knot in your throat, you nodded. “Keep going. I wanna hear everything.”

Smiling softly, Adley squeezed your knee. “I’ve known from the first time I saw you that we were gonna get married one day.” Adley placed the ring box on the sand in between the two of you so he could grab each side of your face. He ran his thumbs along your cheeks before he leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead.

When Adley leaned back, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies when you saw the look of utter fondness and love on his face.

“Aren’t you worried that everyone else will think it’s too early?” You were a little hesitant as you asked because, deep down, you knew it was also the right time.

Adley chuckled, a small smirk washing across his lips. “Let them think what the damn well want.” He took one of his fingers and tapped your nose, his smirk turning to a fond smile. “I’m ready. I don’t wanna waste any time because I want you in every single part of my life.”

You picked up the ring box and looked at Adley with a bemused look. “You know? If anybody asked me, I’d say you probably would’ve been the last guy on your team to get married.”

Smiling, Adley held his hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. But every time I looked at you, my brain kept imagining that whole ‘white picket fence, two kids, and a dog’ thing.”

Smirking, you grabbed the ring and slid it onto your finger before you handed Adley back the ring box. “Well, it’s your lucky day then.”

“How do you mean?”

You grabbed Adley’s hand that didn’t have the ring box and placed it on your lower abdomen. He looked at you with confusion and you chuckled.

“We’re getting one of those two kids that you want.”

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[paintbrushyy]

Kissing

Rating: G

Ship: Bokuaka

Bokuto isn't sure what possessed him to ask to go to the park, it was just on instinct. They were passing it, like they always do, and it's spring and the cherry blossoms seemed to look pinker than all the other days.

"Kashi, do you wanna walk through the park?" He peers back at Akaashi, walking quietly behind him. The younger boy smiles and gives a nod. They veer into the pathway just as they approach the entrance, and move to follow it through the trees. it's warm out for spring.

"It's pretty this time of year," Akaashi says, and Bokuto hums several time. They have the same favorite season.

"Lets stop for a bit," he says and takes a turn, walking into the grass and leaving Akaashi to scramble ever slightly to follow him.

"Bokuto-san, you shouldn't just walk off," he scolds, but Bokuto just giggles, smiling at him again. He shoves his hands into his pockets and continues climbing up the hill. Akaashi follows, hand holding tight to his bag strap.

"Gahhhh," Bokuto sighs, tossing his bag down, and it thumps at the base of the tree.

"It's so nice out, I just wanna lay in the sun!" Bokuto sits down in the grass, and Akaashi finishes the curve of the hill, stopping now in front of him.

"You say that every time the day is nice, Bokuto-san." And Bokuto laughs, head tossing back. He wraps his arms around his knees and watches Akaashi as he moves.

Akaashi is gentler with his things, slowly dislodging his bag from his shoulder, and placing it next to Bokuto's. Lowering himself with a whispered sigh onto the grass at Bokuto's side. Bokuto leans in, brushing their shoulders together.

He wants to be closer. He always does.

"Akaashi why'd you joined the volleyball club?" he asks and Akaashi looks at him, eyes calm but still showing a hint of surprise. Bokuto lies back as he answers.

"Because it looked fun." Bokuto folds his arms behind his head. Akaashi glances at him and offers a small smile. "Because I saw someone once that inspired me to play." Bokuto's heart jumps at the smile, the soft warmth spreading through him. He really wants to be closer, as close as possible.

"Who was that?" He asks, Akaashi looks away, but Bokuto catches the hint of pink on his cheeks, the sight of it heating his own. Akaashi lies back in the grass and sighs. They both stare up at the leaves, swaying in the wind. Midterms are almost finished, they're both tired, Bokuto knows it. Yet Bokuto is restless, his body feels urgent with the desire to pour himself into something. He wants that something to be Akaashi, to give him every ounce of himself. Akaashi doesn't answer his question, but Bokuto doesn't realize. Instead he moves, suddenly focused on the only thing he's truly wanted all day.

Bokuto shifts up and with Akaashi's eyes on him, moves on to both hands and knees, over Akaashi. Their faces aren't close, but Akaashi is swallowed up by Bokuto's shadow. Bokuto can see him holding his breath, just as he holds his own. He gulps down his fear. He hovers there and Akaashi's eyes grow wider.

"Bokuto-san..." But his voice dies into a whisper.

"Akaashi, I really want to kiss you right now." He lets his words drop down on him, a whisper only the two of them can hear.

"Why would you want to do that?" Akaashi asks and it hurts Bokuto to hear him ask. It's not like the movies, falling in love like this. It's not easy. It's scary.

"Because... I want to be close to you." Akaashi seems to take a deep, silent, breath. He blinks and Bokuto waits, fingers curling into the grass at the side of Akaashi's head.

"If you want to... you can," Akaashi whispers.

For a moment Bokuto feels his head stop working, soaking in Akaashi's words, caught between surging forward and slowly backing away. He licks his lips, and feels Akaashi's eyes watch him as he lowers to be closer. Slowly, he tilts his head, and when he feels the brush of Akaashi's lips slot against his own, he lets his eyes fall close.

They both suck in hushed breaths, and hold them as they hold the kiss. It only lasts a moment, before Bokuto leans away again, and Akaashi's eyes flutter open.

They both stay quiet, staring into each other. Then Akaashi does what Bokuto least expects, but hoped for the most. He reaches a hand up between them, and slowly slides his long fingers to the nape of Bokuto's neck. Bokuto lets himself be pulled back, breathless in a second as Akaashi suddenly lowers him into another kiss. This one, like a small flame, burns. He feels the warmth first on his lips, then deep in his chest, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. Bokuto presses their foreheads together when he breaks the kiss again.

"I was scared you were going to say no," Bokuto says and Akaashi smiles.

"I'm very happy you asked despite that." And Bokuto's smile widens, splitting, and aching in his cheeks.

// END

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[autisticempathydaemon]

WIP Title Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by the lovely @cashandprizes and @calicostorms 💌

god let’s see how many there’ll be

falling for the boy (who swallowed the sun)

they say just grow up (but they don’t know us)

these things eat at your bones (and drive your young mind crazy)

into darkness (your mercy came)

can you teach me (how to feel real)

most of you (some and now none of you)

don’t wanna sit still (look pretty)

could nourish you (could sustain you)

why don't we meet for a chat (the three of us)

I'll teach you (everything I know)

I cannot explain to you in anything I say (or do or plan)

mister sandman (bring me a dream)

I could never rescue you (no matter how I tried)

all that we intend (is scrawled in sand)

give me a chance (believe that I can change)

in this kitchen, baking (what a mess I'm making)

me and you (if I get you in a soundproof room)

I know some people (they would die for me)

all on my own (I know that I'm no superman)

in a sky full of stars (I think I see you)

close your eyes (I’ll keep you safe inside)

I’ll be the teacher (you could be the lesson)

got our dead-end jobs (and got bills to pay)

there’s two less than there were before I think but I can’t tell if that’s because I’ve finished some or I’ve missed something

Tagging whoever would like to play and hasn’t done so yet! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee writes #redacted fanfiction

[markofcastiel]

His Majesty, Dean Winchester

~~Jensen as King Bacchus inspired this~~

"May I enquire: what are you doing?"

Dean almost startles at the deep voice that suddenly comes from behind him. He turns around to face steely blue eyes, and ends up with his mouth slightly parted despite no excuse slipping out. Impala just neighs fondly at the familiar face and scratches her hoof on the soft earth, clearly not catching on to her owner's worry. Dean, on the other hand, looks like a servant boy who was caught stealing fruitcake from the royal kitchens:

"Huh... 's not what you think, Cas."

Castiel, as mysteriously foreign as always, just tilts his head with a deep frown. His silver armor clinks with the movement and gleams bright under the dawning sun, as strong and imposing as the Knight wearing it. Dean catches himself swallowing dryly and staring at the symbol which is so boldly embrazoned on the chest - a large winged lion, the Winchester's family crest. Castiel always wears it so proudly, so decisively, even though he had been born in an enemy nation. Dean never had to ask to know that Castiel never wore Queen Naomi's crest so proudly.

"Is that so?" Castiel's voice thunders once again, deep and guttural like a sea storm. The First Knight of the King's Guard always takes his duty too seriously, and he is clearly not letting Dean get away with his folly.

"Because it would seem Your Majesty is packing his horse and preparing to embark on a journey alone, while disguised as a poor man. Alas, the only thing poor about your attire is its ability to fool anyone."

Dean is a little offended at the jab on his disguise skills but quickly relents, "ok, so... maybe it's exactly what you think."

"My Lord," Castiel begins as he comes closer and Dean is already sighing, "if you want to partake in a small journey, I would gladly consent."

A little voice inside Dean's head that sounds far too much like John Winchester points out that no knight should ever dare imply the King needs consent for anything. But that's what he had always liked about Cas, how sometimes he's like an unstoppable force that cares for no rank, for no rule, and simply does what he deems is right and fair. So Dean shuts the voice down, and settles for looking at Castiel with suspicion.

"But...?"

"But you must take the King's Guard with you."

Dean groans in frustration, finally pulling down the tattered hood he had put on in an attempt to remain unrecognizable. "That's not the point of all this, Cas."

Castiel's frown hardens, but he listens attentively regardless as Dean presses on:

"The point of this entire thing is... I dunno. I wanna- I wanna see how my people are living, if they are happy and well fed, iff they truly bless me as their ruler... and I sure as hell can't do that with a whole parade with me."

Impala starts to get slightly antsy and nervous at the commotion, so Dean huffs to himself and tries to calm down. For the first time, his eyes look away from Castiel's and he focuses on Impala, gently patting her long, soft snout and whispering reassurances before he turns back towards his Knight.

"I just... need to know, Cas. And I'll never know for sure if I go as their King..."

Dean can't help the moisture starting to gather in his eyes, but he manages to keep it from falling down his cheeks.

"Even you are treating me differently since the coronation." Dean knew those were the rules. A Knight can't address the King by name, can't reach out to touch a King's shoulder, can't tell a King what an idiot he's being. It still hurt beyond what Dean could describe. "So how can I expect the people to be honest if they recognize me as their King? They know my father would have taken their heads off for even daring to breathe in his direction."

"Dean..." Castiel's voice is suddenly soft, all too kind and loving, and Dean hates it desperately because it exposes all his weaknesses. It has been so long since Cas had spoken his name that his heart starts beating as wildly and he's weak to his knees.

He's not going to lie - it had been fun at first, seeing Cas suddenly calling him Majesty and Lord with that proud smirk. But once the novelty wore off, Dean craved for a moment like this, of blue eyes dawning on him as the sun breaches the horizon, his name dripping from Castiel's lips like was a treasure, a prayer, a hush of something profound and secret and deeply forbidden... like Dean was important just because he was Dean, Castiel's best friend. Not because he was King Dean Winchester of Lawrence.

Dean wants to reach out, to apologize, but every single lesson that had been ground into him traps his throat shut - a king doesn't ask for permission, a king doesn't apologize, a king is a mountain that no mortal can reach. As always, there is an abyss of distance between them. So Dean simply shrugs, something endlessly sad and lonely in the motion.

"I understand your reasons, my Lord. I just can't let you risk your life. You mean so much to so many people." Castiel comes closer still, and his hand hesitates but then gains a brazen courage, daring to touch the King's shoulder without a care if it's proper. "You mean so much to me. It's only because of your kindness that I have learned to be kind. It's because I have seen you caring so much for this realm, that I cared. Dean, I-"

They are interrupted by the sound of the stable door opening wide and the sight of Jack, the stable boy, running out, harrumphed and panicked. He looks exactly like someone who just woke up, found his Majesty's favored mount gone, and thought he'd have his head decapitated if he didn't find the horse soon. It comes as no surprise that, as soon as he sees the Impala standing peacefully next to the King, the boy heaves a giant sigh of relief before realizing he had interrupted something. He excuses himself awkwardly and retreats back into the stables but the moment is already gone.

With the adrenaline lost, Dean finally starts to feel the crispness of the morning air. He shivers in his too thin clothes, the cold seeping into his bones. He feels stupid, almost ridiculous. Even though Winter was creeping in he was wearing sparse clothing - nothing much aside from trousers, a hemp shirt and the thin hooded robe that, despite old and tattered, was clearly made out of expensive material. In his haste, he had prepared no rations, nor water.

Castiel was right. He was fooling no one.

Dean knew how to fling a sword like a second limb, how to kill without mercy, how to lay a death sentence as easily as a mug of ale, how to reign supreme and unwavering - all the things father had taught him, drilled and beaten into him until they were unquestionable truths. But now John Winchester was gone. And Dean didn't know anything about the world, or of the people. He couldn't dress properly by himself, much less pass off as a peasant. If he didn't die of the cold or the sickness than he'd certainly end up being discovered.

Yet he's somehow supposed to believe he can properly take care of the whole kingdom?

His mind grinds to an halt when he feels a warm cape wrap around him, followed by a pair of arms pulling him in. The hug isn't exactly comfortable against all the metal plating but Dean still melts into it, into the safety of Castiel's arms. A rough, calloused hand caresses the nape of his neck and Dean leans into it, letting himself savour that endless pool of loyalty and devotion.

"You're freezing," Castiel whispers and though Dean can tell it's not chiding, he still feels like a child who doesn't know better.

"I'm a fool..." Dean mutters and Castiel chuckles at first but then Dean is burying his head on his shoulder and his voice sounds so faraway and vulnerable that Cas stops smiling. "I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. I'm not strong enough. Father knew it too. I just followed his orders... I just did what he told me. How 'm I supposed to look after them all?"

That is when Castiel sharply pulls away, looking surprisingly angry.

"Dean Winchester of Lawrence, do not dare compare yourself to your father."

His fingers grip Dean's shoulders almost too hard but Dean doesn't fight it, and just stares at his Knight with eyes wide.

"While he waged war, you made peace. While his people starved to make weapons of death and lay waste to the land, your people have bountiful harvests with the new irrigation systems you designed, and they will trade with the roads you commissioned and learn arts and music with the schools you are building. Even your orphans and your poor have homes. You are above your father in any manner, shape or form. You love with all your being. Trust that your people know, just as I do, what a truly benevolent and kind ruler you are. Trust that they know you are the best King that anyone could hope for."

Dean's eyes are shiny with unshed tears, yet he simply turns his face away. "Yeah, right."

That makes Castiel grow all the angrier and resolute. "So be it. If you don't believe my words, I will make you see it for yourself."

They'll do this, but they'll do it Castiel's way.

"Come with me, My King."

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#should i write more of this? #king!dean #knight!cas #destiel #destiel fanfic #photo belongs to victor photography #mine

[eisiramdeus]

CLLSGNSLIDER, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAP’N    ❛   you’re  wonderful   ,   let  me  fuck  you  in  front  of  a  mirror.   ❜

✯ YOU KNOW YOU CAN GET HURT THAT WAY,     RONALD? EPITOME OF A TEENAGE DIRTBAG.     DOES YOUR WIFE KNOW YOU’RE PICKING     PRETTY BLOND BOYS AT THE POOL, NOW?     ... yeah, THAT’S RIGHT; WHAT WIFE, you whore.     GET THEE TO A NUNNERY, RIGHT QUICK.

CALIFORNIA GOLD SCALDING SUN, feet stings on white concrete and stone slabs around the large pool. PARTY’S GOOD, PARTY’S LIVELY, beer cans overflowing in the green trash bins around the property, the poolside snacks are good, the bitches are hot, the men fall under the same category of the bitches too (bisexuality is a skillset, and a threat), and there’s some vaguely obnoxious latest-hit-of-the-summer by Calvin Harris or whatever booming from the far end of the club. CARAMEL CURLS GLEAM AGAINST THE SUNLIGHT WITH DEW DROPS of Heaven (it’s pool water) upon his chest, arms, and bare thighs. Speedo’s heavy and form fitting, Navy blue fabric darkened by water drenching it. He’s making way through the just-right sized crowd with ease back to his ‘older friend’ and professional bachelor, of arts. The art of being a total tool, but hey, it’s so wrong yet it works so right. He approaches their high bar table, perpendicular/adjacent to where Ron was standing at finishing a beer. Head cracking side to side to shake off the old age after an invigorating swim, soaked elbows rest on the table, torso leans in, and invariably, his ass sticks out. Blame the height of the table, of course: he needs to lower & bend into it to be able to rest his arms. If you’re looking, that’s a lack of moral character on your part.

... are you looking? Yeah? Good. Just in case you thought you had any game, old bird. No, he chose you first. Setting the record straight. It’s a big social event, thankfully not military in nature, but by nature of who-knows-who, there’s plenty of servicemen type and their proud San Diego supporters. He’s gesturing to one of the servers nearby who takes a detour to their table, he asks for a basil mint lemonade in vodka. It’s not actually on the menu, it’s just his Greek tastes, and he’s a shameless fuck who will ask for it anyway. He is granted his request not long after, immediately sipping through a straw to occupy his mouth & thirst, thumb points at Slider and he nods confidently at the server, who’ll put it on Ron’s tab—they’re together on same table, after all, it’s practical and believable. The server walks away before anyone has the chance to defend themselves here against the many crimes and financial sabotages of Spymaster El Sid. Head turns, resting on the knuckles of his right hand, palest blue eyes smugly facing Slider but from well below his companion’s eye level. ❝I think the mojito’s seventeen dollars here. Fuckin’ crazy, ah?❞ A mocking complaint of the price he won’t pay. Not in money, at least. Oh, but he’s paying stingingly dearly for this. Gambles that fall through. Or that’s just what he wants you to think. Can never know with these intelligence types. Laughter, alcohol, body language, and hard bodies in the sun. The topic of work doesn’t come up once, make love this, make war that; fuck love and fuck war, I just wanna get laid.

BOLD, BRAZEN SPANISH BULL:             ❛   you’re  wonderful   ,   let  me  fuck  you  in  front  of  a  mirror.   ❜ 

FEARLESS, SAINT MERCURIUS:             ❝...❞ he slowly uprights, becoming less exposed. Eyebrows raise in unison, arms cross just under his the height of his chest, puffing them up, valiant pectorals to stand his ground. There’s a hard fucking swallow that you can see in the apple of his throat, lips twitch almost imperceptibly trying to stifle a grin. No, don’t go asking what did you say, now, you heard him right. ❝Ah.❞ Eyes are darting left to right without decentralizing his head from facing Slider, looking around to see if anyone heard, if anyone cared. If anyone would remembering him this way, a little lacking, perhaps. SPYMASTER, YOU ARE CLEAR TO ENGAGE. HOOK ON TARGET SUCCESSFUL. Well, he’s afraid, someone come pick him up, but, it’s not that simple, and that $17 vodka-exception-made drink is telling him them are fightin’ words. ❝I am right down wonderful, yes, thank ya.❞ Recouping stance, charming fluidity returns to his body language where he’d been a little petrified, it wasn’t the right look for him. Head tilts, arms uncross, hands are resting at his hips, themselves pushing forward, accentuating his Imperial title claims to manhood. ❝Maybe; maybe, yeah, Slidey.❞ Damnit, how the fuck did he know about the fucking mirror thing... ❝You got a mirror in mind?❞ He’s not settling for a bathroom vanity one, by the way. Strictly a bedroom mirror, for the sake of his comfort. You figure out how.

@cllsgnslider​​

#𝐈. IN CHARACTER. #𝐗𝐈. VERSE. TOP GUN. #cllsgnslider #suggestive /

[witchembrace]

because i love you . — from Kairi to Sora ♡

the island is alit with sunlight ,  the heat radiating with a passion that cannot be explained .  a light breeze jostles the palm trees ,  creating a melody of its own that reaches the ears as a pleasant hum .  destiny island is beautiful today ,  and sora is relieved that for once ,  he has alone time with his close friend .  don't get him wrong ,  he enjoys riku's company all the same ,  but something about kairi sets her apart ,  and he hasn't quite figured it out just yet .  the boy watches as she approaches on a boat ,  the cerulean waves lapping at the bottom and creating pleasant ripples upon the ocean's surface .  he returns the greeting wave he receives with a wide ,  ecstatic grin ,  practically bouncing on his toes in excitement .  keeping a close eye as the girl approaches him ,  he feels something funny in his chest  — did he accidentally skip breakfast or something ?  he doesn't quite know ,  yet he has no time to figure it out right now .  kairi is here ,  and he can't keep her waiting for long.

brunet takes princess by the hand ,  palms colliding into one another as if they're meant to be there ;  a completed puzzle that no one knew needed solving until now .  sora feels that funny feeling again ,  but tries to brush it off as to not worry his companion .  as they walk along the shore ,  collecting pieces of seaglass and storing it in pouches ,  he wonders . . .  wonders why kairi agreed to spend time with him alone today ,  wonders why she's choosing him over hanging out with riku .  wonders why she still cares about him even after everything they've been through .  shaking his head ,  the thoughts scatter like storm clouds before they can fester in his mind for long .  he needs to stay focused .  he shouldn't be worrying over the little things right now .

it's when they've stopped collecting trinkets and begin sitting together on a rock that sora pops the question .  ' hey ,  kairi . . .  why did you decide to come with me today ?  usually ,  you spend more time with riku .  i'm just wonderin' ,  you don't gotta answer if you don't wanna . '

it's kairi's response that makes it all click in the boy's head ;  the softened tones that slip past her lips ,  the genuine smile that graces her face . . .  he realizes that the funny feeling he's been having is his heart skipping a beat ,  and he feels it .  he feels his pounding pulse quicken at her words ,  sees the girl's cheeks flush simultaneously to her rejoinder ,  hears that slight crack in her voice ,  as if she's slightly hesitant to admit the truth .

' because i love you . '

sora looks at kairi ,  truly looks at her ,  sees her for who she is .  her image is painted in an indescribable beauty ,  indigo hues sparkling in the iridescence of the summer sun .  she reminds him of a flower in that moment ;  a natural charm that only continues to heighten in allure as it grows .  everything falls into place for him ,  and he inches closer ,  reaching out to grasp at her hand once more .  he gently squeezes her palm ,  smiling softly at the girl in front of him with adoration glimmering in his ocean eyes .

' . . .  i love you ,  too . '  it's all he can say ,  all he can bring himself  to say , though he really does mean what he says .  he's still trying to process it all ,  still trying to wrap his mind around what this means for the two of them .  at last ,  he gathers the words up into his throat .  ' so . . .  what does this make us ?  i mean ,  i don't mind if we stay like this ,  or even become more than friends . . . '  he swallows .  ' i just wanna know what's going on ,  yanno ? '

#[ ic // reflections of misery ] #[ inbox // messages from afar ] #[ sora // a guiding light in the sky ] #[ sokai // you're as perfect as the wind & sky (@pompedia) ] #pompedia #(( sorry this is so long !!! feel free to turn it into a thread or leave it as is lol ))

[poppystain]

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐘'𝐒 — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 )  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit  !

THE TRADITION

❛ she's easy on the eyes. ❜

❛ her soul is black and it's a fact. ❜

❛ so take what you want, take what you can, take what you please. ❜

❛ ask for forgiveness, never permission. ❜

❛ It's in the blood and this is tradition. ❜

❛ they dress her up in golden crowns, her smile hides a lie. ❜

❛ you can take it back it's good as gone. ❜

❛ this is your soul, i hope what's left will last all summer long. ❜

❛ they said that boys were boys but they were wrong. ❜

BELLS IN SANTE FE

❛ don't call me by my name, all of this is temporary. ❜

❛ watch as i step away, for your sake. ❜

❛ maybe i can hold you in the dark. ❜

❛ leaving through the door without a word. you won't even notice, little bird. ❜

❛ better off dead, so i reckon i'm heading to hell instead. ❜

❛ don't wait for me, it's not a happy ending. ❜

❛ to sort out all his bullshit, to figurе out the treason ❜

❛ jesus, you've got better lips than judas. ❜

❛ i could give you bad one, otherwise i'm useless. ❜

❛ 'cause who the fuck would choose this? ❜

EASIER THAN LYING 

❛ i'm only whatever you make me. ❜

❛ you make me more and more a villain every day. ❜

❛ you don’t know you reap, you sow. ❜

❛ whatever you give to me from yourself you take. ❜

❛ well if you're a hater then hate the creator, it's in your image i’m made. ❜

❛ 'cause i'll hang myself if you'd give me rope. ❜

❛ i got so much faith and lost all hope. ❜

❛ one eye broken and one eye bruised, ‘cause I gave myself away for you. ❜

❛ you liar, you don't love me too. ❜

❛ my heart is massive but it's empty. ❜

❛ gasping for some real attention, some undivided hypertension. ❜

❛ losing you is easier than lying to myself. ❜

LILITH

❛ i'm perfection when it comes to first impressions. ❜

❛ you got me thinkin' that i was too mean. ❜

❛ everything that I say I believe. ❜

❛ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve. ❜

❛ i am disruptive, i've been corrupted. ❜

❛ by now I don't need a fuckin' introduction. ❜

❛ you know I get too caught up in the moment. ❜

❛ i can't call it love if i show it. ❜

❛ i just fuck things up if you notice. ❜

❛ have you noticed? tell me, have you noticed? ❜

❛ now i'm wondering if i ever wanted to hold you. ❜

❛ you'd let anybody with a body control you, and you know it too. ❜

❛ the more that you have, the more that they'll take. ❜

GIRL IS A GUN

❛ i'm not your daydream, i won't have your baby. ❜

❛ it's a shot in the dark, i'm not a walk in the park. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, and we been havin' some fun. ❜

❛ i can show you if you turn the lights on. ❜

❛ i keep waitin' for love to come and swallow me up. ❜

❛ I feel better when the boys stop callin'. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, before you know it, it's done. ❜

❛ god is a gun, he can have what he wants. ❜

❛ let me show you how to touch my trigger. ❜

❛ makin' me crazy from mornin' to evenin'. ❜

❛ i can't not take it, i love it, i break it. ❜

❛ it's never enough, so I'm givin' you up. ❜

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

❛ i don't know what you want from me. ❜

❛ now what the fuck does all this mean? ❜

❛ my tears are falling flawlessly now. ❜

❛ go on and be a big girl, you asked for this now. ❜

❛ who the hell is in your bed? ❜

❛ you gotta kiss goodnight and give some head. ❜

❛ i want my cake on a silver plater, i want a fistful in my hands. ❜

❛ i want a beautiful boy's despondent laughter. ❜

❛ i wanna ruin all my plans. ❜

❛ i want a fist around my throat. ❜

❛ i wanna cry so hard, i choke. ❜

❛ i want everything i ask for. ❜

DARLING

❛ really can't remember where i left my spine. ❜

❛ maybe I'll be better if I take my meds. ❜

❛ darling don't you weep, there's a place for me. ❜

❛ somewhere we can sleep, see you in your dreams. ❜

❛ ever since i was a little girl i found this sweet. ❜

❛ all the little flowers give me something to believe in. ❜

❛ never knew the feeling of a stable home, been a couple years of living on the road. ❜

❛ only you have showed me how to love me in a life. ❜

❛ until it's time to see the light, i'll make my own with you each night. ❜

❛ i'll kidnap all the stars and i will keep them in your eyes. ❜

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❛ i won't die for love, but i've got a body here to bury. ❜

❛ the parts of myself that i've hated... i can't tell which ones are mine and which I created. ❜

❛ you could have my heart and i would break it for you. ❜

❛ i try to be careful with the thing inside my chest. ❜

❛ so you can forget me , i'll leave if you let me. ❜

❛ please don't leave, don't leave me in the shape you left me. ❜

❛ just leave me in the place you found me safe and soundly. ❜

HONEY

❛ she's on the tip of my tongue, she's on the top of my thighs. ❜

❛ open your mouth, i got a surprise. ❜

❛ all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye. ❜

❛ drippin' like honеy, down the back of my throat and on the front of my mind. ❜

❛ she stings like she means it, she's mean and she's mine. ❜

❛ i love every second, it's fuckin' fantastic ❜

❛ she's hell in a basket just makin' a racket. ❜

❛ good things aren't easy to get, i know that i won't regret you. ❜

❛ between my fingers, she leaves then she lingers. ❜

WHISPERS

❛ you sabotage the things you love the most. ❜

❛ this is the voice in your head that says, "you do not want this". ❜

❛ this is the ache that says, "you do not want him". ❜

❛ bet I could fuck him. ❜

❛ why do you need love so badly? ❜

❛ i've got a monster inside me. ❜

❛ isn't it lonely? ❜

❛ think that you know me? you think that you could if you hold me? ❜

❛ think you could try to console me, but i do not know me. ❜

I AM NOT A WOMAN, I’M A GOD

❛ i am not a woman, i'm a god. ❜

❛ i am not a martyr, i'm a problem. ❜

❛ i am not a legend, i'm a fraud. ❜

❛ keep your heart, 'cause i already got one. ❜

❛ every day i've got a smile where my frown goes. ❜

❛ maybe i could be a different human in a new place. ❜

❛ i just wanna feel something, tell me where to go. ❜

❛ i stay right herе 'cause i'm better all alonе. ❜

❛ i never listen but i see you with my eyes closed. ❜

❛ it really does hurt when you love someone. ❜

THE LIGHTHOUSE

❛ from a tender age i was closed with rage. ❜

❛ i went swimming with the devil at the bottom of a lake. ❜

❛ he was tall and mean with venom eyes so green. ❜

❛ i'll allure you like a landslide and I'll show you lovely things. ❜

❛ he kissed me on the mouth and dug his fingers in my thighs. ❜

❛ a sailor ain't a savior 'cause they only tell you lies. ❜

❛ he's laying in the water, begging god to let him down. ❜

❛ i showed him all my teeth and then i laughed out loud. ❜

❛ i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found. ❜

❛ that should teach a man to mess with me. ❜

❛ i'm glad i met the devil 'cause he showed me i was weak, and a little piece of him is a little piece of me. ❜

YA’ABURNEE 

❛ i can't decide if i love you more at morning or i love you more at night. ❜

❛ the moon don't pick sides and the sun won't resign until you're by my side. ❜

❛ your beauty is a blessing. ❜

❛ i never got to tell you how i lovеd the way my eyes makе yours look green. ❜

❛ i think we could live forever in each others faces. ❜

❛ if we don't live forever maybe one day we'll trade places. ❜

❛ darling, you will bury me before i bury you. ❜

❛ i'll never know if there's danger in confession. ❜

❛ it's memory that presses like a blade against my throat. ❜

❛ or to die without revealing that you got inside my head. ❜

❛ love is just a currency so take my pockets, and take me home. ❜

❛ take my life, and take my soul, wrap me in a wedding ring. ❜

#lyric starters #sentence starters #rp starter #inbox memes #rp meme #halsey #if i can't have love i want power

[bucksfucks]

  𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

     The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

    It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

    You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

    Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

    In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

    The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

    It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

    When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

    “Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

    His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

    “Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

    “I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

    You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

    “Eat.”

    He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

    “I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

    “You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

    You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

    “Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

    Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

    You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

    “Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

    Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

    He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

    You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

    “He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

    “You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

    The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

    “I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

    The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

    Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

    “Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

    “What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

    “It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

    “You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

    “Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

    “Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

    Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

    The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

    “The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

    30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

    “Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

    You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

    As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

    “And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

    “I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

    He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

    You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

    His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

    Steve ignored it.

    “He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

    “Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

    “You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

    “‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

    “Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

    “Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

    He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

    You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

    You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

    “‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

    “Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

    “I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

    You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

    His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

    You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

    “Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

    Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

    “I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

    “Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

    Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

    He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

    “It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

    He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

    You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

    “All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

    His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

    When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

    “Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

    “But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

    He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

    “Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

    “You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

    “Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

    “Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

    You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

    Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

    “Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

    You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

    It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

    “Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

    “‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

    It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

    “Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

    It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

    “I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

    You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

    Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

    It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

    “What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

    It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

    Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

    He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

    “Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

    Two can play at this game.

    You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

    He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

    It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

    “Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

    It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

    “Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

    “Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

    His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

    And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

    It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

    “Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

    “Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

    Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

    “That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

    He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

    “Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

    You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

    “You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers x reader #bucksfucks writes — [♡] ; #steve rogers headcanons #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers oneshots #steve rogers one shots #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers drabble

[acewithapaintbrush]

I was bored and strolling through @sketchnwhatevr art because it always gives me a serotonin boost.

I came across the comic of Bruno hugging little Dolores and refusing to let go and paired with all the wholesome Bruno and Antonio content inspiration hit me like a speed train so please accept this little snippet as my humble offering:

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"Haven't we been here before?"

"That's called a deja vu, hermana."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's called 'being a brat', hermanito!"

Bruno only huffs and turns away from Pepa, effectively hiding Antonio, who is nestled in his arms, from view.

"Bruno, seriously, give me back my son! He needs to get ready for bed."

"Nope!" Bruno obnoxiously pops the 'P' and Pepa rubs a hand over her face. You'd think she was dealing with two children. "It's not that late yet. And Tonito is happy right where he is, aren't you amigo?"

A little hand waves over Bruno's shoulder. "I wanna cuddle some more with Tio Bruno, Mama! And it's not that late yet."

The sun is setting and it is definitely that late already.

Pepa prepares herself for a fight, but before she can put her foot down, Bruno turns a little and she can see Antonio snuggle deeper into his chest. Her little boy is smiling, his eyes are closed and his cheek squished against a narrow chest.

In Pepa's mind the image is suddenly overlapped by another. A ghost of the past.

Little Dolores, clinging to her beloved uncle, arms coiled around a skinny neck and refusing to let go. And Bruno. Younger. Less burdened. Pressing his cheek against a little head and popping the 'P' as he cheekily refuses Pepa's demands for her daughter.

Pepa swallows her arguments.

She had seen how careful Bruno had been when he'd hugged a grown-up Dolores for the first time since his return. How he'd hesitated. How he'd wrapped his arms around her, slowly, as if she was made of glass, only to suddenly latch on with a fierce abandon. Dolores hadn't made a sound, had wound her arms around his neck and buried her hands into the hood of his ruana and his hair. They hadn't let go for minutes.

What stands out in Pepa's memories is not the hug, though. It's the look on her brother's face. She'd only been able to catch a glimpse of it before Bruno had hidden his face in Dolores' shoulder.

A glimpse had been enough.

Sadness. Longing. Such a raw sense of loss that it had taken Pepa's breath away.

Bruno and his sobrinas and sobrinos are very tactile with each other. Hugs and head rubs and shoulders brushing. A thousand little touches every day to remind each other that he is back and not going anywhere.

But they are too old to be picked up and carried around anymore. Too old for that full body hug where your legs dangle in the air and you can simply let yourself go boneless, secure in the knowledge that the arms around you won't let you fall.

All except Antonio.

Pepa turns away before they can see the tears in her eyes or the smile curling her lips.

"Fine. But you'll get him ready for bed. And soon!"

"Sure, no problem!"

"That includes a bath, Bruno!"

Bruno scoffs and Pepa doesn't need to turn around to know that he's poked his tongue out after her. Antonio's giggle betrays him. "Yeah yeah! You act like I've never before helped the kids get ready for bed!"

'True' Pepa thinks as she leaves them to it. 'But the other kids never insisted on their hydrophobic jaguar taking the bath with them.'

But hey! Let him find out for himself.

And if Pepa cackles with laughter an hour later as a cursing Bruno runs through Casita with a towel in his hands, trying to catch a wet Antonio riding an equally wet Parce… well, he kinda asked for it, didn't he?

#Platonic! #A little Angst snuck in #as it always does #encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #bruno my beloved #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #good uncle bruno #Bruno is a good tio fight me #Antonio is sunshine #And Chaos incarnate #Pepa is so done