#if ur timing is just right and u angle ur comment just right and u say the right words and u get them in the right mood

[whumpshaped]

im just gonna say it. more ppl should embarrass helle. theyre cute when theyre embarrassed. i feel like if u were to play ur cards just right u could scratch them under the chin and make them purr and do whatever u want. metaphorically. but also maybe literally idk

#theres smth in there #smth of the person they used to be. the person who wanted to make others happy and be praised for it #the kid who wanted to make their parents happy and the spouse who wanted to do everything for their wife #the servant who wanted to do well for lady marie so they wouldnt be hurt #the sibling who wanted to be loved by the others and who wanted to make their undeath less miserable #if ur timing is just right and u angle ur comment just right and u say the right words and u get them in the right mood #its there #its still there #u'd meet someone so much less cynical #ugh im so rambly im sleepy #at my beck and call #ambac lore #helle

[disneyprincemuke]

not a gamer * fem!driver

lando manages to convince her to start streaming on twitch with him, leading her to influence others to join her

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: butt load of stupidity

notes: initially, i was gonna write a fic solely about max because he was talking about fornite the other day... but i thought how funny would it be if it were to be with some of the guys so here i am

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

"hello, everyone," she smiles, reaching forward to adjust the camera as she squints her eyes. "is this a good angle? let me know if it's flattering, okay? i can't not look good on twitch."

lando has managed to convince her to join him for a stream on twitch, insisting that she should start an account as well. she initially refused, claiming that she's not that well-liked to start an account and have a loyal following. even adding on the fact that she's not even a good gamer to begin with.

but lando said that it doesn't matter, and proved her wrong by setting up a poll on his previous stream just to get her to make an account. which, the effort was very endearing.

"you always look good," she squints, turning away the right where her other monitor sits. she scrunches her nose and turns to the camera to stare into it. "logan, how did you even know i was streaming tonight?"

she rolls her eyes when his reply rolls in, claiming that he follows her twitter where she announced it. "it's time for you to go out and do something else besides stalking me, logan," she scoffs jokingly with the roll of her eyes.

"okay, so this is my first twitch stream!" she beams, sitting up straighter as she grabs her mouse. "i'm just waiting for lando to finish setting up, so i'm afraid you guys are stuck with me alone for a couple of minutes. let's get to know each other, i might be doing this pretty often this winter break just to have a bit of a hobby.

"i wanna know what you guys want to see from me."

a comment immediately rolls in.

user1: i wanna see you play fortnite with lando and max

she grins sheepishly, dropping her head. "guys, i'm not much of a gamer. never have been so this is actually my first time-ish touching games in a long while. my longest experience was playing roblox with my younger brother when we were younger."

user2: how about oscar or logan playing some games?

she presses her lips together, thinking of ways she could be able to convince her best friends to join her for some online games. when, neither of them has really dabbled much in the hobby. "i'm sure logan will be pretty keen to try, but i'm not so sure about oscar. i'll try to convince him, though he's back in australia for the majority of the break, unfortunately. the timezone difference is absolutely insane."

logansargeant: guys, ask her what her hobbies are

"logan, get off my chat!"

logansargeant: im gonna expose you on twitter for cyberbullying

logansargeant: #endcyberbullying2023

user3: #justice4logan

user4: #justice4logan

user5: u should talk about taylor swift

“oh, my god! i should!” she squeals. “we should host a listen party when she releases reputation! how good was the 1989 vault tracks?”

user6: omg ur so right

user7: iion slaps

user8: slut! is my favourite i think

“1989 had the best vault tracks,” she nods, lips pressed together. “my favourite is ‘now that we don’t talk’ because i like calling my mom.”

blythe.yln: where is lando!!!

“guys, i don’t know. he texted me 5 minutes ago saying he was setting up his pc,” she grins into the camera. “hopefully he’s here soon.”

dalton.yln: i miss oscar

oscahpastry: i miss u too

“you’ve got phones, yeah?” she grins, “use it instead of flooding my chat.”

user1: yeah guys, some of us are trying to get her attention

user9: u guys get that enough

user10: leave some for us pls

user11: yeah y so selfish

she scoffs. "right, guys? can you believe these people?"

the discord sound makes her jump, lando's voice filling up her headphones. "yo, i'm sorry! i was looking for my keyboard."

"where'd you find it, lando?"

"under the bed. apparently, that's where i kept it the last time i streamed," lando laughs. "okay, let's start off with a little horror game? it's called phasmophobia."

"a scary game?" she looks at the camera. "why would i willingly play that?"

"lando, i'm gonna kill you!" she screeches, eyes closing as the creepy sounds from the game boost in her headphones. she peeks through her eye, watching the two hands on her screen before the screen goes foggy.

lando's laughter replaces the eerie sounds of the game, making her roll her eyes. "i told you to hide and close the door!”

“i didn’t know where the stupid door even was!” she screams back, slamming the table. “lando, i don’t wanna play this game anymore!”

“but it’s so fun!”

“lando!”

logansargeant: that was funny

logansargeant: lemme join u some time

user11: omg

user11: half the grid’s gonna be on twitch?

“yeah, i’m so nice, right?” she jokes. “i’m letting them explore different career options. influencer era or something, i believe.”

oscahpastry: i only created an account to annoy her :/

seb.v5: same

user12: no shot thats actually sebastian vettel

maxverstappen1: so we are all just here waiting for an invite from these two???

logansargeant: theyre gatekeeping the stream from us :(

maxverstappen1: i wanna play fortnite

seb.v5: wait i know that game

maxverstappen1: let me join or i’ll report your account

“that’s not very nice, max,” she frowns. she looks away for a second. “lando, max says he’ll report my account if we don’t invite him to play fortnite.”

“oh, let him report you. just make another account, mate!” lando laughs. “ask him to join us phasmophobia! it’s so fun seeing you scream.”

she turns to the camera with a lopsided grin. “chat, tell lando you don’t wanna see me scream in phasmo anymore please. i’m sick of this game, i’ve got no idea what i’m doing, and i haven’t guessed the ghost correctly this entire time.”

logansargeant: keep playing phasmophobia u pussy

oscahpastry: yeah pussy

user5: its v entertaining icl

maxverstappen1: but phasmophobia costs money

“costs money?” she repeats, confusion on her face. “max? do you need financial aid?”

user10: isnt max a millionaire??????

user13: bro is complaining about a game that barely costs anything while getting paid millions a year 💀

oscahpastry: that’s wild ngl

maxverstappen1: wow i just got cyberbullied.

maxverstappen1: i’ll go get it now damn.

she sighs. “guess we’re continuing with this stupid game.”

“lando, where am i going?” max shouts, her character watching max’s go around in circles, flickering the flashlight on and off. “what am i even supposed to do?”

teaching one person how to play a complicated game like phasmophobia is easy. teaching two, however, is absolutely absurd. lando doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

“lando, there’s something written in the book!” she cheers, crouching her character down. she leans into her monitor as she tries to make out what it says. “bitch, it says run!”

she quickly gets up and walks out. “don’t have to tell me twice.”

“run where?” max shouts, his character still running in circles. “(y/n), where are you? escort me out.”

“guys, just stay inside the house and help me out!” lando whines, his character flickering the flashlight at max’s. “turn around, max. i’m here with you.”

“i’m going to the van.”

“no, you’re not! come here and camp the ghost with us!”

“absolutely not! i’m so scared shitless!”

“we should’ve just played fortnite, you know.”

“guys, please! you just have to hold the equipment for me.”

“oh, my god! oh, my god! the front door is locked!” she screams. “the front door is locked!”

logansargeant: lol dsurv

oscahpastry: not so tough now (y/n)

user8: LMFAO THAT GHOST IS HUNTIN

user14: dude the chaos is insane

user15: i need her to stream everyday actually

user16: she’s gonna be an influencer i can feel it in my bones

user17: u guys should try valorant

oscahpastry: i’d join if they play valorant

user4: omg thats crazy

user18: i kinda want to see it

user19: max playing valorant? the rage that man would feel

“lando, i’m dead again!” she screeches, slamming her mouse down into her desk. “we should’ve just played fortnite.”

logansargeant: ur issues with the door are hilarious

user4: i’ll be thinking about your inability to hide in a room for days

oscahpastry: evidence that u wouldnt survive a horror movie at all

seb.v5: maybe you should stick to sitting there and looking pretty

user20: OMG SEB CALLED HER PRETTYYYYY

user21: are we all so shocked?

user22: yeah, he looks at that girl like she aligns the stars in the sky on a race weekend

user23: him during her podium celebration cured my depression (real)

logansargeant: girl why r u just stalking lando as a ghost

“lando,” she whispers. “i saw the ghost in the corner for the room.”

“what?” max asks, voice trembling slightly. “what corner?”

“that corner.”

“what corner?”

“there. i’m pointing at it.”

“i can’t see you, stupid. you’re dead.”

“then that’s too bad.”

“i figured what type of ghost it is!” lando cheers. “follow me, max. let’s get out of this stupid house and play your stupid fortnite or something.”

“oh, how lovely! i saw (y/n)’s chat… something about valorant,” max mutters, following lando through the dark house. “i’ve seen that on tiktok and it looks kinda- lando, why’d you close the door?”

“i told you i saw the ghost lurking more than usual,” she mutters.

“i don’t even know what that means!” max shouts.

“i didn’t close the door, mate!” lando laughs. “go and hide in a room, max!”

“where? i don’t know where to go!” max screams, frantically running around in hopes of finding solace somewhere.

her character follows behind the entity in the game, clearly running around to find max. “oh, she’s coming for you, max! she’s angry!”

“i don’t know where to go!” max screams, his character running by the entryway in confusion. “lando, where do i go?”

“max, she’s coming! go in the closet!”

“what closet? oh, okay! i see it!”

“close the door, max!”

“what door- oh! okay!”

“did he live?”

“i think so. the ghost is lurking outside max’s door,” she grins into the camera, watching the entity walk back and forth outside the room max is in.

“don’t come out yet.”

“not even a chance, mate.”

“okay, she’s gone,” she sighs. “i’m gonna log out and create an account on fortnite.”

“we’re not gonna play valorant?”

“okay, chat, we’re waiting for oscar to finish the tutorial,” she smiles. “we should be in our first game in a couple of minutes.”

user24: bro ur tutorial was horrendous

user25: i love watching people be bad at valorant

user26: shes so real for that though

user27: she’d play sage for sure

seb.v5: i can’t believe you got oscar to join you

user28: and logan 🤨

user17: outrageous that i’ve been begging the grid to join lando’s streams and here she comes casually getting them to play silly games

user3: real

user28: everyone say thank you (y/n)

blythe.yln: i can’t believe u didnt ask me to join u

blythe.yln: i’m the best at valorant

blythe.yln: i’m better than dalton

user29: YES BLYTHE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

“so, what do i do again, dalton?” lando asks softly. “what’s the ‘e’ button do?”

“puts up a wall,” the younger kid says. “and then it heals you too, but damages other people. even your teammates.”

“who’s this eminem looking bro?” max asks, giggling slightly. “frank ocean, i saw on tiktok.”

user30: my roman empire is blythe being a pro valorant player but this is the first time her sister is trying the game

“well, i’m sorry for doing other things than playing valorant,” she jokes with a smile. “but, yes, guys! blythe plays valorant for a living which is exactly why we didn’t invite her to play.”

user31: blythe is a pro val player!!?!?!?

user31: since when??

blythe.yln: yeah guys follow my twitch, i’ll treat u better

“i’m going to ban you from my chat if you keep marketing, blythe,” she frowns, though a smile creeping up on her face. “where is dalton?”

blythe.yln: dalton is my valorant spawn… i taught him what he knows

user31: dalton to go pro in a couple years?

user32: omg that’s crazy

user1: the yln’s are gonna take over the valorant scene

user6: blythe getting a redbull gaming clutch would be to die for

“mate, dalton, what’s this girl in the yellow jacket do? she looks stylish,” oscar asks.

“she’s got a turret and grenades,” dalton answers simply.

“alright, how do i get her?”

“you gotta play the game.”

“oh, what? that’s so unfair.”

“yeah, i’m sure that sucks that you’ve got to play the game, oscar,” she says. “where is logan?”

“i’m sorry,” the sigh in logan’s sentence making her laugh. “i got stuck.”

“how?” oscar asks with a laugh. “they literally tell you what to do.”

“i couldn’t find the buttons they were asking me to press,” logan mumbles with a hint of disappointment.

“are you actually intellectually hindered, mate?” she cries with a laugh, covering her eyes. “do you not frequent a laptop?”

“not really, no.”

“it shows,” oscar adds on.

blythe.yln: he’s gonna be shit

user5: so real i can alr see it

user11: dude they’re gonna be screaming at each other soon

“let’s do a quick test game,” dalton mutters as logan’s in-game name pops up on the screen. “just a short game.”

“with real people?” lando asks in a small voice. “that can trash talk me?”

“just trash talk them back, mate,” max answers. “easy.”

“just find their ip address and hit them,” logan suggests. “that’s easier.”

“what?”

“don’t pretend like you wouldn’t do it too, (y/n)!” logan whines. “come on, let’s start!”

“how do i defuse the spike?” max screams, looking at the ground as he runs around. “where even is it?”

“your left,” dalton says. “keep walking.”

blythe is now sat next to her older sister, leg propped up in her seat as she watches the screen.

“okay, okay, go to the right and look right here,” blythe mutters, pointing at the screen. “and then aim right here,” she adjusts her sister’s mouse, “when you see somebody, shoot.”

“that’s not fair. (y/n)’s literally got a pro helping her with the game,” oscar complains.

“you’re dead. literally doesn’t matter if someone’s helping you or not,” logan states. “we suck, man.”

“okay, i figured out how to defuse the bomb,” max says softly. “what now?”

“learn to play better,” blythe says loud enough for the microphone to pick up her voice. “i’ll teach you guys.”

“thank you for tuning into my stream,” she grins with a clap. “i appreciate all of the support and teaching me how to play the games. and roasting me.”

logansargeant: bro we suck

seb.v5: should stick to racing and leave gaming to blythe and dalton

“i read each and every comment you guys sent in the chat and they’re all very endearing. except yours, seb,” she stares into the camera with a stern expression, “yours were just outright unnecessary and kinda mean.”

oscahpastry: start a podcast next

maxverstappen1: i wanna be first guest

user16: please stream regularly!!

user10: make oscar play lethal company or i’ll cry

oscahpastry: stop giving her ideas

user21: when r u streaming again

“i will try to stream in a couple of days, after my shoots and marketing stuff with the team,” she grins. “thank you for watching me scream for 4 hours. catch you guys soon. stay kind and stay safe.”

user2: i’ll miss you 🫶🏼

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[yurinaa-world]

hello! can u do reader who likes to rest on characters lap? like whenever reader couldn't sleep but feel tired, they goes to character's lap while they're doing smth and reader sleeps :3 any characters but i prefer jing yuan n blade pls :D (its okay if u don't want to write this, i don't wanna pressure u haha and sorry for my bad english :'d i love ur works btw!!)

Characters: Blade and Jing Yuan x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: laying in their lap while they're doing things

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

Notes: IM SO SORRY I messed this up so hard, I wrote then I looked at the request, and I mentally slapped myself, If you didn't like this I would be fine rewriting it!

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

This guy literally doesn’t do anything all day, just has his eyes closed and just rests (Warning: I love making reader a very little dramatic when it comes to Blade)

Dead silence; he did not say anything to you once you lay on his lap with a smile on your lips. You couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward. He’s always been quiet, but right now, you're starting to feel the silence stabbing you from every angle.

"What aren't you going to say?" you asked, opening one of your eyes to stare at him from below. "Want attention that badly?" He gave you an amused look, looking down on you as if you were some kind of little child. "Well, there's no fun if I just lay here," you pouted, looking at the ceiling as well as at him, his fingers going through your hair. He's figured out what you want from him—attention, of course—yet he just does what you want him to do, or you'll complain about it all day.

So instead, he stays silent and plays with your hair, but his hand moves to your face, creasing your lips with his calloused fingers. "You're such a pain," he whispers, leaning down to kiss you and then moving away before saying, "Yes, yes, you kiss someone you find annoying." You rolled your eyes, closed your eyes again, and sighed loudly.

"I know, bladie, you can't keep yours off; no man can!" You laugh, obviously joking.

What a personality you have.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

“How needy, hmm? What a pleasure it was to spend time with you. a pity I have work to do." Jing Yuan teased while you lay in his lap, watching him from above: reading his boring yet important paper, “You offered and I took it; you know it’s unkind to decline someone." You responded by tracing shapes on the thigh you’re lying on.

"If you don’t want me, then I'll" you cut off before you could even finish your sentence. “No need; you’ve already come, so you're going to stay like this." He said before turning the page of his paper, "I was just joking." He said while ruffling through your hair, making you frown a little, that he messed with your hair.

You both lay in silence. You broke first, asking, “When do you think your paperwork is going to be finished?" He chuckled at your comment.

"A couple of hours, it seems."

“Hurry it up, and I’ll give you a gift."

You stated matter of factly crossing your arms in front of your chest, “What kind of gift?” He asked curiously, looking down at you, and you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s a surprise. Do it and find out,” he chuckled at your words.

"Alright, I'll take your word, but this better be a good gift since I'm working so hard for you, hmm, don’t you think?"

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[mixtape-racha]

Ayo

I have a req. Hard dom!soobin’s reaction when he’s denying you orgasm, and suddenly you cum so fast. I think he would make you cum like five times mire as your punishment🫠🫠

oh anon i have SOOOOOOO many thoughts on this !!

first of all, i wanna kiss ur brain this was so sexy of u <3 i may have got a bit carried away with this oops

(smut warning below!!)

FIRST OF ALLLL he'd be so caught up in himself, the way your pussy feels around him and the pretty noises you let out that he wouldn't even notice that you'd blatantly disobeyed him

but when he does? ohohohohoh you're in for a world of shit

with soobie he probably uses orgasm denial as a last resort punishment, you know? you get too turned on by spankings now, so he has to up his game

you probably spent all day teasing him and trying to rile him up, and he'd honestly had enough

which got you where you were now - his entire body draped across yours, thrusts to hard and fast that you can feel your body sliding up the bed

"don't even think about fucking cumming or you'll regret it."

that's what he said, wasn't it? so, you'd definitely fucked up now

he finally notices when you start squirming and whining more than usual, stopping his thrusts and pulling himself up to look at you in disbelief

"you fucking didn't?"

and when you don't answer, he gets all the answer he needs

he's quick to pull out, forcing you across his lap and digging his fingers inside of you - deeper than you knew he could go

you're writhing and squirming on his lap, crying out that its too much, that you're sorry and you promise you'll be good

but if you really wanted to be good, you would've listened before. right?

so you best believe he's going to keep you over his lap, pushing and pulling his fingers inside of you until you've cum AT LEAST 2 more times

and you can't complain, because it just winds him up more

you wanted to cum, didn't you? so bad that you couldn't even listen to him? so now you'll cum as many times as he wants you to

and when he's bored of fingering you, he's manhandling you into any position he wants

(usually doggy) (but sometimes he'll pin you up against a wall instead)

and then he's going to fuck you until he's satisfied

honestly, neither of you are keeping track of however many time you cum - all he knows is that he'll edge himself as long as he needs to until you learn your lesson

and when he's finally satisfied he's forcing you onto your knees so he can jerk himself off onto your face

but don't think he'll cum in your mouth! oh no, he's angling himself so it lands all over your face and chest, but none hits your mouth

because only good girls get sir's cum, remember?

and when you whine and get embarrassed and complain about the other members hearing? well, you should behave. or next time he might invite one of the guys to help him

(a/n: scheduled post!)

-> don’t forget to reblog or comment if you like my works ♡ please refrain from modifying, translating, or copying my work. - © mixtape-racha

tags ✮⋆˙ : @pretty-racha @demetrisscarf @bangtancultsposts @watariisbestboy @yevene @zuzuhasablog @popesfirstluv @hearts4tubatu

#mixtape-racha #mixtape-racha fic #143 i luv queue ✮⋆˙ #✶━━ aria's inbox #aria's anons 𓇢𓆸 #txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt smut #txt fic #soobin x reader smut #choi soobin smut #choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader

[subskz]

bb was just that good, i couldn’t contain myself from composing a thesis on it… 😭 but! i have a question for you: what are some habits you think bf!skz would have? for one, i feel like seungmin would totally sit on you like an oversized lapdog even though there’s a perfectly fine chair right there, just to annoy you, kinda like that one clip of him sitting on jeongin n just declaring “MY BED” 😭 (maybe one time you start bouncing your leg between his thighs to teach him a lesson 🤭) tbh seungmin would intentionally be cheeky and tease you all the time cus secretly he likes it when you manhandle him <3

— 🌸

ur so sweet 😭 the structure, length, and thoroughness of a thesis indeed…u really touched my heart!!

oversized lapdog seungmo is so cute and SO TRUE!! he goes full mischevious puppy when he sees ur empty lap esp if ur like jeongin and are picky abt when ur in the mood for skinship…he slumps into u w the most self-satsified open-mouthed grin on his face, settling his hands neatly between his legs and wiggling around like crazy just to bother u as much as possible (and to work u up, but he’s not nearly as slick abt it as he thinks hehe) even if he’s bigger than you, the instant u decide to retaliate he just goes completely limp in your lap, parting his thighs for u to wedge ur leg in between them and leaning fully against your chest when you rest ur hand on his neck and pull him back 🥰 he would definitely make a smug comment abt how ur sooo obsessed w him, even when he’s the one sprawled shamelessly on ur lap

i think lino is also prone to throwing himself on top of u as if he’s weightless lmao he is always on the lookout for a lap to occupy in true kitty fashion (remembering when binnie was complaining that lino sat in his lap when there were so many chairs around and lino was like “there’s none -_-” all pouty) when he’s feeling clingy he will absolutely throw his leg over you to trap u close to him bc even his affection has to come in the most annoying way possible…god forbid he lets u think he actually wants to cuddle w you!! if u try to shake him off all u get is his smug, satisfied lil hums or him making himself even heavier ontop of you…luckily the way his thighs are wrapped around you gives you the perfect opportunity to press yourself against him n tease him back~

also…i cant not mention hyune and his love for pictures!! jeongin and seungmin too hehe they might be a lil insufferable abt it, asking u to take a million pictures of them in barely varying poses wherever you go, stopping every few blocks for another photoshoot bc they think a certain wall looks cool, archiving every outfit they’ve ever worn…but they also love to take pics of u in return, lots of candid photos when ur not looking, esp if u don’t wanna make a scene in public for ur pics like they do. i think hyunjin would be especially whiny abt you letting him photograph you, nothing can stop his creative pisces vision…u could just be walking down the street and suddenly he’s gasping “stay just like that!!!” before snapping pics from every angle, fawning over u like ur number one fan <3 and ofc since all 3 of them love keeping memories through photos, it’s only right that u take the prettiest pics of them after theyve been completely and utterly wrecked by you…for safekeeping 🙏

#ask #🌸 anon #💌 seungmo #💌 lino #💌 hyunie #💌 innie

[wonusite]

Hey bestie, i just thot of this one. How about a drabble about professor!wonwoo fucking reader for the first in one of her streams. Saw it in your prof!wonu headcanons and thot it would be so hot so I came here to request.

-tulip🌷

i’ve been thinking about how it would go ever since i wrote prof!wonu and now i get to bring it to life i’m going FERAL

you can’t hide your excitement.

after spending hours setting up for your latest stream, everything was finally perfect. a carnal lust is burning in your core, and there’s only one person who can soothe the ache. to think that wonu would actually agree to help you do something special for your 100th stream made butterflies invade your stomach. ofc you told him his face would be hidden since it was for you only, but you were more than willing to share his pretty cock with the world.

“kitten.” wonu groans, sitting at the edge of the bed with his cock out as you make sure the camera is at the right angle. “how long do you plan on streaming this?”

if it was up to you, it’d be over an hour long. but you were going to go easy on your bf since this was his first stream.

you glance over your shoulder with a tantalizing grin. “don’t worry, just long enough for every one to have a good time.”

wonu has learned that you’re usually good about keeping promises, but he almost wishes you wouldn’t. tbh he doesn’t exactly know what to do during your stream but you had assured him that he would have to do much.

you position him so he’s laying on his back, face out of camera view and only leaving part of his torso and cock in the line of sight. you’re sitting next to him, all pretty and wearing a lingerie set he helped you pick out the other day. wonu feels all the blood rushing to his cock when you start the stream with your usual intro, not forgetting to thank everyone who has watched so far.

“my boyfriend’s cock is pretty?” you read off the chat with a smile, knowing wonwoo is getting a little flustered.

“it is, isn’t it?” you say as you grab it and begin to stroke it. “the prettiest cock i’ve ever seen.”

wonu can’t contain his groan when you take his throbbing dick in your mouth, not wasting time in deep throating him and sucking him like he’s your favorite lollipop. he turns his head, watching you from the monitor, and fuck do you look pretty with his cock in your mouth.

it’s hard not to be more turned on than usual as you lick up and down his cock, your soft tongue nurturing his tip. the chat varies from comments about how good you look to how big his dick is. to see you worshipping his cock for the world to see is driving him over the edge. but being the little brat that you are, you release his cock with a sloppy pop, sitting back up and smirking at his flushed face.

he wishes so bad that he could just punish you and have his way with you like usual, but he knows he has to be patient. once your stream is over, he’ll have u in the way he wants.

“is that monster cock going to fit inside you?”

you laugh at the question. “wanna see?”

wonu groans lowly when you position yourself over his cock, pretty ass facing him as you lower yourself on his aching dick. he looks over at the monitor, seeing the amount of tips going crazy now that you actually have his cock inside you.

you start bouncing on him, moaning loudly as your hands come up to pull and tug at your hardened nipples. the way your sweet cream is coating his cock looks really good on camera, and wonu can’t help but start to fuck up into you. ur cunt clenches down on him as he angles his cock just right to hit the spongy spot inside you that always makes you come prematurely.

wonu looks back at the monitor, smirking when he sees that most of the comments are urging for him to stuff you full of his cum.

#i am unwell #as you can tell i have wonu brainrot 24/7 #fuck #tulip🌷 nonny #nalani.thotz

[ashtraythief]

Hey! So ive been a long time reader of ur underneath verse (since like.. 2018? Maybe even 2017?) and i just wanted to drop by and tell u how much im enjoying rereading ur writing! Like in general i think this is one of my fav fics series just bc its so extensive and well done and thought out and fleshed out so well it works so well? Like seeing all the different angles and the way u choose to frame things is really fun for me and kinda inspires my own writing in some aspects.

Ive never read the whole thing all in one go before so ive decided to do that right now and im just about done with the pied pipers song - more specifically willys chapter. And i kinda needed to let u know that ur series really stands out to me just bc of how many glimpses into other characters and all these different povs of the same thing like on it stands out on a technical level but then ur actual writing of these things is so good and compelling and like as an outsider pov bitch it hits the spot for me so well? Like ur writing is never stale and its always interesting.

I specifically wanted to take this time to mention that i really love willy and winstons characters and how u went about it. Like im ngl the way u wrote them kinda makes me want to cry tears of happiness for them bc they have found ppl who appreciate them and they have connections with other ppl but then the bittersweet tang of jensen and willy is kinda fucking me up rn /pos djjdjdjd like in general u really do the bittersweet jensen is stuck undercover angle really well and it HURTS so good

But yes i dont really have a good concise message or comment to leave beyond the fact that i keep stopping every few sentences to get up and jump bc im so excited about what im reading i need to get rid of that excess energy lol so sorry if this is all over the place and a really messy message! I just really wanted to let u know how much im enjoying reading it all rn. Thank you so much for sharing ur writing with us and for continuing to write for this series its so fun!

omg nonnie, I'm kinda speechless here (this is the second wonderful message in two days so I'm kinda overwhelmed. is it send wonderful messages week somewhere??)

I just am so grateful and this message made me so happy. never apologize for maybe not having a five point outline lol, this is amazing.

The underneath verse has always been my fandom baby, so praise for it is already amazing, but the pied piper fic and Winston and Willy epsecially, it just makes my heart so full. Ten years ago, they definitely started out as stock characters of mob drivers, because I didn't think this fic would get so big, but then it did, and Willy especially became a real character. a) because I knew he'd fall in love with Jensen too, as anyone does really and b) because I looooove the bittersweet undercover Jensen shtick where I write from other character's POV and the reader knows how wrong they're getting it but they don't *mu har har* (yeah I'm a little mean sometime. sorry?)

but in all seriousness, the Willy chapter, I'ev been working on that for months. And I kept adding things and rewriting things and trying to get it perfect even though I know that most people who read the story mostly care about Jared and Jensen (which is totally fair and understandable), but I care about him and there are a few people out there who do too (and I love you for it, so much), but with Willy, I just wante to do this /right/. I've come to love him so much, and he's come to be so important to Jensen, it felt like he and Winston really deserve their own story told even though that's kind of ridiculous because they're not real, but they're a little real to me now. All this to say, nonnie, this comment and your appreciation of Willy means so fucking much to me. And my poor alpha reader who read like four drafts of this (seriously, M. is a saint) and my beta readers who then had to beta four iterations of this. To know that this effort is appreciated this much honestly make me cry a little (I am not having the greatest time right now, so I cry easily but the point still stands. Thank you.)

This message was actually such an energy boost I'm currently trying to fix the next timestamp, lol so I'll have something to post next month. You're a true treasure, nonnie <3

#anon ask #underneath verse

[villainessprefect]

Idia w/ a fem or gn s/o who’s cater’s introverted best friend (and they both share a love for spicy ramen lol) pls?

sorry for the late fic!! this came out shorter than the rest rip but I hope you still enjoy! I am unfortunately not a fan of anything spicy so I struggle here 😔 shout out to those who can handle the burning fires of hell in their mouth cuz I can't-

~

title: #a quick pic

summary: You and Idia enjoy ramen together, but first you have to send a pic to Cater.

ship: Idia x gn!reader

word count: 725

Read on AO3

Carefully, you hold your phone at just the right angle. Capturing the freshness of this steaming bowl of ramen without fogging your phone's camera proves to be more difficult than you imagined. You don't know how Cater does this without any effort. With a quick snap, he's done! Meanwhile, it feels like it takes you a whole minute to get a decent picture.

But you do. Or at least you think you do. You're still learning about the whole aesthetic about taking pictures from your best friend. Content with your pic, you set your phone down. A sigh from across the table captures your attention.

"I still don't get the point of taking pictures of food," Idia comments. Chopsticks are digging into his own bowl, mixing the broth to ensure the flavor will be in every bite. "It's not like it's any different from the last one we had. The bowls aren't even from a limited time event. It's such a normie thing to do."

"It's for Cater," you answer. Part of you agrees with him, you still didn't quite understand this whole trend. But another part of you is. Having something to look back to, something you can remember even if its just a picture is nice. "This is his favorite food, you know." And coincidentally, yours too.

You take this moment to post the image of your meal on your Magicam account. It's a barren post that lacks any description or hashtags, just a simple image so you wouldn't pop up in the search results. Regardless of your anonymity, a like instantly finds its way to your post within seconds.

"It's just food," Idia huffs. "Though, I guess it is pretty cool since you did make it..."

And he can't complain how they taste ten times better than a regular cup of noodles. This was the ultra rare edition! Not only made with fresh ingredients, but with gentle love and care. Anime always claimed food made by loved ones taste better and he understands why now. He doesn't linger on the thought for too long, but his hair gives him away.

"He's rubbing off on you."

"He is my bestie," you answer with a chuckle. "Don't worry, you're not in the picture if that's what you're worried about."

"I-I'm not!" He pouts before stabbing at his noodles, hitting nothing and resulting in broth jumping up. He decides to shut up and eat his food before anything else can escape him.

You flash him a small smile, watching as he dines on your meal. Unlike you, he opted for a more basic flavor. It lacked the spicy kick you loved, but you understood not everyone could handle the intense flavor. It was almost funny to consider that your boyfriend's hair was literally fire yet couldn't handle the same level of flames for food.

At least he's enjoying your ramen. That's all that matters to you.

Before eating, you decide to make a quick jump into your DMs with Cater. You send him a different picture, a recent one. It still contains the ramen you made, but that's not the focus. Rather, the one this picture captures is Idia. Noodles in perfect unison hang from his lips, captured as he slurps them up. It's cute in your eyes. Getting pictures of him with permission is always a struggle, whether it be you trying to bring it up or getting one where neither of you are flustered.

'Is this a good pic?'

'100%! so authentic u should post that one and tag him

#datenight #bestnoodlesinthehouse'

'you know I cant do that'

'wah!

date pics get you sooo many likes but i totes get it

keep sending me ur cute pics later

enjoy ur datesies bestie!'

"Your food is going to get cold."

"Ah!" The comment drags you out of the conversation with Cater and back to reality. You hadn't forgotten about it, just caught up in the conversation. With that out of the way, you dig into your meal.

It's hot. Both in freshness and flavor. The heat from the bowl fills your senses as you hover over it and the fiery burn from the sauces cover your tongue. The burning sensation leaves you hungry for more. It's a shame you can't share a spicy love with Idia, but at least your bestie could understand it.

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #idia shroud x you #ignihyde #cater diamond #request #anonymous stars

[hotsforharlow]

Reader and jack are at a meet and greet or something for jack and ur an actress and some of jacks fans wanna be racist to you and jack isn’t having that and stands up for u and asks security to kick em out make reader Hispanic or black or any race that gets discriminated like make it inclusive if that makes sense

AN: Hi, I hope this is okay. I'm white so I tried my best and I hope it isn't insensitive or wrong and it's what you wanted x

You had a bright smile on your face as you watched Jack greet his fans; you knew he loved this part of his job. You leaned back onto the wall behind him; scrolling through your emails and social media to pass the time. You tried to ignore the comments under your page; especially on posts with you and Jack. You hadn’t told him about this and planned to keep it that way.But it still brought you down, and you knew he noticed this. He would try and ask about it and you would easily brush him off. Your boy could get distracted incredibly easily, and it was working in your favour right now. But of course, nothing could stay simple forever, you thought to yourself as you noticed a couple of fans coming in. 

You saw the way they looked at you and you couldn’t help but grow incredibly nervous as you tried to hide behind your actress mask. “God, why is he with someone like her?” Their whispering wasn’t as quiet as they thought and you bit into your lip and held off rolling your eyes even as the hurt swirled inside you. You ducked your head some more, knowing only you had heard it and didn’t want to make a fuss.“Like he’s just using her for that type of audience.” One of them carried on. It wasn’t something new, it seemed to be the most popular insult thrown at you and your relationship. You shook your head and bit your tongue some more. People really needed to get a new angle because it was becoming boring, quite quickly for you.

“She’s not even pretty. Can’t believe he didn’t stay with someone white.” The fan continued to babble and you rolled your eyes before sliding your phone into your back pocket. You were debating on leaving as you ducking your head didn’t show you that other people heard them; Jack included. “I’m just going to head out.” You whispered into Jack’s ear and normally you would have kissed his cheek but you didn’t.His arm wrapped around and kept you close as he silently scribbled his signature down. He softly stroked your hip as you tried to tug away but he stood up. Your face prettily screwed up in confusion as he moved to the line. “Can you leave, please?” Jack called out to the two girls in question and your heart began to race. 

“What?” One of them finally replied as the room silenced and you tugged on Jack not to make a scene; it was probably going to make everyone hate you even more. “If you are going to be racist. I don’t want you here.” Jack continued without blinking. “Jack..” You softly whispered, even if it was becoming incredibly hot watching the display.“No, I’m not having it. It’s pathetic and disgusting. So just leave.” He nodded to his security who got the message quite quickly and moved to take the now silent girls out. You ducked your head and rested it on his back as you tried to calm yourself from the mix of emotions you've felt in such a short amount of time. “You didn’t have to do that.” You whispered as his management began to distract people from the line.

“Of course I did.” Jack turned around; his eyes moving over you as if you were physically injured before he brought you into a hug. You nearly fell apart as you snuggled into his chest some more. His hands moved through your locks and kept you close before whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It really was a sweet sight.“You have to go back.” You whispered and gently pushed him. He leaned in and captured your lips so sweetly. “Are you sure?” He hummed and burrowed into your neck some more. “I’m sure.” You coed and brushed your noses together before moving to stand behind him once more. Thankfully, the tension moved from the room and it continued without any other problems. 

~

It quickly became a viral moment and moved through the internet like a forest fire. You waited for the bashing to start again but it was overwhelmingly positive and not just to Jack. People had found things you’d had to put up with in the past and how graceful and strong you had been. You still couldn’t believe what Jack had done but in many ways it wasn’t a surprise; he was an awfully protective person.“You should have told me.” Jack softly whispered into your ear when you all moved back into the hotel. The privacy was welcomed as he kept you on his lap with his arms around you. “It’s nothing..I was handling it.” You babbled into his ear and your fingers moved into his curls to play with; it was always an action that calmed you.

“You shouldn’t have to handle it..and if it still happens, I don’t want you to handle it alone.” Jack muttered and moved to softly mouth at your neck as he stroked your sides still. He coed and whispered sweet nothings into your ear before looking up and locking eyes with you. “You are all I could have dreamt up. You are everything to me.” Jack whispered.You softly smiled and leaned in to sweetly capture his soft lips and poured all your love into the act. “So are you.” You hummed and brushed your noses together whilst continuing to play with his curls. “Do you want to stay in tonight?” Jack gently asked and reached for your hands to hold and play with your fingers to calm you both.

“Yes please.” You hummed and looked up at him with a soft smile. It would be nice for it to be just the two of you and enjoying each other's company. “I’d like that.” You whispered and nuzzled into his neck some more as you found yourself relaxing completely. 

Jack softly smiled as he looked down at you and watched you fall asleep. It didn’t take him long to bring out his phone and snap a photo of you sleeping against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before placing it on Instagram for the whole world to see his girl.

“I love you.” He whispered and pecked your lips before gently moving so you were covered by the sheets. His fingers played with your locks some more and Jack just found himself watching you sleep. His thumb tracing your cheek as he leaned in to burrow into your neck some more.

#jack harlow x reader #requests

[midamrevenant]

tagged by @tuometarr whom i am kissing on the mouth <3

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 34

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 167,597

3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever u know lol. like whatever catches my interest at the moment

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Present Time, Todd Anderson ; Nothing but Immortality ; Spurious Hatred and Something Like Affection ; #ToddandNeil'swedding2ksomething ; Love Speaks at Midnight

5. Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! If I feel like I have something to say. but I always love to get them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? damb....maybe Nothing but Immortality since I stuck with the canon that Neil dies, but the 5th chapter also goes back in time a little bit. Also Called Collisions and Kill Team Free Will are pretty dark but not necessarily for the main characters so

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Rainbow Diffraction Spike, Love Speaks at Midnight, and Vanilla Blue are all sweetness!

8. Do you get hate on fics? nope

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? every now and then. not really a 'kind' about it--for me it's always about exploring how i think these characters would have sex

10. Do you write crossovers? i don't think i've ever written a straight up crossover? definitely taken heavy inspiration from a different source material however

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? maybe lol? someone asked me on ff.net ages ago if they could translate one of my fics--not sure whether or not they ever actually did it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not in as many words, but a friend of mine had a very heavy hand in inspiring Pushing Platonic and Dogs on the Bed

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i don't know lol! i think the ship i've shipped the longest that i'll still go to bat for is hardenshipping

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have scattered WIPs across my laptop and phone--none of them stick out in particular

16. What are your writing strengths? i'm just very good with words in written form all around--they just make sense to me

17. What are your writing weaknesses? probably making really tied together, cohesive, plot-driven stories. do i need to do that? no. am i just one bitch? yes. however, always like WOWWWWW when i see a story tie itself the fuck together (shout outs to my time at sandrock (the video game) and lisa frankenstein as of late)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? pops, love it, not a total necessity. but also, if you do this make sure you know it lol. i only feel comfortable enough to do this in french.

19. First fandom you wrote for? *my longest deep sigh ever* h*talia

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i can't pick! i did a really great job on present time todd anderson--ppl kudosing it ur right!--, just tied it all really nicely together and told it perfectly in a way i didn't fully even realize i was doing at 18; Undo Dawn is my fav like longform fic I've done and I think I brought some really interesting angles to it; and you know what? I really like my most recent story I Think We Might Be Fucked Up Soulmates too--i think i got those girls down to a T!

i don't have a tonnnn of writing mutuals--if you wanna do this go ahead!

[izabesworld]

love ur posts, they are very educational because not many of us are able to find anything good about Romani and Romany in the bad that is posted. im just wondering, do u get hate from romani or romany for posting this?

I’ve received 4 different asks asking this, and I wasn’t going to reply because I understand why I’ve got the reaction that has been handed to me. However, to answer your question, yes.

I’ve received backlash from what I’d say is four different angles. 1) A few people just don’t like Roma, and they don’t like that I’m trying to share more of us with you. Which is fair enough, sometimes people just don’t like others. However, I feel that these responses honestly just fuel me on.

What could a group of over 1 million people have done to you that is so horrific that you dislike each and everyone of us? I’ve received a message telling me of someone’s person experience, saying someone Roma stole their doorbell? (Bit odd of someone to do). However, that was followed by, “so when growing up, as punishment, my mom would say, ‘I’ll sell you to the gypsies’.”

There will be bad Roma and good Roma, however, I do believe it’s important to understand the good Roma will always outweigh the bad, no matter the time in history. It’s like me saying, “France wouldn’t accept us into their country, so I hate the French,” or, “When I was two a Romanian gang set my Vardo on fire, so I hate all Romanians.”

I’m old and mature enough to understand that not all people are like this, and there are good Romanian and French people out there. I wouldn’t actively go out of my way to message a Romanian and say, “hey, I love your post about ***** in Romania, however, you set my vardo on fire, so I can’t accept you as a person.” Not only because that message in itself is self-centred, but also because it’s just plain ridiculous.

2) I’ve received backlash from people who identify as Ghost Romani, which are people who were taken away from their Romani family young, and were brought up in a new culture and are now trying to learn more about themselves.

When I tell people, “you’re not Romani if the only Romani connection you have is your second great grandad,” that isn’t me saying, “you’re not Romani if your parents are Romani but you grew up without the culture.” I understand why it may feel like a sensitive topic to you, because I couldn’t imagine a life where I hadn’t been brought up the way I had, and I understand why you may be upset about my comments, however I did not mean to invalidate you in any way.

If you’re someone who was taken away from their Romani family, you have EVERY right to try get back in touch with your relatives, people and culture.

3) Some people just don’t understand what I’m doing.

They feel manipulated and that I’m trying to twist a narrative of a group of people that has only ever been portrayed as bad. I guess, in that term, you’re exactly right. I am trying to manipulate the content you see, I am trying to make it more historically and periodically accurate. I am trying to twist the negative narrative of our people and turn it into something more positive.

Why would I sit and talk about the bad people in Roma when there is already so much talking about that?

I remember loving that Netflix series, “Inside the world’s toughest prisons”, however coming across an episode named, “Romania : Gypsy Prison”, and thinking here we go again. I wasn’t ignorant and I did watch it, I took it all in. Only to find there’s another source of “Roma representation” that happily uses the word gypsy, presents us as loud, unwelcoming, drug dealers, s3x offenders, murderers and contract killers.

Why isn’t there positive representation in the media? It is because we keep to ourselves? The media does this with every other minority race too, it’ll show how African Americans robbed a shop, how Indians ran a money laundering scheme in Poland. The difference is, though, with these groups, is that there are people online that we actively seek that will share their culture and themselves.

Do you see Korean’s showing off their amazing food, spread the kindness of their culture, only to say in the same video, “some of us murder though”. Do you see people in Zimbabwe sharing their detailed clothing and beyond scenic safari areas, only to go, “many people who own safari sites, do rip tourists off.” No, because they’re sharing and expressing the positives of their culture and way of life.

4) I’m putting us in danger. This response has solely been from the Roma on this app, who send me a message explaining how what I’m sharing hasn’t been shared for a reason and how I’m not putting hundreds of thousands of Roma in danger.

To that I would respond, “okay”.

I am putting us in danger, and that is something I thought hard about before I started posting. However, the further we let stereotypes control the world view on us, the further we hide and not show what good people we can be, how festive we can be, our trades and our hobbies, the further conflict we receive.

Yes, I may be sharing too much, but in this world, too much is not enough.

#peaky blinders #malfoyzsxpeakyblinders #peakyblindershelp

[venusiangguk]

I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

~~~

aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

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[hajimeskitten]

dilf firefighter Iwa, who fucks his baby sitter. that’s the thought.

this is your last year of college, and you babysit for iwa and he is happy to see you graduate, he loves hearing you talk about school, he can listen to it all day. you come over at 10 every-morning before he goes to work, and you, him and his daughter all eat breakfast together. he wants it to be a real thing a family thing, i mean when the three of you are out, people always comment on how cute your little “family” is and he thinks so too. only a ten year age difference, he’s 33 and still looks good and built. he goes off to work and reminds you about her play date with her friend at 1’o’clock. you two made smoothies but she ended up wasting hers all over your clothes. you get your spare clothes bag out the car and it’s just a red skirt, with a twist crop top, with a pair of thigh highs, with garter straps. wow. you change clothes and walk back into the kitchen to check your phone to see that Iwaizumi texted you asking could you bring him lunch after you drop her off. it’s 12:40 so you get her dressed quickly to take her over to her friends, and they tell you they’re gonna drop her off at home after they leave the park later. then you set off to get his lunch to bring it to him..when you make it to the station you walk in seeing all these big men, they’re so big, one of the guys comes up to you and ask did you need help, and you tell him you’re looking for Iwaizumi, and he takes you up to his office and as you’re walking you hear some men say “wow she’s here for the captain” and “yeah she must be his new little thing, she’s sexy”—- you walk in to see Iwa taking his gear off, he looks so good, so broad, how haven’t you noticed this before, oh wait you have, like the time you fingered yourself in his bed while his daughter was in her room sleeping, yeah, or that time you rode the life out your pink dildo thinking it was his cock, you’re starring at him, not even in the world. “well come in y/n” you shake yourself, closing the door behind you. and sit in the chairs in front of his desk handing him his food.. “why did you change clothes, you have somewhere to be?” he perks and you shake your head telling him that it was a little spill at the house. “well you look good” your face flush, he’s giving you little compliments as he tells you about work, and you’re getting turned on by it, you squeeze your thighs together and bite your lip starting off into space “what’s wrong baby?” you look at him shocked mouth wide, from the surprise “uh nothings wrong” did he just call you baby woah woah you’re going crazy in the inside “come here” he says fingers motioning you to come, throwing his empty lunch over into the bin, leaning back in his chair as you stand in front of him, he grabs your hand bringing you to sit on his lap, he brushed the hair out of your face “you’re so pretty baby” he stares up at you, pretty smile on his face “th- thank you haji” he grabs your hips grinding you onto his cock print, you can feel the imprint of the ring of his tip budging at your clit “do what you want with it baby” he tells you, you stand up a little unzipping his pants before taking his cock out, it’s so big, so long, so thick, with two veins. you stroke his cock, having to use both hands to fit it. “you’re doing so good”.

you can’t be quiet he’s fucking up into you so good, your tits bouncing out of your shirt, nipple piercings getting teased and slightly yanked by him, “i’ve always, w-wanted to get f-fuck by you daddy so good” you tell him placing your hands on his shoulders, he picks you up and sits you on the desk, for the best angle, “such a pretty pussy taking such a big cock, be loud i want them to hear you” he’s angling right at your gspot, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back “go harder, i can take it, i promise i can” you moan, you just wanna cum so you can get the best sleep of your life, he fucks into your harder making the whole desk move before he swoops you up and fucks u in the air, so strong, he looks down at the floor to see all ur cream leaking onto it, he wants you to look him in the eye, so you can know how intimate this is. but you can’t focus because your about to cum all over his cock, before you can even say anything you can’t control the way you squirt and leak all over the floor, “aw baby that was so good, daddy’s gonna cum too, where can i?” he slowing down his thrust so you can answer him “on my face please” he takes you off his cock gentle and you get on your knees stroking his cock over your face before he spurts it all on you, some dripping into your mouth and you gladly eat it making his cock twitch a little. by the time you two are all cleaned up, it’s time for him to go train the men. “i want you to stay the night with me, if you want” he tells you, while he walks you to your car, “yes i can stay, i’ll stop by my dorm and get some clothes” he kisses you telling you he had the best time. during the night, you cook dinner for them and watch a movie before you put the kiddo to bed. and late in the night you two fuck on the floor to keep the headboard banging on the wall while you have a pair of panties in your mouth to keep quiet

send in reqs ^_^

#smut #anime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu smut #hq smut #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi imagine #dilf iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #kittenpost

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Obviously, pretty!

JJK x female reader

Tags: established relationship, rainy day sex, washing dishes together, soft domestic things yk, probably the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written on this account hahaha thank u for cleansing my mind with ur request anon, forehead kisses, i didn’t need to tag that but i Needed to tag that u feel me?

Warnings: none

WC: 2137

If there’s anything you know about your boyfriend, it’s that if he can’t go to the gym, he will pout all day.

After going too hard in dance practice, Jungkook ends up too sore to go to the gym one day. His trainer must’ve heard from the choreographer that Jungkook overdid himself, which is why Jungkook’s trainer told him their session for today was cancelled.

“What am I supposed to dooo if I can’t work out on my day off!” Jungkook complains, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wash dishes.

“You could help your wife clean the house.” You joke, knowing it’s your turn to wash dishes anyway since Jungkook made breakfast (or rather brunch) this morning.

You feel Jungkook smile, his cheek fluffing up where it’s pressed against yours. His face gets a little hot whenever you call yourself his wife, but you know he likes it. The two of you are college sweethearts, starting to date in secret shortly after meeting in first year. Fast forward six years and everything has changed. Your doe-eyed college boyfriend is no longer just an idol but part of the most successful band in the world. And not only that, he’s getting a master’s in business, a slightly confusing decision but one that you respect nonetheless.

You yourself have changed, too. You’re now a business woman, working in a skyscraper in Seoul, and doing considerably well for being only two years out of college. You make good money, and Jungkook does too, and you share this high-rise apartment together. Every year, you and Jungkook sneak away to Busan at least once or twice to meet his parents and your own parents have already begun asking when they’re getting grandchildren. So it’s safe to say it’ll only be a matter of time until Jungkook puts a ring on it anyway.

No one knows, but that’s what makes it special.

“Can’t do that.” Jungkook answers, pretending like your flirting didn’t affect him.

You smile as you rinse another plate off. “Why’s that?”

“It’s raining. If I do work while it rains I’ll get sleepy.” Jungkook pouts.

You laugh, rinsing a cloth under the tap and putting it in his hand. “Go wipe down the stovetop. It should be cold by now.”

Obediently, Jungkook lets go of you to do as you said. But you realize he hasn’t let the joke go when he pouts at you. “Okay, work done. Let’s go lay down.”

“Baby, you’ve literally done concerts in the rain.” You tell him.

“I don’t even do concerts. I’m a business major.” Jungkook lies unconvincingly, his cheeks turning pink. You giggle, finishing up the last of the dishes.

“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go lay down.” You take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom. Jungkook shuts the door behind you. You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing to wash dishes (one of Jungkook’s), tossing it aside.

“Babe, that’s not neat!” Jungkook insists, but you whirl around and quiet him with a long kiss.

“You didn’t ask me to come here to do our laundry, Jungkookie. You and I both know that.” You tell him. Jungkook bites his lip, looking at your pretty lips.

“I guess that’s true.” He grins, and you grin back.

You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook leans down, picking you up into his arms with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist as he bounces you in place slightly, hands cupping your ass softly. You love many things about Jungkook, but you especially love how special he makes you feel each time.

Jungkook lays you down like a newlywed bride, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, even your nose.

You giggle at him and he smiles down at you, warm and safe and entirely Jungkook. “I love you.” You whisper, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, admiring that little scar on his cheek for the millionth time.

“Not as much as I love you.” Jungkook says, laying himself down on top of you and starting to kiss you again, this time with more passion.

“Hhh, Jungkook.” You whimper, tangling a hand in his hair.

When you separate this time, Jungkook sits up to take off his shirt. You run your hand down his sculpted abdomen, over his sweet, pretty waist and his toned stomach. You sit up to kiss along his chest, making him hiss as you make love marks in places his shirt will cover. No one knows, except you two. And you love it like that.

Jungkook tucks his hands under the light tank top you’re wearing, making you gasp at how cold his hands are. Jungkook laughs under his breath at your reaction. “I told you rainy days are bad for me.”

“Well that’s why I’m here to warm you up.” You joke, which makes Jungkook giggle.

“What would I do without you?” He says exaggeratedly, but his eyes tell you he means it. With that, Jungkook begins kissing along your neck as he works your tank top up. Since it’s just the two of you, you seldom wear a bra around the house. You moan as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, then in one swift motion presses you down into the bed.

Jungkook slots his thigh between your legs as he starts kissing you lower. He licks and bites gently at your nipples, making you writhe in pleasure. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he makes love marks on the tops of your breasts and around them, kissing down your stomach to your shorts.

He glances up at you for consent, and you nod.

He pulls your shorts and panties off in one clean movement, tossing them to the side despite having just told you to be neater. You grin at Jungkook’s eagerness, but the smile slides off your face when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit.

Slowly, Jungkook gets you wetter and wetter until your inner thighs are shiny with arousal. Only when you’re whimpering does Jungkook insert his fingers into you, one to ease you and then a second to stretch you. Even after all this time, Jungkook pays special attention to your body.

He’s so slow and gentle today that you actually get a bit needy. “Jungkookie.” You sigh. Jungkook sits up, knowing that you’re already close.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well.” Jungkook praises, kissing you all over, down your neck and along your collarbone. You watch as Jungkook takes his sweats and underwear off, then grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. You stopped using condoms when you moved in together (around two years ago) since you’re on birth control. Jungkook always has you ready to take him after some foreplay, but he’s told you he dislikes doing it without lube.

You watch Jungkook lube himself up, then align himself to your entrance. He places one palm on the side of your waist, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “Ready?” He checks with you again. You nod.

You pant quietly as Jungkook enters, both from arousal and his size. It has been years since you did this together for the first time, but Jungkook’s size is always a surprise to you somehow. You like to be stubborn and say you don’t need lube to take him, but you both know you’d need at least a bit for his size.

You pull him in even closer, burying his head in your shoulder. As he bottoms out, you moan his name quietly.

Jungkook smirks, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, this one full of tongue and passion. Jungkook feels your desperation and lets you have control for a moment, just to let you burn off steam. But then, he’s angling his head in and pressing you into the pillow, and you don’t stand a chance under how good he’s making you feel.

“Baby, I need it.” You beg breathlessly. Jungkook smiles faintly at your shyness to say the word “come” in bed, even after all this time.

“Need what, baby?” He teases you, knowing full well you’ll never use dirty talk unless he pushes you to that point. You whine at his teasing. Jungkook kisses your shoulder. “I’m kidding. I know my pretty girl is too shy for words like that.”

“I’m not shy!” You protest shyly. “We-We’re having sex right now! I’m not shy at all!”

Jungkook snorts. “Great observation, genius. Any other amazingly dirty comments?”

You’re starting to squirm under Jungkook’s intense gaze, knowing you always lose at this game. “I want to have a baby!” You announce.

Jungkook laughs. “Give me time to buy a ring at least.”

You’re shocked. “Really?” You ask, eyes wide like someone who Christmas came early for.

Jungkook flicks your nipple with one hand, making you cry out. “Obviously, pretty.” He says confidently, making you think he’s thought about it before. You blush and Jungkook looks at you like you’re an angel he’s captured in his own hands. “Now if you’re done being raunchy and nasty, can we get off? My hips were already sore but having a conversation in this position is even worse than the gym.”

“Baby!” You gasp, scandalized.

Jungkook pretends to look scandalized too. “I said let me buy a ring first!”

You groan into his shoulder, knowing he won again. Jungkook laughs, then starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

You let out little strings of moans and pants as Jungkook continues to fill you up and make you feel good. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s back, holding him close as he fucks into you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes at the pleasure. All you hear are Jungkook’s moans and the rain falling outside your window. At one moment, you wonder if it’s cold out, but then you realize it doesn’t matter. You’re warmer than anything else in Jungkook’s strong arms.

“J-Jungkook--” You feel the pleasure building, about to come.

“I know, baby.” Jungkook says, laying you down all the way again and holding you under his weight as he picks up his pace. Jungkook looks at you, watching your face tighten at every euphoric thrust. “Doing so well baby, almost there. Fuck, my pretty girl.” He showers you in praise and kisses, words falling from his mouth so fast you know he isn’t filtering any of his thoughts at the moment. You love that too, you love everything about him.

Finally, Jungkook’s hips begin to stutter, and he reaches down to rub your clit. You arch your back as you come, Jungkook filling you up shortly after. As you come down from your highs, Jungkook rolls over onto his side, still inside you. He spoons you, tugging the covers on top for a quiet moment.

You find it surprising since Jungkook is quite fussy about cleanliness, wanting to get you in the shower and to air out the room relatively soon after sex. But today he doesn’t even slip his cock out of you, choosing to be nestled deep inside you. It feels warm, but you like it.

“K-Kookie. Why aren’t we getting cleaned up?” You ask.

Jungkook smiles at your tone with his eyes closed. “If you want to get pregnant we have to keep the come inside, don’t we?” He says. You smack his arms which are wrapped around your waist, making him chuckle.

Jungkook cranes his head to make eye contact with you. You look at his sweaty bangs which Jungkook pushed back from his face near the end but fell back onto his forehead messily anyway. It’s the most beautiful sight you know. “Just kidding. I’m just tired today. We’ll shower after resting for a bit, unless you don’t like this.”

You realize now that Jungkook must truly be exhausted from work yesterday. You cup his face, stroking it quietly. “I don’t… hate it.” You admit.

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Watch your words, pretty girl.” He warns you. “I only have so much self-control and your dad will beat my ass if I get you pregnant without putting a ring on it.”

“Do you really have to go and mention my dad right now?” You whine. “And anyway, no one can beat your ass. You’re 6 feet of solid muscle and have a sleeve tattoo, no one would try.”

Jungkook laughs. “Okay fair, no more mentioning my father-in-law from now on.” He says, making you groan in complaint again. Jungkook smiles fondly at you. “But you know I meant that, right? I want to marry you someday and have kids and all that. I don’t know when, since you and I are so busy, but maybe when things slow down we can. Okay?”

You snort. “Obviously, pretty!"

#bts smut #bts fics #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

[faetarou]

𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || inarizaki x reader [second!POV] miya atsumu, suna rintarou, miya osamu

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: hi there!! i rlly love the way u potray the inarizaki and ur writing is amazing!! im so glad ur req is open too!! // can i req for suna and miya twins (or any other characters u want from inarizaki) having a crush on reader who look cold and indifferent on the outside but then they found reader actually play volleyball and is super passionate abt it so reader start to open up to the boys // sorry if its too much details 🥺 thank u very much!! 💖 [from fae: damn i loved this request, thank you so much anon, you're so sweet !! i used a slightly different format to accommodate this one and did change up the req just a little]

warnings // disclaimers || swearing, indifferent!reader

word count || 1.0k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r​ ​, @jojowantstocry , @igyus [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

ATSUMU invited you to come watch his practice on a dare, since he had a pretty big crush on you. Of course, you were virtually the only girl at Inarizaki who didn't have a crush on him, instead choosing to ignore him most of the time ("Your taste in girls is just fuckin' great, Tsumu-" "Oh, shut up, Samu.") and almost every comment you directed at him was stunningly cold. However, he played his cards right and managed to trick you into coming to watch you at volleyball practice ("Aw, is poor Y/N-chan really that scared of me? A-" "I told you not to call me that, Miya, and fine!").

The moment you walked in, he served the perfect jump float that curved unpredictably towards the back of the court and landed just on the line. To top it off, he followed it up with a ripper of a power serve, bouncing so high off the court it nearly hit the ceiling.

Atsumu got the shock of his life when you, cold, uninterested, Y/N, ran over to him with the ball in your hands, your eyes actually lighting up as you gushed about how amazing his dual wield was, and how perfect his technique was, and was he, Atsumu, aware of how freaking cool that was? He literally started blushing as you began to ramble about how you played and wished you could even get close to what he had just done. You, the 'worst girl' to fall for, passionately complimenting him with the biggest smile on his face.

"Jeez, Y/N, if I'd have known you got so excited over volleyball, I woulda invited you way sooner."

Surprising him even more, you didn't comment on his usage of your first name. "Thanks, Atsumu-kun! I really love volleyball!"

Atsumu was ecstatic that he'd learned more about you, especially that you weren't as unapproachable as he'd thought.

Damn, she's cute when she rants.

RINTAROU was surprised to find himself liking you, but, then again you two were pretty similar. Both coming off as uncaring and even mean to people who didn't know you, it came as little shock to most people once he finally discovered his feelings. However, he was extremely awkward around you, not quite knowing what to say to someone the polar opposite of his usual constant of the Miya twins.

Finally, he saw a copy of Volleyball Monthly on your desk, and he came up with an idea, softly, shyly inviting you to practice that afternoon. To his relief, you nodded vigorously, even giving him a smile so uncharacteristic of the cold person you came off as. When you arrived just as the warmup had ended, Rintarou found himself desperate to impress you, face impassive from where you sat to the side.

As Atsumu set to him, he leapt has high as he could, stretching as far over as possible and hitting the ball with a ridiculous amount of spin with his body at a near right-angle. Though he had done it to show off to you, he was outright shocked when you ran directly onto the court to grab his arm, a literal grin on your face.

"Holy shit, Suna, that was so cool! How did you hit it at that angle? And, woah, that spin was incredible-"

You continued rambling as the team cast him somewhat bemused glances, until you cut yourself off when the middle blocker said nothing.

"Uh, sorry, I got a little carried away, I just love to play and wa-"

The Suna Rintarou cracked a genuine smile, a soft lilt to the lips solely for you as he ignored what was occurring at the practice around him.

"I didn't know you were such a big fan of volleyball."

You giggled. Giggled. "I really love it - your spike is amazing!"

He found himself laughing. Maybe I have a chance with her after all.

OSAMU knew he didn't know a lot about you, though he also did know a lot, given that he genuinely liked you. He didn't know the extent of how little he knew about you, though, until he fumbled his way through asking you to volleyball practice (yes, as somewhat of a date) and you replied with a "sure" that was just a little warmer than the usual impartiality of your tone.

He had no time wait for you when you were running late, and started practice instead - unaware as he and Atsumu practiced their quick that you were watching quietly from the doorway. His twin let out a yell as he ran, the set coming so perfectly into his hand as he smacked it down, waiting for the satisfying smack of the ball hitting the ground ...

Which never came, Osamu instead hearing the slap of a volleyball against skin, and he landed from the jump with his grey eyes wide.

You stood on the other side of the net, rubbing your now red arm as the volleyball flew in a trajectory obviously originating from you, a bright grin on your face and enthusiasm shining through your expression.

"Woah, your quick is insanely good!" you said excitedly, ducking under the net to stand right in front of Osamu. "It was way too tough to receive!"

"Y-Y/N?" he barely managed to say, voice shaking in shock.

You laughed, passing the ball back to him and brushing your fingertips against his in the process. "I'm super passionate about volleyball, so I play a little, and it's so cool how good you guys are!"

Warmth filled Osamu's chest as he stared at you, flushed and grinning, and his heart fluttered just a little because of you, and damnit, you were just about the perfect girl, 'indifference' and all.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

#strawberry sorbet #order for: anon #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu fluff #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu headcanons #miya osamu fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou headcanons #suna rintarou fluff #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki headcanons #fae's sorbet

[ptergwen]

Hey Val! I love ur writing so so much and ur amazing! My request is maybe like a Tom Holland x Reader where Y/N is a famous actress and Paddy’s celeb crush, and one day Tom brings Y/N home to meet his brothers and Paddy is vying for her attention and Tom and Paddy get jealous of each other? Thanks in advance if u decide to write this!💕

thank you so much love!! i took forever on this i’m sorry :( please enjoy

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“you’re dating who?” paddy gawks, harry snickering at him from across the table. tom leans back in his chair. “y/n y/l/n. you’ve heard of her, haven’t you?” he clasps his hands behind his head. “i’ve seen all her movies at least twice. i… i love her!” his youngest brother beams. “so do i,” tom playfully challenges.

“darling, you should bring her by tomorrow. sam’s cooking us dinner,” nikki suggests with a supportive smile. hearing his name mentioned, sam peeks up from his phone. “since when?” “since your brother has a girlfriend he’s only just told us about!” she nudges tom’s shoulder. tom bites back the grin growing on his lips. “a girlfriend he loves, at that.”

“he’s not the only one,” harry comments and glances at paddy, whose whole face has gone red. “i guess i could whip something up. i’m visiting the shops later,” sam agrees with a nod at tom. he winks back. “thanks, mate.” turning to his mom, tom’s own face gets warm. “sorry i haven’t said anything, mum. we’ve been trying to keep our relationship on the low. dating in hollywood is…”

“a shit show,” nikki finishes for tom. her words make him chuckle. “exactly. we wanted to make sure we were ready before bringing in the rest of the world.” eager as ever, paddy speaks up again. “i think we’re the perfect people to start with, specifically me.” that earns a quirked eyebrow from tom. “easy there, padster man.” he looks him over, trying to figure out his motives. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to steal my girl.”

paddy points at him with a glint in his eyes tom has never seen. “you don’t know any better.”

the family gets back to their conversation, talking about what you’re like and how their dad’s gigs are going. tom is a bit distracted, though. he isn’t sure what paddy meant by that. realistically, he knows he won’t be stealing you away. there’s a huge age gap among other things. it seems to tom like paddy has a crush on you, a big one. he’s probably just excited to meet you. that’s good, right?

tom doesn’t think about it again until arriving back at his parents’ the next day. you’re with him this time, nervously clutching at your purse in one hand while your free one squeezes his. he frowns at your fidgeting.

“y/n… they’re gonna love you, sweetheart,” he assures you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “how do you know?” you wonder as you two walk up the steps. “because i love you, and i think paddy’s got a thing for you as well.” he’s smirking when he tells you this. scoffing, you curl into tom’s side. “i love you too, but what’s up with paddy?” you stand next to tom on the porch. he rings the doorbell before replying.

“he’s watched your whole filmography, all your interviews,” tom explains, shaking his head lightheartedly. “i’m sure there’s a poster or two of you in his room somewhere.” you pout your lower lip out. “aw, so he’s a fan?” “he’s my competition,” he jokes. your head falls onto tom’s shoulder with a sigh. “he’s a literal child, tom… and your brother.” you glance up at him wickedly. “maybe i can sign his posters. i think he’d like that.”

tom slips his arm around your waist, hearing footsteps come towards the door. “oh, paddy would be thrilled,” he confirms. your response is a hum as the front door swings open. “tom, darling. back so soon?” nikki teases her son, then gives you the warmest grin. “you must be y/n. we haven’t heard much about you, but we will.” you return the smile and let her take your hand to guide you inside.

after all the introductions, you gather outside to sit and talk. sam is in the kitchen cooking, nikki is helping him, and harry is setting the table. that leaves you with tom and paddy. they’re on either side of you, your head on tom’s shoulder and his arm around both of yours. paddy is talking about a school project while you nod along. he’s completely harmless, contrary to how tom described him.

“the deadline is next friday, but i’ve only just started,” paddy explains, you laughing softly. tom’s lips brush your ear. “i’m gonna look for something to drink. do you want anything?” he speaks in a whisper and trails his fingertips over your shoulder. “sure, tommy. whatever you’re having, thanks,” you reply with a kiss to the back of his hand. paddy clenches his jaw as he watches you two.

“what about you, pads? soda?” tom teases and earns a giggle from you. “i told you not to call me that,” paddy groans back. he scrunches his face up when tom reaches over you to ruffle his hair. “someone’s got to put you in your place. soda it is.” “don’t take too long.” you tilt your head back to look at tom. “i won’t.” he licks his lips before pressing them to yours, trying to deepen it form the angle.

“children are present,” you remind him, sitting back up promptly. “be a good boy and get our drinks.” “ok, fine. i’m going,” tom laughs out, pecking your cheek and standing from the couch. paddy rolls his eyes when his brother finally gets inside. he hates being thought of as a child by you, even if he is one. “so,” you start to fill the silence. “what else are you-“

“i think you’re an incredible actress,” paddy says instead with an innocent smile. “really? thank you so much.” you rest your head in your hand, grinning. “tom kinda told me already. he said you’ve seen all my movies.” “did he?” paddy repeats bitterly. he’d probably made him sound obsessed. you’re still grinning. “mhm, and that you might have posters of me.” his eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep pink. he’ll never let tom in his room again.

“between you and me…” you look behind you to make sure tom isn’t coming. paddy scoots closer to you and nods. “i think tom is a little jealous.” “he should be,” paddy mumbles to himself. that doesn’t stop you from hearing. “what are you-“ “how about you help me with my project? i could use the extra hands,” he smoothly changes the subject. must be a holland thing.

“let’s wait until after dinner. tom is gonna be back soon, anyway,” you try to reason. you’re only fueling the fire by saying that. “i need to use all the time i have. come with me!” he’s grabbing your hands before you can protest again. you end up following paddy to his room, tom still sucked into a conversation with the rest of his family. harry sees you two pass by. he murmurs a div to paddy.

when tom gets back outside with two beers and a coke, you and paddy are gone. he frowns, heading to the kitchen once again.

“has anyone seen y/n?” he wonders and scans the room for you. “i think paddy stole her.” “they’re in his room. he just brought her up,” harry replies, his lips forming a line. a bit of anger bubbles in tom upon hearing this. “dinner is nearly done!” nikki gasps. “bring them back down,” sam requests. setting the drinks on the counter, tom sighs. “will do. give me a minute.”

tom’s annoyance only grows as he ascends the stairs. he can hear your giggling from behind the bedroom door, obviously caused by paddy. it’s silly that he’s so jealous of his baby brother, but he knows him well.

the door opens to reveal you laying stomach down on the floor and paddy on his bed. you’re autographing a picture of yourself while he gets books together for his assignment. tom isn’t sure what he was expecting, though he’s relieved this is all it is.

“oh, tom!” you notice him standing in the doorway and cap the pen. “you were right about the posters, babe.” “i see.” tom clicks his tongue. paddy scowls at his brother. “i can’t believe you told her,” he grumbles, you handing him the signed photograph. “no, it’s fine! i think it’s really sweet.” his face relaxes. “nevermind, then.” he’s now making heart eyes at you, tom inhaling a sharp breath.

“y/n/n, can i talk to you?” he asks quietly, eyes flitting over to paddy. “in private?” “um, yeah. i’ll be right back, okay?” you tell paddy with an apologetic smile. he shoots you a thumbs up, tom stepping aside so you can leave the room. “mum wants you for dinner in five, actually,” tom corrects. he’s quick to close the door behind him so he doesn’t have to hear complaints.

you’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. tom walks up to you cautiously. “what the hell was that?” you squint at him. “i came back with the drinks, and you were gone,” he answers lowly, and not to your satisfaction. “which doesn’t answer my question.” “i… well…” tom huffs childishly. “paddy’s whisked you away! i wanted you to spend the night with my family, yeah?” he sets his hands on your hips.

putting your own hands on both his shoulders, you look at him knowingly. “babe, paddy is your family. there’s nothing wrong with some one on one time.” tom stares down at the floor while rubbing his thumb over your hip. he doesn’t say anything. “so what if he has a little crush on me? he’ll get over it.” you take a step closer to him. “what makes you think that?” tom chews his lower lip.

“he’s just starstruck. and, i’m his future sister in law,” you confidently respond, finally making tom perk up. he exhales a laugh and pulls your body against his, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead. “bonding isn’t such a bad idea after all.” “mm, i told you,” you bury your face in the crook of his neck. paddy leaves his room then, his face falling at the sight in front of him. this time, tom puts his pettiness aside.

“get in here, padster man. we’ve got room for one more.”

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