a mess to say the least

warning: mix of NSFW and SWF couple context, otome games, anime & sometimes movies/shows c:

[boulevardofpizzadreams]

the lads boys as your high school classmates

A/n: not sure if anyone else has posted this idea already but it just came to me before i went to bed. also i mainly focus on rafayel in the game but i've seen enough of both xavier & zayn & hope i do them justice. c:

these are literally just late night thoughts and observations and such that i've had while playing. (cannot WAIT until chapter 9 is released omg)

please be nice - let me know your thoughts ^^

XAVIER

• always want to eat lunch with you

• sometimes falls asleep during class. you know that he doesn't want to ask anyone for their notes so you usually send them via e-mail.

• offers to be your study buddy. you two had been paired up for a lab and ever since, he assumes that you'll be his study partner from now on.

• doesn't like being called on but always has an intelligent response

• only considers joining a club if you join too

RAFAYEL

• always wants to see your sketches and projects for art class

• rarely worries about deadlines

• is usually seen eating an apple or sucking on a lollipop. sometimes, he'll ask you to peel the apple for him but he'll tease you for your "technique".

• tries to avoid school events at all costs, way too crowded. he likes the attention and has always been used to receiving it since he was a child. but he'd rather stay at home or hang out with you instead.

• always steals your pen but gives it back if you say "please."

ZAYN

• always make sure you're studying, turning in your assignments on time and asks how you do on your exams

• can be found in the library often

• worries about your sleep schedule and eating habits. sometimes he will pack extra food and a water bottle because he knows that you forgot.

• ignore basically everyone but you. he doesn't really initiate a conversation with anyone in the halls or in class, but always gives you the time of day without hesitation.

• will offer to walk you home/give you a ride

[pianta]

doodles (¬_¬)

★ bsky | ko-fi | ig | prints ★

[sunoooze]

Poke The Bear // L.F

Pairing: Jealous!Felix x Afab!Reader

Genre: Smut MDNI (req: yes/no)

Wc: 3.6k

Summary: Maybe pushing your best friend to his limit wasn’t your smartest idea and you probably shouldn’t have tried to rile him up when he was already pissed…

Warnings under the cut!

Warnings: Dom!felix/sub!reader, Felix is very possessive and jealous, thigh riding, overstimulation (f receiving), dirty talk, degradation, very light breath play, marking, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), Felix talks a lot and loves to tell u what to do, praise, fingering (f receiving), manhandling, creampie, some aftercare, petnames (baby, princess, pretty) cum eating, finger sucking? Just overall rough sex so read with caution my loves.

A/N: I DID IT,,, I WROTE…. I finally, finally have something to post after six long months of writers block (very fun) this probably isn’t my best work and I did write it high on cold and flu medication but it’s something nonetheless! So enjoy and please let me know in the comments how down bad you are for Felix so I don’t feel so alone…

You feel his eyes burn into your curled up frame, leaning slightly into Chan's warmth, the movie blurring in the background as you try to focus on anything but the way his gaze heats your skin, flushing under his attention. Felix had been different lately, more intense, his usual demeanour replaced by something much darker. A bright blue sky turned a deep, moody grey, his soft edges turned sharp and jagged. In all of your years knowing him you had never known him to be so withdrawn and indifferent with you. You knew he had been busy with his schedule tightly packed, walking down runways like he was made for it. You'd shrugged off his moods and odd comments hoping it would pass with the busy weeks he had, spending more time with the other boys instead but somehow he only became less and less like his usual self.

This evening was no different, his eyes glued to where your side pressed into Chan’s, he seemed more tense when you were touchy with the guys even though things had always been strictly platonic. He sits in a chair across the room, his blonde hair falling gently over his eyes, his fingers gripping the glass that holds his drink tightly. He scoffs when you wriggle closer to Chan, pulling the shared blanket over your lap.

‘’God y/n could you be any closer to Chan? You're practically sat on his lap” Felix’s voice comes out deeper than usual, a cocky lilt to his tone. You look over at him rolling your eyes “You chose to sit over there lix, don't act all jealous now’’ you reply, he tongs his cheek, staring you down. If only you knew just how jealous he truly was.

Felix hadn't meant to become so possessive over you, a tangle of emotions too complex for him to decipher, he just knew the way he felt for you was something he couldn't control, something primal. You’d always been his best friend, but that wasn’t enough anymore.

It’s not like you’d never been close with the rest of the boys, at this point you were practically family but lately every interaction, every innocent laugh you shared with them had been pissing Felix off.

You stand and make your way into the kitchen to refill your water, still giggling to yourself over a scene in the movie as you turn on the tap. You hear him before you see him.

“Do you like him?” His voice is low, hesitant.

“Like who? Felix, what are you even talking about right now?” You turn as you speak, coming face to face with him, eyes searching his.

“Don’t play dumb y/n, I’m talking about Chan. Do. You. Like. Him.” Stepping closer to you with every word, his body crowding your own.

“Oh my god no, don't you think I would’ve told you if I liked him? I have no idea where you got that idea from” a laugh bubbling up out of you at the idea of liking someone you viewed as an annoying older brother. You don’t give him a chance to respond as you squeeze past and make your way back into the main living room, his presence following closely behind.

You sit right next to Chan again, defiance written all over your face. If he wanted to come to conclusions about who you liked then you’d let him.

The movie carries on, but you can’t focus on it, not like before. Not with Felix watching your every move, your every interaction.

And maybe you shouldn’t have poked the bear, maybe you should’ve sat somewhere else to save arguments. But it finally felt like he was seeing you as a woman for the first time, not just his dumb best friend he’d known since diapers. His jealousy unlocked something in you that you hadn’t even known was there.

So you acted out, touching Chan's arm whenever he told a dumb joke that made you laugh, scooting closer under the blanket when it was far from cold on the packed couch. Never outright flirting, never anything that would alert Chan to your little experiment, but just enough to keep Felix’s eyes on you. And if you pushed enough, maybe he’d show you how he felt.

The ending credits roll, the place clears, and you hear the telltale jingle of keys and quiet chatter as the boys say their goodbyes. You fall behind, tidying your living room a little due to the trail of destruction the boys always seemed to leave. Blankets strewn across the couch, cups half full left on the coffee table, a few stray pieces of popcorn littering your floor.

You round the corner heading to the kitchen when a hand grabs you in the darkness, crowding you in the dim hallway.

“Fucking hell Felix, you scared the shit out of me” You breathlessly let out a laugh but Felix isn’t laughing. His eyes are dark, his body caging you against the wall, your back pressing into the cool surface as he towers over you. His breath warm against your cheek, his body so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“God you're such a fucking brat, Y/N. Making me watch while you flirted with him, Bet that's what you wanted right, my eyes on you? To get a reaction? Well, now you've got one” his voice is deeper than you've ever heard it, restraint and jealousy colouring every syllable.

You can't think straight with his body pressing into yours, his scent making you dizzy. You try to respond, to come out with something bratty but nothing comes.

“Hm, nothing to say? You weren't this quiet when you were getting all cosy with Chan now were you? He slips his knee between your own, the heat between your bodies rising as he teases you.

“You think he noticed? That every time you touched him, moved closer to him, laughed at his jokes it was really all for me?” His thumb comes up to trace your bottom lip, his soft touch almost too tender for the moment.

His hand slides up your side, his fingertips ghosting past your ribs before he settles his hand at your jaw, tilting your head so you're looking directly into his eyes. You breathe out heavily at the way he barely touches you, keeping you on edge.

He leans closer, his lips almost brushing your own “If I touch you, you're gonna tell me exactly what you want. Need you to use your words baby”

Your brain is going into overdrive, but you know what you want now, and it's him

“Want you to touch me, lix” The words come out breathy, more akin to a needy whine than fully articulated words.

“Good girl” he praises before he kisses you, rough and hungry, stealing all the air from your lungs. He tangles his deft fingers into your hair, angling you exactly how he wants, his muscular thigh pressing harder against you, the friction making you gasp into his mouth.

His touch his heavenly, he has you melting like he knows exactly what you need and exactly how to give it to you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours which has you moaning against him. The wall against your back is cold but Felix is all burning heat, so close that there's no space between you.

He breaks the kiss briefly but only to murmur against your lips “That's it, let me hear how desperate you are for me” His lips are back on yours as soon as the words leave his only this time it's harder, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. The sharp tug sends heat pooling in your abdomen. His kiss claiming you in a way no one else ever could.

You move slightly, desperate for even the smallest amount of friction, and you feel him smile against your mouth as you chase something to take the edge off. His thigh presses in higher, almost exactly where you need him.

“Go on,” he murmurs against your lips, “show me how desperate I make you”

You rock your hips against his thigh, the thick muscle giving you just enough to have you moaning into him. He leans down to kiss your neck, leaving purple marks that will no doubt be there in the morning. You chase your high against him, eyes closed and head back against the wall as he watches you. Moaning his name over and over.

“That's it, sweetheart, look so pretty using my thigh to get off” his hand rests against your tits, hardly constrained in the no-bra tank top look you'd opted for. He teases your sensitive bud through the fabric making you arch against him. It's all too overwhelming and you feel yourself approaching your high in no time.

“You're close aren't you baby, I can feel you shaking, how bad you want it” The only answer you can give is a whimper, desperate to let go.

“Come for me, come on my thigh like a good girl” The command sends you over the edge, your hips jerking against him as you moan his name. He watches you through dark lashes, taking in how well you respond to his touch. But he doesn't stop. Even as you go lax in his hold he keeps moving, pressing against you with slow, deliberate rolls.

“L-lix, I, please, too much” you whisper, completely spent. A second orgasm already building as he teases you.

“I know, baby, I know.” His voice is softer, almost gentle “But you can take it, I know you can”

His thigh presses against you again and again until you're on the edge “That's it, give me another baby” He’s breathless, staring down at where your bodies meet.

You shake your head but your body betrays you, rocking against him until your high crashes over you, a strangled moan leaving you as you throw your head back. It's like he knows your body more than you do, in tune with your every reaction.

He moves his thigh away finally as you come down, catching you as you slump into his arms. Wrecked and ruined for him.

“You did so good for me baby, so so good. Not done with you yet though” he hooks his arms under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, his consistent gym routine making it seem like you weigh nothing at all.

He carries you down the hall, entering your bedroom and laying you down, his body caging you in before you can even process. His lips find their way back to yours, hot and hungry while his hands roam down your body. Over your waist, your hips and then slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts.

You let out a sigh when he runs his fingers over your already sensitive heat, he chuckles darkly at your reaction "You're so wet for me, loved being pressed up against the wall like a needy little thing didn't you?” Your cheeks flush at his words but you nod anyway.

His fingers slide underneath your underwear and between your soaked folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to have you arching off the bed. The overstimulation makes every touch amplified, like it's charged with electricity. But you still chase the feeling.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear "You're so obedient, such a good girl for me” he nips your ear before pulling away. Grabbing the hair tie from his wrist and tying his long blonde hair back. Staring down at you laid out for him, so wrecked and desperate. He's hard and leaking against his jeans, but he's not done with you yet.

“Who made you this soaked, baby? Tell me.” His voice raw with need, wanting your submission, your obedience.

“You lix, only you” your voice is so breathy it hardly sounds like your own anymore. He smiles at your response and then it's gone, his possessiveness coming to the forefront once again.

The moment he starts to kiss down your body you moan out his name, every touch driving you crazy. He kisses down your stomach, pausing to nip at your hip before he slides your shorts and underwear down looking up at you while he undresses you.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Princess” he breathes against your core, the heat of his breath making you drip for him even more.

The first lick is slow, torturous and your whole body jerks in recognition. His hot tongue against your aching bud has you twisting the sheets between your fingers. The pressure is too much and not enough. He licks again, this time with more pressure.

His mouth works over you relentlessly, tongue flicking over your clit, fingers teasing at your entrance until you're shaking, begging for more. You're already on the edge when he slips two fingers inside your wet heat. Curling to find that soft spot inside you while he licks and sucks at your swollen clit.

It's too much, your hands push weakly at his hair, but he pins your hips down with his arm, his pace never faltering. “One more, give me one more pretty girl” he murmurs against your clit.

Another climax crashes over you, harder than the last leaving you boneless against the mattress. He finally pulls away, his lips wet with your release.

He brings his soaked fingers to your cheek and taps “open up baby” You look into his eyes as he places them against your tongue “suck” he commands. You taste yourself on his fingers and moan around him.

His eyes darken at the sound you make around his fingers “Good girl” he praises, the words low and rough. He pushes them a little deeper, watching the way your lips wrap around him, how your tongue curls to lap at the taste of yourself like you were made to obey him.

“So fucking good for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers out slowly, letting a thin string of saliva and slick stretch between you before it snaps.

“Gonna fuck you now pretty girl, yeah? And you're going to take it all. Understand?”

You hum in agreement but he slaps your thigh in response “use your words like a good girl”

“I- I understand” and suddenly he's on you again.

You barely have time to catch your breath before he flips you, your sensitive peaks brushing the soft sheets. He grips your hips and pulls you back against the bulge in his jeans, grinding against you so you can't mistake the thick solid length pressed against your heat. ”Feel that? That's what you did to me all fucking night, brat. Teasing me while you giggled at him”

“Lix-” you start but he winds his hand into your hair, pulling your head back to look at him

“Quiet, be good and take what I give you” he shoves his jeans down just enough, and the blunt head of him is there, nudging against your slick entrance. The first thrust is slow and mercilessly deep, stretching you until you're gasping, your nails digging into the sheets.

“Fuck.. so tight” he groans, hips rolling forward until he's buried to the hilt. He holds there for a beat, making you squirm. “Tell me, do you think Chan could fuck you like this? Fill you like I do?” You answer in a broken moan, “No, no he couldn't”.

“That's right” his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he starts to move, sharp thrusts that slam you forward into the mattress. Every stroke hits deep, right against that spot that has you moaning out for him.

He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, the wet slap echoing around the room. You jolt, the intensity making your toes curl, but he doesn't stop. His thrusts are deep, relentless, each one driving the air from your lungs.

“Too much?” he asks, though the smirk in his tone says he already knows. His fingers find your clit again, slow circles that have you trembling. “You can take it. You’re mine now and I’ll fuck you until you remember who you belong to.”

You moan his name, voice cracking, your body rocking with each snap of his hips. The overstimulation has your legs twitching, your head falling forward into the sheets.“That’s it, take my cock like a good little slut,” he grinds out, his tone filthy and soft all at once. Your moans turn desperate, the pressure in your core building even faster under his ruthless pace.

His hand slides to the flat of your stomach, pressing down so you can feel just how deep he’s inside you. “Right there… You feel how deep I am inside you?”

You can't form coherent sentences, too cockdrunk to reply to his teasing.

“Come on,” he urges, his mouth at your ear now, each word sending shivers down your spine. “Soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me how good it feels.” His words are filthy sending you over the edge once again. You scream his name as another climax tears through you, your whole body clamping down around him.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Felix pulls out, his hands gripping your hips and flipping you onto your back like you weigh nothing. The mattress dips as he climbs over you, caging you in with his body

“Look at me,” he orders, his tone so sharp it cuts through your haze. Your eyes flutter open to find his gaze locked on you, dark and heavy with possession. “Want to see your face when I fuck you this time.”

He grabs your knees and shoves them up toward your chest, folding you open completely, your soaked heat exposed to the cool air and to his hungry stare. His cock, still hard and glistening from you, rests against your entrance as he leans down, mouth brushing yours.

“You’re gonna watch,” he says, tilting your chin toward where your bodies are about to join. “Watch me fuck you so deep you feel it everywhere.”

The first thrust is brutal, deep and claiming, making you cry out. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, his hips pound into you with a rhythm that makes the bedframe slam against the wall. Every stroke has your tits bouncing, his eyes flicking between your face and the place where he’s stretching you open.

Your nails dig into his biceps, the position making you feel every inch of him as he drives into that perfect spot over and over. His free hand moves to your clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles that make your legs shake. “You’re close again,” he says, his tone somewhere between praise and command. “Don’t you dare look away. I want you to watch while you fall apart for me.”

Your eyes stay locked on his, wide and glassy, as your release hits you hard, your walls fluttering around him, dragging a groan from deep in his chest.

“Fuckfuck, gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill this filthy little pussy” his voice is hoarse, chasing is high with sloppy, erratic thrusts. He groans your name as he stills, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you with his cum.

Felix doesn’t move right away, staying buried deep, his thick length still pulsing inside you, keeping you stretched and full. His hands hold your thighs wide, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he stares down at where you’re connected.

He leans forward, one large hand sliding up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel how completely he owns you.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a slow, deep grind that has you moaning. “That’s my cock keeping you open, my cum leaking out of you. You were made to take me like this.”

You shiver at the claim, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He owns you fully and completely, you’ll never belong to anyone else.

Finally, his grip on your throat eases, his hand smoothing along your jaw before tucking a strand of hair from your damp forehead. His eyes softening as he stares down at you.

“There she is,” he says more softly, his tone still deep but gentler now. “Breathe for me.”

You inhale shakily, his weight over you suddenly grounding instead of overwhelming. He kisses your temple, then your cheek, lingering there as his breathing slows. His hands release your legs, rubbing slow, soothing circles into your hips before pulling out of you carefully.

You whimper at the sudden emptiness, and he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your knee as he lowers your legs. “Shhh… easy, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Felix slips from the bed, disappearing for only a moment before returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans you up with soft, delicate warm eyes flicking to your face every time you move slightly. “Ok Princess?” he asks quietly, his thumb brushing the inside of your thigh.

“Mmhmm,” you murmur, voice quiet as you settle.

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Good girl.”

When he’s finished, he tosses the cloth aside and slides back into bed, pulling you into his chest. One arm wrapping tight around your waist while his other hand cups the back of your head, keeping you tucked under his chin. He kisses your hair, murmuring, “You did so well for me, baby. Took everything I gave you.”

Your eyes flutter shut, exhaustion settling in, but he keeps talking, his voice low and steady. “You’re mine, you know that, right? No one else gets to have you like this. Ever.”

He waits for your quiet hum of agreement before nuzzling into your hair. “That’s my girl.”

Thank you so so much for reading!! Any reblogs or likes and comments are so so welcome and very much appreciated (you’ll get a kiss on the head!)

Take care my loves, until we meet again!

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NEVER NOT BABY ✨

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦ about: To FELIX, being younger means you're automatically baby — no matter how many times you try to prove otherwise

YOUNGER GIRLFRIEND SERIES MASTERLIST

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🐥 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

It started with the cereal box.

You were standing on your tiptoes, arm stretched to its limit, fingers just grazing the edge of the top shelf. Determination burned in your chest.

You were so close.

Just one good stretch away—

“Aw, baby,” came a voice behind you, warm and unmistakably smug. “Need help?”

You froze, hand still reaching, and sighed before turning around. Felix stood in the doorway, hoodie sleeves pushed up and sleep still clinging to his eyes. His smile widened the second he saw the guilty look on your face.

“I was fine,” you insisted, even though the cereal box was still stubbornly out of reach.

He padded over barefoot, wordlessly plucked the box off the shelf, and held it out to you like a peace offering. You took it with a huff.

“Y’know,” he added, teasing lacing his tone like honey, “I leave the kitchen for five minutes and you’re already trying to prove you don’t need me.”

“Because I don’t,” you shot back, even though you were already pouring yourself a bowl like nothing had happened. “I can reach it on my own. Eventually.”

Felix leaned against the counter, watching you with those galaxy eyes of his — the ones that made it hard to stay mad, no matter how annoying he was being.

“But you don’t have to. That’s the point.”

“That I should let you do things for me?”

“That you’re baby,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “My baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but the way your cheeks warmed didn’t go unnoticed.

“Felix—” He cut you off, voice dipping into that raspy, affectionate tone that always made your heart trip,

“Doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re younger. That makes you baby. End of story.”

You wanted to argue. You really did.

But then he stepped closer, dropped a kiss to your forehead, and wrapped his arms around you from behind like a human blanket.

You didn’t protest the hug. Not really.

Maybe you melted into it a little. Maybe you leaned back just enough for your head to rest on his chest. And maybe your fingers found his, even as you muttered under your breath, “Still not a baby.”

“Hey… you know you don’t have to prove anything to me, right?”

The question was quiet, barely more than a murmur. But it hit harder than anything he’d said all morning.

You blinked, caught off guard.

“I mean,” he went on, gently, “you act like I’m gonna stop seeing you a certain way if you don’t keep showing me how capable you are. Like I’d think less of you or something.”

You didn’t answer right away.

Because the truth was… he wasn’t wrong.

You weren’t used to being taken care of. You were used to being the strong one — or at least pretending to be. The one who didn’t ask for help. Who handled her own stuff.

Who didn’t need anyone.

But Felix made that hard.

He was so gentle with you it was disarming. So quick to notice the little things — when you were tired, when you were stressed, when you needed to breathe. He never made you feel weak.

Just… loved.

And maybe that was scarier than anything else.

“I just don’t want to be the fragile one,” you said quietly, barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want you to think I can’t handle things.”

You felt him squeeze your hands, grounding.

“Babe,” he said, voice low and sincere, “being taken care of doesn’t make you fragile. It makes you human. You take care of me all the time — maybe not by grabbing stuff off high shelves,” he added with a soft chuckle, “but in ways that matter even more.”

You turned to face him then, arms still looped around each other. His eyes searched yours, and you saw the honesty in them — warm, steady, unwavering.

“You don’t have to be less soft to be strong,” he said. “You don’t have to stop being baby to be enough.”

That did it.

The lump in your throat formed before you could stop it. You looked away, blinking fast, but Felix was already pulling you closer, tucking you into his hoodie like he was trying to shield you from the whole world.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair. “Always.”

You let yourself stay there a while. In his arms. In his hoodie.

In the quiet understanding of someone who didn’t need you to prove anything.

And when you finally whispered back, “Okay… maybe I don’t mind being baby sometimes,”

Felix just smiled, kissed the top of your head again, and said,

“Knew it.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The entire Stray Kids lineup was packed into a neon-lit arcade like it was some kind of mission briefing, each of them dead-set on avoiding defeat like their lives depended on it.

Felix had you tucked under one arm, steering you toward the claw machines while Chan, Changbin, and Seungmin were already arguing over the air hockey table.

“Do you want the capybara or the frog?” he asked, squinting at the stuffed animals inside the glass case like this was a military operation.

“You don’t have to win me anything—”

Felix looked personally offended. “Excuse you. I’m contractually obligated to win you something every time we go to an arcade.”

You laughed. “By who?”

“By love,” he said dramatically, already slotting coins into the machine.

You leaned against him, watching as he carefully maneuvered the claw — tongue poking out slightly in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

And then—

Clank.

The claw dropped the plush just before the chute.

“Aw, baby,” came a too-loud voice from behind. “Tried your best.”

You turned to see Han and Lee Know approaching with matching smirks, clearly having witnessed the whole thing.

“Don’t ‘aw, baby’ me,” Felix said, straightening up. “I’m doing this for her.”

Han raised a brow. “Right, right — you, the actual baby of the group, playing dad now.”

Felix looked unbothered. “I contain multitudes.”

Minho nudged you playfully. “You okay, Y/N? Is he feeding you snacks? Keeping you hydrated? Letting you nap between activities?”

You grinned. “He actually did bring an extra water bottle just for me.”

“See?” Felix said proudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Taking care of my girl.”

Changbin wandered over mid-sentence, catching just enough to join in with a mischievous grin. “Isn’t this the same guy who cried during Finding Nemo last week?”

Felix blinked. “You were crying too!”

“I was moved! That’s different!”

Jeongin chimed in from the other side of the arcade. “Felix, do you want your milk in the blue or green sippy cup today?”

Now everyone was laughing — even you, though you tried (and failed) to hide it behind your hand.

Felix turned to you, mock-offended. “Are you seriously laughing with them?”

“I mean…” you giggled, “you are kind of getting roasted, baby.”

His jaw dropped, scandalized.

You gave him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re my baby.”

The other boys howled.

“WHIPPED!” Seungmin shouted.

“Absolutely destroyed,” said Minho, fake wiping a tear. “Can’t even be mad. That was smooth.”

Felix just smiled, unbothered, clearly too content with your attention to care. He tightened his grip around your waist and whispered, “I’m still gonna win you that plush.”

“You don’t have to,” you murmured.

“Too late,” he smirked. “My pride’s on the line.”

And sure enough, twenty minutes later, he was triumphantly handing you a very squishy, slightly lopsided stuffed frog — his face glowing with victory while the rest of the boys dramatically bowed to his claw machine skills.

“Who’s baby now?” he asked, smug.

“Still you,” Jeongin replied.

But that didn’t matter.

Because Felix had one arm around your shoulders, your laugh in his ears, and a frog plush in your hands — and honestly? That was more than enough for him.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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The way Minho has always been in Kitty’s path of travel.

Their “original” first encounter was suppose to be her bumping into him on the plane as well.

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Zoey and Mira embracing the patterns look~ ✨✨✨

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kpop demon hunters as anime 🎶✨

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Projecting our period cramps onto Saja boys

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Creampie

Pairing: Trey Clover x Female MC

Warnings: creampie, food play, unprotected sex, porn no plot, p in v

BORDERS BY @uzmacchiato | REQUEST MADE BY KIYO

The school kitchen stood quiet. It was after school hours, and the late afternoon sun was filtering through the windows. Trey wiped his hands on a towel, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he measured out flour for the batch of cupcakes they were making. MC stood beside him, she cracked eggs into a bowl, the rhythmic tap echoing softly.

"MC, can you pass the sugar," Trey asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, a tension that had been building for weeks. He watched her bend slightly to grab the bag, her body curving in a way that made his grip tighten on the whisk. They had volunteered for this baking club cleanup, but now it felt like more, the air thick with unspoken wants needs.

She handed it over, their fingers brushing, and a spark jumped between them. Trey poured the sugar slowly, his mind wandering to how sweet her skin might taste. "Stir this," he instructed, stepping closer to guide her hand on the bowl. His chest pressed against her back, the heat of him seeping through her blouse. She felt his breath on her neck, and she could sense the restraint fraying.

As she mixed, a dollop of batter splattered onto her wrist. Trey's hand shot out, grabbing her arm gently at first. "Let me," he murmured, lifting her hand to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, licking the batter from her skin. She gasped, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. "Trey..."

He didn't stop. Instead, he sucked lightly on her pulse point, tasting the vanilla and sugar mixed in with her warmth. "You taste better than the batter," he said, his free hand sliding to her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her hip, insistent and growing. Begging to be let free.

The bowl forgotten, Trey spun her around, backing her against the counter. Flour dusted the air as he dipped a finger into the batter and traced it along her collarbone, smearing the sticky sweetness. He leaned in, his mouth following the path, licking and nipping at her skin. She moaned, her hands clutching his shirt, the sound raw and needy.

"I've wanted this," he admitted, voice rough as he grabbed a jar of cream from the counter. He unscrewed it with one hand, the other hiking up her skirt. "Held back for so long, watching you every day." His fingers dipped into the cool cream, then painted it over her inner thigh, inching higher. She trembled, her breath hitching as he knelt, his tongue lapping at the trail he left, savoring the mix of dairy and her arousal.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. "Trey, please..." Her plea dissolved into a moan when his mouth reached her panties, soaked already. He tugged them aside, spreading more cream along her folds before diving in, his tongue delving deep, fucking her with wet, hungry strokes. The sweetness coated his lips as he sucked on her clit, rough and unrelenting, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open.

Her hips bucked, moans spilling freely now, echoing in the empty kitchen. "Oh god, yes, just like that." Trey groaned against her, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge. Before she could reach her peak, he stood abruptly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before lifting her onto the counter. He ripped her blouse open, buttons popping, some scattering on the kitchen floor.

Grabbing a handful of chocolate chips from the bowl, he sprinkled them over her exposed breasts. His mouth descended, sucking one nipple hard while his teeth grazed the chocolate melting against her. She arched, crying out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder," she begged, and he obliged, biting just enough to sting. His hand kneading the other breast, smearing cream from the jar across it.

Trey's control snapped. He yanked his belt off, and his jeans dropped to the floor. He pulled off his boxers, freeing his thick cock, already throbbing and leaking pre-cum. He rubbed the tip against her slick entrance, her panties still pushed to the side, coating himself in her wetness mixed with the remnants of cream. "You're so fucking wet," he rasped, then thrust in deep, without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

She screamed his name, the stretch burning deliciously as he pounded into her, the counter shaking with each slam. His hands gripped her hips, bruising, pulling her onto him harder. "Take it," he grunted, leaning down to lick chocolate from her neck while his cock drove relentlessly, hitting her sweet spot inside her over and over.

Moans poured from her lips, loud and desperate, mixing with his own groans of pleasure. His thrusts grew erratic, rougher, as if all the pent-up desire fueled every plunge. "Gonna fill you up," he promised, voice strained.

She clenched around him, her orgasm crashing through her, walls pulsing as she wailed, "Trey! Fuck, yes!" He followed seconds later, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts, the sensation was warm and overflowing as he kept pumping, milking every drop.

They stayed locked together, panting, the kitchen smelling of sex and sweets. Trey kissed her forehead, still buried inside, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Next time, we bake pies."

[froggiewrites]

hey, congrats on 100 followers! i love the way you write zoro and sanji and the final chapter of "picture you" has me craving some zoro x reader x sanji smut. could we maybe get a taste of that, please? 🙏

I've been thinking about writing a threesome for Sanji and Zoro since I finished Picture You, but I was nervous to try it, so thank you for giving me an excuse to push myself out of my comfort zone a bit 😊 I hope you enjoy it!

Two for One

Pairing: Zoro x Reader x Sanji

NSFW

Summary: Sanji and Zoro have been fighting even worse than usual lately for reasons beyond your comprehension, and everyone else is growing sick of it. Once you finally figure out why, you decide you three are all going to solve this together. Warnings: Smut, Clueless Reader, Canon Typical Zosan Fighting, Praise Kink (if you squint) Word Count: 3.2k

“Shut the hell up, mosshead!”

“Only if you get out of my goddamn face, you damn cook!”

Your crewmates were moments away from tearing each other’s throats out. They always were, of course, but the tension had grown so thick lately it was almost hard to breathe in the same room as them. You have no idea what caused them to turn into rabid dogs, constantly barking in your ears, but it was absolutely unbearable.

“Will you two stop?” Nami smacks them both softly upside the head, glaring harshly. “Don’t make this our problem. Look around, you two. Look at what you’re doing.” There’s something behind her words you can’t quite make out, and both of their gazes turn specifically to you, taking in your tense shoulders and the way you’ve begun to hunch in on yourself a bit. The tension eases slightly as they both slump a little with shame, before Sanji quickly grabs your hands.

“I’m so sorry, my dear. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. The brute and I will stop now. “

“Brute?” Zoro snaps. “You little–” He looks at your face before stopping, letting out a huff, and storming out.

Sanji reluctantly lets go of your hands when a timer goes off in the distance. “Well, duty calls, angel.” He skitters off into the kitchen.

The rest of the crew lets out a relieved sigh. Brook places a skeletal hand on your shoulder. “Good luck with that.”

“What?”

Robin and Franky chuckle, like this is a joke you aren’t in on, and Nami sighs. “You really don’t know?”

“Know what exactly?”

“Oh my god.” She sighs, resting her head in her hands. Everyone else laughs again, slowly filing out and patting her on the back, silently designating her with the task of explaining.

“What is it? What don’t I know?”

“The reason they’ve been fighting. You haven’t noticed a pattern at all?”

You think back to all of the most recent arguments you’ve witnessed, and you can’t think of a single thing that connects them. One about who was more handsome, one over who was stronger, and, strangely, one over who was better at fishing, which is something you didn’t think either of them were particularly invested in. “They’re the same stupid fights they’ve always been, just worse.”

“Not…exactly. Think harder. Have you walked in on any fights recently? Or have they always started when you’re there?”

You’ve been unfortunate enough to witness the rising tension firsthand every time recently. “I’ve been there for all of them. It’s sucked.”

“So you’ve been there for every single one.”

“Well I don’t know if they’ve fought when I’m not around. I’m not there.”

She sighs deeply. “I–okay. That’s fair actually. If I told you they barely ever fought when you weren’t around, would that help at all?”

You narrow your eyes, puffing out your cheeks slightly in thought. “It’s…my fault.”

“Yes?”

“They’re…mad at me.”

“Wait–”

“They hate me.”

“No! Oh my god. They’re fighting over you. Because they’re in love with you.”

Your eyes widen, jaw going slack against your will. “What?”

“You really never noticed? Why do you think Sanji insists on dragging you to the kitchen and slowly rolling up his sleeves directly in front of you, and constantly unbuttoning his top button? Or why Zoro insists on training in front of you, or doing push ups with you on his back?”

You pout. “They’re my friends and they wanna spend time with me?”

Nami hesitates at that. “Okay, um. Yes. That too. But they only do it with you. Sanji hates letting other people into the kitchen that much. And Zoro hates being bothered when he’s training. They’re trying to show off. They want to show off how strong and cool they are, because they want you to fall at their feet and beg to have sex with them.” She sees your eyes dim a bit at that, so she quickly corrects. “They want you to like them, is the point. I mean they definitely also want the sex, but really they just want you, and the idea of the other one getting you first pisses them off.”

You blink. “Oh.” You shift, eyes narrowing in thought. “So…they want to have sex with me.”

“Yeah. A lot.”

You think for a moment, wondering how you could possibly choose between the two of them. Your dear friends, your dear, wonderful, handsome, sexy friends. “What do I do now?”

“You pick one, I guess.” Nami sees the frown on your face, and you can see the realization sink in. “Or…you don’t?”

“Do you think they’d be okay with that?”

“For anyone else? No, probably not. I think their pride would get in the way. But for you?” She smirks. “I think they’d do anything you wanted, and they wouldn’t even have to think for a single second about it.”

“I wouldn’t want to push them into anything they’re uncomfortable with.”

“You think they of all people could be pushed into anything they’re uncomfortable with?” She laughs. “I promise you, they wouldn’t. Just go ask. I think you’ll be happy with their response. And the rest of us won’t have to listen to their stupid dick measuring contests anymore.”

You leave the kitchen, steps lighter and filled with determination. Your extremely hot and wonderful friends want you, and you want them. You have great things ahead of you.

Zoro is up in the crow’s nest training, shirtless and sweating, which seems to be his default state. He sees you out of the corner of his eyes, and his next slash is particularly strong and dramatic. He even looks back to see how you react. How did you not notice the way his eyes lingered on you before?

“Hey Zoro?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you meet me in my room in about an hour? I need to talk to you.”

His eyes absolutely light up, even if his face remains neutral. “Hm? Yeah, sure, I can do that.” When he thinks you aren’t looking, he has the smuggest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. He thinks he’s won. And he has, in a way.

You wander to find Sanji in the kitchen next. “Sanji?”

“Yes, my love?” He gives you an affectionate smile before returning his attention back to the onions he’s chopping.

“Can you meet me in my room in an hour? I have something important to talk to you about.”

He doesn’t try to hide the way he lights up, giving you a heartstopping smile. “Of course, angel! I won’t keep you waiting!” He starts humming a love song as you leave, affection written clearly on his face.

And then you wait. A few times you wonder if this is a bad idea, if it will make them hate you, but you reassure yourself that Nami would have told you if it would fail. She wouldn’t let you walk into a trap like that. You bounce your leg anxiously as you wait for your friends to arrive.

Sanji is first, of course. He shows up exactly an hour from when you talked, down to the second, an offering of your favorite drink in hand. “Hello, darling. I brought something for you!” His smile is so excited you almost feel bad for not letting him know the rest.

“Thank you, Sanji. That’s so sweet.” You take it gladly, taking a grateful sip and letting the flavor wash over you.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He’s leaning closer, longing clear on his face, but you hold strong instead of kissing him senseless like you want to.

“I can’t start until we’re all here.”

“We? All?”

Zoro opens the door nearly immediately after, joy clear on his face before it sours at the sight of Sanji. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“Darling, why is this bastard interrupting?” Sanji is glaring at him, putting himself between you two as though he’s protecting you.

You set your drink down on a table before regarding both of them. “I need to talk to both of you. …If you’re okay with that.”

They regard each other a moment before humming in affirmation, looking at you expectantly.

“So I found out recently that you guys are…fond of me.”

They nod.

“And I’m fond of both of you.”

Another nod.

“And I thought that…maybe…we could all share in that fondness. Together. At the same time.”

“You want a threesome?” Zoro is straight to the point.

“Well, more than one, ideally.” He laughs, while Sanji sits in silence, brow furrowed in thought. You continue, unable to stop yourself in your anxiety. “I like you guys a lot, and I was hoping you’d be okay with this, but I understand if you aren’t–”

“I’m okay with it.” Sanji speaks up with a firmness you didn’t expect. You expected an argument, maybe reluctant agreement, but he seems to have no reservations. “Whatever you want, I’ll do. Simple as that.”

“I don’t want this if you don’t, though.”

“I do want this.” His cheeks turn a little pink. “The thought is…not terrible.”

“I’m also down.” Zoro immediately starts approaching. “So we should start now, right? Break this whole thing in?”

You freeze for a moment, a deer in headlights. You really expected at least a little arguing. “So you guys are really okay with it?”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely.”

“Shit. Um, okay. I wasn’t ready for this to go well. Uh, let’s start then. I guess.”

“Yes ma’am!” Sanji is on you before you can even process he’s moved, hands hooking under your thighs and pulling you against him. He kisses you hard, but before you can sink in and enjoy, he’s flipped you around to face Zoro. “Let’s christen this voyage, huh?”

Zoro scoffs. “That was so cheesy.” Even with his annoyed grumble, he seems pretty thrilled. He captures your mouth with his own, rough and demanding. His lips are chapped, and he quickly slides his tongue across your lips, demanding they open. You do so gladly, allowing his entrance, and you’re quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of Zoro taking what he wants from you as Sanji grinds against you, hands wandering and squeezing everything they find. He gropes your breasts, your thighs, before eventually landing on your clothed cunt, making you gasp into Zoro’s mouth.

“God, darling, you feel just as wonderful as I imagined.” Sanji’s voice is dripping with affection and lust as he squeezes you again. “So soft, so perfect. Absolutely made for us.”

Zoro parts from you just to comment. “You really are,” he mutters, squeezing your tits. “Absolutely perfect. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

Sanji makes a soft tsk. “Not ruin. You could never ruin such perfection.”

“Watch me.”

Zoro quickly sheds you of your top and bra, leaving your tits on display for the two of them. They both pause in their movements a moment, just quietly admiring your body, before their hands fight over who gets to feel you first. Sanji ends up with your right breast and Zoro ends up with your left as they both squeeze and prod however they want. When Zoro gives a particularly hard squeeze to your nipple you can’t help but whine, rolling your head forward into his shoulder. This makes you miss the shit-eating grin he gives Sanji, but the other man notices it immediately. In response, he shoves his hands down your pants, rougher than he would normally be, quickly finding your clit to rub.

“Oh god,” you cry, muffled by the fabric of Zoro’s shirt.

“Hear that, mosshead? That was all me.”

“Oh yeah?” Zoro’s voice is cocky as he rolls your breast in his fingers again, making you moan. “I’d say that was me.”

“You two are insufferable,” you murmur.

“You think?” They chorus, and you realize that there’s always one thing they can agree on: a common enemy. Quickly their hands start to work in unison instead of opposition, Zoro always squeezing whenever Sanji takes a break and vice versa. They don’t allow you a single moment of peace, always pushing you closer and closer to the brink, closer and closer to losing yourself, before they pull back, not quite ready to give you your pleasure quite yet.

You don’t remember losing your pants. You were too focused on the feeling of Sanji’s bare erection pressed against your ass, the feeling of his warmth against your back, the sight of Zoro’s scarred chest and perfect cock right before your face. Sanji pushes you down so you’re eye level with it as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re not going to go easy on you.”

“Don’t listen to him, angel. We’d never be rougher than you can take.” You can’t help but notice the implication that there is a level of roughness you can take, but you don’t voice the thought, left silent by the heat of their bodies and the tension in the room. You’re practically drooling at this point for somebody, anybody to fill one of your waiting holes.

“Please,” you mutter, unsure exactly what you’re asking for, or from who you want it. You just want them, all of them, and they’re more than happy to provide.

“Of course, sweetheart. Just relax. We’ll take care of you.” Zoro’s voice is gentler than you’d expect when brushes his tip against your mouth. His hand tangles itself in your hair, ready to guide you forward, but he’s careful not to pull too hard.

“We’re here for you, always.” Sanji’s voice is gentle as well, but his hands on your thighs are rougher than you’d expect. You had always imagined him a tender lover, treating you as though you’re made of glass, but it seems the spirit of competition has made his hold a little tighter. You’re excited to see if it makes any other parts of him rougher as well.

They thrust in at the same time. Zoro fills your throat slowly but steadily, and Sanji fills your hole in a single thrust, pushing you forward into Zoro. You moan around him, and he shivers at the feeling of the vibrations. He pets your head affectionately, muttering quietly, “That’s it, sunshine. Just like that.”

“Oh god angel, you’re even more perfect than I imagined.” Sanji relishes in the feeling of bottoming out in you, in your warmth and wetness. He allows his eyes to close for a moment, head thrown back with pleasure, before he allows his hands to settle on your hips and prepares himself for the job ahead.

They make eye contact, sharing a single nod before they begin to move without mercy.

You expect Zoro to demolish your throat without hesitation, but his movements are slow and precise. You expect Sanji to take his time enjoying you, but his thrusts are quick and deep, relishing in the feeling of you. You wonder if having them together has evened them out, bringing them to a center between Zoro’s harshness and Sanji’s carefulness that allows them both to lose themselves a bit, treating you less like a toy or glass and more like another person who’s simply thrilled to participate.

As you move, Sanji squeezes your hips just firm enough to keep you still without risking bruising your skin. He leans down, pressing warm kisses to your back, muttering praising words, yes and more and just like that, angel against your skin. Zoro is also whispering to you, as one hand rests in your hair and the other rests on the back of your neck possessively. His words are less obviously worshiping but no less affectionate, even as he whispers more and yes, good girl and fuck to nobody in particular. You close your eyes, soaking in the words of the men against you, absorbing their warmth and affection and need. You don’t think you’ve ever heard their voices turn more desperate or wanting than they are right now.

Sanji gives one particularly hard thrust, pushing you further up Zoro’s cock until your nose is resting in his pubic hair, and they both give a deep moan in unison.

“Yes!”

“God, there you go!”

You honestly couldn’t tell who said what at this point, too lost in the sensation of it all.

As their thrusts grow rougher and more sloppy, Zoro’s hand starts to grip your hair tighter, pulling in a way that makes you keen. Sanji slides one of his hands from your hip to your clit, rubbing small precise circles around the bud. You thrust your hips slightly when he does, and you can hear him chuckle. “Almost there, darling. Just a little more.”

Zoro cums first, thrusting deep into your throat and holding you there as he cums in your mouth, inadvertently forcing you to swallow it all. He gives a few small thrusts into your mouth, fully emptying himself, before he pulls out. You manage to ground yourself for long enough to look him in the eye and open your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue, showing him not a single drop was wasted. He groans, lust clear on his face.

You expect Sanji to be second as his thrusts grow more erratic, but then you hear his soft whispers. “So close, angel. Just a little more. Together now.” His finger on your clit is relentless, calluses rubbing you in all the right ways. It’s only once you let out a high pitched moan, tightening around him, that he allows himself to release into you, painting your insides white. You clench around him, and he leans forward, biting gently into your shoulder, just enough to ground himself. He continues thrusting into you and giving attention to your clit until he’s sure you’re finished, before he finally pulls out, cum leaking from your cunt onto the wooden floor.

You’re about ready to collapse, but before you can, a pair of strong arms wraps around you, guiding you to your bed. “You did great,” Zoro murmurs softly, resting your head against your pillows. Sanji disappears for a moment before reappearing with a damp washcloth, which he uses to lovingly clean you up and erase any trace of the act other than the bite mark on your shoulder and cum inside of you.

“Did you like that?” You murmur sleepily. You know they did, felt it firsthand, but you still feel the need to confirm.

“More than you could ever know,” Sanji whispers tenderly. He then grows a vicious smirk. “And it felt wonderful to be the first one to make you cum, darling. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, with or without current company.”

Zoro scoffs. “You may have made her cum first but I’ll make her cum faster next time, just you watch.”

“In your dreams, mosshead. Though I guess you do know something about cumming fast.”

“Watch yourself, cook.”

You laugh as you realize this didn’t solve any of the arguments your crew thought it would. That’s alright, though. You didn’t mind. They could fight over you any day.

[xiaomikome]

Happy birthday Rafayel!

[kyo-yun]

Pretty Fish

[renegadesstuff]

THEY ARE BACK ON APRIL 2 🥹💕

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[anopuff]

more Yato doodles-- I was very inspired by how Adachitoka draws detailed folds, and wanted to play with rendering clothes in these pieces!

also I think Yato looks good in anything BUT his usual way of wearing his sweater lol