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magicaldice · 3 days ago

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Synopsis: Y/n goes to a party with her bestfriend without telling her toxic boyfriend. She unexpectedly meets Chris sturniolo & things start to unravel overtime.

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pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6 pt 7 pt 8 pt 9 final part.

I've never experienced something like this before. 25 minutes of arguing between me and Jackson went by. The arguing is normal, but not what we were actively arguing about.

"Tell me who the fuck it is y/n I'm not playing" Jackson yelled. I felt terrible. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I don't know what I got myself into.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jackson" I said. Jackson sat on my bed, looking devastated. He looks genuinely so hurt that it's almost kind of shocking.

"Y/n tell me who it is. Just tell me. I deserve the truth" Jackson said. He had been asking who gave me the hickey over and over. I didn't want to tell him. But I ended up giving in.

"Chris" I said quietly, ashamed. "Chris? Chris Sturniolo?" He asked. I nodded my head. "So, when you said you were at Madi's- you were actually with Chris" he said putting the pieces together.

My breath was shaky; my body being consumed by guilt. "I can't believe this" Jackson said, seemingly very shocked at the situation.

"I'm calling him" Jackson said grabbing my phone. "No!" I yelled. No fucking way would I let Jackson call Chris. Not even on my death bed.

"Okay then I'm just going to go to his house" Jackson said. "No are you fucking crazy?" I yelled. "I'm the one crazy one? Really?" He said clearly unamused.

Jackson grabbed his car keys off the table and headed to the front door. "Jackson please! Stop!" I yelled, running after him. "You can either come or you can be dropped off at your house" he said.

"Jackson please!" I begged. "Pick where your going, because your not staying here" he said. "I can't do this Jackson please just forgive me" I said.

"Your sick in the head y/n. I'm not forgiving you, you cheated" he said. He walked out of the front door towards his car. I put my shoes on, feeling sick to my stomach.

I walked out to the car, Jackson waiting for me as he's in the driver seat already. "Please. Don't do this" I begged. He didn't listen, he started to drive.

He started driving towards Chris's house and every moment that we got closer to his house I felt the pit in my stomach grow. "Jackson I'm sorry" I said.

"You cheated. You did what you did. Now live with it" he said. His words sliced my heart open. I never wanted this to happen like this.

We had arrived at Chris's house and my heart was beating so fast that I wanted to throw up. Jackson got out the car immediately, and I followed him.

Jackson knocked on the door, seconds after he was met with Madi in front of him. "Hey" she said more like a question instead of a greeting. Confused on why Jackson was at her front door.

"Hi is Chris here?" Jackson said. Madi gave me a look of confusion mixed with concern. "Yeah, he's here I can go get him" Madi said, oblivious to the situation that was going on, once again.

After a few moments Chris was standing in front of me and Jackson. "Hey bud, so I found out we've been sharing y/n" Jackson said in a very sarcastic tone.

Chris looked at me and then back at Jackson. I see Madi in the living room watching the scene unfold. She gives me a disappointed look. "What do you want" Chris said, looking at Jackson.

"I want you to explain why you think it's okay to try and fuck people's girlfriends" Jackson said. Chris's jaw clenched. "I mean clearly y/n is easy. She's got slut tendencies" Jackson continued.

Tears were streaming down my face. I hated this so much. "Watch your fucking mouth" Chris said, warningly. Madi was still watching everything. I couldn't look at her in her eyes.

"I mean I'm telling the truth, right? Because an hour ago me and y/n were about to have sex. And then I see fresh hickeys on her tits. She was with you and then came to me. You couldn't please her good enough clearly" Jackson said.

Chris looked at me. Every soft version that I had seen of him had disappeared. He looked disgusted almost. "You guys were about to have sex?' He asked me.

"It's not like that Chris. I was going to break up with him. I just felt like I owed him" I said. I wasn't trying to justify my actions, but I so badly needed Chris to understand.

"You hear that Chris? Slut tendencies" Jackson chuckled cockily. "I need both of you to leave" Chris said. "Chris I'm sorry, please just understand" I begged.

"Look at her begging you to understand that she's nothing but a cheater" Jackson said. "Leave" Chris repeated. "You can have her bro. I don't need her anymore" Jackson said.

"Can you both just leave. I don't need to deal with all of this" Chris said. "Im so sorry Chris" I said, eyes filled with tears. "I'm not doing this with you y/n" he said. "You can keep her" Chris said to Jackson before slamming the door shut.

Jackson looked over at me and smiled and then walked back to his car. I followed behind him. "Ill drop you off at your house and then I promise youll never hear from me again" he said

I stayed silent. Not able to comprehend the whole thing. How did I let this happen? How could I be such a fool?

After Jackson dropped me off at home I had stayed in my room and cried for numerous hours. I tried calling Chris, he didn't answer any of the calls.

My whole body hurt. My heart, my soul and mind were in shambles.

from madi: hey girl. I think it's the best if we just kind of end this friendship. I'm sorry but you hurt Chris really badly and I refuse to stand by that. don't show up to the house because I'm not going to answer the door for you. wish you the best :/

The text from Madi only deepened the wound. I should of never done this. I should of never allowed any of this to happen.

Then a couple minutes later I received another text.

from chris: I thought what we had was real. I was so blind. I'm leaving everything in the past and moving on. Im blocking you because I love you. and im just now realizing the love was one sided. goodbye y/n.

I violently sobbed when I read the message. He said he loved me. I tried calling him and none of the calls went through. I tried calling Madi, none of the calls had gone through for her either.

They blocked me. I wanted nothing more than to show up at their house and get on my knees and beg.

I went to Katie's room but she wasn't there. I called her.

"Katie please come home I cant do this" I cried into the phone. "What's going on?" Katie asked. "I fucked up. I fucked up so bad Katie" I cried.

Katie came home instantly. "It's okay y/n" she said holding onto me. "It's going to be okay" she consoled me. "He's just a man. No man is worth this amount of stress" Katie continued.

Although she was right, it wasn't helping in the moment. I wanted to do anything I could to forget all of this. I wanted to run away, start a new life.

I cried in Katies arms for so long. I fell asleep in her room, her cuddling me, reminding me that everything was okay. I never got to tell Chris that I loved him back.

A year later.

I had a completely different life a year ago. Me and Katie still live together. I've taken my time to heal, to grow as much as I could. Life was starting to feel good again.

"Im gonna go get some snacks from the gas station" I said to Katie. It was 10 pm and I had been craving the blue slushie that the gas station sold.

As I arrived at the gas station I was excited to fulfill my cravings. I walked into the gas station, and walked through an ailse to find something sweet.

I heard a group of people laughing from the other aisle and it had me cringe. I did not need anyone to see me right now, I was in sweatpants and a tank top. Clearly in my “idgaf outfit”.

I quickly grabbed a bag of peach rings and headed towards the slushie machine. I turned the corner and accidentally ran into someone, dropping the peach rings.

I bent down to grab the peach rings, repeating how sorry I was for being clumsy. And after picking the peach rings back up off the floor I stood up and was met with a very familiar face.

It was Matt sturniolo. And behind him was Madi. My heart dropped as we stared at each other blankly. I heard laughs from around the corner come closer and then a voice I had tried to forget.

"Matt what are you-" Chris said and stopped mid sentence before stopping in his tracks when his eyes met mine. We all stared at each other, alot of unspoken tension.

"Babe I got the slushie" I heard a girls voice call out. I watched as a girl approached Chris and grabbed his arm. He looked like he had been stuck in a trance, his eyes stuck on mine.

I watched Chris look back over at the girl and give a soft smile. Matt and Madi were still staring at me, like they want to say something but the words wont come out.

"Babe can I get this bag of chocolate covered pretzels as well" she said smiling at Chris, completely unaware of what was going on. He looked down at the girl "yeah of course" he said.

She stood on her tippy toes and leaned in to kiss him. And then she finally noticed me. "Oh my gosh your so pretty" she said to me. I gave a faint smile, looking at Madi and Matt and then to Chris.

Chris looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks stuck in time. Madi and Matt look over at the girl finally. "We should get going" Matt said glancing at Chris.

He nods his head. I watch as the girl gets the chocolate covered pretzels and they all head up to the cashier.

I felt frozen, like my body couldn't move. I quickly try to gather myself, but tears are in my eyes before I knew it. I watch the group head out of the gas station. Chris was the last one to exit.

Before walking out the door, he looked back at me. Our eyes lingered for a moment before he finally walked out the door.

My heart broke all over again. As much as I tried to forget him, to forget the memories we had made together I couldn't.

I was just starting to finally feel free of him. I started to feel like I had finally moved on. Just to run into him and feel all the emotions I had once felt a year ago.

I had gone home that night devastated. He had a girlfriend now. He looked like he had been doing good and I loved that for him. But my heart hurt.

Seeing Chris after a year had felt surreal. I missed him. I missed Madi and Matt. I missed them all.

But I was simply reminded of the reality that I had lived. Chris was a stranger now. And I hated it. But it's the truth.

He was a stranger that I had known and shared a bed with. A stranger that knew everything about me. A stranger that knew my deepest and darkest secrets. A stranger that I had once loved.

Katie had came into my room stealing some of the snacks that I had bought. And as me and Katie sat together watching some dumb overrated movie I realized I must come to terms with things.

Maybe in another lifetime things would of ended differently. But I realized Chris would forever be the stranger that I held closely to my heart.

I'll live my life, and he'll live his. Whether we cross paths again or not is up to the universe. And I hope one day we will.

Afterall the fate of patience teaches you. It teaches you to cherish something you love, that once you love something do you everything in your power to keep it.

It teaches you that time is not against you nor rooting for you. It teaches you about yourself, and the power of your actions.

I'll always love Chris. But until we meet again, or if we ever meet again, I'll be patient.

author note: I’m sorryyyyy. dont hateeee meee💔. crying, throwing up, screaminggggg. I love you all so much, thank you for the support.

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bluepaintbaby · 9 hours ago

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+18 → smut | distracting you during your online class

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: smut, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), brief unprotected p in v, dom-ish Jack, praise, mild exhibitionism, suggestive humor, established relationship

“Fuck, baby…” His eyes work up your body slowly, hands holding and kneading the globes of your ass. Jack's big hands trace your soft skin before cupping your breasts, squeezing, and watching the way your body draws closer.

Grabbing for his t-shirt, you pull it tug his head. Your lips claim his as your fingers trace over the deep indentations of his abs, his cut v-lines disappearing below the band of his sweats. You curl your fingers under the elastic as your tongue slips in his mouth, swirling with his as you pull his pants off.

Jack lifts you off your feet into his arms as your tongues tangle together, your body rolling into his with the cadence of your kiss, the wetness of your soaked pussy transferring to his hot skin.

He throws you down on the bed and crawls on with you—the devilish grin on his handsome face spreading wider. "I needed this," he hums against your lips.

Your eyes fall down his perfect body, Jack's hard dick pressed between the band of his boxer briefs and his hot skin. His tip's sheened, leaking precum, making your mouth water. You reach out your finger, teasing his fat tip, tracing his slit as his mouth falls open. Lifting your finger, you bring it to your lips, running it along your tongue.

"Yeah, baby?" You whisper. He leans forward, his grin even more smug with the title.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

You look over at your phone, trembling on the nightstand.

Alarm: British and World Literature

“No… No, baby. C’mon,” Jack groans breathily as he hovers over your body, reading it as well.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair, trying to look half-presentable as you reach for your laptop, resting on your lap, before pulling it open for class.

“You’re jokin’ me,” he rasps as he looks at you over your laptop as the faces of your classmates fill the digital classroom. You shush him, and he scoffs, his face twisting in disgust.

“M’sorry,” you whisper, keeping your voice soft.

“Nah, baby… Don’t be,” he hums as he rests his hand on your thigh, making your face twist slightly with his sudden change of heart.

Your professor’s face pops up on the screen, delivering her usual greeting.

Your breath catches in your chest as Jack’s grip tightens on your thigh. You realize it wasn’t acceptance on Jack’s end but a momentary pause.

Your heart starts to race a little faster, pussy throbbing as Jack's large hand traces up your body, squeezing your upper thigh. “Present,” you speak, pushing out the word for attendance as his rough fingers draw along your soft skin.

You feel your cheeks warm up, your thighs drawing in slightly, but he stops you, pushing you wider, making you bite your lips to keep your whimper inside. Jack chuckles just under his breath at the sound that slips past your lips, angling himself slightly to get a better look at your pretty face.

"Pretend I’m not even here," he taunts through a whisper as his fingers cup your pussy, pushing against your sex.

You try your best to focus, your body trembling as class goes on. Jack pushes two long fingers inside you, pushing his thumb against your clit, making you have to lift your laptop ever so slightly so he won't knock it. You clear your throat, disregarding him, but it’s useless.

Jack kisses your thigh as he starts to fuck his fingers into you. He curls his long digits, making you fight back moan after moan from his hand alone.

Your legs draw in, but he grabs your thighs, pushing them into the mattress again, holding you open to look down at your drooling hole, giving you a few teasing licks.

"Holy shit," you breathe as Jack flicks his tongue against your clit before sucking down. He drops one arm, pushing his fingers inside your pussy as his mouth works on you as well.

Your head gets fuzzy, body quaking, your screen visibly shaking. Fuck, Jack. You grab the top of your laptop, slamming it shut, letting a deep moan pour from your lips as you cum hard off his tongue and his fingers, throwing your head into the pillows.

Jack crawls up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on your mouth as you come down from your high, tasting yourself on his lips. “Mmm… I love you, baby,” he hums, and you want to be mad, but you just can’t.

Your brows pinch together in confusion as Jack rolls flat on the mattress. He grabs the elastic band of his boxers, looking up at you with a smirk as he pulls them down his thighs, his heavy cock slapping against his skin.

“You got thirty minutes left, baby,” he smiles smugly as he wraps his fist around his thick dick, waiting for you to climb on top.

“Jack…” You chuckle breathlessly, still breathing heavily from your first release. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah?” He asks teasingly as he reaches for you, but you’re already moving toward him, your body telling a different story entirely. “Just be a good girl and sit on it,” he hums.

You climb on him in reverse, Jack’s big hands slapping, and kneading your ass, pulling you open slightly as he watches you trace his tip through your wetness. “Goddamn, princess. C’mon… Shittt,” he moans as you slide down on his dick, inch by inch, your pussy swallowing hip up ‘til you’re fully sat, nails clawing into his muscular thighs. “Atta girl. Fuck, you’re wet, pretty,” he praises as you let the oversized t-shirt Jack gave you loose.

His hands slip under the bottom of it, resting on your ass, his long cock throbbing inside you as you grab your laptop, holding it open as you try to keep a straight face stuffed full of your boyfriend's cock.

#𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 #ᯓ★ jh86 blurbs #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #jack hughes #jack hughes x fem!reader #nhl smut #nhl fanfiction #hockey smut #hockey x reader

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stoplight-scrapbook · 3 months ago

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*sleeps for 3 hours after watching ranchers double life for the first time, wakes up, grabs phone*

half-baked headcanon: jimmy started sprouting feathers after his yellow-> red death in double life.

they'd been calling him "canary" before, as a joke. but it was just a joke. another cruel, petty joke piled on all the rest. what was one more?

he didnt even realize it happened until Tango said "You got something in your hair there", went to pull it out, and Jimmy yelped in pain (did they both feel the sting of it in their scalps?), and "oh my gosh, that's attached to you!"

thin feathers mixed in with his hair, tiny whisps of down on his face and forearms. a pain between his shoulder-blades that felt like when he was a kid hitting a growth spurt and his bones hurt all the time. (he doesnt have wings yet. not until the next Game. of course he falls. he doesnt know how to use them, even if they were allowed to). of course he feels out of sorts and self conscious about it. of course he can feel the judgemental eyes staring at him, mocking him, Marking him.

Tango thinks the golden color is pretty. thats some small comfort.

something about self-fulfilling prophesies. something about your identity getting decided by other people and the pressure is so much you start to believe them and it changes you.

#esmp2 identity crisis prologue question mark #yeah im still going thru it #*drops phone on face and goes back to bed*#row yaps

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maskedbyghost · 2 months ago

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cw: manipulation, possessive reader, suggestive language

You told him you didn’t do casual.

You didn’t make it a big deal. You just said it like you meant it, not trying to sound dramatic or emotional about it. Just honest.

“I don’t do casual,” you said, eyes on your drink. “It always ends up messy, and I’m not built for that.”

Simon leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “That’s alright,” he said eventually. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”

You nodded. No reaction on your face, no shift in tone. “Then we can just be friends.”

He raised an eyebrow like he was trying to figure you out. “You sure?”

You smiled a little. “Yeah. I like hanging out with you. We don’t have to fuck.”

“…Alright,” he said, after a pause. “Friends.”

And that was the start.

Except friends don’t show up to his gym when he’s meeting a girl for a workout date.

Friends don’t slip him a text during his Tinder dinner like,

“you left your hoodie here again. i’m wearing it. smells like you.”

Friends don’t show up to the pub when he’s got plans with someone, all dolled up like you just rolled out of a damn music video, giving his date a once-over and offering a tight smile that says run, babe.

You’d always act surprised when things didn’t work out. “Oh no, she ghosted you? That’s so weird.”

And Simon? He wasn’t completely oblivious. But he was tired, and lonely, and honestly kind of lazy when it came to trying to figure women out, and you were just so easy to be around, so warm and funny and low-maintenance and somehow always around when he needed someone.

So when he started seeing you more than anyone else, it didn’t feel weird. It felt right.

He told himself it was just friendship.

Even when you leaned against him on the couch. Even when you started sleeping over. Even when he started feeling a little sick thinking about you with anyone else.

The night it finally changed, he had just come back from a shit deployment — nothing too dangerous, just long and annoying and cold, and you’d been waiting at his place (with your own key, because somehow that had happened), and you were in his clothes, curled up in his bed with takeout, and when he saw you like that he just… stopped thinking.

“You’re perfect for me,” he said quietly, almost like he was talking to himself.

You blinked, looking up from your phone. “What?”

“I was so fucking stupid,” he muttered, dropping his bag, walking toward you like something magnetic was pulling him in. “I didn’t see it. I don’t know why.”

You didn’t say anything right away. You just looked at him for a second, then smiled, slow and easy, like you’d been waiting for him to finally figure it out, like none of it really surprised you, but you were still happy to hear it out loud.

From there, it was easy.

The relationship happened fast. Slipped into place like it had always been there. He’d gone from “I don’t do serious” to leaving his toothbrush at your place, to falling asleep with his face buried in your neck, to holding your hand in public without even realizing he was doing it.

He was happy. Stupidly happy. The kind that made his friends suspicious and his coworkers tease him. The kind that made you look like the hero of some cozy domestic fantasy where nothing ever goes wrong and love is enough.

It wasn’t one big moment. It was a bunch of little ones that slowly added up until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Like how you always just showed up when he had plans, how his phone would buzz with a text from you right before he left for a date. Or how you’d casually mention how certain girls “weren’t his type,” even when he never brought them up to you.

And then one day, while you were going through an old playlist together, you said, “God, I remember this song. I used to listen to it every time I thought about you with someone else.” And you didn’t even blink after saying it.

And the more he thinks about it, the more it starts adding up.

You’d played him. You’d baited him.

And now he’s sitting on the couch, watching you walk into the room in one of his old T-shirts, holding a bowl of snacks, looking like home, and he honestly doesn’t know whether to laugh or be pissed off or bend you over the arm of the sofa and remind you who he is.

You plop into his lap like you do it every day (because you do), nestling in like you’re settling into your rightful throne, and he wraps his arms around your waist automatically, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“You know what I realized today?” he asks, voice low.

You hum. “What?”

He tilts his head like he’s thinking it through. “We’re together because you manipulated me.”

You pause for like… half a second. Then?

“Yeah,” you say, nonchalant. “And?”

He squints at you, mouth twitching like he can’t decide if he wants to smile or frown. “You sabotaged every girl I tried to hook up with.”

“I did,” you say, and lean forward to grab the remote. “Most of them were trash anyway.”

“You tricked me into thinking you weren’t interested.”

“Mhm.” You don’t even look at him. “Worked, didn’t it?”

There’s this long silence, and then Simon groans and lets his head fall back on the couch dramatically.

“I should be mad,” he mutters.

“You’re not,” you say, smiling down at him like he’s your prize. “You love me.”

“Fuck, woman,” he breathes, eyes locked on yours. “That turns me on.”

You grin, shifting your weight so you’re straddling him properly, hands sliding up his chest slowly until your fingers curl around the back of his neck. You squeeze—not hard, just enough to make him feel it.

“You belong to me,” you whisper against his ear. “Always have.”

He shivers. Actually shivers.

“…Jesus.”

You kiss his jaw, slow and smug. “Say it.”

“…Yours.”

“Good boy.”

And yeah. He is.

PART 2

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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Give Me Tough Love

Synopsis. What happens when your boyfriend just so happens to be mad at you? Well, your poor pússy might just know the answer.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brat-taming, angry séx, oral (male + female receiving), víbrators (Nanami’s), manhandling, unprotected, spanking (Sukuna’s), thigh-riding, intercrural, mentions of Higuruma and Shiu, cúmplay, bunch of heinous stuff idek, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.2k

A/N. Smh I’m sick, try not to catch my virtual cold.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Dirty mouth? He’ll fix it.

“The fuck did you just say to me?” he spits, Toji’s hand tightening around your throat, pathetic little gurgles going straight to his cock. “Because I know you aren’t talking back to me like a lil’ slut unless you want to be treated like one.”

“T-Toji m’sorry- mpfh-” Greedily taking in the way your your mouth drops into a soft little oh! as he grazes his fat tip across your lips, glossing your lips so fucking filthily with his precum, all pretty and dripping down to your chin. Hot and angry, and at perfect eye-level for you.

Hand moving up to pry your swollen mouth open, “You’re only sorry cuz yer gonna get what you’ve been askin’ for, doll.”

You’d been extra mouthy with him today, all sass and snipey comments like you just wanted this to happen. And it only took one offhand remark about how Shiu probably lasts longer in bed before Toji’s pushing you onto your knees, hand at your throat, breath hot against your ear. And, well, that smart mouth can do nothing but beg for mercy now.

Toji scoffs, snapping you out of your daze, “Nothin’ to say now, huh?” edging his hips closer “Open wide f’me now, yeah- jus’ like that- m’gonna clean out this dirty lil’ mouth of yours. Hngh-”

And with that Toji’s stuffing himself into your mouth. A raw little grunt leaving the back of his throat as your lips stretch so sinfully around his thick cock, and if he angled his head just right he could see the way your throat was bulging and full of him. “Shit, doll. Look at you struggling to take me.”

And Toji’s so mean - not even easing you into it before he’s thrusting in harsh, quick little strokes into your heavenly mouth. “Hah- Hard to take me all?” he taunts, loving the way you’re choking and gagging all around him.

Pulling you down on his swollen cock till your nose is pressed against those tufts of black hair at his base. So wet with precum and spit. “Shouldn’t be, no? Ngh- A lil’ slut with such a fucking filthy mouth like you should take me s’easily.”

All he gets in response is a low, wet moan, muffled around his cock. One that goes straight to his twitching balls. Smacking your chin with each thrust, so hard he’s sure it hurts. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck, chuckling, “Heh, forgot you can’t speak with m’dick lodged in your throat, huh?”

And oh Toji almost considers going easy on you at the messy state of your mascara, and the way you bat your lashes tearily up at him. It’s only when you flick your tongue so sluttily underneath his sensitive tip in a way you knew would drive him wild that all thoughts of that go out the window. “So you like this, huh?”

Voice so low and dangerous it makes your cunt clench in- fear? Anticipation? You don’t even know because Toji has his hand wrapped around your throat again, hip stuttering filthily.

And then it’s like something snaps because Toji’s ruining your pretty face. Abs flexing as he drags your head up and down up and down up and- like some toy. God, he thinks, it’s fucking hard to look at you too - so sloppy with the way precum and spit was dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his dick bulging in and out of your throat. In and out in and out in and-

“Might let out a few tears, but I know that slutty lil’ cunt of yours has never been wetter.”

Reaching blindly to feel for his phone, he punches in that familiar contact. Cock twitching inside your plushy mouth at the way your eyes widen in surprise. Sputtering around his dick - but you can’t run away, because Toji has a hand firm on your head, pushing you down. Still fucking your pretty lil’ mouth while the line rings once. Twice.

“Don’t act so suprised, doll. All Shiu and I are gonna do is fuck some manners into you.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Karma’s a bitch

“Mhm, yes, Higuruma. I’ve told the supervisor to email me the documents. Oh? In the background?”

His darkened eyes sweep your figure - wrists tied, soaking through your panties, swollen lips falling into a little oh! at the bullet vibrator buzzing maddeningly in your dripping cunt. All controlled by the man himself, watching you like a hawk from the corner of the bedroom. “Must be the wind.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

“Kento- please, wan’ cum. Ngh-” you whine pathetically. But it all falls on deaf ears, because Nanami only manspreads further on the armchair, a long finger unhurriedly coming up to signal you to be quiet as he continues on his business call.

Intensity setting 1.

Oh you could just cry. How did you even get here?

All you did was send him a few photos in his favorite lingerie while he was at work - who knew that Nanami would end up clocking early, coming straight home to absolutely fucking ruin you for that little stunt that had him sporting a rock-hard boner all through an important meeting.

“A voice? Ah, yes.” and that snaps you out of your little reverie. You blink at the flash of amusement in Nanami’s eyes as he continues the call. “Yes, a little fight as all couples have. Y’know how it is.”

Intensity setting 2.

You jolt at the stimulation, body jerking up for some - any - friction. “Kento~” you choke, tears clinging to your eyes now.

But oh where Nanami was usually gentle touches and sweet, sweet love - he was so fucking mean now. Licking his lips at the slick dribbling down your legs so sloppilly, spreading in such an obscene pool on the sheets below. Frustrated tears cling to your lashes - you just wanted to fucking cum.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say she’s mad at me.”

Intensity setting 3.

No, you were fucking losing your mind.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt- Blinking tearily at Nanami as his thumb draws quick, relentless little circles on the intensity. The vibrator throbbing against your walls in time with your quivering walls, just grazing that one spot. But purposefully avoiding it so that he could see you fall apart and all desperate.

He sighs, “I know, I have to make it up to her, right?”

Intensity setting 4.

“You have any ideas, Higuruma? Flowers?”

“Hngh- Kento- Please, wan’ your cock.” Gritting your teeth so that you won’t just scream or outright demand that Nanami ends the call and makes you cum right now, you settling for low, needy little whimpers of his name. Whiney in just the way you knew he liked. And by the looks of the painfully hard cock straining against his trousers, you knew it was working.

“Or, chocolates?”

Maybe it was working too well because Nanami’s amping up his abuse on your cunt. Devouring the way you’re reacting so sensitively to the way he was turning the vibrations up and down. Swollen cock twitching at the wet gasps leaving your mouth, thighs twitching and squeezing together so sluttily to get yourself off.

“Yeah, you’re right.” you blink away the tears in your eyes to risk a glimpse at the man currently driving you wild. Irritation spiking at the way he was huffing out a laugh, “I could just make her cum hard enough to see stars. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Intensity setting 5.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise - violent and fast. The last thing you see is the cruel little smirk curling Nanami’s lips before he’s setting the phone down with a quick goodbye. And then it’s all stars behind your eyelids as you finally cum, not even caring if whoever’s on the phone hears the strangled yelp of “Ah! Kento, m’cumming m’- hah-”

And it’s all you can do to ride your high out on the vibrations still stimulating your sore cunt. So sensitive and maddening that you almost miss the metallic clinking of a belt.

Ringing in the heady air, the complete opposite of the voice to suddenly very close against your ear, low and hoarse with desire, “Now, think it’s time for me to make it up to you. Hm, sweetheart?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Work for it!

“Get off on m’thigh, or you’re not getting off at all.”

Geto’s had enough of the cold shoulder today before he decides you’re getting one too - even when you’re needy and sat so prettily on his lap. It was only fair, right? Which is why he swats away the hand reaching for his aching cock, angry and throbbing in his fist. Twitching in his hand at the adorable little pout playing on your lips, “Nuh uh, bad girls don’t get what they ask for.”

“But Sugu~” you whine, slightly whiny yet not desperate - at least, not yet. “Already said I was sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it for that attitude you were givin’ me earlier, gorgeous.” he cuts you off, leaning back comfortably on the chair. Smirk only widening at the way your eyes were so deliriously locked on the way his fist starts moving in slow, languid little strokes up and down his swollen cock. “Now, y’gonna fuck that pretty lil’ cunt on my thigh or just watch? S’fine f’me either way.”

You huff at the way he was being so mean - letting a beat of silent staredown pass. One. Two. Cunt so achingly wet and dripping all over where you straddled Geto’s muscular thigh.

“Fine.”

You feel so dirty dragging your pussy all over his thigh like some bitch in heat. Your clit pressing down on his skin hard. “Sugu!” you yelp, hands reaching up to play with your sensitive nipples, still rocking your hips sloppily.

Fuck does he love your little show - and you can see it too. Catching the way his balls squeeze painfully, brows furrowing and locked on the way your folds were spread apart so sluttily.

“All that talk but look at y’now.” he hums. And Geto knows he’s supposed to be punishing you, but he can’t stop the way he starts bouncing his leg to meet your grinds. “What’ve ya gotta say for yourself now, my lil’ slut?”

“M’sorry!” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as he fucks you on his thigh. So hot and messy. His skin glistening in the dim light with all your sweet sweet juices, trailing down to the cushion below and pooling at his heavy balls. And Geto was such a fucking picture - hair falling over his shoulders, bottom lip bitten, cock so long and mouthwateringly hard, flushed your favorite shade of pink at the tip.

Only bouncing his leg faster at your cute lil’ whines, like he was turning you into his slut - hit stupid lil’ slut. And all you can sputter out are strained little “M’sorry m’sorry jus’ lemme touch you. Wanna touch you-”

He cuts you off with a desperate, desperate kiss. A permission. A surrender. And you taste the sin and the satisfied little grin on his lips as you reach for his heavy cock. Drinking in the low hiss at the back of Geto’s throat as you start stroking him in quick, desperate tugs.

And he lets you.

Hips bucking to chase the feeling of your soft hand wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing cock. Faster. Your nails delicately tracing the pulsing veins along the side, swirling under his slit because shit you might act like it’s a punishment but you’ve never been wetter. “Fuck this hand was made f’me, you were made f’me.”

Previous anger forgotten - perhaps in some miraculous act of mercy - Geto couldn’t even care less if it was all sloppy, mindless little tugs and grinds, high off of your desperation. In fact, Geto wasn’t any better with the way he was snaking a hand down to draw steady, lazy little circles on your swollen lips.

Whispering against your lips, “Make us cum within the next five seconds or you’re going back to getting off on my thigh and nothing else.” Oh. Not an act of mercy.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Evil twin

“Sorry-” he’s murmuring into your neck, lifting your leg just a little bit higher to slide his cock messily between your swollen folds. “Ngh- sorry, baby. Fuck.”

Choso can’t even remember why he’s pissed off - or that useless little argument that led to this - but when Choso’s angry, it’s like he flips a switch. Such a silent tease where he’s usually all lingering kisses and everything you could ever want.

Which is why he’s got you splayed out on your side, angry, red tip kissing your entrance in a way that was so filthy.

“Cho, jus’ gimme your cock.” You arch your back, rubbing so deliciously against his abs, flexing with the strain to not just plunge into your pretty lil’ cunt right now. “Jus’ want you inside me. Please?” And shit Choso must be really pissed off because he doesn’t waver even at the way you bat your lashes at him, instead resorting to leaning down and kissing that adorable pout off your lips.

He bites down on your bottom lip, tugging ever-so-slightly as he starts sliding his cock inbetween your pretty thighs. Creating such a sticky mess as he moves in slow, shallow little thrusts - Choso was always so sloppy. And such a fucking tease as he angles his hips to just graze your swollen clit.

You gasp into his open mouth, mewling out a strained lil’ “Ah! W-wait what’re you doi-”

“Fucking getting myself off, what does it look like doll?”

Fuck, he was really mad. But that doesn’t stop you from craning your neck to glare at him - eyes traitorously drinking in his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, stray strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead while he meets your gaze head-on. Unwavering.

“Bit rude to get off by yourself, huh?” you scoff, raising a brow at the slow smirk curling his lips.

“You’d know a lot about being rude, huh?”

You don’t even have the time to react to his sheer audacity because Choso’s snaking down a hand to toy with your swollen clit. Still rocking his hips between your thighs. Loving the way all you can do is buck into his touch and whine so prettily as he rolls the sensitive bud between two long fingers. “But since I’m so fuckin’ nice, you better thank me, baby.”

“Y’like this?” he hums hoarsely, playing with your needy clit. Index circling your hole, just barely dipping in before he’s swiftly moving back to rub delicate patterns on the bud. “Could’ve gotten more if you hadn’t run that pretty lil’ mouth earlier.”

“B-but I want more.” you’re babbling deliriously, trying to meet his relentless little rhythm on your cunt. Just wishing that he would fuck you like you wanted him to. But no - not yet.

“More? You think you deserve more?”

“Yes!” and it sounds like a sob that goes straight to his cock. “Wan’ more please. Was wrong- ah- I was wrong-”

Choso isn’t even sure if you remember what you two were fighting about, but that doesn’t stop him from having such fun bullying you - high off the power and the way your cunt tries to clench around his fingers. And especially your little surrender.

“Exactly what I was waitin’ for.”

It’s like something snapped because Choso’s bullying his fingers in between your folds, curling deftly against that one gummy spot he knows will have you letting out such cute lil’ whines. Hitting that spot over and over as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt. Letting you soak him in all your sweet juices.

And you’re so sensitive and needy that all that spills from your lips are mewls of, “Oh- hngh- Choso Choso- yes, jus’ like that. Faster.”

Maybe for the first time tonight, Choso listens. Movements getting so sloppy and frantic as he chases your high. And occasionally you get such a delicious taste of his throbbing cock as his hips get erratic, fucking himself on your thighs.

You cum with a strangled gasp of Choso’s name, hips bucking wildly. White-hot pleasure running down your spine, and your blood roaring in your ears. It’s all you can do to milk his fingers the way you would with his cock as you ride out your high.

But luckily for you, you feel his weeping tip nudging your quivering hole. So heavy, precum mixing with your slick in such a sinful combination. Breath hot against your ear as he whispers a quiet little, “Actually, m’really fucking not sorry.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Plaything!

“Fuckin’” he kisses his teeth, hand raising up, up, up - coming down swiftly- Smack! “Brat.”

“Oh- Hngh p-please.” you gasp, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Nails digging into his shoulders for some - any - mercy from where you’re sat prettily on his lap, throbbing cock stuffed in your cunt. Hard and aching. Yet still unmoving.

Thumb drawing lazy little circles on your clit, fast enough to have your thighs quivering on his lap, but slow enough to not give you exactly what you want - he’s been teasing you for hours now.

“P-pleeease.” he mocks, voice so dramatically whiny, swatting your ass again. Sukuna doesn’t even know why he’s fucking pissed off, he just likes seeing you all teary and letting out such cute lil’ whines, trying to eagerly to please him. Is he being a bully? Yeah. Does it make it cock so painfully hard watching you try to grind your pretty pussy down on his cock? Fuck yeah.

Which is why he watches you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, and oh how he loves taking in this heavenly sight. Your cunt spread so shamefully, sloppy and wet enough that you’re dripping all over him.

His messy girl. It almost makes him want to play nice.

Smack! And that has you keening, pressing your sensitive tits harder against his front. “What do you want, brat?”

Your breath hitches, words shaky, “Want your cock, ‘Kuna-”

But the only response you get is a huffed out dark chuckle. Strong arms spreading your legs even further as Sukuna leans leisurely against the headboard. He scoffs, loving the way you were always the cutest when he played mean. “You already have it in your pretty lil’ cunt, want more could you want?”

“W-wan’ you to fuck me,” a hand trailing down to massage his heavy balls, moving your hips in slutty circles to meet his, milking him inside you. “Wan’ you to fill me up with your cum till m’dumb. Till everyone’s gonna know- Ah- ple-”

Oh how he loved all your dirty little tricks. “Hm, ya really were desperate for my cock, huh?” he grits out, jaw clenched and eyes locked on the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him up so deliciously. Like you were trying to milk something delicious out of him. “Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Ya really that cock-hungry, brat?”

Smack! Speeding up his movements on your clit, your pathetic little sob rings in Sukuna’s ears and goes all the way down to his twitching dick. Massaging your plushy walls just right.

That makes you mewl and buck wildly, slurring out, “Yes! Wan’ed so bad. Wanted to be split a-apart hngh- on yer cock n’ filled to the brim.”

Fuck, Sukuna bites his lower lip, do you even have any idea what you’re saying?

He doubts it - and he doesn’t give a fuck because before you know it, your hands are pinned behind your back, and Sukuna’s fucking up into you in one, harsh thrust.

“Said you wan’ my cock, n’ you’re gonna get it brat.”

Messy and desperate as you’re being split apart by his massive cock, starting to ram into you with wreckless abandon. And you can do nothing but take it because Sukuna’s holding you still, arching you impossibly deeper into him.

“Kuna- mm ngh-”

“So cockdrunk that you can’t even speak, huh?” he’s high off of the way your words are a strangled mess. Such a pity you couldn’t do anything else either - with the way he was holding you still. Like some fucktoy from the depths of his treasury. Grip bruising on your arms, only being able to let out such pathetic lil’ ah! ah! ah! against his ear each time his cock hits your bruised cervix.

“This what my little slut wanted?” His hips are erratic now, fucking any and every thought out of your mind. Hungry gaze appreciatively taking in the way your head was lolling against his shoulder, so cock-drunk and delirious already. “Now, don’t act so fucked out, brat. We’re only getting started.”

Well, he didn’t say he was going to be nice. Now, did he?

♡ GOJO SATORU - Candy for a bad day

“Had a bad day.” It’s all that announces Gojo’s arrival.

Startled, you whirl his head to catch that an uncharacteristic little sigh, he’s pulling his blindfold down haphazardly, raising his eyes to meet yours and oh-

Fuck, you weren’t going to make it out alive.

And Gojo wasn’t sure whether he would either with the way he was immediately slamming the front door shut, lips searing on yours as he shoves you against the adjacent wall with a soft thud!

“S-Satoru, what the fuck?” you sputter, head spinning because he was here and then kneeling in front of you so fast you think he might’ve teleported there. Hand groping every inch of you he could reach, thumbing over your hardened nipples. Drawing little circles on your hips as he looks at you through heavy, half-lidded eyes.

You try to talk back some semblance of sanity into him, “Satoru, what happ-”

“Shut up. Those annoying old fuckers always fuckin’ piss me off. Dunno why you fuckin’ made me attend that meeting.”

Oh. That’s what happened.

Heaving in a shaky gasp, you let him all but rip off your skirt. Flinging them to God-knows-where with the audacity of a man that would buy you ten new ones to replace it. Gojo’s mouth falls into a soft little oh! at the heavenly sight of your already-soaked panties.

“Swear m’gonna purple hollow them all one day.” he murmurs into your pretty pussy, tongue darting out to draw lazy patterns along your slit. “Gonna have ‘em begging for their lives.”

Words muffled around the flimsy fabric - ones he rips clean off your hips with one hand. Not even letting you flinch at the cool air before Gojo’s pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips. Staring right in your eyes while he pops them into your mouth, sucking them clean and glistening with saliva in the dim light.

“Oh.” Eyes rolling to the back of his at the taste of your sweet lil’ cunt. “You always taste s’fucking perfect f’me. Can’t believe you’ve been fucking holdin’ out on me.”

And maybe Gojo loses his patience - maybe his sanity - because one taste, and he’s hooked. Diving face-first into your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent so fucking lewdly.

“F-fuck, Toru-” you whisper breathlessly, gripping those soft white locks for some stability. The only reply you get is Gojo licking long, languid stripes up your swollen folds. Your slick glossing his ruby lips, trailing down his chin. “It feels s’good.”

And he’s so uncharacteristically messy - making out with your sloppy pussy like it’s his last meal. All pure desperation, lips puckering so prettily around your swollen clit as he sucks on it harshly. Rolling his tongue over and over and-

“Hate that you made me go. They drive me crazy, y’know.” he slurs lowly into your sensitive cunt. Vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running up your spine. “Makes me wanna wish I could stay home with you, eating this cute lil’ cunt out all day.”

“Wha- what nonsense, Toru.”

“Your cunt is addictive, pretty.”

You barely even notice the way that he’s the one holding you up, throwing a leg over his shoulder, looping and arm around your waist to pull you deeper onto this tongue. Close. So close. “Hngh- Toru-”

“Close?” he murmurs, muffled. “Can feel y’clenching around m’tongue, y’know. How am I supposed to tonguefuck my pretty girl if she’s sucking the soul outta me?”

He was such a little tease. Becoming as frantic and sloppy as you - dripping all over the hardwood floor with a maddening tap! tap! tap!

And despite the way he was devouring you - licking all over your pussy, tongue dipping in and out of your slutty hole - Gojo still finds it in himself to run his mouth. Babbling about how he’s gonna destroy the elders all while you’re in shambles above him.

“Hah- Toru, shit I’m close. M’gonna-”

“Give it to me, my girl. Wanna taste y’on my tongue.”

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes and Gojo’s tongue fucking you through your high as you grind down on his pretty face. Dragging your dripping cunt all over till it’s so messy that it makes your cheeks burn.

But Gojo doesn’t mind - of course, he doesn’t. In fact, his glossy lips only turn up into a slow, sly smirk as he stands up slowly from the ground.

“C’mon, gotta punish you proper now, princess.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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heavenbarnes · 1 year ago

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hmm thinking about older bf!simon who hasn’t really got his head around the whole sexting thing- the man had a flip phone before he met you.

he had, however, reluctantly gone out and got an android after a harmless conversation between the two of you.

“how am i meant to send you videos while you’re away if you have a flip phone, si?”

“videos of what?”

“guess.”

he virtually only uses the thing to get texts, calls, and videos of you fucking yourself in your shared bed whilst he’s deployed. he saves every video, which is a risky manoeuvre considering you haven’t taught him how to set a passcode yet (johnny catches a not-unwelcome eyeful when he goes looking for the directions he sent simon earlier)

older bf!simon is also a fantastic listener, when you tell him you want him to send pics but not ones that make his cock look like a dead fish. you give him strict instructions:

put your phone on self-timer, sit back, thighs spread, one hand around your cock, the other behind your head, you choose if your face is in it xox

man loves an order.

so whilst he’s away, you’re in the kitchen cooking up dinner-for-one and your phone buzzes on the counter- you drop the fucking pasta strainer straight on the floor when you unlock your phone.

simon’s face wasn’t necessarily in the photo, more so his mask. he was fully dressed, tactical gear (down to the vest) still on with a rifle leaning against his thigh. he was in the exact position you’d request, gloved fingers wrapped around the base of him with his other bicep firm behind his head.

you’re so busy saving the photo and staring back at it 100,000 times that you forget to respond. honestly, you forget how to function as your mouth goes dry and your eyes are unable to look at anything else.

simon hesitates on the other end, wondering if he’d fucked up- if he hadn’t followed the brief, if he’d embarrassed himself. thankfully, he knows he only has to ask.

“that what you were after, pet?”

the trepidation in his chest is replaced with a rapidly inflating ego.

“jesus christ, that’s exactly what i needed”

swapped out with slight confusion, but the ever present willingness to learn.

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

pt2

#fuck knows where this came from #i need a man so un-tech-savvy it’s a miracle he can function #like knows how to pilot a chopper but can’t update an app #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley drabble #simon ghost riley drabble #ghost drabble #simon riley blurb #simon ghost riley blurb #ghost blurb #older bf!simon

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boyfhee · 24 days ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗕𝗔𝗗ㅤ✶ㅤin love with you

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝟕𝟕𝟕──𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋ㅤ゛loser ! enhypen x readerㅤ｡⠀fluff, skinshipㅤ❛ 1687 ❜ㅤ爱ㅤ not my best work but i hope you like this nonetheless, happy reading ◜ᴗ⁠◝

HEESEUNG

he might be the coolest person alive but that is until you walk into the room. he loses his chill when you smile at him, immediately stuttering over words.

the first one to like and comment on your instagram posts. he would like your pictures from two years ago in the middle of the night— yes, he has no shame.

makes you a playlist with songs that reminds him of you. and if you tell him about a song you like, he sends a voice notes of him singing it and they always end with a few shy giggles.

you say his name and he freezes mid-bite, like a deer caught in the headlights. his ears are red, one hand on his chest to try to calm his racing heart.

JONGSEONG

his dear life depends on him. he over prepares everything— best outfit, best cologne, practices his lines in front of the mirror so he doesn’t end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

remembers everything about you— your coffee order, favourite drink, snacks you love. always ends up giving you one because he “accidentally” bought an extra.

if you ever end up touching his hand, he giggles for the next fifteen minutes thinking about it. and he thinks twice before washing his hands.

he has written out his confession multiple times in the notes app, only to text you a simple “nevermind” and change the topic.

JAEYUN

he is in love, cannot stop smiling while even thinking about you. you make a joke and he is the first one to react and has the loudest laugh.

never fails to compliment you at any chance. actually, he has to mention you in every conversation whether you are around or not. his friends tease him, but he kind of likes it.

does those silly compatibility tests in the back of his note books and writes your name at the margins, drawing hearts around it. he panicked once when you asked for it.

he “accidentally” bought two tickets for the band you like. hint— he stayed up all night to know about them and listen to their discography when you mentioned you like them.

SUNGHOON

he tries to act like you don’t affect him when he literally stops functioning at the sight of you. he goes stiff, words dying on his tongue. he only wants to kiss you, actually.

texts you “hi” and then throws his phone across the bed, acting like he doesn’t care for a reply but it only lasts for three seconds.

replays your story over and over again and giggles whenever he’s texting you. literally shakes if you ever give him a call— sitting up straight, palms sweating, mouth going dry.

actually walked into the glass door once because he refused to look away from you as you left and hurt his nose.

SUNOO

practices saying “hi” in front of the mirror in different tones and then lets out a squeak when you greet him with the prettiest smile.

actually has a whole folder on instagram of reels about date ideas, fun couple activities, cute poses for couples and what not.

starts carrying spare items— an extra pen, pencil, lip balm and somehow, it’s the exact same one he saw you using. his expression breaks into shy smiles when you say you can always count on him.

“your hands are so small,” he mentions for the thousandth time because he has no other excuse to hold your hand. and then he doesn’t let it go for a long time.

JUNGWON

he would drop everything once he sees you around, waiting for you to notice him so he can say hi because he is too scared to reach out.

would use silly pickup lines to make you laugh but your lips are curved into a shy smile, so now you’re both flustered.

leaves a little sticky note on your desk with his number, silently praying you don’t see it because he is too embarrassed, but his face is buried in the pillow when you text him later that evening.

asks you about your likes in the most subtle way and then would surprise you with the same thing the next day with his cheeks red. “i remember you said these were your favourite,”

NI-KI

first, he would take a quiz to see if he has a crush or if he is going crazy. he would be in denial for the longest time but also would stare at your profile picture every night because you are so beautiful.

buys you matching keyrings. “they were on sale,” when in fact, they were quite expensive he was losing his mind over how he should give it to you without being weird.

actually dresses to impress and when you compliment him, his ears are all red and he is immediately reporting it to the group chat. “GUYS. SHE SAID I LOOK GOOD” cue a series of crying emoji

he giggles to himself when he hears someone speculate about anything going on between you too. the textbook definition of “there’s a rumour that we are dating, i started it.”

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hearts4hughes · 10 days ago

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It’s the middle of the night rn but I have to request this before I forget it.

Exbf!Rafe where reader forgot or never got around to removing Rafe from their emergency contact list. And one day the police or hospital call Rafe about reader being in an accident of some sort.

he doesn’t recognize the number at first. some 252 string of digits that buzzes across his screen right as he’s halfway through a voicemail he’ll never send you. he almost lets it ring out—almost.

but something—gut or god or just bad luck—makes him swipe. “yeah?” he answers, short, distracted, a little annoyed like usual. then someone says your name.

the hospital is white in all the wrong ways. fluorescent and echoing, two things rafe hates. it smells like something between bleach and breathlessness. like someone died here last night and they’re still trying to scrub the memory out of the tiles.

he’s already pacing when the nurse finally finds him. pale blue scrubs and a clipboard tucked against her ribs like a shield. “you’re rafe cameron?”

he turns. “yeah.”

“you’re still listed as her emergency contact. we tried calling someone else but she didn’t have anyone else listed.”

something shifts behind his ribs. a pinch, a pull. his jaw ticks but he doesn’t say anything, just nods once like that makes it okay. like he didn’t spend the last six months trying to not be that person for you anymore.

“she was in a car accident,” the nurse continues, voice dipping gentle. “minor injuries, mostly bruising and a mild concussion. but she hit her head. we’d like to keep her overnight for observation.”

rafe chews on his fingernails hard enough to feel a pinch. he drops his hand like its venomous and is already moving towards your room.

you’re asleep when he finds you. curled up on your side in a way that makes you look impossibly small, like a rewind version of yourself— the version he loved first.

your wrist is wrapped. your lip’s a little swollen. the iv hums soft and steady in your arm. he stands there like he’s on the outside of a life he wasn’t supposed to walk back into.

he shouldn’t be here. but you called him, didn’t you? no, you didn’t, your phone did. because you forgot or never got around to removing him. because some stupid form still says he’s the one they should call when everything goes to hell. and for some reason, he showed up anyway.

“fuck,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair, staring at the slow rise and fall of your chest. “you don’t even want me here.”

then you shift and begin to stir. you blink hazily in the dim light, eyes swollen and unfocused, but they find him. even now—months and many tears later. “…rafe?”

his name. a ghost in your throat. he exhales. almost flinches. “yeah. it’s me.”

“what are you doing here?”

there’s a pause.

“apparently,” he says, voice quieter now, rough around the edges, “you still think i’m the one who’ll come.”

you don’t say anything. he doesn’t move to sit down. just stays by the door like he’s not sure if he’s allowed closer.

“i forgot,” you admit, swallowing hard. “i didn’t mean to still have you listed.”

he nods slowly. he expected that, but it hurts the same either way. “yeah,” he says. “but i came anyway.”

this time, you don’t say anything. you just blink at him. glassy-eyed and something slips through the cracks of your voice when you whisper, “thank you.”

he looks at you for a long time. longer than he should. then he drags the chair closer to your bed. sits in it like it’s always belonged to him. elbows on knees and his jaw set.

“go back to sleep,” he mutters, eyes still on your face. “i’ll be here.” just for tonight. just until they say you’re okay. just until you forget him again.

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viaxslz · 2 months ago

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͏ ͏ . ˙˖ ͏ ͏᱖ ͏ ͏ WHEN YOU DON'T KISS THEM ꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

享受 ! .°. ݁₊ 𐙚 gn!reader, cw: kissing, fluffy fluff, they’re hella dramatic, pet names, not proofread :P

CHAN

Confused puppy mode activated. He blinks at you like you’ve just told him you hate puppies and sunshine. “Wait… you don’t wanna kiss me? Like. Right now?” He immediately checks his breath. Sniffs his shirt. *“Did I do something?” When you teasingly shake your head and walk away, he dramatically collapses onto the couch like he’s in a K-drama. “So this is what heartbreak feels like…” Literally pouts for the next ten minutes. Will not stop staring at your lips. Once it goes on for that long he Starts offering kisses to inanimate objects. “Okay fine, I’ll kiss this pillow instead. It never betrays me.” Bonus: the second you kiss him later, he perks up like nothing ever happened. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” Smug and clingy for the next hour. You’ve created a monster.

MINHO

Immediately squints at you like you just challenged his entire existence. “...You must be joking.” Proceeds to act like you just committed a crime against the state of Minho. Fake gasp. “After everything I’ve done for you? Dramatically flops onto the bed, face down. Mumbles something about betrayal and ungrateful partners. Ten seconds later, peeks up: “Was it my eyeliner? Be honest.” Lowkey offended, highkey teasing. Will start threatening your plushies. “If you don’t kiss me in five seconds, Mr. Bunbun gets it.” Refuses to let you live in peace until you give in. Starts hovering near you with his cheek out like: “You could fix this right now. Just saying.” If you still don’t kiss him, he pouts and goes quiet for a whole… five minutes. Then casually brushes his fingers against yours and mutters, “...You’re lucky I like you.”

CHANGBIN

Visibly malfunctions. Stares at you like his world just crumbled. “Huh?? You’re joking. That was a joke, right?” Looks around like he’s on a hidden camera show. “Did I not flex enough today? Is that why?” Pulls out his phone, turns the front camera on. Stares at himself. “No way someone this cute is getting rejected right now.” Dramatic™ but clingy: follows you around the room, hands behind his back like a lost duckling. “I’m not saying I’m upset. But my heart? Yeah, it’s broken.” Tries puppy eyes. Then arms-crossed-pouting. Then both. If you keep refusing just to tease him, he gasps and goes: “Wow. Betrayal. This is worse than when Felix ate my last dumpling.” Eventually sulks in a corner… until you sneak a kiss on his cheek. Perks up immediately: “You still love me. I knew it.”

HYUNJIN

Gasp. Actual gasp. Like hand-to-chest, Shakespeare-level shock. “You’re refusing me? Me?? The most kissable man alive?” Stares at you in disbelief like you just said you don’t like art or dogs. Immediately gets extra dramatic. leans against a wall like he’s in a tragic romance movie. “So this is what unrequited love feels like…” Paces around the room dramatically whispering, “Why? Why me?” May or may not fake faint into your arms. “I’m going to write poetry about this betrayal.” Pulls out his sketchbook and scribbles something that looks suspiciously like a broken heart with your name in it. BUT the moment you offer a kiss later, he puts the drama on hold so fast. “Oh? You’ve come to your senses? I forgive you.” (Still makes you kiss him three times to make up for the heartbreak.)

HAN

Instantly gasps like he’s been shot. “WHAT DID I DO?! Tell me right now. I can change.” Drops to his knees in the middle of the room. “Is it because I ate your last snack? I’ll buy you ten more. Just please kiss me.” Dramatic? Yes. Clingy? Also yes. Starts listing reasons why he deserves a kiss. “I’m cute. I’m loyal. I only cried twice this week.” 100% will try to trick you into kissing him. “Hey, what’s that on your cheek?” When you turn to face him he puckers his lips. When you still refuse, he fake-wipes a tear. “This is worse than that time my mom forgot to pack my juice box.” Crawls under a blanket burrito-style and mutters, “I’m going to disappear from society.” …until you give him a kiss and he immediately pops up like, “Okay I’m healed. You’re forgiven. Let’s make out.”

FELIX

At first, he thinks you didn’t hear him. “Wait, love… did you… did you miss the part where I asked for a kiss?” You say no. He gasps. Visibly stunned. Looks personally victimized. Places a hand on his chest like, “my freckles are crying right now.” Looks up at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “But I baked you cookies last week…” Might dramatically flop onto the floor with zero warning. “This is the end. This is how I go. KISSLESS.” Starts muttering in his deep voice: “No more sunlight. No more hope. Just vibes and heartbreak.” Will start offering you bribes: “One kiss = one Aussie accent moment.” If you give in, he lights up like the sun. “YAY! I mean… ahem thank you, my love.” If you don’t, he pouts and writes “RIP me” in your notes app.

SEUNGMIN

You say no and he just blinks at you. “Okay.” Totally calm. Deadpan. Turns back to his phone. You think he doesn’t care. He’s so chill it’s suspicious. But five minutes later, you realize… He’s suddenly so petty. “No, I’m not sharing my fries. People who withhold kisses don’t get fries.” Starts fake-laughing at memes on his phone louder than usual. “Wow. This meme gave me more affection than SOME people. Keeps glancing at you, unimpressed. “You had one job.” If you try to kiss him later to make up for it, he leans back with raised brows. “Ohhh, so now you want to kiss me?” Acts like he’s in negotiations. “I’ll consider it… for a price.” But one kiss and he melts instantly. “Okay fine. I guess I am cute enough to forgive.”

JEONGIN

Freezes. Just freezes. “Wait. Are you serious?” Squints at you like you just said you don’t like baby bread. “Do you know what you’re missing out on?” gestures to his own face “Premium. Kissable. Visuals.” At first, he acts like he’s too cool to care. “Tch. Whatever. I didn’t want one anyway.” Five minutes later: “I could’ve been kissed… but nooo… someone had to be heartless.” Starts sending you dramatic selfies captioned: “Unkissed. Unloved. Unbothered.” Tries to guilt trip you with his pouty face. “Even Seungmin would kiss me right now.” Eventually starts following you around whispering “kiss me kiss me kiss me” like a cursed ringtone. When you finally kiss him? “Took you long enough.” But his smile is so big he gives himself away in two seconds.

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sevikaslady · 3 months ago

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"AN INCH AWAY FROM MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS" | vi x reader

a/n: yes, i was listening to chapell roan when i got the idea.

summary: your best friend goes through your old journal, finding out that you used to (still do) have a crush on her.

warnings: gay sex, oh no! / swearing / slight fluff in the end / minors DNI

"Quit going through my shit."

Vi had become bored and decided to rummage through your closet. She had pulled out a few items that were now sprawled around her. "It's like I'm an archeologist, going through loss items -"

You cut off your best friend by launching a pillow at her. "Shut the fuck up."

Vi laughs it off, tossing the pillow back at you. She continued to rummage through your stuff as you went on your phone.

The other woman opened a shoebox that contained a bunch of old notebooks from high school. Curiously, she picked up one of them, flipping through the pages.

You noticed your friend had gone awfully quiet. You looked up from your phone, seeing her read one of your old journals. You recognized the cover of that particular notebook and immediately jumped out of bed. "A little privacy!"

At some point, you had a bit of an infactuation with your best friend. Well, still do. The notebook in your hand contained many journal entries of Vi, and what you wished she would do to you. Perhaps you had gotten carried away with the details.

"What? I didn't see anything." Vi stood up, stretching her arms.

"Seriously? Nothing at all?" If Vi was bullshitting, you truly could not tell.

"Is there something I should've read?" Vi tilts her head at you, blue eyes looking at you curiously.

You put the notebook back into the shoebox, shoving it back into the closet. "No, nothing at all. Clean up this mess, please," you huffed.

♡

After a quick shower, you changed into some comfortable clothes.

Vi had picked a movie that would probably end with both of you falling asleep halfway in.

You got under the covers. "What'd you put on?"

"Does it matter?" Vi snorted, which earned her a hit from your pillow once again. "Stop abusing me!"

"Stop being a smartass," you retorted.

Vi had put on 'But I'm a Cheerleader,' and of course, your eyes were glued to the TV screen. You didn't notice the way your friend had become quiet, and how her brows were knit together as she was deep in thought.

It was complete bullshit that Vi hadn't read the journal entries about her. She couldn't get it out of her head about the things you wanted her to do. Hell, she was completely on board.

She's always had an interest in you but never risked the friendship if the feelings weren't reciprocated.

Vi scooted closer so your arm was brushing against hers. Then, she spoke up, "Hey, remember when we used to practice kissing?"

You didn't tear your gaze from the TV screen, not finding the question suspicious. "Yeah, when we were nine and thought babies are shat out." You let out a chuckle.

Vi rolled her eyes. She was quiet for a brief moment before she took the leap. "Do you want to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Practice kissing."

You tore your gaze away from the TV, looking at the other woman. Did you hear that right?

Then, you realized she had read the journal entries. You smacked her arm. "I fucking knew it!"

Vi let out a laugh, holding her hands up to shield herself. "Come on, I think it's cute you used that many adjectives to describe my eyes."

Feeling embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands, groaning into them. "That was a long time ago."

Vi's grin slowly drops. Quietly, she asked, "So, you don't feel the same anymore?"

You moved your hands from your face, looking at her. You bit your cheek, feeling the way your heart beat faster.

"Because if you still do then..." Vi trails off, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Listen, I really want to kiss you right now."

Your eyes widened slightly at Vi's words. You let out a snort, shaking your head. "You're fucking with me right?"

Vi rolled her eyes once more, closing the gap between the both of you. Her lips were way softer than you had imagined. She pulled away when she noticed you weren't kissing her back. "Sorry, I -"

You pulled her back in for another kiss. You have been waiting for years, and you were not going to let the opportunity pass.

Vi nipped at your bottom lip, her hand moving to your hip as she rolled on top of you. "Fuck," she murmured.

Her shirt rode up, exposing a bit of the inked skin on her back. You held onto her, pulling her closer so your bodies were pressed firmly against each other.

You let out a soft whine when Vi broke away from the kiss, and the sound made her wetter. You watched as she got up from the bed, going over to your closet.

You sat up on your elbows, curious. "What are you doing?"

When she found what she was looking for, Vi turned around, holding your notebook in her hand. A sly grin on her face, "Why don't we make these pages come true, hm?"

♡

You are forever grateful that Violet is a nosy fucker.

The corners of your bedsheets had come undone from the countless times Vi had fucked you tonight.

Vi's head was slotted between your thighs, hands gripping them to keep them open. She lapped at your pussy, trying to coax another orgasm from you. What was it, the fourth? Sixth one? You didn't think it was possible for your body to cum this many times. But Vi was a woman of many suprises.

"Fuck, if I knew how good you tasted, baby," Vi coos. She's practically devouring you from the way she's shoving her face into you.

You were so sensitive at this point that you tried to squirm away, but your best friend is a sadistic fuck - she pulled you back onto her mouth, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs.

"Vi, fuck, I can't," you gasped out. One hand held on tightly to her hair while the other gripped the mattress.

Vi pauses for a brief moment to taunt you. "Isn't this what you wanted? That I bully your pussy with my tongue?" She rubs your clit with the pad of her thumb, earning a short cry from you. "Come on, don't back out now."

The knot in your stomach tightened from Vi's teasing. You could feel yourself getting closer.

Vi resumes licking at your cunt, sucking on the sensitive flesh. She added two fingers into your hole, and you couldn't help but clench around them. "Be good for me, and cum for me." She continued her ministrations, and by then, you had your final orgasm of the night.

You arched your back from the bed, eyes rolling as your entire body trembled. It should've embarrassed you from how much you shook, but you didn't care. Not when it felt this fucking good, and definitely not when Violet looked so pussy drunk off of you.

Vi lazily crawls up, plopping right beside you on her stomach. She drapes one arm around your waist. She leans in to press her lips against yours, getting a taste of your desire on her mouth.

A comfortable silence fell between the both of you until Vi spoke up. "If it wasn't obvious enough, I like you. More than just friends."

"Oh," you began. "This is kind of awkward, I was hoping you could just leave since I called you an Uber -"

Vi pinched your side playfully. "Dumbass."

You let out a laugh, scooting closer to the other woman.

At some point, you both had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

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bluukive · 2 months ago

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This is my first time actually making a request/ ask of any kind because I feel like such a pervert 🫣 but could you possibly write how the JJk guys would react to a reader who’s a surprise squriter? -🦎

!MDNI: Surprise? - JJK

an - I actually know nothing about sqwuirting so this might be unrealistic? Ty for the ask tho <3

ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru

Starts crying

Like he's so dramatic about it, lower lip jutted out as he thinks 'Oh, shit. My girl's a supersoaker???', all whilst he's staring at your twitching body below him.

Tries giving you a high-five, ignoring the fact you're boneless right now. You can't really blame him, he's beyond excited. Probably just ends up slapping your thigh.

He's brought back into reality when your pussy refuses to let him go almost, gripping him like a vice.

Says he needs to see you do it again for 'scientific purposes' - he's got his phone out with the flash on, recording from all angles possible as his fingers slide in and out, curl up inside you with his face as close to your pussy as possible so that he can throw a cheeky wink at the camera.

Non-stop yapper after, like... worse than usual. He's laying on his belly in bed, legs swinging as he goes on and on about how flattered he is and how you must love him so much

ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru

Quiet when it happens. He just stares for a while before exhaling and pulling his cock out of you. Suguru's head is tilted as he admired his still pulsing length. It as hard as ever, but the only difference now is that it's glistening with your release.

Slaps his cock against your clit, smirking when you curl in on yourself due to overstimulation. Will also whisper about how nasty of a slut you are, getting his dick wet like that

He restrains you (consensually ofc) with whatever he can. Suguru wants to see you frustrated, so he'll use anything to edge you, whether that be his tongue, fingers, toys. etc.

Dare I say when you finally orgasm and squirt again, he comes untouched too. He developed a fascination with edging just because it made that final release all the more satisfying for you both

All cuddles and praise after, but he's thinking of different ways to make you do it again

ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro

Nearly stops completely, cursing as his hips falter. You've been folded in half when it happens, and the spurts of your release hit his aps, coating them in a glossy sheen that he's staring down at. Feels his heart thumping in his ears, Toji's that turned on

Smug as hell once he's recovered (acting like he didn't pull out and squeeze his cock slightly to prevent himself from cumming on the spot)

Runs his entire hand down both his abs and chest and makes you lick it all clean after staring at it. You swear it looked like he was rebooting, and you mentally log it in your head to tease him about it later.

Once that's all done, your knees are practically by your ears as he pushes your legs back even further (idek how that's possible, my fatass could never). Toji's swearing to wring you out like a damn towel, determined to make you do it again

You both end up overstimulated, Toji just couldn't stop himself from getting hard whenever he saw your pussy gush all over him

ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento

Mr. Short-circuit pt 2 yessir. Starts saying stuff like 'Did I do that to you?, 'Was that because of me?', and he knows damn well it was all him.

You squirt for the first time when he's eating you out, actually. His glasses are covered in stray drops of your orgasm, and he politely wipes them clean, all whilst taking a moment to smile privately. He's made you do that, no-one else. Nanami's face is a pretty pink throughout it all.

First makes sure you're okay. After all, your comfort is Nanami's priority above everything else. He wants verbal confirmation that you felt good, a nod isn't good enough.

Once you give him that shaky 'yes', something shifts in Nanami. He's borderline clinical with how he touches and inspects your pussy after. His glasses are off, and his eyes remain trained on your pussy whilst he's fucking into you.

A thumb stays on your clit throughout it all, and he's changing the pace of the focused digit. When Nanami feels like you're close to orgasm, he slows down. He's unintentionally edging you, but neither of you are complaining when your back arches off the bed for the nth time that night

Thanks you when you squirt, for trusting him this much

ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen

Pretends that it's an inconvenience when you accidentally squirt on him. He's actually hiding how obsessed he is with you at that moment

Grabs your face, practically snarling when he degrades you. Sukuna's hissing out commands, talking about how you've soiled him. It's apparently now your duty to squirt again with ONLY his permission

It's become a challenge for him to make you soak his body over and over, and he's dragging his tongue all over your cunt when it happens (even if that means he has to pull his cock/s out of you)

Calls you weak multiple times. Frankly doesn't care if you're crying, he'll just lick the tears right back up. Time to recover from an orgasm is practically non-existent

Develops a need to have you ride his thigh at least once a day whilst he's on his throne. It's a way for him to humiliate you, making you buck your hips like you're in heat until he can feel the wetness coat the thick muscle.

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jaesblogstuff · 2 months ago

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You know where home is at, don’t you now. (RAWR)

⸻

You don’t text him. You just show up.

You knock twice, the way he taught you, before slipping into the apartment like it’s your own. It isn’t. But that’s never stopped you before. Nothing about this should work. But here you are.

Same black hoodie. Same Glock under the pillow. Same grin he doesn’t bother to hide when he sees you in that skirt.

“Thought you had plans with your man,” Simon mutters, kicking the door shut behind you.

“I do,” you say. “They just changed.” He laughs once, low and sharp. Pulls you in by the waist and slaps your ass like you’re late to something.

“He know you wear that shit for me?” You hum against his mouth. “He don’t need to know everything.”

Simon Riley came from chaos. He never hid it. Said he was born somewhere hot and broke and loud. Said he had a couple acres out there, some fake papers, and a name that didn’t exist on any real record. Told you in that lazy, deep tone, like it was nothing. Like surviving shit like that was just how it goes.

“Heartbreakers,” he called them. “Women like you.”

But you were the one who stitched him back together. Drove him to court dates. Held his phone when he couldn’t stop shaking. Slept beside him when he woke up screaming from the past. You took him to Belgium once, just to say you did. Showed him a world where no one knew what he’d done. Or who he’d killed.

You made him feel safe. And that’s dangerous. Because now he needs you. And Simon Riley does not like needing anyone.

He doesn’t say much when you push him back onto the mattress, straddle him with nothing on under the skirt. He just grips your hips and grinds up once, slow and cruel, watching your mouth part around a breathless little sound that isn’t a moan but close.

You ride him until your legs shake. Until the room smells like sweat and smoke and that damn hoodie is halfway off and his tattooed arm is flexed around your waist. Until you’re ruined. Gutted. Fucked open and sore. And still, it’s not enough.

Later, when you’re on your back and the sheets are wet and the cigarette’s burning slow in his hand, he doesn’t pass it. Just lets it dangle from his lips while he stares at the you from the chair.

“You still fuckin’ him?” he asks, casual as sin. You don’t answer. Not right away. Just stretch like a cat, long and slow, letting him watch every inch of you shift under his gaze.

“Why?” you murmur. “You jealous?”

He scoffs, eyes half-lidded. “Nah. Just like knowin’ who I’m takin’ it from.” And maybe that should sting. But it doesn’t. Not from him. From him, it drips like honey. Dark, possessive, and thick with truth.

You slide off the bed, sore between the legs, and you make him wait. You don’t speak. Don’t ask. You just start to crawl. Palms to the cold floor. Eyes locked on his knees. You move slow, deliberate, like every step is a confession. A promise. A surrender.

Simon watches, legs spread wide, smoke curling around his face like a crown. “You done actin’ like you got options?” he mutters, voice rough and low. You smile up at him, teeth bared like a threat. “You scared I might?”

He leans forward, catches your jaw in one hand, thumb pressing against your lip. “Nah,” he says. “I know you won’t.” He slips two fingers into your mouth—down your tongue, past comfort. Until you gag just enough to make his eyes gleam.

“That’s my girl.”

And God help you, but you like the way that sounds. You always have.

You crawl into his lap, straddle him again. The cocky tilt of your mouth dares him to keep playing. “I didn’t fuck him,” you finally answered. “But you were thinking it.”

Simon doesn’t even blink. Just grips your waist like a man anchoring himself. “I was thinkin’ you’ve got a smart fuckin’ mouth for someone who crawls back to me beggin’.” You laugh, breath hot against his cheek. “That's why you kept beggin’? Couldn’t take not having me?”

“Beggin’?” He grabs your ass, lifts you, and drops you on his cock in one rough motion that punches the air from your lungs. “Sweetheart,” he growls, deep and close, “I own you.” And the sick part? You love how true that feels.

You fuck like it’s the last time. Like this is a war and he’s claiming the only piece of ground that ever meant anything. Your body is his battlefield, and he doesn’t just win—he conquers.

“You like when I crawl to you,” you whisper. Simon grins. “I like remindin’ you where you fuckin’ belong.”

You bite his shoulder. “Then remind me.”

He flips you, fucks you harder.

And you never forget.

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velvetcrimsonkisses · 1 year ago

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Gojo who loves listening to your voicemails…

He rarely misses your calls but when he does he adores that you always leave him a voicemail. Laying on his bed after a long mission and all he wants to hear is your sweet voice. Slender fingers graze over his phone screen, opening one of his favorite voicemails.

“Hi baby!” your cheerful voice echos thru his phone. A smile instantly spreads across his face at the sound you.

“I know you were busy today but I miss you so much…baby” you spoke with a hint of playfulness in your words. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to listen to the rest of the message. Feeling his cock spring at the way you call him baby. The word sliding off your tongue like honey. Hand over his face in embarrassment at how flustered you make him with just your voice.

Face flushing red as he grows restless. His free hand sliding down his abdomen, slowly trailing down further reaching the large print in his pants, giving it a soft squeeze. His mouth dropping open as he cupped his erection feeling how hard he really was.

It’s not long before he begins humping his poor pillow, needy for some stimulation against his hard cock. Rolling his hips against it at the sound of your voice. Hands shaky as he reaches to replay the voicemail over and over again.

Desperately wishing it was you under him taking his cock, as you whine about how good he was giving it to you. Missing the way you wrap your legs around his torso, the way your fingernails scratch his back, and how you place kisses on his cheek encouraging him to go faster.

Good thing Satoru has such a vivid imagination, the pillow being good enough until he got his hands back on you. Shamelessly cumming onto it for the nth time that night. A pout on his cute face because he’s upset that his cum isn’t inside you. So upset he goes again, shuffling through your voicemails, picking a different one before he starts grinding himself onto the pillow again.

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oceantornadoo · 5 months ago

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tw: evil ex wife stereotypes it’s for the plot trust

sorry this is unedited

captain price, divorcee and extreme dilf.

after a soul crushing mission, the safe house is silent as the team waits for morning exfil. you go outside for a breath of fresh air and find your captain, smoking a cigar and looking at a polaroid photo. “hey, cap.” he sends you a nod, then focuses back to the picture in his hand. you let him have this privacy, closing your eyes and breathing slow.

"smoke?" you open your eyes to his hand in front of you, offering a cigar. funny, how soap's been trying to nab one of cap's cigars for months and here he is, offering it to you. you take it silently, reminding yourself how to use it as you exhale slow. a minor cough eeks out, sending you both chuckling. he takes it back and switches hands, his photograph now on the side you share. his show of trust instills you with enough confidence to ask: "is that them?" two dark-haired little girls smile at you through the photograph, cheesy grins cloaking you with warmth. he hums affirmatively, callused thumb stroking the photo. "forced me t' buy a polaroid so they could model their new dresses." you bet he bought them that camera with a smile on his face. the wedding band tanline on his hand, stark when you met him two years ago, has faded completely like it was never there. "they've got you wrapped around their fingers." he nods, tucking the photo back in his vest to focus on his cigar. you both watch the smoke curl into the midnight air.

"open." you do obidiently, both pairs of eyes zeroed in on how close his hands are to your mouth. they brush your lips (not necessary if he'd adjusted his grip), staying there for a few seconds while you inhale and retreating when you exhale. something grows there, in the space between his body and yours. only once the smoke dissipates do you decide to get some sleep. "goodnight, cap." you back away towards the door, eyes on his. "goodnight, lieutenant." his eyes drop in alarm and that's when you see the red light of a sniper gun on your torso. everything goes to shit after that.

your hospital stay comes in flashes. your captain, haggard yet handsome, in that uncomfortable-looking chair next to your bed. a blink and there's two angels instead, bickering at the height of the hospital bed. "daddy said not to wake her!" the taller one argues. the younger one shakes her head, an echo of her father, and pets your limp hand. "daddy also said she has a boo-boo and t' kiss it better!" she kisses your hand with a restrained gentleness you wouldn't expect from a little kid. they keeping arguing, anchoring you to the land of the living for a few minutes. "alrigh' rascals, lets let her sleep. what do we say?" they turn to you with toothy smiles, like the picture, and whisper-yell "feel better!" before getting scooped up by their father.

later, time slipping through your fingers like sand, the doctor explains what happened in practiced words. shot to the torso, passed out because of shock and blood loss. simon haunts the space behind her like the ghost he is and you have to laugh at the gall of your fellow lieutenant. once you hear "a month of recovery," you give in to the weight of your eyelids.

a month later.

you knock at his door, then let yourself in. it’s something he lets you get away with, no one else.

price is grumbling into his phone and while usually you wouldn’t care, it seems oddly personal. you try to inch back out, but his sharp blue eyes catch yours before you can. “i told ya i’d need this today. gave you a two day warnin’.” he’s frowning at whatever the other person says (high pitched voice, definitely female). “christ, i’ll figure somethin’ out.” he hangs up before they can get another word in.

“everything ok? i can leave if you need some space?” you ask. he shakes his head, dragging a hand through his beard and readjusting his hat (stupid, why does he wear it indoors) before sitting down in his desk chair. “need t’ pick the girls up but this goddamn report is killin’ me.” it’s an intelligence focused night and while you finally broke through to one of your contacts, the creation of reports and communications with higher ups takes forever. your captain is especially chained to his desk, where his bosses could call at any moment and demand a redo.

"oh." you're not sure what the lines are here. not sure what to say to the loving father of two who sat vigil at your hosptial bed for a week. "their mom's at a dinner an' can't drive 'cause she drank a glass of wine." he bites out, almost to himself. "so her boyfriend can drop her home, but simply can't make a stop on the way to pick up the girls from after school care." you think back to the finished reports on your desk and the lack of plans you have.

"i could pick them up?" you tick the end up as a question, easier for him to deny. he does, of course. "can't ask tha' of you, lieutenant. not in y'r job description." you shrug, moving closer to his desk until you're practically sitting on it. "i'm not medically cleared to the field yet but i can still drive. it's not like i'm getting deployed in the next hour. and i'd be glad to do it." he's still unsure, staring at the laptop in front of him. "i've got to thank the angels that kissed my boo-boos." you break the tension with a laugh and when he looks up, there's a small smile under his beard. "you sure you're good t' drive?" you nod, rounding the table so you're a bit closer. he leans back a bit until his eyes meet yours. "passed the driving requirements last week. can't run out a burning building but i can handle pickup." he lifts his hips, tantalizing and strong, to fish out the keys in his pocket. "little one still needs the booster seat. easier f' ya t' take my car." this show of trust is worse, worming its way into your heart.

he texts you the address and says he'll call them ahead of time since you're not on the list. before you leave, price fishes out a sweatshirt from somewhere under his desk. "so ya don't look like a soldier." you're wearing standard olive green wear, t-shirt and camo pants. the sweatshirt (black, has 'price' on the back, smells like him) dulls the look into something almost publicly acceptable. "i'll keep you updated, cap." you're almost out the door when he says it. "thank you, lieutenant."

"hello, lovelies." you squat to get on their level, noting how they're holding hands tightly. "i'm a friend of your daddy. he sent me to take you to your mum." the older one squints at you with suspicion. "are you the lady from the hosp- hosp- hospital?" you nod, telling them your name. "i'm all better now thanks to you two. your kisses really worked." that causes them both to blush, inching towards you. the aftercare supervisor nudges them forward, thanking you with a grateful smile when they finally get towards the car. the fact that it's their father's calms them, settling in easy to their seats as the older one shouts unhelpful instructions as to how to buckle the car seat. you text price an update, then head towards their mother's.

when you get there, though, something's off. john picks up on the first ring. "everything ok?" he pants, hard. "yeah, the girls are fine. i'm at their mom's but i don't think anyone's home? the lights are off." he barks out a curse, and shamefully, it sends a spark straight to your core. "if it's ok, i could take them to get dinner? maybe pizza and ice cream since they had a long day? they only had a snack at the after program." he sighs and you can practically see him nodding in agreement.

"yeah, love. get some food in them, their mom should be home in an hour." love. spoken warmly and fluidly, like it was meant to be there. you bid him goodbye and take a deep breath, locking yourself into babysitter mode with no thoughts of their father. "who wants ice cream?" you ask, and smile when they scream.

an hour later, you get back to the house with two sugared-up littles. for all the grief their mom has caused john, you don't particularly care. the lady herself is standing on driveway, arms crossed with a frown. when you let the girls out, they hug-attack their mother, and she earns a few points back with her whispered "hello, my darlings. go wash up, mummy will be in soon."

you're closing the doors when she appears next to you. "so you're john's girlfriend." you frown, shaking your head. "no ma'am, i'm one of his lieutenants." the determined expression on her face doesn't change. "exactly, you're the lieutenant." and then she says your name like it's been memorized, even though you didn't offer it to her. all you can do is nod numbly and make an excuse to get back to base, ruminating on her words the whole time.

back in price's office, it's like deja vu with how tired he looks. this time, he greets you at the door, only a singular lamp on in the background. "hi cap-" the words get cut off when you're pulled into a bone crushing hug. it takes you a second to readjust: his hands around your waist, head tucked into the cruck of your neck.

slowly, your own hands wrap around his neck, pulling him in deeper. your fingers thread through his hair, cringing when they knock off his hat. he doesn't seem to care, squeezing you tight before pulling back. "thank you." he murmurs, hands still on your waist. your own drop to your sides, floating. "you told her i'm your girlfriend?" you eek out, unable to hold it back. his relieved expression drops, hands unsure at your waist. "i- she asked who the girls were visitin' at the hospital. was easier that way." your face drops at his response. john has an opposite reaction, stepping closer with a rough grip to your hip.

"you wanted another answer?" there's nowhere to go under the force of his stare. "maybe." is what you finally spit out. bravely, your hand finds the rough hair of his beard, exploring. it's as simple as a yes.

his kiss is possessive and bruising, pushing you against the door. your other hand tangles in his hair, pulling him in further. one of your legs wraps around his waist and with some encouragement, he gets you to surrender your position fully, your legs in his hands. "christ, ya taste like sherbert." you giggle, folding yourself further into him. "it was, oh fuck." he licks a stripe up your neck before kissing your jaw. "it was mango." he hums appreciatively.

“such a good wife f’ me.” you freeze, pulling back. “i’m not your wife, john.” yet here you are, his face in your hands like it’s yours to hold. “my hoodie.” he kisses your forehead. “pickin’ up my girls.” your cheek. “usin’ my money.” the credit card you found in the hoodie pocket. he shakes you out of your reverie with a nip to the neck.

“tha’s wha’ i thought.” he murmurs when you don’t argue back. you shut him up with a kiss. “i can see why you got divorced, cave man.” and all he does is laugh, moving to set you down on his office table.

john tugs off your layers one by one until you’re in your bra, legs spread on his office. “john.” he hums, fingers exploring the lines of your bra. “can we talk?” he stops suddenly, eyes on yours. the force of it is too much, making you meek and weak-willed. “so…you like me?” he nods, tracing the lines of your skin until he gets to the wound, healing on your torso. “felt like i died too when ya got shot. right in front of me an’ i couldn’t protect you.” you shake your head, pulling him in by the belt buckle until he’s between your legs. “it wasn’t your fault. we cleared the area best we could.” he kisses the scar, soft and sweet. “let me make it up to you?” you nod.

john pulls down a cup of your bra, laving at your tit like he’s trying to draw milk. “right, love. lay back f’ me.” and like always, you do.

i wrote this in between classes and it’s unedited. perhaps will come back to edit. anyways.

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