#HELP IM SORRY IM FEELING MOODY

[crystallizsch]

despite twst being a "villain" game

i love it when i see how certain characters speak to certain people. like how people just relate to their struggles/personalities/etc.

there’s riddle coming to terms that not everything has to be perfect, unlearning from what he has been taught growing up that not everything has to be followed to the letter;

ace who is gungho and earnest about what he believes in and has the natural inclination to defend those he grows to genuinely care about;

deuce always striving to improve himself despite setbacks and being aware of his own shortcomings;

leona who acts like he’s given up from being cast aside his entire life and coming to terms to the fact that there are people that do look to him as a leader, as someone who’s worth something;

floyd who unapologetically just does what he wants, choosing to do things that interests him at the moment;

kalim choosing to be happy and kind always, living life everyday to the fullest knowing what he’s gone through;

jamil with the expectations and obligations to essentially "perform" and do things for others more than for himself, especially when he has the potential to shine by himself with his own abilities;

vil rejecting gender norms and restrictions, while still being confident in his own masculinity, and also wanting other people to bring out their best and truest potential even though he may be strict about it;

rook being able to pick out so meticulously the beauty in everything and everyone whenever no one else is able to;

idia with his introverted yet very passionate energy towards things he cares about;

silver with his love and dedication for those he considers his family;

malleus with his loneliness and bringing out his genuine self with someone he's able to consider a friend;

i know some of these sound pretty surface-level but these are the ones that just came to mind at the moment, these are not my full-on thoughts on each of them

my point overall is i just really love seeing when there’s a character that REALLY speaks to someone that doesn’t particularly speak to me because it gives me a whole new perspective on characters i initially didn’t care about or didn’t like and makes me appreciate them more

also it just shows how how these characters are different enough in that sense so that there are characters for everyone to love and relate to 🥺💕

i could gush more about relationship dynamics as well but this is getting long enough hfdsfjsljlks anyways i would love to see others’ own takes and why a particular character(s) relates to them or why they just like them in general 👉👈 i want to spread some good vibes 💖 but anyways idk these are just my thoughts 🤧

[mishellii]

♢ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ, ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ, ᴋɪʙᴀ, ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ, ɴᴇᴊɪ & ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ

a/n: sooo my first headcanons yeiih!! this just came flowing out of me while watching boruto tbh because i'm delusional lmao,,,, anyway, very self indulgent as always :) ignore typos pls i cant spell aaaand enjoy xx

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: none! SFW :) not proofread

masterlist

♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿sUCH a messy sleeper

❀he'd toss and turn throughout the whole night, ending up somewhere completely different than where he fell asleep on the bed

❀matching pyjama sets !!!

✿especially seasonal ones, he adores them

✿BLANKET HOGGER !!!

❀but not on purpose really, he just pulls it with him due to all his movements

✿u always wake up with it either on the floor or him laying atop of it

❀sometimes he hits u with his elbow or his feet, but pls don't tell him he WILL cry

✿just push him away, boy will not wake up under any circumstances

❀the both of u alWAYS cuddle when falling asleep

✿the usual position is with his arms around your waist, legs thrown over ur own and his face resting next to ur shoulder

❀for that exact reason he's a BIG SPOON !!

❀so so quick to fall asleep, and wakes up after u as well

✿but not at all groggy in the morning !! he's energetic from the second he opens his eyes and sees u preparing breakfast

❀overall just the softest boyfriend ever

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

❀now thIS dude sleeps like a corpse

✿he's not particularly prone on cuddling u, but he fairly enjoys having ur head on his chest and feeling ur fingertips draw circles against his skin

❀he'd never admit it tho obviously

✿mostly wears a black lose t-shirt and some short sweats or sumn 

❀just comfortable all around

✿i'm a firm believer in the back position

❀laying flat on the mattress, one arm either around u, or both resting on his belly

✿light sleeper, if i may

❀takes him pretty long to fall asleep as well, but counting ur breath usually calms him and makes it easier

✿u make everything easier for him actually

❀doesn't really care about a blanket, it all really depends on what u prefer while sleeping

✿often awoken by nightmares, but won't ever wake u up or tell u the next day because he thinks it's embarrassing

❀refuses to leave the bed in the morning, but isn't moody at all just very quiet

✿always helps u make breakfast and makes the bed without having to ask him to

❀overall just a calm lover

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

❀without a doubt, a snorer

✿like IM SORRY LADIES but c'mon

❀but not annoyingly loud, just breathy lil snores

✿the problem with it is: he won't move an INCH away from u ever, he's all up in ur business while sleeping

❀doesn't matter how, he's always got to feel u next to him somehow

✿i take him as a sleep talker too, mumbling incoherent words against your neck which only make u laugh tbh

❀akamaru's got his own bed next to the two of u, but some nights he crawls in between ur bodies, practically suffocating u

✿you really don't mind on colder nights, but in summer kiba makes him get off, due to having such a high body temperature already and he doesn't want u to complain even more

❀wore a shirt and pants at the beginning of ur relationship

✿but now??? u'd have to FORCE him to wear anything more than boxers

❀hates when u don't want to cuddle :(( might as well kill him fr

✿why need a blanket when he has you??

❀doesn't leave the bed AT ALL in the morning, u literally have to grab him by the feet and drag him out of it

✿he's a sweetheart, really

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

❀dude HATES cuddling at the beginning of ur relationship, me thinks

✿but fear not, it just takes a bit of convincing from ur side and he's in on it

❀but it's subtle touches really, like holding his hand or having ur feet intertwined

✿if u've had a bad day, he'd definitely play with your hair to make u fall asleep, he's not a diCK

❀grey sweats all the way !!!!!

✿rarely ever wears a shirt, except for when it's cold of course

❀he seems much more like a light sleeper than not, but he's so grouchy when something wakes him up it's a drag really 

✿has to be completely dark and quiet in his room or he won't be able to close one eye

❀always sleeps on the side closest to the door

✿big on talking about both ur days at night because he's a very private person and loves spending time with u ALONE

❀deep talk at 2am?? u can bet on it

✿forehead kisses!!! once u wake up and neither of u want to get up and start ur day

❀he's such an attentive lover in general, i'm actually going insane 

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀oh my lovely boy

✿i feel like he wouldn't move a MUSCLE while sleeping

❀sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he's still alive

✿AHEM

❀a light sleeper foshou

✿also ????

❀he would 100% wait for u to fall asleep first

✿would always run his fingertips over your back to make you tired

❀unfortunately, the closest to cuddling u two do, is ur head on his chest

✿he gets sweaty quickly, so he'll often sleep without a shirt (which u don't complain about obviously) and that's the reason why he doesn't necessarily NEED body contact (in this situation only!!)

❀but HUGE PLUS he'll sweet talk you to sleep almost every night 

✿asking about ur day from begin to end

❀he wants to know it ALL

✿in general, he's really big on making you as comfortable as possible before bed

❀would even wait till the morning to go pee because you look so peaceful laying on his chest

✿don't mind him watching u he just thinks ur so pretty ok

❀u wake up to the smell of coffee almost every morning

✿overall, as we been knew, the gentlest gentlemen to perhaps ever gentleman goodbye

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

❀poor baby's the king of light sleepers

✿always ready to jump into battle and protect u if he has to, even if u convince him that ur safe and nothing's going to happen :(

❀casually wears a black tanktop and some sweats, mask and shinobi headband easily reachable on the bedside table at his right side

✿definitely enjoys u playing with his hair too much

❀he prefers to fall asleep with his head either on your chest or tugged just under your chin so he can hear you breathe and ur heart beat

✿he's so tragic oh my days

❀anYWAY light snores but only when he's REALLY gone and u rarely ever see him in this state so,,,,,

✿loves listening to ur stories before falling asleep

❀legs & arms intertwined and allathat 

✿you will never lay in bed without him picking up one of his books at least ONCE

❀it really calms him down u know

✿but start a conversation with him, and he's all urs, book long forgotten next to his mask and headband.

❀always wakes up earlier than u, preparing breakfast with said book between his fingers 

✿(he swears he'll close it once ur awake tho)

❀((he does))

a/n: AHEM i hope u liked it ???? pls tell me ??? AAAA i will see u beans next time bye bye xx

devider by @enchanthings

[trulyumai]

to love an emperor

—: pairing - caracalla / wife! reader

—: synopsis - Caracalla the disastrous, caracalla the mighty. thousands would cower down and pray in fear of such a man, but you? you offered love and kisses upon the head.

—: warnings - none. pure fluff for the soul.

—: an - is it a little off character? oh yeah. but the man needs more soft love and I am here to provide.

not everyday was caracalla affectionate. he was moody sometimes— angry at you even when someone else had provoked him.

but tonight?

tonight he couldn’t stop adoring you; you had no idea what had gotten into him. caracalla was never this affectionate, at least without jealousy or a beverage involved.

“do you love me?” the man mumbled, it was muffled against your skin. his breath was warm and sticking to you without delay. “of course,” you hummed, slipping fingers into the crown of his head, gently guiding your fingers through the soft and messy locks.

instantly Caracalla folded, the candlelight bounced of his face and illuminated each shadow and crevice with purpose. he was handsome, you certainly couldn’t deny such a fact. his eyes were soft, a light pink and red hue danced around his eyelids as the rest of his skin lay pale and untouched.

his lips were a little chapped, proof of him picking and biting them after todays timeline

“—you?”

Perking up, your mind cleared. You hadn’t even realized you spaced out until the jumbles of his words came to.

“I’m sorry, my love, what was that?”

the man beside you shuddered at such an endearment. He felt so warm, so comfortable in your presence.

“I said, do you know I love you?” Letting out a quiet snicker, a nod was given. “of course, I see it in your eyes, husband.”

Caracalla frowned, confusion blotted his features. “My… eyes?”

Soft fingers glided against his cheek, to which he leaned into trustingly. A thumb traced the underside of his eye, gently tracing random shapes and letters unconsciously.

“Mmh, you look at me the way Dondus looks at his snacks, my love.”

He couldn’t help but let out a bubble of laughter. wrinkles began to form around his eyes from such a joyous action, however his vision never faltered from admiring your blushing face. “I’m serious! You— you do!”

“Angel, what an odd way of phrasing such a thing!” Joining him in the barrage of giggles, you slumped onto him, digging your chin into the crevice of his neck.

“You’re not much of a poet, even I could have thought of better,”

You gasped, with hands now holding you upright on his chest a mischievous glint was caught in Caracallas eyes. “You jest, husband, surely. I’m more of a poet than you could ever be!”

“Oh?” The emperor challenged. Already taking advantage of this new position, both arms wrapped around your waist, prohibiting you from moving even an inch away.

“Mhm! Don’t you remember the last full moon? The festivities— the worshipping I gave—,”

A big, warm hand stopped you from going further, covering the entirety of your mouth and a giggle burst against the skin.

“I am more than aware of such a night, quiet it down before someone hears you.”

Although the walls were thick, and no one would ever think of disturbing such high power; there was celebration below, citizens from far and near joined in tonight’s merriment and Caracalla didn’t need anyone hearing of such a frivolous act between the two of you.

Feeling particularly bold, a light nibble was given to the man. Startled by such a sharp pain, the hand was removed and you were (temporarily), free to do as you pleased. Not sparing even a moment, your lips brushed against Caracallas ear with mischievous purpose. “Don’t you want them to know im yours? Have me scream your name in pleasure—“

“Careful,” The ginger seethed, already shuffling uncomfortably under you. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, wife.”

“And who said I couldn’t finish, husband?” Suddenly, a grip was bestowed onto the back of your neck, pushing you forward until your soft lips collided with rougher ones.

Submitting into him, you allowed the pushing and shoving of his tongue, the way his hands pulled at your robes and squeezed each open crevice of skin they could find.

Caracalla quickly pulled back, a string of saliva followed suit and a dazed— hungry look was swimming in his vision.

“Angel?”

Your hands shakily moved across his form, undoing and untying his garments haphazardly.

A wet hum left you, you were so busy with the action you failed to notice his eyes upon you.

And how in love the man looked, felt while beside your side.

His eyes, half lidded and flooded with affection never faltered.

The way you looked in the moonlight, how the silk you were wearing was slowly dragging down your shoulders messily.

Your braids were undone, pulled in every which way from Caracallas hands—and your face?

Gods, there was a reason he called you angel.

No one looked as beautiful as you, and he doubted such a being ever would.

“I love you,” finally the words left him— shoved their way out like spilled wine upon cobblestone.

You smiled, big and wide.

“and I you, my love.”

[fairyofshampgyu]

Super shy !

genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack

Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college customer ! reader

Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing, alcohol, loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (can’t be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,

word count: 2.9k

As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what you’d usually order anyway, Soobin couldn’t help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.

Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!

Realistically, no.

But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.

And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until he’s snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes it’s not evident right now.

“S-sorry…What did you say?” He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.

With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, “I said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?” If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.

“Ah right... That’s ₩7500. Cash or card?”

You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didn’t find that weird.

You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before you’re leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. He’ll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-

“You’re such a virgin.”

His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.

“Just shut up.” Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.

"You’re pinker than the strawberry macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.

So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. “Am not.”

“Are too! Anyway, all I’m saying is that interaction was painful to watch. You’re really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.” Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.

Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"

"S-so!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyu’s cheeks also become the equivalent to the strawberry macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed.

“Well, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesn’t actually matter. It doesn’t mean anything really.” Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.

Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. You’re just saying all that to make yourself feel better because you’re a loser. LMAO"

"I’ll punch you right now."

"Then we'll both be fired~”

A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they don’t seem like they’re going to stop anytime soon.

Soobin doesn’t expect to see you again, in complete honesty, he’s almost forgotten you even exist after you never come again. But he’s in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding!, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the cake and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.

You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. “You have like, icing all on your nose.”

“O-oh. I do?” He points at himself and you nod in reply. He feels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the icing off his nose to not make himself look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .

“Ah wait no. Let me do it!” You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.

And that was the end of soobin. The end.

-

You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesn’t think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a ₩50000 note when it was only ₩5000 change, the list goes on and on. He’s actually surprised he hasn’t lost his job yet.

And there’s also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time you’re in sight, too much of a pussy.

“I’m calling an intervention.” Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, “Soobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. It’s painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. That’s it. We’re going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.”

“But-”

“I said no buts!”

“You know I hate clubbing.”

“You’ve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.” Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.

“So? I know I’ll hate it.”

“You’re such a hater bro.”

“Yes I am. And I take pride in it. I’m a hater of everything.”

Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.

Unfortunately, there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and that’s how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway after his shift, sitting off to the side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. Soobin sighs as he downs his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.

-

In the dimly lit club, soobin’s discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. It’s that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. “Hey! You work at that bakery on campus. I go there!”

Soobin’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink as he splutters on his straw and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm. Act cool and mysterious.

It’s you! You’re speaking to him?!

“So…these things not really your scene, huh?”

“Gee. How did you ever notice?” Soobin attempts to smile and joke with dry humour but it executes a little more awkward and nervous than how he would have liked.

You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time you’ve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. “I’m very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.”

He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. “No but yeah, I’d much rather be at home right now sleeping. Can’t say I’m much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you don’t even know with terrible rave music and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warning”

“I get it.” You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. “So why are you here then?”

“Friend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.” Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.

“Oh, you’re a Virgin?”

Soobin’s ears go red when he realises what he said to you. “O-oh um y-yeah I guess…”

“Are you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?” You question, genuinely surprised. He was tall and very attractive and it was rare for college boys to not hook up every single night these days.

“God no. Just never happened. I don’t really care for things like that. It’s probably overhyped anyway and doesn’t even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.”

“You think so?” You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. “Well maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself.” Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because of the alcohol making you slightly tipsy now. “Sorry, but do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes please.” Soobin’s eyes widen even more at your suggestion and he’s more than happy to get out of here with you especially.

“Umm your friend is a bit….out of it right now.” You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around he’ll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.

“He’ll be…he’ll be fine I’m sure”

Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer he’s been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?

You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobin’s ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.

You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, “Are you okay Soobin?”

He’s only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. He’s so out of it just from making out with you it’s crazy. But so cute too.

“C-can you…can we…just want…”

“What do you want, baby?” You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.

“W-want you…”

“What do you want me to do?” You giggle and coo at him.

He shyly shows you the boner he’s had this entire time. You can’t believe he got a boner just from some kissing. “Can you-will you touch me…please? Need it…” He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.

“Are you sure?”

He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didn’t think he’d be that big.

You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.

You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. It’s endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.

You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.

With a sudden yelp you feel Soobin’s cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.

He doesn’t lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and he’s hard again. “W-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?” He practically begs, still panting out.

“Are you really sure, Soobin? With me?”

“Yes please! Only want you.”

You study his face for any hesitancy but it’s clear he’s so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.

When you’ve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobin’s jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or you’ll be disappointed and he doesn’t want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.

“You good, baby?”

“M’ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.” Soobin shakes out.

You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.

“I’m ready now…” He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.

So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobin’s mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.

“Better than you thought, baby?” You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.

“So much better. O-oh my god, f-fuck…ah!” So maybe sex wasn’t overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like he’s gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times he’s touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.

It’s not long at all before Soobin can’t hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?

After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.

“You know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever I walk in” You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.

“W-wait you knew I liked you?” Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.

You laugh, “Come on, you made it rather obvious.”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and irriating when fics have such little reblogs ☹️. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it make writers want to actually write :)

A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise 😭

[yukioos]

DID I TELL U THAT I MISS U

SUMMARY: megumi fushiguro x reader // you tease and patch up your boyfriend, megumi, after he gets into a fight when trying to take a cursed object from a high school boy.

WARNINGS: not proofread, blood, reader n megumi are in a relationship

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys! sorry i had super bad writers block. im still gonna try and continue my in-ho x reader series btw! i’ll start taking requests for satoru, yuji, and megumi btw! thank you for 700 followers ❤️ this has 0.7k words

you laid in your bedroom, plush chest against the bedsheets as you read a book. every now and then you would flip a page and rake your eyes over the words, but someone still lingered in the back of your mind.

megumi.

gojo sent him to take a cursed object, ryomen sukuna’s finger, from a high school boy. most of the time, missions were easy for him, but he didn’t come back in a few hours. what worried you even more was when gojo knocked on your door and told you he was going to go get some food. however, you could tell something was off.

he wasn’t as humorous, he seemed stiff and averting his gaze everywhere beside you. you cautiously asked him if everything was okay, and of course, he unhesitatingly nodded and grinned. after a little conversation, he walked away. there was a little, unnoticeable tug on your heart that made you finally place down your book and take a moment to yourself.

that one moment turned into a nap.

your eyes widened and shot to the door, where you heard two pairs of feet thumping along the wood. two familiar voices spoke, and you quickly jumped out of bed and trotted to the door. you slowly opened it and peeked your head out, seeing megumi’s pale skin stained with blood, and gojo carrying a pink-haired boy.

you stared at the dark red liquid dripping down his face and onto his uniform, but your teacher greeted, “ah! y/n, great to see you again! we gotcha some mochi, his idea, of course.” he wrapped an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders, causing him to roll his eyes. he was just trying to help his student ‘flirt’ with a girl who megumi was already in a relationship with. gojo still had itadori slung over his shoulder. he gave the mochi to his student and continued, “anyway, i have to deal with this kid. i’ll give you two some alone time.”

he grinned and bumped his elbow into megumi’s and smirked. the younger boy grumbled and balled his fists up, staying silent and frowning until his teacher walked away. he finally glanced at your worried expression and held the bag out for you. you politely and quietly thanked him but paused.

“we should get you cleaned up, honey, you don’t look too good.” you gently rubbed his now scarred face with care and love, trying to wipe off some blood. he averted his gaze but his face suddenly began to feel hot, and he tried to hide his pink cheeks with the neck of his uniform. you walked to the infirmary and opened a door, then sat him down on a bed.

you slightly grinned at how he looked everywhere but you, feeling a bit intimidated. you complimented, “i’ve never seen someone look good even when blood’s dripping down their face, guess that’s changed though, huh? you still look pretty cute, don’t you agree?” beginning to wipe away the blood, you then disinfected the wounds, put ointment on them, then bandaged them.

he scoffed and stared at the ground, huffed then grumbled. damn, he was moody. however, the pink tint still peeked out from where he was trying to hide his face.

as you placed your hand on his cheek, he finally glanced back at your eyes. you kissed him on both cheeks then pushed your lips on one another, smiling into the intimate action. once you pulled away, his dark eyes gazed into yours, saying everything that he wanted to say but couldn’t. megumi wasn’t a man of words, as he told you when you first got into a relationship. he was confident, he knew his worth but just didn’t feel the need to say much, only when a hundred percent necessary.

but of course, he still tries to respond the best he can when you ask him a question.

“why’d you take so long retrieving ryomen sukuna’s finger from that high school?”

[sturnsmadl]

bf!matt headcannons!

warnings!- swearing, angst (light ig), mostly fluff, some smut, not proof read, lover boy matt tbh, cuddling, kissing, idk what else :).

bf!matt who loves holding hands.

bf!matt who is possessive at parties.

"who's that?"

"some drunk guy. thought i was his girl."

"right.."

kisses you

bf!matt who refuses to let you do anything.

"the laundry.."

"nuh uh. move."

bf!matt who ties your shoelaces for you.

"i can do it matt."

"so can i."

bf!matt who keeps his hands warm in your jeans back pocket.

bf!matt who loves physical touch.

bf!matt who always drags you on late night walks during fall.

"we went last nightt!!"

"babe. fall doesn't last forever."

bf!matt who wipe your tears and hugs you when your upset.

"shh..your okay.."

bf!matt who adores carrying you.

"matt i can walk."

"i knowww. but carrying you is fun."

bf!matt who gets you a cat.

"its for you!"

"is it..?"

"i mean...mainly me..but yeah.."

bf!matt who can't stop touching you.

"matt its too hot. let go."

"your too hot."

"fuck off matt."

laughs

bf!matt who isn't massive on PDA but will do small touches.

bf!matt who loves hooking up in his car.

"fuck...yes baby.."

"matt! yes..fuck! yes!"

bf!matt who gets hard from you just sitting in his lap.

bf!matt who is definite that you're the mother of his children.

"we all have that phase matt."

"its not a phase. she's gonna be the mother of my kids chris."

"okay buddy.."

bf!matt who buys you a lot of makeup.

bf!matt who loves giving you hugs and cuddling.

"hi baby."

"oh hi. your back early huh?"

"yep..cuddles?"

bf!matt who made you your own drawer in his room.

bf!matt who always wants to be helping you.

"okay..lets wash this hair. huh?"

"i can wash it.."

"your tired and i love you so im gonna help."

bf!matt who needs to be near you at all times.

"where'd you go?!"

"to the bathroom.."

"jesus..could've told me.."

"wha- yeah..okay. go to sleep."

bf!matt who sits outside the shower door while you shower.

"and i was thinking. what if i just taught you to drive?"

"do we need to talk about this while im showering?"

bf!matt who loves filming sex tapes, especially backshots.

bf!matt who is extremely moody when you're gone.

"matt can you take the-"

"fuck off!"

"jesus..the fuck happened to you.."

bf!matt who hates arguing but you clearly pushed too far.

"probably my other man."

"what...?"

"what? i was kidding..matt.."

bf!matt who gives you silent treatment all day.

"can we talk..matt? come on.."

bf!matt who just cooks for himself he's so mad.

"you made my favourite? oh.."

walks away with a plate for himself

"fucking hell.."

bf!matt who doesn't pay attention to your apologies.

bf!matt who shoves past you, not realising how strong he is.

bf!matt who feels horrible when he accidentally hurts you.

"ow.."

"oh shit.. sorry baby. im so sorry okay? you're okay.."

bf!matt who finds you crying and is immediatley there.

"hey..is it still hurting? im so sorry.."

"no..im pregnant.."

bf!matt who attacks you with a hug when he finds out your pregnant.

"what?! oh my..oh my god! yes yes yes!"

bf!matt who is obsessed with your bump.

"so cute. a whole life's in there.."

"yep..you excited?"

"so."

bf!matt who is extremely overprotective while your pregnant.

"no!!"

"jesus..what?!"

"i can load the dishwasher. you sit."

"you made it sound like i was commiting a crime.."

bf!matt who always texts you while he's filming/streaming.

"can you put your phone down for 2 minutes??"

"yeah one second.."

"you said that 5 minutes ago!"

bf!matt who lets you force him into doing a tiktok dance with him.

bf!matt who freaks out at the birth.

bf!matt who takes the drive home a bit too carefully.

"babe, i know your nervous but we are barely moving."

"im not hurting the baby. im doing 20.."

"thats the problem."

a/n- this is just general bf matt unlike my others but yeah so this may push me back into my break because its absoulutely awful!! but im thinking of doing a halloween theme, doubt ill pull throught though! im so tired :)

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[rafeys-angel13]

silent treatment requested!

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warnings: angst manipulative rafe, argument, kind of a happy ending but not really.

who the actual fuck does he think he is?

that bimbo bitch has been rubbing his arm and giggling in his ear for the past ten minutes and he hasn’t even moved away from her.

he chuckles at something she says and leans back, spreading his legs further.

you can tell by his body language that he’s absolutely hammered and coked out of his mind. but that doesn’t give him an excuse to be with the girl.

when you feel your chest start to get tight, you excuse yourself from your friends and leave the party, you’re so fucking sick of him doing shit like this.

when you get home you crawl into your bed and just sob. you sob for hours and hour until you fall asleep.

-

you wake up in the morning, your head is pounding and your eyes are stinging from all the tears you had shed last night.

you groggily sit up and your phone lights up. you pick it up and check it. in the back of your mind, you want it to be rafe but you know he probably doesn’t even give a shit.

you’re surprised to see rafe’s name on your screen

“53 missed calls from rafe”

“99+ notifications from rafe”

you sigh and open his messages.

2:30am

baby where did you go?

are you mad?

i’m sorry princess

was it that girl?

i swear i don’t even like her man. she’s annoying as fuck.

i just need to know that you’re okay

babe please answer

sarah told me you went home.

can i come over in the morning?

i wanna speak to you

please answer

10:47am

you’re being pathetic. i just wanted know you were safe.

are you okay?

you sigh and lay back down. you drift of your sleep— hoping to be able to ignore everything for the next few hours.

you’re woken up by your bedroom door creaking open, you grumble and open your eyes.

rafe’s standing there and he looks pissed as hell.

“you wanna tell me why you’re ignoring me? or why you left without saying a word last night? does it not occur to you that i’m worried about my girlfriend?” he walks over to the bed, tapping his temples.

you sigh and bury your face in the soft pillow, your head is throbbing and rafe’s raised voice is not helping.

“you’re so fucking immature. you don’t just leave without telling me.” he snaps and pulls you to sit up. you hate that he’s so strong sometimes.

you pull away from him and sit back again your plush headboard.

“you should be happy i even care.” he goes on and on for what feels like an eternity. he doesn’t stop and it makes you feel ten times worse.

you finally lose it and burst out into tears. rafe immediately goes quiet.

“just leave, rafe. i don’t wanna talk to you right now.” you sob, taking a sharp breath in and dropping your head to your hands.

he lunges forward and grabs your face.

“stop being a brat. it’s not cute and i don’t feel bad. quit it.” he growls lowly.

“just leave me alone! i don’t even wanna be with you anymore. im so fucking sick of you treating me like shit.” you splutter out, wiping your cheeks.

“oh so now i treat you like shit? i don’t. i buy you everything you ever want and i take you everywhere you wanna go. i treat you like a damn princess.” he retorts in an arrogant manner, throwing his hands up.

“that’s not treating me well. that’s spoiling me. i just want to be treated well. seeing you talk to girls like you were last night is fucking me up, rafe. it’s not good for me.” you look him straight in the eyes as you talk so he knows you mean it. he looks taken aback by your firm tone.

“baby this isn’t you. what’s wrong? why are you being moody?” he sits down on the side of your bed and pulls you into his lap.

you don’t have the energy or strength to resist. you drop your head to his chest and sob. you sob for ages as he rubs your back gently.

you feel so fucking stupid for seeking comfort in him but you can’t help it. he’s your rock. he’s not a stable one but he is still your rock.

and you know he’s too obsessed to ever leave. you feel safe with him and you can’t help but run back to him every time.

“i just feel like you don’t appreciate me enough” you finally speak up with a trembling voice.

he sighs and kisses your temple, brushing away your tears that continue falling.

“i’m trying my best. okay? and i’m trying to be better… you just gotta- just trust the process, okay?” he stutters and avoid eye contact— his face clouded in remorse.

“i know you’re trying your best. i’m just saying, this isn’t healthy. for either of us.” you mumble, burying your face into his neck. you meant to say it with your chest but your fatigue causes you to speak quietly.

“i know, baby… i know” he rubs your back firmly, relaxing you further. he pulls back and grabs your face, a hand on each side of your cheeks.

“listen. stop being a brat. i don’t wanna have to be a dick, but it’s immature to ignore me.” he speaks condescendingly, making you feel small.

the tightness in your chest and throat doubles as your lip quivers. he shakes his head and kisses your cheek.

“how about we take a nap and talk about this later? i didn’t sleep well last night- in fact i didn’t sleep at all” he suggests, his voice soft and comforting— a stark contrast to his earlier aggravated tone.

you nod and rafe immediately lays down with you, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

he didn’t not sleep because he was worried about you, he didn’t sleep because he continued partying after you had left.

“sleep sweetheart, you need it” he smiles and strokes your hair.

will you ever get out of this cycle? probably not.

-

[vinnyandthephenomena]

“Spoiled Rotten.”

cw: piss mention // spoiled! puppy hybrid! leon kennedy // mdni !

note: inspired by moots @writingwisterias and @rigorwhoring <3 // im so brainrotted it’s wild. somewhat a drabble. fluff on top of the obvious nature. he’s so cutie i can’t help but spoil him. // cross posted on ao3

synopsis: your spoiled puppy hybrid was a bit too excited to see you after a long day. thankfully, you had your own special way to make him feel better about it.

Leon was waiting by the door, anticipating your return. Your job .. that horrid place. It was just as bad as the v-e-t. A word you never said out loud, always spelt it out. He hated your job, because it took you away from him! Your poor puppy-hybrid had the worst separation anxiety when it came to you.

You stepped inside, but before you could even set down your keys, Leon was already all over you. “Leon-!" You exclaimed, stumbling back. His petite owner, so easy to accidentally tussle around. No worries, with his arms around your back, you weren’t going anywhere. Leon licked your cheeks, sloppy puppy kisses all over. “Okay, okay..” you laughed, trying to squirm away. “I’m excited to see you too, Leon..” You trailed off, realizing you’d felt a warmth pressed against your belly. You looked down, saw the growing wet patch on your poor puppy’s sweatpants.

“Oh.. Leon-" You began, but he paid no mind. Fluffy tail wagging behind him as he nuzzled against your cheek. “Hm?” He followed your eyes, one of his ears hitting your nose. “Owner... I’m sorry.” He pouted, not once letting you go. “I-I was just so excited to see you! I missed you so much..” He whined, looking back at you with the most pitiful puppy eyes. “Mad?” He asked, ears flattening on his blonde head of hair. “Mad? No, no, puppy.” You shake your head, taking his face in your hands. “I’m not mad. You can’t help it.” You assure, caressing his pouty face. Like a kid caught stealing cookies.

“So .. You aren’t mad?” Leon’s ears perked back up, nuzzling into your hands. “No-No, I’m not.” You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. His hips were steadily pressed against yours, feeling the thick outline of his puppy cock through the wet fabric. “Leon..” You began, sounding all disappointed again. You knew he couldn’t help it.

“Hmn.. owner..” Leon repeated your tone in a soft growl. “Cant help it.” He nuzzled against your neck, rough tongue running over your skin. Made you feel a familiar sensation between your thighs. Damn. He used your own argument against you. Touché. He began to rock his hips up against your belly, one hand grasping the small of your back. (his tongue ran up your ear, all drool and spit.)

“Leon. We should get you cleaned up..” You tilted your head away, but made no attempt to stop him. He whined again, hips rutting back against yours more instinctively. “Nooo-Please? I’ll be a good boy. I’m your good boy, aren’t I?” He asked, that pouty look on his face. Ears down and submissive. (just how you liked him.)

You couldn’t deny that face. “Yes, yes .. You are my good boy, Leon.” You sighed, petting his head. This puppy was as moody as the weather. “Thank you, thank you!” Leon cheered up, arms tightening around your back. Pulled you til your bodies were flush together. The warmth of his wet sweats were pressed to your belly, getting him all whiny. (needy.) “Owner, won’t you help your puppy feel better?” He whined, nuzzling up against your chin. He knew you couldn’t say no to him.

You sighed, your weak resolve crumbling. You knew you couldn’t resist him. You also didn’t want to listen to him whine and pout until you gave in. “Fine. Only because you’re not gonna leave me alone until I do.” You say shortly — but you can’t control the smile teasing your lips. “Really? Thank you, thank you!” Leon held you tighter, rubbing his cheek against yours.

He pressed sloppy kisses along your cheeks, finally reaching your mouth. You’d never “taught” him how to kiss. As much as he’d slobber all over your lips. You found it quite endearing how .. eager he was. Eager to please. “Owner..” He whined against your lips, grinding himself up against your belly. He couldn’t help it. You just smelt so good — looked so pretty…

You backed him up to the counter, letting him lean against it as you slid your fingers to the waistband on his sweats. Your fingers brushed against his blonde happy trail. Very happy indeed. You knew you had to hurry up or else he’d do it for you. You’d never met anybody with as high as a sex-drive as your puppy. Leon was just.. easily excitable. That’s one way to word it. He whined again, shifting his hips closer to your hands. “Owner, please. ‘hurts.” He pouted, ears all twitchy. “Okay, okay, don’t start whining. I’ll make it all better.” You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Made him turn his head to catch your mouth. What’s the point in kisses if not on your pretty mouth?

You smile against his lips, hands finally sliding into the waistband of his sweats. Rested on his bare hips. “Okay, Leon. Let’s get you outta these.” You help him tug his wet pants off and down his thighs. His fingers tangled with yours, pulling his boxers down with them. (tail brushing against you ankles with how fast it was wagging. so excited, you worried he might pee on you again.) You tried not to stare, because that’s rude. But it was hard not to. “Thank you, owner. So sweet.. so pretty.” Leon nuzzled against your cheek, grasping at your hips to tug you closer to grind his eager puppy cock against your thigh. “So soft and warm..” He mumbled, rutting up against you with more desperation. “Leon..” You sigh, saying it like a disappointed mother. “Smell good too.” He added, running his tongue down your jaw.

You knew you had to do something before you remember why you got him neutered. Didn’t help his libido any. “Mm.. Leon.. Hold on, okay?” You pulled away, petting him as you reached down, fingers teasing the tip of his cock that was prodding against your thigh. The pre left a wet patch on your jeans. Sticky and potent. “Ohhh, Owner. I’ll be good..” He rutted against your hand, trying to get you to wrap it around him. “Aww, Leon. I know you’ll be good.” You smile, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. You knew you spoiled him. Too much. He was spoiled rotten.

“Thank you-" He panted, forehead bumping against yours as he rocked his hips against your hand. You gave his twitching cock a squeeze, slowly beginning to pump it. A handjob every now and then never hurt anybody, did it? You knew it was .. unconventional to do these things with your puppy-hybrid. Unconventional, maybe. When Leon looked at you with that pout and his baby blue puppy eyes? You couldn’t say no. It started with him wanting to sleep in your your bed. He wanted to sleep with his precious owner, with you. You bought him the best puppy bed money could buy! (on a broke college student’s budget.) Gave up your favorite spot on the couch and everything! Then you let him take baths with you .. helped him through his first heat. Needless to say, you were won over by him as much as he was you.

“Owner,” He whimpered. “Feels so good.” He mumbled against your neck, panting as he fucked your hand. You knew you should’ve just helped him change and get a bath after pissing himself. You knew you couldn’t deny your sweet puppy though. You hummed, petting his soft ears with your free hand as you jerked him off. The kitchen was filled with the wet noises of your strokes and Leon’s whining. (or: pretty, breathy little moans that made your thighs squeeze together.) The room smelt of salty piss. You’d clean that up later.

Leon was house trained. He’d only pissed on your clothes once or twice. He couldn’t help it! If you came home smelling like another puppy, now else is he supposed to mark his territory? You couldn’t punish him, even then. When you shouted, he’d pout and put those fluffy ears back. He’d duck his pretty head down, whine and tuck his tail between his legs. You’d feel so bad that you’d give in and comfort him. You felt the swell of his knot catch around your fingers, knowing damn well he’d much rather be in your pussy right about now. If only you didn’t have things to do tonight. Well, unless Leon begged for it. Unless he humped your leg ‘til you had to clean the mess up. What a bad puppy! But you’d never reprimand him.

“Owner, Can’t .. Can I?” Leon panted against your neck, sharp K-9 teeth grazing the skin. You couldn’t edge him if you tried. His whimpers made your heart melt too fast. “Mhm, yeah puppy. Go on. Show me how good I can make you feel. Lemme make ya’ feel better.” You gave him the green-light, petting his head like the good boy he was. With a couple more grinds into your hand, he sank his teeth into your shoulder — sticky puppy cum shot all over your hand and thigh. Messy.

You hissed in pain, biting your lip to choke back a groan. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like his bites, even just a little bit. “.. M’ Sorry.” Leon whined against your skin, lapping his tongue over the teeth marks, lazily moving his hips against your hand. “Didn’t mean to bite so hard.” He apologized, giving your shoulder messy puppy kisses. Open mouthed and drooling down your collarbones.

You sighed. “It’s okay, Leon.. I know you didn’t mean to.” You press a kiss to his cheek, and wipe your sticky hand off on your jeans. You had to wash one pair of pee soaked pants. What’s a cum stained pair to add to the wash? “Not mad?” Leon tilted his head to see your face, looking for any sign of it. “Not mad.” You smile, nuzzling your nose against his. “Come on then. Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” You offer up. You knew you had a long night ahead of you.

divider from: @/wrbbnrse !

[mochamadeleines]

Sweethearts and Sweet Dreams <3

“Nothin’?”

“Mhm.”

“Whats behind your back then?”

You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. “I dont have anything behind my back.” (6.4k words)

tags!! - 18+ modern au! Husband! Joel Miller, Wife! Reader, you guys are happy and in love!, mutual obsession if u squint, lots of exposition im so freaking sorry, pervert Joel if u squint, praise kink joel if you squint, dumbification if you squint, written for those with daddy issues lowkeeyyyyy, written with game joel in mind but could be hbo joel no problem!, lowk i combined the two in my mind, mentions of shy old man joel, housewife! reader (by choice), unspecified age gap but reader is like. thirty? and joels Like...55??, talk about joel taking medication for his anxiety, p in v sex, dirty talk, public sex, outdoor sex, joel has a kink for dresses because i said so? service top joel if you squint, pet names, a pinch of jealousy and possessiveness for fun, playful banter, mentions of maria and tommy and their baby with a made up name Lol, mentions of ellie and sarah (rip), mentions of readers past abusive relationships, talk about joel struggling with substance abuse/addiction and being hospitalized.....Im sure u can theorize why </3, lots of lore ill get into in another fic MAYBE *smirks*, flip flop in perspective, sometimes showing what joel is thinking or what reader is thinking blah blah

authors notes!! - hi there!!! im mocha and this is my first joel fic ever + my first fic posted to tumblr!! im really nervous cuz i havent written anything in months and ive never written joel before so please let me know if you like it!! id love to write more of this au for u guys if theres a demand for it...Thank u for reading!! also barely proof read im ngl. ive been staring at this fic all day im sick of itttt. p.s i dont usually write smut i also kinda do idfk Is this bad or am i tweaking

You step out of the house, morning sun soaking into the roots of your hair and the driveway beneath your feet. Theres a package youve been waiting for. 

You cant contain your grin as you wiggle it out of the hot prison that is your mailbox.

“What the hell are you doin’ out there barefoot?” Joel chastises you from the front door, leaning his elbow on the frame. Joel, your lovely husband of two years. Been together for five. And because of how hard he works, you have the privilege of being a stay at home wife. Some people think that sort of life is stifling, but youve never felt so free. No more jobs you hate, no more financial struggles. Just you, Joel, and your cat, Cement. He likes to pretend it isnt a totally hilarious name for a pet.

You were his first relationship in almost a decade, so it was a lot of work helping him unpack his anxieties about dating, and a lot of work for you to feel safe and unafraid. Honestly? Youve been mistreated by enough men to land you in the psychward.

But Joel never yells at you, he never breaks things when hes angry or threatens to hurt you. He might raise his voice every now and again, but its never because of something you did. Sometimes the stress of life is just too much. 

He works hard, he loves his daughter- daughters- and he would do anything to keep you happy. Whatever you say goes, he says. Even now, you hardly argue. Of course you have disagreements, or off days thatd lead to one of you being especially moody, but the both of you do your best to communicate.

Behind that rough exterior, is someone who just wants to be needed. 

You first met Joel at a youth center you volunteered at, he taught guitar, you taught arts and crafts. Joel says it was your smile and sense of humor that charmed him. It was his singing and southern accent for you.

Your favorite thing about Joel is how soft he gets around you. He says its because you make it easy to be soft. 

Joel was a shy lover at first. He would get nervous just kissing you, or holding your hand. While most people become intimate very early on in their relationship, you and Joel didnt do anything sexual for the first five months of you dated. Sure, you almost did, plenty of times, but he would get so overwhelmed and cut things short. You broke two of your vibrators during this era of your relationship. Embarassing.

You remember your first time very vividly. Joel had worked back to back doubles trying to meet a deadline, and on the final day, after having barely spoken to you for almost a week, you had shown up to his house, unannounced. You were wringing water out of your jacket when he swung the door open. 

“How-” Joel blinks a few times, stepping forward to examine the rainfall. “How long you been out here?”

“Not that long,” You lie and pick up the container you brought off the porch chair. Part of you had a hard time mustering up the courage to even knock on the door. Droplets of water cascade down your chin. “Hi, sorry. I know youre tired.”

He shakes his head, voice soft and warm. “S’fine. Now c’mon, youre gonna get sick.”

Youre seated at the little dining table next to the kitchen now, trying to let the sound of the rainfall ease your nerves.

Joel was quick to grab you a towel, and does the honors of drying your face and hair with it. “Why didnt you jus’ call me? Woulda gotten out of the shower faster if i knew you were gettin’ soaked out there like this.”

“I dunno, sorry.”

“An’ whatd i tell you about apologizin’ all the time?”

“Sor- Uh. Right. Okay.” You tighten your jaw. No more.

Joel moves behind you, now squeezing water out the ends of your hair. “Whas’ that?”

“Oh!-” You peel back the lid, showing it to him. “Old fashion cake donuts are your favorite right? I remember you saying you liked eating them with your coffee in the mornings so…I made these. Youve been working a lot lately and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Joel gingerly grasps the container from your hands, looking into it. Theyre a warm golden brown, outside evenly fried, and the sweet scent of them hits his nose right away.

“I was just gonna leave them on the doorstep and call you to tell you they were there, but I wanted to see you.”

His adam's apple bobs as he swallows the dryness in his throat. Youre too good for him. 

“Thank you very much.” He presses a kiss to your damp hair. “Now, lets get you into some dry clothes.”

Joel gives you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers to keep you modest while your clothes wash and dry. 

You wait patiently on his bed for the hot chocolate he promised you before you showered. Theres nothing to watch on the tv, so you just turn it off and reach for the lamp on his nightstand instead. 

He comes in quietly, and sets the mug down beside the lamp. You finally come into focus, clear as day even under the low lighting.

“You uh.. You look nice.”

You blink. “I look nice?”

“In my shirt.”

That gets a smile out of you. 

Joel tips his head towards the mug. “S’hot so, give it a few minutes. Dont want you burnin’ your mouth.”

You nod. “Okay.”

Hes sat beside you now and the two of you sit in silence for a while. Its not awkward, just the kind of silence where both of you want to say something but just.. Cant.

Joel unravels first. “Missed you, y’know. Just been tired.”

“I know.” Your voice wobbles, and Joels jaw tightens like hearing you sound so sad stings him. “I missed you, too.” 

He slides his hand over yours, giving it a squeeze. Its okay. 

“Hey Joel...Can I stay the night?” 

“Sure. Id really like that.”

While you drink your hot chocolate, you and Joel catch up. You both talk about work, and about your new found interest in baking. Joel teases you about your lack of cooking skills, you do the same. Youre both useless. 

When its time to climb into bed, neither of you can actually fall asleep. Joel rolls onto his side, away from you and the window. You follow, curling up like a little cat against his back. The sensation is nice for the both of you.

You speak up after a little while.

“Joel?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you for letting me stay.”

He scoffs, voice thick with exhaustion. “Like I'd force you to leave after you brought me such a nice present.”

You let out a little giggle, “So if i didnt, youd kick me out?”

“Id think ‘bout it.”

You gasp, gently shoving at his back. “Thats mean…!”

“S’really not.”

“Oh yeah? And what if I poisoned them?.”

“Then itd jus' be a regular day of your cookin’ then.” Joel reminds you, lighthearted. Too many times where you left the shells in your eggs or burnt toast or left the bacon on the pan for too long.

“You cant get mad at me for my dark past when you made a perfectly good sirloin taste like horse leather.”

“Ugh. Dont remind me. That was like putting a one-hundred dollar bill into a paper shredder. How do either of us stay alive again?”

“Uh. Digiorno?”

“Digiorno.”

After a few moments, Joels rolling over again, and hes guiding your head to settle against his chest. Your arms wrap around him, and his arms around you. 

“Joel,” You whisper. He hums. “Im cold.”

“S’cause youre not wearin’ any pants.”

“And whos fault is that?”

“Still yours.”

“I was left out in the rain like a sad, sopping wet cat. One that was left in a box all alone with no family…” You pretend to sniffle. “Dont you feel bad for me?”

Joel sighs, not saying anything more except making sure the part of the comforter behind your back is tucked into your side so the cold air doesnt get in. When hes done, you do a little shimmy up his body, and throw your leg over his hip. Oh no.

Hes alert now. Very alert. Be normal. Joel hesitates, licking the dryness off his lips. “Uh. Feel better?”

“Mhm.” You push your face into his throat, cat-like, before settling down again. Hes like a radiator.

Actually scratch that, he cant be normal. 

“Darlin’.” He rasps, patting your back to get your attention.

“Mm?”

“Your leg. Move it.”

A few beats pass. “Why?”

“Because…” Wow,  he didnt think hed get this far. You shift forward and Joel lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, one that couldve been masked by the rain if you werent so close.

“Are you-”

“No! No. Its- Its not what you think-” He cant see your face in the darkness but he knows you feel the semi-hard struggling through the confines of his pants. Lame.

“Joel,” You say, soft. Your hands slide up his arm to cradle his jaw. Lightning flashes into the room, giving you a glimpse of Joels tight expression. He whispers your name back, just as soft.

“This is normal.” 

Its normal, it is! Except for the fact that you guys havent had sex yet. The stress of being intimate is too much, kills his boner in a blink. The longer he waits the worse the anxiety gets.

“I-I know.”

You place a hand on his chest, feeling it pound away like crazy through all the soft muscle.  

“Youve been taking your medication, right?”

Has he?

The silence of him thinking is proof enough. “Joel-”

He sighs, rubbing his eyes through the darkness .“I know, I know. Shoot, Im sorry. I just forget sometimes.”

“Its okay.” The pad of your thumb strokes the tops of his cheek, and you press a tender kiss to his mouth to soothe him.  “...Want me to remind you?”

The softness of your lips has him a bit dazed. “Huh?”

“I said, do you want me to remind you? I can- You know, call you before you leave work. Make sure you take them.”

“You know I wake up at five-o-clock in the mornin’ , right?”

“I know.” 

In a whisper, “Okay.”

Joels rough palms trail down your back and stop at the curve of your butt, finger tips delicately tracing the skin above your shorts. You shiver.

Barely above a whisper. “We dont have to go all the way.”

He says your name again, laced with worry. He doesnt want you to feel pressured. 

You pull your leg off his hip and push yourself up, settling your hands on either side of Joels head.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes-”

“-And you cant get all in your head about it. You stay here, with me. You stay present.”

“Okay, okay.” He nods, a bit defeated. “I will stay present.”

“When you...When you say you dont wanna have sex, what is it that youre thinking exactly? I know you said you just get really nervous but I feel like youre not being totally honest.”

Joel stays quiet, idly rubbing your sides. Maybe you are a cat. Just getting to feel any part of you is soothing. “I jus’ want you to feel good. ‘Fraid ill do somethin’ you dont like.”

“You cant assume how I feel, Joel. Being intimate.. It takes time to learn what the other person likes.”

He sighs. “I know.” Youre always right.

Adding on, “Like I said, we dont have to go all the way,” You lean further back, situating yourself on his hips. He lets out a shaky breath when he feels the pressure of your ass through his sweats.

“But, I want to start somewhere. I want to feel you.” 

“Fuck- Um-” Hes shaking now, letting you grind your hips down onto him. Joel cant seem to control the way his hips instinctively push up to meet yours. Youre both becoming of a mess of little gasps and hot breaths and tiny whimpers already.

You hunch forward, guiding his hand under your your shirt- His shirt- letting him feel up the supple skin of your stomach, then the area where your ribs are, then your-

“And I want you to feel me,”

Surprisingly, you did actually go all the way that night.

Your sex life was a bit of a rocky start, but after Joel got over most of his anxiety, you learned quickly just how goddamn insatiable he was. Five years in and he still regularly makes you sore. 

There are a couple things you learned about him and his sexual interests. He loves to take you in his truck, in your kitchen, in your bathroom, on your couch. Other, riskier places. Anywhere that isnt your bed apparently, not that he isnt fucking you there either.

Joel is handsy, so handsy infact it embarasses you to no end, especially when youre infront of others. Thats usually how it starts, too. First he kisses you, then gropes your hips and your ass, and the next thing you know, youre cumming on his fingers. Then hed bend you over, or get you on your back, or make you ride him. Is it really riding if hes just slamming up into you until your brain turns into mush?

He likes that too. Making you not think.

Youd be lying if you said its only ever him. Sleepy morning handjobs before work, whining to him over the phone and touching yourself to his voice, arching your back into him while you're washing dishes, sucking him off after hours in his office.

And while most men prefer lingerie or little costumes, Joel likes dresses. Dresses that are discreet so he can take you in the backyard when he comes home early and sees you gardening. Or when youre both at a friends house and hes had a little too much to drink and finds himself alone with you. Dresses that make it easy to play his favorite game with you. I touch you, and you make sure we dont get caught by being too loud. Joel really is the worst sometimes.

Now, you only ever wear pants when its cold, or to bed or sometimes when youre lounging, like today. Youre in some shorts and a tank top. Otherwise, its dresses all year round, usually retro styles or ones meant for spring. Joels not picky though, he loves any dress on you.

Even if you wear an extremely modest, white lacey sleep dress, looking like some kind of vintage ghost, the man would still keep you up all night. And he has. He said you looked like a princess. You guess you kind of did.

The entire thing is like an unspoken arrangement between you both. He doesnt tell you to wear them, you just do.

And he works hard to spoil you, so why not buy as many cute dresses as possible? 

You got a cute dress today too, on the same day Joel has off. You think its going to be a new favorite of his.

The big polymailer stays hidden behind your back. Be casual. “Uh- Nothing!”

“Nothin’?”

“Mhm.”

“Whats behind your back then?”

You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. “I dont have anything behind my back.”

“Lemme see then. Show me your hands-”

“Hey, Mrs. Miller!”

Both you and Joel turn your heads to the voice, and only one of you has the energy to fake a a smile. Your neighbor is stopping in his driveway, having come back from a jog it looks.

“Hi, Lee.” 

Joel really, really, really doesnt like Lee. You dont like him either, but youre not one to cause problems. Lee on the other hand, is. Hes a bit younger than you, and a lot younger than Joel. Hes one of those tech dudes with a massive ego, thinks that youll be swayed by his money and his “charm” and youth as if youre some sad housewife in need of saving. Gross. 

And another thing, Lee doesnt even actually live here! Hes here ever so often to visit his dad between, you dont know, tech expos? You forget. Joel believes he started showing up more often to see you. 

Youre walking towards the porch again. Joels looking especially unhappy to see him today, knuckles pulled taut into a fist. His lips stay pressed into a thin line, careful not to let anything slip out. He usually lets you do most of the talking, as much as it pains him. 

Joels really not a fan of the way Lees eyes take a trip up your bare legs. Little shit.

“Out with no shoes again, Mrs. Miller?”

“You know me, Im uh- Im weird.”

“The weird ones do it best.” He smiles, all teeth. It gives you the creeps. His attention is on Joel now. Its like watching a puppy try to one up a wolf. “Right, Joel?”

“Uh huh.” Whatever that means.

“Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, Mrs. Miller.” Lee crosses into your driveway and you glance briefly at Joel, as if to make sure he isnt going to start growling at the other to stay away. Youre clutching the package to your chest now. 

“Have you ever been to a support group for uh- you know, the spouses of addicts?  I have a friend from work and shes really struggling.” 

Lees tone is sugary sweet, but the fake kind you put in diet soda except that stuff is way better. Joel sighs from the door. You stand there, dumbfounded on the porch steps because what the fuck is he going on about. 

You clear your throat, keeping your voice firm. “No. Ive never needed to.”  

Joels voice cuts in like a knife. “Been clean for almost twenty years now.”

“Yeah but, you know,” He shrugs, squinting a bit under the morning sun. “Relapses happen.”

Joel and Lee are at a stand still, and the moment Joel lets the arm leaning on the frame drop to his side, you know youre in for a lot of trouble. You move quickly towards the door. “We have to get ready for a- uh- a thing? but Im sorry about your friend.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Miller. Im doing my best to support her.” And before he turns away, he just has to be slimy to you. “If you need someone to talk to, Im here for you.”

“No, that really wont be necess-”

Joels slinging a strong arm around you to yank you back inside before shutting the door. 

“Motherfucker,” He hisses to himself, stomping through the walkway and into the kitchen.

“How-” You rub your eyes, letting them adjust to the light inside of the house. You put the package down onto the bar counter that opens up the kitchen and follow Joel to the fridge. “How does he know?? I thought-”

“Been living in this house for decades now,” His expression is tight, brows knitted together while he chugs a bottle of water. “People talk. ‘Specially if I'm being rolled into an ambulance on more than one occasion.” Joel frowns. “Fuck- I shoulda punched him in the fuckin’ face- Do you see how hard he tries so hard to flirt with you infront’a me?”

“I know, love. I was there.” You take the bottle from his hand and set it to the side, then wrap your arms around him. “Try not to let it get to you okay?”

Joel sighs into your hair, giving your body a squeeze. “I know, I know, but jus’ hearin’ him tryin’ta use my baggage to make a pass at you…S’fuckin’ evil.”

“I agree, but I dont want his blood on the driveway.”

“So get it on his driveway instead, got it.”

You giggle and tip your head up to kiss him. The tension eases from Joels shoulders, and he cups your cheeks, letting his worries melt away into your mouth. When the pads of his fingers start to slide under your tank top, youre leaning back. Youll be here for a while if this goes any further.

Joel mindlessly chases your lips, looking a bit pouty now that its over.

“Im gonna start getting ready for the barbecue, okay?”

“This early?”

“I like being punctual.” 

“My brother wont give a damn if were late.” He noses your jaw, pressing a kiss here and there. Your knees are beginning to feel weak. The bastard is trying to distract you.

“But I do. The farmers market opened today, and I promised Maria I'd get her fresh strawberries before we got there, remember?”

“Alright, alright.” He grumbles into your shoulder.

Joel lets you go, watching you round the bar counter to get your package and disappear upstairs.

-

Ever since you came down to a freshly showered Joel, and got into the car with the gift bags you prepared for Maria and Tommy, Hes been staring at you. One wrong move and the drools gonna start pouring out of his mouth.

Your hair is in its relatively natural state, freshly washed and shiny from the oil you put in it. You put on some light makeup, and went a bit heavy handed on the blush to look sunkissed, and topped it off with a flavored lip gloss Joel especially enjoys. 

Now, the dress. Its a pink floral mid-length dress, with a low cut sweetheart neckline and a corset style backing to cinch your waist and push out your chest. The material is thick and pretty, and there are two other layers under the skirt to keep its shape. You have on a pair of little pink pumps with little bows to match. 

The drive to the farmers market is fairly peaceful, the windows are half down and theres music playing at low volume on the radio. You and Joel have different tastes in music, but one genre you can always agree on is alternative rock. 

The weathers beautiful, sun high in the sky, and its not too hot or humid. The day really is perfect. Youre gonna soak up some sun when youre at the barbecue. Hopefully, they made lemonade again too.

Joel has been mostly quiet throughout your shopping. While it would worry some, youve been with him long enough to know that he just has a lot on his mind. What hes thinking about? Maybe youll learn when you make it back home at the end of the day.

You gasp, strolling through the grass to a stand with a mountain of apples. Granny smith, Macintosh, Pink Ladys, Honeycrisp, the works. He grunts, trying to keep the things that are already in your basket steady. You came for strawberries and are going to leave with much more than that.

Joel nudges you softly. “Remember, this is quality stuff, meaning itll go bad faster. Dont get too much.”

“Okay, got it.” You beam, and then begin inspecting the Pink Lady apples first, trying to find the ones with the best color.  He keeps the basket within reach so you can drop your picks in.

"These were Sarahs favorites."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, it was funny 'cause we started arguin' over these or Red Delicious. I think Red Delicious is better."

"Thats so cute! Hmm. Should we get one for her? A Pink Lady?"

"Uh," He thinks on it for a moment, unsure, but the smile on your face helps him make a decision. "Sure, why not."

You drop two perfect Pink Ladys into the basket, moving onto the next pile.

“Hey, Joel.” You grin, holding out a wrinkled granny smith apple. “This one looks like you”

“Ha ha.” He deadpans, and grabs it from you to put back. In turn, hes reaching for the runt of the pile. A pathetically small one sitting near the bottom. “Now this one looks like you.”

“Does not!”

“Does too.” 

The next stand has golden kiwis, and youre practically dragging Joel forward to try them. You ask for one, and the man at the stand slices it into halves, giving you a plastic spoon to go with. 

You let Joel smell it first. “S’good.”

“Lets see if it tastes good.”

You sink your spoon into it, humming when you see how soft and easy it is to scoop out. In your mouth it goes!

Its tastes sweet, a bit mango-y and fucking delicious. You bounce in place, spoon feeding Joel next. “Oh yeah,” He smiles, smacking his lips a bit to really let the taste settle on his tongue. “Were takin’ some of these.”

You take one, then two, then three and four then five and as you reach for the sixth one, Joels stopping you with a gentle hand. 

“Darlin’.” 

“Right.” 

For the next few stands its just you and Joel trying various kinds of fruit. Starfruit, blueberries, some mangos, and then youre going back to the truck.

“I think my favorites were the mangos and golden kiwis. I hope Maria and Tommy have enough space in their fridge for all of this.”

“They moved into a bigger house, I reckon their fridge s’probably bigger, too.”

“What time is it?” 

You let go of Joels arm so he can switch the basket from one hand to the other. 

“‘Bout…” Hes squinting at his watch. “12:34 in the afternoon.”

“Oh! Guess we got the shopping done sooner than I expected. Hmm. Should we stop somewhere in the mean time?-" You snap your finger when you remember something. "They opened up this cafe that has cats in it! We can drink coffee and play with them for bit! The next fourty-five minutes will go by super fast."

“Youre gonna make Cement jealous.”

You bat your hand dismissively. “Hes not gonna caaare.” 

“Oh yes he will. And remind me again why we named our cat Cement?

“Uh, we were both drunk and had gotten him the day before without a name picked out?”

“A whole year later and we still kept it. Worst pet owners ever.” Joel chuckles, opening the passenger door for you like he always does. 

“Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

The giant basket of fruit goes into the back seat next to the gift bags before Joel slots himself into the drivers seat. 

You fumble with the radio a bit, trying to see what else is on but ultimately landing back on your preferred station. Theyve been playing a lot of Linkin Park recently. Hell yeah. Joel buckles himself in at last, and pulls out of the parking lot. 

“Marias gonna teach me how to make baked chicken,” You hum, gazing outside the window.

“You sure youre not jus’ unteachable?”

“Ha ha,” You lightly shove his shoulder, making him smile. “I thought you loved the meat sauce pasta I learned how to make.”

He settles into his seat more comfortably at the stop light, elbow rested on the window. “Got me with that one. Think I like ground turkey over beef, though.”

“Yeah? Me too. The beef tastes better but the turkey is lighter. Stops me from feeling all sick.”

“Agreed.”

Youre looking out the windshield now. Where did all the buildings go? Youre out of the city. 

“Uh, Joel?”

“Mm?”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere to kill time.”

“Yeah but where?”

“Youll see.” 

Your brows pinch together. “I see a whole lot of nothing except for trees."

“Almost there.”

Joel makes a hasty left turn onto some campgrounds. Your stomach starts to twist into excited knots. Is he gonna show you a baby deer or something? Bunnies? He used to be a park ranger for this area, and would tell you stories about all sorts of baby animals hed run into.

The car comes to a stop, and he turns the engine off. Silence.

“So…Were out in the woods to kill time?”

“Mhm.” Joel unbuckles his seat belt and twists into the back to grab the spare jacket he usually keeps there, then gets out of the truck and comes around the back to open the door for you. 

He holds your hand to help you get down from the passenger side, and as soon as both of your shoes hit the ground Joel is on you. 

You dont know where your hands should go, youve kissed Joel a thousand times and yet you still get so flustered when he catches you by surprise. You keep your hands on his shoulders for now, letting him press wet kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“This is new right? The dress?” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze through the fabric. “Thought you looked so pretty when you came down stairs in it.” 

Your heads spinning. Something about your dress? 

“Woulda been okay if you let me have you earlier.” He pulls away, examining your flushed face cradled by his hand. Every part of you just fits so well in his palms. “Then I thought, why not have you now? We got time to spare.”

“Joel- We- Someone could see us-” You sputter, and Joels already shaking his head with a knowing smirk. He pulls you around to the bed of the truck, popping it open, only pausing to spread open the jacket he grabbed, just having just thrown it in there when he came around to get you.

“No ones gonna come lookin’ for us.” He turns you around, pushing you down onto your front. “As long as youre quiet.” 

Fuck. You really hate this game. At least, you like to tell yourself that.

Blood rushes to your ears while Joels rough palms lift up the skirt of your dress, exposing your ass and thighs to the cool air. He whistles from behind you. 

“Red lace panties?” His fingers dont shy away from tracing along the fabric covering your cunt. “This new too?”

You crane your neck over your shoulder to look at his face. “Uh.. Surprise?”

Joels smiling now, fingers dipping under the lace. “Thas' awfully sweet of you.”

His touch slips and slides around your growing wetness, then trails down to your clit. Your voice wobbles a bit and fuck- fuck hes going too fast. “Joel- Ah-” You whimper and try to push yourself up to look at him but his hand is steady on your spine, keeping you down. 

Smug, “Go on, sweetheart. Keep sayin’ my name. Jus’ like that.”

A whine escapes you when he pulls away, “Nooo.” You push your ass back, as if to entice him. You succeed, because hes skipped his usual routine of fucking you with his hands and is now unbuckling his belt.

Joel rolls you onto your back, and peels your underwear all the way off, bunching it up and shoving it into his back pocket. Your face burns just watching him.

“Think i'll hold onto these for a lil’ while.”

His hands push the back of your knees towards your chest, exposing your heat. Youll never get used to the way he just seems so interested just watching your cunt squeeze around nothing. 

“Thats-” You swallow, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. "Joel.”

“Relax." He coos, "Seen it a thousand times already, and ill be seein' it a thousand more. Get used to it, honey.”

Your attention flickers down to where his dick is about to meet your entrance. Joels nudging you down onto your back again and pulling the top of your dress down to expose your chest. Its when youre distracted that he actually moves to push himself in.

Both of you groan together, and Joel could never get bored of fucking you, not when your cunt just pulses around him everytime hes inside you.

Joel wastes no time fucking you once he eases all the way inside. Youre trying your best to keep quiet. Shit is no easy task. Its like Joel is trying to get you guys arrested.

He props himself up with a hand near your head, and lets the other keep one of your legs pinned open. The moans start to claw out of your throat. “Joel- Joel-” 

“Shh. Thas’ enough.” He growls through his teeth, fucking you harder. “Youre gonna- Gh- Get us caught-”

Something rustles between the trees, making you both freeze. You clasp your hands over your mouth, watching Joel straighten up to look around.

After a few seconds of squinting, Joel can see a few foxes moving about through the trees. Thank fuck. His shoulders visibly relax.

Hushed, “E-Everything okay?”

“Yeah, jus’ some animals.” 

And like that, hes back to it. His dick is going to make your eyes permanently stay rolled into your head. 

Joel is always just so handsome when hes pounding into you. His forehead gets shiny with sweat, and his jaw is tight from clenching his teeth, keeping himself quiet so he can focus on your moans. His face is noticeably redder against his usual farmers tan too. Really, hes just so attractive.

A flurry of yes and harder and fuck spills out of your mouth and into your palms. Not too loud, you try to remind yourself.

“Joel- S’too much-”

“Nah, thas’ not it.” He huffs, humorous. “You can take it. Y'always do. In fact, you love gettin’ your cunt bullied by me, aint that right?” As if to get his point across, he thrust in all the way to the hilt, making you keen. You forgot how to breathe, lungs drawing tight in your chest.

"Fuck," You manage to squeeze out.

Your palms push weakly at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself somehow. His head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.

“You good?” He checks in, breath hot on your skin. As if your crying isnt enough.

“So g-good, Joel- Fuck- Youre so good.” 

With a little nod, Joels pushing himself up, switching to slow and deep strokes, really digging himself into you, and trying to find that spot he likes to call home.

He massages your chest, then squeezes your sides and your hips and finally, his thumb finds your clit. Immediately, you jolt. 

“Oh fuck-” 

“Quiet.” And he says it to keep the charade going, even though his favorite thing is hearing your sobs.

His thumb rubbing incessantly against your that sweet little nub of yours. You choke, and Joels chuckling, watching the way you squirm, body not knowing whether it should lean into his touch because its too good or away because its too much.

It starts with this firey feeling under the pad of his thumb, then deep inside your stuffed cunt. Youre going to cum. 

Your hands fly to your mouth again, and you get all wide eyed from the sensation. Its cute. Your muscles pull taut, legs locking around Joels hips. Youre wailing into your palm when it happens.

“Good girl,” His voice soothes you through it. “Very good.”

He pets away the fly aways sticking to your sweaty face when its over. Your eyes drop shut while you catch your breath. 

Joels moving again now. He rolls his hips a few times, and thumb is building the foundation of another orgasm in you. Youre shaking badly.

Your words slur too, “Cant- Too soon- Joel- Joel-”

“Another one.” Joel says firmly, but breathless. 

Youre gasping, not sure where to focus your eyes. The trees around you look like theyre spinning. Your attention is back on Joel, whos looking rather satisfied watching you squirm and cry. If thats how wants to play, then fine.

Your hands slide up Joels biceps, and rests on the nap of his neck to bring him down. “Juh-Joel,” You pant, cradling his face with both hands. “Youre so good- The best-”

Oh, Joel likes that one, you can tell by the way he looks away briefly. Shyness. Excitement runs up your spine. Joel loves being told hes doing well. 

“You are- Nghh-” You swallow the drool in your mouth, trying to get the words out clearly. “The best husband I could ever ask for.”

Joel wheezes, head dropping into the curve of your shoulder. “Please.”

“S’true,” You nod rapidly, fingers curling into his hair. “Youre so good to me and-and youre mine and- Joel-  Im yours.”

“Jesus-” He groans, soaking up the feeling of you pressing kisses to his face and up his jaw. 

“Hhah-  No one else can have me, okay? No one- Not even-”

The name doesnt even come out of your mouth before Joels coming to a stop to slip his arms all the way around your middle. With the new leverage he has on your body, hes drilling his way into you. You fucking squeal, rules now long forgotten. Youre a useless ragdoll in his arms and he wouldnt have it any other way.

Your lips are shiny with spit and left over lip gloss, and he can still taste the mintiness in his tongue. Every now and again your eyes drop shut, but his dick just punches into your guts a little harder. Look at me. 

Your brain is mush, just the way he likes it, and youre perfectly pliant in his arms, babbling over how good you feel. Hes kisses along the valley of your breasts now, stopping to suck the flesh of your nipples.

Youre just so pretty. Even when you have bedhead, or youre snotty from a cold, or youre all dirty from working in the garden  youre still so pretty. Including now, all sweaty with you lipgloss all smudged and your mascara starting to run. Youre perfect. 

Joel grunts loud, jaw clenched tight as he gets lost in the feeling of your insides. His perfect little wife.

When he cums, hes doubling over with a loud grunt, getting a few last thrusts in before his spent floods your cunt.

Youre blinking away your tears, now watching the clouds inch along the sky. It really is a beautiful day. You pet Joels sweaty hair, and kiss the side of his temple. Your core throbs faintly. Jesus, he did a number on you.

“Love,” You say softly, patting his back.

“Mm?”

“Get up.” Another pat. “Youre squishing me.” 

Joel backs off to buckle himself up, but you stay seated to catch your breath and adjust your dress. At least it didnt get ripped during all the… Commotion. Not like last time.

“I need my underwear back.”

“Nope,”

“Joel.”

He kisses the center of your forehead and helps you down from the bed and into the passenger seat instead.  “Told you i'm keepin’ ‘em.”

You sputter, “I cant go to barbecue commando!”

“Sure you can.” He pops open the glove compartment and gets out some tissues, hand snaking under your dress again to clean you. You sigh softly at the sensation.

“Youre the worst.”

“I am indeed the worst.” Joel pulls the seatbelt over your chest and clicks it in. “You can tell me all about it on the way to Tommys.” 

[slytherinsoso]

boyfriend duty | f.w.

anxiety!reader x fred weasley

gryffindor had just won a quidditch match and so, like always, it meant only one thing: a party.

your boyfriend, fred weasley, had played brilliantly and this had left him in high spirits. his good mood was perhaps why you felt immense guilt the moment that familiar anxious feeling began to take over your body.

you didn’t know what it was about parties that always triggered your stress and worry. you just knew that you always wished for them to be over the moment they started as you almost resented how easily all the others were able to have fun with not a care in the world.

fred, noticing your sudden quietness, slipped an arm across your shoulders. leaning close to ensure his words were only heard by you, he said, “you know, we don’t have to stay at this party, we can leave and just celebrate together.”

guilt swept over you. he had noticed you weren’t enjoying it, something you always tried to keep from him, so that he didn’t worry about you. you knew just how extroverted he was and how much fun he had making the whole party laugh. it wasn’t fair to drag him away.

“no, i want to say,” you insisted.

he studied you, tilting his head, looking for the truth in your words.

“you wouldn’t lie to just to make me happy, would you?”

you shook your head, making it convincing.

“because i really couldn’t be happy knowing that you’re not,” he frowned.

you looked around the room, trying to ease yourself into the moment and make yourself happy for his sake. some girls were laughing loudly, something which always bothered you when you were feeling nervous as if it made your ears become super sensitive. you flinched a little. fred squeezed your shoulder.

“hey, what’s up?” he asked, concern in his voice.

you continued to scan the room. some boys were lifting players up over their heads, chanting childishly. they spotted fred sitting down, looking serious and immediately headed for him.

“fred! fred! fred!” they began to chant in unison.

you faked a smile, not wanting to appear like fred’s always miserable-looking girlfriend.

to your surprise, fred stood up and scooped you up from the sofa you were sitting on, holding you in his two arms.

“fred, come here! we want to celebrate with you!” one of the players shouted out to him.

“sorry, mate, i’m on boyfriend duty right now, gotta go,” fred declared, before walking off towards the dorms with you still in his arms.

you couldn’t help but smile as he plonked you down onto your bed and sat beside you, leaving a respectful space between you both.

“they’re a bloody nightmare,” he laughed.

“don’t lie, you secretly love it.”

he shot you a cheeky look as if confirming you were right about him.

“but i don’t care about that right now,” he told you, “right now, all i want to do is make you feel better.”

you sighed. you hadn’t wanted to make him so concerned that he left his own teams celebration party. it was something you always told yourself when you first started dating: you never wanted to let your anxiety a burden to fred.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be a pain,” you apologise.

he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “don’t say that.”

“but i am a pain, i bet you think im just so moody all the time.”

fred looked a little hurt. “is that really what you think i think about you?”

you shrugged.

“then you’re a bit dim-witted, love,” he teased, “how on earth could you actually believe that?”

fred pulled you up with him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly in a big hug. feeling the warmth of him calmed your mind. you now felt completely safe.

“nothings going to happen to you, as long as i’m around,” he whispered gently in your ear, the words making your heart melt.

you trusted him fully. so, when he started to walk you hand-in-hand back towards the party, no part of you apprehended. in fact, the music started to sound happier, the laughter began to feel contagious and the jokes were now funny to you.

after you’d been enjoying yourself for some hours, you looked over at fred’s happy face and couldn’t help but feel immense appreciation for him. you leaned over and planted a grateful kiss on his cheek. “thank you, for everything.”

he looked confused and at that moment you realised that he’d never truly know just how much he helped you.

“it was all you,” he smiled, “you don’t need me, don’t need anyone.”

the words spun around your head, giving you something to think about. he gave you all the credit, even though it was his words that had soothed you, that had eliminated your nerves.

he leant over and reciprocated your kiss, interrupting your thoughts. “you’re a lot stronger than you think, love.”

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

twenty-four — that same old dimpled smile. wc: 1.4k

knock.

knock.

knock.

he’s here.

you open the door with nothing but compliance. the cool air from outside flooding you with a chill that tickles your skin.

you brush your arm with the other hand, looking from the floor, slowly to meet his eyes.

he’s looking right at you, he has been since you opened the door, a searching expression in his eyes.

“hey yn.”

you pause and he smiles.

that same old dimpled smile.

“hi jaehyun.”

FLASHBACK: the night of chenles party. jaehyuns pov

he didn’t know what to do; with his feelings, with his life, with you.

he stands with yuta in the corner of the party, swirling a half empty cup in his hand.

yuta notices that jaehyun is distracted, so he tries to get his attention, tapping him on his arm.

“bro? you okay?”

jaehyun nods. “i’m just..”

“yn?”

there’s a pause. “yeah.”

“dude, you need to get over her. it’s been years. she hates you!”

jaehyun stares at him in annoyance and yuta laughs before apologising.

“im gonna go to the bathroom, have my drink.” jaehyun says, stumbling away from yuta.

“gee thanks!” yuta says sarcastically, watching his friend try and keep himself on his feet.

but jaehyun doesn’t make it to the toilet before his arm is dragged and he finds himself in a room, the door shut and a girls voice slurring to him. and she sounds angry.

“jeong jaehyun!!!!!!” the mystery girl yells, “you idiot!!!”

she hits him on the arm and jaehyun frowns in annoyance.

she says, “i hate you!!!”

jaehyun rolls his eyes, suspecting that she’s just the friend of some girl he slept with and “forgot” to text the next morning.

“well im sorry to your friend, but she isn’t her.”

he turns his body to leave the room but giselle stops him.

“she isn’t her?” giselle asks. “oh so your pining, that’s why you’re so moody.”

jaehyun freezes. this girl was persistent. “im not moody.”

“oh yeah right, you’ve always been moody!!!! ever since you ruined yn’s life!! you hate her, for absolutely no reason may i add!!!”

“you’re friends with yn?” he backs away.

“no. she’s just… popular.. everyone knows what you did.”

he tenses even more. he did ruin your life, he thinks. it was all his fault. he never told you the truth.

so now, he’s going to.

“i don’t hate her.”

the girl stiffens. “what?”

jaehyun walks further into the room, the absence of light and his drunken state allowing him to struggle finding the bed, but when he does, he sits, giselle sitting next to him.

“i dont hate yn, i never have, it was all a stupid rumour that i was too dumb to say wasn’t real in fear that she’d find out that i…”

“that you what?”

“that i like her.”

she sits up straight, silent filling the space between them.

“you liked her?”

“i like her.” he pauses, “of course i like her, she’s…she’s yn.”

“wow… thats…”

“stupid? yeah. i know. but you know what’s even more stupid?”

“what?”

“i made a dumb burner number so i could let out all my feelings without her knowing it was me.”

“what??!!!” she stands up. jaehyun looks at her in surprise. “so… it’s you? you’re Y?”

“yeah. how did you know that?”

“it doesn’t matter. look jaehyun, you can’t do this.”

“you think i don’t know that?” he stresses, “i’ve been trying to rid my feelings for years, i thought letting her hate me would atleast help with that.”

“…she can’t find out you like her.” the girl whispers, “you have to end this!!!!”

jaehyuns silent. “i have to end this.”

“give me your phone.” giselle says, arm outstretched.

“what? why?”

“because i’m going to help you get over her, even if it means she hates me too. and step one? letting her know.”

jaehyun hands her phone to jaehyun, and she types 3 words.

i’m over you.

“step two? you’re not going back into that party.”

“can i atleast know your name?”

“no.”

FLASHBACK OVER.

you let him in. just like last time. you’re willing to listen. you have to listen.

you have to know how this makes sense.

he was over you.

“but… the new Y, those messages… they-“

“were me.”

you’re silent. he looks at you with pity.

“it’s me. it’s always been me, before and now.” he pauses. “i’m Y, yn… again…”

“but… you, you can’t be..” you’re shaking, unable to understand what the hell is going on.

“listen, i’ll explain everything i promise.” he rests his hand on your shoulder, urging you to sit down. he sits next to you before he continues.

“the first time i told you i was Y… i thought it was a mistake. your friend giselle had tried to talk me out of it, even hooked up with me so i wouldn’t run to you, albeit i didn’t even know it was her until you told me, but i ended up coming to you anyways. and when i saw the look on your face? the disappointment that she warned me about? i couldn’t stand it. she was right, i had to get over you.”

your brows furrow, she had tried to convince him?

jaehyun continues, “so i lied, i told you i was over you, in hopes that i could do it. in hopes that, finally, i could forget about my feelings and let you be happy. but i couldn’t do it. and so i panicked. i tried to reverse everything. i was desperate yn, and so i tried to make it look like it was someone else again, that i was Y, past tense. i even spoke to yuta about it, and his dumbass said it was a good idea. i thought i made a mistake by telling you it was me, so i made up some random shit to make it seem like someone else.”

“what…?”

“it was always me… it won’t ever not be me. only from now on, ill try not be a fucking coward about it.” he laughs quietly, but when he notices the confusion in your face, he falters.

“i know i made this all so messy. but i care about you.” he sighs, “alot.”

“so all those messages saying ‘i’m glad jaehyun’s over you.’… that was just to make me think you weren’t Y, so that i’d really believe you were over me.”

“yeah.. i know i’m being selfish by telling you i still like you but, i hate lying to you. i don’t ever want to lie to you again. you don’t deserve that.”

you finally take a deep breath, one you’ve been holding since you let him inside.

“i like you, yn.” he nods down to your hands, asking if he can hold them and you nod your head. he takes them in his, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles gently. “i screwed up. this whole time, it wasn’t a case of me getting over you, it was a case of me getting over the fact that i wasn’t.”

you can’t help but smile in relief, a relief that you’re so incredibly unsure where it comes from.

“but i don’t think ill ever be.”

as if on instinct, you had risen to your toes, throwing your arms over his shoulders. his head falls to the nape of your neck and he hugs you, arms closing around the small of your back.

it’s warm, comfortable. you’ve missed this.

you can hear him, feel him, breathing. he’s finally calm, the same composed jaehyun that you and everyone else know him as. the hiphop team captain that only talks to those he thinks deserve his attention, and sleeps with the rest.

you pull away but he keeps his hands on your waist, you clear your throat and they flinch away, falling back to his side as he laughs.

“i’m sorry, about everything.” jaehyuns says, “i’ve made everything so hard for you, when all i wanted to do was make it easier.”

you nod, lips pursing into a small smile.

he continues. “i don’t expect you to suddenly grow your feelings for me back,” he laughs, “i just hope you’ll, maybe, hate me a little less.”

“thank you jaehyun. i mean it.”

his dimples show.

“and.. i don’t think i can hate you now.”

“really?”

“i mean… not if you try on a tutu infront of the boys..” you laugh, and he looks at you in terror before playfully chasing you around your dorm.

it’s nice, being friends with him again.

you should be scared. you should be anxious.

but something tells you, this time, he won’t let you hate him, that this time he won’t let his feelings come inbetween you.

something tells you this time will be very different

mlist — next

notes; well well well 😁😁😁😁 i am so absolutely horrified to post this chapter because ik you guys have been anticipating it like CRAZY😟😟 ive enjoyed all the theories and everything sososoooo much im definitely gonna include smn with possible theories in my next smau cus it’s been so fun🙏🙏🙏🙏 i rlly wana properly say thank you because u guys have been giving me so much support on this and it makes it so much more fun to write!!! i rlly hope you’re enjoying it as much as i am making it. there’s still quite a bit to go but Y is FINALLY REVEALEDDD🤗🤗🤗 (fr this time i swear)

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[ma1dita]

its 2am and im delirious im so sorry but

jealous! (and maybe clingy!)luke x apollo!reader when he sees the same couple of campers constantly coming to you for medical attention over small scratches or feigned illnesses just to get your attention..and reader is just so kind to everyone they’d never refuse to treat anybody no matter how minor the injury, but it drives luke a little mad teehee 🤭

🐥 also happy (late) birthday jo!!

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x gn!apollo!reader

a/n: i will never get tired of bf!luke.

wc: 947

“Be with you in a second, sweet boy!”

Your hands were fiddling with gauze as you brush past Luke sitting on the only empty bed left in the infirmary. And you weren’t even talking to him! Your words were directed to his half-sibling and with all the others waiting for you, it was obvious that you weren’t leaving your shift anytime soon despite his plans for your date night.

“Doc, what about me? I feel sick too,” he mutters into your neck, big hands pulling at your waist and playing with the smock tied around your frame.

“What’s the matter, my love?” You coo, brushing back his mop of hair and looking into his honey sweet eyes. He grins and it’s a bit boyish and quite sinister, all Luke with a definite trick up his sleeve. 

“My heart hurts…. because I pulled a few strings to have dinner with you at the lake and we’re not there right now,” he sighs, hot breath tickling your earlobe, “And I need you to fix me up too.” Cheeky asshole.

You bite your lip and slowly pull yourself away from his embrace, not without kissing the corner of his mouth before the fluttery feeling is weighed down by the reminder of your responsibilities at the sound of a scream from across the infirmary.

The room was filled with campers of all ages vying for your attention and waiting for your gentle hands to tend to everything from a scraped knee to a rising fever (though if you ask Luke, he’s so sure he saw Bradley from cabin 9 standing over the forge in the armory trying to break a sweat earlier).

It was sickening. Someone ought to tell these campers to get in line. Connor Stoll almost skips–excuse me, limps, (now that you’re watching him again) towards Luke with a shit-eating grin at his moody disposition at the fact that he has to fight for your attention.

“Beat it, loser.”

“Baby! Don’t be mean or I’ll ask you to leave. Get up, Connie needs to get his knee wrapped,” you say with a furrow in your brow. Your eyes dart around the room wondering where the rest of your siblings have gone to help you heal these campers, but unlike you, they’ve already clocked out for the day. It’s a wonder how many kids at Camp Half-Blood get brutalized, maimed, or both on the daily, but it’s all in a day’s work of being a child of Apollo.

“Yeah, move it bighead!”

Luke grumbles, rising to his feet and shoving Connor a bit harder than what’s brotherly, so much so that the preteen falls face first into the cot. (Luke thought it was dumb that the kid was acting like a baby since the idiot scraped his knee jumping off the roof of the dining pavilion because Travis and Chris dared him to.)

“OWWW!” he groans, and before you can react, Bradley’s asking for another cold towel and little Lila from cabin 4 starts crying about her sun poisoning from being out in the strawberry field—your shaking hands and wide eyes let Luke know you’re at your limit so he ushers you behind a curtain for examinations.

“Honestly, you’re overworked babe. Take a break,” he says sternly, but softens as you look up at him with a pout and a whole lot of love. He smooths your hair down and hands you a glass of water.

“Just need to see the rest of the patients for the day and send them on their way. I don’t want anyone to be hurt,” you mumble through sips, leaning against the wall and shutting your eyes. To Luke, it sounded like the quicker you get through this the more time he spends with you— and so he moves so quickly that you barely process what he’s doing until you hear various complaints from campers (who are annoyed that their new nurse isn’t as pretty as you and dons a fierce glare and curls that hang over his forehead like a dark cloud).

Nurse Luke models after what he’s seen you do here countless times, but in a way that’s very much his own. He gives out ambrosia and nectar, cleans up booboos where needed, tells Bradley to fuck off and take a cold shower, tapes Connor’s mouth shut, and awkwardly jokes to a kid from cabin 6 that he probably shouldn’t be the one doing stitches or he’ll get a scar that looks like the one running down his cheek. They agree to wait until later, holding bloody gauze to their chin.

By the time you’ve calmed yourself down, you pull back the curtain to see an eerily quiet infirmary (and you’re not sure if they’ve been threatened into silence) but everyone is bandaged, fed and watered—to the best of Luke’s ability. It brings up a sunny smile on your face that reminds him of the first rays of morning light which is a view he never gets tired of, and you finally throw in the towel when Leo and little Will come in for the evening shift. 

A resounding sigh is heard from the infirmary’s patients as you leave with your boyfriend, to which you don’t think much of as you look at Luke like he’s the answer to all of your problems. He kisses you in the doorway like its a cure, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a nice dinner at the lake even if it’s pitch black outside now.

It also serves to those damn kids as a reminder that he’s the one who gets to fuss over you and though he doesn’t like starting fights, boy, does he love ending them, in his own little way.

[itsjustjackie55]

Bones | Justin Herbert x Reader

Warning: Smut ahead!!! 18+ only MDNI! If you’re uncomfortable reading please do not click continue reading beyond this point!!

A/N: The position they’re in is kind of a prone bone position but it takes place on the sofa so it’s just a little bit different. Kind of got a bit dirty lol. Spooky season is finally hereeee!!! Im sorry this took so long, school started to pick up so I’m sorry, I just finished writing it I also didn’t edit it, I just wanted to get it out to y’all!!

Laying back on the sofa you couldn’t help but love how much cooler it got in cali, football season and fall activities, it’s been a little bit of a difficult start for Justin the ankle and the losses.

Being around the house as he forced himself to get up. You couldn’t stand seeing your boyfriend being moody and annoyed because of the pain and lack of being able to move with his ankle sprain. But you were more than happy to help him with things and support him when he need it.

You loved the man so much you were willing to do just about anything for him. Even if it was just laying with him on the couch and watching scary movies. It was the best thing you loved to do with him. These little moments you spent together, but as the night went on you knew you were getting sick of the snack and couldn’t help but get a little hungry.

Deciding on ordering in pizza for tonight was a good decision. It allowed the both of you to spend more time on the couch cuddling and making out.

Him on his side behind you while you laid on your back. You loved feeling the heat from his chest and the roughness of his hand as it trailed up your hip to your jaw pulling you in deeper.

Feeling him growing hard on your upper thigh you couldn’t help but feel a little cocky about you being the reason for his boner.

Letting out a moan as your grinded on him, you couldn’t help how needy you got for him within the short time span.

You loved him and he loved you but the way he fucks you like he was angry all the time made the sex ten times better.

You loved having sex as outlet for his fustrations.

“J…”

“Angel?”

“Touch me please” you begged

“I already am,” was all he said as he started teasing you putting his hand under your shirt, trailing his way up and squeezing your boob.

“I want more… please handsome,”

“I need it”

Groaning at the way you begged him for more, he gathered himself pulling his shirt you were wearing up to reveal your lack of panties and your chest. He always got just a little lost and breathless seeing you over and over again.

“You’re so beautiful baby”

Blushing at the way he complimented how exposed you were to him, you couldn’t help but feel a slight vulnerable and yet still confident because of the giant man.

He moved on top of you to kiss you but you were ahead of him sucking on his tongue. A sign that you were getting lost in the moment.

Trailing your hands up his shoulders and tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly causing him to moan. He had to give you more, he just knew what he had to do, moving himself lower, leaving kisses and love bites all over your chest until he got to where you needed him most.

Making eye contact with you as he stuck his head deeper between your thighs. Flattening his tongue from your entrance and flicking your clit as he licked up your cunt. Loving the way you moaned his name and looked so exposed for him drove him crazy.

He loved seeing you pinch and tug at your nipples with one hand while the other was still in his hair pulling, and pushing down on his head as you ground you hips onto his face.

He loved the way you tasted to. So sweet like candy. He loved how wet you got for him and how easy it was to get you like this. And the way your perfume lingered, not only did you taste sweet you smelt like it too.

It drove him crazy.

Pulling away from you so he wouldn’t come in his pants was the best option for the both of you.

“Sweets…” was all you could whine.

“I know, I’m sorry gorgeous,”

“Flip over.”

Doing as you were told, Justin sat up on his right knee and planting his left foot on the ground pulling his sweats down to his mid thigh, just enough for him to spring free.

Looking behind you as you placed you legs between his your mouth watered at the sight of him, bright pink tip, cock sticking straight up and hugging his abdomen.

You couldn’t help but giggle when he called you out for staring.

“What are you looking at, my eyes are up here sweetness.”

Moving closer to your ass he couldn’t help himself but slap it, watching it jiggle and turn red when you yelped at the feeling. Moaning after he rubbed the spot he just hit.

He knew how to give you tender loving. Leaning forward, grabbing his dick and pushing it to your entrance, he noticed you tense at the feeling.

“Relax mama,”

“We’ll go slow.”

Hearing his words always made you relax, he truly was gentle and patient with you. Always catering to your needs and making sure you were always content.

Pushing himself further in slowly you both moaned loudly, you gasping for air as he tried pushing deeper, his public bone meeting the edge of your ass.

He loved this position as much as you did.

He loved seeing how your back arched. The way your ass bounced every time he pulled out and thrusted in you rough.

He loved seeing your body glisten underneath him. He loved the way you squeezed around him, he loved how you stopped speaking, too distracted and gone by the feeling. Biting down on one arm and the other pushing and pulling on his hip to keep a pace you loved. He loved taking care of his girl this way.

Getting carried away he pushed his hands to the arch of your back, only making your hips and butt lift more. He couldn’t help but keep slapping your right cheek as he kept thrusting.

You loved it the most, the feeling, the closeness, the rawness of it all, the deep level of intimacy. Twisting your body to try and get a kiss from Justin. He noticed how needy you were for him. Leaning down and pulling you by your neck to meet him halfway.

By now you didnt know how to stop yourself from cumming. You didn’t even know how to announce it to him.

He on the other hand already knew where you were. He could feel you squeezing him.

“Cum for me baby, I got ya”

“Cum in me J”

Moaning at your words, feeling him twitch inside you, he knew he couldn’t last that much longer.

“Come on baby, ladies first, you gotta cum for me first baby.”

Meeting his lips once more you couldn’t keep quiet as you came, moaning his mouth and whimpering his name and a string of cuss words.

Hearing you let go drove Justin to the edge, halting deep inside you, filling you up from behind as you both came down from your high. Collapsing onto your back tilting your head back to kiss him really sealed the deal.

Letting your highs cool down you were a mess. Panting and shaking, you knew you were in love.

Flipping to your side seeing Justin sitting on the other side of the couch, legs spread dick still out and twitching, his arms on the edge of the couch, he was already looking at you. Smiling at him with tired eyes. You both had a night. He looked good too, his cheeks pink and goofy smile plastered on his face.

The both of you giggling because of what you had done. The moment was cut short when the doorbell rang, you had finished up just in time for dinner.

[delusionisaplace]

Quotes for the opposites attract kind of pairing ? Maybe like the upbeat, energetic and spontaneous character x the moody, serious, do things by the book and likes quiet character ?

i kinda already did smth like this (link here) butttttt i had a couple of ideas for the first one that i didn’t use, so im gonna do this again :)

𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩: 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙙𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

have fun with these :) | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible | tag me if you use any bc i love seeing what you guys write :))

“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder why it was so peaceful.”

“Isn’t it so beautiful today?” “…it’s raining?”

“Let’s go do something, anything!” “It’s 3 in the morning…”

“I like being alone, but everything feels so lonely whenever you’re not around.”

“If you like it, then I like it.”

“Why do you keep smiling at me?” “Because you look like you need it.”

“You never seem to worry about anything.” “Well, there’s no point in worrying if you’re here, right?”

“You’re the brightest star in my night sky." “I'm just being myself."

“I bought you this little plant; it reminded me of you." “Thanks. I'll try not to kill it.”

“Did you see that dog? It was so adorable!” “I guess it was cute, in an ugly type of way."

“I saw this new ice cream place just down the block—we have to try it!” “I don't really like sweets... but sure, I guess.”

“I made us breakfast!” “You didn't have to do that, but... thank you.”

“I love your playlists. They're so unexpected, if that makes sense.” “They're just songs, nothing special.”

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” “I didn’t really have any plans so if you want to, we can.”

“You're always so helpful.” “It's not a big deal, I just…do whatever I can to make you happy.”

“I saw your favorite book on sale and thought of you.” “You remembered... thank you.”

“God, somehow you always know the right thing to say to make me smile.”

“We might not have anything common, but still…I’m lucky to have you.”

and sorry it took me like 2 months to get to this 😭 that’s my bad

[kooktrash]

Could I please request a drabble for the bunny adventures couple? It was the first fics of yours, that I ever read and I hold it close to my heart

this one is so niche to my beginner readers peak but yes I’ll do it even tho I feel like hybrid fics are dead 😭if yall reread the original fic it was NOT my best yall im sorry. also unless yall said 18+ in request I’ll most likely not include any nsfw

1k wc

bunny adventures | jeon jungkook drabble

want more requests? look at my request masterlist in Navi!

Life with Jungkook has had its ups and downs. Like every relationship there are times where you need space from him [especially him being overly clingy], and other times you would prefer to stay in bed with him all day. He’s a lot of maintenance and has his own problems from the past but he’s put a lot of trust and growth in himself. He’s become more sure and secure with who he is and where you stand.

Sometimes he’ll get overwhelmed over the littlest things but it didn’t take much from you to calm him down. Lately Jungkook has taken on a bigger role with Hoseok and the tattoo parlor so his days have been longer. He’s been staying at the shop a lot lately where he’s made friends with other hybrids and people, no longer feeling as hostile to others as before. It’s something you’re happy about but you’ve been missing him around. He used to welcome you after work every day and cling to your hip but he’s been busy with himself.

“What time does Kook get home? I want to try out the new VR headset he got,” Jimin said, rolling around on the floor out of boredom while Yoongi typed away on his work laptop.

“Not sure, he should be home any minute though. Just go use it,” You told him pointing to the extra room that once belonged to Jungkook before he invited himself into yours every night. Now it’s just used as a gaming room and a small library for you. Your boyfriend rarely uses it because he’s too focused on following you around everywhere but when he’s home alone or has Jimin or Taehyung over they’ll spend some time gaming. Jungkook had gone on and on about what you got him for his birthday a couple months ago and has been begging him to play but Jimin’s too busy. Now that Jungkook is the busy one and Jimin is free, it still seems like they haven’t been able to hang out as often.

“Are you kidding? You know how possessive he is over his things!” Jimin groaned, “Tell him to hu—“

The words weren’t fully out his mouth when the front door swung open with a grumpy bunny stomping inside. The three of you looked at each other with visibly confused expressions when Jungkook went straight to your bedroom not bothering to greet anyone.

“I don’t you’re paying tonight, bud,” Yoongi said to Jimin as he tried closing out of his Microsoft doc, “He seems moody.”

“Hold on, I’ll go check if he wants to,” You tried telling them so they wouldn’t feel rushed to leave just because Jungkook seemed upset about something. It’s not that you all felt the need to tiptoe around but Jungkook has gotten a lot better at controlling himself and he’s been through a lot so you can’t help it. Yes, he came from the same facility as Jimin but Jimin is aware he didn’t have it as bad as Jungkook all his life.

“Kook,” You knocked on the door to let him know you’re coming in and went inside. You found him on your shared bed hugging your pillow looking so close to falling asleep, “Everything alright?”

“Tired, lay down with me,” Jungkook said lifting an arm up to try and bring you in to him.

“I can’t, Jimin and Yoongi are out there. Jimin has been waiting to game with you,” You said sitting on the edge of the bed, “You don’t want to go out there and at least say hi?”

“Not tonight, it’s been a long day I’m sorry,” Jungkook said with a groan, “Tell him to go play by himself.”

“Jungkook!” Jimin whined from outside the door and it didn’t last long before Yoongi was pulling him back.

“Come on, we’ll try again tomorrow,” Yoongi pulled him by the end of his shirt, dragging away Jimin with a new promise, “We’ll try again tomorrow! Bye Y/n, bye Kook!”

You looked at your boyfriend who scrunched his nose with a sniffle, pulling on your arm to get you down on the bed. With a small sigh, you chose to give in to his needs and let him wrap himself around you in a hug that nearly suffocated you. Since the start of your relationship Jungkook had gone from a cold, distant bunny hybrid to one overly clingy boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” You asked trying to sneak your arms out to hug him back, fingers running through his hair for comfort.

“Nothing, I tried doing this design today and I didn’t like the way it looked at all,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And I’ve been coming home later and later and you leave earlier than me so it feels like our time keeps getting cut shorter and shorter. I love having the guys over but sometimes I just want to come home to you.”

“You always want to just come home to only me,” You teased and this time his nose scrunched with a smile.

“You’re right, and tonight especially I just wanted my pretty girlfriend to snuggle with me,” Jungkook dug his face into your neck trying to rid you of Jimin’s scent and coat you in his own. He loved your lavender smell and when he’s at work he keeps a sweater of yours there that helps calm his nerves. He’ll need to switch it out soon with something that had a stronger scent.

“Alright how about this,” You comb his hair out of his face, “Well, call it an early night and tomorrow I’ll see if I can go in later only if you promise to hang out with Jimin or Taehyung after work.”

“How about we both take the whole day off tomorrow?” He pulled you closer, cheeky grin on his face when you gave him a stern look, “Half a day? Can we meet up for lunch too?”

“Let me think about it, go get cleaned up and I’ll see what we can order for dinner,” You told him already trying to free yourself from his tight hold but he didn’t let up.

“Join me, I’ve missed you so much.”

“You see me everyday, Kook.”

“Is not enough,” He groaned.

::.

ok listen yall this fic had been buried so deep in the file cabinet in my head I felt like this trying to remember

It might not be everyone’s cup of tea but oh well 🤷🏽‍♀️ it was requested so I shall deliver

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[i2sunric]

Heyyy, could I please request a smut inside the dance practice room with Ricky after dancing for a long time and they decided to take a break and do the *coughs*? THANK YOU ALSO I MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH

right here — s.ricky

wc: 2.4k

warnings: minors dni (explicit smut). blowjob, semi-public sex, ricky is being brat. pet names (princess, angel, baby, slut), mirror sex <33, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degrading kink (if you squint), oral sex | not proofread

hana’s notes : HELP ANON IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAITING 😭😭 hope you liked it <33 sorry for having disappeared mwah, kinda proud with how it turned :3

“i told you, this step is not right.” ricky nagged for the nth time of the afternoon, making you click your tongue. you were already tired from having worked the whole morning and now you were kindly helping your boyfriend out with a new choreography he wanted to show to his fans in the near fanmeeting. he was stressed, clearly stressed and frustrated, not much to you but more to himself; however you did not like the way he was treating you “i’m telling you this step looks cooler, can’t you listen to me once?” i raised an eyebrow

“i don’t remember giving you the permission to change the steps.” he raised an eyebrow back at you “seriously ricky, i’m just trying to help you, if you want to work alone, then do it.” you groaned, now having reached the limit of your patience. not minding ricky anymore, you walked over your belongings and started closing the bag, ready to leave. a wave of guilt washed over ricky’s expression, just remembering that you had also been busy with your studies and, instead of relaxing at home after your exams, you had to deal with his moody behaviour for more than two hours

“baby, hey..” he murmured, walking over to you and taking your wrist, making you turn around to face him. your eyebrows ere knotted, an expression of annoyance on your face. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have taken my stress on you, i’m very grateful you’re helping me.” ricky looked at you with his gaze, his two eyes staring deep in yours, almost putting a spell on you. you sighed, looking down “you’re a jerk.”

“i know,” he smiled softly, his hands wrapping around your waist “but i’m your jerk.” ricky winked at you, making you scoff at his poor - but successful - attempt to make you feel better “let’s stop practicing, yeah? i want to spend some time with you.” he said with a small pout.

your gaze went down to stare at his lips, making them turn in a cocky smirk “i missed you so much, angel, i know you’ve worked hard recently.” he connected his lips to yours, the kiss was tender and slow, you two were savouring each others’ taste. his hand went to place on your cheeks, gently caressing it while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. as time passed, the kiss got even more intense, ricky’s hands now wandering all over your body, touching everything they could while his teeth grasped at your bottom lip, making you suffocate a moan.

“fuck baby,” he said, pulling away from the kiss, his lips swollen and panting “let me make it up to you.” ricky reconnected your lips, this time your tongue danced together. his kisses slowly go lower while he keeps tasting you. his lips reach your neck, and as they do he starts moving his lips upwards towards your ear “i’ve been such a jerk, haven’t i?” he says softly and gently starts kissing your neck, making you make small noises. his breath is still heavy, as if he’s intoxicated by this moment

“ricky..” you moan, your fingers grasping his blonde and styled hair, messing it. ricky gave your neck a small bite, not adding too much pressure and licking it right away to calm it down, just enough to make a bruise appear later. his experienced hand goes to tuck your bra, removing it with so much speed you didn’t even proceed it until his cold fingers teased your nipples, making you gasp.

with a move, he turned you around, your ass pressed against his clothed hard length. you could see the shadow of his hands under your shirt, you moaned at the sight of yourself in the giant mirror. ricky smirked, removing his lips from your neck “looking so beautiful, princess.” he whisper quietly in your ear, his voice so low that it made you shiver “ricky, please..” you murmured, feeling that uncomfortable stickiness in your panties

“please what, pretty?” he asked, his hand still playing with your breasts “use your words.” you bit your bottom lip, staring at him through the mirror “need you,” you breathed out “need you so bad.” you moved your hips so your ass could press even more on ricky’s bulge, making him groan

“need me, angel?” he whispered “need me so bad?” you nodded frenetically “so bad, please.”

“how can i refuse when you’re asking so politely?” ricky placed another small kiss on your neck before his other hand went down the hem of your sweatpants and panties all in once, feeling how soaked you were “damn baby, you’re dripping.” he smiled, your juices flowing on his fingers. he started making slow circles on your clit, making your head jerk back instantly, a shaky moan escaping your mouth as your back arched

he kept drawing small circles on your clit until he wasn’t satisfied by the movements anymore, quickly pulling away his hand, making you moan in complain

“on your knees.” ricky ordered and you obeyed, it was almost pitiful the speed with how you fell onto your knees, right in front of his hips. ricky pulled down his pants, his throbbing length poking from the boxers. you patted it from the outside, making ricky shut his eyes “baby don’t tease.” his voice was deep and hoarse

you smirked and quickly pulled down his boxers, his hard and angry red cock bouncing on his chest, making you drool at the mere sight.

you stroked it, pre-cum already dripping from the tip which you kissed, lips dirtying with it. you swallowed his whole length, maintaining eye contact with ricky as you started bobbing your head, stroking where you could not reach.

out of ricky’s lips escaped moans and low groans, his fingers grasped at your hair, pulling it into a very messy ponytail. his eyes shifted from the reflections of your sinful actions in the mirror; you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth

“so good,” he moaned “your mouth was made for me, yeah? sucking me off so well.” he started groaning, gripping on your head with both of his hands, starting to facefucking you. you gripped on his hips, tears rolling down your cheeks whilst you tried to stop your gagging reflex, the room filling with disgusting sounds.

“fuck fuck fuck.” his moans went louder as he started thrusting even faster “you’re such a slut, went on your knees— on your knees so fast for me.” your throat started to burn before a hot liquid shot down it, ricky cumming inside your mouth.

he thrusted a few more times before pulling out, helping you up, your legs shaking and knees sore but you didn’t mind. he kisses you deeply again, tasting his own seed, whispering in between “i love you.” he dried your tears with his thumb, his other hand grasping on your waist again, pulling you closer and closer, almost wanting your bodies to become one.

“let me take care of you now, mh?” he smiled at you, making you turn around and pulling your pants down, you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your aching core “ricky.” you breathed out

“yes, princess?” he asked, holding your body firmly with one of his hands as the other went down to tease your clit “what do you want?”

“please ricky, need you inside of me.” you pleaded, head resting on one of his shoulders “be a good girl and look at the mirror for me.” you raised your head and looked at the image in the mirror, ricky’s deep eyes staring at yours. his hand — the free one — went down to your clit, rubbing circles, making you moan.

as embarrassing as it seemed, ricky became hard again just after hearing your pretty noises, you could feel his bulge poking through your ass cheeks, he rubbed himself between them while he kept massaging your clit. his grip on your body tightening when your legs started shaking.

“ricky please.” you cried out “fuck me, need you so bad.” ricky seemed reluctant “baby we don’t have a condom.”

“i don’t care.” you looked into his eyes from the mirror, biting your bottom lip “want you to come inside of me, make me full.”

“fuck.” he cursed under his breath, your words almost making him cum there and at that moment “you want me to fill you with my kids, uh? want it so bad?”

“yes!” you exclaimed “please.” you felt your hips rolling against ricky’s fingers, needing more than what he was giving you.

ricky was quick to remove his hand from your clit to stroke his dick, your juices serving as lube before sliding inside your pussy from the back; you gasped at the sudden intrusion. after bottoming out, he pulled away and slammed inside you in a forceful thrust, your walls hugging his cock.

you felt lightheaded, only moans escaping out of your lips as you squeezed your eyes in pleasure “nah ah.” you heard and ricky’s fingers grasped on your chin, forcing your head to raise “look at yourself, look how pretty you are while you take my cock.” he whispered in your ear

“taking me so well, such a good girl.” he groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, your boobs bouncing under the shirt with no bra to contain them.

“ricky..” you moaned, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach “please ‘m so close.” ricky kissed your neck, his hand going back to trace circles on your clit, trying to make you feel even more pleasure

“cum for me, pretty.” he whispered “cum all around me.” and it was enough to make your legs shake, creaming around his cock with a loud moan, clenching. your eyes shutting in pleasure and head resting on his shoulder.

you felt sensitive, ricky knew you always were after releasing, so he gently kissed your neck, holding you with both his hands. he presses his hand on your stomach, feeling his dick poking on it “can you feel me right here?” he asked, thrusting deeper “fuck i’m close.” he started thrusting faster, the sound of skin slapping filled the room

“ricky.” you cried out again “too much..” he massaged your body “i know,” he whispered “i know baby, just a little bit more.”

he came shortly after, filling you up, making you gasp at the feeling of his hot cum dying your walls.

ricky kept moving inside of you at a slow speed, riding you and him down your orgasm. he pulled your head to the side, tilting it so he had free access to your lips, kissing you tenderly

“you’re amazing.” he murmured on your lips “i love you so much, i’m so sorry y/n.” he pouted and you pecked his lips once more “it’s alright ricky.”

ricky gave you a small smile before pulling out, watching as both of your liquids dripped down your thighs “now, let’s get you cleaned up and go home, i’ll spoil you today..” he glanced down again “and also buy plan b, perhaps.” you hit his chest lightly, chuckling