#WHEN HE FURROWS HIS EYEBROWS I WANNA TILT HIS HEAD DOWN AND PLACE A KISS !/!!! MY PRINCE SHOULDNT HAVE TO LOOK THAT WAY 💗💞💓💕💗💔💔💗

[cubtales]

i ❤︎ mydeimos ! !

SOBBB ! LOOK AT HIM ٩(இ ⌓ இ๑)۶ THE PRECIOUS ! MY DEAREST !

[willyoubemycherryy]

FYT (Stack.M x R)

Summary: “I might end up with us kissing, touching, fuckin’…girl ya body’s callin’ for me, I’m fucking you tonight.”

Contains: my extremely poor self control, everyone has a country accent, this is still for the _ strictly for the _, cursing, smut, kissing, oral (fem receiving), he’s not a vampire but he’s STILL a munch, his di€k is big and fat because cmon look at this man, nasty kissing seriously, unprotected s£x, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, rough s£x, I’m talm bout innnitttt, choking, one spank, petnames, begging, nippIe sucking, biting, u got that WAP fr, it’s cool bc Stack ain’t scared of drowning, he’s also a pvssy bully, smoke got jokes apparently😒and anything else I know I’m forgetting 🙂🤷🏽‍♀️

A/n- this is long so good luck🤝🏽🫶🏽 @childishgambinaax @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @twistedsistas-stuff @ayeeeitsmiracle @browngirldominion

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The room was silent.

Nothing besides the sound of your breathing and the muffled music from downstairs but the air buzzed with an electric kind of tension, thick and dangerous.

“Last chance baby, you wanna tell me what was that earlier?”

Your heart skips a beat as you feel yourself grow even more restless. The fact that he was giving you an easy way out already tipped you off that you were about to get put through your paces and that was fine because you didn’t want it easy, you wanted it hard. And in order to guarantee that…

“Not unless you wanna admit that yo’ ears was working just fine and that you don’t really need me to tell you a damn thing, then nah. I’m good.” You snark as you tilt your chin up and it actually does get dead quiet. Stack squints, furrowing his eyebrows while blinking because it’s no way he heard you correctly…except he did.

There’s a click of teeth and before you can brace yourself or open your mouth to sass him some more- you’re flat on your back with your heart in your neck and a big hand locked around your throat getting tighter by the second.

It doesn’t paint you in the best light as a lady, especially not one who’s supposed to be respectable the way you soak through your panties, hips twitching upwards and your dress pooling around your hips from because of the man standing between your thighs looking down at your everything as you whine- shamelessly. Stack watches the way your eyes flutter, mouth dropping open as you gasp. Partially because of the lack of oxygen and also because of the arousal burning though your body.

His grip is tight.

Tight enough to make you lightheaded but he knows you wouldn’t have it any other way; so wet he can taste you in the air and he smiles at how your mouth wasn’t the only thing slick about you. The sight of gold adorning his canines almost make you pass out. Shuffling your hips back a bit, you go to hump up against the fat swell in the front of his slacks and surprisingly, not only does Stack let you- he meets you. Grinding down heavily against your cunt, bending over to suck wetly at your mouth and you’re in heaven.

Bringing a hand to his belt, you pull softly at the leather and instead of taking it off, he pulls away, cooing in mock sympathy at the needy frustration on your face.

“You want it, sweet thing?”

Instinctively, you almost close your eyes because it’s bait and you know it is. It always is when he gets to talkin’ to you like that- low and indulgent. Still,

“Mhm”, you swallow; breathing somewhat clearer with Stack’s hand loosened, “I-I want it-”,

“Tough, ‘cause you can’t have it.”

Your blood is boiling underneath your skin from how bad you need him and pissed off tears begin to bud in your eyes as you glare up at him with all the heat in hell itself but his grin stays in place. Moving his hands on either side of your head as he starts moving against your core, hitting your button with every filthy grind and you moan weakly.

“Why n-”,

“Because I’m in charge and you ain’t ask nicely enough for my tastes.” He purrs against your collarbone before licking a hot wet stripe up your throat to suck nasty bruises under that spot beneath your ear that makes you keen. Large hands grope all over your body, settling on the low cut of your dress and Stack slots his mouth over yours again, tongue filling your mouth and you’re rutting against him just as hard while sucking on the muscle in pleasure. Before you can stop yourself, you run your nails down the nape of his neck. Bad(good) move.

All of the sudden, there’s a loud rip. Stack yanks away from your lips to look at the torn top of your dress. Was it expensive? Yes. Did you care? No. He swears before taking one of the swollen buds into his mouth and you gasp, drawing your eyebrows together in bliss- head spinning. Yet before you can loose yourself, Stack rolls the bud between his teeth and bites.

Pain blooms through your chest instantly making you choke, Stack tugging it before he lets go, letting the swell bounce back into place. The sting lingers something real fierce though and before you can bitch at him for it, he laves his firm tongue thickly over it, soothing the tenderness and you shudder.

Unfortunately for you, it’s only the start of the cycle as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking, biting to the point of pain, then heavy licking. It hurt but it was also good. So good that the thrumming pain in your nipples paired with the delicious waves of pleasure in your rutting core has you coming hard.

Stack doesn’t take his eyes off you.

No, he loves to see the way your pretty face forms into a pout and your swollen lips form that sexy O as you gasp and cry for him, smooth skin and licked raw nipples. Biting his lip, he watches dazed as you writhe in ecstasy, panting when you start to come down.

You’re dizzy and sweaty but you’ve never felt better still you need more. When try you catch your breath, you end up swallowing it when Stack begins to undo his vest and shirt with one hand and sliding your cum slick panties off then pocketing them with the other. You get to drink in the hard lines of muscle before he drops to his knees, pushing your dress up all the way n pressing a fat wet kiss to your clit before sucking it into his greedy mouth and you hear colors.

He’s got you sobbing in under a minute because normally when you cum, he’s kind enough to give you a couple minutes.

You really should have taken him up on taking the easy way out.

Nestling himself further into your cunt, it’s lick after lick between your swollen pussy lips, electricity running up your spine as you tremble. Heat rushes over you in mind numbing waves and threatens to overtake you completely when you’re filled with three of his thick fingers, back arching as they start to swirl harshly against that spot inside you that makes you melt, thrusting sloppily.

Stack presses his lips tight around your nub and when he starts to suck, you fall apart and he groans into your pussy while you lose it and it’s music to his ears.

And just like he knew you would, you beg.

Between the sobbing, the screaming, gasping, moaning and even apologizing…you beg- certain you were gonna lose your mind if he kept going. But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear so he kept lapping away. Drinking you down like you were the best liquor in the country.

“I- uh! Said I was s-sorry- fuck!” Shaky, worn out moans break up your sentence as Stack pulls away with an obscene smack, looking up at you with a wet mouth and lidded eyes- he licks his lips, humming at your taste.

“I heard ya but you know I want more than a lil sorry..”, he trails off and you know what he means; left to choose between your pride or your sanity.

In the moments that you decide, Stack resumes. You feel him roll your nub around with his tongue and when you feel the start of teeth- you break.

“Okay! Okay! Before- I-i said somethin’ under my breath! You was right..”, and Stack looks like the cat the got the cream.

“And what did y’say, pretty?”

Your face burns but you still speak loud enough for him to clearly hear that:

“I said that I..,” you swallow and decide to just get it over with.

“‘Said that I wish you’d break me in.”

“Good girl.”

Satisfaction rolls off Stack in waves as he nods slowly, rising to his feet with a smirk. He hums to himself as he manhandles you onto your stomach, pressing you down into a deep arch and when you hear his belt and fly come undone, blood rushes through your ears. The fat head of his tip presses at the messy wetness of your hole and he bites his lip.

“Y’ready for me to break you in, sweets?”

A warbled moan is the best you got and he takes it, stuffing you full in one thrust. Jesus Christ, it’s such a tight fit that it hurts but in the best way- back arching further as you grapple weakly at the desk. Sobbing moans and wet smacks filling the room. Stack lets out a heady groan, watching the fat of your ass recoil with every thrust, thick strings of your wetness dripping off his cock every time he slides out and he snaps.

Tangling his fingers through your hair, he gets a good grip and pulls, landing a heavy smack on your ass too. The sting makes your eyes water, intensifying the pleasure you already feel as you tighten around him and he’s fucking into you hard enough to knock the air clean out of your lungs. Meanwhile, Stack’s so overcome with pleasure that he can barely think, tingles coiling up is spine as his cock is wrapped in the tightest heat he’s had in his life, ears ringing with your moans that are rising and he knows that when you cum, it’ll be heard-even over the music.

He’s so big that he doesn’t even have to try to hit that spot inside you- shifting a little, pounding away at the nerves n’ the way you go boneless tells him all he needs to know.

“That’s the spot, huh?”

It feels like his fat head is snug up against your stomach and you just can’t quiet yourself down. Broken cries spilling from your throat with drool pooling underneath your cheek and the sight makes his chest burn; railing more than a few of your screws loose.

You were so close.

You’d been close before you waved the white flag by admission and of course he knew that. The twitching of your cunt is on the verge of milking him and he lets go of your hair to wrap his grip around your throat instead, biceps bulging as he squeezes, lips flush against your ear whispering the nastiest things and it’s too much.

Clamping down around his fat cock so tight, he can’t even move as you cum. Its like each and every one of your nerves sizzle before exploding while you leak messily around him, almost blacking out from the overwhelmingness of it all. Stack hisses at how your walls pulse around him, fucking into you with his grip tight around your windpipe until soon enough he lets go too, shooting deep into your pussy with a heavy groan.

You both take a good couple minutes to catch your breath but Stack recovers first. Pulling out slowly then adjusting himself before helping you turn over to lay on your back, breathing heavily. You’re sweaty, you can’t feel your legs, you didn’t have an extra dress to change into, but you got what you wanted and that’s what matters. A lazy grin comes over your face and Stack smiles with you, leaning down to kiss you softly and you purr happily.

“See? Y’so much nicer after you get sum ‘act right’.” Stack’s grin broadens, dimples deepening when you roll your eyes, unamused.

“Not true. I always act right.” Now that was a lie. A lie so blatantly obvious that he laughs, chest warm as it moves against yours and your face warms in affection.

“Right. And I’m Jim Crow-”, his chuckles cut off his own sentence as you swat him on the arm, laughing with him and he’s all too content until there’s a knock at the door.

“Stack n’ company? Y’all decent?” Smoke’s voice is muffled through the wood. You snort at the ‘n company’ part while Stack hurries to cover you with his jacket. It’s big so it works and kind of itchy but smells wonderful and you glow as you nod at him to respond.

“As decent as we’ll be tonight. Come in.”

Smoke comes in and his eyes widen at the state of you two. Whistling,

“Damn! You know it’s bad when you can tell who floats like a butterfly and who stings like a bee-”,

You cover your face in embarrassment as Smoke laughs so hard he has to lean against the door to hold himself up. Stack has to bite his lip to keep from laughing with him too. Sucking his teeth instead.

“Man, what do you want?” Smoke shakes his head before answering like it’s obvious.

“To see if y’all ready to go home or if y’all staying here all night.”

Huh?

“Smoke, what time is it?” He looks at his watch then back at you.

“1:47- almost 2 in the mornin’.”

Damn. The joint closed at one. Wait-! That meant-

“Could y’all-”,

“Hear? Nah, we imagined it. Cornbread gon be talkin’ bout y’all though. Anywho-“,

Your lips thin into a line and you feel a headache coming on before Stack tells his brother that yes, you’re going home and to go wait by the bar and while y’all fix up and he shoots him a look before going, turning on his heel and closing the door. You look up to find Stack already looking at you, smile soft as cotton.

“You alright, baby?”

Warmth blooms all over and you just wanna cuddle him but that’ll wait until you’re back in bed. Leaning up, you kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

“My back hurts but m’ absolutely perfect, now cmon. Smoke’s waitin'.” He nods, kissing you one last time before pulling off you. Making himself presentable and buttoning the oversized blazer of his you have on.

Stack’s carrying you down the stairs to meet Smoke and go home when you gasp, remembering something.

“Do you think Cornbread’ll have told the entire world by tomorrow?”

[ateezscupid]

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

your adorable nerd boyfriend yunho ♡

"Yunho!" You walk into the studio holding a bag of carry-out food. "You still here?"

Yunho's head peeks out from behind the soundproof door, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "Couldn't get the harmony right," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the faint strums of an unplugged guitar. "Think I'm gonna need to tweak the bridge a bit."

"Aw, baby," You walk over, sitting the carry-out on a chair nearby and kicking the door behind you closed. "You're burning the midnight oil again. What's up?"

"I just-" he sighs. "Hongjoong asked if I wanted to help on the album and I said yes but it's just not coming out right. I'm no good at this."

Your face curls up as you giggle. "Yunho, are you kidding? You're, like, super fucking talented when it comes to making music! You literally wrote a song for me every valentines day and every birthday I had since we first started dating. Why are you so…down? What's with the sudden self-doubt?"

"I've just--been real stressed." He sighs. "I had a shit ton of promotions and a shit ton of practice and work to do and then having to work on the album I-"

"Then tell Hongjoong you won't be able to? You know he won't be mad. You guys have been friends for ages." You rub his shoulders gently, feeling the tension knotting his muscles. You smile warmly and push his glasses up his nose. "You're doing too much."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure. But I want to keep working on it. I wanna participate. I wanna help Hongjoong. Everything has just been stressing me out and we haven't done anything with each other in ages-"

"What do you mean? I hangout in the studio with you literally every time you come in here." You furrow your eyebrows and then pause realizing what he means. "Oh..~"

Yunho nods his head. "Yeah, but it's not the same. I've been so busy, I feel like I've lost touch with everyone, especially with you." He turns to face you, placing the guitar aside. "And I don't wanna disappoint him. I know he's counting on me."

"Well do you want me to help…?" You tilt your head and place your hand on his thigh. "Help with the tension?" You say with a cheeky smile.

Yunho laughs, the first genuine one in hours. "I'd love that," he says, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. "But I actually meant with the music."

"So you don't want head?"

He pauses. "Well, both, actually." He opens one eye and peers at you with a half-smile. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it."

You smile and get on your knees, scooting closer and grabbing the hem of his sweatpants. "Just work on the music. I'll do what I need to do." You start to massage his legs, feeling the tightness in his muscles slowly release under your skilled touch. Yunho sighs deeply, leaning his head back.

You bite your lip, pushing his sweatpants down and running your fingers over the bulge showing in his boxers. "Let's get these off," you murmur, your voice low and teasing. He lifts his hips slightly to help you, his breath catching in his throat. You never got over his size, and the way his body responds to your touch still sends shivers down your spine. As you pull his boxers down, his erection springs free, and you wrap your hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yunho groans, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, full of heat and need.

With a wink, you lean in, placing soft kisses along his inner thigh, making him squirm. The studio's dim lighting casts a warm glow on his skin, highlighting the goosebumps that rise from your touch. The faint smell of sweat and the lingering scent of guitar strings mingle with his unique scent, creating a heady cocktail of desire. You trace the veins on his cock with your tongue, feeling him twitch in your grip. You look up at him, his eyes now wide with anticipation, and you take him fully in your mouth, sucking and teasing with the perfect amount of pressure. His hips buck, but he quickly stifles the sound, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the night.

"So pretty…" he mumbles, watching as you work your magic. The words are barely a whisper, but the intensity behind them sends a thrill through you. You've always loved this power, the ability to make him feel this way, to make him forget about the stresses of the world outside these walls.

You move your mouth up and down, finding the rhythm that makes his toes curl and his hands tighten in your hair. His eyes are glued to the sight of you, kneeling before him, your lips wrapped around him. The taste of him is familiar, but it never gets old, never fails to make your stomach flip with excitement.

He grabs your hair, guiding your movements, and you feel a shiver run through him. The quietness of the studio is only broken by the occasional sound of someone passing by outside, the distant sound of cars on the street, and the muffled thump of music coming from the other side of the building. It's a stark contrast to the symphony of your heart beating in your ears and the wet sounds of your mouth on his skin.

"You're so pretty, baby," Yunho whispers, his voice strained with pleasure as he watches you, his eyes hooded with lust. You look up, meeting his gaze, and the connection between you is palpable, a silent promise that no matter what happens, you'll always be there to take the edge off.

You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his thighs tense and his breathing quickens. You pick up the pace, eager to give him the release he so desperately needs. The tip of your nose nuzzles against his pelvis as you deep-throat him, your throat tightening around his length.

"F-Fuck-!" he chuckles and leans forward, his hand gripping the chair's armrest tightly as he watches you in rapt attention. "Just like that, baby… just like that…" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his eyes glazed with lust as you continue your relentless ministrations. The way you take him in, the passion in your eyes as you suck him off, it's like nothing he's ever felt before.

You flutter your eyelashes as you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but the look of pure ecstasy on Yunho's face spurs you on. You feel the heat building in your own core, the friction of your own arousal against your thighs as you continue to suck and lick, bringing him closer to the edge. His grip on your hair tightens, and you know he's about to come.

His eyes are tightly shut, his head thrown back, and his breaths come in sharp gasps. You feel the muscles in his thighs tighten even further, and you know that he's on the brink. With one final, deep suck, you feel him pulse in your mouth, and he lets out a strangled moan as he releases. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him, feeling his body relax as the tension drains from his muscles.

You only slow for a moment, now wrapping your other hand around his cock and stroking it as you swallow the last of his cum. You sit back on your heels, smiling up at him, your mouth glistening. Yunho's chest heaves as he looks down at you, his eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice raw and needy.

You smile, leaning back down and kitten licking his tip once again, gently sucking on his tip. He literally jolts at the sensation, his body still reeling from the intense orgasm. "Holy fuck, I just came-"

You chuckle in response, pushing his cock further in your mouth, enjoying the way he squirms. "You can always come more," you murmur, your voice muffled by his flesh. You love teasing him, pushing his limits, making him feel good. It's a power dynamic you both thrive on, one that has grown over the years of your relationship. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before popping it out again. "Can I get one more?"

"I…" he sighs, his body still trembling slightly. "I'm not sure I can handle another one right now." He opens his eyes and looks at you, his smile lazy and content. "But, if you want…"

"You've handled it before." You purr, stroking him gently, watching the pleasure play out on his face as you bring him back to full hardness. The challenge in your tone is clear, and it ignites a competitive spark in Yunho's eyes. He nods, a silent agreement to let you continue your sweet torment.

With renewed enthusiasm, you swirl your tongue around his shaft, feeling his cock twitch in response. Each touch, each lick is met with a soft gasp or moan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. The studio's ambiance adds a layer of intimacy to the moment, the muffled sounds of the world outside seemingly fading away as you focus solely on bringing him pleasure.

The overstimulation of his senses is almost too much for Yunho to handle. He watches you, mesmerized by the way your eyes light up with mischief and desire, your mouth a perfect "O" around his cock, your tongue flicking and teasing with the finesse of a pro. The way you manipulate him is like an art form, a symphony of pleasure that he's all too willing to succumb to. He leans back into the chair, his legs spreading wider to give you more access, his body arching off the seat slightly as you deep-throat him again.

He opens his mouth as if he was going to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he releases a low groan as you continue to suck him off, your movements deliberate and practiced. The sound echoes faintly in the studio, sending a thrill through you. You've always loved making him feel this good, reducing him to a puddle of need and desire.

His groans even started turning into whimpers and it was the sweetest sound in the world to your ears. You could feel your own arousal building, your pussy throbbing and wet, begging for attention. But you knew you had to focus on him right now. You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing as you took him deep, feeling the warmth of his cock in your mouth, the pulse of his blood beating against your tongue. You could tell he was close again, his body tensing and his breaths coming in short gasps.

"Fuck-" he whines, gripping the arm rests so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Oh my fucking god,"

You laugh around his cock, feeling the vibrations from his voice resonate through your mouth and into him. The sound spurs you on, your movements becoming more urgent. You can feel your own orgasm building as you watch him lose control. You've always had this effect on each other, pushing each other's boundaries, finding new ways to make the other feel alive.

"Fuckfuckfuck," his glasses even started to fall off his face. You giggle, reaching up with one hand to gently push them back up, not breaking the rhythm of your mouth. His eyes are now fully open, watching you with a mix of amazement and lust. "You're gonna make me come again," he whispers, his voice strained and desperate.

You nod, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You're enjoying this, the power you hold over him, the way he's at your mercy. You increase the pace, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth, stroking and sucking with a fervor that leaves him trembling. The studio's air feels thick with desire, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of music equipment.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasps. "Fuckfuckfuck, I-I'm-" He can't even form the words as his hips thrust upward, meeting your mouth's eager suction. His orgasm crashes over him, and you feel the warmth of his cum fill your mouth once again. You swallow with a satisfied smile, feeling the muscles in your jaw relax as you release him with a final kiss to the tip.

You stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, watching as Yunho slumps back into the chair, his body boneless with pleasure. He opens his eyes to look at you, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Thank you," he murmurs again, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, how about you?"

[rhaenyraeri]

nah bc i cannot get the thought of tasting remmick out of my head <33

his sweat, his drool, his come..

lord have mercy on me i need to taste this man

warnings: oral (m! receiving), sloppy making out, mention of fem! recieving oral on her period, reader is obsessed with remmick’s come, sweat, and drool, licking, overstimulation

minors dni, 18+!!!!

his grip on your hair is tight, using the strands as a reign to push and pull your mouth up and down his cock. the other hand is gripping the armrest of the dinner chair in your house, legs spread apart so you can have access to him. the corner of the room is illuminated by a few candles melting on the windowsill, the flickering lights shining against his face.

“ah, shit, darlin’. you’re so damn good at this. suckin’ on me like that.”

you place your hands on his thighs, fingers pushing into his skin as you grip. his moans are guttural, you can hear the desire laced in each sound. he’s always been more than happy to please you; to have his head between your thighs for hours on end. but tonight you stopped him, saying it’s his turn.

you hummed as you sucked on his length, tongue lightly moving when you got the chance. he tasted divine, like heaven on your tongue. and you wouldn’t let a single bit of him go to waste. the hand gripping your hair let go, he’s now using it to run his fingers through his hair. you go back up his length, removing your mouth and replacing it with your hand. he whines at the feeling, how your mouth wasn’t taking all of him anymore.

you took a hand from his thigh and wrapped it around his length, stroking it up and down as you looked at the man above you. his head is tilted back, eyebrows furrowed, and the back of his hand is placed against his forehead.

“aww, come on, darlin’. don’t tease me like this, i-i need your pretty little mouth back on me.”

he opened his eyes, looking down at you, pleading.

you scooted closer, spreading his legs a little more. you lifted his cock and moved in to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking as you stroked him. his hips twitched at the feeling, and you could see his leg muscles tighten. giving them a few kisses and then licking up and down the seam, you raised up to put his cock back into your mouth.

he ran his fingers through your hair as you sucked on him, giving it a light tug before taking it up your arm to grab your hand. his hips thrust involuntarily into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

“honey, i’m so close. fuck, i’m gonna come darlin,” remmick warned, his voice desperate for the release. you moaned at his words, thinking of how good it’s going to feel for his warm seed to run down your throat, the taste of his release as you continued to suck the life out of him (well, what was left of it).

“it’s all mine, baby. give it to me, let me taste you. wanna swallow it all,” you pulled away from him long enough to tell him, to send him over the edge.

he muttered a quick “goddamnit,” as you put your warm mouth on his length again, humming to send vibrations through him. you got a few more sucks in before you heard his loud moan of release, then felt the feeling of his salty cum filing your throat.

but you didn’t let up, continuing your job as his body shook, the release doing him in.

remmick started to squirm, the chair creaking. his claws shot out of his hand, almost piecing the both of you. overstimulation started to set in, his foot stomped down against the flooring as you kept going. you were to determined to suck him dry, the taste of his come being so insanely addicting.

“darlin’ please i.. i can’t go anymore, please. it’s too much.”

giving in, you hollowed your cheeks around his length one last time, as much as you could, and pulled away. you licked the slit of his cock, gathering just the tiniest bit more of his release.

you kissed up his clothed abdomen before running your hands across his arms as you stood up. staring down at him, a thought popped into your head. you sat on his lap, looking over his spent body. he still hasn’t looked at you.

drool fell from his mouth, running down his throat and chest. his head was still leaned back, eyes staring at the ceiling as he tried to control his heavy breathing. you kissed his exposed chest above the white tank top, savoring the taste of his sweat and vampiric drool. it was intoxicating. so invigorating.

you licked from the collar of the tank top and up his neck, sucking a hickey just below his ear. pulling back, you noticed remmick was still looking up at the ceiling, lost in the bliss from the head you’d given him.

you glanced at the chain sitting around his neck. your eyes flicked up to his face then back down. deciding enough was enough, you took two fingers and wrapped them around the chain, forcing him to look at you.

“are you just gonna ignore me the rest of the night, rem? i still haven’t got my fill of you yet.”

he shook his at you, mouth open as he stared at your face, a small bit of his come pooled at the corner. he brought a hand to your face, running his thumb across your lips to gather his release and push it into your mouth. you moaned around his thumb, sucking on it. his fingers rubbed your cheek lovingly as he watched, mesmerized by how entranced you were by his taste. all of his tastes, for that matter.

“darlin’, i’ll be here all night, you know that. you got the rest of the moonlight to take me for all i can give you.”

you leaned in to kiss him, immediately noting that you’re desperate to get your tongue deep into his mouth. he kissed you back with ferocity, wrapping his arms around your body as you take your hands and place them on his shoulders. the kiss was messy— probably unnecessarily so. but thankfully you didn’t give a fuck.

remmick got to ravish you damn near every night, absorbing every ounce of your slick that he could get his greedy tongue on, so why couldn’t you? there was nothing more he loved than to be trapped between your thighs, drinking your release like his life depended on it. especially the nearly week long treat he got each month, where your sweet blood and divine come mixed together. it drove him insane.

you’re using too much tongue but again, you didn’t give a fuck. saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his vampiric drool. the squelching sounds made you dizzy with infatuation, only making you kiss him more aggressively. the noises were obscene, yet somehow that fired you up more. you hum into his mouth as his grip tightens around your body. he pulled away, mouth soaked. he knew what you were thinking.

“go on, darlin. i know you just can’t get enough.”

and that’s what you did. you kissed around his face, your tongue sliding out into kitten licks to take in the mess you’d purposefully made. you kissed his jaw, tongue swiping at the dribble of spit hanging on his chin. he laughed, finding your enthusiasm and desperation for every ounce of his flavor to be entertaining.

he could remember a couple weeks prior when he’d come to your home drenched in blood, and the both of you needed each other desperately. you’d moaned at the taste of the blood, a shock to him as humans didn’t tend to enjoy the flavor, hell, none he’d ever met had the stomach for seeing blood let along licking it off of someone.

it all makes sense now. it wasn’t so much the blood as it was him. something about the way his body tasted to you drove you insane, getting you drunk off of it.

he touched your cheek again, swiping the spit off your mouth and putting his still slightly wet thumb back into your mouth, letting you clean up the mess. when you finished, he kissed you, but this time it’s a more loving, sweet kiss. nothing like the others tonight.

“what’s gotten into you, girl? just a couple weeks ago you licked blood off me like a damn vampire, and tonight you’ve licked every ounce of liquid i gave out. you’re a messy woman, you know that?”

you smiled, thinking about just how insane you’d gone tonight. might’ve been overkill, might not have been. remmick shouldn’t look so handsome and taste so goddamn amazing if he didn’t want you doing something about it.

“well, rem, i just cannot help myself. sounds familiar, doesn’t it?,” you laughed, quoting what he’d told you one night when you asked him why he was so obsessed with eating you out.

he smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he breathed out.

“the damn sun’s coming up, darlin’. i hate to leave you like this but i gotta get goin’.”

you pouted, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. he tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at you, as if asking “really?”

sighing, you got off his lap and walked to the front door, grabbing his clothing. he hadn’t even made it two steps into the house before the desire overcame the two of you.

“we need to find a way to block it out. i can’t keep missing you all day, rem.”

he stopped buckling his belt, looking up at you. he scanned the room for ideas, then landed on a huge curio cabinet you had.

“well, we could always board up these windows. maybe even more some of these bigger pieces of your furniture ‘round to block ‘em out.”

a smile raised in your face. having remmick in your house at night time wasn’t enough. during the day you yearned for his presence, just him being nearby.

“i like that idea. a lot, actually.”

he walked over to you, noticing how soon that sunrise was coming.

“i really gotta get goin’, sweetheart. but i’ll see you tonight, alright? help ya move some of these around. unless you plan to make me do all the hard work,” he said as he placed his hand on your doorknob, bracing himself as his slid his boots on.

“and miss you working up a sweat? yeah, right,” you laughed, a devious smile flashing to him.

“lord, girl, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

[secretaccountlol]

Loud!Reader x Mark.

This is inspired by this loud!reader by the wonderful and lovely : Nympheagaina

This is SMUT, 18+ only.

Synopsis: you’re quiet during sex, not because your boyfriend isn’t good, just wasn’t in your nature until now.

Words : 2,710!

Warning? : Soft!dom Mark x Sub! reader, sex toys, Mark does pin the readers hands, Reader has female body parts.

Uhmm proofread by my dyslexia ass plz don’t yell at me for typos! I always love readin’ yall comments and reposts!

Author note feel free to skippp :

Oh my god bro, I’m so rusty on writing and I was having such a hard time trying write mark “dom” - like because I just think he would show more thru actions then words .. also don’t think he’d ever be a “hard” Dom, always a soft Dom at that, coaching you thru it, or talking you thru it but also getting choked up as well? Yeah.. I love man whose crying while topping lol. Anyways enjoy.

Supple skin collided with his ears, your thighs flinched as his slippery tongue glided over your clit, one of your hands bury into his head, soft hair tickling between your fingers. 

Strings of salvia still connect you and Mark as he pulls away from your cunt. 

“H—hey?” Mark’s voice calls to you soft hums slip through your lips.

“H-hm?” your eyelashes are heavy as you stare at him, hazy.

“Am I good-?” He thumbs your clit, hiccuping a gasp from you, his brows tense as he watches your reaction.

“I-hm? Mark.. What do you mean?” Your spine crunches as you prop yourself up, head tilts to hold his gaze.

“Well- uh, you never y‘know moan when I go down on O-or even when I’m— fuckin’ you..” His fingers scratch his non-existent beard, his pouty pink lips make your fingers flex instinctively.

Your pupils shine in regret as you slide your hand under his chin, your thumb strokes his cheek. 

“Aw Mark, baby no you—you’re wonderful, I’m just — quiet..” your lips chap as teeth bite into your flesh. 

“Quiet?” 

“Yeah— I just…” heat builds up in your cheeks, as your voice squeaks.

“We’ve been together for a year now— you can tell me if I’m not good! I can improve, I promise!“ Mark’s pleads reel in your heart.

“ Aw, Mark, no honey. ‘m sorry I’m so used to being quiet after years of living with roommates and stuff, and I was like— using a dildo or vibrator so.” your body shifts as you bite your lips once more. 

“I— you’re the first person I’ve been with so, I’m still learning too. ‘m sorry again.” 

“Nononoo— I’m glad you told me, I’m just happy to know my stroke game isn’t weak.” A grin peeked through his mouth as you giggled at his stupidity, you planted a soft kiss on his toothy grin. Mark’s grin turns inquisitive as he hovers at you. 

“Hey, can— we try something?” 

“Depends? What do you wanna try?” Your brows furrow.

“Where’s the toy chest?”   

“I— Mark..?”

“Come on, Just— indulge me, hm?” 

Your hands pat his arms before motioning your head down, “U—Under the bed.” 

“Thank you” his body slinks off you, tentative hands slide the box from its hiding place. Eyes scanning your choice of toys, your body trembling as you watch him judge.

“Hey, why are you so nervous?” His hand caresses yours, snapping you out of your trace.

“It's just me, your lovable boyfriend.” He flashes another smile, disarming you, just a tad.

“Well, my lovable boyfriend won’t tell me what he's about to do plus- I— god. It’s embarrassing watching you fondle my toys!” Your butt wiggles against the bed as he giggles. 

“Oh, you mean like this?”

 Your hands slap over your eyes as his eyebrows wiggle, picking up a soft pink dildo, fingers sliding up and down its shaft.

“Yes! Like that!” Your back flew down to the bed, curling on your side away from your boyfriend. 

“I’ve never seen you this shy before, this is new.” He straddles you, turning your hips flat. 

Your hands pry off your pretty face as his breath ghosts against your ear, “I— I kinda like it.” 

“Maaarkkk! Plea—hn” A soft lick placed upon the shell of your ear ruptures a shiver down your spine.

“That was a pretty noise.“ Mark plants a kiss on your cheek, nuzzling your nose as he plants another on your lips.

“Yeah. A small one.” Your arms cross and an unimpressive frown adorns your face. 

“See, that’s what we’re gonna work on today, using your words— or uh, noises” 

You giggle at his shifts of confidence, “Hm, okay Mister. Make me scream then.” Your grin sent a surge down Mark's nervous system. 

 “Oh, you just fucked up biiig time.” His hands find your waist.

“Really? Did I noOW-!” You yelp as his hand yanks your ankle as he pulls your legs up, cold air hits your pussy as he watches your legs crack wide open, hands grip the back of your thigh. 

“Mark!” 

His saliva glistens against your pussy as languishing licks start assaulting your clit.

 “Mar-nnhn” your fingers grip your arms as your head tilts back. A whimper escapes as Mark plants more kisses upon your clit. 

“Mark- please your—“A sharp moan threatens to bubble your mouth, and a pleased hum escapes Mark. Nimble fingers circle your hole before one eases into your aching hole.

“Maa-holy shit.”

“Think you can handle another one?” It wasn't really a question, just an attempt to get you to speak.

“Yesyesyeyyes please-“ 

Torture wasn’t a good enough word to describe what was happening to you, your mind clouded your skin was running hot, too much, and not enough stimulation. A delicate huff falls from your mouth as his second finger stretches your cunt out. 

“Feel nice? Wan’ another?”

A high-pitched whine leaves your mouth as you nod rapidly. 

“You have to tell me what you want, I won’t know

If you don’t tell me..” He whispers your name at the end, earning another whine. 

“mor—!”

“Good..good you’re doing good! Keep talkin’ just like that.” 

“Pleaase!”

Your back arches off the bed as his third finger enters you, and your head throws back as your lips press into a thin line suppressing another moan.

“Oh go-“ you hiccup cut off with another whine. 

“You’re so wet, baby..”

The heat and pressure bubbles from the depths of the soul as Mark’s fingers pump in and out, “m— hnm, Mark! I—I can’t!”

“Can’t what?” His thumb rubs harsher circles on your clit as you buck up.

“ ‘m cu— oh—! “ your hands leave a bruising grip, as the world fades white and your hearing turns fuzzy.

Mark’s fingers slowly pump as you come down from your high.

“You.. okay?” His digits pull from your body slowly as you whine from the loss. 

“ ‘m great..that was— that was good.” 

“Really?”  

A happy sigh vacates you, as you lean to scratch his soft hair. 

“Yes, really good baby, thank you.” 

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Your hands slide to his cheek, as your brow furrows. “Mm, round two already?” 

“Mm, yeah haven’t made you scream yet.” 

Soft kisses elicit humming noises as hands roam against silky skin.

Mark’s velvety voice calls your name, “ Can I put it in?” 

You giggle as you nod, “It fuckin’ kills me with how sweet you are.” you press more kisses on his nose as he trails kisses down your tummy. 

His tip brushes against your clit, covering his cock with your arousal.

“Stoppp teasin’”

“Impatient.” 

Frustration peaks from you, “Shut u—!”

 Mark’s cock stretches your cunt as you watch your face twist in pleasure, mouth in a silent ‘o’.

“Cute..” His fingers rub circles on your hips, gripping them, pulling you flush against himself. 

Your knitted eyebrows relax as he draws back before slamming back into your hole, your hands fly to your mouth muffling your sounds.

“You moaned.”

You heaved before letting your fingers tighten then release from your mouth. 

“Uh- yeah, I’ve been moaning this entire time, Mark!” 

Mark smirks, like a full-blown grin, “no no no noo! You full-blooded moan— no little whimpers or whines. You moaned.”

“Wha— yeah! That’s what happens when you feel good!”

“Mmm—, I wann’ hear more please?” he captures your lips before slamming back into you, your breath hitches as you try to move your hands back to your mouth. 

Mark’s hands catch yours, his fingers intertwining before pinning them to the bed, his eyes hang low as he pulls back to look at his work. 

“Nuh-uh..Not this time!” A touching kiss was placed on your tender skin as your body wiggled under his body.

“Mar—!” your eyes flutter as the sound starts to rise from your pit.

“Pleas—“Another slam of his hips into yours makes you choke out a sob. 

“Co-come on, fuck—..hhn..” 

“I- I can’t— “ Heavy pants fill the room as Mark pounds into you harder.

“You— fuck… you can do it, baby? Plea-please for me? Please? Hhn—“ his hands release yours, both softly gripping your face. His hands steady your face as his eyes burrow into yours. 

Soft pink lips seeping soft breath against your breath as you stare back. 

“Please— I—I’m gonna lose my min— ah!” 

You see stars as your hands slide over his as your head tilts back. 

A beautiful cry of intoxicating velvet silky sound caresses Mark’s ears, a falter into a stutter, his eyes widen before they turn low in a sultry stare, his hands slip from your face to your hips as he leans back on his knees to take in your body. 

“Holy fuck..”

“Hu-? Mark why'd yo— HHN!” Your wrist shoved together held in place by one of Mark’s hands as his hips piston into you. 

“Oh- fuckfuck—! You so-sound so so good..fuck please I wann’ — wann’ hear m— hhn” Mark’s teeth graze your neck as his pink lips latch on, your body shudders as he sucks a purple bruise onto your neck. 

“Ma— ahhn! Plea— “ Your words seep in and our broken streams as you stir against the hold your boyfriend has on your wrist.

“You look, ah-  so fucking beautiful right now, oh god.” Mark whimpers as his hips snap into you, causing another burst of moans. 

“Yesyesyes— please..gimm’ mor—“ Mark’s whines cloud your ears as your eyes flicker as your mouth hangs open another moan rips through your throat. 

“M— I’m —“ 

“Yes, yes—  giveittome, please please—“ Mark’s buzz through your body as your head tilts back as your walls clench, “ohfuck—“

Your hands tighten into a fist as his seed spills into you. 

He milks himself through your high as your moans die down to soft whimpers again.

“Another round?” 

“M..Mark, god! I—.. Jesus just caught my breath!” Exasperated sighs hummed from your throat. 

“Please?“ Mark's brows furrowed, his face was more akin to a puppy than a human, his hands clasped together in a prayer hand. 

“Marrrkk…”

“Y-you just sounded so good, please, pretty please? I jus-just wann’ hear it again. Just one more round.” 

“One more round.” 

“One more r—“ your breath hitches as his dick swells in you again. 

“Damn your stupid vil—“

Vision grows spotty as his cock thrusts into your g-spot, his fingers dig delicate delight bruises into your hips as your sobs echo throughout your apartment. 

A loud knock freezes both of your movements. Mark’s eyes glance to yours, fingers pressed into an “Shh” as he pulled out of you, throwing on your pink robe that was hung on the door. 

You gather all the covers to your chest as you try to peek through the door, hearing persons mutter then Mark’s trademark embarrassed laughter, then your door groaning shut. 

His face comes back into your view, his face flustered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“What was that about?” 

“Uhh— haha, your neighbor.. was worried about you— I explained we were ..uhm in an.. intense— ‘workout’ asked for us to be.. lil quieter with our ‘workout’. Also, she asked for the workout plan, so you’ll have to send that to her.” his shoulders shrug off your robe, putting it back on your door rack before shuffling onto the bed again. 

“Oh my god” your face buried into your covers, “I’ll never ever be able to look her in the eye.” 

Marks lips grace the top of your head before, tackling you back down to the bed.

“I mean, she was worried! I think that’s sweet.” His nose bury into your neck, inhaling your scent, then soft kisses peppering your skin.

“Just means we’ll have to be a tiny bit quieter.” 

“Wha- Mark!”  A wonderful hum slips through your lips as his finger rubs circles against your pearl. 

“You’re still soaked..”

“Mark, ahh-..” a whimper eggs him on as he watches your face twitch.

“Mark—“ your back arches as a sudden buzz assaults your clit, your hand searches for Mark’s wrist as he pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive parts. 

“Oh— ! Markkk- ho-how’d Wher—?” Your hands slap his arm feebly. 

“Mm, when I put your robe back, I saw your toy chest in the corner,  I totally forgot I had wanted to use a toy on you. “ 

Another groan of frustration and desire slams out of you, “Please, show me more. I love hearing you like this.”

Your ears flicker between the buzzing between your thighs and his words as your body convulses in pleasure another shaking orgasm,

“Thatsss’ it, fall apart for me, please for me. baby?” Your hands clung to him like air, your sobs hiccuped through your throat as his vibrator still attacked your sweet spot.

A hazy waft over you as your body hums, breath swallows as you feel a familiar sensation of his cock.

“Ma..Ah!” Nothing prepares Mark for the blistering  harmonious moans that danced from your mouth as his cock buries into you.

“Good baby..Fuuckkkk, you’re perfect.” His thumb finds your clit as your back lifts. 

“I— can’t-!” 

“You can— fuck.. you can take me—“ 

His thumb applies delicious pressure to your knob, tears brim at your eyes as another yelp releases. “God, baby— I’ll have— mm!” Mark’s breath halts, “You don’t want your neighbor to—mm— come back right?”

Your head shakes as you whimper, “Noo..nonono— fee— good” 

“I know, I know. Can’t be — ahh.. Too loud, an-anymore” 

“I.. I- can’t! S’its too much-“ Your legs wrap around his waist as you sob his name more and more. 

“Mm, t—too much but you're wrappin’ your legs around me?” Mark’s chuckle sends another high-pitched wail from your mouth. 

“If y-fuck..! If you keep bein’ so deliciously l—loud I’ll have to gag you,” baby.” 

 “Can’t— s’quiet- Ma—“ your legs shake as another plays on the horizon. 

“S’loud- I’m—“ 

Mark’s fingers stuff themselves into your mouth, your tongue sluggishly engulfing his digits.  

Mark’s eyes burn with ferocious appetite, his hips stammer to a stop as he ogles your lewd display. 

“You really want to fuck the shit out of you, that’s the way to do it.” 

“Pleas-uh— ‘arder” Your head lifts to take his fingers deeper into your mouth, gagging on them before pulling away, “Mo—mooruh—pleas—“

“God” a stroke of his cock makes your head throw back Again, tears fall against the creaking bed, “W-who am I  to den— deny you that pleasure, hm?” 

More choked sobs are muffled through fingers as Mark’s punishing pace ruins you further, his breath ghosts the shell of your ear, nipping it with his teeth,

 “I hope you aren’t doin’ anything to—mmm—orrow, because I don’ think I’ll be able to s—stop tonight.” 

Another plea of mercy from you ignites to Mark’s dick. 

The sounds of your sloppy cunt drenches the room as your arousal pools on the bed sheets, your legs and Mark’s member sticky with endless sexual fluid. 

“Just one mor— gimmie one mor—“

It’s filthy, only whines and pants as you come again. Your mind is gone, filled with Mark and his cock, how it feels as release inside you finally, your tears have run dry. You can’t remember how many times he came in you, or how many times you’ve come either. 

“Maru—fuh” 

Mark's fingers leave your mouth with a pop, “Shh, I got you.” 

Open-mouth kisses decorate your face as you faintly as your chest rises and falls. 

“I’m gonna run a bath, okay?“

You hum in response.

“ ‘m sleepy..”

“I know, I’m sorry”

“You… owe me a massage tomorrow— imm’ be so soooree”

“I promise one massage coming up” 

——

A few weeks later. 

“Hey, You!” Your neighbor bumps your shoulder gently as you head up the stairs. 

“Oh! Hi Julie, long time no see!” 

“I know! Listen, I need your workout plan! You’ve been lookin’ sooo good lately, like glowing’ and I, sooo need that in my life right now. Oh and do you need a partner for it? I know you and your boyfriend usually do it together. I always know when he comes over now since the walls are sooo thin haha!” 

“I—“ your mind blanks, “Uh— I’ll send you the workout video!” 

You scurry to your door as you give a quick wave goodbye. 

Now, that was mortifying.

[luvnami]

i wanna pluck his brows

“what are you doing?”

you’re currently wearing a kuromi headband and an under eye mask. your posture is abhorrent as you peer into your bathroom mirror, tweezing away at your eyebrows. you squint your eyes and pluck out a singular, stray hair. 

“plucking my brows,” you reply to your husband without even batting an eye. 

ushijima doesn’t say anything. he watches silently as you tweeze out your eyebrow hairs and line them up neatly on a piece of toilet paper. he’s grown used to you and your self-care habits, be it the guasha routine you have in the morning or the terrifying red-light mask you don at night. one time, ushijima was so scared by that same mask because all the bedroom lights were switched off and he thought the devil had come for him. you barely avoided being hit in the face with his mean left hook. 

it’s not like ushijima doesn’t take care of his appearance. he had a minimal skincare routine of actual face wash (not bar soap!) and some moisturiser, but anything beyond that was unknown territory. you helped out with organising a simple schedule for masks, retinol, exfoliation, and sunscreen. he likes it when you help him do his skincare, soft fingers working the product into his skin. 

“do you want to pluck my eyebrows too?” ushijima offers. 

now, you turn to look at him. kuromi’s ears wiggle with your movement. behind on the counter is ushijima’s own corner where he keeps his skincare and razors neatly organised, his matching cinnamoroll headband neatly atop everything else. 

“are you sure? it hurts, toshi. i could do it for you if you want, though.”

ushijima wakatoshi is a strong man. he can deadlift about 200kg, he’s 192.7cm tall, and has played in the olympics before. surely he can handle some eyebrow tweezing. 

ushijima insists because he always wants to share experiences with you, even in the most mundane of things, so you concede because you do want to see him react to having his eyebrows plucked. he helps you sit on the bathroom counter and stands close enough that your knees brush against his abdomen. he places his palms on either side of your thighs, kissing your hairline affectionately. 

you take your time to comb out ushijima’s eyebrows with a spoolie. he’s blessed with rather thick brows and a nice, gentle arch, but you spot multiple stray hairs near his tails.

“i’ll just help you clean up the shape, okay? let me know if it hurts. i’ll start with this side.”

ushijima hums and closes his eyes as you place your thumb under his eyebrow to keep the skin taut. your tweezers find their target, and you pluck the offending hair out of his skin. 

ushijima jumps. his eyes are watering as they fly open, his brown bone stinging with pain. he doesn’t want to admit that his asshole just clenched. you stifle your laughter at his bewildered expression.

“toshi? are you okay?” you soothe. 

you kiss his brow. 

“how many more do you have to do?” he asks, deadpan. 

“mmm… maybe twenty on each side?” 

he pales. alas, ushijima wakatoshi is not a man who backs down from anything, even the most butthole-clenching pain of eyebrow plucking. he squeezes his eyes shut and lets you continue. 

the next day, he shows up to the olympics team training with neat eyebrows. kageyama stops mid-step to stare at him and even tilts his head to the side.

“you look different, ushijima-san.”

“do i?”

ushijima takes a sip from his bottle. 

bokuto gasps loudly. “woah! you’re like, ten times more handsome today, ushiwaka!” 

ushijima thinks of you, giggling as he furrowed his face in pain last night, determined to make it to the end of his eyebrow torture. you kissed him every single time you plucked a single hair. a small smile replaces the stoic expression on his face.

“thank you. my wife plucked my eyebrows for me.”

[lmaowhatt]

LOVER BOY!JJ WITH A BABY

requested by: me! (lmao)

i just wanna see how i would interpret lover boy!jj with a baby! sorry😭

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of john b and sarah's baby, jj being cutesy

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

jj had finally acknowledged that john b and sarah’s kid was a real person about two months after she was born. even then, he wasn’t exactly sure how to exist in an environment he used to thrive in. back then, there was always a beer in hand or a blunt getting passed around—but now? after john b laid down the rule that none of that could happen within ten feet of their daughter, jj felt completely out of place.

jj was currently sitting with his legs stretched out on the pull-out couch, eyebrows furrowing when he glances at sarah, who was currently nursing baby josephine joy, a lightweight blacket draped over the baby and her shoulder as she watched whatever the rest of the pogues were debating about.

you tugged gently at his chin, "stop making that face at your goddaughter, j," you whispered, giving him a soft smile when he turned him head to glance at you. he narrowed his eyes at sarah one more time, eyes then trailing down to the tiny fist peeking out from under the blanket. "its hard not to," he muttered, leaning his head back on the back rest of the couch. he huffed out a small breath, lifting his head back up, "im not in my zone with... her like, right there."

giggling, you let your fingers trail down his arm, all the way to his hand until you two interlaced your fingers. "shes named after you, j. at least try to bond," you tilted your head up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "for me?" he sighed, like hed just been given the hardest task of his life. he turned to press a kiss to the top of your head, "fine, fine. for you, baby."

around ten minutes passed of john b and jj debating something that one would argue did not need to be debated and cleo laughing alongside them, eventually migrating to the backyard when sarah, who was now burping baby jj, shooed them away with a quiet glare only a new mom could gain. you smiled, watching jj soften slightly when a small burp echoed from the baby girls mouth.

you two watched sarah adjust baby jj in her arms so she could stand properly and make her way over to where you and jj were sitting. sarah took a seat on the armrest, "okay, hold your arms out," she directed, stifling a laugh when jj quite literally stuck his arms straight out.

she gently bounced the baby in her arms when she squirmed, rolling her eyes fondly and fixing her words, "okay—no. like youre holding a football, jj." he nodded, a small 'ah' leaving his lips as he adjusted his arms. he stiffened slightly when he felt the babys weight on his arms, not moving a muscle as sarah adjusted baby josies head into the crook of his arm. he leaned further into the couch, shoulders losing a bit of their previous tension.

sarah sat up straight again, rolling out her shoulders with a heavy sigh. "im gonna go... just fuckin' shower or something. you got her?" her question was directed more towards you but jj nodded absentmindedly, his attention fully drawn to the baby in his arms. you looked up at sarah with a small smirk playing on your lips, "we got her, sar." she nodded, dropping the burping cloth onto jjs lap and heading upstairs.

you turned back to jj, only to find him in his own world. he was staring down at baby josie, swaying her in his arms ever so slightly so she wouldnt squirm. you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "shes cute." you could hear the smile in his voice as he said that. "yeah, she is," you turned you head to catch how he looked at her. like she was a new addition into his world and somehow becoming one of the most important parts of it already.

it stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until josie started squirming, face scrunching and reddening slightly like she was about to cry. jj sat up straighter, eyes already staring a hole through the ceiling like he could summon sarah downstairs. "um," he muttered, wincing when a small cry echoed around the living room. "like what—um, what?" he turned to you, eyes already slightly frantic.

"hey, calm down," you smiled warmly, reaching a hand out to run down his back. "just, lift her so her head can rest on your shoulder. maybe she needs some more burping." he nodded along, doing what you said as you placed the burping cloth next to josies mouth. "see, youre a natural, baby," you teased as he began patting her back, ocassionally stopping to rub soothing circles on her back, then resuming his previous motions.

he sat back into the couch after a while, still patting josies back, willing her to burp. and when she finally did, she let out a physical sigh of relief, shifting the baby back to how he was holding her before. "okay, football... got it," he muttered to himself, fixing josies head into the crook of his arm while making sure her diapered butt was in the adjacent hand. he barely hummed when you told him youd be back, glancing up just in time to see you disapper up the stairs.

"hey, this baby things kinda easy, huh?" he whispered down at his goddaughter, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to the babys forehead. "well, guess for you it is. you dont do shit all day," he mumbled, "must be nice." he sighed, leaning back further into the couch, smiling when he caught the faint smile playing on her lips. "youre a cute kid. y'dont cry, love that for you." he trailed off, eyes darting around the room for a conversation starter.

he froze when she whimpered in his arms. he groaned lowly, "cmon kid, dont do that. we were just getting along," he mumbled when she continued, standing slowly and making sure she was secure in his arms as he made his way to the backyard where john b, pope, and cleo were. "jb? the hell do i do?" john bs head snapped up and he stood, slowly taking josie from jjs arms and holding her in his.

the two headed inside, john b shifting josie to one arm while moving to rummage around the kitchen to prepare a bottle. jj leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised at how easily john b handled the situation considering before josie, he was one of the biggest wildcards of the group. after preparing a bottle, he handed josie back to jj and making sure she was settled before testing the bottle on his wrist and handing it to him.

john b watched as jj slowly eased the bottle into baby jjs mouth, catching the small smile that appeared on his lips when she finally latched, tiny hands coming up to grip the bottle. "you like this kid, dont you?" jj looked up at john b, smile falling from his face, eyes darting away from him. he scoffed, " 'course not, just takin' care of the kid." john b nodded, a small "right, right," leaving his lips like he didnt believe him, because he didnt.

"just admit it, j!" john b called as he made his way back to the backyard. jj rolled his eyes, walking back over to the living room couch, sitting down slowly and letting his eyes drift back down to the baby in his arms. "i like you kid, you catch my drift. youre cool, i mean you got me as an uncle, bound to happen." he mumbled, easing the bottle back into her mouth when it fell out of her lips. he threw his head back on the couch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

he sat back up, ducking his head down again to press a kiss to her temple, smiling when she shifted closer into him. "you and me, kid? were gonna be really good friends. i can see it. i got superpowers 'n shit y'know? im actually superjj. like superman, but better. dont tell anyone, though." his head darted up at the sudden movement in his peripheral, catching you standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile playing on your face. his smile dropped.

"hey, get this kid away from me, my arms hurt."

[blue-jisungs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ POPCORN KISSES 🧸ྀི — making out with riku <3 ( wc 960 )

[ extras ] suggestive (making out.)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i have no comment. i just miss him. SUE me. @slytherinshua plz dont kill me :3

@kstrucknet ♡

riku sighed softly and his sharp, cat-like eyes tracked your moves. you were humming, coming back from kitchen. you put a bowl with popcorn on the coffee table and glanced at your boyfriend, who menacingly laid with his legs on the sofa.

he grinned, tucking one hand behind his head.

“you think you’re sooo funny? covering the whole sofa?” you asked, tilting your head. before you left riku was sitting normally but it seemed he decided to trick you a bit.

before he could answer, you dramatically huffed and played the movie. then, not looking away from his ebony irises, you straddled his lap.

knees on both of his sides and hands resting against his chest. riku’s features dropped, taken aback by your bold move.

“you think you’re sooo funny…” riku mocked you; yet, his voice was barely a whisper. his heart was racing like a formula one car on the track.

you grinned and slowly slid your hands up his torso, the material of his t-shirt soft beneath your fingers.

sure, you kissed and made out before but… this felt different. this time you had the upper hand. riku was trapped beneath you, depending on your mercy.

which, you didn’t have.

riki’s eyes followed your hands, stopping only when he wasn’t able to see them longer. he decided to focus on your necklace that was dangling above his face.

your fingertips danced from his neck up to his cheek, then gently tucking a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. you leaned closer, some of your hair brushing his face.

he reached for your other hand, interlocking fingers with yours before you sent his poor heart into a cardiac arrest. (he also tried to ignore how clammy his hands got).

“do you wanna kiss, ri?” you hummed. and maybe if he wasn’t so whipped, he’d notice the sugary teasing in your voice.

“yes, please” he breathed out and finally broke to look you in the eye.

with a sweet smile you finally close the gap between you two but… not quite how he wanted it. you placed a kiss in the corner of his lips. you heard a faint huff and leaned away slightly, just to land another kiss just below his plush lips.

riku squeezed your hand, an annoyed furrow forming on his brows. you pecked his cupid bow, and then the other corner of his lips. next was his cheek. you trailed gentle kisses along his cheek bone, finally reaching his red ear.

“you’re so cute when you’re shy, ri” you whispered and leaned away to adore his state. flushed face, cheeks adorned with blush.

but before you could fully lean away, riku’s hand that was previously resting under his head, suddenly found itself on the back of your neck.

your eyes widened.

despite riku being a blushing mess, chest rising up and down irregularly, there was a stern determination in his eye.

“is that kissing to you?” he cocked an eyebrow, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but he was out of breath already, frustrated by your soft lips being all over his face – except for where he needed them the most.

“why don’t you show me?” the corner of your lips rose in a challenging offer that your boyfriend would be a fool to turn down.

he leaned closer, pushing you gently towards him – but he met you halfway, rising to rest on his free elbow. your hand that was previously locked with his, escaped and found its new place on his shoulder.

riku hungrily attacked your lips, open mouthed kisses ripping air out of you. you felt like he was pulling you in; closer, and closer. when he was leaning away, you were pulling back in – and the other way around. chasing after each other’s lips, focused on how perfectly they felt against each other. you couldn’t get enough (and him as well, assumed by the neediness in his movements)

your head was spinning - the shy riku was gone. his hand slid to cup your cheek, a little rougher than he intended. small pants escaped your parted lips that riku had no plans of leaving alone.

pulling you even closer, your noses gently bumped into each other. your fingers strayed off to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

riku leaned away and just smiled triumphantly when you chased after him, kissing his plump lips.

“got the memo, huh?” he hummed softly, vibrations shooting through your body.

not even realizing when, his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing it gently. your attention was successfully taken away by riku’s tongue dancing with yours, brutally taking the lead. it was hurried, fast-paced with emotion; with urgency. riku truly felt like he could die any moment if his lips weren’t on yours.

and if you didn’t yank his hair gently when you started running out of air, riku would’ve passed out too.

you leaned back, resting on his lap. your boyfriend, however, trailed open mouthed kisses down your jawline to your neck. then, he buried his head against your shoulder blade, hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you even closer (you weren’t sure how it was possible but you didn’t mind the proximity).

you were breathing heavily, fingers coming up to play with his dark locks. you were quite taken aback by this sudden turn yet… yet, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it.

“i think we have to restart the movie” you let out a breathless laugh and riku moved his head to look at the tv. his hair was all over the place, the back of his neck and tips of his ears flaring angry (but adorable) red.

“there was a movie playing?” he asked, eyes wide.

masterlist <3

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[inotakumagf]

step on it!

✶ choso kamo x gn!reader

word count ✺ 1.7K

summary ✺ Choso helps you break in your newest pair of Doc Martens <3 based on this and this drawing <33

warning ✺ minors DNI! sub!choso, boot humping/grinding, reader loves being mean, good boy choso, brief choking (m receiving), lil bit of dacryphillia, reader is gn & there’s a line about ur strap but no gendered language. today is my birthday, so this is my birthday gift to myself :) reblogs & comments are very appreciated!

Choso has an extensive Doc Marten collection. Through your friendship and now your relationship with him, you’ve introduced him to a lot of different things. He tells you that he likes how human they make him feel, and you take that as encouragement to show him as many modern human inventions as possible. You’ve got him hooked on video games, iced matcha lattes, and even a little bit of drama television. Your most precious shared interest, however, is each of your Doc Marten collections. You have a humble collection, and you used to only buy a pair once a year as a birthday gift to yourself. 

But Choso has quickly changed that tradition. His excitement over the different styles and the thought of matching with you makes him so giddy; you can’t help but feel excited with him. You just hadn’t expected him to be so into it. He sure does love his platform boots, and he even likes to pick one out and place it at the foot of the bed before tucking in to sleep. It’s cute, but he has definitely fueled your unhealthy obsession with the brand. 

You drag Choso to sit next to you on the couch the moment you see that the new collection is live on the Doc Martens website.

“Cho! Look at these platforms, aren’t they so cute?”

Choso has his head tucked against your shoulder as you scroll over the product page. You zoom into the photo as you envision yourself wearing them. 

You tilt your head. “Hm, actually, I don’t know if I should get these ones. I’ll browse the other styles.” 

Choso lifts his head. “I like them.”

You pout and scroll down the page. “I don’t think they have them in your size, baby.”

“I mean for you. I think you should get them.”

You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. “Really? But I’ve never had platforms this high before–”

“It looks really good.”

“And I don’t know if I like the leather they used–”

“It would feel so nice,” he sighs.

You laugh. “Well, I can’t feel the leather if it’s on the outside of my feet.”

Choso blushes and tucks his face into your neck. “I-I mean it’s more comfortable with this type of leather, because it’s flexible and it lets your feet breathe better.”

You stare at him, and he shrivels under your gaze. “I don’t think that’s a real thing.”

He pouts. “It is! The man at the store told me so. He informed me that he owns thirty pairs, so he must know what he’s talking about.”

“But is that why you want me to get them?”

He squirms at your question, and stutters out, “Of course!”

You shut your laptop and push it to the side. You don’t care about the new collection anymore, not when you have something so much more enticing in front of you. 

“Choso, honey. Wanna tell me what’s got your pretty little head all twisted up?”

“I-I don’t…” He stares at you with wide, doe-like eyes. He knows he’s been caught, but he tries to keep up the appearance of indifference. “I want you to get the shoes you like, sweetheart. That’s all.”

You run a sweet, gentle hand over his cheek, which is dusted with embarrassment. You lure him in with soft kisses on his jaw, his chin, and the corner of his lips. Choso’s eyes flutter shut and you grin at the way his eyebrows furrow on instinct. You get him all nice and comfortable, and then you tug your fingers through his hair until you grip one of the buns that he’d oh-so-carefully pinned. He whines at the sting, and at the way you tug his head back and away from your torturous mouth. 

You press your lips near his ear, nibbling on the cartilage before whispering, “Why do you care so much about my shoes, baby?”

“I-I don’t. I just–” 

You mark up his pale neck, watching intently as he sighs and arches into your touch. “C’mon. You’re my good boy, aren’t you? Gotta be honest with me. M’not gonna be mad at you.”

Choso stares at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Your kisses have definitely helped ease his embarrassment to make room for his horniness. He spreads his large hands over your stomach and runs them down your waist so that he can anchor himself to your hips. He squeezes, pupils dilating as you press into him. 

“I want…I want you to step on me,” he admits, pulling you flush against him with one strong arm wrapped around the small of your back. 

You laugh, cooing when Choso goes right back to being embarrassed. “Aw, honey, wait. Didn’t mean to laugh.”

“You think it’s stupid,” he pouts into your neck.

You lift his chin so that he has to look at you. “No, I think it’s hot. You want to help me break in my boots, is that it? You wanna grind on my shoes, baby? Fuck, you're so good, I know you’d look perfect on your knees for me.”

Choso whimpers at the picture you're painting. “Please. Just wanna be good for you.”

He grinds against your core, almost like he’s subconsciously trying to prove that he can hump your boot so well.

“I wouldn’t even need to fuck you, you’d just get off on that, wouldn't you? You'd let me be so mean, I know you can take it.”

He rolls his hips upwards, jerking against you desperately. You press your palm against the bulge in his sweatpants, feeling it twitch at your touch. His eyes roll back in pleasure, and he’s so lost in the feeling that you almost feel bad for pulling away and denying him his pleasure. 

He whines at the loss of your touch. You place your laptop back on your lap. “C’mon, Cho. You have to help me pick out a good pair, yeah?”

The boots arrive faster than you thought they would—thank you express shipping. You chose them because they made Choso blush the hardest. It might have something to do with the max platforms on them.

They dig a little bit at your heel, but that’s alright. That’s what Choso’s here for. He sits on the bed as you model them, spinning in a slow circle and pointing your toe out so he can see them better. He smiles up at you sweetly, and you pretend that you can’t see him blush. 

“You look so amazing, sweetheart,” he sighs.

You stand before him, grinning when he automatically wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You drag your hands through his hair to loosen his buns, and to tug at them just how he likes.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, “but how ‘bout you get on your knees for me, yeah? I know you’ve been aching for it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice as he immediately sinks to the ground, switching your positions so that you’re pressed up against the bed. Choso rests his cheek on your thigh, staring up at you with those irresistible eyes of his. He keeps his hands to himself, clenched on his strong thighs so that they don’t wander anywhere they shouldn’t. You reward his behavior with a deep kiss, bending your upper body to meet his lips in a searing kiss. You laugh when he has to strain his neck to kiss you properly.

Choso gasps when you pull back to let him breathe. He looks up at you as you brush your thumb over his wet lips, swirling his tongue around the digit desperately. It’s like he’s trying to convince you to let him hump your shoe. And who are you to deny him that? You lift your foot slowly and press it into his growing hard-on. The effect is immediate. Choso moans and tilts his head back, wrapping his hands around your leg and forcing you to press down harder. Usually, you’d punish him for touching you without permission, but he’s enjoying himself so much that you don’t have the heart to.

You tut. “Are you gonna be good for me, honey?”

The sweetness of the way you talk to him makes his head dizzy. “Yes! Yes, I’ll be good for you. Promise.”

He ruts his hips up against the sole of the platform, and it's like he’s chasing the pain. His desperation fuels the fire in your gut.

“Please,” he cries.

You grin, pressing harder against his bulge. “Please what?”

His thighs are spread wide, caging your leg in between them. He grinds up into the boot, but you can tell he’s getting frustrated. It’s not enough. “Need more, please.”

You oblige, pressing down harder and wrapping your hand around his throat to get him even more worked up. He tilts his head back, giving you a great view of his marked up neck. You get a rush of possessiveness, and you wonder if you can press down hard enough to leave an impression of the boot print behind. Whether or not it's possible doesn’t matter, you’ll just try your damn hardest. Choso appreciates the effort, moaning when you press your boot down even harder.

He cries at the intensity of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed because he can’t quite distinguish between the two. Tears streak down his cheeks, and you smear them messily when you squish his cheeks in your hand. He looks up at you with those wet, dumb eyes of his, and you just want to eat him whole. 

He pistons his hips up faster, and you’d be concerned if he wasn’t letting out the most delicious sounds. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You can tell the exact moment his orgasm washes over him, twitching his hips up involuntarily, and dropping his mouth open in pleasure. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he drops his head forward to kiss haphazardly along your leg in apology.

You pull your foot back slowly, revealing the wet spot in his sweatpants. He whimpers under your intense gaze.

“Sorry,” he rasps. “Didn’t mean to.”

You hum. “That’s okay.”

He watches you suspiciously, which you suppose is fair. Because you lift your opposite foot and press the boot against his softening dick, using his cum as a lubricant. He practically squeals, which is such a delectable contrast to his low voice.

“You promised you’d help me break in both my shoes, Choso. We’re not done yet.”

“I-I…can’t. S’too much,” he says, but still he wraps his arms around your leg and pulls you closer, overstimulation be damned. “Oh. Don’t stop, please.”

Choso really loves everything that you teach him. You might have to introduce him to your strap-on next time. 

[angelyuji]

perfect proposal

i was gonna make this a little more raunchy but changed my mind. happy bday to caleb and happy debut day to my lovely bts <33 (technically yesterday when this is posted but its the thought that counts frfr)

cw // yandere/toxic behavior, emotional manipulation, implied murder, pls lmk if i missed anything

you rejected his proposal four times. and caleb... caleb has waited long enough.

"maybe once we're actually dating."

"maybe after i graduate."

"after i get a stable job"

"no." caleb stares at you, eyes wide. he had made the perfect date: a fancy dinner, ice cream at your favorite place, and a proposal on the beach. he had it down to the tee. so why? why are you still saying no?

"no? (y/n)-" caleb clenches the ring in his fist. why were you being so difficult?

"caleb... listen i... i've been wanting to talk to you for a while, but i couldn't-" you look away, anxious. "i guess i should just say it now... i-i wanna break up." he did everything right. waited for you all these years, held back for you even when he was at his weakest, and now this?

caleb chokes, "what." his heart twists at the words and the tears already start to blur his vision. caleb feels his face get hot as he grabs you by the shoulders, “why? explain." caleb fights the urge to shake you, to try and knock some sense into you, "now.”

"you're just... too much sometimes." you squirm in his grip, trying to get away. too much? too much? caleb holds back his anger. he did everything for you, so you could trust him, so you could seek comfort from him, so you'd understand that he's the only one for you. but now? "you're too... overprotective... a-and i haven't seen my friends in so long because of you. and now you've been saying you want kids, but i still have so much to do for work that-"

"i'm "too much"?" he interupts, mocking your voice as anger seeps into each syllable. you furrow your eyebrows and caleb grits his teeth, tightening his grip on you.

you wince, "caleb, that hurts. let me go." caleb can't help but love you. even now, you're still so adorable. he relishes in the pain he's causing you.

"at least you're feeling exactly what i'm feeling right now, pipsqueak." your lower lip trembles as tears start to well up in your eyes and caleb feels a sick satisfaction from your reaction. "i did everything right for you. i held back, i waited, and after all this time..." he lets go to cup your cheek, keeping his tone gentle. you don't move, trying to keep yourself together. "i only want you, (y/n)." you lean into his hand.

"but-" you try to protest, but stop once you see the wounded expression on his face.

"i'd do anything for you, pips, but please don't do this to me. please..." caleb moves his hand and your body tried to follow the warmth. he just needed one more push. "please don't leave me alone. i don't want to be apart from you anymore, never again."

he takes a breath, letting his voice sound rough, "they ripped us apart, (y/n). do you remember how alone i was? how broken i was? i can't be apart from you anymore. i can't-" the tears spring from your eyes as you start to cry. caleb coos, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his chest. he grins, but quickly feigns sadness when you pull away to cup his face.

"i'm sorry, caleb. i'm sorry. i don't want to leave you either. i'm so sorry." you repeat yourself over and over. that was the final push and caleb holds in a sigh of victory. you press kisses all over his face, apologizing till you were out of air.

caleb has been your everything since you were young. your protector, your friend, your lover... you couldn't dare hurt him. not after everything he's done for you. not after everything he did to get back to you.

"so?" he pulls away from you, tilting his head. you sniffle. your nose was red. your face was hot, and caleb was fighting back against making you into more of a mess on the beach.

you smile, tearfully, "you're right. we should get married."

caleb presses a kiss to your forehead, "exactly."

you both continue down the beach as you look at the shiny rock on your finger. caleb teases your runny nose and you push him, lightly, "meanie caleb." you pout, sniffling, and caleb stops to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

he rubs your back and you lean into the hug, sighing contently, "pips... who exactly had been putting these silly ideas in your head?"

"some of my friends were worried, that's all." caleb chuckles, pulling you closer.

"okay, but i want to know..." caleb whines and you giggle.

"alright, fine." you rattle off a couple familiar names, "happy now?" you roll your eyes and caleb smiles.

he can take care of those problems later, for right now, "yeah, i'm happy." he pulls your face closer to smother you in kisses, "let's go home, pipsqueak."

[bambambwi]

I wanna try too!

Recently, your boyfriend, Kwon Ji Yong aka G-Dragon, went viral on TikTok for his bold new fashion style and you wanted to try it out as well.

You were at home, mindlessly scrolling through your TikTok feed out of boredom when a particular video suddenly caught your attention.

It was a video of someone dressing up like your boyfriend. You thought it was cute, so you started scrolling through similar videos, amused by how many people were recreating his look. And the more you scrolled, the more videos you found of fans imitating ji yong’s bold new style, breaking down his outfit choices, and even joking about how only he could pull off such daring fashion.

And that’s when an idea struck you.

Smirking to yourself, you got up and walked over to the closet you shared with ji yong, browsing through his outfits in search of the perfect one. If everyone else was recreating his look, why not join in on the fun?

You found yourself wearing a soft patterned cardigan layered over a shirt, paired with blue flared pants. Stepping in front of the mirror, you examined your reflection, tilting your head. Something was missing.

Glancing back into the closet, your eyes landed on a headscarf tucked between ji yong’s accessories. A smirk tugged at your lips it was the perfect finishing touch.

While you were busy adding the final touches to your outfit, the front door clicked open. You didn’t hear it at first, too focused on adjusting the headscarf.

ji yong stepped inside, expecting to find you in the living room, but the space was empty. His brows furrowed slightly as he set down his keys, glancing around.

“y/n?” he called out, but there was no response.

Curious, he made his way toward your shared bedroom, pushing the door open. The sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks.

There you were, standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed in his signature style soft patterned cardigan, layered shirt, blue flared pants, and now, the headscarf tied perfectly into place.

Just as he saw you, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, collapsing onto the floor. His laughter rang out,  holding onto his stomach, almost breathless.

“You—” He managed between laughs, wiping his eyes. “You’re so cute.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow as you struck another playful pose in the mirror. 

ji yong grinned and without missing a beat, he skipped toward you, pulling out his phone.

“Hold that pose!” he said, snapping pictures of you as you stood there, playing along. He couldn't stop smiling as he captured the moment.

As ji yong scrolled through the pictures he had taken, his eyes kept flicking back to you, who was busy admiring your outfit in the mirror. The sight of you so confidently rocking his style made his heart swell, and before you knew it, he couldn’t hold back the cutie aggression he had for you and scooped you up in his arms and smothered your face with kisses.

You squealed, trying to wriggle away between laughter but he was relentless, pressing playful kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and even your nose.

“You’re adorable!” he said between each kiss, his voice full of affection.

After smothering you with kisses, he finally let you go, his grin still wide as he stepped back to catch his breath. You playfully brushed yourself off, trying to act nonchalant, but an idea quickly sparked in your mind.

You playfully mimicked his moves from power but kept it light and silly with exaggerated gestures and some goofy spins.

ji yong watched you, barely able to contain his laughter. “Oh my god,” he gasped, laughing so hard he almost fell over again. “You’re killing me, do it one more time, I need to record this!”

He quickly pulled out his phone, grinning ear to ear, ready to capture your cute and playful performance once again.

After recording your playful dance, he watched the video, his laughter bubbling up once more as he glanced back at you. Still grinning, he couldn’t resist pulling you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck with a soft chuckle.

The sudden closeness made you laugh, but before you could speak, ji yong lost his balance and in a playful tumble, both of you fell onto the bed, him landing flat on top of you.

You let out a surprised yell, the shock of his weight making you both burst into even more laughter. He looked down at you, still on top, his face inches from yours as he smirked. “Whoops” he said, barely able to keep his own laughter in check.

ji yong grinned down at you, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Oh, no, you’re not getting away today” he said, his voice teasing but full of warmth.

He settled more comfortably on top of you, his arms trapping you in a cozy, playful hold. “Why are you so cute?’’ he said with his smile softening as he nuzzled against you again.

You laughed, but there was no escaping the snug, warm embrace as he stayed right where he was, making sure you couldn’t get up anytime soon.

[freeabortionslol]

sick day (luke hughes x gf!reader) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

summary: fluff! reader takes care of luke when he's sick warnings: none! a/n: short lil blurb while I'm writing a longer story. this is straight up just pure fluff. love u all! happy reading! wc: 1.3k

You were standing in the kitchen scrolling through tik tok after a long everything shower, chugging every last sip of water from your stanley cup. Your boyfriend, Luke, was lying on the couch of your shared apartment doing the same thing. You glanced over as his back rested against the arm of the couch. He was wearing a cream colored hoodie, with the hood over his brown coils. You smiled as he sniffled his nose and decided to walk over. You made your way onto the couch where Luke lifted his legs so he could place them on your lap.

“Everything okay, baby?” You asked, your voice gentle as you rubbed your thumb against his knee. 

Luke sniffled, placing his phone down on his lap. “I don’t feel good.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, sending him a half smile. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, rubbing his hands against his face before speaking. “My ears hurt, my throat hurts, and I'm all stuffy.” He sniffled his nose to demonstrate. You moved in closer, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“You do feel a bit warm. I’m gonna go get the thermometer.” Luke nodded, his face softening at your concern. He leaned back against the couch cushions as you got up to grab the thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. When you returned, he had cocooned himself in the throw blanket, just his messy curls and tired eyes peeking out. You kneeled beside him and pressed the thermometer under his tongue, brushing a stray curl from his forehead as he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes. Once it beeped, you pulled it out and frowned at the number. 

“101.5” you murmured. “Poor baby, no wonder you feel lousy.”

Luke groaned, sinking deeper into the blanket. “I hate being sick.”

“I know, Lu,” you said softly, kissing the top of his head. “But you have me, and I’m the best nurse ever. You want ramen?” He managed a weak smile as he nodded his head. “Okay, go get in bed. I’ll start boiling the water.” Luke slowly stood from the couch, his posture slumping as he made his way to the bedroom. You walked to the kitchen and pulled out a pot to fill with water. When you turned on the stove, you decided to go to the bedroom to stay with your sick boyfriend while the water boiled. You pushed the door open and caught sight of Luke slouching against the headboard with the tv remote in his hand. He looked up as you entered, his tired eyes lighting up just a bit at the sight of you. His hoodie was still pulled over his head, but the blanket was draped messily over his lap.

“What are we watching?” He croaked out.

You sent him a soft smile, moving closer to your side of the bed. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“New Girl.” He mumbled, pressing play as he already had it pulled up. Luke set the remote down and shifted over slightly, patting the space next to him. You climbed into bed, settling beside him and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. He leaned his head against your shoulder with a small sigh, and you wrapped an arm around him, rubbing soft circles on his back. “Sorry I’m gross right now,”

“You’re not gross,” you said firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re my favorite, even when you’re a sniffling mess.” 

That earned you a quiet laugh, his breath warm against your shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Lukey.” You said gently as you leaned your head on top of his.

Luke nuzzled his head further into your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your neck. “You smell nice.” He murmured against your skin.

You giggled slightly, scratching his back softly with your freshly manicured nails. “It’s that new vanilla body wash.” 

Luke hummed contentedly, his lips brushing against your neck again as he mumbled, “Smells so good. I wanna steal it.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head to look down at him. “You already use half my stuff anyway. Might as well make it official.”

He chuckled, his voice still raspy but laced with affection. “What can I say? Your stuff is better than mine.”

“You just like smelling like me,” you teased, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.

“Guilty,” he murmured, his hand finding yours under the blanket and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m making you ramen,” you joked, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Maybe,” he replied with a lopsided grin. “But I’d mean it even if you weren’t.” Your heart melted a little at his words, and you smiled, leaning into him. The sound of New Girl filled the room, but neither of you were really paying attention. The comfort of being close to each other was all that mattered. 

After a few minutes, the faint sound of the pot boiling over caught your attention. “Oops, ramen time,” you said, starting to get up.

Luke whined in protest, reaching out to tug you back toward him. “Stay.”

“I’ll be quick, promise,” you said with a laugh, kissing his forehead before slipping out of bed. “You’ll have your ramen before you know it.” You walked to the kitchen, pouring the boiled water into the bowl with the noodles. You grabbed a gatorade from the fridge for Luke before walking back to the bedroom with his meal. Luke had shifted to sit up more, tiredness evident in his eyes as he crossed his arms. 

“Thank you angel.” He let out, his voice still raspy as you walked closer. You pouted at him slightly, handing him the bowl before climbing into bed next to him. 

“You’re welcome, baby.” you said softly, watching as Luke took the bowl carefully, the steam rising up to his face. He let out a small sigh of contentment, the warmth already making him feel a little better. 

“You even brought me a Gatorade?” he asked, his lips curving into the faintest smile as he glanced at the bottle in your hand.

“Of course,” you replied, twisting off the cap and handing it to him. “Gotta keep you hydrated.” Luke took a sip of the drink before setting it on the nightstand, then carefully scooped up a bite of the noodles. He winced slightly as they were still a bit too hot, blowing on them before trying again. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, his face lighting up as he swallowed. “Perfect, as always.” 

You chuckled, leaning against the headboard beside him. “It’s just ramen, Lu.”

“Yeah, but it’s your ramen,” he said, looking at you with those soft, tired eyes. “Makes it taste better.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your cheeks flushed. “You’re such a suck-up.” 

“Only for you,” he teased, taking another bite. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, Luke occasionally offering you a bite of the noodles, which you accepted with a smile. When he finally finished, he set the empty bowl on the nightstand and shifted to snuggle into your side again. 

“Feel a little better now?” you asked, running your fingers through his curls.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice softer now. “I’ve got my girl, my ramen, and New Girl. What more could I need?” 

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Glad I could help.”

Luke tightened his arm around your waist, letting out a content sigh as his eyelids grew heavier. “Love you,” he murmured sleepily.

“Love you too, Lukey,” you whispered, holding him close as his breathing slowed, and the sound of the tv played quietly in the background. You didn’t care if Luke got you sick, you just wanted to make him comfortable.

[whoskimii]

DO I MAKE YOU HORNY, BABY ?

★ touching him ft. gojo ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ slightly subby satoru, he cums in his boxers (prematurely), brief mention of unprotected p in v at the end (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), curse words.

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 1k.

“hn...” satoru shivered as you sat behind him, drawing slow, lazy patterns across the bare skin of his trembling thighs. his pretty eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his sweaty back on your chest before letting his head fall backwards against your shoulder.

he wanted this. needed this.

you were his everything, the love of his life, the girl of his dreams— hell, you were his dreams.

however, he was scared to cum prematurely. he knew it would turn out this way, but he forced the anxious thought at the back of his mind.

every aspect of you prompted him to finish sooner than expected. your softness, your gentleness, your warmth— it was bound to happen.

“wait... a–are you sure 'bout this...?” the silly question made him cringe internally.

he was the one who should worry.

your quiet giggle made him tense subconsciously. “of course, i am. are you, 'toru ?” you whispered into his ear, your hot breath brushing against the shell of his skin. your pretty, manicured hands ran up and down his thighs, slowly, teasingly.

you were testing him.

“yeah, i a–am too... why d'you ask ?” he muttered, attempting to conceal the way his voice was coming out shakier than intended. “by the way you're trembling, i'm wondering, y'know ? especially 'cause you were so confident before this whole thing started.” you gently mocked him.

his thin, white eyebrows furrowed slightly as you spoke. his cocky personality resurfaced. “who's tellin' you i'm not confident ? i am, i just don't wanna hurt— mphm !” he inhaled sharply as one of your hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his hard, leaky dick.

“mhm ? what were you sayin' ?” you smirked, dragging your lips along the skin of his tense shoulder tauntingly. “fuck me...” he breathed, letting his heavy eyelids flutter shut.

“aw, 'course i'm gonna do that,” you smiled softly. “but be patient.” his eyes opened again when he felt you move. you straddled him easily. he swallowed thickly but his hands flew to your meaty hips nonetheless.

“what are you—" he fumbled with his words but you cut him off. “shh,” you placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed on it to make him lay on his back. “you trust me, right ?”

that question was also silly.

“of course !” he hastened to answer. “i mean, 'course i do...” he trusted you more than anyone else.

he didn't know how you did it but you made him trust you.

“good boy...” you whispered and leaned down, your chest pressing against his. the praise made him shiver but he would never admit it. you ran your hands down his chest before stopping at his toned abdomen. your rosy, plump lips met the sensitive skin of his collarbone, which made him whimper. “fuck...” he breathed.

you kissed the hollow between his collarbones before teasingly moving towards his shoulder. he hummed and tilted his head to grant you further access, letting his pretty eyes flutter shut. “you like that, 'toru ?” you whispered against the flesh of his shoulder.

silly.

“uh-huh...” he nodded lazily, focusing on the lovely feeling of your lips on him. your mouth traveled from his neck to his sharp jawline, the tip of your warm, wet tongue occasionally dipping out to lick at his skin. he felt you giggle before your lips met his. he instinctively melted into the kiss, reciprocating the embrace with a soft enthusiasm.

“want me to make you feel good, pretty boy ?” your lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

did you have a thing for asking silly questions ?

however, the compliment made him all tingly inside. he knew he was pretty. handsome, even. even a blind man could see it. after all, he had been told countless of times that he was the strongest— the prettiest— during his childhood and even after.

but somehow, hearing the words roll off your tongue made it even better.

“yeah...” he whispered breathlessly. he groaned softly as you began grinding your hips into his, your clothed core brushing against the damp fabric of his thin boxers. “baby...” he placed his pale hands around your waist, guiding your lazy movements.

the more you moved against him, the more he felt that familiar bubble in his lower tummy tightening.

fuck.

it was already happening.

“angel, if y'keep movin' like that— mhm... shit...” he sighed. “you were 'boutta say something, 'toru...?” you knew what he wanted to say. “yeah... if you keep grindin' against me, i'm gonna cum...” he admitted, almost shyly.

you hummed, pressing your lips against his. he kissed you back before the tip of his tongue slid out to brush along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. once you parted your lips, his tongue found yours eagerly. “shit, you— mphm— definitely have some killer hips, love...” he sighed into the kiss, his words slightly muffled.

he was about to cum. he knew it.

“baby, please, just... i don't wanna cum before being inside you, stop...” he broke the kiss with a breathless sigh. you hummed but didn't stop grinding against him. “love, shit, i... i'm 'boutta cum. i'm 'boutta cum.”

he gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes closing as he felt a pleasurable pressure in his lower stomach. “fuck... i don't wanna... cum before you do.” he managed to gasp.

“satoru...” the way you purred his name, mixed with the movements of your hips, was enough to make him finish. “shit—! ngh...” his back lifted off the bed slightly as he came in his boxers. “oh...” he panted.

once he finally came down from his high, his usually light-toned cheeks were flushed. he opened his half-lidded eyes softly, still hazy with pleasure. he met your gaze, slightly ashamed. “baby, i... i'm sorry, i tried to warn—” you placed your lips against his, cutting off his sentence. “do it again. inside me, this time.”

oh.

based on this ask.

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Yours - Jacaerys Velaryon

Masterlist

Pairing: modern!hockeyplayer!Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Word count: 1732 (I named the document I wrote this in "HotD micro fics" ... that went well)

Warnings: Fights, blood, insecurity

Summary: Jace storms off the ice in the middle of his game of hockey and you run after him to find out what happened, and to give him some comfort.

“Hey- Jace!” you stumble down from the bleachers and hurry after him. Even with skates on, he walks faster than you. He disappears down into the locker rooms, the door swinging shut with a loud bang behind him. He’d gotten into a fight on the ice and gotten benched but, in his fury, he’d stomped away from the whole game, dropping his helm and stick on the floor.

You were wearing his jersey, his last name written on the back in bold, blocky letters. The bright colour of the text, along with what had happened on the ice a few minutes ago, turned some heads when you hurried down to the locker room, shouting his name to try and make him wait for you; without any success. 

The door seems to be almost mocking you where you stand, catching your breath. The black paint is peeling away at some edges around the frame, revealing the old red colour underneath. You picked up Jace’s helmet and stick on the way, holding it in one hand as you press down the handle with the other. 

When you push the door open the strip of light that comes from the door lights up Jace where he’s sat on the bench, head in his hands. As you let the door slip close behind you, he looks up and the split second of light you have before the door slips shut shows you a split lip and a bloody nose. The door closes behind you with an echoing bang and the two of you are left in darkness. 

“Don’t turn the lights on,” Jace asks as you move to do just that. You furrow your eyebrows but do as he asks. Instead you cross the floor, having been in here enough times to know your way around, even in the dark. You place his things on the floor before him and he mumbles a quiet “thank you.” 

“What happened?” you ask gently as you go to the toilet to get some paper for his bloody face. The outline of his slumped body is what guides you back to him and he tilts his head back at your request and you sit down beside him, gently pressing the paper to his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his hockey gear. 

“Just got pissed off,” he mutters from behind the tissue and you raise an eyebrow at him in the dark. 

“You got pissed off?” You questioned with the disbelief dripping in your voice. “You’ve never walked out on a match and I am to believe that the first and only time that has happened, it’s simply because you got ‘pissed off’?” You’re close enough to him to see that he gives you a defeated look. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” is his response and you sigh but accept it. 

“Alright,” you whisper to him, keeping quiet in the dark so as to not disturbed the peace. The sounds of the game are muffled through the walls but they keep out the complete silence. Within a few minutes, his nose stops bleeding and you gently remove the tissue from his nose and Jace carefully tilts his head back up, being careful not to make it bleed again. You go to throw away the bloody paper and to bring some clean tissues that are slightly wet to clean up the blood from his face. Jace sits in silence as he lets you take care of him, eyes closed and breathing heavy. 

You’re leaning close to him, the dark making it hard to see if you’ve gotten all the cuts cleaned. You can feel his breath fan over your face as you work and you have to stop yourself from leaning forward to kiss his bruised lips. 

“There,” you mumble as you’re finished. His eyes blink open and even in the dark you can see the hazel colour glimmering. 

“You wanna finish the game?” you ask, sitting down again beside him and pushing a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear. He shakes his head, still silent. 

“Alright.” You don’t want to press him. He’s never stormed off the ice like this before and you don’t really know the reason, so you settle for being understanding and kind. He seems to appreciate it. 

“Let’s go home?” he asks silently, and you nod. Without a word, you kneel down on the floor before him, starting to untie his skates for him as he pulls his shirt off and starts to take off all the gear. When the skates are off, he pushes down the knee pads and you both hang it all up in his locker, the clothes Jace puts in his bag and you hold up his jacket for him before you step out into the light again. 

You both blink, the harsh light stinging in your eyes. Jace is quick to grab your hand in his, pulling you out of the stadium and into his car. He opens the passenger door for you as you get in with a gentle ‘thanks’ before he pushes the door closed again. You watch as he rounds the car and gets in beside you. He starts the car, the engine roaring to life and then he backs the car out of the parking lot with his hand splayed across your thigh. 

After a few minutes of silence, he finally speaks up. His voice breaks and he refuses to look you in the eyes.

“They- they talked about you,” he whispers and you turn to look at him with wide eyes. He’d left the game because of that? But before you can question it, he continues. 

“Said I don’t deserve you, that you should- should be with someone like them.” 

His words leave you completely astonished. 

“What? I- I would never!” Your words are soft and kind, not at all angry or upset. You know Jace has problems with his insecurities, some days are worse than others. And you also know that this is less about your preference for a boyfriend and more about what he thinks he’s worthy of.

Jace shakes his head, hand slipping from your leg but you grab ahold of it before his touch disappears. 

“Hey, Jace,” you coax, trying to get him to show that he’s listening. “I’m yours. And I love being yours, okay? I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

He nods and swallows harshly, “you say that now, but-“ 

“No but,” you cut him off. “I mean it.” He’s parked the car now, the big house that belongs to the Targaryens tower before you. Rhaenyra passes by one of the big windows and waves through the glass to you as she walks by. You get out of the car and round it, opening Jace’s door for him but he doesn’t move. 

“Look, I don’t know what they said to you out on the ice,” you begin, reaching out to turn his face towards you. He opens his mouth to tell you, tears in his eyes now, but you shake your head, shushing him gently. 

“But the truth? It doesn’t matter.” Jace looks down, nodding slowly. 

“I know,” he sighs, “but- I just, I can’t help but let it get to me.” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his temple, not really wanting to hurt his already split lip. 

“Jace, love-” are the only words you get out before Jace cuts you off. He pulls you down into his lap, minding your head so you don’t hit it on the way, then he captures your lips in a searing kiss. You try to pull away when you hear the huff of pain he lets out but he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close. 

And you can’t help but lose yourself in him, hands coming up to bury themselves in his luscious curls. He kisses you with desperation, but it’s so soft and so sweet. You let him indulge in the act, let him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and kiss you like that’ll make all the problems in the world disappear. 

You pull away with a gasp but you barely get one breath of air down your lungs before he’s back against your lips. 

”I don’t think I’d survive losing you,” he whispers the words against your lips, so close you can feel the puffs of air from the short phrase bounce against your skin. 

You shake your head, “you never have to find out.” 

“Promise?” And he seems so small and innocent at that moment, big, wet eyes seeking yours. 

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“I promise.” 

He takes a deep breath and nods. 

“Okay,” he agrees and now it’s your time to nod. You press another kiss to his temple and he sags forward into you, falling into your embrace and snuggling close to the warmth radiation from you. His cheek comes to rest over your heart and your hands tangle themselves in his dark curls. You lose track of time, just holding Jace close and letting him hold you. After a while, the sound of the front door being opened breaks through the silence and you look up to see Rhaenyra stand in the doorframe, a soft look on her face and a thankful smile. 

“Everything alright?” she wonders gently, tilting her head slightly. Your eyes meet Jace’s and he gives you a short nod. 

“Yeah,” you assure her with a small smile. 

“Alright,” Rhaenyra nods, a crooked smile on her lips, “dinner’s in five, if you want to join us.” Both you and Jace nod and she steps inside again, shutting the door softly behind her and giving you all the time you need. 

“Can we eat in my room?” Jace asks as you coax him out of the car, keeping a hold of his hand in yours. Your laugh billowes through the air as you take in his sheepish expression. 

“And leave your mother waiting?”

“No, we’ll tell her,” he protests as he grabs his bag from the backseat. You smile up at him, tugging him close to press a loving kiss against his lips. 

“Fine,” you agree when you pull away, “but you’re the one telling her.” Jace agrees quickly and the wide smile that finally reaches his eyes and shines up his whole demeanor is reward enough. 

[allaboutsturns]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

matthew sturniolo x reader

content/warning(s): angst, fluff, arguing, swearing, kissing.

summary: you and matt get into an argument after you guys go too long without communication. harsh things are said but in the end you guys work it out and listen to each other.

Don't cry, or do whatever makes you comfortable

I'm tired too.

you looked at matt who sighed for the fifth time within ten minutes, finally deciding to ask him what was wrong, "are you okay, baby?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed slightly. your boyfriend looked over at you and shrugged, "fine." he muttered out the single word and you tilted your head at his dismissive attitude.

"don't seem fine." you said under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear not exactly what you said but that you had said something, "huh?" he asked, now facing you on the couch. you shrugged in response.

he rolled his eyes in your direction but you ignored it and looked away, crossing your arms over your chest. "god you are so annoying, y/n. i don't know why you're acting like this right now. can we not?" you felt your heart pang as the words repeated in your head, 'god you are so annoying, y/n.'

you turned your body to face your boyfriend whom you loved so entirely, "annoying?" you asked as tears tugged at the rims of your waterlines. matt nodded slowly while pinching the bridge of his nose, "yeah. i constantly have a headache because of you, all you do is talk and get in my business and i'm so sick of it." he groaned before looking directly into your watery eyes, shooting a glare into them. it was a look of genuine disgust and annoyance.

it felt like someone had ripped your heart right out of your fucking chest and stomped on it in front of you. after a couple seconds of silence and staring at each other a quiet sob escaped your gentle lips and tears began to race down your cheeks, "fuck you, asshole. if you don't want me around because i give you headaches all the time you coulda just said that." you quickly reached your hands up to cover your face before you got up off the couch and quickly walked to you and matt's shared bedroom.

there's nothin' left to say.

matt watched you exit the room, his eyes followed your movements closely. your tears and words hadn't registered in his mind until you were unable to be seen from his position on the couch. his heart dropped to his stomach but he sat there for a moment. he felt guilty almost immediately and wanted to apologize but he wasn't sure if you'd want him to.

let's call a truce,

'cause i don't really wanna go to bed

like this.

after about thirty minutes of sitting in complete silence, matt got up and began slowly walking over to your bedroom. he pinched the bridge of his nose harshly, "fuckin' idiot." he whispered to himself, disappointed with the role he played during the recent argument.

he reached one of his hands towards the doorknob and slowly twisted it open, "y/n...?" he spoke gently, as if anything he were to say in this moment could break you to pieces like a fragile glass sculpture. when his eyes landed on you his heart broke even more than it already had.

you were curled up on his side of the bed wearing one of his hoodies. you were holding his pillow tightly, breathing in as much of his scent as you could just in case this was the last time you would get to. your body heaved up and down as quiet sobs continued to leave your lips, tears still streaming aggressively down your face and onto the pillow. some tears managed to stain the cloth of his hoodie but that was entirely unimportant to him in this moment.

he quietly closed the door and walked over to the end of the bed, "baby, i am so sorry." he whispered while sitting down at your feet, placing a hand on your calf. you didn't realize he had come in because you have this habit of blocking everything out when you're upset, it was a defense mechanism.

you buried your face further into the pillow, too scared to look at him, "annoying..." you whispered. it was muffled because the pillow was covering your entire face. matt's face twisted into an expression of guilt and sorrow. he started moving his thumb back and forth gently against the comforter that covered your body.

"i didn't mean it..." he muttered, still so scared that you would crack at any moment. you moved the pillow away from your face and looked at your boyfriend who looked absolutely crushed. you had mascara running down your face and your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. he moved his hand from your calf to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

i don't know what it's like to be you,

i don't know what it's like but i'm dying to.

"i don't know what it's like to be you," he stated quietly, "but i do know that you're so scared of being annoying..." he paused for a moment when he felt his throat closing up, "and i took advantage of that because i was frustrated, stressed, and overwhelmed," he sighed, looking down at the hand that remained in his lap, "i let my emotions get the best of me and i know that's not an excuse but i am truly sorry." he rubbed his thumb against your cheek gently before looking back at your face, sorrow and guilt painting his beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.

"do you hate me..? am i annoying...?" you finally mustered up the courage to ask the question that was burning a whole in your brain. he shook his head frantically and took one of your hands in his free hand, squeezing it three times. you guys did this thing ever since you started talking, knock three times, honk three times, squeeze three times. it was another way the two of you said 'i love you' without saying it.

"no, honey. not at all. you are my moon and all my stars, i could never get annoyed by you," he reassured, "i promise." he took his hand out of yours and reached a pinky towards you, "pinky." he said as he interlocked your pinky fingers. he planted a gentle kiss to your lips while your pinkies were still intertwined together.

you pulled your pinky away from his and smiled gently, "okay," you said quietly, the vibrations of your voice hurt your sore throat so you couldn't speak loudly. he smiled gently at you, "okay.." he whispered in reply.

no matter what you say i won't love you less,

and i'd be lying if i said that i do.

"i love you, no matter what i say i will always love you." he said as he pulled you further onto him. you guys had been cuddling for about an hour now, just listening to each other's calm breathing. you were extra lucky because you got to listen to his beating heart which was one of your favorite things to do in the entire world.

"i love you so much, baby," you paused and nuzzled further into his chest, "i always have and always will." you said as you forced yourself away from his chest, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before returning yourself to the comfortable position you had just been in.

you tapped the side of his ribcage three times and he kissed the top of your head three times.

i don't know what it's like.

the two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, both knowing damn well that next time there would be communication and discussion of feelings. it's so important to you and matt knows that. it's important to him too but he looses sight of that sometimes, and that's okay. he'll make sure to work on his communication skills because you're not someone that he ever wants to loose.

Y'ALL it's been so long omfg i'm so sorry that i forgot to feed u guys... i love u so much i hope this suffices. i've been so fucking busy and the writers block has been literally insufferable bro. i have like 2 drafts written up for u cuties i js need to gain the motivation to actually finish them. i've also been listening to shawn mendes and why don't we again so expect fics based around those songs. anyways, love u guys xx!

also i js wanna say thank u guys so much for 200 followers! we're already almost to 300 and it's mind blowing. the amount of gratitude i feel because of the overwhelming support is unreal. i truly appreciate n love u guys soso much!

- ace <3

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[soobinskii]

myung jaehyun x reader – love talks

warnings : pussy eating, needy!jaehyun, taesan appearance, cumming in pants, fingering, biting, marking, degradation, switch!jaehyun (?)

💌 : sorry for not writing lots recently :(( i've been rlly rlly struggling but.. i hope to get better soon. i know i say this a lot and i'm sorry!! this was written like months ago .. edited n posted now LOL lmk any feedback + there may be a pt2.

jaehyun and you had been dating for a while, about a year or two; and while the two of you had sex frequently, you wanted to spice it up a bit. you were kinda sick of the same thing every time; making out, fingering or sucking, then fucking. so you told your mutual friend taesan about it.

what did taesan end up doing? well.. telling jaehyun. when jaehyun heard about this, he was asking you multiple questions at once. "do you dislike me?", "did you find someone else?", "am i not good enough?". he seemed genuinely concerned, his eyes nearly growing wider. so, you got rid of those thoughts for him.

"no baby, not at all. you're all i have, and all i want. i was just thinking that.. maybe we could do a bit more?" you say, cautiously while kissing his nose. you could almost see tears welling up in his glossy eyes, even in the soft lighting of your room. you rub your thumbs under his eyes and kissed him again. "trust me, if i wanted someone else, i wouldn't be here with you right now."

jaehyun nods and moves his face so he's kissing you, pulling you in towards him and placing a tight hold on your body. as he pulls away, he asks "what do you mean by more?" eyebrow raised and his head slightly tilted. all of a sudden you get a bit shy, looking away as the tips of your ears start burning up. "uhm.. well.." your voice trails off and wavers slightly, unsure of how exactly to phrase what you'd like. "just treat me like... i don't know, jae.. be rough?" whispering, getting meeker with each word you speak.

your thighs start pressing together at the thought of him doing everything you've desired. "you seem a little worked up babe, you wanna try it right now? see how i do?" he smirks and kisses your jaw, pulling you up onto his lap; if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. he takes a deep breath and squints his eyes softly at you, working up the courage "you like the idea of me treating you like a slut?" his voice suddenly becomes deeper, more insistent.

jaehyun grabs your throat gently and pulls you down towards his face, peppering kisses down the side of your neck as his hips grind up into yours. "'s that what you told taesan? mmh, i know everything. i know every word you said to him." his voice rumbles right under your ear. he bites your neck, flips you under him, and continues down to your chest.

he licks at your boobs, twisting one of your nipples inbetween his fingers while sucking and nipping at the other. he leaves a few hickies while hes at it. jaehyun reaches behind your back and unclips the bra that he hastily pulled down and tosses it somewhere across the room. he squeezes them and then moves onto your shorts, pulling them down your legs, and yet again, discarding them across the room. he's so excited to fuck you, he always is but this time feels different. he's needier, moving faster and trying to kiss every part of you.

he brings his face down to your pussy and kisses through your underwear. "woah- jaehyun, what are you doing?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious and nervous. "what you wanted me to, yeah? you told taesan 'i wish he would eat me out until i shake' didn't you?" he furrows his eyebrows and bites your thigh.

he moves your panties to the side and looks up at you sheepishly, face flushed. "i've never done this before.." you nod, while running your fingers through his hair. "i know, jae. it's okay." he smiles, while moving your underwear to the side and kissing your clit. you whimper at the sudden contact and he watches your reaction as he licks a ling stripe up your pussy. when you arch your hips and softly moan, he continues.

while licking your wet folds, he plants butterfly kisses amongst your core. he spreads your lower lips apart with two fingers and delves deeper into the depths of your cunt. he focuses the licks and sucks onto your clit, prodding at it with his tongue. as he flattens his tongue and licks up the wetness of your pussy. "wanna make you cum on my tongue.." he mumbles in between your thighs as he inserts two fingers into your slick hole.

curling his fingers up into your g-spot and sucking at your clit, your legs start shaking a little bit harder as your breath gets heavier. he notices this, smirks and continues at the pace he's going. he's feeding off of your pleasure, drinking up every sound you're making and it's fueling something inside of him.

as you look down at him, you can see he's grinding his hips against the mattress. you're unsure if he's doing it unconsciously, but the way he's eating you out makes it easy to forget. he laps at your pussy, pressing his fingers into the gummy spot right inside you.

he's groaning inbetween your legs as you cum, your cunt wetting his fingers with your fluids and twitching around his digits. he slows his pace to ride your orgasm out, pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. he makes a show of it just for you, sucking on each finger individually and slurping slightly louder.

jaehyun smiles stupidly up at you, his lips and chin slightly glossy from his drool and your wetness. his eyes are hazed over and dark and he's whimpering softly. "wanna be inside you.. please, but i.." his raspy voice trails off as he looks around shyly, pressing his face into your stomach. "i came in my pants.." he whispers, nipping at your abdomen to find a distraction.