#drag lockscreen

[amayikes]

Then and now.

[thewidowspaiges]

Like/reblog if you save

[prplocks]

pode fazer locks da pabllo vittar? amo suas locks

<3

[happylandfill23]

i think the reason i love the daria end credits alter egos + the daria day intros so much is it's literally like taking ur ocs and putting them in Outfits and Situations. they were so real for that

[terabyte-teddybear]

all that plazz 💛🎶

[p1325]

[refrainboy]

Trick or treat ‼

Happy Halloween! You get Raspberry, the drag queen I met at the show I went to last weekend :)

[littleplantfreak]

i still think about this u know

im so bummed because…Sakura probably has no pictures of himself until he came to town and as a person who takes pictures of everyone i know, its like. gotta make up for lost time at some point?

So you realize when looking through your own photo albums with him that he most definitely doesn’t have any himself if his bare apartment is anything to go by it’s now a mission. And any mission need the only the best of the best operatives so you text suo and nirei the next day and ask them to gather all the pictures they have from school, events, or just hangouts, and the three of you make a scrapbook of not JUST him but everyone in town he knows. It’s filled with tickets to movies he’d seen or promotional stuff from the opening of a new bakery in town they went to the first day it opened. You find out quick Nirei is the one who’s kept most of the extra stuff you put in there and that he has a few scrapbooks himself.

It ends up being a big, hulking thing but it’s well put together and there are pictures and items that even you didn’t know existed in it. It was probably a good idea to give it to him alone to because he tears up a bit, not full on crying but not a face he’d want anyone else seeing.

[barbieandkento]

downbad!gojo who needs to be holding your hand wherever you are. in bed whilst trying to sleep. in the kitchen when you're attempting to make dinner. walking anywhere, with him dragging you around tokyo with the energy of a newborn puppy. it's especially bad when he's driving, as you have to chastise him to keep both his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road so you two don't crash. (he barely listens).

downbad!gojo who has a million photos of you saved onto his phone. he's even organized them into different folders - photos of you sleeping, candid shots of you that he looks at when he's sad or missing you, even 'ugly' photos of you that you've begged him to delete but he can't find it in his heart to do so because they're lowkey amongst his favorite.

downbad!gojo who has you as his lockscreen and will talk about you for hours to anyone who has the (dis)pleasure of asking who the person on his background is. he's missed several trains by talking strangers' ears off about you that now he has several alarms on his phone set to 30 minutes, 15 minutes, and 10 minutes before his train departs so that he's forced to end the conversation short.

downbad!gojo who lets you steal a bite of his food - hell, he'll even swap dishes with you if you don't like what you've ordered - but will absolutely lose his shit if anyone else, like geto, asks him to do the same. gojo's also not the best cook, but he'll attempt to make you breakfast in bed on anneversaries and special occasions, and you always rewards with a gentle kiss and a bright smile. (even if he almost burns down the apartment in the process).

downbad!gojo who gets jealous very easily. like, very, very easily. you're not giving him attention 24/7? someone is looking at you for 0.4 seconds too long? someone dares to compliment you, his sweetheart, his one and only?! he's immediately "marking his territory" as he calls it. (expect a lot of loud obnoxious announcements of how proud he is to be your boyfriend, messy and sudden makeout sessions in public whilst he glares at the person he thinks was flirting with you, his hands never leaving your waist/ass as he stands unmoving next to you).

downbad!gojo who lives for taking care of you. rough day? he's already drawing a bath with bath bombs and bubbles. sad? he's willing to sit with you in the dark, hugging you close to his chest, letting you cry or talk as much as you want - whatever you need, he'll give. sick? he's bought nearly half of the medications supply at the pharmacy and spends hours re-adjusting your pillows, giving you more blankets, and giving you many forehead kisses so you feel better.

downbad!gojo who, despite only dating you for three months, already knows he's going to marry you. he dreams about how he'll propose each night whilst you fall asleep in his arms, and when he's bored, he brainstorms what names he'll give your future kids/pets. (if anyone asks him about it, he'll say he's ✨ manifesting ✨ and not delusional).

a/n: i need a downbad!gojo 🥺 first time writing a lil drabble, enjoyed it more than i thought! ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

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[seaborgium-dazies]

just a fan ☆ mdni

mha boys fucking a fan! reader cw: f!reader, vaginal sex, p in v, oral sex 🌊: deku, bakugo, shinso

a/n: hope u all have a nice night! this was sitting in my drafts for a while now. Enjoy!

deku:

Deku wasn't getting laid. EVER. And he blamed hero work for this misfortune. He blamed the stacks of papers, the early morning and late night patrols. He blamed the fights that leave him collapsing into the soft sheets of his bed, utterly spent.

He has to keep reminding himself of the effect he has on people. Deku has to remind himself of all the people he saves, really take those "thank you"s to heart or he will go insane.

Or rather, his sexual frustrations will make him go insane. And its not like his hero work is getting him laid, is it?

Deku has you deep in a mating press as your hands glide along the backside of his hands. You're trying to commit the scars to your memory.

It's no wonder that you're trying to remember every second of this divine pleasure, if you take the fact that you were laying beneath the person you admired most into account. You had always known that you were charming, but being charming enough to have pro hero deku practically fucking every last braincell out of you? You hadn't ever even dared to dream of this.

"D-deku~ aaaahh~"

Dekus rhythm faltered as he heard you moan his name. He had told you to call him izuku but somehow his hero name slipped past your lips accompanying every moan of yours.

And deku couldn't help but chuckle. The way you cling to him, the obscene sounds of your pussy swallowing him whole, pulling him in made him grip the headboard until his knuckles turned white.

And suddenly your phone chimed. You groaned in annoyance.

Who the fuck was texting you at this time of night?!

But when the notification lit up your screen and deku saw your lockscreen background? A new type of vigour flowed through his veins.

He pressed a sloppy kiss against your soft lips before letting your tongues battle briefly. The mind-blowing kiss accompanied by dekus cock dragging against your throbbing walls had you clutching at his muscular arms for support.

Gasps were leaving your lips until deku swallowed them as he kissed you again. And again. And again. Until something new sneaked into those kisses. Something beyond physical needs.

And when you dared to open your eyes the intensity of dekus gaze threatened to blow you away. You couldn't help but smile, a heartfelt grin spread across your face. And when deku flashed you the same smile back? Your heart did thirty consecutive backflips.

You really had to thank your fan behaviour (and especially that deku fanart u have set as your lockscreen) for this night.

And you both knew this wasn't going to be the last night.

bakugo:

Bakugo was wondering how his bed frame hadn't given in yet. And how you hadn't given in yet. The way your hips were smashing together and how your pussy squelched with every move of his? This must be the thing people referred to as truly animalistic sex.

But when a moan slipped out of your mouth carrying his hero name? He knew what this was about. And his dick got harder with every time a perfect "dynamight"-cry fell from your lips.

The cocky smile on his face was every bit justified as he pressed his cock into your pussy until you were seeing stars. Pistoning in and out of you with alarming speed, his cock throbbing inside of you. He's reduced you to a mess of whines and whimpers.

And an unusual feeling of pride welled in his chest. Pride on account of someone else...

He was fucking you silly and yet you were completely present. That's the kind of determination he loves to see from his fans.

So when he sees your tits jiggling with every thrust and your sanity slipping away little by little, he can't stop himself from tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You were so goddamn beautiful.

He already knew that he needed to see you again, the next time by daylight and in a fancy restaurant.

shinso:

He notices the pin on your bag as soon as he sees you. All cheery, wide eyes and rosy cheeks? Fuck, he has to have you.

You really hadn't expected him to recognize the pins on your bag. You were already used to them so the subtle hint at you being a fan went unnoticed by you and you expected the same from him.

What you hadn't known is that shinso not only noticed and recognized it but even more than that it quadrupled the want to have you writhing beneath him.

You were alternating between admirable boldness and shyness so cute it made him want to punch someone. You thought you were sooo slick. But when he noticed the pangs of conscience you were clearly battling, he couldn't help but loop you in and show you that he already knew you were a big fan of his.

"It's what your favorite pro hero would want"

And before you knew it his tongue was buried in your cunt. He was looking up at you through hazy lidded eyes, watching for every little reaction. Your gasps, whines and moans were stringed together to the most beautiful song he ever heard

And it was true. At first he wanted to fuck you for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to fuck you so good that you forgot your own name. He wanted to make you orgasm so hard that you'd go posting thirty different posts detailing how amazing it was to spend the night with him.

But as he was in the process of making you lose your mind and your hand clawed at his torso, something else flooded his body.

Something that didn't want you to share this experience with anyone else. Something that wanted to keep you by his side even when this night fades into the fog of a distant memory. Something that wanted you all to himself.

Fuck, he wants you.

buy me a coffee? <3

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[starpens]

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ COUGH SYRUP ― GOJO SATORU.

satoru is a bit of an idiot who will do anything to get you to speak to him after an argument.

𓈒 ݁ ₊ content ﾉ fem reader, clingy satoru, established relationship, mild argument, fluff, not proofread, randomly started missing my boy :( <3

satoru can’t function when you’re upset with him. 

he knows he should be an adult about it — he is an adult, after all. he should give you space, let you simmer down. most people do not do things such as send one hundred and fifty text messages (he counted each of ‘em; you left him on read one hundred and fifty two times. who does that?) to your phone while you’re in the middle of grocery shopping and they most definitely do not take a sick day because their significant other is mad at them. 

 but then again, satoru isn’t like most people. 

which is why he’s currently sprawled out on the sofa in the middle of the day, wrapped in your favorite throw blanket — one that still smells faintly of your perfume. tissues litter the coffee table and floor around him, an unconvincing movie set of misery. call him manipulative, but it’s the only thing he’s got left in the tank since, for the last seventy-two hours, you haven’t spoken more than five words in a sentence to him. 

you’re his main source of enrichment, his brain stimulated by your sweet kisses and good loving so when you take that away, you’re stripping away his heart and soul. he’s got nothing left. he might as well die.  

in satoru’s brain, he figures that surely, if he’s coughing up a lung, you’ll feel bad for him and start talking to him again. in sickness and in health, right? 

by the time you walk through the front door after making a quick run to the supermarket for groceries, he’s in full performance mode, clutching his stomach with a groan. 

the sound is so realistic that you feel a sudden stab of worry, wondering if he’s injured. rushing into the living room, you find all six foot three of your boyfriend balled up on the sofa, looking like walking death. 

or trying to, anyway. 

“satoru?” you ask, eyebrows arching as you set your grocery bags down on the floor, taking out your phone and glancing at the time on the lockscreen. “why are you home? it’s eleven am.” 

“baby,” he groans pitfully, looking up at you. his glacier blue eyes are red rimmed and shimmering suspiciously — like he squeezed them shut repeatedly until he got the desired effect. satoru sniffles for good measure, huddling into the blanket. “i’m sick,” he announces, his lower lip wobbling, dragging out the last syllable like it physically hurts him to say it. 

“sick? you seemed fine when i left this morning,” you say, taking a step forward. you reach out a hand, pushing back his wintery locks to check for a fever. his skin feels normal, cool to touch even. your eyes narrow. you’re dubious — satoru never gets sick, yet it is his favorite act whenever he’s in the doghouse and wants attention. that, and he’s a terrible actor. you purse your lips, irritated. this is what he does instead of just apologizing? 

“i wasn’t fine emotionally,” satoru whines back. “i’m heartbroken here. it’s debilitating my health rapidly.” 

your expression doesn’t budge and satoru’s pout deepens when he realizes you’re not buying it. he clutches the blanket tighter around his big body, exaggerating a shiver for good measure. “you’re my life force, angel. my happiness. my —”

“stop it,” you interrupt and hold up a hand, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. you’re mad at him — you are. “but let me get this straight. you called out of work because i wasn’t talking to you?” 

“it was a medical emergency. do you have any idea what it’s like to go hours without hearing you voice?! without seeing you smile at me? you wouldn’t even let me use your body wash last night so we could share the same scent. i barely survived the night. any longer and i’d be a goner,” he sighs dramatically, then remembers he’s supposed to be on his last leg and hacks, phlegm rattling in his throat. 

“you’re obsessed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold firm. but your damned heart has selective memory and it is making an appearance again, rapidly forgetting why you’re still mad at him. oh, you had a right to be upset over what he did, but it seems insignificant now when he’s in front of you, groveling like a servant at a throne. 

“angel, come on,” he presses, sitting up on the sofa and reaching for your hand, hurt flashing bright across his eyes when you step out of range. if you let him pull you down on that sofa with him, he’ll sweet talk his way into you forgiving him without consequences. he’ll do that anyway, but you won’t make it easy for him. “i’ll do anything to make it right.” 

“don’t angel me. you can’t just manipulate me into forgiving you with your big pretty eyes,” you wag your finger at him. “i bet you don’t even know what you did.” 

“i know, but it’s working, ain’t it?” he grins, shamelessly dropping the congested tone in his voice. “and i know what i did,” he scoffs. “you’re mad at me about that thing.” 

yes, that thing.

two nights ago, your body pillow — your very expensive, weighted body pillow which happened to have a giant render of your boyfriend on it, went missing. you’d commissioned it to have something to cuddle with on those nights when satoru is away on business and you miss him in your shared bed an unhealthy amount. you’d become a little too attached to it, though, while satoru wanted nothing more than to burn it. 

“he has a name,” you hiss, swatting satoru’s knee as you struggle not to laugh. “don’t call mr. comf-toru-ble a thing! he’s sensitive.” 

“see?” satoru says, scrubbing a hand over his handsome face before gesturing around wildly. “you even named it.” 

you give him a sharp look. “he cost me an entire paycheck— an entire paycheck that three days ago, you gave to the garbage collectors because i was cuddling him instead of you!” 

“i was feeling neglected!” he defends, voice pitching higher in his affront, placing a hand on his chest. “you spent the whole night with it. meanwhile, i— your husband— was right there, cold and alone. i can’t let me steal my wife.”

“we’re not married, satoru,” you remind him, then pout. “unlike my husband, the pillow doesn’t hog the covers, snore, or throw out things that i really like.” 

“it’s not hogging the covers, it’s redistribution of them for my comfort,” he grins playfully, but upon seeing your serious expression, he concedes, sobering up. in truth, he knows he messed up and went too far. it was childish to throw out something that you bought because of his frequent bouts of absence. maybe if he was around more, you wouldn’t need to cuddle with body pillows that look like him. “look, baby. i’m sorry. it was a moment of weakness. it’s not everyday i gotta be in competition with myself, but i’ll make it up to you! i even ordered you another one.” 

“a moment of jealousy, you mean,” you counter, but there’s no real bite behind your tone now.

“hey, you gotta see it from my perspective though. it’s kind of crazy seeing you cuddle with a pillow that looks like me when the real thing is right here,” satoru gestures down the long line of his body, though it looks more comical than inviting when he’s wrapped like a overstuffed burrito in your throw blanket.

“mm,” you nod, “well, maybe if the ‘real thing’ is a good boy, i’ll cuddle him more often.” 

“deal,” he answers immediately and when his muscular arms shoot out from behind the blanket and reach for you this time, you let him. his arms circle around your waist, pulling you into his lap. it was just a few days of silent treatment, but satoru wastes no time tucking his face against the dip of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent like you’re something precious and rare he lost ages ago and is just discovering again after eons. 

he’s squishing you, he knows it, but god he hates it when you’re mad at him — and you, in return, hate being at odds with him too. you both make too much sense to each other to be apart, and there’s upset in the balance of the world when the two of you are in an argument. 

“worst seventy-two hours of my life,” satoru blows out a breath of relief, the air tickling the hair at the nape of your neck, drawing a shiver down your spine. “never do that to me again, angel. you hear?” 

“don’t throw out my customized satoru merch again and i won’t, baby,” you coo, smiling. 

“you’ll still choose me over the other guy though, right?” 

“we’ll see, ‘toru, we’ll see,” you answer playfully, yelping when he darts in to nip at your ear in retaliation.

getting comfortable in satoru’s lap, you lean in to put the both of you out of your miseries and forgive him with a kiss when you get a whiff of menthol and childhood memories wafting from his chest.

 “are you wearing vaporub?”

[dollsette]

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you and niki are in the bathroom of your shared apartment, you sitting on the counter in shorts and one of his hoodies, back facing the mirror as niki stands in between your dangling legs.

his hands are glued to your hips, pulling you a little closer to his standing figure as he wears your sanrio headband, pushing his slightly damp hair back after wetting his face, while you use a silicone spatula to put a clay mask on him.

“still can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” you smile, spreading the mask across his cheek.

“you said you’d make me taiyaki in return,” he reminds you of your deal, staring at your concentrated face.

“true,” you reply, dragging the mask-covered utensil across his other cheek as you carefully smear it all over his delicate and soft skin.

your hand grazes his jaw, and his head slightly tilts down so you have better access to his forehead. his eyes flutter shut, melting in your touch.

it’s not until you let go of his jaw and move on to his nose—almost done covering the perimeter of his face—that his eyes open again, only to gaze right into your doe-like, focused ones.

“stop staring,” you roll your eyes, his eye contact never failing to make your cheeks flush, as you continue to spread the mask across his nose.

“why? you’re pretty,” he says, voice low as he grips your hips a little tighter, leaning closer as you move your hand away from his face, only for his plush lips to kiss your soft ones.

he presses one more quick peck to your lips, licking his own after, before standing straight again to let you resume what you were doing.

he notices your rosy cheeks and slight smile, and he can’t help but say, “you shy?”

“n-no.. just let me focus,” you mumble, rolling your eyes before moving down to cover the last part of his face—his chin.

“yes, ma’am,” he sighs, fingers sliding down to your thighs before resting there and letting you do your thing.

you finally finish, covering any missed spots on his face before you smile at him, setting the spatula down on the counter you’re seated on. your fingers cup his jaw to admire your work of art—which just so happens to be your boyfriend’s skincare.

“done! look at youuu,” you giggle, letting go of his jaw so he can see it in the mirror.

“i look dumb,” he says, unintentionally flashing his pretty smile at the sight of his face covered in the dark gray concoction.

while he pouts at the mirror, you have just enough time to pull your phone out and capture a picture of his sulky yet cute state.

he notices your phone lower after the snap and smirks. “delete that.”

“nope. it’s my new wallpaper,” you proudly say, tapping away at your phone before showing him your new lockscreen: the photo of him you just took.

he looks at you for a moment, tongue poking at his cheek before he nuzzles into your neck and presses a kiss there. then another. and another. all in an effort to get a giggle out of you.

it works, as you giggle out, “ki, stop! you’re gonna mess it up!”

“so?” he says, face coming out of your neck—his mask thankfully still intact and not smeared onto the hoodie you were wearing—before he picks you up off the counter, grabbing under your thighs and carrying you himself as your lips latch onto his in a heated, warm kiss.

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Sunshine

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Simon just can’t stop talking about his fiancé.

cw: mention of alcohol, anxiety, and pregnancy

The club is packed when Simon and his friends show up. If he’s being honest, he didn’t even want to come, being dragged out of the house because they all claimed that he spends too much time with you. He doesn’t think so, though. He spends the perfect amount with you in his mind. And he makes plenty of time for his friends so he doesn’t see what the problem is.

He feels eyes on him as he pushes through all the dancing bodies and it makes him feel gross being checked out like that. This always happens and even though he tells them that he has a fiancé, they don’t seem to get the hint. It’s gotten to the point where he got his own ring to get the point across-well, that and the fact that he just wanted one because he loves the idea of being connected to you in that way.

Simon gets to the bar and orders a beer, letting out a sigh as he resists the urge to text you. He knows something will be said and he doesn't want to be teased about it. He’s convinced that everyone is just jealous and doesn’t care that they roll their eyes whenever he mentions you. He’s just a man in love and he doesn’t see why that’s his fault.

Once his drink is set on the bar, he takes a sip before turning to his friends. His mind immediately goes back to the night he met you. You were working at the bar down the street from where he lived at the time and the second he laid eyes on you, he immediately had to know your name.

“You know, y/n is a bartender,” he speaks up, smiling down at his beer bottle.

“Here we go,” Soap replies with a roll of his eyes. He acts like he’s annoyed, but he’s actually secretly very happy for Simon and the fact that he was finally able to find someone he loved enough to settle down with.

“That’s what, ten mentions of her in the last hour?” Gaz laughs and Soap and Price join in, teasing Simon yet again. “The man is obsessed.”

“Oh, he’s just in love,” Price corrects, clapping Simon on the shoulder. He’s always been very supportive of your relationship and has even offered to officiate the wedding. “You’ll all feel the same way when you finally settle down.”

Simon can’t help but smile at the defense Price is making. They’ve gotten very close over the years, Price being someone that Simon looks up to. He’s the one Simon goes to for any problem he’s having, the one he talked to before he proposed to you.

He doesn’t care about his friends’ teasing, though. He knows they don’t really mean anything by it, they’re just messing around. He knows that they really are happy for him otherwise they wouldn’t have agreed to be his groomsmen. They just like to pick on him because they see him like a brother. It’s the way they show him love without actually saying the words.

He takes his phone out of the pocket of his jacket to check the time and smiles at his lockscreen-it’s a photo of the two of you, grinning at the screen as you hold up a sonogram, tears in your eyes.

He didn’t want to go tonight because he was worried about you and the baby but you forced him to go, insisting that you’d be okay and now that he’s here, he’s worried like he always is.

He misses you and his unborn daughter, wishes he was with you right now, his hand resting on your bump and you both snuggling up on the couch, watching that stupid reality show that he claims to hate but secretly loves.

Simon just worries and that’s why he feels like he needs to be around you 24/7. He’s read more parenting books than he can count and even though your daughter has been as healthy as can be at every scan, he knows that the knot in his stomach won’t go away until he’s holding her in his arms.

He sips on his beer, zoning in and out of the conversation with his friends, bringing you up any chance he gets even though he knows they’re all done with him, making him take a shot every time he mentions you. He’s already up to two in the last five minutes. That’s got to be a record of some sort.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he’s quick to answer it when he sees your name and photo flash on the screen. He moves to a spot that’s more quiet when he puts the phone up to his ear, plugging his other one with his finger so he can hear you better.

His heart is racing and he just knows something is wrong. It’s gotta be. Why else would you be calling? He knows it’s just his anxiety and waits for you to speak before he can panic.

“Hey sunshine,” he greets, grinning so widely just by hearing your voice on the other line. And when he hears the reason why you’ve called, he almost falls to his knees, letting out a sound of pure joy as the line goes dead.

He’s shoving his phone back into his pocket as he races back over to his friends, so excited to tell them the news. That he’s gotta go to the hospital and he’s gotta do it now.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” is all he says before they’re all making a beeline for the door, all looking forward to seeing the little nugget, just knowing that she’s going to be spoiled rotten between the four of them. Yeah, that little girl is going to be so lucky.

[terabyte-teddybear]

@puppygirlsrituals sorry this took a million years and is also not a stimboard but. happy late birthday ily <3

[sturnioz]

‘JUST A F*CK’ — MATT STURNIOLO

pairing. matt sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, angst.

word count. 3.2k

❝i thought everything would’ve changed after a few months…❞

content warning. explicit content, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, subtle nipple sucking and biting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, extreme mean!matt vibes.

authors note. this is not a happy fic. it's labelled angst for a reason. you have been warned. also, i am still on a little writing hiatus. this is just something i revamped from an old blog of mine.

The notification that chimes and flashes across your phone's lockscreen sends a shiver down your spine, and your feet immediately carry you across your bedroom in a hurry, picking up articles of clothing that were thrown carelessly across your floor and shoving them away in your dresser before you rush into the bathroom, preparing yourself for Matt’s arrival.

Matt has been your fuck buddy for a little over six months—an arrangement that was made by the two of you when you had once confessed that you were tired of your inexperience, and Matt was more than willing to step up and offer himself to be the one that would take your through some sexual desires and fantasies. 

In truth, it was supposed to be a one, maybe two, time thing. But it progressed into something a lot more serious when both of you realised how good it felt being with each other so intimately—how easy it was to hook-up together rather than going out and finding someone different whenever you felt the urge for a release. 

You would be lying if you said you didn’t catch any feelings over the period of time you have been sleeping together, though. 

Each moment was different after the other—more intense, more passionate, more real. You immediately noticed during the fourth month that this arrangement wasn’t treated like a regular hook-up situation anymore… it was different.

( 1 ) Matt started staying over after sex, whether it was to cuddle or to sleep. ( 2 ) He would take you out to expensive restaurants, paying for your meals and even gifting you your favourite bouquet of flowers from time to time. ( 3 ) He kissed you one night in the middle of fucking you against a bathroom stall, completely unprovoked as kissing wasn’t apart of the original arrangement—and he’s never stopped since.

You never questioned him about the sudden affections he was giving you, and you definitely weren’t complaining either. 

In fact, you like it. You like him. 

Would you ever admit your likeness to him? Maybe, if there was a right time and place to do so. But unfortunately, you never found it, and even if you did, you’d always forget when Matt is balls deep inside you—making you too dumb on his cock to form a coherent sentence. 

It takes you a few more minutes to shower and make sure your body feels smooth and silky, applying the best lotions after shaving and spritzing his favourite perfume of yours on your neck. 

However, you curse under your breath as you clip on your new lacy lingerie set, a deep frown tugging at your lips as you spot the tear in the material as you do a last once over in the mirror. 

Frustrated was an understatement. 

You bought this lingerie set a few days ago when scrolling through a website with Matt lounging beside you, his finger pointing to the screen as he lazily drawls that this was the prettiest set out of them all. 

And of course, you bought it. Why wouldn’t you?

“Alright… no bra it is.” you finally decide with a sigh, unclipping it from your body and stuffing it at the back of your dresser, making a mental note to remember to throw it away after spending the night with Matt. 

You sit down on the edge of your bed, heart hammering against your ribs as you lean back on your hands, arching your back just enough to present yourself the way you know he likes. Every so often, your eyes dart to the glowing digits of the clock on your nightstand, and it feels like time is dragging, but the anticipation keeps you sane, your chest tight with excitement.

Then, you hear it—the front door swinging open, followed by the sharp slam of it closing.

Your pulse quickens as his familiar footsteps climb the stairs, and you sit perfectly still, readying yourself for the moment the bedroom door opens and he sees you exactly as he asked, waiting for that compliment and praise for following his orders.

But when the door swings open, he doesn’t say a word.

Matt steps inside, toeing off his sneakers, nudging them toward the side as the soft click of the door shutting behind him fills the room. He doesn’t speak, but he does look at you—his eyes dragging over you, slow and deliberate.

And in that moment, it’s enough.

The look, the way his teeth catch his bottom lip—it makes you feel perfect. It makes you feel wanted.

He says nothing when he walks through your bedroom door. He just toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he shuts the door behind himself. But he does look at you, and you feel good again, especially when his eyes roam over your appearance, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he beckons you over with his finger and points to the floor in front of him.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he crooks his finger and gestures for you to come closer, pointing to the floor in front of him.

You can’t stop the giddiness bubbling up in your chest, but you suppress it the best you can, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from grinning too broadly. Sliding off the bed, you sink to your hands and knees, moving toward him with a slowness that you hope he finds teasing—playful.

His smirk deepens as his eyes follow your every movement, and by the time you kneel in front of him, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Matt doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t have to. Not when he’s watching your fingers toy with the zipper on his jeans, tugging them down his legs along with his boxers, and you eye hungrily at his cock that bobs in front of your face. 

You take him in your hand, the other massaging his balls as you lean forward to lick the tip, keeping your eyes on him. But he grabs the back of your head and pushes you forward to take more of him into your mouth, and you happily oblige, moving your head up and down on him as you try to ignore the urge to gag every time his mushroom tip hits the back of your throat.

You’re loving the noises he makes, feeling light-headed and stomach erupting into butterfly-like flutters as he grunts, his fingers gripping your hair as he guides your movements as you slurp and suck on his cock.

Happily, you let your jaw grow slack as he uses your mouth for his own personal pleasure, tears bubbling down your cheeks as he continues thrusting down your throat. You’re unable to hold back your frequent gags and chokes, breathing through your nose steadily as you look up to meet his eyes, vision blurry. 

“So fucking good t’me, baby,” he praises you. “Know you love choking on this dick.”

His movements slow as his balls tighten, his hand caresses your tear-stained cheek with a gentle motion. His cock twitches on your tongue, and you realise he’s close to cumming, which makes you eager to go faster—to feel him spill his load down the back of your throat—but he pulls at your hair in warning, tugging you off his cock with a lewd pop. 

“I want you to cum on my tongue,” you pout, his tip bumping your top lip as you lean forward again. “Wanna taste you. Wanna please you.”

“It’s not about what you want,” Matt shakes his head, his eyes narrowing. “I want to cum in that sweet, little pussy I love so much… doesn’t that sound better than me filling your throat?”

You frantically nod your head at that, ignoring the stinging sensation in your scalp from the fast movement as his fingers are still twisted in your hair in a tight grip. He grins, releasing you from his grasp only to pull you up from the floor by your arm, tugging you over to the bed. 

A shriek leaves your lips as he pushes you down onto the bed, but you’re silenced when he climbs over you, fitting between your legs to slot his mouth against yours in a heated and sloppy kiss—leaving your lungs burning for air.

He smears his lips across your cheek and down your neck, smothering your skin in wet smooches before making his way to your bare chest. His hands grope your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples with his thumb. 

One flick. Two flicks. Three flicks.

You gasp as he finally takes one into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around the pebbled bud, and you push your chest forward—eager and desperate—for him to softly bite down on your nipple in warning, raising his gaze to glare at you as you cry out at the pain, your fingers gripping the roots of his hair out of instinct. 

He slaps your hands away with another warning, “Behave.”

Matt gives the other nipple his attention now, repeating his movements. You let out a whiney moan this time as he bites down on the flesh of your breast instead of the perky bud itself, feeling his hand sliding down your tummy to your lacy underwear.

He yanks your panties down your leg, a subtle rip in the fabric echoing in the air, before he discards them carelessly over his shoulder. Your eyes immediately narrow at that, your eyebrows knitting together as you feel irritated over the fact he hasn’t even bothered to take notice of the lingerie you bought specifically for him. 

Yet your agitation slips away when his fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing in circular motions in a pace that has your hips twitching upwards, wanting more. 

“Please..” you breathlessly whisper, thighs closing around his hand. “Faster.”

“Don’t be needy,” he shakes his head as he forces your thighs apart with his separate hand. “Can’t touch you the way you want. Don’t have time today.” 

You make a confused noise, blinking as you watch Matt pull his hand away to grip your hips tightly to flip you over, your vision going blurry for a split moment before everything goes black—your face pressed into the pillows, ass in the air, presented to him.

You turn your head to the side, managing to catch him in your peripheral vision. “Do.. do you have somewhere to be later?”

“Yeah,” his answer is blunt—clipped—making you want to question him further, but the feeling of his cock rubbing through the slickness of your folds makes you forget your words so easily, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes into you, burying himself to the hilt.

The sound of skin meeting skin, curses, and moans of his name fill the entire room. Your fingers twist in the bedsheets to ground yourself as Matt rails you from behind, his hands groping and squeezing your ass as it bounces back against his thighs. 

“Like seeing you like this,” Matt pants, licking at his bottom lip as his thrusts faster when he feels your inner walls clench around him. “Dripping down my cock, moaning my name….”

You try to push your hips back to meet his thrusts, whines and moans spilling from your lips as you inch closer and closer to your orgasm, but it’s just out of reach. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing in time with his harsh thrusts, and it’s enough to send you over the edge, a loud cry ripping from the back of your throat as you cream all over his cock.

Matt’s quick to throw you into a new position, pushing you onto your back, forcing your knees to your chest as he pushes deeper inside of you, chasing his own high eagerly as your cunt convulses around him, squeezing him in tighter.

Your thighs burn, and you peer up at him to watch his expressions, seeing him bite down hard on his bottom lip as he pistons his hips at a pace that has your headboard slamming against your wall loudly. You mentally apologise to your neighbours, knowing you’re going to get another noise complaint tomorrow and some dirty looks that’ll have you unable to look them in the eyes the next few weeks.

“Please… please cum for me,” you manage to find your voice, your pussy sore and senses overstimulated from the constant rubbing of his pelvis against your clit. “F-fill me up.” 

“You want my cum, baby?” he asks you, his movements jerky as he nears closer to his orgasm. “You want me to fill this pussy? Fuck you full?”

“Please! Please, please, please, please—”

Your chanting is cut off when Matt slams his hips against yours, cock twitching within your walls before spilling inside of you in long, warm spurts, filling you up just like promised. Your legs tremble as you cum once again, weakly this time, and your pussy throbs as he ruts into you slowly, milking his balls dry.

It’s too much for you now, your cunt raw and sensitive, causing you to pat his arm repeatedly. He chuckles quietly, pressing his lips hard to yours while he slowly pulls himself out of you, his cum dripping out onto the sheets.

Matt is the first to break the kiss, pulling away with a lazy exhale before rolling to your side and draping an arm around your waist. His fingers rest against your skin as the two of you lay in silence for a moment, your breathing still uneven, hearts slowly settling after everything that just occurred.

And yet, your own heart feels anything but calm.

It’s racing for an entirely different reason now.

This is it. This is that moment you’ve been waiting for. The perfect time to lay it all out on the table—the emotions you’ve been holding back, everything that’s been building inside of you for months now.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you begin quietly, your voice trembling a little. You glance down, nervously fiddling with the rings on his fingers, twisting them in slow circles as if you’re trying to ground yourself. 

“Yeah?” Matt hums softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “What is it?”

“I…” you hesitate, your mind spinning with second guesses as the doubt creeps in, whispering every possible way that this could go so wrong. But when Matt squeezes your hand, his fingers tangling with yours in a way that feels comforting—safe—the doubt fades away. “I like you.”

Matt freezes. 

“What?” he snaps suddenly, his voice cutting. His hand rips away from yours as if your touch burns him, and he’s sitting up, shifting to the edge of the bed, putting distance between you both as his wide eyes lock onto yours. You can’t read him.

“I like you…” you repeat, much quieter this time. You reach out for him, desperate for some kind of reassurance for this big moment, but he flinches away like you’re something utterly repulsive. 

“Why?”

You blink, stunned by the venom laced in his tone. You must’ve heard him wrong. “Because of everything that’s been happening between us,” you say softly, giving him a small, hopeful smile that you hope eases this unreadable tension. “I thought we were closer than this, you know? I thought maybe we crossed that line when—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Matt interrupts, and you watch as he slips out of bed, hastily pulling on his boxers as if he can’t stand to be exposed in front of you any longer. “We’re just fucking. That’s it. We agreed to that. Not—” he gestures vaguely between you, his expression hardening. “This.”

Your smile falters, crumbling beneath the weight of his words. “You… say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because it is!” Matt snaps, running a hand through his tousled hair. He paces the room, his grimace twisting the knife deeper into your chest and you grip the blanket, wrapping it tightly around yourself as if it could save you your dignity. 

“I’m sorry…” you murmur weakly, the apology slipping out before you can stop it. Your voice cracks, but you push yourself forward, hoping that this can still be saved. “But… you’ve been giving me the impression that this was more than just a hook-up. You told me you liked me the other night—”

Matt cuts you off with a bitter scoff, “Not in the way you like me. Jesus.”

“Matt, you’ve stayed after sex. You’ve cuddled me—you’ve slept here. You take me out. You buy me things. You’ve kissed me like… like it meant something,” you say, your voice breaking as the tears begin to well in your eyes. 

“And? That’s just what we do. We’re comfortable enough to do those things, alright? Doesn’t mean I magically want a relationship with you.”

“I thought everything would’ve changed after a few months…” you admit, your voice barely audible.

Matt’s laugh is sharp, humourless, “Yeah? Well, you thought wrong.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, stealing the air from your legs. Your chest tightens painfully, and you can feel the tears spilling down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting, forcing you to look away as you refuse to meet his gaze. 

You don’t want to see the disgusted look on his features anymore.

“I can’t believe you’ve fucked this up for us,” Matt mutters, shaking his head as he yanks his jeans on. “What we had was good, and then you just… shit.”

“I’m sorry.” 

Matt doesn’t respond as he’s too busy pulling on his shirt, his movements rushed and agitated. Every so often, you can see him glance at you in your peripheral vision, and the disbelief and horrified look in his eyes make your stomach churn.

You want to disappear, to melt into the bed and escape the humiliation that’s clawing painfully at your chest. 

“This—what we had—it’s done,” Matt says finally, gesturing between the two of you with a ringed finger. “It’s over, completely. Unless…” he pauses for a moment, his lips curling. “Unless you come back to your senses and get your head screwed on straight.”

You shake your head, wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. “No. I think it’s over for good,” you whisper, sniffling. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way for you. I can’t… I won’t.”

Matt stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. 

Then, he shrugs, tone flat. “Alright.” 

He turns toward the door, yanking it open with a sharp motion, and for a brief second, he hesitates, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes meet yours, and they’re cold, empty. “Delete my number. Don’t contact me. Ever.”

And with that, he’s gone. 

The door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence he’s left behind while you sit there, staring at the empty space where he stood, your hands trembling in your lap as the weight of his words sinks in. 

The tears come harder now, unstoppable, your chest heaving as you clutch the blanket tighter around yourself as the sobs wrack your body, choking and spluttering for breath. 

He’s gone, and you’re left alone, your heart shattering into pieces too small to put back together, unsure if you'll ever be mended again.

authors note (2). also this is lowkey giving an au character of mine.

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COULD THIS GO ON FOREVER ` pjs

when you're worried about your boyfriend catching a cold, but all he's concerned about is getting a kiss from you in the rain ˎˊ˗

엔하이픈 ✮ pjs x f!reader

genre: uni au | fluff | skinship | kissing | making out | est. relationship

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18:56

You sighed for the third time, glancing at the time displayed on your lockscreen.

You felt like you were suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings.

The way the wind blew stronger than usual, the way the dense clouds moved quicker across the dark sky, covering the moon.

The way the campus field in front of you lay empty as you were the only one sitting on the stands, and the way it was past time, yet your boyfriend was no where to be seen.

He was supposed to be meeting you where you were right now, but his text said "6:30".

Maybe his classes must be dragging today.

You thought, the smell of rain hitting your senses.

"Fuck." You muttered, realizing you had no umbrella, neither a raincoat. And you hated getting wet in the rain.

You sat there, sheltered by the roofs that covered the stands, noticing how it began to drizzle rather quickly. And so you hoped that your boyfriend was carrying something to cover up.

Fetching your phone from your bag, you were about to text him again when you noticed somebody jogging towards you, across the stands.

"Oh my god Jay, what took you so long?" You stood up, facing him as he slightly panted.

"My stupid teammates bailed out on me and Hoon to finish the whole damn project." He rolled his eyes, keeping his bag on the stand.

"But that's not how it works. Y'all are supposed to work on it together. All of you." You raised an eyebrow.

"I know. Unfortunately they don't care about what grade they get but, I do." He sighed, taking a seat.

You couldn't help but sit back down as well.

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. I should've texted you." Jay looked at you, placing his hand on yours that rested on your lap.

"It's okay really. But I think we're gonna be stuck here for a while now since....you don't have an umbrella either." You intertwined your fingers with his.

"I mean, it's not too bad, is it?"

He knew you didn't like the rain too much yet you shook your head, smiling at him because even if you were stuck, you were stuck with him.

"It's not, now that you're here." You leaned towards him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Jay chuckled, bringing up another hand to gently caress your hair.

You both sat in comfortable silence for the next few minutes, Jay's thumb subconsciously drawing slow circles on your hand.

"I wanna do something." He suddenly spoke, causing you to lift your head off of his shoulder.

"What?"

"It's gonna be crazy." He shook his head before standing up, slowly removing his hand from your grasp.

"What do you mean?" Your lips tugged upwards as you watched him take off his sneakers and socks.

He didn't answer you but gave you a look before walking a few steps down the stands, right into the field.

"Jay what the fuck!?" You gasped, watching how his shirt turned translucent as he pushed his hair back, getting drenched in the evening showers.

You walked down the stands too, but stopped right at the edge of the shade above, the mist already hitting your face.

"This isn't a good idea you know." You stated, making sure he heard you despite of the pitter-patters of the rain.

"I've always wanted to do this." He smiled, tilting his head upwards, feeling the raindrops sprinkle on the expanse of his face.

Something about the way you could literally see his fatigue wash off, the tension lifting off of his shoulders as he sighed in content, made you feel at ease as well.

Jay had been stressing about his piled up uni work and projects for the past week and it did take a toll on him. Sleepless nights, being offline, skipping meals; you'd seen it all.

But Jay was glad he had you.

His comfort, his home, his everything. The relationship you shared was more than just sharing sweet moments with each other.

Being final year students was not easy. But you and Jay always made sure to help each other out and be there for each other during the ups and downs despite pursuing completely different majors.

"Come on, baby." He moved his gaze to your figure, stretching his arms for you to join him.

"I don't want both of us to get sick, Jay." You shook your head, folding your arms.

"We won't. Now come on. Trust me this feels amazing." He tried to convince you as you couldn't help but think about it.

Maybe it wasn't too bad as he said.

Maybe this could help you feel relaxed as well.

You took off your slides, placing them in the corner before turning your gaze back to him.

"If I get sick-"

"We'll be sick together." Jay cut you off with a smirk.

"You're insufferable." You shook your head before moving out of the shade, immediately feeling the cool drops dampen your clothes as the plastic grass felt rather pleasant under your feet.

"SO COLD OH GOD." You shrieked, grabbing Jay's outstretched hand as he pulled you towards him.

He laughed at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Isn't this romantic?" He swayed you side to side as you placed your arms over his shoulders.

"Cliché." You rolled your eyes playfully, your lips tugging upwards.

"Sometimes life is about being cliché. Living like we're in a movie instead of this mundane world." He leaned closer, his nose touching yours as you felt your heart begin to swell.

This moment began to make sense to you, began to feel rather magical as you slowly understood what Jay was trying to convey.

And you loved it.

"You're right." You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of the earth along with the hints of musk and peppermint from your boyfriend.

"Relax with me." He whispered, pulling you flush against him, his lips contrastingly warm against the cool and damp surface of your cheek.

He dragged his lips from your cheekbone to the soft edge of your jaw, tilting his head to place a teasing kiss under your ear, making you closing your eyes and slowly fist the collars of his shirt as a tantalizing wave of pleasure bloomed inside of you.

He moved back to look at your face, your eyes now looking back at him with a gaze that explained why your fingers were moving up to trace his bottom lip, wiping a droplet of water.

Proceeding to kiss your fingertips, Jay then gently held your wrist, guiding it back to his shoulder before leaning in.

His lips enveloped yours in a kiss that felt magnetic, like a key that fit in just right. Like his lips were made to devour yours, slow and warm.

He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your back arched, feeling like you couldn't get enough of the heat in between. Your lips moved against his, your tongue occasionally teasing.

Jay let out a low grunt, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head, his tongue moving past your lips, clashing yours gently.

You let out a soft moan, your hands sliding to his face as the continuous movement of his jaw under your palms made you weak in your knees.

The rain was cold in contrast to the blooming heat, the feeling of his body against yours as he caged you into his embrace.

"Could this go on forever?" He mumbled against your lips as you gave a slow nod.

"Let's go home and we shall find out." You placed a kiss on his jaw, his skin cool against your mouth.

"I see what you're tryna do, sweetheart." He smirked.

"Come on." You gave him a knowing look before taking his hand and pulling him back under the shade of the stands.

"Already? What's the rush?" Jay raised a brow, his lips tugging up even more.

You didn't speak too much as you let him think about whatever he assumed from your words, shaking your head as you tried not to break into laughter.

Taking your belongings, the two of you quickly made it to his apartment since it was nearer.

"Ahhh, so warm." You chirped, placing your hot chocolate mug on the coffee table as you turned to look at your beloved boyfriend who proceeded to side-eye you.

"So this is what you meant when you said, let's go home and we shall find out? " He asked before taking a sip from his own mug.

"Mhm. What else did you think? Of course we can't be kissing in the rain forever you idiot. You'd be sick by now." You laughed, moving your gaze to the TV that played one of your favorite series.

"Argh, but at least can we kiss now? Please...?" He kept his mug down before shifting closer to you and resting his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Yeah just give me like, eight more minutes okay? I'm at the main scene right now." You ran your fingers through his soft dark hair in a comforting manner.

"I better get my kiss though." He yawned, snuggling closer as he felt you nod in acknowledgement.

You watched the rest of the episode, sighing in satisfaction before switching off the television.

An instant ache made its way to your chest when you looked down to find him asleep, soft snores leaving his lips. His legs were tucked in, his breath was slow.

He was clinging to you because he was tired and sleepy. How could you not have noticed?

"Oh, my love..." You whispered to him, stroking his hair, feeling a little guilty yet smiling in endearment.

He looked like a little cat in your arms like that.

You kissed the top of his head, trying not to make sharp movements to wake him up.

Yet he did.

"Sorry I woke you up." You slightly frowned.

"Hmmm, you didn't kiss me yet, did you?" He opened an eye, looking up at you, his voice groggy with sleep.

You broke into a soft grin, shaking your head as you let him sit up and stretch a little.

You then leaned forward, cupping his cheeks with your palms as you pressed your lips to his.

He instantly melted as he smiled lazily against your lips, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

He had finally gotten his long awaited kiss from his favorite person, his love.

What could ever be better than this?

Note: Thank you so much for reading! Hope y'all liked it :)