#HIS FUCKING SMILE PLEASEEEEEEE

[chanstopher]

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[spineless-lobster]

HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE?!?!? HELLO?!?!?!? SIR?!?!??!?? SIR PLEASE I HAVE THE CONSTITUTION OF A WET NAPKIN I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!!!! 😭😭😭

[wrioluvr]

flirty playboy x mature male reader

this stupid ass meme had been on my mind forever and i realised how funny it would be to have a slutty playboy who just sleeps with anyone to seriously pine over a more mature, secure guy who doesn't fall for any of his shallow charms and tricks.... here are just some blurbs of their dynamic (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

his name is roman. he's a little toxic, but he just wants to be loved.

cw: some smut, top male reader

it all started with a little night out. you didn't do those often, due to devoting most of your time towards work and earning a stable career, but finishing this particularly gruelling assignment called for a celebration. at the bar, dancing with your friends, a good-looking man with a playful glint in his eyes approached you full of bravado. he told you how handsome you were, and had been eyeing you from across the room for a while now. but from a single glance, you could tell he was the type to break hearts. beach-blonde dyed hair, a tight fitting tank top revealing his muscular build, an eyebrow piercing, the way his mouth curled up so subtly into a little smirk.... he was everything you knew to avoid getting serious with. but a little hookup couldn't hurt, right? you deserved a little fun.

and it didn't hurt you at all. a few failed relationships had made you wise beyond your years, knowing to easily seperate the good guys from the bad. you knew your self-worth. roman, on the other hand, was absolutely smitten. no other man had fucked him THIS good, gave him such gentle aftercare, and even let him stay as long as he needed. the way you so effortlessly lifted his legs up to thrust in and out of him at a rhythmic pace, or fondling his tits and squeezing his nipples softly while you hit it from the back, or tenderly running your fingers down his spine, arching it sensually.... he loved it all. it was clear to him that you prioritised his pleasure as much as your own, and it showed in how he orgasmed several times before you even came in him once, panting breathlessly while wearing the sluttiest expression of his life. it was nothing like any of the men he had sex with before. afterwards, you let him stay the night in a guest room, and even brewed a cup of coffee for him in the morning.

roman was damn near tears when you offered to drop him off at his house before you headed off to work. if he was being honest with himself, his insecurities were the root of his constant need for sexual intimacy, so being treated with genuine kindness for once was new to him.

"is dropping you off here alright?" you ask, turning into the road of his apartment complex.

"y-yeah...." he looks out the window, unsure how to look you in the eyes.

"okay. thanks for last night. stay safe." your words carried an air of finality to them, like you were so sure the two of you would never cross paths again. he didn't like that.

"uh, uh......" he stuttered, all his usual flirtatiousness thrown out the window as he couldn't meet your gaze. "could i... get your number?"

your friendly smile froze on your face. "uhhhh.... sorry, i'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

he quickly regained his composure, charm turned up to the max. shifting his tank top so more of his chest was exposed and you could notice his nipples protruding, roman whispered in a low tone, "that's okay! we can just be casual... and fuck anytime you like." a wink. a hand on your thigh.

"jeez... okay, no offense, but i've heard rumours from my friends that you're a bit of a... playboy. i'm not interested in being your toy, sorry."

roman's face flushed in embarrassment, knowing what you said was true. except the part on him seeing you as a toy. that was untrue. he could feel a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. were these... butterflies?

maybe begging would work.

"okay fine, i am a bit of a player... but please, please, pleaseeeeeee.... let's be in contact, okay? as friends?" roman sniffled pathetically, shaking your shoulder in desperation. he needed to be in your presence. why weren't his usual maneating tactics working?!?!

"alright. here you go. just don't spam me or anything, okay? i gotta go for work. see you." you sigh, a little exasperated but choosing not to let it show. he immediately lit up, typing your number in his contacts and saving many hearts next to your name. you prayed your acts of basic human decency wouldn't cause him to catch feelings. you needed to focus on your job right now.

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3:02pm

[romanbabyxx]

hiiiiiii

[romanbabyxx]

i know you said not to spam you but like

[romanbabyxx]

i miss u

[romanbabyxx]

can we meet up at the bar for drinks or something like that? please?

3:10pm

you check the messages on your phone, rolling your eyes and ignoring them. he was probably sending this text to at least three other guys right now. he had a history of cheating, based on what you heard from your friends. you weren't going to be another one of his victims.

5:35pm

[romanbabyxx]

are u ignoring me?

[romanbabyxx]

im sorryyyyyyyy

[romanbabyxx]

pls hit me back when ur free

7.30 pm

[name]

sorry, just got off work. will be super busy this week, so not free. mb.

[romanbabyxx]

oh, its okay! next week then?

[name]

i'll see

this went on for a few weeks, you constantly evading his invitations, being polite and professional, never too intimate over text. roman was starting to get fed up. he's so used to getting everything he wants, he doesn't know what to do when he actually has to work for the one he desires. he actually hadn't hooked up with anyone since your one night stand, but you didn't believe that.

roman was at his wits' end. he could only think of one final plan to get your attention.

trying to make you jealous.

over the next week, he hooked up with any and everyone he met in the bar, not bothering to keep his slutting around discreet. he wanted you to hear the rumours. he wanted you to feel a sense of unease within your very being. he wanted you to feel possessive. he wanted you, to want him. the whole time, even as he was getting fucked, he could only imagine you caressing him, holding him close, loving him.

his deeds didn't go unnoticed. your friends told you about it, yet you didn't feel anything in the slightest. you were right, after all... he forgot about you within a week and moved on to whichever poor man he would leave high and dry next.

the next time you bumped into him at the bar, roman was his usual, party-loving self, excitedly slinging an arm around you, a drink in hand. his plan had to work, surely? you would be begging to have him back. but yet, when he offhandedly (yet so intentionally) mentioned how much dick he had been getting the past week, anticipating your change in expression, nothing happened. "oh. good for you." was all you said.

he sputtered, flustered by your calm demeanour. didn't you care? at all?! "but.... but.... aren't you jealous? that i've been hooking up with other guys?!"

you stare at him, a genuine quzzical expression plastered across your face. "why would i be? it's not like we're dating or anything. it was just a one time thing."

your words hit like a knife through his heart. he clutched his chest dramatically, a pout forming on his lips. "i'll be faithful! i promise!" his words came out more desperate than he intended. he felt so vulnerable, so naked, yet you were the face of serenity. your unimpressed eyes stared through his soul, as if you were scrutinising his very core. he knew you could heal him, make him feel loved, but he was starting to doubt there was any possibility you would feel the same.

"i'm sure that's what you said to the last guy you cheated on."

.

.

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i intended for this to be lighthearted but why was it actually kinda depressing tbh

[lewisvinga]

my mistake | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; lando had been chasing after oscar’s friend, y/n for a couple months now. he’s confused on why she keeps dismissing him until he finally got his answer

fc; nailea devora

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification

note; requested !

masterlist !

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others

yourusername: thank u mclaren n oscar for having me 🧡

tagged; oscarpiastri, mclaren

mclaren: always a joy to have you😎🧡

username: pretty girls stan y/n

oscarpiastri: ur annoying

yourusername: god forbid a girl ask for food

oscarpiastri: i kept getting weird stares bc you made me get you 4 plates of food.

yourusername: THE CHICKEN PASTA WAS GOOD🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️

username: her friendship w oscar is everything

username: PAPAYAAA

landonorris: you’re forgetting someone 🤔

yourusername: no i don’t think so

landonorris: a handsome brit? 😁

yourusername: oh! lewis😁

landonorris: i meant me…

yourusername: ok !

username: lando😭

Y/N L/N ANSWERS YOUR FAN QUESTIONS!

lando👍

y/n

y/n

y/n🌷

what now lando

lando👍

what happened to u and why’d u distance yourself from f1😁

y/n🌷

none of ur business

lando👍

pleaseeee

aren’t we bffs😁😁😁

y/n🌷

no we are not

you just got my number from osc

lando 👍

well i’m not leaving you alone until you tell me

y/n

y/nnnnnn

answer

answer

answer

pleaseeeeeee🙏

y/n🌷

you really don’t remember?

lando👍

no?

y/n🌷

2019

i was starting to gain a following but nothing like what i have now

and i went to a race and i was so excited to be there and then i saw you

of course i was happy to see you but then when i smiled, you just rolled your eyes at me and looked really annoyed at me

and that hurt , lando

lando👍

shit

y/n i honestly don’t remember

but fuck i’m sorry

y/n🌷

whatever im over it

just sucks when someone you’re a fan of acts annoyed by u xx

but then i met osc and now he’s my friend so now i’m back into this f1 shit

lando👍

y/n seriously i’m so sorry

it was my mistake, i must’ve thought you were someone else

let me make it up to you

y/n🌷

it’s fine lando

past is past but just wanted you to know

lando👍

no i wanna make it up

y/n🌷

i said it’s fine

lando👍

nope!

not until i can make u laugh

at least let me take you out for lunch

y/n🌷

hmmmmm

fine

but i’m gonna order a feast

lando👍

fine by me😁

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, and others

yourusername: how does 1 live knowing that u invited someone out for food only to steal their fries ….. #landonorrisisover

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: u got full after 3 bites of your burger

yourusername: wrong it was 4! and it was a very big n filling burger!!

landonorris: omg u finally posted me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yourusername: don’t make me delete this post, lando norris 😒

username: i just know lando is giggling knowing he finally made it to a y/n post

username: did months of lando norizz flirting in her comments actually pay off??

oscarpiastri: wow.

yourusername: omw w fries for u don’t worry pooks

landonorris: worry if i eat them all

oscarpiastri: shut up lando norizz

lilyzneimer: miss u sm🥹🥹

yourusername: i miss u more💔 lmk when ur going to a race 😞

username: y/n gorgeous omg

username: wait who is that???

username: f1 driver and teammates w y/n friend oscar!

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55, and others

lando.jpg: the gf chronicles

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: fuck u and those stupid burgers and ur stupid jokes and ur stupid cute smile and the latte u bought me

lando.jpg: don’t worry guys she just hasn’t had her afternoon nap yet

yourusername: i’m so tired 😞😞

yourusername: bf🔥

lando.jpg: gf🔥

username: oh hello

username: wHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

username: she’s scute i love her sm

username: idk who i want more him or her

carlossainz55: about time ! i didn’t know how many more calls of you talking about y/n i could handle!😂😂

yourusername: awh he talks abt me??

lando.jpg: not you exposing me, carlos 😒

oscarpiastri: fuck you you left me with half of my fries that time

lando.jpg: they were good sorry not sorry

yourusername: bro he’s such a fries stealer, i can’t ever eat my fries in peace

lando.jpg: tomato tomato

[crazyco0tz]

I’m working on a new way to submit nsfw requests but until then I’ll gladly take this request^

{ stray kids favorite reward }

Hyung!line

Warnings: soft smut, pegging, dom!reader, fem!reader

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

*chan

Simple enough his favorite reward is def getting to cum. he loves his rewards to be simple, once he’s finally getting to cum he needs you to hold him through it whispering about how much he deserves it! (If he actually does deserve it)

If it’s been a long time since hes cum he’ll make sure he’s been his best then he gathers up the courage to ask; “Can you pleaseeeeeee make me cum miss? It’s been days…”

Very few times you pity his pathetic begs enough to actually let him but most of the time you tell him off for being oh so needy

in fact all you need to do is place your hand on top of his clothed dick and he does all the rest

But he still needs to hear reassurance from your silky voice. “So good for me” “can’t hold it anymore baby?” “You deserved every bit of this” ect ect.

He eats up every “good boy” and “I’m so proud of you” like candy~ he could definitely cum untouched just by hearing your voice.

*minho

He also likes it plain, he has made it very clear that his all time favorite reward is kisses, EVERYWHERE

after you both finish he loves being called a good boy while he flops over so you can kiss all up him back, bonus points if you have plumping gloss on, he loves the tingling feelings it really makes him relaxed especially after all the dirty things you just did to him

Sometimes hes just so fucked out that he just lays there with a smile on his face while he feels your lips pecking on every hickey and scratch you gave him. PAMPER HIMM TOO!!

Whether it be wet sloppy kissed or soft pecks he just loves to have your lips all over his body especially his face. Calling him your pretty doll while smothering his face with kisses after he made such a mess on the bed is just perfect.

*changbin

I feel like he would be on his hands and knees begging just for you to use a vibrater on him. I can just imagine him about to cum all over your hand before pulling your hand away and pleading. “No!! N-no… I wanna cum with the vibrater today.. please?” How could you say no?

He also goes crazy for remote controlled vibraters too, his favorite sensation controlled by you? He LOVES it

But just because it’s a reward doesn’t mean you can’t be a tease. “I’ll bet I can make you cum with this in under 10 seconds binnie~” his flushed cheeks didn’t deplete his confidence.

“HA! I’ll bet I can lasted more that 40 se-. AHH~ F-FUH.. Y/NNIE!” The second the wand touched his tip he was practically screaming in under 10 seconds. And he loves every second of it.

Hyunjin

Lingerie+pegging he wants to feel pretty and what better way to make him feel like a princess then to put him in some cute baby blue stockings and fuck his brains out. unlike the others he’s humble and never asked for a reward he always waits and when it does arrive it’s so worth it

“Aw arent You pretty?” You coo, he giggled in excitement  “I’m v-very pretty!” You peck his cheek before leaning into his ear “so pretty I think you deserve a little something~” he instantly hops up and runs to your shared room

His favorite position is when you hook both of his legs over your shoulders so you can hit his special spot every time.

He also seems like a “fuck me until I can’t speak” kinda guy, which you gladly do. Only 5 minutes in all that can come out of his mouth is “AHH~ AH~ AHHH~ M-MOR..MORE~” while he clutches his pretty lingerie mini skirt in his hands

But he’s always so sad that he gets cum all over his fancy lingerie by the end of it, but you can always make him feel better by stripping it off and fucking him again🤷‍♀️

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My first nsfw post LETS GO

Anyways pt.2 coming soon obvvv

Bye sweeties😮‍💨😮‍💨

[luxaofhesperides]

Please continue ghostlights multiverse constant au with Earth 0 having a happy ending together cuz halfa Danny is impossible to really kill anymore pleaseeeeeee 😭

(part one)

Danny is destined to die once he meets Duke. He knows this; he’s seen how their friendship leads to Danny’s death is so many different lives. There’s no doubt in his mind that the only way to ensure Danny lives a long life is to stay away from him.

Which is why the universe decides to make Danny pop up constantly. It’s clearly trying to get him killed, and Duke refuses to let that happen!

It starts innocently enough. They cross paths briefly at a bus stop, bumping into each other as Duke gets off the bus and Danny moves to go on it. He recognizes Danny immediately, feels a little spark go through him when their shoulders brush against each other. Something in him says I know you. I miss you.

He pulls back a step and offers a quick apology. Danny waves it off and looks at him as through searching for something. He opens his mouth to say something, but Duke can feel the threads of fate tighten around their throats and hurries away. 

He waits until he hears the bus pull away, then glances behind him to watch it go before he slows down to a normal walking pace and heads for the mall where he planned to meet his friends. 

Duke’s heart pounds in his chest. He can’t get Danny’s eyes out of his head; so painfully blue, so nostalgic, so doomed. 

This is for the best, he reminds himself. This is so Danny can live. That’s all that matters.

The moment’s passed, anyways. They’re still strangers, and they’ll stay that way. 

He takes another minute to collect himself, then plasters on a smile and heads into the mall to find his friends.

The next six times, Duke has to save Danny as the Signal, appearing just in time to stop a mugging, an armed store robbery, a car trying to run Danny over, and fighting off Man-Bat who, for some reason, took one look at Danny and went fuck this guy, actually.

Duke is stressed. He’s Stressed™ and if anyone tries to take out Danny again he’s just going to start screaming. 

For whatever reason, the universe is just out to get Danny now that they’ve run into each other once. Duke’s life is a cosmic joke, and he’s stuck in the center of it all waiting for the moment comedy turns into tragedy. 

It’s gotten to the point that Duke expects to find Danny in some sort of dangerous situation as soon as he starts patrol. He’s starting to dread going out, but he needs to; Gotham needs the Signal to keep the streets safe during the day, and Danny needs Duke to save his incredibly unlucky ass nearly every single day.

The first two hours go fine. He stops an armed robbery and a car jacking, chases away some creeps from the working girls, and gets a blueberry muffin from the bakery that’s been around forever, on account of the old woman running it thinking he’s a good lad who needs to eat more.

Duke begins to hope that he’ll have a quiet patrol. He begins to hope that Danny is safe and not in mortal danger for once.

His hopes are immediately dashed when he spots Danny on a rooftop, standing way too close to the edge.

Heart in his throat, Duke crosses the space between them in an instant, slingshotting himself forward through shadows.

He intends to pull Danny back, to say something, to try and shake some common sense into him so he actually has a chance at living a long life. Duke doesn’t get to do any of that; as soon as he steps out of the shadows, Danny turns to face him with a tired smile.

“There you are,” he says. “I knew you’d find me.”

“What? I—listen, can you step back from the ledge for me?”

Danny steps back, keeping his eyes on Duke. He doesn’t seem to mind that the Signal is so hesitant in this moment, keeping his distance. 

“I wasn’t sure at first,” he says, as if he never stopped talking, “But I had a feeling. You’ve probably had it too, right? It’s why we keep being pushed together, and why my luck has been so awful ever since I came to Gotham.”

He knows, is the first thing Duke things. But how can that be? If Danny knows about all those other universes where they had each other, then he knows how it ends. If he knows, then he should be trying to keep his distance from both Duke and the Signal before he gets killed.

“It’s you under that mask, isn’t it? Duke.”

The way Danny says his name brings him back to all those other lives where they had each other from the start. He sounds so sure of himself, as if he’s always known Duke.

It’s only when Duke says, “How?” that Danny falters, fear briefly crossing his expression before it settles into something more neutral. His fingers begin to pull at the cuffs of his jacket sleeves, confidence melting away. 

“Do you… not know me?”

The quietness of his voice, the fragility of it, breaks Duke’s heart. He doesn’t stop to think before he answers, “I know you. Of course I know you, Danny.” Then he blinks, shakes his head, and says, “Wait. No. I know of you. We haven’t really met this life.”

“It’s the dreams, right? They make things so confusing.”

“You’ve been getting them too?”

“I may be the cause of them,” Danny says with a wince. “Due to some, uh… ghostly magic shenanigans. It wasn’t on purpose! But it is kinda my fault.”

Ghostly magic? Okay, sure, why not. Who is Duke to judge the bizarre things that exist in their world. He has superpowers and his biological father is an evil immortal. He has absolutely no leg to stand on when it cames to the weird and the unexpected. Might as well roll with it, since this is his life now.

Besides, there’s more important things to focus on, such as: “Okay, so, just to be on the same page, you’ve been getting the same dreams as me, yeah? The ones where you always die? Those dreams?”

And Danny, very casually, answers, “Yeah.”

“Dude,” Duke says, pained, “If you know that meeting me leads to your death, then why are you seeking me out?!”

“What?”

“Have you not seen how you die young in every single universe? Because I have! And it’s messing me up!”

Danny blinks at him, then looks guilty, hunching in on himself. “Oh, yeah. That. Uh, yeah, so…” he trails off and bites his lip, gaze kept downwards so he doesn’t have to meet Duke’s eyes. “I do die young always, yeah, but it’s totally not your fault! I just do that!”

“You just do that,” Duke repeats, pained. 

“Yeah. I just die young.”

“Is this somehow not a problem for you.”

To his immense displeasure, Danny has the nerve to shrug and say, “Eh, not really.”

“Danny.”

“It’s okay! Really!” Danny says, a little frantically, “And also it has nothing to do with you! None of my deaths have been your fault, it’s just a thing that happens to me!” And then, in a quiet, rushed mumble, “Also I already died in this universe so it’s fine.”

A strangled sound bursts out of Duke’s throat as he tries very hard not to start yelling. He puts his head in his hands and holds back a heavy sigh because the boy of his literal dreams is stressing him out so much he’s about to dissolve into ashes and ascend to a higher realm where he has no worries. 

Unfortunately, he’s not quite there yet, so Duke has to deal with living in the reality where Danny admits he already died because that’s just what he does: die young. 

Which is, apparently, not Duke’s fault at all. Cool. 

Cool cool cool. He’s definitely not going to have a breakdown about this.

A hand gently tugs on his wrist, making him lift his head to meet Danny’s worried gaze. “Hey, you alright? Do you wanna sit down for a minute?”

And you know what? Duke does want to sit down for a minute. He’s earned it. 

He nods, and Danny carefully guides him back to where the roof access door is, so they can sit with their backs against something and be away from the edge where curious eyes might spot them. It feels easy, practiced, as if they’ve done this a thousand times before instead of just now having their first conversation. Their lives have been linked and twisted together, though only for a short time before death takes Danny away. 

He knows Danny, despite how illogical it is, and that’s what makes him take off his helmet and exposure his face to the world. 

Danny knows him too, after all. 

There is no hiding from someone who is meant to be in his life.

Danny’s smiling softly when he turns to look at him. “Hey, Duke. It’s good to see you properly. Is it weird to say that I’ve missed you even though we’ve technically never met in this life?”

“Nah,” he replies, “I missed you too. Please stop scaring me like that.”

“I make no promises. Expect for this: dying won’t take me away from you in this life. I’ve got it handled.”

“I don’t… I don’t think that’s someone anyone can have handled.”

“I’ve got it handled,” Danny repeats firmly. 

Duke shakes his head with a small laugh. He got so caught up in the guilt of leading to Danny’s death, of being unable to save him, of losing  him in every universe, that he forgot how stubborn Danny is. 

It is a weight off his chest, though. To know that it wasn’t his fault. To know that the worst has already come to pass long before they met in this universe, so they don’t have to fear the future together. 

“So,” he says, “Tell me more about these magical ghostly shenanigans?”

“At least wait until the second date for personal questions,” Danny jokes.

“Okay. Wanna grab dinner tonight?”

It’s nice to see that Danny blushes easily in this universe too. “Isn’t that moving a little fast?”

“We’ve been dreaming about a bunch of other universes where we’re together. We know each other even though we don’t know each other. We’re well past moving fast, dude.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Danny nods. “Alright. Dinner tonight, then. Take me to the best place for breakfast foods in Gotham. I’ve been craving pancakes all week.”

“Sure, I can do that. Mind giving me your number so I can figure out where to pick you up from?”

Danny nods and begins patting his pockets in search of… something. Duke means to grab his phone and hand it to Danny to get his number, but he’s quickly distracted as Danny gives up on his pockets and shoves a hand directly into his own chest. 

Ghostly magic shenanigans. This is probably part of it?  Danny doesn’t look alarmed by this at all, so Duke rolls with it and shoves away his shock at the sight. 

“Aha!” Danny holds up a sharpie in triumph. He sure did pull that straight out of his ribcage. Duke is so chill with it. 

He lets Danny take hold of his arm, removing a wrist gauntlet so he can write on the skin. The cool ink of the sharpie makes him shiver, but otherwise, he stays still. Danny writes carefully, in smooth movements. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds, then he pulls the sharpie away and blows a surprisingly cold breath against Duke’s wrist to help the ink dry faster.

“There we go,” he says with a smile. “Let me know when you wanna have our date, okay? I’m free whenever, so don’t worry about accommodating me or anything.

“I’ll text you once I’m ready,” Duke agrees. He stands up, looking over the numbers written on his wrist. He memorizes them, then puts his wrist gauntlet back on. It’s about time for him to get back to being the Signal, as much as he hates to leave Danny here when they’ve finally been able to have a quiet moment to themselves. 

“I’ll see you later, then.” Danny hesitates, then leans forward and presses a quick, chaste kiss against Duke’s cheek. Duke blinks at him, stunned, his heart skipping a beat. 

He doesn’t get the chance to return the gesture; Danny flushes red, backs up a few steps with a shy grin, and says, “Okay, bye Duke! Stay safe out there!” And then he’s gone, blinking out of sight, and it’s only his meta powers that let him see a faint wispy outline where Danny was. 

It moves, floating up in the air, then flies away like smoke in the breeze. 

Ah, Duke thinks, Ghostly. He’s a ghost. I’ll worry about that later.

His fingers brush against the spot where Danny kissed him. Then he puts his helmet back on and focuses on swinging through the streets of Gotham, ready for anything. 

The sooner he gets done with patrol, the better, after all. He needs all his focus to do that so he can start getting ready for his date with Danny, the literal boy of his dreams. 

This time, this life, this universe, they’re gonna do it right. They’ll make up for all the time their other selves lost. They’ll cherish every minute together, one pancake date at a time.

And to think, it only took a couple dozen different lives to get here.

[elliesmistress]

Here are some loser!Ellie hc's, my imagination about how Ellie "coming out to Joel" and just her in general.

Warnings: swearing, drug usage (weed) Ellie is in high school (but in her final year so she's 18), no use of y/n, suggestive themes (kissing and cuddling AHHH 🤭🤭🤭), Ellie bottoms! 😨😨

♡ Loser!Ellie who met you during band practice at school, she was tuning her guitar and you came up to her and Dina .

"hey, is anyone using this drum kit?" Your tone was so sweet and my god did Ellie fold, she was just stuck, she couldn't say anything and Dina laughed at her. "No one's using it hon, you can use it" and when you played, my fucking god was Ellie shocked- she never thought someone so innocent looking would play so fucking good.

♡ Loser!Ellie who DEFINITELY offered to give you guitar lessons just so she could get closer to you and to give you lessons-

"hey, so I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mine sometime?" You ask Ellie and she freezes, she can't believe you've just asked her that and she agrees and that's how you guys started dating

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely NEVER tells Joel about you two dating but he's not dumb

♡ Loser!Ellie who whenever she gets back from school and Joel would ask about her day, she would go ON AND ON about you, like will NOT shut up about you. "That's nice kiddo, do you maybe wanna tell me what you did today?"

♡ Loser!Ellie 100% denies being gay, it's so obvious tho, like. She's got her Calvin Klein boxers all over her room, the way she talks about you, the way she gets all nervous whenever you come over for a "sleepover" (it was really a sleepover date) she CANNOT stop blushing when you're around her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who taught you how to rip a fat cone from a bong . "Yeah so like you kinda just" she put the bong to her mouth, using the lighter she blows in and breathes in for a decent 20 seconds before blowing out, let's just say you both hot boxed the room. Thank fuck Joel wasn't home.

♡ Loser!Ellie who 100% got you stoned for the first time (at Joel's house) and you called her "Els" for the first time and got SUPER tense and nervous, blushing like a little tomato <33

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely gets stoned with you and plays games like Minecraft, TWD (the game), horizon zero dawn.

♡ Loser!Ellie who refused to get up and pee when you were falling asleep on her shoulder, like this bitch was BUSTING but nope, can't move because you were falling asleep.

♡ Loser!Ellie who went downstairs shit faced stoned (eyes red, puffy eyes, very noticeable) because you were hungry and wanted a snack, who was "creeping" down the stairs and went to the pantry only for Joel to scare the shit out of her

"Ellie what are you doing?" She fucking screamed, dropping the chips "Joel?! What the fuck?"

"Go to bed kiddo it's late"

♡ Loser!Elliewho's a bottom, sorry I don't care about what y'all say, she's a bottom- your on her chest, she's hugging you closer to her and your planting little kisses on her collar bone. Once you both are asleep, Joel just knocks at the door and slightly opens it to make sure you guys are ok and he smiles when he sees you guys cuddling.

♡ Loser!Ellie who's 100% the little spoon, she wants to be all big and tough but as soon as you offer her "tough guy personality" immediately dies "do you want me to spoon you?" You offer and she frantically nods "yes, yes yes pleaseeeeeee"

♡ Loser!Ellie who falls asleep on your chest watching a super serious romance, comedy movie

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely listens to Rage against the machine, absolutely loves that fucking band, but she also likes chase Atlantic.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at a party with you and decides she can handle 5 shots (she can barely handle 2) so you have to drag her into the house with Joel laughing his ass off and she's just drunk and mumbling stupid shit "No! I'm not wasted you are!" Pointing at you and giggling like a little kid.

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely walks out of her room with the small hickey's you gave her (didn't want Joel to see) but he saw and brought it up making her blush because you were next to her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who's doing the dishes and you get home from work and run over to her and hug her from behind, kissing her gently on her shoulder and her giggling like a mad man- slightly pushing you off "babeeee, I'm doing the dishes!"

♡ Loser!Ellie who doesn't let you pay for food, ANY FOOD! If you guys are high and watching something and you do "babe? Can we get some uber eats?" She grabs her phone, you get what you want and go "here's my card" and she shushes you and pays with her card.

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely gets mad when you don't offer her to shower with you, you get home from work all sweaty and disgusting and she rushes over to you and hugs you-

"ewww, ellieeee!" You shriek "I'm all yucky get off" and she simply goes "missed you sm"

"okay well I gotta go shower so" and she lets go and gives you puppy dog eyes "without me?" Her voice is soft and sad, you giggle. Ofc not, go get the towels.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at dinner with Joel and Joel doesn't know how to bring it up but he just goes for it.

"Soo... She's a good friend of yours?" He says, putting down his fork. She looks up at him and nods "yeah" he coughs, looking at her with a stronger gaze than before "is she uh- is she your girlfriend?" Ellie looks at him and says "no"

"I wasn't born last night kiddo" he chuckles at how defensive she's gotten and then she finally admits it-

PART 2??

A/n: HIYAAA POOKIES <33 I know I've done absolutely fuck all the past few months BUT HEREEEEE (please don't come after my soul) haven't been too motivated to write again but I got motivated to write this and YES I am still WORKING on I never existed but yet again, it's not the type of writing I do because Ellie is a little cutie patooti , so I might change it slightlyyyyy so it's not AS TOXIC) love you all x

[meetmyothersouls]

OMG I’m begging you to write a fic about needy, stoned timmy

Munchies

Warnings: high Timothee, oral (fem receiving)

Come over, pleaseeeeeee.

I read the text, smiling at my self like a giddy teenager. How does a 27-year-old man have this effect on me?

Need me to bring snacks? I text back.

He's typing instantly.

Just your 🐱

I run a hand over my face already feeling heat building between my legs. Timothee is extra needy and horny when he's been smoking and considering it's a Friday after the few busy weeks he's had, I already know he's chosen his favorite method to wind down.

OMW I text back, eager to feel is tongue inside of me.

👅 👅👅 he responds.

His apartment door is already unlocked, and he's waiting for me, sitting on the arm of his sofa. He's wearing grey sweatpants and that I can already see his dick through and a grey hoodie to match. On anyone else it'd be too much grey, but on him it worked. Everything worked on Timothee.

He held his arms out to me, greeting me with grabby hands. When I'm in arms reach he grabs me and pulls me into him, his hands instantly searching for the quickest way to get me out of my clothes. His tired eyes meet mine and he blinks slowly.

"I missed you so much, baby," his voice is soft.

"You saw me yesterday, Tim." "Too long," he says pressing his lips against mine. "Way too long. Need you all the time." Timothees fingers hooked under my leggings and tugged downward. "Can these come off?"

"So eager," I tease, taking a step back and pushing them down along with my panties. I step out of the and Timothee pulls me back into him. One arm wrapping around my body and the other trailing down my front. I'm already wet, so when his fingers tease my folds he groans. He slides them in between my lips and delicately runs his fingertips against my clit. My knees are weak already.

"So hungry," Timothee corrects me when he breaks away from the kiss he'd been torturing me with. He stops rubbing me only to suck his index finger into his mouth, sucking my arousal from the digit followed by his middle finger then his ring finger. "Let's switch," Timothee says, spinning me around and pushing my ass against the arm of his couch. He's on his knees in front of me in an instant and spreads my legs wide open. Before I have a chance to brace myself, his head is in between my legs and his tongue dives straight into my entrance, teasing my hole. I throw my head back and let out a soft, drawn out moan. He swirls his tongue along my folds, mixing spit and arousal together creating a wonderful concoction to tease my clit with. The tip of his tongue circles the bundle of nerves, and my knees open wider.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby. Yes, right there."

He hums a response against my core and it vibrates against my clit. I moan louder, not expecting the sensation to feel so good. I fall back, the cushions on Timothee's couch creating a soft landing for my back and head. This angle gives Timothee full access to every inch of my pussy. Everything on full display. He sucks my clit into his mouth, creating soft suckling noises and wet slurps. The sounds alone enough to bring me over the edge. Then he flattens his tongue, giving my pussy full laps at an agonizing pace.

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna come. Timmy, yes!"

My hips begin to move in rhythm with his tongue, riding the muscle as he brings me into bliss. My body convulses lightly as and I feel my clit throbbing under his tongue. He chuckles happily as I ride out my orgasm, giving me soft kisses to my center.

"Mmmm," Timothee moaned when I sat up. He stayed on his knees, wrapping his arms around my back and resting his cheek against my stomach.

"Good?" I asked, running my fingers through is curls.

"So good," he agreed.

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[starbabyg]

pleaseeeeeee jack and trevor share her

Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

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Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

[calltocupid]

hawktim (modern au) where they’re best friends. met their freshman year of college through the random roommate selection. and they’re still roommates nearly two years later, living in some house off campus with marcus, frankie, and a few of their other friends they met over the course of 3 years. and hawk is. hawk. and tim is sweet, sweet tim. with this painstakingly large crush on his best friend. on hawk.

and tim’s shy, okay? he is. he’s soft spoken and tends to be talked over and never defends himself. and doesn’t go out of his way much to introduce himself to people unless they approach him first. he’s guarded. sticks to his studies and goes to mass every sunday morning. is a good boy because he promised his mother he would be. doesn’t do the parties, the hook ups, the drugs. any of it. but hawk’s the complete opposite, and tim fucking aches for him.

but one evening, tim’s been convinced to come downstairs when frankie is throwing a little get together with some of the friends he’s made in the drag club he’s the president of on campus. is coaxed out of his room with soft whispers from frankie like there will be no funny business. i promise everyone’s nice. we need to get you socialized, baby. so tim follows him downstairs, and he ends up actually having a really good time. makes small talk, finds himself engaged in conversation and not being spoken over. and he hits it off with one of the guys, is red cheeked and smiling all sheepishly when he suddenly meets hawk’s eyes where hawk’s sitting on the couch. tim on the floor, practically hip to hip with this guy he suddenly cannot remember the name of. because hawk is staring at him. holds this intensity in his gaze tim cannot recall ever receiving from hawk before, and it leaves him even more flustered. has him turning his head bashfully, thumb pressing his glasses up against his nose as he tries to steady his heart beat.

and then some time has passed. and everyone’s a bit relocated, tim standing up now, conversing near the edge of the coffee table with another one of frankie’s friends. just mere inches away from where hawk is still pressed into the sofa. and he’s listening to some story about a funny costume mishap when suddenly he feels hands on his waist. strong and steady where they curl around his hipbones and guide him backwards. he barely has time to even register what’s happening before he’s being pulled down onto the couch. straight into hawk’s lap.

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i’m rambling but oh god i need it. someone write it. anyone write it. i need a whole fic of this. PLEASEEEEEEE

[iaintlithuanian]

“Idiot” || JJ Maybank x gn!pouge!reader

Summary: you pick jj up from the police station instead of his dad, after he takes the blame for Pope

WARNINGS:swearing, short, slight angst if you squint, fluff

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You walk to the station muttering under your breath along the way. “Stupid idiot” and “why can’t he just stay out of trouble.” Soon enough you arrive at the station and open the doors, heading to the reception desk. “Excuse me, I’m here for jj maybank” you say, in the politest voice you can.

“Are you family?” The officer asks. You roll your eyes thinking of a lie.

“Yeah, I’m his cousin, Luke, my uncle, asked if I could come pick him up cause he’s busy” you say, smiling slightly.

“Alright” he replies, holding his walky talky to his mouth “bring out maybank”

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“Your a fucking idiot” you half shout whilst walking down the road with jj. He stays quiet, you know he’s not affected by your slight scolding though, it’s one of the rare times you see him actually thinking. “What?” You ask getting impatient. “Spit it out already j” you snap.

“How’d you pay for bail?” He asks, taking you back slightly. “I mean 30k, you can’t just have that money laying around” he continues looking at you for the first time since you left the station.

“I didn’t” he gives you a confused look. “Your dad did..” your voice is quieter, but he hears what you said. “I spoke to him, told him I pick you up for him, all he had to do was pay the bill.” You solemnly say “ he’s hella pissed by the way, I’d stay away for a while” you warn.

“Alright” he says “at least we can pay off restitution when we find the gold” he says, trying to lighten the mood. You giggle in reply, making him smile and blush a little.

“Still, maybe getting arrested isn’t the best idea, what If we can find the gold?” You say raising your brow at him. “Shit must have been an experience tho” you laugh.

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list” he smiles, chuckling. You burst out laughing.

“Who the fuck puts getting arrested on their bucket list!?” You shout, laughing.

“I don’t know” he replies.

“An idiot, that’s who” you say stopping and looking at him. He turns and faces you.

“Then I guess I’m an idiot.” He smiles, melting you inside.

“Correction” you say putting your hand up and making him raise his brow. “My idiot” you say with sincerity, and grab his face and kiss him, both of you giggling. His hands come up to hold your wrists, kissing back gently. You pull away slowly, smiling up at him.

[kashimoswife]

Electric Love

Female reader x Kashimo Hajime

It's been a year. A year of torturous teasing and prodding with Kashimo Hajime. In exchange for his aid in the fight against Kenjaku and Sukuna you forfeit your freedom. Although, he has let you roam out in public, with his supervision. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever expect you'd actually develop feeling for the crazed century old sorcerer, but here you are, falling harder and deeper for him than any other man you've ever met. Thing is, the feelings are not only reciprocated but they are met with an intensity only he can exude. As you lose yourself in thought he slams the door open wearing nothing but a white towel and his teal colored hair completely down and he exhales deeply and looks into your eyes hungrily and like a lion about to catch a gazelle in it's paws. He looks almost animalistic and it makes you halt your breathing instantly. "I'm done, I'm done hiding this, this fucking need I have. I'm taking you. Right here, right fucking now Y/N." He growls out and pins you to your bed and seizes your lips in a searing and passionate kiss as he grinds his cock against your waist making you whimper. His hands tear through your clothing with ease and he slides his hand between your legs and hooks a finger under your panties and slowly pulls them down. "Please Kashi, please. Enough with the teasing. Please just fuck me." You beg and it's borders pathetic making him chuckle. "I'll decide when you've had enough teasing, princess, but keep begging and you may get exactly what you want." He states huskily and slowly teases your bundle of nerves with his thumb. "Kashiiii, pleaseeeeeee." You whine and your legs writhe in pleasure as he continues to stimulate you. "More princess, beg me more." Juices are squirting out of you so quickly from his stimming that you feel your orgasm hit and you sob out his name. "Daddy please fuck me. Please fuck me." Kashimo then pulls his hand away making your orgasm dissipate in an instant which immediately causes you to whine loudly when without warning you feel his cock press to your clitoris and you sharply take in air. "Look at what your about to take, princess." He commands and you look down and see his 10 and a half inch curved cock hard and veiny ready to pierce into your tight and warm pussy. "That's it. Look at how cutely you fixate on my cock. Look at what that tight little, perfect little pussy is about to take. I wonder if I'm your first? I suppose I can be gentle, but only for you princess." He whispers hotly in your ear before slowly easing into your pussy with a groan. "Ohhhh fuck. Ohhhh shit. Definitely your first. Fucking hell princess." You gasp and moan loudly as he eases into your pussy and relax into the sensation of him filling you completely. "Harder. You can go harder." You pant out and he immediately obliges thrusting harder into you hitting your g-spot with brutal precision making you cry out. He continues to accelerate his pace and you feel his unbridled electric nature take hold as you feel small volts of electricity shoot through your body increasing your desire exponentially making you both sky rocket to your orgasms. Suddenly his eyes lock with yours with more than just lust in their electric blue depths and he kisses you almost reverently as you both cum together in an explosive climax leaving you both breathless and panting on the bed. "Y/N, I love you. Wanting you to be mine wasn't a wing it situation. I've wanted this, you, in every capacity since the day we met on that battlefield." He says softly and pulls you into his chest protectively. "Kashi... I love you too." You whisper back as you press your forehead to his. "I'm glad. Now. Let's go shower and do this again later." He says with a grin and jumps out of the bed. You giggle and smile knowing, that despite his crazy nature, he truly loves you and always will, and what's more, you love him just the same amount.

[pankowperfection]

CNC with JJ pleaseeeeeee 🥵❤️ congrats love!

Warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), CNC

"Thanks for the ride home J, can't believe my car is broken down AGAIN." You miss the way he smirks to himself, having come by your work earlier to disconnect the starter so he could rescue you. You climb off his dirt bike, handing him the spare helmet before turning to face him. "Any time y/n. That's what friends are for."

You smile, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. "You want to come inside? I'll repay you with beer and a sandwich." His cock stirs to life in his pants, his well thought out plan going perfectly so far. "Sure sweetheart, lead the way." His eyes are glued to your long, tan legs showcased by your jean shorts as you walk up the stairs.

He's standing so close as you open the door that you can smell the slight scent of weed and salty air on his skin, a shiver breaking out over your body at the heat radiating off of him. After fumbling with the key you finally get the door open, JJ following closely behind as you make your way to the kitchen, mind swirling with all the things you can do for him.

"What kind of sandwich do you want?" you ask as you stretch on your toes to grab the bread from the cabinet. Before you can turn around you're roughly pressed against the counter, gasp escaping from your lips at the contact. His hot breath tickles your ear, goosebumps rising on your skin in fear mixed with arousal.

"I think there's something else I'd rather eat instead," he whispers, calloused fingers trailing up the back of your thighs. His dominant hand slips beneath your shorts and panties, intimately cupping your sex as you bite back a cry. "J no, we can't." Two fingers sink into your soaking pussy, his thumb finding your clit and making your legs threaten to give out.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be ridiculous. You're soaking for me." He drops to his knees, bending you over the counter as his shoulders force your legs apart. He yanks your shorts and panties down to your ankles in one swift motion, essentially locking you in place as he brushes his nose over your folds. When his tongue makes a slow path from your entrance to your clit you can't help but whimper, knuckles turning white at your grip on the counter.

"So sweet," he murmurs then gets to work, devouring you like its the last meal he'll ever have. He's everywhere, tongue alternating between fucking in and out of your entrance to lapping at your clit. One hand lands on your breast, pulling your shirt down so he can toy with your nipple. The other slides lazily up your thigh, leaving fire in its path before he buries two fingers into your heat once again.

"Fuck J, please." Your desperate pleas only spur him on, curling his fingers just right as he thrusts in and out of you. His tongue flicks gently over your clit, slowly driving you closer to the edge. More wetness seeps from you and he moans, eagerly lapping up every last drop. Just when you think you can't take any more he nibbles lightly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jerking as you cum with a scream.

He works you through it, slowing his fingers until they are just resting inside of you while you continue to squeeze him with the aftershocks. He stands quickly, turning you to face him before crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His erection presses against your stomach, huge length throbbing with his need. "How about you show me your gratitude by letting me fuck you?"

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[the-fluff-piece]

OMGGGG just finished ‘extra training’ and I absolutely loved it, it was so sexy and flirty, would you indulge us in a second part??? Pretty pleaseeeeeee maybe zoro getting hooked or something and just being the I don’t deserve you but no way in hell anyone else is having you so I’ll be better for you omg I’d dieeeeee

Hello dear anon! I am glad that you liked it :D

This one will not be explicitly smutty since its an anon request, but I hope you like it anyways, i also hope i understood your prompt correctly. Send me a private message if you want to confirm your Age and I'll ad a sexier part

Here's

Extra training 2

-> part 1

You and Zoro have been doing it for a few weeks now, that's when the wheel in his brain starts to turn and ask the inevitable question: what's between you and Mihawk???

You got Zoro to play tag with you in the castle, you thought it would be fun and sexy when he would catch you and that it would lead to lots of sex in different places around the castle. You didn't take his special needs into account though.

It turned into a game of Marco Polo because he lost you at every bend and you had to call out to give him a clue where you are.

"Zoro!" You cooed.

"FUCK WHY IS THERE A WALL" Zoro answered.

"Honey, maybe you just need to follow the hallway?" You helped him.

"Ah yeah I guess" you heard is rough voice come closer and had to giggle.

He peeked around the corner like the green haired monster he was and began chasing you again, arms raised and ready to grab you.

You lead him to a part of the castle where there was a massive room full of couches and mirrors that promised to be lots of fun. If he ever got there.

A loud bang could be heard - "fuck another wall!"

"Honey we're inside, there are walls, just look where you are going!" Zoro looked at you a bit crossing eyed - and since his gaze was fixed on your ass, he bumped against any corner and obstacle in the castle.

Visibly confused, but grinning like the idiot he was, he spotted your ass and chased you into the room.

"oh no, what am I going to do?" you mused, maybe overacting a little as you let yourself fall backwards into the cushions.

He didn't mind.

"I know what I am going to do now" he grinned and jumped on top of you.

Zoro

Apart from being separated from his crew and captain, things were going great for Zoro. He got trained by the best swordsman in the world, he got a girl that was a goddess of sex and was fun to be with. She took care of him and sometimes had more stupid ideas than him.

He could get used to this. He could tease her and chase her, fuck her in all holes and fall asleep in her arms every day. She was like a sexy surprise in this stupid castle.

After spending the day training and the evening pounding her through the mirror room, he was exhausted and fell asleep with a smile. Although he sometimes wondered - why was she here? He didn't ask anymore since she evaded the whole topic pretty expertly and didn't intend to be pushy. But he wondered.

Breakfast with the others has turned somewhat awkward since he and y/n had become a couple. Everyone pretended not to be flustered after another night of explicit sounds echoing through the castle. The pink haired brat was so ashamed as if she had been part of it and moped, Mihawk just looked slightly annoyed, but arrogant as always.

Didn't she mention that Mihawk saved her or something? Zoro wrecked his brain about the first conversations with her, but all he could think of was what had happened when she didn't speak.

He felt like living without her was no option anymore. She had sucked his brain out through his dick and he would always come back for more. He feared, thinking about the future, what he might do without her. Probably no good things, that was sure. She was like sustenance he never knew he needed, both when she satisfied his carnal tastes and when she gave him safety and support.

Maybe he would just ask the old swordmaster to tell him more about her. Zoro didn't know what he expected it to lead to - maybe he would learn where she came from? Maybe he could find whoever hurt her before and bring her their head on a platter.

"Yo Mihawk, where did Y/n come from?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Can't you ask her?" he inquired, stoicly eating his breakfast.

"I...I kind of hoped you could tell me" he grunted, already annoyed.

"Well, I found her on a pirate ship. I think they wanted to sell her at the human market." Mihawk told Zoro with a level voice, while Zoro clenched his jaws.

"She would have been sold as a servant, both for houshold and personal services. I surely put her to good use. As I know you are making use of her now." Mihawk still talked like he bought a horse at the market. His voice trailed off as he looked out at the window, already distracted.

Zoro could see y/n and the ghost girl playing some game outside, laughing and enjoying themselves, just as his whole body tensed with rage. Jealousy.

"Are you telling me that you....and her?" he whispered, so as not to scream.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mihawk shrugged.

"Relax, I am sure she is content with serving a hardly mediocre swordsman." Mihawk looked at him with an unspoken challenge in his eyes and turned around. They both knew that even like this, Zoro wouldn't be able to scratch that man.

Zoro swallowed hard as his teacher left the kitchen. His head spun with an explosive concoction of emotions. Instead of examining them one by one, they mixed together and only left darkness.

You

Zoro didn't show up for dinner - or for dessert. That idiot probably got lost. Again. You packed him a hearty lunch and went to look for him. Soon, you heard him grunt and found him repeating slashes with huge training weights, again and again, without pause.

"Hey baby, I brought you dinner." You greeted him. He didn't even turn his head or stopped.

"Not hungry." He grunted, strained from the training.

"I'll just leave it here, just in case you change your mind" you inform him, setting the small package down. No reaction.

"See you later, I'll be in bed" you seductively mentioned. Finally, his brows creased.

"Not coming tonight" He said.

"What?" You snap at him, when he finally set his weights down.

"I said I'm not coming. You're distracting me too much. Leave me alone." The finality of his words stabbed you right through the heart. Just yesterday he was praising you while you made love - now he was wielding his words like his swords, cutting deep. He became more and more like mihawk.

"Fine. Do what you want." You stomped back to the castle, he would not get the satisfaction of seeing you cry. He resumed his training, you heard him grunt and swirling the huge weights through the air.

His new, cold and detached self lasted through all the week. Acting like Mihawk on speed, he either brooded, trained or drank. And didn't look at you like he couldn't bear the sight.

As his body became emaciated, your pity for him dwindled as well. He wanted this.

Life became quiet and uniform again, grey days bleeding into each other, burying all the laughter you had shared.

The gloom was cut by the most unexpected of actors - the ghost girl's strange, high pitched laughter echoed through the castle until her head popped through the wall, her round eyes focusing on you.

"Y/N, you gotta see it! Zoro challenged Mihawk to a duel!" She shouted, already vanishing again.

"Out in the gaardeeeeen" her ghostly voice vibrated through the hallway.

You hurried outside, it was not hard to find. The clashing of swords was enough to guide you. Mihawk, lazily holding his signature sword, stood before Zoro with his three weapons. No expertise in fighting was needed to see that Zoro was losing, hard.

He was exhausted, starving without realising it and probably drunk. Sweat ran down his face and body.

"You Bastard" He growled past the sword in his mouth.

"Why is this do Important to you?" Mihawk asked, exasperated.

He played with Zoro, let him come, evaded his attack but didn't counter. Clearly tiring his opponent more. Usually, zoro was more intelligent than this. He seemed distressed, angry.

"If anyone is to be punished here, it would be you. Neglecting your training, ruining your most important weapon- your will and body. A disgrace. I will teach you." Mihawk lectured and finally struck.

Zoro was hit, tumbling back, holding his head as blood streamed from his eye.

"If you let your emotions get the better of you, unbalance you, you're finished. Come back when you've learned that." He said and left.

You ran to him, determined to help.

"Get away" he weakly said, while trying to prop himself up on one arm, just to immediately collapse again into a weeping heap of pain.

"You stupid bonehead" you muttered already wrapping his head in parts of your shirt, he barely protested. As you looked down on him, he looked utterly and completely defeated, he wouldn't even keep you from helping him anymore.

The defeat was so complete that he even let Perona and you haul him to a bed, where he lost consciousnes from all the overexercion, it gave you the opportunity to check his face.

With horror you had to accept that his beautiful eye was damaged beyond repair and you did your best to stop the bleeding and prevent further infection.

He slept through to the next day, leaving you alone with your questions and your anger over his recent shitty behavior.

On the next day, he finally woke up, one bloodshot eye watching you from the bed with a stoic expression.

He didn't say anything as his eye fixated on you and he began to pad his injuries with his hand, feeling the bandages you had applied. When his hand came to his damaged eye, his expression darkened. You slowly nodded, almost tearing up at the thought of his loss.

He just closed his other eye and sighed. You couldn't hold back and gently let your fingers trail over his cheek, feeling a silent tear run down when he finally spoke.

"I lost bad, huh?" he asked with a hoarse whisper.

"yes" you answered. A pause followed, the silence intensified by the ticking clock and wind blowing through all the cracks in the castle.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"Damn right you're sorry" you answered, assuming he meant his strange behavior.

"I am stupid, I run against walls, I am not even a great fighter. I am not good enough for you. Sorry." He continued.

"What are you talking about? Don't you believe me when I tell you how much I love you?" You ask him, a bit irritated.

"It's...I.." he stammered, trying to prop himself up on his arms but failing. Lying on his back, whimpering, he cries: "You used to be with Mihawk! I can't best him. Fuck!" Desperate, he pulled his hair and eventually covered his face with his hands.

"What? How do you know? All of this - hust because youre jealous?!" You ask.

"Yes...no..." He mumbled through his hands.

"Than what do you want?" You guided him through his feelings.

"You" his answer came swiftly and with confidence, his one weary eye wandering over you.

"Really? You're not acting like it. You act like you want to punish yourself" you told him.

"Goddammit!" He cried out. "We're not in therapy here! I want you so bad, but I can't even...I have nothing for you. But Mihawk is even worse. Fuck!" He seemed unable to loosen the knot he made in his thoughts.

"Oh, so you want me to fuck Mihawk?" You provoked him.

"No! That man's a total psycho!" He said, shocked. He seemed to think hard for a moment.

"Even if I'm not worthy, I'll have you anyway." He concluded.

"Am I selfish?" He asked, weakly.

"You're stupid." You swung yourself onto his bed and straddled him like so many times before, he deserved a little comfort. His arms gripped your thighs weakly.

He smiled at you, and you were finally feeling the bond between you again. Sweat beaded his forehead as he began to move.

Once again he tried to lift his upper body off the mattress, but failed miserably, panting.

"Fuck, it hurts" He cried out.

"What would you do to keep what you have?" You softly asked.

"Anything" He said, his gaze fixed on you.

"Right answer. Such a good little boy." You began to enjoy his helplessness. His body was unable to move, he was at your mercy.

You began to run your hands up and down his body, careful not to hurt him, sparing the deep cuts and bruises. Letting your fingers glide slowly over his chest, you felt all the new and old scars, his muscles. He closed his eye and sighed. Bending down to bring your face close to his, you peppered his face with kisses, on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his smiling mouth.

"I may not be the best swordfighter yet, but I'm not gonna give you up. No one else can have you" He whispered.

You caressed the damaged side. He leaned in a little, seeming to forget the pain of his injury.

"And I'll lose the other eye too if it means I get to keep you" He said.

"Don't be so dramatic. And don't you run into a senseless fight like that again" you told him.

"Yes ma'am." He said.

"Or do you want to miss this sight?" You asked, peeling out of your shirt.

His eye widened, just as his dirty grin returned.

"No ma'am" He growled and once again failed to lift his arms.

You lay down on top of him and caressed his skin.

"Don't you ever, ever do something like that to me again." You whispered, seriously.

"Never" He whispered against your hair.

So, I'm Sorry that this one got a bit darker and less sexy than the one before, it kind of...happened. I feel like the thought fits zoro well, he never feels good enough and decides to punish himself for it. I also just wanted to write how he lost his eye.

I also like the thought that every time after the big fights, he's absolutely immobile and can be used like a toy 🥵

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[inklore]

I was thinking about you last night. - For Eddie, pleaseeeeeee, Queen! ❤️❤️

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, fluff, virgin!reader, establish relationship, insinuated sexual content.

etc: i’m always writing filth so i tried to make this cute-ish, i hope you don’t mind darling <3

One of the many lumps in Eddie's mattress is pressing into your lower back, your body laying at an angle across the top covers in a lax position in hopes to find comfortability. But all you’re getting is pressure and a kink in your neck from how you’re too busy staring at Eddie to really care about the shitty mattress—and the damage it’s doing to your back.

He's got his guitar in his lap, back leaned against the wall at the top of his bed. Fingers strumming along mindlessly to whatever song he’s humming and letting play through the forefront of his mind.

You wish you could see it. See inside that wonderful brain of his, the way it works, plots, creates, how it makes this seemingly average weirdo so damn perfect to you. So enticing.

You’re sure your parents would love to see it too. Would love to know what you saw in a three-times-over senior who made his money by playing in dive bars and selling bags of weeds to honor kids.

It was hard to explain to them, to anyone, what it was about Eddie that pulled you into him. Like a moth to a light, a tide to sand, a bee to a flower. It was just natural, unexplainable because it felt so right and nothing more needed to be said or thought.

Eddie had seen your good, your ugly, your horrific. Just as you had seen his bad, his beauty, his weird.

Love was funny like that, you saw all parts of the bad but loved them through the good. Looked past the words of bystanders and saw the light in the truth of a good person.

Your relationship wasn’t perfect. But it was worth it to you. Always.

“I was thinking about you last night.” You mumble, your finger looping itself in one of the stray strings from the hole in his jeans.

Eddie's eyes flash over to you, the soft cheekiness of his grin making your insides warm. “As you should, but pray tell.”

There’s a playful roll of your eyes before you continue, a flick of your fingers atop his knee for being so cocky—right, but cocky.

There’s a nervousness that’s simmering in your belly. It pushes itself further and further up until it’s at the back of your throat and you feel too anxious to speak. Only chewing on your bottom lip and playing with his strings.

“I was thinking,” you trail off, rack your brain on how you say something like this. Ask something like this. A slight heat of embarrassment burning your cheeks.

You can’t just say ‘I want you to fuck me’. I mean you could, he would probably love it. Get a laugh out of it. You could even speak in touches or kisses rather than words. This was not as hard as you were making it out to be.

Sure you were trying to let your boyfriend know that you were finally ready to take it to the next level, finally ready to move past heavy make out sessions and his hand in your pants—you thought about it all night for weeks, have had your own hand in your underwear coming at the thought of eddie finally having you, being your first.

Simple. Easy to spit out. To declare. Why were you so nervous right now?

Eddie must see how in your head you are. Must notice how you’re chewing at your bottom lip with as much vigor as a piece of bubblegum that’s grown hard and out of flavor; because he’s setting his guitar against his night stand, leaning over you to pull your lip from your teeth with the pad of his thumb on your chin, a look of concern furrowing his brows.

“What is it?”

You swallow thickly, once, twice, three times before the words come out. Barely a whisper, “I'm ready, Eddie. I-I want to..” you trail off. Motion between the two of you with your hands. Pray he gets the gist. Your heart leaps in your chest when you see the recognition on his face light up his eyes and a lopsided smile pulls the corner of his lips.

“Are you sure?” His palm is cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing a gentle circle against the apple of it. You nod, it’s all you can do because there’s a matched stupid smile on your face thanks to his and the butterflies clawing are your insides as Eddie repositions the two of you. Pulling your legs apart as he slots himself between them. A soft kiss pressed against your lips, “we’ll go slow okay?”

[tzuyusluv]

❥ All I Want

genre -> fluff

pairing -> enhypen x reader

warnings -> cursing, mc is drunk in heeseung’s

word count -> 0.8k

summary -> this request right here <3

Heeseung

Heeseung watches on fondly as you stumble around. “Sweetheart, do you need some help maybe?” He asks despite knowing the answer. You grumpily mumble about something but Heeseung doesn’t know what. “Come on sweetie, get on my back.” Heeseung kneels down and waits for you to come closer so he can pick you up. “There you go love,” once he manages to pull you onto his back. “It’s about time we go home now, yeah?”

Jay

“Jagi, please.” Jay never begged. It was something that he had never done around you. So when he was on his knees, begging to give you a piggyback ride, it was certainly a sight to see. “Jay, not now! People are staring.” You shout whispered at him. “I’ll get up if you let me give you a piggyback ride!” Rolling your eyes, you admit defeat. Jay smiled before turning around to allow you on his back. Holding back a grin, you get on and let him carry you down the street. Though he never had to know that you only admitted ‘defeat’ to see him smile.

Jake

After getting off the ferris wheel, Jake wordlessly offered to carry you on his back when he noticed you were starting to get tired. “It’ll be ok baby, I’ll just carry you to the bus and then we’ll go home and cuddle, ok?” Jake gave you his best puppy dog eyes, knowing that they were your weakness. When you accept his offer, his smile goes up to his eyes. Picking you up, he starts to walk towards the boarding location. Feeling your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck to not fall, he gently leaves a kiss to assure you that nothing bad would ever happen to you if he was around.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon and you were currently stuck in a stare off. “Come one please, just watch me for a minute!” Sunghoon whined. “As much as I love you, I know me watching you is going to give you more of an ego.” Sunghoon whined even more at that. “Please I just wanna show you how cool I am!” “I already know how cool you are sweetheart.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes before whispering something under his breath. Rolling your eyes, you decide to just give in so that way you could leave faster. “Alright whatever, I’ll watch you for a minute.” At the end of your sentence, Sunghoon picked you up and placed you on his back before starting to do his squats. “Sunghoon what the fuck are you doing?!” “Just doing my work out sweetheart.” “I thought your work out had you using dumbbells!” “I decided to change it up for my special audience.”

Sunoo

“Sunoo I told you that if I do something for you, you don’t have to repay me! I like doing things for you!” Sunoo pouted even more at that. “But I want to repay you! Pleaseeeeeee.” “Sun, I already said no.” “Fine then I just won’t be giving you any more of my photocards then.” Sunoo crosses his arms before turning his nose up. Relenting, you just sigh and say that you’ll let him give you a piggyback ride. “Yes! Thank you, thank you!” Kissing you cheek, Sunoo then bends at his knees and allows you to get on. He barely made it down the hallway before exclaiming, “I see why you like doing this with me, but I think I like being the one carried more.”

Jungwon

“My love. You need to go to the doctor.” Jungwon just rolls his eyes when you whine from underneath the blanket. “Come on. If you don’t come out in 10 seconds, then I’m just going to have to carry you.” He counts down to one and when you still haven’t made an appearance, he drags the blanket off of ou before lifting you and maneuvering you to his back. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me from the start.” He teases. You just smile against his neck knowing that he would do anything for you.

Niki

“I bet I’m stronger than Sunghoon!” You tuned out the seven boys arguing in the background. “Babe!” You glance up at Niki. “What’s up?” “Can you come here for a minute, I need to prove something.” Despite being suspicious, you decided to place your trust in your boyfriend. Walking over to him, you waited to hear what he needed you for. “Alright, can you sit on both mine and Sunghoon’s back and then we’ll decide who’s stronger.” “Why didn’t you ask the other boys?” “We did, they just rejected us, but I’ll buy you dinner if you do this.” You accept the deal. “Alright, Sunghoon, you go first.” Going towards Sunghoon, he lets you sit on his back. He had barely made it thirty seconds before Niki came over and started to attack his sides, making him drop you. “Alright your turns over! My turn!” Niki completely tuned out Sunghoon’s whines of him being unfair. Getting onto Niki’s back, laughing whenever he would dodge Sunghoon’s attacks, not noticing his giant smile when he hears it.

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