#I don't care if there is no kiss or anything this is already so good!

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (11/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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yourusername: guess who's back home!!! Liked by albaps9, begovargas, janafernandez3 and 1,309 others

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username1 what happened to home is wherever you are? 👀 ↳ username2 Exactly what I was thinking lol

bff1 she's baaaaaaack 👯‍♀️

albaps9 🤗🤩😭

salmaparalluelo ❤️

ingridengen Stay a little longer this time! We've missed you 💘 ↳ yourusername i'm planning on it!! 🥺

claudiaapina 👏

fridolinarolfo Missing us already? 😌

marialeonn16 You two should come over for dinner! ↳ yourusername it's just me, but i hope the offer still stands 🤭

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albaps9: don't mind me hogging up all her time now that she's here 😛 Liked by alexiaputellas, marialeonn16, marisabel_rguez and 891 others

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yourusername yea uuf it's been unbearable ↳ albaps9 don't pretend you didn't miss sleepovers in my bed ↳ yourusername 🤏 ↳ albaps9 that's what i thought ↳ bff1 excuse me, i do mind?? ↳ bff2 Yeah, what's up with that? 😝 ↳ bff1 wait, i see what this is. she's trying to weasel her way into our group ↳ albaps9 gasp i would never ↳ bff1 🖕

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marisabel_rguez: 🧡🤙 Liked by ona.battle, bff3, carolinemoller_ and 16,529 others

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username1 wait this is so sad, is she alone there? ↳ username2 obv not alone-alone bc someone took the photos 🤣 ↳ username3 Who's she doing all this with if YN is still in Spain? ↳ username2 ever heard of friends and family?!?!?

jennihermoso 😍 ↳ jennihermoso (to the sunset) ↳ marisabel_rguez Get out of here 😂

carolineweir95 enjoy!!

bff1 *jaws theme starts playing* ↳ yourusername that's not funny 😫

sofie.svava Have a good time back home 😘

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yourusername: 🌼 Liked by alexiaputellas, claudiaapina, judebellingham and 1,938 others

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alexiaputellas Chiquita 🤩

begovargas next time i'm taking you to the ones in el raval 😌 ↳ yourusername more clothes? yes please (i say while trying to get my suitcase to zip shut)

friend1 Missy!! 😍

username1 why's jude still lurking 🤣

albaps9 yea, you're right, nala did rock those sunnies better 🤭 ↳ yourusername but i still rock them better than you ever will 🙋‍♀️

bff1 i want to be that icecream ↳ yourusername ew get out, weirdo

username2 why are you not with misa liked by 12 others

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Text Messages

17:39 mami 🌷(ICE) Mija, text me when you are home. We just went through customs. I love you.

17:40 mami 🌷(ICE) Make sure you lock all the doors and windows when you go back to Madrid. Your tio knows you'll bring the keys to him. Tell him we said hello.

17:43 mami 🌷(ICE) And don't forget to clear out the refrigerator. You can take anything else that will expire soon with you.

17:45 mami 🌷(ICE) Be careful when you drive back to Madrid. Take some breaks and text me whenever you can. I know we will have a big time difference but you can always call and text me, laelia.

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18:01 albaquerque 🌼you've got this! and you've got your girls, so you won't be alone! i really loved having you around again. we'll see each other again soon. don't miss me too much 😉

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20:05 ale 🐻About to get onto the plane. Thinking of you. You've been through worse than a month alone, remember? And you'll have Nala to keep you company. I love you. 😘

20:05 ale 🐻 Give Nala a kiss, btw.

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yourusername: i could cry. Liked by bff3, bff1, alexiaputellas and 872 others

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bff1 uh yeah and you did. multiple times this week. ↳ yourusername stop exposing me 😭 ↳ bff1 as long as they were happy tears ↳ yourusername they were 🥺

bff3 My favourite girls! ☺️

username1 WHY AREN'T YOU WITH MISA AT THE WC?? liked by 42 others

alexiaputellas Looking beautiful you two 😍👶

bff2 I love you all so much!! 🥺🥺🥺 ↳ yourusername we've come a long way 🥺 ↳ bff3 We have ❤️ ↳ bff1 i can't believe we're getting old ↳ yourusername get used to it ↳ bff2 At least we're getting older each year! ↳ yourusername can't wait until we're grey and pruning and wreaking havoc in the nursing home ↳ bff2 And then our kids come to visit us and get second hand embarrassment 🤣 ↳ bff3 I can't wait ☺️ ↳ bff1 jesus guys, let me find a hubby first ↳ yourusername are you implying you need a hubby to have kids bc i will fight you on that one ↳ bff1 NO. be gay do crime ✌️ ↳ yourusername 😚

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yourusername: friends and food. Liked by bff3, bff1, alexiaputellas and 872 others

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bff2 😍😋

marialeonn16 Pasta again? ↳ yourusername yea... i'm constantly carrying a carb infused food baby around 😭

bff3 Always the best cook ❤️ ↳ bff1 you're only saying that because she kept indulging your cravings ↳ yourusername i was just being a great friend xxx

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yourusername: madrid madrid madrid 🌼 Liked by bff2, friend1, janafernandez3 and 1,290 others

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username1 girl what are you doing, the semifinal is in two days 😭 ↳ username2 At least she's back in Madrid? 🤞

friend1 Better luck next time! 🎾🖤

bff3 Loved our double date... + YN 😂 ↳ bff2 It was such a lovely day with our men... oh and YN 🙊 ↳ yourusername rub it in, won't you <3 ↳ bff1 next time you'll have me there again to save you from the thirdwheeling!!!!!

username3 get your ass down under asap for wag duties 😡 ↳ username4 fr why isn't she supporting misa at the wc? ↳ username5 Some people have jobs and responsibilities, ever heard of those? ↳ username3 and you don't think supporting your significant other at one of the biggest moments in their life is important?

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Text Messages

10:31 Misa Hey, what's up, are you free?

10:41 Alexia Sure!

10:41 Misa Can you come to the cafe on the corner of the street? I'm at a table outside.

10:41 Alexia Right now?

10:43 Misa If you can? 😅

10:43 Alexia Is everything okay?

10:44 Misa More than! Don't worry.

10:44 Alexia Are you sure?

10:44 Misa Positive. I just need to talk to you about something.

10:44 Alexia Okay. I'm coming down!

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marisabel_rguez: Hello Sydney, hello final! 🇪🇸😎 Liked by bff3, albaps9, haleyraso and 18,389 others

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sofie.svava If you don't bring me one of those hats, we're going to have a problem. ↳ carolineweir95 I can't tell if this is sarcastic or not 😂

haleyraso Welcome, welcome 😌

username1 ok misa i see those flowers 👀

username2 I miss YN in the comments 😕 ↳ username3 but she hasn't really posted anything, so what is there to comment on?

albaps9 HELLO 👋

alexiaputellas 😎

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username1: YN IS IN SYDNEY, I REPEAT, SHE IS DOWN UNDER! (pic cred to username19 from twitter) Liked by 323 others

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username2 what hotel is this?

username3 Now we just have to cross our fingers she's not only there for Alexia because this sudden radio silence is creeping me out

username4 was she with misa?? ↳ username5 she's not staying at the players hotel and i doubt the players can go see family right now. they're always pretty isolated during big tournaments, especially now that the final is tomorrow. and i heavily doubt that vilda will let family come over to keep morale high

username6 it kind of worries me that they're no longer so loveydovey online, but i'm holding out hope for a YSN pic soon ↳ username7 they're probably fine. they don't have to salivate on each other's post week in week out to be going strong. ↳ username8 It lowkey looks like the initial hype died down a little after their hard launch, but hey, that's fine. It's their life, as long as they're happy 💘 ↳ username9 but they better go back to being loveydovey again soon tho 😭

username10 🕯praying everything is fine between them 🕯

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a/n: hope you've all had a sweet week 🌻

[heejake-hoon]

Sunghoon helping you fall asleep by eating you out

warning: smut, mdni, the title is self explanatory..

You toss and turn restlessly, mind racing with the stresses of the day. No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to shut off your brain.

Beside you, Sunghoon stirs, cracking one eye open to peer at you blearily. "Can't sleep?" he asks, voice rough with exhaustion.

You sigh, rolling over to face him. "No," you admit, running a frustrated hand through your hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Sunghoon hums, reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek. "S'okay. Anything I can do to help?"

You start to shake your head, but then pause, a thought occurring to you. Biting your lip, you slide closer, draping a leg over his hip suggestively. "Actually... I can think of one thing that always helps me relax..."

Even in the darkness, you can see Sunghoon's eyes darken with understanding, a slow smile curving his mouth. "Oh?" he murmurs, hand sliding down to palm your ass, pulling you more firmly against him. "And what might that be, baby?"

In answer, you push at his shoulders until he's flat on his back, swinging a leg over to straddle him. Sunghoon's hands automatically come up to grip your hips, thumbs rubbing teasing circles into your skin as you grind down against his growing hardness.

"Want you to make me feel good," you breathe, leaning down to brush your lips over his. "Want that talented tongue of yours between my thighs. Think you can do that for me, Hoonie?"

Sunghoon groans lowly, fingers flexing on your hips. "Fuck yes," he rasps, already urging you up his body. "Come up here and sit on my face, baby. Let me taste you, wanna feel you dripping all over me..."

You whimper, arousal spiking through you at his filthy words. Carefully, you knee-walk up the bed until you're hovering over his face, one hand braced on the headboard for balance.

Sunghoon doesn't hesitate, gripping your thighs and bringing you down to his waiting mouth with a low, appreciative moan. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds has you gasping, a full body shudder wracking your frame at the sensation.

He takes his time, alternating between long, flat licks and teasing flicks over your clit, working you up slowly but surely. It's not long before you're panting above him, rocking your hips shamelessly against his face as pleasure coils tight in your belly.

"Fuck, Sunghoon," you whine, free hand coming down to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. "Your mouth, god- feels so fucking good, don't stop..."

Sunghoon just hums in response, the vibrations making you see stars. He redoubles his efforts, sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard, two fingers sliding into your dripping hole and curling deep inside you-

Your orgasm crashes over you without warning, back arching as you bite down on your knuckles to muffle your cry. Sunghoon works you through it, licking and stroking and prolonging your release until you're shaking, until you're forcibly pushing his head away because it's too much.

Carefully, you dismount, collapsing onto your back next to him and throwing an arm over your face as you try to catch your breath. You feel Sunghoon shift, and then he's gently prying your arm away, revealing your blissed out expression to his heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. "I could spend hours between your thighs, baby. Love feeling you come apart on my mouth, love knowing I can make you shake like that..."

You hum contentedly, cupping his face in your palms when he pulls back. "Thank you," you whisper, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones tenderly. "I really needed that."

Sunghoon smiles, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Anytime, Y/N. You know I love taking care of you."

You can only nod, eyelids already growing heavy as the post-orgasmic haze settles over you like a warm blanket. Sunghoon chuckles lowly, shifting to pull you into his arms, your back to his front.

"Sleep, baby," he murmurs into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I've got you. I'm right here."

And with his solid warmth surrounding you, his scent enveloping you, the sound of his heartbeat steady and soothing in your ear. You've never fallen asleep faster.

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Note: i hope i could summon him to help me fall asleep as well 😫 m going insane

[pomefioredove]

Hiya! Hope you're doing okay, and take it easy if you haven't been!

For the flirty prompts starters list, could you maybe do: "Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you." with Vil? I think it'd be a good one

Thanks!

(I hope you have fun writing this if you do! No biggie if you don't or if someone else already asked!)

GIGGLING SO MUCH

summary: "stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you" type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, Vil experiencing cuteness aggression.jpg, not proofread a part of this event

Vil considers himself to be an eloquent man.

After all, how one speaks is just as important as how one carries themselves, and every last inch of him, from his looks to his body language to his words, have been refined to perfection. Each a golden thread in the dazzling tapestry that is Vil Schoenheit.

And yet, despite that, he still can't seem to find a way to describe you.

Frustrating is not quite right. Epel is frustrating. Those first years you insist on spending your precious time with are frustrating. But you...

You are not annoying, nor are you incompetent. His usual vocabulary for the students of NRC is useless when it comes to you.

...And different is too vague.

Vil just seems to forget what to do with his hands when you're around.

You look so soft in the golden afternoon light of the lounge, which is distracting enough as it is. Now you're giggling in the way you do, and he can't concentrate, and... what was he doing, again?

"Stop that," he says, plainly, not looking up from the textbook he'd been reading. Or trying to, anyway. He'd lost his place some time ago.

You make this... sound, this confused little hum, and he pictures you tilting your head to the side like a puppy. Sevens, you're just so...

He huffs. "I said, stop,"

"Stop what?"

Clueless little thing. Vil sighs, finding it within himself to make eye contact. He'd given up on finishing this assignment early, anyway.

"You know what,"

You stare back, unblinking. Are you really so oblivious? No, there's no way you aren't doing this on purpose, whatever it is, just to get on his nerves. Did those friends of yours put you up to this?

He should scold you. He invited you to study with him, a luxury which many would pay millions for, and here you are, being...

Ugh. He still can't think of the right word.

"Am I being too loud?" you ask, a confused lilt in your voice.

Sevens, you are so dense, he wants to just grab you and squeeze you like a stress ball until a thought comes out of that empty head.

The thought of that is no help. If anything, it just bothers him more.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Are you really not doing this on purpose? "No. You're distracting me,"

"Oh... sorry,"

...In such a soft, meek little tone, like you really feel bad about it, looking up at him with those eyes of yours... ugh. He wants to bite you, squeeze you in his arms until this overwhelming, restless feeling passes. You're so...

"It's... fine," Vil relents. "I don't think I would've gotten much done today, anyway."

You actually tilt your head to the side this time, worsening his condition. "Something on your mind?"

Sevens, what are you doing to him? He can't sit still. He pictures himself reaching across the table to pinch your cheeks, to kiss that sweet, worried expression off your face. The effect you have...

And you're not even doing anything!

"No," he says, his voice strained with the weight of the lie. "Just burnout. It's a busy time of year for me."

You seem to take that as a cue, standing from your seat with wide eyes and holding out a hand, much to his chagrin.

"You should be resting, then. Overworking yourself will only make things worse. Come on, let's go back,"

Such a determined expression on that pretty face of yours. There's just something about how you respond so innocently, so intent on caring for him, you're...

You're so...

Vil feels his heart drop. Oh, Sevens. That's the word.

You're so cute.

"Stop that," he snaps. He can feel his face warming. "This is the last time I'll ask."

A little flash of annoyance crosses your face at his dismissal. How adorable...

"Stop what?" You repeat.

Even your scoff is cute. His face feels hot. He can handle beautiful. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, even, But not cute. And now he's getting himself all worked up over it, and you're being so sweet, and...

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you!"

Nothing has ever had such an effect on him before.

After all, it would take something incredible to fluster Vil- and here he is, blurting out every thought he has, blushing like a schoolgirl as he realizes what just came out of his mouth.

Vil Schoenheit, suddenly terrified of being rejected. It was as if he'd woken up in a parallel universe.

Or died, and went to his own personal Hell.

The shock slowly wears off your face, and you... laugh.

You laugh.

"You're very forward,"

"I'll take that as a compliment, and not the way you meant it," he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Though I'm failing to find what's so amusing."

You move around the table to sit next to him, eyes gleaming. "How would you like me to react, then?"

Vil stares back. Was that... flirtation? Perhaps you're not so oblivious, after all...

But still cute.

Still very cute.

He sighs, though there's a smile playing at his lips now. "Save me the embarrassment of being rejected,"

"Hmm... I suppose that can be arranged,"

And with that, he cups your face in his hands and draws you in for that kiss.

[atlasmoonglade]

Joost Klein x singlemom!reader

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4

Warnings: kind of a rollercoaster of emotions, smut, PiV, riding, angst, 18+ only

This turned out quite long, but I didn't want to split it into another chapter. Hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 5

Your head is resting on Joosts chest, his finger drawing mindless patterns on your arm.

There is a comfortable silence around you.

"What happened between you and Elliot's dad?" he asks.

You don't answer at first.

"We started dating in high school and were friends long before that. Basically I've known him the majority of my life. We didn't rush to have kids or get married, we were building our careers, focused on ourselves. I was truly happy with him." you stare into the distance. "I think we got too familiar with each other, if that's possible." you laugh a little. Joost is listening to you intently. "so when a new routine got introduced, we weirdly just grew apart. We both love Elliot with our whole hearts, so after we realised we are failing to make this work, we decided to separate. We are still very close, it feels like we are best friends who have a kid together. But I don't regret separating. It was the right choice for us." you turn to look at him. "What about you? Have you experienced married life?" you try to joke.

He laughs. "No, I didn't. But I want to one day, with the right person." he says his tone getting serious.

You fall into silence again. His breathing steady, but you know he is not yet asleep.

"You know, that day we met, I really wanted to stay home, I had a horrible headache. I almost didn't go." you say quietly.

He doesn't say anything, so you start to think he did fall asleep.

"That coffee shop we met at the second time. It wasn't on my usual run route. For some reason that morning I decided to go a different way and ended up there." he says suddenly.

"Funny how life works sometimes." you say.

He kisses the crown of your head. "It all works out in the end."

Waking up next to Joost in your bed that morning was even more ethereal than before. Although you'd shifted several times in your sleep, he'd found you in the darkness each time so that he could cling to you again.

You ghosted your fingers over his hand splayed out on your stomach, and the touch only served to make him pull you closer to him. You continued to run your hands along his, eventually going up his arm and quietly giggling at the goosebumps that formed. When Joost began to stir, the first thing he did was bury his face between your shoulder and neck. You giggled at the tickling sensation of his breath, and he responded by peppering the area with short, light kisses.

"Good morning" you say.

He just groans into your neck.

"You really are not a morning person, huh?"

"I am" he says into your ear, as he pushes himself even closer behind you and you feel how hard he is.

You laugh. "That is not what I meant." you turn to face him and press a light kiss to his lips.

He moves his hand to your jaw and pulls you into a kiss again. He hugs you tight against him, and trails his kisses from the side of your mouth, to your jaw and continues kissing your neck. Your hips roll against him earning a moan from him. You move your hand down to touch him through his boxers.

"Fuck" he exhales, as you continue to tease him. His hand slides from your neck down your body, he moves your panties to the side. "So wet already" it definitely strokes his ego. "Could have woke me up earlier" he chuckles and gets up to get his wallet again. You hear the sound of foil ripping and he gets back to the spooning position behind you.

"Come here" you kiss him again as he rolls into you slow and tender, the two of you entwined and sinking into the mattress.

Your head rolls back into his shoulder. "You feel so good"

His hands are holding your waist, while he is rocking his hips slowly at first. He wants to take his time with you, wants to take care of you, the sounds he hears leave your mouth encourage him to move faster. He can't believe the things you do to him and what he feels for you in this moment.

"Please don't stop" your voice feels like a prayer to him.

He moves his hand to work on your clit, a few more thrusts and he feels you clench around him. Your legs start to shake.

"Just a little longer" he says chasing his own release. A few more thrusts and he comes into the condom. You both try to catch your breath.

He kisses your shoulder and moves to lay on his back.

You check your phone "C'mon we have to get up. Nicholas is dropping off Elliot soon." you tap his thigh. "I'll make you breakfast."

"The full morning experience." he says and laughs at his own joke.

You get up and head to the bathroom.

"Stop starring" you throw a t-shirt you pick up from the floor at him.

"Why so shy all of a sudden? I was inside of you a second ago." he catches the t-shirt.

"Shut up" you laugh.

You finish showering and go the kitchen to start making eggs on toast. Enough for you, Joost and Elliot if he wants. When did this become so domestic you think to yourself.

"Hurry up, they are coming up already." you shout when Joost is still in the shower.

You put down the plates and throw your head back laughing as you see Joost rushing towards the kitchen, still putting on his t-shirt.

The key turns in the door and you hear little footsteps running in.

"Hi, mom!" Elliot runs towards you, you kneel down. "Hi, baby" you hug him.

"Hi, Joost." Elliot says looking up from the hug. "Why are you.. breathing like that?" Joost is still out of breath from trying to make it in time to the kitchen.

"He just came back from a run. He loves doing cardio in the mornings" you say trying not to laugh.

"Cardio in the mornings, huh?" Nicholas walks in and laughs.

"Hi! " you hug Nicholas. "Thanks for driving him back."

"I had time before work today to drop him off, so you didn't have to drive up." he says and looks at Joost.

"This is Joost. The one I told you about."

"Hi, Joost. Nice to meet you." Nicholas reaches his hand out to him.

"Hi. Likewise." Joost shakes his hand.

This is so weird runs through your thoughts. All of your favorite people in one room, but why is this weird, you think to yourself.

"Did you have fun?" you ask Elliot.

"So much fun! Look what daddy got me." he shows a new Lego set to Joost who is the closest to him.

"That's so cool!" Joost matches his enthusiasm and it makes you smile.

"I have to go now. Bye, Elliot. Love you." Nicholas says and heads towards the door. He gives you and Joost a wink and chuckles again mouthing cardio.

Later that week you invite Joost to join you in a park with Elliot for a little picnic. You take out a blanket and Elliot lays out the Lego set, which he was excited to build. Joost helps him sort out the pieces while they talk about cartoons and movies they've seen.

"You haven't showed him the classics? What do mean you haven't seen Shark Tale?" Joost looks between you and Elliot.

"Well, the movie for the evening is sorted then."

"You are gonna love it, lil guy." the nickname he started calling Elliot makes you chuckle.

"How is your song coming along?" you ask.

He sighs. "We haven't made much progress. We are in kind of a creative drought as my producer likes to call it." you see how much it bothers him.

"Oh. Well hope it passes soon." you hate to see him not feeling excited about his music. "What do I say to that? Do I wish you inspirational rain?"

He laughs. That infectious laugh again. It even makes Elliot chuckle as he flips to the next page of the Lego instructions.

"What do you usually do to get the juices flowing again?" you ask.

"I usually go out with a pretty girl and a lil guy to build legos"

"I am not little." Elliot pretends to be upset.

"Sure, lil guy."

You have built half of the lego car, when Elliot went to the playground. You notice Joost is being quieter than usual.

"Anything I can do to help? It breaks my heart to see you like that."

He looks at you with a smile and puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing slightly. "You are already helping." he says. "I'll work it out."

"What are your plans for next week?" you ask.

"Depends. Are you asking me on a date?" he teases.

"Nicholas is taking Elliot to stay with his grandparents." you say. "I thought me and you could also go somewhere. A little vacation."

"I would love that." he gives a little peck to your lips.

You figured time away with just the two of you would help you understand where do you stand now. What this new relationship means to both of you. You were trying to repeat his words "Let's just have fun for now" for as long as you could to distract yourself from the ticking clock when the time comes for him to leave. You don't want to scare him away by asking too many questions, like "So, what are we?", but you would be lying if you didn't say that this question is spiralling in your head. Would long distance even work between you? Those are the questions which you don't have yet the answer to.

You are helping Elliot pack for the week he will spend with Nicholas' parents. Joost has come over earlier that morning, he is working on his ipad in your bedroom.

"Let's go, you can give it to him now." you tell Elliot.

"Joost?" Elliot is suddenly shy walking up to him.

"Yes, lil guy?" Joost puts down his ipad.

"We were making bracelets in my class and I made one for you." he pulls out the bracelet from behind his back. "There were numbers we could choose from in the beads kit, it reminded me of your tattoo." he points to the 1983 inked on Joosts fingers. "Hope you like it."

Joost takes the 1983 bracelet and puts it on his wrist. He looks taken aback by this gesture. "Thank you so much, Elliot." he touches the bracelet. "That is so sweet of you. I will never take it off."

This whole interaction makes you tear up a little bit. You sit next to Joost and hug him.

You and Joost check in into your hotel room at an out of town resort for the next couple of days. As you both settle in, you remember the first time you stayed at his apartment, the awkwardness between you, which has now completely disappeared. There are still unanswered questions floating between you but you leave them in the air for now. You think of how dark it was around you in his apartment that night compared to the sun shining into the room through the floor to ceiling windows. A little laugh escapes you.

"What?" he comes up to hug you from behind.

"Nothing." you are smiling from ear to ear as you turn in his arms.

"No, no, share with the class what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"Just trying to imagine you in the tennis class I signed us up for tomorrow."

"You think I'm gonna be bad at tennis?" he looks at you pretending to be offended. "I will win so easily you won't even have time to react."

You laugh "Someone is competitive."

"You have no idea." he lowers his head to kiss you. The kiss is slow and sweet, he walks you back to the bed not breaking the kiss. You both fall onto the bed, his hands bunching up your dress slowly going up your thigh. A phone call startles you. He pulls away, his pupils dark and full of want. "Sorry" he says standing up.

He answers the call, while you fix your dress and sit up. He opens the balcony door to take the call there. You continue to unpack, the faint sound of Joost speaking in dutch on the phone. He comes back into the room, you can't fail to notice his tense shoulders.

"Everything ok?" you ask concerned.

"Yes." he answers. "It was my manager, sorry."

"Ok.." you look at him, when he doesn't give any more information you decide to drop it.

"There are beautiful routes for running here. Want to go?" you ask him.

"Let's go." he smiles at you.

To summarise your last few days:

He did beat you in Tennis, but only because you let him is what you say when he gloats about his win.

"Are you sure it wasn't your age?" he leans down to ask you.

"How dare you" your jaw drops. You both start laughing.

You went to a painting class where you had to draw each others portrait. His turned out pretty good, his own style very apparent. He didn't know you went to an art class in college, the accurate portrait took him by surprise. He promised to put in a frame on his wall back home.

"Something to remember me by." you smile at him.

"There is much more I will remember." he smiles back.

On an afternoon walk you met Joosts fan, who was shocked to see him here. As they talked in dutch, you tried to let go of Joosts hand, to give him a choice in case he didn't want to be seen with someone publicly. He only squeezed harder. A small gesture but it meant so much to you.

They switch to English, before they take a photo.

"Haven't seen you post online much."

"Big things coming." Joost replies in a heavy American accent on purpose.

"So, you do have fans, huh?" you say when you continue the walk.

"I should show you my DMs." he jokes.

"I would rather not go there." you laugh.

You watched his old Youtube videos. He didn't cringe once, you love how unapologetically he is himself, even to his past.

"We should have gotten popcorn. This is golden! You were so adorable as a teenager. Look at your cheeks, man!" you can't contain the laugh that escapes you.

"Okay, calm down. Now you have to show me your teenage photos."

For your last evening he booked a table at the restaurant. You are wearing a black maxi silk dress. You are finishing your makeup, when you see Joosts reflection in the mirror. He is wearing a shirt, black tie and black pants. A matching black jacket thrown over his hand.

"Look at you, handsome" you put your hands on his chest, smoothing out his shirt, going up to fix his tie.

"Love this dress on you." he says taking your hands into his own. You look up at him, loving how much taller he is than you.

The restaurant has an ambient lighting, quiet live music and murmur of people at other tables around you. You order and put down the menu. Joost hasn't said much on the way here, you see something is bothering him.

"Do you not like it here?" you ask.

He looks up at you. "What? No. No, I love it here. With you." he gives a faint smile. You smile back and wait for him to continue.

"I, uh. I actually wanted to tell you something." he says fumbling with a napkin on the table. "I talked to my manager and we figured out a plan for me to stay here for 2 more months. He will handle the paperwork tomorrow. But essentially it is done." he looks at you trying to read your face.

"What? That is amazing!" you can't hide your excitement. "Here I thought you were gonna say you killed someone."

He laughs, you wish you could bottle this sound.

"So.. any plans for those 2 months?" you say with a teasing note in your voice. "Are you sure you are not gonna forget dutch?"

He puts his hand over yours on the table. "Alles voor jou."

"I hate to bring it up again" you say. "but what happens after those 2 months?"

"You can come to Amsterdam to visit me."

"You know I couldn't stay for long. Or visit you often."

"We could try long distance relationship." he suggests. "I really like you, Y/N. I want you to know that. I will do anything to make this work."

Those words make your heart beat faster. In a room full of people, he is the only one you ever want to look at. No one has ever made so much effort for you, it has always been easy and safe with Nicholas, a clear plan always laid out in front of you, you had no idea you would crave something so risky and uncertain. It makes your head spin how loved and special he makes you feel, all your previous concerns are long forgotten.

As soon as you get back into your room, you feel his hands on you. He is kissing your neck, and presses you into the nearest wall. The mixture of his touches, a secluded room where it feels like you are living in your own little world and a light buzz you have from drinks at the restaurant, it all seems so perfect. You wish it all could last. You kiss him back.

He takes off your dress, then you push his shirt past his shoulders and reach for the belt on his pants. When you both get rid of each other's clothes, you make it to the bed.

He grasps the plush of your thigh as you bend your leg around his waist, his other hand braced next to your head as he lines himself up and pushes in.

"Oh, fuck" you wind your arms around his neck, find his mouth with yours.

Joosts brows turn into a frown when you wriggle away from him, but he doesn’t argue when you turn to push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He pulls you down to kiss him instead, panting against your mouth as you sink down inch by slow inch. You can see him watching as you move above him. He feels good like this, his chest is firm under your fingertips, his eyelids heavy and his pupils blown wide in the dark of the room.

“Feel like fuckin heaven..” his hands find your hips, holding you against him as he shifts his hips up in tight rhythm with your body. And it’s the sounds he makes, fucked-out, breathless moans that he would never let anyone else hear.

He can feel you beginning to squeeze tight around him and how slick the slide of you has become. He kneads his hands into your backside, drags his teeth against you again, keeps it going even as you collapse against him. Keeps you riding that wave as he wraps his arms around you and rolls you to the mattress, fucking into you then with the last of his energy. His voice at your ear, “so perfect.. beautiful..." For a split second he imagines a family with you. Would it work between you two? A little kid with his last name running around the house. The imagination takes over him and the words seem to have slipped past his lips. "I love you.”

You open your eyes to look at him. Did he just say...that he loves you? You are taken aback and your mouth doesn't move to say it back. Do you love him? It's all been happening so quickly, you haven't had the time to think about that question.

You are both trying to catch your breath as he lays down next to you, looking at the ceiling.

"Sorry. It just. Kind of happened."

"It's okay." is all you can say. You still can't bring yourself to say it back. You know the heavy weight of these words and you can't yet say them.

A few days after you got back, you and your friend Brianne met up to catch up on everything, after the coffee date, you decide to go thrifting to a few of your favorite spots. You are going through the vintage jackets they have.

"Y/N?" you hear someone call. You turn around and see the girl you met backstage at Joosts concert.

"Hi!" she gives you a hug.

"Hi! Long time no see! How have you been?"

"Good." she smiles at you. "It has been a long time." you hear worry in her voice. "Sorry if I'm being too straightforward, but are you and Joost still close?" she asks.

"Yes." you reply with hesitation, not having expected this question.

"I guess you don't know." she looks down at her hands. "We've been worried about him. He has been turning down our invitations to hang out, which is fine I guess. But he also turned down the gig we were supposed to play in Austria to stay here for longer."

You look at her, all color draining from your face. So, you weren't imagining things. All the pieces suddenly turning into a clear picture, him not being able to focus on his music, the secretive calls. You feel nauseous, guilt creeping up your throat.

"I had no idea." you say quietly. "I will talk to him."

"This isn't like him. Hope you find the right words to say to him, because we sure are out of those." she says and gives you an apologetic smile.

Later that night you get a text from Joost asking if he can come over. You can't see him right now.

No, sorry, I am not feeling well. I'm gonna call it a night early today.

Oh. Hope it's nothing serious. I can bring you soup if you want, give you a massage. Will that help?

I need to be alone today. I'm sorry.

Ok. Feel better soon.

You put down your phone and cover your face with your hands. You can feel a headache coming on, you need to talk to him, but you can't do it today. How could you let this go so far? It is not like you to get swept away like that and to confuse him as well. You feel like it is all your fault that he doesn't have time for anyone else or even work on his music. Has he lost his inspiration because of you too? You feel ashamed. Him saying he loves you all of a sudden? This is not just you having fun together anymore. The fact that you couldn't say it back should have been the first sign.

You knock at his door.

"Come in" you hear his voice from inside the apartment.

You walk in and see him taking out the plates to set the table.

"Hi" he comes up to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. What's with the fancy china?" you ask.

"I can't really cook, but I got us takeaway. Wanted to do something nice for you. In case you didn't want to go out." he says.

"Joost, I need to talk to you." you sigh.

"Ok." his voice getting serious. "What's up?" he leads you to sit on the couch.

"I saw your friend yesterday. The one I met after your show." you say, looking everywhere but not at him. "She told me you cancelled your concert in Austria and haven't been seeing your friends."

He doesn't say anything, he stands up, and runs his hands through his hair. He turns to look at you.

"I was so embarrassed, Joost. I had no idea this is what is going on with you." you continue. "If you need time apart, just tell me. I am not trying to ruin your career."

"You are not ruining anything. Let me explain." he says with a sigh. "This is just one side of the story. Yes, I have been seeing them less, but I was overwhelmed ever since I came here. I met you and things seemed to have... fallen into place, I felt this calmness, finally a little peace of mind."

You look at him tears filling your eyes.

"I promise it's just temporary. It's not you, I have got wrapped in my feelings, I will work it out. I will learn how to balance work and my personal life." he kneels down next to you, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry this happened."

You put your head on his shoulder.

"This really scared me." you say quietly.

"Trust me, I will do better." he says, his hand patting your back in soothing motions.

"I want to trust you." you sit back up to look at him.

He kisses your hand. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

You pull him into a hug. "Let's have that dinner you prepared. Smells so good."

He sighs with relief.

Once again you are in his bed, the smell of him all around you. His breathing is steady next to you. You close your eyes having finally made a decision.

It's deep into the night, you are sitting on the edge of his bed fully dressed. You reach to move a strand of hair, which covers his face, and continue to run your hand through his hair. He smiles in his sleep, as a tear falls down from your face. You walk up to his mirror and leave a note there. Without looking back, you close his door for the last time.

I can't let you build your future around me. You deserve so much more - see the world, create your art and never look back. The world deserves to know your name. I couldn't say I love you that night, but I want you to know that I felt it. One day you will meet someone who is brave enough to say it out loud.

I hope you move on faster than I will. You can be mad at me but please don't blame yourself.

I'm sorry, Joost.

Goodbye.

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Elliot is playing outside with his friends, you can hear their chatter through the open window.

You are mindlessly scrolling through videos on your recommended page. A face you haven't seen in a long time pops up and it takes your breath away the same way it did the first time you bumped into him.

"I'm happy to have finally released this song. I showed it to someone I was close with once, she didn't react with words at first, but I saw goosebumps spreading on her skin. I've been chasing that high ever since." you put down your phone. Tears start blurring your vision, you wipe them away.

You put Elliot to bed, kiss the top of his head, quietly close the door and go into the spare bedroom, which now has a crib prepared, rolls of new wallpaper ready to be put up. You open the cabinet, which you have yet to go through and take out a box. Dust is covering the top of it. You take a deep breath and open the box.

An envelope with a wristband pass, an old receipt with a barely visible ink from your favorite breakfast spot, a label you took off from the wine bottle and a polaroid photo of you dancing at a concert. You take the polaroid, turning it in your hands.

He has never tried to reach out again, you only found this polaroid in your mailbox a week after you left his apartment. You read his neat handwriting on the back of it.

Since I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, I guess I'll do it now. I spent the last few days trying to process why you did it, I wanted to call you, but I won't - it will hurt too much.

I meant what I said that night in the hotel room, but I hope I never see you again. Live a happy life, Y/N, I'm glad to have been a part of it.

Forever yours,

Joost.

The door opens softly. "Honey, you coming?" your fiancé asks.

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"Here is to the sold out tour!" Joost's manager raises a toast.

"Woooo! Cheers!" everyone clinks their drinks together.

Joost's friends and crew came to celebrate a successful show they just played and a world tour ahead of them. This place starts to bring back memories, he's been here before, although seems like a lifetime ago. A bar now turned into a venue for private events.

He notices a woman with a dark haired teenager standing next to her, he can tell by her pretty dress and people around in formal wear - they are celebrating something. There is a brand new guitar wrapped up as a present.

You look as good as the day he first saw you heading to the bar. The rollercoaster of emotions, which almost swept him off his feet. Sometimes he thinks it did. You see him, your eyes wide in surpise and softening as quickly, smile spreading across your face. The smile that he has almost forgotten. You look at each other, all the years between you disappearing. Suddenly it's that summer again, the morning runs, late night texts, a movie playing in the background as you take off his clothes, deep conversations hidden by the comfort of the dark. He thinks back to the note you left on his mirror, he couldn't take it off for days, he kept reading it again and again hoping to find an answer, looking at his own reflection. The night he said those words flashes in his mind. He blinks and the moment ends, the chatter of the room separating you. You go back to your conversation.

He watches as a man joins you with a little girl in his arms, he puts an arm around your shoulders bringing you closer, you lean in comfortably.

Elliot doesn't recognise Joost.

At this moment he stops blaming myself. He can move on.

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Dress up, Sunghoon

lingerie link -

warnings- smut, soft Dom Sunghoon, fem reader, sub reader, lingerie, pet names, fingering, cum play?, lmk if i missed anything

admiring yourself in your full body mirror, you do a swirl. With small white bows, thin fabric and crotchless panties, you knew Sunghoon was going to love it.

Hearing the front door open, you make you way to the bed. Lying there on your phone, you try to act unbotherd.

"Baby" Sunghoon calls out, placing the house keys in the bowl. You don't answer him. Calling out again, you hear Sunghoon near the door. Already left open, Sunghoon stares at your form. A blush forming onto his cheeks, a tent forms in his pants. He stares in silence.

"You look gorgeous" He breaks the silence. His sudden voice peers you away from your phone. Smiling at Sunghoon, he quickly closes the door behind him.

"Need you so bad" On the way to the bed, Sunghoon messily undresses, eager and desperate to taste. Getting onto the bed, he hovers over your frame.

"Thought it was time to get a new one" you say sweetly, blushing as you look up into his eyes. Giving no response, he bends down, kissing you deeply.

With no rush, passion is still there. Slow lips over yours, dancing lightly as his hand comes around your head. Holding you tight, his lips slowly speed up. Sucking onto your lips briefly, your open your mouth. Giving access to your mouth, his tongue dances on yours, exploring the wet cavern. Pulling apart from the deep kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips.

"I love you so much" Sunghoon declares, eyeing out your body. You looked so pretty. His hands trail your chest, squeezing your hips as his hands make his way down to your panties. Eyes slowly leaving your tits, Sunghoon doesn't stop his declaration of love.

"How did I get so lucky..." Fingers ghosting over your crotchless panties, he sucks in a breath. He couldn't ruin you today, he couldn't fuck you hard. He was going to fuck you slowly and you fill you up.

"Please Sunghoon" Your voice cracks. Without a warning, he pushes his index finger into your pussy. Feeling your warmth and tightness, he curls his fingers. Quickly finding your sweet spot, he feels your cunt squeeze his finger more. Slowly curling his finger, he inserts another into your pussy, causing your juices to soak his hand.

"So wet for me" Sunghoon hums, watching his hands glistens as his fingers continue to work in your pussy.

"Can't hold any longer" You mewl, laying your head back as you try to catch your breath. Sunghoon's mere fingers were enough to make you unfold.

"Go on, we got all night" He purrs. Hearing his reply, you can't hold any longer. Mouth opening wide, you cum all over his hand, coating more of his hand in your juices. Feeling you release over his hands; he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt.

Pulling away from your body, Sunghoon finally slides his boxers off. Throwing the boxers away, his hard, red member slaps his chest.

"Want me to ruin this pussy?" Sunghoon doesn't need your answer as he pulls your body closer to his. The yank knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Quickly fisting his already hard cock, he smears his precum over his length. With another pump of his fist, he easily inserts his shaft into your wet cunt.

"f-fuck" You wince, forgetting how big he was. With your already wet pussy, this only allowed him to slide in easier. He was too big to fit all the way in.

"I'll go slow" Sunghoon whispers, bringing his hand to your waist. Both to sooth you and steady himself. Pushing more of his red tip into your folds, he feels your pussy loosen, getting used to his size.

"Doing so good baby" His thumb rubs your hips. Setting his knees in a better stance, he is able to thrusts slowly into you. Slow and deep. Mouth agape, small whines escape as Sunghoons cock fills you to the brim. Pulling his hips back, he slides forward again slowly. Drawing as much pleasure as he can from you, minimising the pain.

Finding a careful rhythm, you welcome to slight stinging of pain. Sunhoons slow but deep thrusts allow him to bend over your body, embracing you into a deep kiss.

"Love you so much" His breath fans against your lips and he dives back into your mouth. Lips chasing your, he lightly bites onto yours.

"Love you hoon" You gasp out, feeling Sunghoons lips ghost aways from yours. Soon they find home on your neck. Sucking harshly and finding hidden sweet spots, his thrusts speed up, meeting his passion.

"Don't stop" Your hands reach up, fingers combing through his locks as you keep his head onto your neck. You didn't care what love bites you would wake up to.

"Right there!" You squeal, feeling Sunghoons tip brush past your sweet spot. Almost forgetting his slow thrusts, they quicks speed up hearing your squeal. Hips rutting up against yours, Sunghoons lips pull apart from your neck.

"This pussy was made for me" Sunghoon breaths out, hips speeding up more, you knee when was going to break. Hands still in his hair, you pull his scalp closer to you.

"Cum on me" You beg. Looking into your sweet fucked out eyes, he couldn't say no. Hips speeding up, fingers bruise your waist, he was ready to release.

Quickly pulling out of your heat, he fists his member before spilling his seed over your lingerie. Decorating your like a piece of art.

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NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS IDK WHY IM WRITING IT

Abuse of power

Shane x Female Reader oneshot

Tw: Shane is a piece of shit, if you watched the Shield or just some of it you'll know. Abusing his Power as a cop. Rough Sex. Rough Oral.

Dub Con kinda stuff guys.

Slapping each other around a bit...Beware. Mention of a bloody kiss. Creampie (Shanes favorite item on the menu)

And minors do not read please.

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Interview time with one of Shanes favorite P.I's.

"I don't know okay.. I swear I didn't hear anything" you sigh, Shane has you pressed between him and his station car, he's always been like that, since you met him, pushy and grabby and overall way too much in your space. He might have squeezed your ass a few times or your breasts... and yeah there was that one time where he made you give him a blow job in the back of his private truck. But other than that? He never took it to actual Sex. And he might be a bit off and uncomfortable but he's never been too rough with you.

He doesn't slap you around or degrade you too much. Sometimes you even think he really likes talking to you.

"Give me something, anything Baby, you don't want me to bust you for hookin' now do you?" He teases.

"I'm not a fucking hooker?!" You try to get away from him but no way, no chance.

"Good luck tryin' to proof that to the Departement darlin' " The evil tease in his voice, the smirk on his face. He makes you sick and at the same time... blowing him wasn't the worst thing you've ever done.

"I really don't have anything Shane! I swear, not a peep at the moment. Not between me and my girls or the idiots we hook up with, alright, I can't help you on this one! Now...let me go" You try to squeeze past him again but he doesn't let you. His hands grab your hips, you can feel his fingers digging into your bones.

"If I find out your lying to me..." Shane warns. He leans in closer, you can feel his breath against your cheek. "I'm going to shove my 9 inches into every fucking hole you got" He pushes you away almost so hard that you go stumbling. But you manage to catch yourself in time. Watching him get in the car and drive off.

Fuck.

You hope that wasn't a real threat because..you just lied to him.

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"SHIT" You try to push the door shut again but no chance, Shane already has his boot and then the rest of his leg in the door. He's not alone either, feeling two strong arms wrap around you from behind. "You lied to me Angel! Im so..- heartbroken! You didn't tell me that TJ came to your fucking house to what..? Get a quickie in and hide his god damn coke?" He asks.

"Really hoping he didn't shove it up your ass but I might have to do a little search just to be sure" He grabs your face to force you to look at him.

"No...no- please I swear it wasn't like that. He didn't hide anything! I promise...Shane.. I promise. I tell you where, I tell you" You beg and thank god he nods, the arms release you, fuck, Vic.

"I got this." Shane tells him and you watch Vic slowly leave. That's either good or really bad.

"So? He fucked you and stashed his shit somewhere. Where?" He huffs.

"He didn't fuck me..." You groan. "He forced me to let him in, cried like a little bitch and told me he put the damn powder into a flour jar in the youth Center...-" You sigh. Thank god that Center is on summer break. "Oh, really? Cause he told me a different Story!" Shit. He found TJ before coming here. "What's his Version?" You ask when he looks around your place, not exactly treating your things kindly.

"His story was that he hid it here after he fucked you from behind sweetie, now I don't care which tale is true here. I just gotta know where the blow is at" He points out. After knocking some of your stuff over he walks back towards you, taking a fistful of your hair and throwing you onto your knees.

"THE YOUTH CENTER! Shane I swear! Flour Box in the kitchen cabinet." You look up at him with pleading eyes. Watching him make a phone call and moments later you hear a car leaving your driveway.

"They are going to check that out but darlin' if that is another lie...." he tugs on your hair as a warning. Sitting down on your couch with a loud sigh, he lets go of your hair to light up a cigarette. "Why did you lie, your blowing this whole god damn thing for me, you ain't gonna get any more paychecks i hope you fucking know that" He huffs.

"Because he was crying...like a Baby....I felt bad but I told him there is no way in hell he's gonna leave this shit here..So he took it over there. That's all there is to it, I didn't know you guys cared so damn much for a brick of coke" You frown. "Hey!" His foot kicks into your side "You got no idea what this is about so shut it" He uses your coffee mug as ashtray at least. This whole waiting and sitting around, him on your couch and you on the floor thing is more than nervewrecking. What if TJ moved it and it's not there? Would he...- would Shane kill you?

When he gets a call you prey a little, not being religous at all, but it can't hurt right?

When he gets off the phone you shake...hands trembling, looking up at him with big eyes. "You got lucky this time, Vic found it." Shane mumbles.

Oh thank fucking god.

"That doesn't mean your off the hook, you lied to me." Shane reminds, you watch him stand up again, grabbing a hold of your shirt and then he draws back his right arm, turns his hand into a fist.

"Please don't..- don't hurt me. I'm sorry, god so so sorry!" You claw at his jeans. "Shane. Let me Show you how sorry, please." You open his belt with a nervous smile, dragging down his zipper. He's simple like that, it will work.

His arm lowers itself and in a matter of seconds he's shoving his cock into your mouth, down your throat. Making you Violently choke on it, sob around it, gag on it, all the things you know he likes. It's better than a beating, and even though you hate his fucking guts you can't help but to moan around him. Show him how good you can be, useful, that you suck cock a lot better without a busted lip.

Shane slowly breaks it off to sit down on the couch, watching you follow and lift your arms onto his lap before your head leans back down.

He is simple like that. Which is great for you, works in your favor. Might mean you will get out of this one smoothly. He tugs on your hair but gently this time, hearing a deep rumble and moan coming out of him turns you on. Oh he's been desperate for this, he didn't get off in a while. You can tell.

But to Shane a blowjob won't be enough, not tonight. He lets you treat his dick like a candy cane for a little while longer before he grabs your head with both hand, lifting it off of his hard and aching actual 9 inch cock. You lick your lips and wipe your mouth when you look up at him, he loves this shit.

"He really didn't screw you? TJ.." He asks.

You wonder why he's so strangely curious about it. But when his hand holds your chin and his thumb wipes softly over your lips you smile genuinely up at him.

"No, fuck no, crying piece of shit like that? Im not that desperate." You huff. Licking along his cock from the base to his tip and watching him throw his head back. "Maybe he said it cause he knew it would get to you?" You suggest.

"Get to me? Why would that get to me? I don't give a shit about you or who you spread your god damn legs for" Shane huffs, he seems really annoyed at that. Botherd. So much so that he shoves you off, pulling his pants back on. Why is he always so weird?

"So the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the ass doesn't bother you?" You ask curiously. He scoffs at you, getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket. "No" He huffs loudly.

He's lying.

It totally does bother him. Fuck, but he's been so...ugh. That can't be how he behaves around a woman he actually likes right?

"Are you...jealous?" You get up, a teasing look on your face. "You totally are! But that would mean that you like me and- there is no way because you treat me like dogshit" You point out.

He moves to the door but his hand stays on the handle, not twisting it. You can see how he's breathing faster, the anger on his face, how he seems as if he's aruging mentally with himself right now.

"I'm not, and your right, there is no way. You mean nothin' to me darlin' nothin' . But..- you are into that, you love it when I treat you like that, when I press myself against you, when I grab at you, when I pull your hair and throw you around like some 20$ whore from the street corner." He points out. Hanging his jacket at the door before he takes a step towards you again.

"The more you squirm against me, the stronger that urge in you gets to spit in my face or clock me one the harder you make me baby. That's what you know, that's why you do it" Shane does it again, pushing you into the wall and pressing himself against you.

"Your into women spitting on you?" You question with a laugh. Then the back of his hand connects with your face, not hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to make you try and squirm away from him again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't like that" He huffs back.

And then you spit into his face.

You watch him slowly wipe it off with the back of his hand, and then his tongue licks up your spit from his hand. Fucking god.

Whoever breaks first now admits to what the other accused them of. If he kisses you he's gonna admit that he actually likes you, if you kiss him first you admit that you like being smacked around a little.

Shane kisses you first.

Which is surprising considering you had his dick in your mouth not too long ago. The way he's kissing is so demanding, needy, he wants to possess all of you, your mouth, your body, every fucking inch of you. You push yourself harder against him, moaning softly into his mouth when your tongues press roughly into each other.

When the air thins in your lungs you pull back slowly, searching his eyes. "Jesus Shane, really?" You question. He looks guilty, he looks broken that he admitted to liking you. "Vic wanted me to rough you up, not a whole lot, just enough to make you understand that you can't lie to me, to us." He frowns. "He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out I screwed you instead.." He sighs deeply.

"What would that have done? Just because you are scared of someone doesn't mean you magically start yappin' the truth. It would have done nothing to me except for giving me a Black eye or a busted lip." Your hands stroke over his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt.

"Your right and I'm sorry that I almost.. -" his hand touches your cheek. He almost did it. That's how much Power Vic and the guys have over him.

"But you didn't Shane, and that little backhanded smack-" You shrug. Feeling his hands tickle your sides "I knew it!" He laughs. "You totally liked it, I'm never wrong about my women" He says proudly.

"Can you just fuck me now, Shane? Mark what's yours? Cause I don't want..TJ or some other fucking gang banger. I want you, I want the Cop that had his hands all over me from the day we met" You kiss his jaw.

"Promised you 9 inches in every hole for that lie of yours didn't I? Let's get to work then" He grabs your pants and practically tears them down, doing the same with your panties but being as gross as he is... He takes them and brings them to his nose and mouth. Taking a deep breath.

"God darlin' how do you manage that scent, that's the greatest smelling pussy I've ever known" He comments, you take Note on how he stuffs your panties into the back pocket of his jeans..fuck.

"Remember that Collin guy? You wanted to know so so badly where he was, you pinned me to the car, I was squirming against you, you didn't leave off me and then you took a hold of my crotch. Pressed two fingers between my legs while I started talking about where he's hiding out at?" You huff.

"Mhm?" His hand moves there again, cupping you and pushing two fingers into you.

"Those are the same panties I wore that day. Washed of course but, I think it's a bit funny." You point out. "If I remember that correctly too.. you were beggin' me to stop, wanna repeat that?" He asks.

You bite your lip, rolling your hips slowly into his touch to simulate squirming against him again. "Shane stop...-" You try to squeeze your legs together but his big hand is in the way.

"STOP...- stop stop..- please I told you where he is, that's all I know" You mimic your voice from back then. The expression on his face is adoreable, he really is an asshole but god he's so fucking hot. The way he moves his fingers into you, so deep and steady.

His other hand lifts your leg up, he starts moving against you as if he's fucking you against the wall but it's still only his two fingers. "You better be honest with me from now on, I can only convince Vic that it was a mistake and you will never do it again one exact time. It won't work a second time..." and suddenly the play pretend turns into the Real Deal again.

"Don't care who's sobbing into your ear, you hear me?" His fingers move harder, rough now, Drilling into you at a not so comfortable angle.

"What's he gonna do if it happens again?" You ask with genuine fear on your face and his silence makes your stomach turn. "I vouch for you, for this one, I'd forgive you a second time, he wouldn't. I don't know how he would handle it. Bust you for hookin' somehow." He takes his hand away from your wet core. Licking his fingers with a loud 'pop' before he undoes his belt and zipper, dropping it all onto the floor.

"Turn around" He nods towards the wall.

"No" You huff, not after what he just said?! That Vic would throw you in jail for something you didn't do if you ever forget to tell the whole truth again?

He scoffs at you, hands grabbing your hips, turning you around and pressing you into the wall. "Shane! Shane don't! Im not done talking about this..." You squirm for Real this time. His ego is sickening.

"Well I am" He grobes your behind roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. When he lets go you can feel his tip at your hole. The wrong fucking hole. "No...no no! Shane! I'm serious this time, no. It's gonna hurt so bad, please don't" You hear him sigh loudly, and then he pushes into your soaked pussy. "FUCK" But a whole lot better than the other option.

The snaps of his hips are brutal, but god it's so good. You hate knowing that a piece of shit like him is so damn good at fucking, but most are, aren't they? You moan loud, hands trying to reach back to make his hips go a tiny bit slower but he simply grabs hold of both of your wrists. "God damn Baby, I should have done this so much sooner" He groans. His other hand smacks your cheeks roughly, spreading you open to watch his cock move in and almost out of you over and over.

"You don't ever fucking lie to me again or im gonna have you like this for a few friends of mine, they ain't gonna make it this good though" He huffs. And this time you really want to push him off, but he Hits the spot. He just does. His tip is thick and heated and you can feel it drag over a spot that just feels incredible deep inside of you. And with that speed? You knew he was fit but that's some Athlete kind of shit.

Your shoulder and face softly ache from being forced into the wall, you'd ask him to move it somewhere else but your pretty sure he doesn't give a shit about it.

"So good, so fucking good Shane" You moan a bit extra intense just for him, even though he really is doing a good job.

"Yeah I knew you'd like that." He grabs your hips with both hands thrusting so hard that you suddenly slam with your face first against the wall. You knew you'd end up with a busted lip somehow.

"Ow!" You groan, holding you chin not wanting to touch your lip.

Shane at least is nice enough to stop fucking you raw for a moment, he pulls out and turns you around, gentle hands holding your face. "Shit im sorry..." He seems like he does feel bad about it, but not for long. "Hold on, Hold that pose" He looks through his pants on the floor and takes out his flip phone. Snapping a pic of your face with his hand holding it. Getting a good shot of your busted lip.

"Sending that to Vic! So he thinks I taught you a lesson" He smirks wide.

"Your unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable Shane." You curse his Name, turning away from him.

"Hey im sorry, but it works doesn't it, I didn't see how close your face was to that edge there im really sorry" He turns your face to look at him. Kissing your busted lip gently, feeling his hard cock press against your hip.

You nod while he apologizes. Smiling up at him when he kisses it better. Only to smack him one back as hard as you can. You can see a look in his eyes, it's burning, you've never seen such a psycho look in someone's eyes before.

Before you know it he grabs you, lifts you and carries you to your bed. He throws you onto it, hovering above you before he forces his body between your spread legs. A hand wraps around your throat when he pushes inside of you again he picks up the exact same speed of his hips like before.

Your legs wrap around his waist and all you can do is moan, that's all he can do apparently too.

Your moans, your movements, everything is in perfect sync. His hand lets go of your throat to squeeze your breast, rubbing his thumb over your already hard nipple while he slams his fucking hips into yours. "Shane....Shane...stop!" You bite your lip with a smirk when he looks at you to confirm if you really meant it or if you were teasing again.

It's nice that he checked, you didn't really expect him to.

"Think you can just lie to me you stupid bitch huh? I fucking own you. You'd be a broke whore without me" He looks into your eyes and you can tell, for the first time, that he doesn't mean it. It's not how he really feels but it turns you on either way.

"Please...stop, please Shane" You make your voice Sound as desperate as possible and he fucking cums. He moans so loud that your shitty neighbours start banging against the wall. You can feel his cock throbbing and leaking his cum deep inside of you, shoving it in deeper with every thrust that still follows until you cum too. Your raw fucked core clenches around him while your whole body lifts off the bed with your hand and leg strenght only.

Hand in his hair roughly pulling until your done and your body falls back onto the mattress. His on top of yours.

"Shit.." You breathe out, feeling a drop of blood on your lip but before you can wipe it away he kisses it away. Licking his lips and kissing you deeply again.. a kiss tasting of your blood and he's almost ready to fucking go again. Christ.

Your breathing barely turned back to normal when his phone suddenly rings and he pulls himself out of you.

"Oh good fucking god darlin' wish you could see that, my favorite kinda pie" He chuckles, staring at the mess he made of you when he stumbles around to grab his phone. When he returns he keeps you from closing your legs with a hand. Pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder...moving between your legs. "Ya?" He's on the phone while his tongue drags over your soaked and cum leaking core.

He really is a piece of work.

Your so overstimulated but you don't know who he's on the phone with so you stay quiet.

Your hand strokes through his hair when your hips squirm once more because of Shane.

"Oh yeah she uh, she learned her lesson" Shane looks up at you, silently asking if you did.

You smirk wide and give him a thumbs up before his tongue rolls over your sensitive clit.

You could swear a finger of his is toying around with the mess he made while just casually shatting up Vic on the phone.

"Yeah I'll be there in 10" He mumbles.

But you pull roughly on his hair.

"15..Sorry" He tells Vic and you do it again.

"Imma be there in 30 alright? Gotta take care of something, okay, later" He hangs up and tosses the phone next to you.

"Got 15 more minutes out of this deal Baby, how do you wanna spend it?" He's going to need 5 minutes to get dressed and going and 10 for the ride back to the station.

"Well, 15 isn't enough to get me ready for anal so we might have to do that some other time. So, honestly?" You look down on him placing soft kisses onto your lower stomach.

"You can make it up to me now, how you've been treating me since we met." You tug on his hair again and you don't even have to tell him twice, he's so eager. "Yes Mam." He lowers his head.

And for the next 15 minutes you let him work his tongue, you make him clean up the mess he made inside of you. And give you as many extra orgasms as you desire...

You could get used to that, but god he's a dick!

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EYY Thank you for reading, I really really hope you liked it!!! (I did not spellcheck this. Apologies)

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[jakesangel]

firsts w jake ꣑୧ - deep dive into calm love w him

first future plans talk

lazy moments w you va me his favorite moment w you. lazy morning, hours spent cuddling or lazily kissing, sharing soft words. or lazy night, deep talk or funny stories shared, while you his chest. you know i love this kind of moments baby. i love coming home to yours n have a nice meal then our usual routine finally be in each other arms. don't you think ? he'd say as his graze stays on the ceiling as he starts to daydreams about his future life w you. i'm so excited for when we will live together, in a nice little loft while having our layla w us. i cant wait to come to our home n get to kiss you every night. or to wake up every morning, to kiss your pretty face awake. can you see it too ? , as his gaze finally shift to yours. as he hears your own ideal life, he is happy to be apart of it, warms his heart to know that the love of his life also wants to be w him in the future. so he would love you off to his chest, n lay on his side, facing you. he would then bring his hand the the side of your face, his eyes spreading anything but love to you, i only want you in my future, my love. i only want you now but i just only need you. wether you want kids or not, wether you want to live in korea or not, i'll follow you everywhere n will do anything for you to stay by your side, he would say as his thumb softly strokes your cheek. i promise you ill keep you happy, my love. ill make sure your pretty smile of yours, will remain as long as i'm by your side. thank you for making me the happiest man alive, y/n, kissing your forehead softly. he would then stare softly at you n your face, n finally kiss you, to share how his currently body feels.

first ring

after a year w you, jake would be sure yours the one for him. as much as he wants to marry w you, he can only give you a promise ring tonight. he'd be preparing it for a week, everything will br thought by him, you only needing to look pretty n to accept his advances. you'd come home, w petals all over the floor n your place nicely decorated. music would be softly played as he followed the rhythm while cooking tonight's meal. as he hears your shook words, he'd softly greet you, leading you to dance w him, i've missed you today baby, more than usual, he would say as he makes you twirl. did you have a good day, my love ? he'd then ask, pulling you closer, dancing even slower. alright, lemme make you your night then mmh ? you're bath is already ready, call me when you're done okay ? he'd then kiss you in a comfortable manners. after calling him that youre done w showering, he will be the one takinf care of you. he would mosturized your body, oyt on the pretty dress n heels he boight you spevially for today. he woukdnt forget to kiss you where he can or tell you how pretty you are with im so lucky or my pretty woman. he'd let you have your time to do your makeup while he does your hair, how he knows you like it. finally done, he would then lead you the the kitchen w the prepared meal. the chats will be the same as usual, sharing each other stories from the day n how excited you are for the anniversary trip. once came the desert time, jake would use it to finally tell you on why he is doing all of this tonight. love, could i hold your hand please, he'd say handing his hand, ive had the most amazing year of my life just thanks to your existence by my side. knowing you is my biggest honnor n i wouldn't know what to do if i'd lose you. in fact, you being my woman means so so so munch to me, i truly believe i will love you forever. i have fell completely in love w you. all of your charms all of your quirkiness, everything. i love you as a whole n i want keep this honor to see it all the rest of my life. and as he concluded he'd finally, show you the infamous black box, slidding it on the table, can i be the man who stay by your side the rest of your life, please ?

꣑୧ one week ꣑୧ one month

notes : n the série is finally done >< i hope u had as munch fun as i did ㅎㅎ i truly believe jake is a very polite man would do everything for his girl n would know quite early if he is going to stay w her or not > < again this isn't proofread

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[kuniihoonii]

Overstimulating sub!aventurine // HC

Minors DNI // 18+

Warnings: overstimulation (obviously), nipple play, praising, handjob, aven goes into subspace <3. Not proof read.

N/A: It's been a hot minute since I wrote anything, specifically smut related so I decided go do a headcannon to kind of ease myself into writing again 😋. If you have any ideas for headcannons you'd like to see, feel free to send me an ask !

I feel like he's already pretty sensitive... like.. everywhere. So when I say overstimulate him, I don't only mean his pretty cock. Overstim his cute nips too~ suck on them or roll your thumb of them, it'll drive him insane <3. If you're giving him a handjob while also playing with one of his nips.. oh god 😵‍💫. He'd let out such loud moans if you do that <3. He'd already be quite loud, he just can't help it~ he's also going to try and pretend what you're doing doesn't effect him but that won't last long.

Now... when he cums the first time and you keep going, he'll whimper out "wait I just ahh came." He'd get so whiny <33. He'd try to grab your hand but he'll stop himself because he wants to be good for you. If you wanna be mean, keep playing with his nips too. If you wanna be a little nicer then just focus on his cock <3. Either way he'll be a moaning, broken mess <3.

Praise him while doing this !!! He'll completely melt. Tell him how good he's doing for you, how good he's taking you. Call him a good boy <3. Your angel <3. Mixing the overstimulation with praise will break him further <3.

That makes me think... Aventurine going into subspace 😵‍💫. He'll start begging and not even knowing what he's begging for. All he knows is the pleasurable pain he's feeling along with the praise you're giving him. Cup his cheek with your free hand and kiss him <3. Let's say you already made him cum twice. Tell him "just one more, yeah? You can do that for me, angel, can't you?" He'll whine but he'll nod "mkay." Call him a good boy for going so long <3.

Keep kissing him <3. Kiss his cheeks, lips, jawline and his pretty neck <3. He'll be grabbing onto you, wanting to keep you close <33. God and his fucked out face when he cums for the last time 😵‍💫. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling, that cute blush on his face and his hair disheveled. He'd hold you tighter and let out such a pretty whine <333.

Once you're done with him. Clean him up and let him know how good he's done and how proud you are of how long he lasted <3. It'll feel strange to him, being taken care of so well. He loves it though, he loves being loved and he hopes you never stop loving him. Actually... tell him "I love you" after that, he'll be so happy <3. He's probably gonna pass out after all that. Almost resting his whole body on yours and his face in your neck as he dozes off.

[everyb0dysf00l]

Larry Johnson - Fluff Alphabet

Cw: established relationship, Larry's a canonical stoner, one mention of at-home piercing (so needles), Larry is 18-19 (high school to college age)

Notes: I've wanted to write about this guy for so long 🙏

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Somehow manages to be chill and clingy at the same time. His limbs will be wrapped around you lazily but don't let that fool you because he's got you in a vice grip. Does not care about PDA, he'll hug you, kiss you, hold you anywhere and anytime without a care, unless you're uncomfortable with that of course. You're his muse, he loves drawing and painting your face and your shape, he honestly could never get tired of replicating your image on his canvases. Has multiple portraits of you in his drawers and on his wall.

B = Best Friend (How would they be as a friend? How would you become they're friend?)

This man is with you through thick and thin. Any crazy ideas you have; he's on board. Takes you to the most obscure abandoned places, you don't even know how he found them. You'd have to get along with Sal to be one of his best friends, he spends a lot of time with his bud so if you don't like him there's not much you could do together. Will give you painting lessons, does not care if your painting is down right horrible he'll hang it up either in his locker or in his room.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He takes up most of any surface he's sleeping on. Your best bet is to lay on top of him, anywhere else and he'll kick you or roll on top of you. Larry loves cuddles, like I said before; he doesn't care where you two are he's showing you affection. Wants you as close to him as possible, like all limbs wrapped around you in an oxygen stealing type cuddle. He's quite skinny so he won't be the most comfortable but he makes up for it with his body heat, boy does this guy heat up in the winter, he's like your personal hot water bottle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? Are they good at cooking and cleaning?)

It depends what you mean by "settling down", if it means starting a family, he isn't sure about that at this point of his life- why start a family when he already has a great one? However if it means stopping dating and choosing you as his partner, he'd 100% be prepared to settle down with you. Larry's the type of guy to catch feelings then plan your wedding in the same day. It's not often he falls in love but when he does he's head over heels. Can't cook to save his life, he relies on his mom and Sal to cook for him- Sal's a great cook, by the way. If you two are alone and food needs to be cooked, sorry but you're on your own- unless you want the apartments to burn down. He's amazing at cleaning though, if it's one thing Lisa is going to teach her son it's how to clean up, she won't be raising a slob. If you two live together, it would likely be you cooking and him cleaning.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it? Why would they do it?)

Unfortunately, coming with the trait of falling in love quickly, he can fall out of love just as fast. It would just happen without warning, one minute he's infatuated then the next he just becomes uninterested. It's happened a few times, actually. There's not much either of you could do to stop it, you just have to hope it doesn't happen. It's not like he wants it to happen, he despises it to be honest, he genuinely doesn't know why he does it and he'll do anything to stop it. But if he honestly can't regain feelings for you, he'd ask you to meet him somewhere alone so he can tell you. He'll hate telling you that he wants a break up and will feel so guilty when you get upset.

F = Fiance (How do they feel about commitment?)

Talks about how he wants to marry you all the time but he's never actually thought about it. It's kinda just something he says because that's how much he loves you. After Lisa and Henry's wedding, he might put more thought into it and actually consider putting a ring on your finger. If you do get married at some point it's likely to be low-key and low effort, not because he doesn't want to put effort into it but because he likes the idea of a chill evening between the two of you and your close friends to celebrate your love.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This guy loves play fighting, it's one of his love languages. He can't resist tickling you either, if you're reaching up to grab something from the top shelf you can be sure he's taking advantage of that. He's never too rough with you though, he may look skinny but he's actually freakishly strong and he knows that. If he accidentally hurt you while you're messing around, he'll immediately apologise and make sure you're okay. He cares very much about your wellbeing, both physically and mentally. He's got a dirty mouth so he'll most likely say some things he doesn't mean or make a joke that goes too far from time to time, he never means it though, just tell him you don't like what he said and he'll say sorry and stop.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are they like?)

Larry loves a good hug. His favourite is a side hug, especially when you're sat next to each other in lesson or you're walking down the hall together. He's either a furnace or cold, no in-between. Not a nice cold either, a clamy, sweaty cold. He'll roll his sweater sleeves over his hands if he notices you're uncomfortable with it.

I = I love you (How soon do they say it? Who says it first?)

He rarely ever says "I love you" most of the time it's just a casual "love ya" that he says to his friends. It's just normal for him, he doesn't notice he does it. There are times though, usually after a smoke session or a late night, where he'll tell you his feelings properly. He's definitely the one to say it first, he throws the word around too tightly, to be honest.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Larry is secure in your relationship but he can still have his moments. He knows you're loyal but he's still an immature 18 year old who can get a bit insecure sometimes. If he's extra jealous, he'll come up behind you and wrap you in a hug, asking if you're okay and if the person you're talking to is bothering you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like kissing you and where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves, loves, loves scattering kisses on your face. You'll practically be begging for forgiveness with the way this boy attacks your face. Eskimo kisses are his go-to goodbye kisses. The rest of your friends have to watch from the side as Larry basically eats your face, again Larry doesn't care about PDA so he won't mind Sal "gagging" in the background while he makes out with you.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children? Do they want any of their own?)

Honestly, he's too young to even consider this as something he wants in life but if you bring it up he'd probably say "maybe", he hasn't got much experience with kids to know if he wants to spend years raising one. But he'd find it fun to imagine a bunch of little Larrys running around.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them? What is their routine?)

He's not a morning person at all. He has to drag himself up in the morning to get to school and would end up being late if it wasn't for Lisa. His morning routine isn't really a routine it's more like a scramble to get to school on time. He has an alarm set but he always presses the snooze button about five times, when he does get up he definitely does "the sniff test" on the clothes he has dumped on his floor, then he'll brush his teeth before heading out.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them? What is their routine?)

As expected, he stays up until the early hours of the morning, either smoking, chatting, or playing video games. He knows he should go to sleep earlier but he never ends up doing it. Unless you shove a pillow on his face and force him to have a good night routine.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Larry is an open book, there's not much he has to hide. He literally involved Sal in his plot to take Charley down the same day he met him. There are still some things he'd keep to himself though, like his "curse", he'll take some time to talk about things like that but he's relatively open. More open than most people, at least.

P = Patience (How patient are they? Are they easily angered?)

Larry can be impatient when he finds something/someone annoying. He has little tolerance and doesn't like people trying to rile him up on purpose. He tries to be better with you but if you intentionally try to annoy him, it'll work. This doesn't mean Larry is an angry, violent guy, quite the opposite actually, he doesn't like violence (Travis is the exception). He just doesn't like people pestering him.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget things?)

Simultaneously has insanely good memory and the memory of a goldfish. He can remember really important things but other things he's no so good at. For example, he forgets assignments and tests until someone reminds him but tell him you like a certain brand of cereal on a random Tuesday and he'll always have it at his place for when you come over. If he wants to remember something but thinks he'll forget, he writes down what he needs to remember on his arm.

R = Remember (What's their favourite memory of you?)

As clique as it sounds, the day he met you. You likely met either because you were sat next him in class or you were at a concert he was at aswell. The entire reason he wanted to date you was because of how enamored he was when he first found you (kinda like Sal with Ash).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

You saw how he reacted when Travis punched Sal and that basically sums up how protective he is over you. He isn't possessive or overbearing but he will make sure you're okay if someone's bugging you or if you look uncomfortable. (Definitely bites when he's in a fight, just saying)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries and everyday tasks?)

Larry doesn't have much money to spear and you live in the most boring town on the planet but that won't stop him from trying to take you on an amazing date. He doesn't like spending money at big corporations (sticking it to the man and all that) but he'd definitely take you to a local dinner he heard you wanted to go to. He loves date nights at home; listening to some music, ordering pizza, watching a movie (he's a sap for romantics no matter how much he denies it), and playing video games.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

A nose picker, sorry. Definitely digs for gold in those caverns. A nail biter, unless he has them painted, which doesn't really stop him a whole lot to be honest. Has the hygiene of the typical teen boy, but he showers almost every day and brushes his teeth and hair so probably not the worst of all teen boys. Can take jokes a bit too far but will apologise if you drive home how fucked up what he did was.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? What did they think of their looks?)

Legitimately looks like he could be part possum. He showers and brushes his hair regularly but he doesn't have any insane care routines. He knows he's semi-attractive but doesn't put much thought into his appearance, he only spends time getting dressed into clothes he likes, he doesn't care if other people like it or not. Does appreciate your input though. He enjoys piercing himself at home, much to your dismay, in his opinion; what's the point of paying for something when you can do it yourself?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

This depends on whether or not he still has feelings for you. If he lost feelings for you through the relationship, he would be able to move on relatively well, he'd actually feel guilty at how easy he got over your break up. However if he still loves you and you're the one who breaks up with him or you're seperated for other reasons, he'll be lost without you. He loves you very much, like I said when Larry loves, he loves hard. He'll be depressed to all hell without you, Sal will have to pull him out of his feelings.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Scary good at video games. He has the highest score out of your whole friend group and is very proud of it. "Don't worry, maybe one day you'll be as amazing at video games as me."

Y = Yuck (What are some things they don't like, both in general and in a partner?)

Bullies. Larry absolutely despises bullies. He's already been made fun of a lot at school but after meeting Sal, he realised just how bad some people can get. He doesn't like people who are too uptight, either. Although he'd definitely benefit from someone to keep him in check, he doesn't want someone who is too onto him for the way his is.

Z = ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)

He starts off tossing and turning but a couple hours in he's as stiff as a plank, nothing you'll do will be able to move this man. Unless you're super strong, you're not gonna be able to roll all of his weight off of you if he rolls on you. That's why you have to secure a spot on top of him or else bye, bye air.

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[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Riding the bike backwards aka crushing hard and using any excuse for physical contact

[weareuniqueandimportant]

EH... THAT WAS A PRETTY WORTHLESS 5 HOURS... THE COMMENTS ARE ALL VIRGINS... SOMEONE NUTTED OR SOMETHING THINKING THAT WILL ASSERT SUPERIORITY ON HER OR SOMETHING LOL... ABUSER BIGOT LOSER CRYING STOP TAKING THE THING THEY TAKE SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY WHILE TAKING THIS VIDEO SERIOUSLY... SHE'S WORTHLESS HERSELF... ONLY OUR FEELINGS MATTER NOTHING ELSE IS RELEVANT... THIS IS SO BORING AND BIGOTED... SHE'S SUPER LAME... HARUMI IS THE VICTIM TBH... THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE ALL EVIL ALL THE BIGOTED THINGS ABUSER BIGOT LIKE THE SERIES... THEM OR OVERLORD THAT DOESN'T MATTER WHO'S THE ONE MANIPULATING HER... WHICH BTW IS WHAT THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE DOING... AS IS EVERY SINGLE ABUSER FAN OF THIS EVIL CARTOON... WE WILL WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE ONLY ONCE THEY PUSH THESE LOSERS TO THE SIDE AND SAY THIS STORY ISN'T ABOUT THEM ANYMORE WHILE INTRODUCING SOME LOVELY BRAND NEW MARY SUES THAT REPRESENT EVERYTHING IN A WOMAN SHE CLEARLY DESPISES... SHE'S A MISOGYNIST HERSELF... INFACT A SEXIST BIGOT QUEERPHOBIC BIGOT ABLEIST SANIST PARAPHOBIC RACIST ALL THE BIGOTED THINGS ABUSER BIGOT... I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE'S ITEMPHOBIA TBH... AND THIS ENTIRE MESS WAS ALWAYS DESTINED TO BECOME ONE... THAT'S WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS... CAPITALISM... THE COMPANY... THE WRITERS... THE PEOPLE THAT APPROVED THEM... WHATEVER THEY BASED THIS ON... THEY NEVER CONSIDERED ANY GROUP... THEY NEVER CARED ABOUT ANYONE... THEY DIDN'T PLAN ANYTHING FOR THESE LACKING CHARACTERS AND ONCE THEY ADD THINGS TO THEM THEY JUST KEEP GETTING MORE AND MORE SEXIST... HER FAVORITE SEASON IS ASS HER FAVORITE CHARACTER MOMENTS ARE ASS... TORWARDS THE END OUR EMOTIONS WATCHING WERE MURDERED THEY DIED THEY WERE NO LONGER THERE... WHAT HAPPENED WITH OTHER CAPITALIST CASHGRABS LIKE THOSE MARVEL MOVIES... THAT HAVE NOTHING WOKE ABOUT THEM TBH BESIDES THE BANGER THE MARVELS... A NARRATIVE ABOUT HOW YOU SHOULDN'T CHANGE ANYTHING BECAUSE ABUSER BIGOT DON'T WANT YOU TO...

[volensnolenss]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍

summary: you can't wait any longer, so you let your older brother's best friend fuck you;

content: nsfw!mdni, suguru is your older brother; doggy, missionary, creampie, praising;

“fuck- satoru” you’re gasping, your fingers are gripping the sheets as his cock harshly thrusting into you, “baby, stop whimpering” his head is bent towards you, and you can feel his gloating smile, “are you my good girl mmm?” he's cooing and you’re nodding, feeling how deep gojo is and he just smirked, “so proud of you, princess.”

you always teased satoru when he came to your house with suguru. you liked to casually walk past them in one of your short outfits, which is why gojo switched his focus of attention to you. and, of course, suguru noticed this by giving him a steely glance, which satoru just grinned at.

every time you looked at him with your angelic smile, he wasn't exactly touched, rather, he wanted to know what was hiding behind it.

his palm made its way and he squeezed your waist without slowing down. you feel his veiny fat cock pounding your soaking walls leaving wet slaps.

“how do you think suguru will react if he sees us?” he kisses your shoulder, barely biting the skin, you moan and your back is against to his wide chest, “hate you-” gojo just chuckled and sank his cock deeper, causing you to cry out a little, his tip is adjacent to your tight cunt.

satoru grabbed your chin and stifled your moans with a kiss. he feels your fat tears flowing down your cheeks. your mind is not focused on anything except the tension in your lower abdomen.

“you’re so pretty, baby” his cock gradually throbs in you, still inexorably shaking your walls. satoru's voice vibrates, feeling you shrink “someone's gonna cum?”

“i'm close, satoru, i can’t” you feel a tingling sensation in your limbs and sigh loudly, succumbing to satoru, who presses you close to him and grunts under his breath, “so good, so good” he cum, filling you up to the very edge and loosing his grip on you.

you rolled over on your back, your eyelashes glistening with tears. satoru approaches you, covering your body with his, “my sugar” he kisses your neck and before reaching your chest, gojo stumbled and looked at you “wanna feel you again” you're meowing by moving your hips. your clenching pussy touches his red sensitive tip and he bites his lips.

“if suguru knew what you really are,” he grins, stroking your thigh, “he would be amazed by you.” gojo spread your thighs and he saw a beautiful sight on your pussy stuffed with his cum. He can't get the idea out of his head that you're so cute looking like that.

“i'm not a child” your sullenness disappears momentarily when every inch of his cock is pushed into you again, “i see, i see” gojo whispers to you, putting his finger to your half-open mouth. you and he heard footsteps and soon a voice calling you.

“hey, what have you been doing in your room for so long?” suguru is talking to you and you see the door handle move.

“don't come in!-” his cock completely sinks into you, causing you to lose your temper.

“what? what’s going on?”

“i'm-i'm changing!” you can hardly pronounce and cover your mouth with your palm while satoru is stretching into you.

suguru lets go of the door handle in disbelief and leaves, “I'm waiting for you.” you stopped listening to him and completely surrendered to gojo. you already didn't care about anything when his cock hits your pampered and sensitive places perfectly, which makes you breathe shallowly.

“fuck, angel, you're driving me crazy" he grabs you by the hips, frantically and sloppily bumping into you. you sigh softly, casting an innocent glance at satoru with your eyes, savoring the traces of the outgoing ograsm

his muscles are strained to the very limit and every time he penetrated you, his cock was covered with cum, ”wait- shit, gonna fill you up again” he groaned and you dig your nails into his skin, feeling the spreading warmth.

gojo drapes your leg over his shoulder, stroking and kissing it. his voice sounds hoarse, but he still tries to be gentle in front of you.

“now distract your brother so that i can get out of here alive.”

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

btw toji loves fucking you in prone bone. and he likes to just put all of his weight on you, trapping you underneath him and he likes to just grind into you. he's so fucking big and it's just so much and you feel like you're going to pass out from the sensation. he doesn't even pull out, he just slowly rolls his hips into yours while sloppily kissing away the tears that fall from your pretty eyes.

you can't even properly moan anymore, the only sounds that slip from your lips are broken mewls and shaky breaths. his one arm is curled around your neck, supporting your heavy head with his forearm and bicep. toji feels your drool on his skin and grins to himself.

his hot breath warms your already scorching flesh and you can't keep eyes open either – the feeling of toji in your guts being too much to handle. hazy and delirious, he loves seeing you like this; he loves watching you crumble underneath him. he loves to fuck your pretty little brains out and he will keep doing so as long as he gets to see you like this.

he hisses when you clench around him, his own breath hitching. his free hand finds yours holding onto the crumpled bedsheet below you and he interwines his bigger, rougher fingers with yours.

"does it feel good, hm?" he rasps right in your ear. your body trembles at his voice, at the proximity and he feels like he's in heaven. "tell me."

but instead of an answer, you let out a defeated little whimper from the depths of your stomach. he's so heavy on top of you and you just can't bring yourself to open your mouth again. you just can't do it; you don't have the strength nor the brainpower.

he squeezes your hands before pushing himself deep inside, his tip kissing your most sensitive part. a broken cry tumbles from you accompanied by another few tears—

—but then he just stays there.

he doesn't pull away, he doesn't move at all. he's crushing you under him, he's forging your bodies together. his heart rests above yours, his warm skin sticks to yours just like it's meant to.

"toji- "

he hums and presses his lips to your sweaty temple. he can feel your body trembling, the overstimulation taking hold of you before his very eyes.

"move." your voice is almost as raspy as his is. he's proud of that too – you're giving your all to him and he welcomes you with open arms. this is his way to show you how much he really cares for you, his way of showing his love. "please."

toji chuckles darkly; even the slightest movement makes the knot in your stomach tighten in this position and you feel like you're going to cum... just from this – you're going to finish with him lodged deep inside you, exactly where he belongs.

"i asked you a question, sweetheart."

you try to wriggle yourself under him, desperate to make him move but he's way too heavy. he moves your both hands closer and tucks them right beside your head – he's making you feel smaller and smaller. it feels like you're suffocating. in the best fucking way possible.

the hand that's been resting below your jaw goes to turn your head to the side, so toji can finally kiss you. open-mouthed and sloppy, he pushes his tongue inside and groans at the taste of you. his angel. you can barely keep up with him but he doesn't mind.

he's still not moving his hips though. if anything, he spreads his big thighs a bit wider so he can burrow himself even deeper. your mouth falls slack against his and you can't fucking breathe.

"tell m', how ya feel."

cracking open your eyes, you peer at him from the corner of your eyes and he coos at you. he doesn't let go of your face, keeping you right there so he can look at your perfectly fucked out face.

"so- so good." you hiccup. lips covered in your own drool, you look like a mess. you look like you deserve a reward. "please...."

toji gives you another rumble of a hum and a soft little smile. a lovesick one. he brings your hand to his lips and he presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist while keeping his eyes on you. his lips tug upward when he feels you pulsate around him again but he doesn't tease you for it this time.

it doesn't take much for him to have you twitching and spasming below him. he drinks up every single gasp and mewl, every single whimper and moan as he keeps rocking his hips into you. he helps you ride out your earth-shattering orgasm with rougher and rougher thrusts, his own desire to fill you up and mark you as his taking hold of him.

you cry into the pillow as he growls praise at you. the air in the room is thick and the messy, slick sounds of your bodies grinding together fills the space with ease. you can hear yourself, you can hear him and it's like a perfect melody. everything is so fucking messy, it's so fucking dirty and you wouldn't want it any other way.

he gives your hand another strong squeeze as he cums. his hips stutter flush against you, skin to skin, and he lets out the most beautiful moan. he doesn't hold back anymore – he wants you to know how good you make him feel, too.

his body relaxes on top of you as he listens to you trying to catch your breath. he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

"did s'good for me." he gives you another sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck before hiding his flushed face in your hair. you give him a weak hum, the exhaustion hitting you like a truck. your eyes flutter shut but you gather your last strength to raise and pull his hand to your lips. you need to feel him; more, more, more – he needs to be even closer. always.

soft lips against the back of his hands, you whisper. "iloveyou..."

the words all mix together, coming out as a muddled mess... but it's his muddled mess. he can't help but smile lazily at your sleepy confession.

"i love y'too."

he lets you rest for a bit, he knows you need it. he plays with your hair and he drags his fingers over your smaller ones. he doesn't want to pull away, he wants to stay like this forever.

[wyvernest]

mating szn

part 1 (part2)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

You're preparing dinner when you hear the opaque glass doors of your shared mansion open for your lover to come in. It's almost midnight, and it doesn't take you longer than a few seconds to realize how tired he has to be.

Miguel walks into the open kitchen, frowning. 

"Baby! I missed you!" You jolt to him, pans clattering dangerously as you throw them aside, careful enough not to ruin your work but swiftly enough to get to him as fast as possible.

You curl your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your chest flush against his hard pecs. His hands grab at your hips, absentmindedly and by habit.

"What's wrong?". You place a gentle, loving hand on his cheek, trying to meet his gaze. But he's not looking at you. His eyes are darting all over your face and body, brows still creased. 

He could feel it, your scent. A collection of the whole day, everything you've done. The food, the places you've been. He feels like it's been so long since this morning, when he woke up beside you, kissing along your neck. 

He feels a surge of blood rush from his heart and through his lucidity, a shot of adrenaline inexplicably taking over him.

You don't smell of him anymore. Anger bubbles in his chest as he thinks of all the people you must've talked to around HQ, who didn't smell his strong musk on you, who had no idea you belonged to him.

He's never felt like this before. He brushes the unfamiliar feeling aside for a moment, grounded by the silent plea in your eyes.

"I'm good. Just a bit tired." He brushes wild strands of baby hairs out of your face, finally matching the loving look you've greeted him with from the start.

He leaves you to finish the meal and steps into the shower, hoping that an ice cold stream would cool him down. Only it doesn't do anything but worsen the situation.

The second he feels the water spray hit his body, he flinches, unlike the usual relief he gets. His skin is abnormally feverish, the ghost of your body in his arms taunting him further into madness. He soon finds himself desperate to get out, to be reunited with you and the warmth only you could ever provide for him.

Images of your supple body breaking in his embrace flood his already lust crazed mind against his better judgment, and he feels his cock fatten slightly at the memory.

When he takes it in his hand, he nearly starts bucking his hips into his hold, sensitive and insanely needy. He imagines you in the bathtub with him, arching your back over the edge, spreading your legs for him to pound his cock into you under the hot stream, your moans echoing and ringing into the stone tiles.

He can't take it anymore. His body aches for your touch and attention.

Exiting the shower, he pulls a pair of loose boxers up his thighs, the only thing he can tolerate with the fever that has taken hold of him so suddenly.

And then, he focuses on the image of you, standing where he left you, gently stirring in a bowl. You're wearing one of his t-shirts, draped down to the middle of your thighs and over your elbows, an oversized dress. 

He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your front and waist, dropping a fraction of his weight on your back just to keep you from moving or fighting against it. You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

His head drops to your neck, kissing here and there, exhales smoldering hot on your throat, stopping momentarily to deeply inhale your scent. Among all others, there is a distinctive smell of you, of your arousal and need for him that drives him mad.

"Wait- Miguel, let me finish this-" You protest, your creamy tone betraying your true intentions. 

He groans, kissing your naked shoulder, his hands squeezing your form in front of him. 

All tasks are ultimately abandoned as he pushes you against the counter, his defined abs hitting your back, the marble surface cold against your thighs. He presses his fat, hard cock up against your plush ass, his hands fondling your breasts through his shirt, groaning low and quiet in your ear. 

With his biceps curled and constricted around your navel, your body goes limp in his hold, trembling ever so slightly as his warm, broad palms squeeze the soft flesh of your tits. He pushes them together, massaging gently, almost experimentally. He flattens them with the heels of his palms softly, only to them constrict his fingers around them so perfectly, fondling and groping away.

"Mm- Miguel, oh-" You breathe out, finding balance on your hands, arching your back into him. You feel your core pulsate with need, swelling up under his movements. You're almost completely wrapped up in his massive body, with nowhere to go. 

And just then, you accidentally knock a knife off the counter, startled when it hits the marble floor with a loud clank. He jumps, backing up from your body. Your face is flushed, eyes half lidded, breath heavy, nipples perked under the thin cotton. Landing back to your senses, you move to bend down and pick it up.

His eyes automatically snap to your round ass and the dark wet spot on your panties that invites him so blatantly to shove his cock in between your pussy lips. 

He can't help it. He can't control himself anymore.

Balance leaves your position as you feel his rough, eager hands grip your hips, harshly pulling you back into him. The plumpness of your ass hits the girthy shaft of his cock, but before you can look for the lost balance with your hands in front of you, he thrusts his erection up against your clothed cunt, making you whine in need.

"Ay, mi amor-" His voice is rugged and satisfied, laced with a deep groan. A broad palm hits the side of your behind, making the tender flesh ripple against his hard-on. "Te necesito muchísimo ahora." (I need you so badly right now.)

You yelp, perplexed, instinctively grabbing his wrists for balance. He pulls you up with your back against his chest, splaying a cursory hand across your abdomen, sending shivers thundering down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Miguel!" You playfully fight against his possessive hold, "Is this your way of helping me prepare dinner?!" You free yourself, giggling and letting a wide smile take over your features. Stepping back and extending your arms in front of you in an attempt to shield yourself from him, you chuckle wholeheartedly.

Seeing you resist, he lets out a defeated exhale.

"Fine. I'll be good, lo prometo." (I promise). He motions for you to come closer and trust that he'll behave. Letting your guard down, you approach the counter, eyes fixated on his playfully.

He feels your body heat nearing him, so comfortable and tempting. The smell of you, and everything that drives him crazy about your presence alone. His breaths deepen and quicken abruptly, his cock straining in his boxers, twitching freely against the material, begging to be enveloped in your wet warmth.

He looks down at you like a panther about to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment to do so. Your smile curls wider, eyes shining with lust and a teasing playfulness. His body dwarfs yours, his shadow alone making you feel puny. His shoulders are tense, the same way they are when he's on top of you, riding you into next Tuesday.

He shifts to place a clawed hand on the counter, the sharp edged digits tapping against the surface catching your attention momentarily in the corner of your eye. He exploits the split second it takes you to look down to his arm, snapping and squatting to grab your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder.

"NO! You promised! Miguel! The food!" You try to reason, throwing any and each accusation you can think of, knowing that you definitely don't want him to drop it and leave you alone, truly. And he knows it. 

And that's when he feels it. With your ass on his bulky shoulder, he can smell it. Your arousal, dripping hot. His fat cock finally hardens completely, its monstrously girthy shaft poking through the shorts. 

You're ovulating.

Groaning ruggedly, he delivers a rough spank to your plump ass before pushing two fingers over the wet mound of your clothed pussy, running them over your slit, teasingly, collecting more of your scent.

He swears the only thing stopping him from fucking you raw right on the kitchen floor is your comfort.

"Okay! You win! Put me down, I'll let you fuck me."

Without a second thought, he places you back on the floor, hands on your hips, talons grazing your tender skin deliciously.

His eyes have reddened, pupils blown wide, exhales hot and labored. You don't want anything more than to wrap your arms around his neck, to press yourself into him, to feel his hard abdomen on your stomach, his pecs on your soft tits, his mouth on your neck.

But you want to see more of how needy he is.

You jolt to the stairs with no warning, climbing the winding wooden steps like a cat. You hear him behind you, his weight put onto each movement as he chases close behind, the staircase creaking under him.

Looking behind before reaching the hallway of the first floor of your mansion, you feel your panties dampen at the sight of the man and the sheer size of him, massive shoulders slightly hunched forward in focus and adrenaline, his height successfully making you stagger on your way to the bedroom.

divider by @cafekitsune

HOPE YALL LIKE IT IMMA CONTINUE ‼️‼️

a/n: primal play is thoroughly discussed beforehand. insisting that your partner has sex with you even after resistance without having discussed the aforementioned resistance is abusive.

[frmisnow]

✧˖ ?!— ALWAYS WITH YOU ౨ৎ . - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 𝜗𝜚 : " i want to cum in you every way possible ?? "

summary. your husband spontaneously realizing he wants to have kids with you, was most def. not on your bingo cards!

notes. teeheehee, i need husband! jk injected into my veins!! no but fr might just do a few drabbles of dad kook cause he rly is daddy if you think bout it (+ this is for my dearest pookie, you know who you are!!)

warnings/includes. (017 / breeding), talking about having kids (duh), tit play, overstimulation perhaps??, after care :), he's just so smitten rly

he wanted to get you pregnant.

maybe that sounded to forward and it probably was considering you despised kids- okay, perhaps didn't despise but not necessarerly a fan either. but god did his heart tight in his chest when he saw you with kids, the way your voice tone instantly shifted to something more sweeted, the way you fixed their hair, smiling innocently not knowing all the fucked up fantasies in the head of your husband.

as he observed you, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother you would be. Would you soften, your edges rounding into tenderness, or would you retain that fierce independence that he had fallen in love with?

and the more he thought about the further did his mind wander: you both the bringing the kids to school, a little family on the dinner table, the bedtime stories you'd both tell to bring the kids to sleep, the first steps, heck- the first words.

regardless he knows you'd be a good mother, a great one at that (and a hot one but we move)

admits all the cute fantasies there was all the fucked up stuff leashed under it, the thought of seeing you belly-full was strangely endearing to him that he could take care of you even better then he already did, that you'd just carry something of his, a teny tiny mini mix of him and you.

"god, i can't believe she's making me look over her son, he's a cutie but a menace nonetheless," you shrugged after setting your sisters son up with some other kids, "earth to jungkook" you waved dramatically in front of his face as he seemed still rather zoned out. "i want to have a child with you," he blurted out instantly.

to say that your jaw was on the floor was an understatement, you never thought that jungkook out of all people would want kids so early on, you'd always seen him as a free spirit, doing whatever- whenever but a child meant commitment for a lifetime.

you moved closer to him, removing one hair strand that was losely hanging behind his hair, his gaze unfocused, eyes never settling as if he was scared of what you'll answer, "i want to have kids with you but i don't wanna plan things out if it happens, it happens and if it doesn't right now, it doesn't- let's take it slow"

you saw his expression shift not necessarly sad but still a bit dozed, you ran your hands through his hair as if to cheer him up, squeezing his cheeks after, "you're the only one i could imagine making a family with"

you did in fact not take it slow- not even in the slightest.

"wanna have everything with you, do anything, fuck- you'd be such a hot mom, baby" he groaned out, lips against your skin, gently biting and licking the fragile skin.

"everything just feels so right with you," Jungkook whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he peppered kisses along your jawline. "I never imagined wanting this until I met you"

your mind felt dizzy, hazy even and you could damn well feel your panties getting ruined solely by his words and what did you do? mentally blame it all you being 'drunk' when you knew that you only had one drink during this whole evening - no, the thought of having his children couldn't possibly have this big of an reaction on you, could it?

"i want to cum in you every way possible," he caresses your hair innocently till pulling just a bit harder, gaze dozing off like he didn't just propose his want for ruining you as a whole, slowly kissing all the bare skin of your upper body till stopping at your chest, "have i ever told you how much i love your tits?"

"huh-" he didn't give you a lot of time to think, licking and nibbling like he had been starved of your company and body for months, leaving a few dark hickeys behind, mouth going back to your ear mumbling something almost inaudible about being 'so hard' for you, only you.

you didn't know how much stamina this fucking guy had.

the sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and sobs having have filled the apartment for damn long, you were sure you heard some sorta banging against the walls from your neighbours - certaintly wouldn't be the first time.

whenever he came in you, he watched the cum drip out of you even going as far as tasting the release of of his fingers himself, his hips almost like moving on their own after everytime reaussuring you "just to make sure"

whispering sweet nothings into your neck, cock slapping in and out of you, how you'd make the "prettiest fucking babies" and how he'd "always be there for you"

and after he's done with you, he'd help you clean up, softly washing you, gently placing tiny little kisses over your shoulders, getting you all wrapped up in bed later, clinging onto you like you were about to fade.

your eyes barerly open as his hands brushed over your hair, so slowly like he was luring you to sleep, "you're so important to me"

you fall asleep with a smile on your face, the one he so adores.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・happy birthday, gojo ⸜⸜・

"what do we have here?" he chuckles, his eyes piercing into your body. you're sitting on the floor in front of the door in cute white panties and your boobs are covered by a tiny ribbon that matches the one in your hair.

"happy birthday." you say shily, getting up to hug him. satoru lifts you up before kissing you softly. your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly even though you know he would never let you go. his eyes are back on the ribbon on your chest.

"it barely covers your nipples, baby." he says, making your cheeks turn red. the ribbon isn't hiding anything but you thought it was cute.

"you don't like it?" you ask and gojo's eyes turn red.

"of course i like it. i love it baby." he starts walking with you to your room where he throws you on the bed. gojo crawls on top of you, untying the ribbon to look at your boobs. he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking while he teases the other one with his finger. you're confused, he ruined your whole plans, you were supposed to be the one pleasuring him.

"satoru, can i suck you off?" you ask him mid moans, but he just shakes his head. his mouth moves lower to the elastic of your panties. his tongue licks you over your underwear, knowing exactly where your clit is.

"satoruuuu..." you whine. you want him to feel good too.

"let me take care of you."

he pulls your panties down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him. he dives right in between your legs. you're already soaked, he always gets surprised how fast that little pussy gets wet. he eats you out slowly, taking him time with tasting you and maybe even teasing you.

"you're so good." you praise him and he giggles right in between your legs. he loves how innocent you are, of course he would be good at this.

"i need you inside." you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair to push him deeper. he laughs.

"but baby, you're pressing my face in between your legs while you beg for me to fuck you. you have to pick one." your cheeks go dark red again. but it's true, you want him to do both of those things at the same time. he smacks his lips, finally leaving the place in between your thighs. gojo pushes his pants down, revealing his already leaky hard on. precum is dripping down his length and he takes it in his hand, stroking to massage it into his shaft.

"are you ready?" he asks, pressing his tip to your opening. you nod your head frantically, whining when he rubs it up and down your pussy. with one quick thrust, he shelters himself inside of your pussy. he doesn't give you time to get used to his length and starts thrusting in. you took him multiple times and you love the sting. he's so much bigger than you, yet you take him so perfectly.

"harder." you moan, your body moving up and down under him on the bed. you're like a rag doll in his arms and he gets to do anything he wants with you. gojo gives it to you harder, making you scream. he savours every thrust of his hips, knowing you're close and he's close too. your pussy tightens on his cock. you'd never tell him you're close but he senses it.

"are you close, my love?" he asks, his finger coming to rub at your clit. you squeak, the stimulation too good for you. you nod your head at him, mouth opening to tell him but before you can speak, the knot inside of you bursts. you cum with a loud moan, your pussy squirting on his shaft. the grip your pussy has on him is too much for satoru and he cums inside of you. you can feel every spurt of his cum painting your walls.

he gently pulls out of you, making you whine in the loss of fullness.

"happy birthday." you giggle which makes him laugh too.

"thank you, baby. it was the best birthday present."