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hello again? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: weddings and dates. feelings tested to their breaking point when one of you appears with a date. the night is young, is there still a chance to make things right even when it feels wrong?

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psa 🗣️: HAD SOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!! this wa smeant to be posted yesterday so I'm sorry for the small delay!! i love the drama and angst but fluffy ending as promised!!🤞🏻 like always hope you enjoy! 🤍

“i going to need five painkillers by the end of the night,” the bride, well, your best friend says. you laugh as you finish tucking in the last few bobby pins in her updo, making sure no flyaway or small bumps are seen, everything sleek and perfect. “i am too. or maybe many many many tequila shots, whichever is first available,” you joke.

“you should be all set!” you say cheerfully with a full smile on your face, hands resting on her shoulders as she admires your work. “it looks absolutely perfect, thank you! you’re truly a life savor i was ready to cancel the whole wedding,” your friend's eyes glimmer in relief, having a huge weight lifted off her shoulders as you did her hair. the hairstylist had to cancel the day of due to having a family emergency, but refunding her money was the least she could do.

all the bridesmaids surrounded you, complimenting the hair and most importantly the bride who could just be overall thankful and full of emotions. the photographer came in, taking individual and group pictures of everyone, and opening a bottle of champagne to start the day.

there were still a couple of hours left so you did some touch-ups on hair and makeup, assuring to add some powder to set and spray a setting mist to ensure it would last all day, also being generous with the hair spray. you changed into the olive green-toned dress and the black pumps for the evening, the dress hitting the correct angle and not interfering with you walk. a simple gold bracelet and matching earrings completed the look, walking out and earning praises from your girlfriends.

your heart began to race faster approaching the reception, suppressing any feelings away because you felt it wasn't the time. the wedding nerves were killing you but also seeing jude again was making you stress more than it shouldn't have. how he was. what he'd wear. if he was even going to be there?

with jude's schedule, it was hard to even make time for each other, being one of the main reasons for your messy breakup. your promotion to the law firm, move to spain, his recovery, media, games, and the always questioning each other's every move. it took a toll especially on you, crossing yourself every night knowing you couldn't do anything about it except long for him.

he was your every thought since then. if he missed you? how his life was going? if he also desired to get back together? as hard as it was you still felt more than love for him. the feeling in your tummy spreading as you remember the first times with him. the kiss, the date, the sex, the love, all of it.

"i've ordered your favorite, now tell me where i can help you," jude says kissing just below your ear returning from outside where he placed a call. you hand him your flashcards pulling out your notebook to read the different scenarios that match with the words.

"just so you know, before we start, i'll have you know i want something in return," jude whispers with a cheeky grin. "of course you do, what is it," you ask teasingly your arm wrapping around his shoulders waiting for his response.

"a date. i want you to go out on a date with me y/n..." jude says earning a silence from you. your nails rake against the back of his neck, "i'd love too. just so you know, depending how much you help me with determine the commitment to our first date..."

"i promise to be on my best behavior then."

"y/n! are you ready?" your friend waved her hand in the air with a confused look, you immediately snapped back into reality as you stepped out to the reception. "does everyone have their flowers? remember they go in your right hand!" the party organizer reminded you as you quickly got into line with the groomsmen.

it all happened quickly, you smiled at alex who quickly got into place arm wrapped with yours as you walked down the aisle as rehersed. the reception was absolutely beautiful. the tears, the vows, the laughter, the ceremony couldn't have been more perfect. you hated to admit but your eyes did search around for jude, and once you saw him, a sensation in you went numb.

there jude sat with a girl to his side who clearly hadn't read the dress code. placing kisses all over his hand and cheek, the love dazed in her eyes as she stared at jude. jude did reach over a few times and she giggled, making your weak heart wrench further.

jude on the other hand started to get impatient, especially with carla who wouldn't stop annoying him and trying to get his attention every few seconds. since breaking up with you he couldn't stand the PDA towards him or seeing it. jude quickly found it difficult since most of his teammates were married or in committed relationships.

it seemed like everywhere he went, there were reminders of you lingering around. the library you studied and where he took you on a desk in a quiet corner, the cafe where you'd get your morning coffee with him, even his training center, and the beranabeu where he hoped and waited you'd be there. he was miserable and driven to his breaking point.

jude began to regret bringing carla, as she got the wrong message and was all over him. the wedding you planned to go to together, where you were supposed to be his date, not her. but his stupid jealousy and talks from others were the fault he was here today. he was anticipating meeting your boyfriend or date, make the message clear he was going to be in the picture.

he hated to think of someone else when it wasn't him. it ticked him off and he knew he couldn't do anything about it because you weren't there anymore. but no one said he couldn't feel the way he felt. to hate the man who would forever make you laugh, or earn your love at the end of the day.

all those promises, the kisses, the hugs, the forever after you guys created was long gone. it hurt jude to the point where he had nightmares, not being able to sleep. it didn't help when they teased or made comments to him. or the fact a rumor went around you moved on and had someone else.

"carla, do you mind getting some drinks while i say hello to some friends?" jude kindly asks removing her hands from his chest. "anything for us jude! i'll wait for you by our table," she winks at him making jude internally cringe as she walks off.

he dabs up his friends, congratulating the groom and making small talk. "oye jude! que pasa chaval!? i didn't think you'd come," his shorter teammate brahim greeted him. "well i'm here aren't i? how are you? como estais?" jude mocked earning a chuckle from him.

all of his teammates suddenly surrounded him, laughing and discussing the plays for the game before, and the tactics for the upcoming one. jude looked around trying to look for you and carla. he fixed his suit every now and then, entranced with his friends. "who did you come with?" asked brahim, looking around for what presumably could be you.

"an old friend, her name is carla," jude winces at his friend's look. “i thought you were coming with y/n?” asks brahim earning a deep scowl from jude. “no we uh- we broke up a while ago,” jude squints his eyes, eyes finding you where you laughed loudly with your friends.

“but she’s here?”

“yeah but probably not alone,” jude retorted still convinced you were seeing someone and they were here. “what?” brahim laughs at him earning an eye roll from jude, “you can’t be serious! i’m pretty sure she’s single,” brahim says. “what are you playing at here jude?”

“nothing. i’m here for the wedding,” jude scoffs. “yeah sure you are,” brahim squints his eyes then looks around starting to walk off. “when you come to your senses, i’ll wait for you over there. remember not everything seems to be exactly as you seem jude…” he smacks his shoulders and walks off.

you’d probably been on your third glass of champagne by now, enjoying the presence with your girls as you spoke about the wedding and old throwbacks together. the speeches were made and the newly weds had their first dance already. anyone at the event center was dancing, talking, or drinking.

“i’ll be right back, i'm pissing myself,” you excuse yourself laughing at joke as you step away to do your business. you brought along your bag, washing your hands and touching your your makeup that had smudged a bit after the maid of honor speech. applying a fresh coat of lipstick and gloss you dabbed the excess off and headed outside.

you motion to your friends you we're head to the bar, them mouthing to bring shots of tequila and some peanuts to eat. “i don’t think we’ve met before,” a strange voice says behind you, you turn slowly, feeling your chest sink deeper as you place a small smile. “i'm carla,” the girl introduced herself, watching as you hesitated taking her hand.

“i feel like i’ve seen you around somewhere, i just can’t put a finger to it. you know huge town but small circle of friends, i was invited last minute to the wedding so,” carla spoke falsely making you want to walk out the conversation. you nodded along not really caring and wanting to go back. part of you hated the way you were treating her, but it was all the jealousy talking. she had done nothing to you besides show up here with him.

“i’m sorry but my friends are waiting for me,” you apologize letting the bar tender know where you were seated. you grabbed a fresh glass of champagne and standing up, grabbing your bag and walked away. “leaving so soon? i was hoping we could talk,” she approaches you again making you turn again but this time a bit agitated since you were catching on to what she was doing.

“like i said, my friends are waiting for me,” you shrug nonchalantly seeing her cock her head to the said and look you up and down. “well i didn’t catch your name,” she sarcastically says, the anger building in you slowly as she spoke and wanted to rub onto your face who she was here with.

“i’m y/n, but i feel like you know that already.”

“oh you’re the ex-girlfriend!” the girl enhanced the oh, with a fake smile. rage burned in your veins, needing to have resistance before you put her in her place. she had been on it the whole night, and she began to test your limits now.

“you must be the new girlfriend!” you returned the fake smile and took a huge sip of the champagne. “almost couldn’t tell…” you shrugged looking for an escape route but landing eyes with the man you avoided the whole night. his mouth agape and wide eyes.

he wore a black suit and white button up, leaving three buttons undone, hair styled and a fancy watch adorning his wrist. you felt tugged into the eye contact, needing and wanting to be the one next to him tonight. but instead here you were, giving your attention to the person you hated most.

your jaw clenched, turning your attention to your glass where you swirled the drink. “it’s a shame you guys didn’t work, but don’t worry! i’ll take better care of him,” she snarled. “jude spoke so much of you, honestly don’t see anything fascinating about you. have a goodnight.”

you downed the drink in one go, feeling the burn in your throat as you placed the glass onto the empty table. jude frowned at your state, still overly confused and waiting for your date to appear. then it all clicked in his head, you didn’t bring anyone, you didn’t bring a date. the jealousy and anger disappearing in him slowly as he watched you sit down and sigh covering your head in your hands.

“what did you say to her?” he questioned his date, seeing a smirk appear on her lips. jude turned back to you where you looked around in a trance, knowing immediately you felt the anxiety in you.

“what had to be said. it’s all done.”

“what’s done? what are you doing?” jude spit out dragging her to an empty hall where she just chuckled. “i told her what needed to be said. closed a chapter and now we’re starting a new one,” carla spoke crossing her arms. “i brought you here as a companion, not as my girlfriend or anything more. i think you’re getting the wrong message here,” jude said shaking his head.

“what do you mean jude?”

“i never asked you to do that, carla. you had no right to do that. i brought you here as a companion, not my girlfriend or anything else,” jude makes it clear to her seeing confusion flash into her eyes, now beaming with embarrassment. “i don't get it jude?”

“that i don’t intend to start a relationship with you. i’m sorry if i have given that impression but i can’t. what did you say to her?" jude demands his tone going softly as he walks towards her. "i thought i had said what needed to be said so we could finally be together!"

"y/n is too busy with herself. she got herself a promotion and is focused on her studies! she can't give you what you want and ask for jude! she's nothing compared to me," carla points to herself as she speaks all mumbled.

"and you can? what you did just now, what impression does that give to me carla? the way you're speaking about someone who you don't know, and never will?" jude defends you, deeming the need to even if you weren't there. she opens her mouth to speak but closes it immediately, knowing nothing could fix the situation. "i'm sorry-"

"save it. we both know you don't mean it," jude scoffs and walks off, back into the reception where you're nowhere to be found. he wandered off for a few minutes looking for you, even asking some people around him and they all gave him the same response that they hadn't seen you.

you had walked off back to your friends after a mini breakdown and questioning your life. beginning to blame yourself for everything when it shouldn't. it was both your faults but yet it hurt to hear her say nothing was fascinating about you. you shouldn't have let her words get to heart but what if they were true?

what if you were stuck in your own world and couldn't bother to make time for him? what if you didn't give enough attention especially when he most needed it? to be worried only in the moment and not live your life to its fullest? a couple shots and dancing later you found yourself seated at your table alone, watching you friends dance without their heels drunkly laughing off.

"where are you even going?" jude asks you, seeing how you packed every item away into suitcases. "clearly far way from you. i can't stand it anymore, you're never here jude!" you yell throwing your hand sin the air.

"you're never here and i'm tired of it jude. it's always some bullshit excuse and if you truly cared you'd see that but you don't. i'm not wanted here so the faster i leave, the better for us," you say zipping up the final case.

"you're being ridiculous," jude laughs in disbelief, approaching you but you warn him to not get near you. "this is what i mean! i can hardly recognize you nowadays! i'm done jude. done," you say loud and clear.

"leave. i never needed you anyway." you turn around facing him, a flash of regret filling in his eyes as you look at him in pure disbelief. "you did, or you wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for me."

you share your head at the memory, heading to the empty bar to return the empty glasses, feeling the need to clean up the mess and grab a small snack and final glass of champagne walking out to the outdoor balcony for a breath of air. "y/n?" you look up, not feeling sleepy or drunk anymore, standing up straight as jude approaches you.

was it possible to feel your heart shatter into millions of pieces over and over again? to feel the pit of your stomach turn at the sight of your ex-boyfriend? to feel utter pain when it was supposed to be a happy day? "jude..." you croak, looking away and biting the inside of your cheek.

he rests his forearm on the bar railing looking at you, trying to read you as you looked forward. silence fell upon you, but there was no denying that your hearts began to sprint faster at the closeness of the two of you. "did you need something?" you softly ask, taking a sip of the drink. "i wanted to talk," jude states firmly.

"are you sure? i don't think your girlfriend would like that," you attempt to joke but it earns you a frown from jude who just shakes his head. "i'm not sure she would, i'll just leave this here and go-" you try to walk away but he stops you, softly gripping your wrist refusing to let you go.

"she's not my girlfriend, she also left a while ago..." jude says, seeing you finally lock eyes with his. a deep laugh rumbles from his throat a painful smile stretching along his adorned face, "my first reaction would've been that too, if you had shown up here with someone else."

"i don't get it, why are you here then?" you feel the need to ask, get some sort of answer to relieve the pang in your chest. "why bother being here when you still brought her."

"because i was jealous, there i said it. i was so convinced you'd show up with someone who wasn't me. that i'd have to face reality and finally accept we're not longer together. that i can't call you mine anymore..." jude confesses, making your eyes glisten with new tears again.

"do you not know how it feels? to still be stuck in the past and longing for hope that one day you'll come back to me? having to face everyday with you on my mind anywhere i go? to have vivid dreams of you?" jude frowns, his once rough voice turning delicate as he brought a hand wiped your tears. "i can't stand it anymore."

"i thought this whole time before coming here, you were with someone else. everyone told me you had moved on and looked in a better place and all i could feel was bitterness. it wasn't fair, but i was so wrong y/n. so wrong to the point where i brought someone who could never love me like you did..." jude wiped his own tears away at the state of you.

you felt like you couldn't move, stuck in the same place as you heard his voice. the voice that one day soothed you to sleep, to calm you down, to look forward to at the end of the day. was it possible to feel this emotionless? to have no more tears left to cry? a sob emerged you, covering your face and attempting to control your breaths.

"who said i stopped? i may have an idea of what you feel like, let's be real. i don't know quite frankly who told you i moved on, but that's all lies. i can't do that knowing i still feel the same i did when i first met you," you sniffle taking a gulp and feeling the knot in your throat. "i thought i was fine and could handle seeing you, but my oh my was i incorrect... to see her with you, for her to come up to me and speak the way she did? for a second i thought 'where is my jude'?"

"i'm right here..."jude grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart, bringing it up to his jaw and resting his face on your palm. "don't you see it though? we're back where we ended off. do you possibly think we're good for each other when it seems like we're only hurting?" you question him.

"i've lived everyday thinking i wasn't enough or that i couldn't give you what you wanted jude," you shook your head in disappointment, "i want to fix things i do, but i'm scared that if we do this again, we're going to end up back here confessing our wrongs and tears. the way i felt the day we broke up doesn't compare to now..." you say, jude going quiet and looking down in defeat.

"i miss you so much jude," you choked on your own words, a fresh wave of tears overpowered the dry ones, holding onto jude upper arms as he leaned down and engulfed you into a deep hug. jude repeatedly kissed your head, choking on his own sobs as he repeated how much he missed you.

"i hope you know i'm still so madly in love with you y/n. i've never felt this way for anyone and it seems like its meant for you and you only,"j jude says making you giggle. "i'm serious pretty girl. i'm serious about you and us. i always was and i made the mistake of letting you go once, but i'm not here to do that again. i'm here to grant all of the promises we made," jude holds your face, seeing your red eyes and slightly smudged makeup, still more beautiful than ever.

"all of them?"

"every single one of them."

"i feel like we should talk more about it," you insist, seeing jude nod and agreeing with you. he tightens his grips on you waist leaning further down closer to you. "yes we do and we will, but right now i want to kiss you..." he asks and you grant. he sucks in a breath lips devouring yours after months, holding and kissing you how you liked and deserved.

you held onto his suit, tiptoeing up and deepening the kiss further, being able to taste his minty whisky scent. "come with me. we won't talk about everything tonight but i really just want to be here with you," jude says, sitting down on a small couch laid outside. you immediately follow and cuddle into him like you used to. you place a final peck onto his lips. "wait my drink-" jude holds your waist giving you a look with a playful smile.

"i think that's enough for tonight."

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heizouz · 10 months

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May I request some genshin characters reacting to you squirting for the first time? 🫣

nsfw dom!ningguang + sub!afab reader, dom!ayato + sub!afab reader, sub!gorou + dom!afab reader

hello omg u didn't specify what characters so i hope u don't mind i just picked randomly! also my first time writing sub reader so i hope it's okay 🤞🏻 anyway i hope this is alright, sorry they're kinda short!! btw always feel free to request in my asks or dms!!

NINGGUANG — on her fingers

ningguang is a clean freak. she hates anything out of place or so dirty that she's unable to clean it. so you're used to having things slow, loving and soft as she coaxes an orgasm or two out of you.

but ningguang was stressed and when you surprised her on the bed with nothing but a small silk dress when she came home, she had the perfect opportunity to just let it all out.

"you're so good for me, darling." ningguang whispers, her fingers stuffed in your cunt as your back lays against her chest.

you must've cum three times by now, and she was showing no signs of stopping.

you whine out, hands gripping ningguang's wrist in a silent plea, "ple-please, ningguang. 's too much!"

the woman coos, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek with a small grin, "it's never too much for you, darling. you can do at least one more for me."

it sounded more of a demand than a question and you pant, chest heaving quickly as her fingers relentlessly pound into you. ningguang is lathering in your moans and whines, entranced by the way you don't seem to stop dripping onto her fingers.

your thighs begin to shake once she angles her wrist to hit directly where you need it most and you cry out, fingers curling tight around her wrist, "mh-ningguang! i'm-" you throw your head back, hips bucking towards her hand.

ningguang practically purrs, free hand going to turn your head so she can look into your eyes, "go on, love."

you shake your head, core burning hot and thighs threatening to slam shut around ningguang's hand, "n-no, i'm-"

you practically scream as you gush around her fingers, spilling all over the sheets and her hand and ningguang's eyes widen. it's so messy. she stops moving her fingers as you squirt around them, nearly pushing them out entirely and she just watches, gold eyes transfixed on the way your entire body shakes and your lips never fail to let out pretty whimpers.

ningguang doesn't even think about how messy it will be to clean up as she lets out a small "oh my" merely at the sight of you. she doesn't waste a second and her fingers begin moving again, even before you finish because she's so eager to push another one out of you.

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AYATO — on his cock

ayato loves to put you on display. he finds watching you and how you fall apart from his touches so incredibly attractive.

so you find yourself with your legs spread in front of the full body mirror in his bedroom, his cock pounding into you from behind, your back against his chest as he holds you up with an arm around your front.

you're wailing, hands grabbing his forearm to stop yourself from collapsing, "so good.. ah, so good."

ayato chuckles deeply into your ear and you shiver slightly. his hand falls to run down your side, squeezing your hip gently and you clench around his cock. "good girl." he moans with a smile, eyes locking onto your lidded ones in the mirror to watch your reaction as his hand slips lower.

you jolt when his fingers ghost over your clit, a whine ripping from your throat and you buck against his hand, his cock slipping impossibly deeper into you.

"look at you." ayato almost coos, his fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts and he ever so slightly turns your head to make you watch yourself in the mirror. it's so obscene. you're dripping around his cock, breathing rapidly and your legs are spread open as you watch ayato's cock pound into you.

"'m gonna- i'm gonna cum, 'yato." you gasp out, hips moving to meet ayato's thrusts. at that, he speeds up his fingers on your clit, groaning into your ear as you squeeze around his cock.

his eyes are dark, staring at your form in the mirror and the image alone makes you cum. you spill around his cock with a choked whine, gripping ayato's forearm as you thrash in his hold. ayato's lips break into a smirk as you squirt around his cock, making a mess down your thighs and his dick, even onto the mirror in front of you.

whimpers escape your lips when ayato's fingers slow on your pussy, but his hips are relentless. "shit, sweetheart. i didn't know you could do that," his grip loosens slightly around you when you melt into him, thighs shaking and pussy still gushing around him, "we're gonna get another one out of you, okay darling?" his voice is sweet but his gaze is dark and full of lust when he stares at your through the mirror, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over until you can't breathe.

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GOROU — on his tongue

you adore gorou's attention on you. wherever you go, he follows, like a puppy on a leash. he will do as you say, even before you finish your request, and he'll come back, tail wagging, face beaming because he's just happy to serve you.

it's always you first.

gorou's hips cant against the bed sheets, cock straining in his pants as he rolls his hips with soft whimpers. his face is buried in your cunt, eyes closed, tongue digging into your folds as he holds your legs open with his hands.

your moans fill the room, along with gorou's sweet whimpers. "tha-ah-that's it, puppy." the man softens at the name, eyes cracking open to glance up at you with dark glowing eyes and you groan, fingers reaching out to card into his hair.

he leans into the touch, tongue never leaving your wet cunt as he stares up at you to watch your reactions. your legs almost close around his head when he pulls away only to kiss over your clit before sucking gently, but his hands keep your thighs wide open. gorou whines, eyebrows furrowing and he licks over your clit just to hear the moans rip from your lips.

"gorou, fuck-" you relax into the bed, both hands going to pull at his hair to keep his face against you, "i'm gonna cum, baby. keep going."

gorou whines, pressing his cock hard into the bed at how tightly you tug his hair and per your request, he flattens his tongue against your folds, slightly dipping into your hole before he sucks on your clit again. you cry out, eyes shutting but gorou keeps his on you the entire time.

he does it again, panting against your pussy, hands keeping your legs apart tightly and you let go with a needy whine.

gorou's eyes practically sparkle when you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and you squirt on his tongue. your hands tug on his soft hair harshly as he refuses to move from your cunt, lapping at your wetness with a pleased hum.

"g-gorou, baby, fuck- good boy- g-good boy." you ramble, hips bucking against his mouth and he lets you use his face. you're dripping down his chin, onto the sheets and gorou is beaming because he's never made you do that before.

"hm, so pretty." gorou mumbles once you let go of his hair and he pulls away from your sensitive core. he leans forward to lick a long stripe across your folds to help you come down and you gasp, dark eyes flitting to his pretty face. "was i good?" he asks, big eyes blinking up at you innocently as if he hadn't just made you gush all over his face.

"yes," you gasp, head falling back with a slight smile, "so good, puppy."

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shirefantasies · 18 days

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can i request thorins company with a reader with really long hair?and maybe they have a really long hair care routine or something

also i luv your work!!Hope ur doing well💓

Doin’ better these days 🤞🏻 we love hair imagines for the company hehe

Thorin’s Company When You Have Really Long Hair

Absolutely worships it: Thorin, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bombur, Dori

Teases you a little: Dwalin, Nori, Fili

Just happy to have you: Balin, Bofur, Ori, Kili, Bilbo

Whether you wear it down, up, braids, locs, one big braid, your hair one of your favorite features of theirs and they all have a different way of showing it. Thorin, for example, loves to gently comb his fingers through your tresses if he can and is always holding it out of the way for you. Especially if you are not a dwarf, he deconstructs a lot of gatekeeping he would have done in the past and devotes himself to performing dwarven hair care practices and styles on you. Oin cares not for how long your routine is, he will learn it. Add to it or alter it a bit, even, with some of his own products, and you can’t really be too frustrated because dwarves do have the best hair products in Middle Earth. He has the gentlest hands as he caresses, treats, and styles your hair, never causing you a moment’s pain. Gloin glows with pride, practically insisting on handling your hair so long as you trust him. He’ll brag to anyone that you have the most gorgeous hair he’s ever seen even if you aren’t a dwarf. Let him do it up in braids, it’ll make him happier than anything! It can be hard to connect sometimes if you don’t speak Khuzdul, at least for Bifur, so he throws himself into acts of service. One of these is taking up the trouble of your long care routine. Silently he beckons you to sit between his legs, his hands working through your flowing hair. Gives you braids that match his and kisses them when he finishes. Bombur’s beard is very long, so he understands elaborate care routines. You two take up a trade of sorts where you re-braid his beard and he treats your hair, perhaps even trying a new style if you like! It may take a long time, but Bombur is in no hurry. Especially if your special routine gives him time to have his hands on you and in the hair he can't stop complimenting. Ever the aficionado of beauty, Dori adores the great flow of your locks and all their potential. If he has his way, he'll try many a different style and even decoration, weaving the prettiest beads and baubles and flowers in your hair. Always reminding you to take care of yours, he'll half-jokingly sigh and concede that alright, he'll simply do it himself. But of course that is simply his excuse to touch your beautiful hair, of course!

Dwalin loves your hair, adores the way you've let your tresses grow in a fashion any dwarf would be proud of, but he can't deny the irony. Your hair is long, flowing, tumbling far past your shoulders, and yet he has none. By a choice as proud as yours, but still. How could he help teasingly asking you, "Ya sure you don't wanna look like me? Lotta weight off those pretty shoulders." Similarly, Nori teases you, dramatically sweeping it off of your shoulder, that it gets in the way when he’s trying to enjoy you. He loves being able to move it off your face or off your shoulder for a kiss, though, he just can’t help joking around at all the time you take with it and simply how much there is. Of course Fili is going to tease you, it’s part of how he shows he cares. Jokes about if you’ll trip on your hair someday or playfully taking it in his hands to use as a blanket are interspersed with compliments about your beauty and Fili jumping constantly between you and danger. He’s always offering to braid it away from your eyes or tie it up to shorten it if it swings near your feet.

Balin cares about the heart more than the body, so while he cannot deny that your hair is beautiful he would not mind one bit if you lost it all. He brushes or detangles it so gently, but his eyes are on you the whole time and his favorite part of your elaborate care is simply the conversations you share, idle or deep. As someone who doesn’t exactly align with the beauty standards of his people, Bofur acknowledges he’d be quite the hypocrite if he imposed them on you, especially if you aren’t even a dwarf! What he wants most is someone who can make him smile, and as he’s told you you could do that even if you were bald as Dwalin! He lives to reassure you and also enjoys hearing that you’d love him no matter what, too, as you do each other’s braids. Ori is not focused on appearances, either, practically not noticing your hair until he makes to sketch it out and realizes how impressively long it really is. Then he’ll talk to you about it, curiosity overtaking him as he asks questions like how long it took to get it like that, if it gets in the way, what you do for it… Flushes the first time you invite him to touch it, but from then on he’s addicted! Plays with it idly a lot of the time. Kili finds a little bit of beauty in everyone, so long hair or short you can catch his heart. He can’t help swooning over the way your long tresses, braids, however you keep it glisten in the sun. Teasingly reaches out to touch it, but never actually does until he has permission. When he does, though, expect a few playful tugs! Bilbo has even less expectations about your hair as hobbits don’t typically keep theirs so long. It comes as a bit if a surprise to him to see yours, but it reminds him of the beauty of the elves. It’s unfamiliar and he loves the unfamiliar if he lets himself admit it. He does, and from there he insists upon relieving you of that long routine of yours “now that I’m here”.

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thewritingginger · 1 year

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Fluff Alphabet - Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

It’s been so long since I've posted oops

I’m actually trying to work on some hella old prompts I never got finished—thanks writing slump So I hope to get those done in the near future but idk 🤞🏻

So enjoy some Fluffy Draken for your Monday :3

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: D,R,A,K,E,N Warnings: None, Fluff, Maybe cheesy

Enjoy ~

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Draken strikes me as a family man, maybe cuz he never had one in the traditional sense

I think he’d prefer at least 2 kids, 3 at most

He would want to make sure that his partner would never need for anything

He seems like the type of man that would refuse his partner paying for anything in his presence

He would be happy living in a house that is not too big and not too small, just right for the size of family you have/ want to build

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think this boy could be a bit romantic if giving the opportunity

The whole showing up to your work/school/home with your favorite flowers just cuz

Taking you on impromptu rides to the beach to watch the sunset or go out for a random date

Sometimes I think he may get a bit embarrassed but your reaction always makes it worth it

I picture Ken’s main love language as either Acts of Service or Gift Giving

So if you’re having any car/bike issues he’ll check it out w/o you even asking him to

You mention a cute jacket you’ve been thinking of getting he’ll probably show up one day with it

I pin him as a guy that likes routine but is good about sprinkling in spontaneity

A ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Likes to take his partner out for rides on his bike—especially for little spontaneous weekend/ overnight trips (that is if you are comfy on a motorcycle)

He really enjoys sharing his work and seems like the type to totally geek out about bikes and how things are fixed, run, etc

But tbh I think Ken would really be down for most things, he just wants to be with his babe and make them happy and if that means going to something like a knitting class then toss him a pair of knitting needles cuz he’ll be there

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Ken is a passionate kisser–even when just a peck

Your first kiss was sweet and melt-worthy after he dropped you off from taking you for a drive on his bike

Ken is a good kisser

I feel like he squeezes you close, especially for goodbye kisses

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think he tries to keep it pretty even, if not just let you steer the ship when y’all are just relaxing

He takes control when he feels the situation calls for it

But if y’all argue/bicker he tries to not come off too strong, even if he feels he’s right

Tries to make sure your peace is being said and checks in to make sure you’re happy

I’d say he’s more dominant overall tho

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

His nicknames for you

Babe

Sweetheart

Smols (even if you’re taller than him lol)

Your nicknames for him

Kenny

Sweety

Ponytail

Hope you enjoyed that

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated!

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bellaxgiornata · 6 months

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No promises for the week, but if I don't feel too horrible and can find the time, I'll try to update FFTD sometime this week with the smutty and slightly angsty "The Helping Hand." I finally edited it up this morning and I think it reads better. For some reason my smut writing kept coming out weird for the past few weeks but I think I fixed it (for this one at least).

I did manage to make some progress on a holiday Matt x Reader one shot titled Underneath the Mistletoe the other day so fingers crossed my writing brain is coming back to me 🤞🏻 I have a handful of almost finished WIPs that I'd love to get written already. And I have some festive fics planned that I'm trying to work on now in hopes to finish in time for the holiday season to share with y'all.

Thankfully I do feel better today, but something just seems completely off with me today too. I don't know if it's Covid or pregnancy related, but it is definitely making me feel...weird. So I appreciate the patience and understanding! But I have very much missed writing for my boys 😭

#bellas story updates #i might update fftd this week finally #ive been trying to make progress on other fics #but i am feeling oddly off today...

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fortheloveofbuddie · 4 months

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Fuck It Friday 👀

Yall I am off for the next three weeks and I got up early with my girlfriend and I just whipped nearly 6k words for the omegaverse office romance fic 🥹 Hopefully I’ll be able to continue at this rate and finish this fic before I have school again 🤞🏻

I was tagged by the ever lovely @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples and @daffi-990 💋

(Story and tags under cut because this one is long and heavy 🫢)

Unexpectedly, his father grabs his right wrist hard and almost forcefully, making Buck’s body freeze on the spot and he’s pulled back into a feeling that he hasn’t wanted to feel since he was 13 and reached puberty.

The feeling of apparently being the biggest disappointment of his parents life because he turned out to be an omega. He was always small but his parents were hoping and praying that it would somehow magically change over night. But then he experienced his first heat and it was painful, embarrassing and uncomfortable. Yet not more uncomfortable than his parents who from that moment on kept reminding him that he was worth nothing to this family, that he would never be able to carry on the Buckley legacy because when he would marry, he would take another man’s name instead of giving it. How he wasn’t normal for being an omega, how he would always stand out in a crowd and that life would be made indefinitely harder for him - just because of the way that he was born.

Well, he didn’t fucking ask for it.

Hot tears threaten to fall as his father just stares at him, not a soul in sight but he keeps his back straightened, not allowing his true feelings to show but once again, his omega is trying to get out. “You’re not married. How surprising. Who would even want you? You’re damaged goods” His father gestures towards his stomach and Buck can feel his lip quivering, biting down on it so hard that a faint metallic taste starts to spread in his mouth.

“I can’t believe that you would do this to yourself. Why would you make yourself stand out even more? If you’re going to be a whore, then at least protect yourself” His dad continues his rant, fingers boring into the side of Buck’s wrist. He wants to retract it, to pull it closer to himself and to protect himself, to protect the baby but he can’t. He can’t do anything else than just take it.

“Do you even know who the father is, Evan? Do you?” His father yanks at his wrist, making Buck whimper in both pain and surprise, unable to keep the tears at bay, he lets them fall as he stares at the ground. “Answer me. Right. Now” His father raises his voice and Buck can feel his body shake, threatening to send him into a panic attack and so he finally nods.

“Y-...yes” is the first word out of his mouth in what feels like an eternity. The pressure from his fathers grip seems to loosen but it doesn’t last more than a few seconds before he grips onto it so tightly that he can feel the blood flow slowly being cut off, whitening his entire hand.

“Does he know that you’re pregnant? Did you tell him? Or are you just going to keep that to yourself like you did with us? Does he even love the baby? Did you ask if he wanted this baby without being married?” There’s so many questions out of his dads mouth that he barely has time to register them all in his brain. “Actually, I’m surprised that someone was able to spend enough time with you to get you into this mess. You’re such a disappointment to this family, Evan. Ungrateful and unlovable”

And then it finally sets in. Buck is able to rip his hand from his fathers grip, almost losing his balance as he does so but manages to steady himself. With a breaking but somehow firm voice, he says “He doesn’t know. And that’s because of you. Because I was so afraid of this, of disappointing you again but you know what?”. He stops to take a deep breath in, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“This baby is so loved and cared for. I love him and his other father loves him just as much, if not more than me. And you fucking broke me. I have hated myself for years because of you! I haven’t told the baby’s father that it’s his baby. I’ve lied to him because of you! Because I know what you would think of me, I know-... I know that you hate me but someone does love me. And someone loves this baby in the ways that you should have loved me!”

Tagging!! @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @cal-daisies-and-briars @butraura @spotsandsocks @athenagranted @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @devirnis @captain-hen @lover-of-mine @fionaswhvre @jesuisici33 @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings 🦋💗

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #buddie wip #fortheloveofbuddie writes #fic: corner office consequences

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risuola · 7 months

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Did I wrote pretty much entire Sukuna kinktober fic today and now I'm working on Nanami's entry to have it at least started because I'm working late shifts this week again? Yes, yes I am but idk, it kinda flows today???

Sukuna's entry was meant to be short but turned out to be 10 word pages??? I don't know how that happened, but I already have 2 pages of Kento goodness so keep your fingers crossed for my writing drive 🤞🏻

Will I be able to finish it today and MAYBE start the final SatoSugu piece? No one knows, but one can hope.

I also can't wait to finish kinktober - don't get me wrong, I love these pieces but I focus all of my time on them and with me it's always like this - I need to finish one thing but MY BRAIN has 4466765 ideas for new stories at once so yeah, stay tuned because there will be a lot after we're done with October 🔥

AAAAANDDDD I have one such cool request in my asks box, for a part two to one of my Sukuna fluffs and it's hanging in here for so long now I kinda feel bad I drag it out so much - but it will come. It will, I swear! 💖

There will also be a continuation of Politically Loveless with Tobirama, because some asked about it - I got you loves! And some more Naruto content because I have so many waiting to be translated into English. Fun fact no one asked about, I'm actually Polish and I have so much written in polish, you guys have no idea.

Anyway, Sukuna's fic is up! 🔥

#risu talks #nanami kento #nanami smut #sukuna #sukuna smut #jjk kinktober #tobirama senju #naruto smut #tobirama smut #satosugu smut #satosugu #satoru gojo #suguru geto

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james-vi-stan-blog · 3 months

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So am I the only who‘s excited to see a more humanized version of George Villiers? I know he’s not the best dude, but he’s always been portrayed as a sort of villainous character in fiction and I‘m kinda bored of that. Give me sweet and naive George who‘s circumstances made him into what he’s known for today. Same with James tbh. Give me humans, please, not cartoon characters. I have hope in M&G and I really don’t think we‘ll be too disappointed. Fingers crossed🤞🏻

Actually, I'm with you for being interested in seeing George Villiers humanized. I just don't want him to be babyified and made into this pure hapless victim, because I think that would be neglecting how driven, determined, and hard-working he was! As I envision George, he didn't just bumble into this position, helplessly manipulated by his mother and courtiers, but took the opportunity and tenaciously held onto it with everything he had. And as a favorite, he wasn't just lounging around eating grapes, he was every single day knee-deep in intense politics and administrative work. Despite many bad decisions over his career, he also had his cunning, and I don't wanna see that denied to him. I want him to be an active participant, for better and worse, and for him to have his hand on the steering wheel as everything careens off in a disastrous direction.

I also just have trouble picturing him coming back from his finishing in France as a naive little boy… Just personally, I feel like he would have understood what being a courtier meant by then.

However! I'm honestly in favor of any creative interpretation that gets his name out into the public consciousness. And a "sweet and naive innocent confronts the decadent court and is slowly corrupted" is a classic arc for a reason. Just in a way, I feel like it's a disservice to the one and only Duke of Buckingham if he doesn't get an opportunity to stand on display, full pearl-studded peacock, and at least by the end be absolutely terrible.

#mary & george #george villiers #james's weird stan rambles again #17th century manhood is a bit stomach-turning

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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Maybe We Should Argue More Often

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x female!reader

Category: Smut

Word count: 2,340

Summary: After an argument with your boyfriend Cash, you both find yourselves giving one another the silent treatment. Cash gets fed up with the childishness of it and wants to apologize, but you aren’t having it just yet. Cash decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Warnings: Swearing, my attempt at smut, female reader but no description of reader, she/her pronouns, protected sex, dirty talk/praise, my attempt at Soft Dom!Cash, brief fingering, p in v sex

A/N: I haven’t ever written smut, so this is my first attempt! I hope it’s at least semi good. 🤞🏻

Requested by: @wheeler-omega-kingston Hope you enjoy it hun! 😘

You can find the original request post here!

You can find the prompt list this request is from here!

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Smut Prompt #14 - “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

You and Cash had an argument earlier in the day, and you honestly couldn’t remember what it was about; you just remember that you’re pissed at him. The pair of you had been giving each other the silent treatment as well as avoiding one another as much as possible in your shared home. What you do remember is Cash shouting at you, and he never shouts at you; he doesn’t even raise his voice at you. That hurt, stung even, but you also remember him saying, “I wish you’d just leave me alone!” so you’re doing just that, what he more or less demanded.

The longer you and Cash kept the silent treatment going, the more guilty he felt. He doesn’t remember what the argument was about either, much less who started it, but all the things he said to you were eating away at him. He hated you being pissed off at him, especially considering it was a rare occasion. He decided enough was enough and stood up from the couch, heading to the bedroom where you stormed off to.

He stopped in front of the bedroom door, listening to gage what you could be doing. Should he knock? Should he just barge in? How should he start the ‘I’m sorry’ conversation? It’s extremely rare these arguments happen, and Cash is at a loss on how to approach you, how to apologize after some of the things he said in the heat of the moment. He kept listening but never heard you move around the room, talking on the phone, or the water running in the bathroom.

He finally decided to knock. He waited a few minutes, maybe you were in the bathroom, maybe you were reading, or maybe you were changing clothes. He continued to wait until he had enough. After five minutes, he didn’t care what you were doing; he just wanted you happy again, to apologize, to do whatever it took to be in your good graces again. He turned the door knob and barged in, only to find you still fuming on the bed, scrolling through your phone.

“Can we talk? I want to apologize. I’m sorry for all those things I said. I should’ve thought about it more before I let them slip out. I hate you being pissed at me.” He cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving your face. If he was being honest with himself, he thought you were sexy when you were mad; he just didn’t like that you were mad at him.

After he finished his little speech, you glared up at him, still fuming. “Bite me.” You growled, not ready to forgive him just yet. You watch your boyfriend’s face slowly turn mischievous, the sexiest smirk on his lips.

“If you insist.” He voice deepens and his eyes darken with lust, taking your words as a challenge. He grabs your phone from your hands and places it on the bedside table, turning back to you. You haven't moved an inch, too turned on by the dominance that’s radiating off Cash. You bite your lip, trying to keep it together the best you can; you don’t want him to win just yet.

Cash takes in your appearance, anger finally gone, replaced with want and lust. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you. He sees the way you’re biting your lip, the way your eyes are trailing over his body, the way your fingers are twitching, just dying to to touch him. He slowly climbed on top of you, arms on either side of you, caging you in. He swiped his tongue across his lips, wetting them. “You’re just being a brat now, you know that? Challenging me, not accepting my apology, ignoring me, avoiding me. Maybe you need to be reminded who I am, who you are, how all this works.” Cash taunts, ever so subtly leaning down towards your lips as he speaks, eyes never leaving yours. You remain frozen and swallow, finding your mouth and throat dry and dangerously close to caving and kissing him with all you have in you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Cash brings his mouth to your ear. “What’s the matter, love? You know I like when you use your words.” He whispers, his breath tickling your ear. You nod, closing your eyes, reveling in the moment. Cash brings his head back up, and gently yet firmly grasps your chin. “Open your eyes, love.” He commanded, a stern look on his handsome face. You obey, eyes popping open to be met with his, and you’ve never felt more turned on in your entire life. “That’s my girl. You gonna listen to me now?” He asks, still holding your chin.

“Y-yes.” You managed to stammer out. You couldn’t keep fighting him any longer, and if he hadn’t had a hold of your chin you would have had your lips on his in a heartbeat. Finally caving in completely, you let out a whine and attempt to lift your hips up to meet his, forgetting about the fact that you’re both fully clothed.

Cash lets out a low chuckle, removing his hand from your chin and sitting up, straddling you; he keeps his eyes on yours shaking his head. “Patience, love. It’s all gonna be worth the agonizing wait.” He tells you as he makes a show of ridding himself of his shirt, showing off his strong, muscular upper body. At this point, you’re all but drooling over him. You know you shouldn’t, but you sit up and quickly latch your lips onto his, clinging to him as you did so.

He gives in momentarily, kissing you back with want and need. He eventually pulls away, a wicked smile on his lips as he shakes his head. “You did it now, love.” Cash makes quick work of ridding you of your clothing, but continues his little strip tease from moments ago. He knows your dying to get your mouth on him, or your hands, whichever you manage first. He pushes you back down on the bed. His eyes trailed down your body, his desire for you building with each passing second. He leans down, lightly dragging his fingertips along your skin, first from your cheek to your chest, pausing to admire your breasts. He can’t help but to get his hands on them, kneading, kissing, licking, and sucking on them both.

You gasped as the feeling of finally having his hands and mouth on you. “Cash….” You moan in hopes he’ll slip a hand down between you both, to give you some sort of attention where you dripping with desire for him.

Cash trails kisses this time from your breast down to your stomach, his hands still on your breasts. You attempt once more to lift your hips up, to get his attention, to get some sort of relief, some sort of friction in between your legs, but you have no such luck. Cash removes his hands from your breasts and places them on your hips, gripping firmly. “Patience, love.” He almost growls. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough. Now be a good girl for me.” You whine in protest which earns you gentle yet firm slap to the thigh, close your core.

“Cash!” You moan out in pleasure and slight pain. You know he’d never hurt you intentionally, no matter how good either one of you were feeling. That wasn’t the type of guy was in or out of the bedroom. He loved you, respected you, and he would do anything for you.

He finally moved from your stomach down to your core. He placed a feather light kiss on the inside of each of your thighs. You struggled to not press your luck, especially with him right there. He glanced up at you, smirking, knowing you wanted to all but shove his head down to your core. He slid a finger in you, slowly, feeling just how soaked you were for him. “Damn, baby. Who did this to you?” He asked, pretending to be clueless all while a shit eating grin played on his lips. You were trying so hard to focus on staying still because you know the more obedient you are the quicker he’ll give into you, and trying to gather your thoughts to answer him.

Any other time, you would have rolled your eyes at him. “You…” You breathlessly whispered.

“I didn’t hear that, baby. What did you say?” He questioned, adding a second finger and entering you, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slightly quick pace this time.

“You, Cash! You!” You shouted as you felt him add a second finger and finally give you some type of friction, even if it was slower than what you wanted.

“You’re damn right it was me.” The smug look on his face would have earned him a smack to the back of his head, but in this situation, it was hot. He knew how much he turned you on just like you knew how much you turned him on. He was hard, painfully hard, but he couldn’t pass up teasing you. He continued to prep you, and when he knew you were ready, he withdrew his fingers, earning a whimper from you. “Relax, baby. You’ll love this so much better.” Cash reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a condom, rolling it on. He lined himself up at your entrance and slowly eased himself into you.

“Oh, fuck…. Baby…” You moaned at the feeling of his size slowly entering you, filling you up completely, like you two were meant to be.

You had your head thrown back and back arched, nails digging into Cash’s back, eliciting a moan from him. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He praised. He waited for your cue to move. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait much longer.

“Move. Please move, baby.” You whimpered desperately, once you adjusted to the size of him. You needed him to move; you’ve been patient like he kept emphasizing. Cash’s lips found yours, kissing you with so much need, want, desire, and passion you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Cash began moving like you practically begged him to. He started off slow but after a few thrusts he was picking up the pace, moaning and grunting against your lips. He moved his lips down to your neck, and you knew your neck would be littered with hickeys, love bites, whatever you wanted to call them. He kept a decent pace, not slow but now too fast, much to your dismay.

“Faster… please….” You begged him to pick up the pace. You could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. Cash could feel his own orgasm approaching as well, so he complied, thrusting faster and shifting the two of you so he could go deeper. He had no issue finding that sweet spot, and you knew you really wouldn’t last much longer now.

“Feels so good, babygirl. Look so…” He trailed off focusing on hitting that sweet spot to hear you scream his name. “Pretty begging for me…” He finished his dirty praise in between thrusts.

He accomplished his goal of getting you to scream his name. He hit that sweet spot over and over. “Fuck! Cash!” You scream in pleasure, closer and closer to your release with every thrust.

Cash wasn’t far behind. Your walls clenching around him, the sounds you were making because of him, and that dirty talk had him inching closer and closer as well.

Cash picked up the pace more, moving fast and rougher now, not able to hold on too much longer. He knew you were right there with him by the way you were squirming and the sounds you were making, your breathing matching his.

You had drug your nails into his strong, muscular back, leaving scratches each time he hit that sweet spot. You weren’t sure who would have it worse when it was all over, you with your neck covered in hickeys, or him with his back covered in scratch marks. At this moment you didn’t care. You only cared about how good you were making each other feel.

Cash slipped a hand in between the two of you, rubbing quick circles on your sensitive bud, thrusting a fast pace. “Come on, love. I’m so close.” He pleaded desperately, not wanting to release without you.

Just a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing you at the same time was overwhelming you. Upon hearing the desperation in Cash’s voice, you knew he was more than ready and so were you. “I’m so close too, baby….” You panted, your walls tightening around him. He hit that sweet spot once again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck… Cash!” You screamed out as you hit your climax.

Cash thrust one final time, feel you tighten and clench around him, and your juices spilling onto him; it was all it took for him to climax as well. “Fuck!” You both rode out your highs before Cash pulls off the condom, tossing it into the trash can by the bedside table, and collapsing on his side of the bed. The pair of you were exhausted and out of breath.

“Damn. Maybe we should argue more often.” He joked, still catching his breath. You looked over at him, still catching your breath as well, and smack his chest, letting out a laugh.

“We can do that whenever you want, big boy.” You winked, half-joking.

He laughed, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest after you place a kiss over his heart. “I love you.” You whispered, adrenaline wearing off, and your eyes slowly closing.

“I love you, beautiful.” Cash replied, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, sleep beginning to overtake him as well.

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