#i think this is as cheesy as it gets with the shoes. ugh. i don't know. i love this story and i love these characters.

[fir3ylolol]

i'll have what she's having

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: Johnny has insisted that you match with him at his Halloween party, which you obliged. but he's acting sort of weird? wonder what's up with him...

tw: mentions of drinking

a/n: i was inspired by @sillygooselulu to write a little fluff, and why not make it Halloween-themed! first real attempt at fluff which was kinda fun :) but don't worry, the 100-follower special should be out soon!

word count: 1.21 k

Ao3

You put on the last part of your Halloween costume and look in the mirror. Smoothing your pants, you turn and admire how you look. A pair of brown shoes, high-waisted jeans, a red turtleneck, and a brown blazer. Of course, ever the film nerd, Johnny wanted to go as Harry and Sally. You walk to your bathroom to finish your hair and face, sitting down with a huff. You had no idea where Johnny was, leaving you to get ready by yourself. You curl your hair into loose, tease out 80’s curls, and apply a wine-colored gloss to your lips.

You notice your phone buzzing on the bathroom counter and pick it up quickly. Johnny’s cheesy grin flashes across your screen and you pick up quickly. “Hey, you picked up! Where are you? You on your way yet?” He’s almost yelling in your ear, and you back the phone away from your ear. “I just finished, I’ll be there soon. You feeling good?” you manage to say without a laugh, his volume a clear indication that he’s already started to party. “I feel great! Hurry up and get over here!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave now then.” You grab your large leathery bag, which Johnny insisted on for “accuracy”. “Woohoo! I’ll see you soon!” He cheers, and abruptly hangs up. Sighing lightly, you leave to his place, LA traffic is not any better than usual. It takes about 30 minutes to get there, and when you do, you notice how many cars are in the driveway. There are at least 50, blocking areas and creating a maze. But, ever the gentleman, Johnny runs out, waving his garage controls above his head. He slightly runs into the car and sticks his head through the window. “You’re here! Go ahead, park in the garage. I’ll see you inside, ok? Bye!” He leaves before you can get a word out, leaving you in a stunned state.

You shake out of it, and pull into his garage quickly, walking into the house through that door. It is loud inside, with bass vibrating the floor and shot glasses tipped over on the counter. You shuffle through the crowd in front of you, searching for Johnny. And there he is, sitting on the couch and laughing loudly with more people than you think the furniture can handle. But he sees you and bolts up. In a large, white cable-knit sweater and jeans, he wraps you up in a hug. “Yay! My other half is here, guys!” He turns you towards the crowd, which loudly cheers for him.

He lets go of you and holds one of your hands, smiling widely. “I missed you,” he giggles out. “How much have you had to drink?” You touch a hand to his red cheeks, which he hisses at. “Your hands are too cold. But I’ve only had a little.” You start to drag him towards a balcony, and he follows behind you with shuffling steps. “Come on, you need fresh air,” you open the glass door and get him outside, shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh, fine,” he leans against the waist-height wall and looks out over Malibu. You stand beside him, wrapping an arm around him in a light hug. He turns to look at you, smiling just as wide as before, with slightly less red cheeks. “You know, you’re always so nice. I like having you around,” he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “I like being around man, it’s fun.” You laugh lightly as your face is shoved into his chest, pushing away a little.

Johnny pauses, face slightly dropping as he looks out again. “Hey, can I tell you something? Like, can you promise you won’t leave after I say it?” He sounds slightly serious, but drops it quickly, “Since people will keep asking why I didn’t dress up.” Taken slightly aback by his words, you try to join him in lightening the mood. “Unless you killed someone, I’m staying right here.” He pauses a little too long, and you panic slightly. “Y-you didn’t kill anyone, right??” He turns to you and laughs hard, leaning forward over the wall. “No! Why would I do that? God, you’re funny.” You breathe out a sigh of relief, you weren’t ready to keep a secret like that.

But he grows serious again, letting out what sounds like a nervous breath. “Well, we’ve been friends for a while, and I really like hanging out with you. You’ve stuck by me, even when my movies weren’t that successful.” He’s trying to lighten the mood again, but it’s not working. He coughs slightly, then continues. “Hold on, I memorized my lines.” Confused, you cock an eyebrow at him, but you’re used to his strange antics. He takes a deep breath and starts talking again. “I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.” Your face slightly drops, and you recognize what he’s saying. It’s the speech at the end of ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ He continues, “And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's Halloween.”

He grabs both your hands, his grasp tight as he finishes, “I wanted you here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” You’re in shock again, taking a long time to process all of this. But he stands there, uncharacteristically nervous. God, how much did he have to drink tonight? He tends to be a little less careful when he’s stressed, and if his nerves now are indicative, he is close to wasted. You snap out of it, and look into his eyes, finally smiling. “Johnny, you really had to quote a movie to confess?” He lets out a breath, shoulders falling forward. “Don’t tease! You’re just so cool, and attractive, and I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. So I figured I could maybe pass this off as part of my character, and not something I was saying.”

“Wait, is this why you really wanted us to dress up as Harry and Sally?” He wraps his arms around you tight, snuggling into your neck. “Maybe…was it bad?” You hug him back, hands tracing along his back. “Nah, it was cute. Nerdy, but cute.” Huffing, he pulls away, “You could’ve left it at cute.” But he pauses again, searching your face quickly. “So…do you wanna…be with me?” You smile and cup his face in one hand, bringing him in for a kiss. He melts into you, arms wrapping around your waist as yours wrap around his neck. You feel him smile, holding you tight against him. He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

[watermelonsugacry]

Hello! I'm sorry if this is bothering you but can you write something abt Harry falling for bandmate!yn and Y/N interacting with the boys while in the band? Again, Im sorry if I'm annoying

A Race To The Brits

A/N: Had this little blurb in my files so thought it fit the prompt :) and you: not annoying 💚 oh and...THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS?? I LOVE YOU ALL MUCH TYSM

SUMMARY: It should be known that Harry falls in love with YN multiple times, over and over again, throughout the years. One of the times he realizes he's falling for her is at the 2014 Brit Awards. (1.9k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!reader

MASTERLIST

The boys are getting ready in their green room while YN is getting dressed in the room adjacent to theirs. As their styling team wraps up doing some finishing touches, they turn their heads to a knock at the door. YN peaks her head inside with a hand hovering over her eyes, careful not to mess up her freshly done make up.

"I better not see any weenies out." 

"Eh, wait." Louis jests, making a dramatic sound with his zipper. "Alright, you're good."

Harry's breath gets caught up in his throat when YN fully comes into the room. She has her hair curled up and tied in a messy low bun, some strands of hair framing her face. Her dress is essentially all mesh with a bustier.

She looks absolutely stunning, he thinks. And her smile, ugh that smile. It's enough to make his knees buckle if he wasn't leaning on a couch to put his shoes on.

YN puts her hands on her hips and looks around at the rest of the band. "Well don't you all look absolutely dashing."

"And yeh actually look like a girl." Zayn jokes only to retrieve a middle finger in return.

"Piss off," She chuckles before nodding over to the blonde lad. "How's the knee, babe?"

Niall shrugs as he grips his crutches. "S'alright. Once we get to our table with the booze, it'd be even better."

"I'm sure it will." YN giggles. The rest of the people in the room go back to their previous conversations but, as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of her. That is until she meets his eyes and he feels like he’s back in primary school, embarrassed that he was caught looking at his crush. 

Especially when YN makes her way over to him after his stylist finishes him up and he breathes out a, "Hey." 

“Hey. Oh, lemme get that for you." Before he can even process what's happening, YN reaches out and adjusts the collar of his dress shirt. She’s so close to him that when he breathes in her vanilla perfume he might combust.

He wants to kick himself for feeling a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. He has screaming fans try to come onto him all the time, he can literally have anyone at the drop of a hat, so why does he get all flustered by this one girl? This beautiful, stubborn girl. "Thanks, lovie."

"What would you do without me?" She gives him an amused smile as she dusts off some lint from his shoulders. How's he supposed to act normal while she looks up at him like that?

"Don't even wanna think about tha’. You look really beau—"

"Alright kids, let's go!" Paul says while entering the room. Harry's both irritated and thankful for the interruption. He's always trying to find that balance of whether or not his compliments to her every now and then are from a place of platonic feelings or more.

YN raises her eyes at Harry, giving him a smirk. "Show time."

Harry knows that he shouldn't think about her in that way, he’s reminded nearly everyday by their check-ins with management, analyzing them individually by looking at their interviews, performances on stage, etc. Telling him to keep his eyes on the crowd, the interviewer, literally anyone else but on her.

Why can't he be like the other guys? Like now, as the rest of the band walks in front of him down the venue halls, Louis brings an arm up behind her and taps her opposite shoulder. When she looks back and sees no one there, she turns to a laughing Louis and shoves his shoulder. 

The others see her as a little sister, and while at times he does too, he knows he feels something a little more than sibling love.

Do the other boys get a little heart-eyed when they watch her smile and wave at the fans at the barricade outside the venue?

Or get butterflies in their stomachs when they feel her hand on their backs when they're on the red carpet, posing and looking out at the paparazzi?

Or have their heart beats quicken when she squeezes his arm in a form of gratitude after making her a sweet drink once they’ve been seated at their designated table?

Probably not.

“M’gonna go to the loo.” Harry leans over to YN, already pushing out his chair.

“Wait, can I come with? Need to stretch my legs.” He extends a hand out to her with a nod in the general direction of where the backstage entrance is at.

Before she can fully get out of her seat, Liam quickly reaches out and grabs a hold of her wrist. “You guys can’t leave without Paul.”

“Chill out, Daddy Direction. We’ll be back in two minutes.” 

YN shrugs him off before her and Harry navigate down the halls of the venue. The sound of the announcer sounds through the speakers around the building, but they begin talking and laughing so much that they don’t even hear that they were nominated for anything.

“Hey, um, I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier but you, eh, you look really beautiful tonight.” Harry says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers from keeping to reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Whenever he tends to give charming compliments to someone like this, the blush usually rushes to their cheeks in an instant, teeth biting down on their bottom lip to keep the giddy smile from forming on their face. It happens so often that he’s left waiting for it to happen to her. 

But he never gets it. What he does get is an eye roll and a finger pressed to his dimpled cheek.

“Y’such a sap. Did y’know that?” 

And there he goes again, falling head over heels for a girl he could never have.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?” 

“Haribos, if they have ‘em please.” Harry says as he scurries over to the loo. He really does have to go to the restroom.

YN takes out her little stash of money from her bustier and shoves it in the machine full of snacks.

“And the winner is…” 

YN watches as the little metal spiral retracts itself and the bag of gummies gets pushed off its little ledge. 

“One Direction!”

“Yay.” YN says to herself as the bag falls to the bottom of the machine with a thud. She can sometimes have the worst of luck when it comes to these machines. 

YN remembers a time on tour last year where one of these machines at the venue the band was performing at had eaten her dollar without having been given her snack. She smiles fondly at the memory of how the boys offered their help and began to shake the whole machine—. 

YN furrows her eyebrows and tries to rack her brain as to why she feels so off.

She turns her head to the sound of the restroom door opening and sees Harry popping his head from the loo, his confused expression mirrors her own.

“Did we—?”

“Was our—?”

Paul comes bursting through one of the hallway doors with a worried expression. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Snacks.” YN points to the machine in front of her, still trying to figure out what just happened. 

“Get your bums on stage right now!” 

Harry turns his head towards her with a tilt of his head. “Are we performing tonight?”

“You guys won! Come on, you two. Hurry!” Paul frantically waves his hand for the two teenagers to follow him. 

“Really?” YN says excitedly, putting her hands over her chest. Harry quickly bursts from the loo and wraps his arms around her. He lifts YN up and gives her a spin as they both laugh in giddiness, congratulating each other.

“Let’s go!” Paul presses on.

With her heels in one hand, YN holds the length of her dress with the other as she prepares herself for the run. Before the three of them completely go through the door, she suddenly remembers something.

“Wait!” YN turns back around and quickly shoves her hand through the metal flap of the vending machine and grabs her snacks.

A laugh tumbles past Harry’s lips as she races back to them while Paul looks like he’s about to pass a brick. 

“We’ve lost the curly headed ones.” Liam’s voice comes through the venue speakers above them. After rounding a couple corners, they finally arrive at the big room where everyone is waiting. Side by side, YN and Harry run to the stage with big smiles on their faces. 

“There they are!” Liam yells in excitement. They both fly up the stairs and are greeted by the other boys, the audience members cheering along at their arrival. Her and Harry shamelessly wave at the crowd as they attempt to catch their breath.

“I’m really sorry I was having a wee.” Harry says out of breath once Liam hands him the microphone. YN raises up their snack by her head like a trophy before placing it on top of the podium next to their Brit award. She grabs onto Zayn’s shoulder and begins to put her heels back on.

“Professional, as always.” Louis says in a whisper, leaning over Zayn. Both of them have smirks on their faces. 

“It’s what ’m known for.” YN snickers back, straightening up and adjusting the bottom of her dress.

“The loos are ages away. Eh, what did we win?” Harry leans over to YN while doing a horrible job at being discreet with his question as the microphone is still slightly below his mouth. 

YN gently puts her hands on top of his, the one that's holding the microphone, as she brings it closer to her mouth.

"Um, we just wanna say a massive thank you to our fans. You guys are the best fans in the world and we are so happy to have you guys supporting us. Thank you so much!"

And with that the audience claps and cheers as the band leaves the stage.

YN seems unbothered by their shangagins or the fact that they might get a good scolding later by their management as they get escorted backstage, opening up the bag of Haribos.

She looks at him with raised eyebrows, a hand midway towards her mouth with a little gummy between her fingers. The corners of her lips start to curl up in an open mouthed smile and Harry might as well just float away on Cloud 9.

"Did yeh even wash your hands?"

Of course he did but he decides to tease her just to hear her laugh.

He gives her a shrug of shoulders, reaching for the bag. "Does it matter?" YN is quick to pull the candies back.

"Harry!" A giggle tumbles past her lips. "That's nasty! I just touched your hands."

"Wait, think there might be something on your face." His chest swells up as she ducks away from him, laughing and gripping his wrist to keep from coming in contact with her face.

He doesn't care if he gets in trouble later because having her here, an arm around her waist, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way possible, and her laughter sounding like music to his ears, is completely and utterly worth it.

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[avadaniels]

build me a mountain [Trixya YouTube AU] [Teaser]

Hi hello yes! Thank you so much for 100 kudos and 2k hits on all the things she said ! I’m here to introduce my next story: build me a mountain.

build me a mountain is a spinoff prequel based on Trixie’s minor role in don’t be shy. In that story, the only time Katya is mentioned is this exchange between Trixie and Miz Brianna Cracker:

“Hey, you should review those awful jelly shoes Katya loves."

"Oh my god, I should," Brianna said automatically, idly wondering if Katya had been added to the guest list at this point, or if Trixie was just missing her best friend while she took some time off from YouTube.

Naturally, Katya’s entire personality in build me a mountain must revolve around jellies. (Just kidding.) (Sort of.)

Katya is the main character of build me a mountain (meaning it’s going to be from her perspective 90% of the time) so here is part of a chapter that hopefully makes you smile! Keep reading attss for more updates and keep an open mind about everything. Life is getting busy so I’m still not sure when this story will be ready, but it should be soon after attss is finished up and I’m so excited to share it with y’all!

Some relevant info: Katya is a trans woman, and at the time she is on HRT. Ginger is her friend from college. Everything else is for me to know and you to find out ;) Thoughts are in italics. I use Canadian/British spellings as usual.

--- build me a mountain --- chapter 2 ---

“What if I,” Katya asked Ginger as they strolled through the mall, “What if I’m going on a first date, and we both want to look polished, but secretly we’re both dirty, shit-covered farmers?”

Ginger sighed, and Katya worried she was actually getting bored of the little game she was playing, trying to get decent advice out of her friend without actually telling her what was going on. “I dunno, gingham and a bolo tie?”

It sounded cute, but Katya knew it still wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t know how to describe the look she was going for.

“Just tell me who this chick is,” Ginger asked.

So many things were swirling in Katya’s head. She didn’t know how to explain who Trixie was, what she was like, how Katya knew her, how this wasn’t a real date… “It’s complicated,” Her mouth said.

“Okay,” Ginger said, “What do you want her to think when she sees you?”

Katya gave her a confused look.

“She sees you and thinks, Katya is…”

Hm. “Good at makeup. Funny. Pretty.”

Ginger laughed, full but soft, and wrapped an arm around Katya so she could turn them around and start walking in the opposite direction.

“What?” Katya asked, “What’s going on?”

“First of all,” Ginger started as she pushed Katya along, “You like this girl, in the purest, fluffiest way possible. Second, you’re going to go home and wear your favourite shirt.”

“My favourite shirt?” Katya said, confused at the thought. Her favourite shirt, as Ginger and many people knew, was a soft and thin button down made from pieces of different tiny flower prints. It was busy and dark and Katya loved it. She’d had it for years, and had no plans of giving it up soon—no matter what the little blue and white pills she was taking each morning did to her.

“Relax. If you feel good, you look good,” Ginger promised.

She wasn’t letting up, so Katya let herself be pushed as she warmed up to the idea. The shirt was kind of cool and out there. She had no idea if Trixie would like it, but Katya could have said that about anything in her wardrobe, given there wasn’t a single pink object to her name.

Katya was mentally rifling through eyeshadows that would match her favourite shirt when her eyes landed in the window of a shoe store as they walked past it.

“Wait wait wait,” Katya said, pulling Ginger to a stop.

“No, Katya—”

“Wait,” Katya repeated, not letting Ginger drag her away again. She was frozen in place, looking at a single pair of shoes on a pedestal. They were beautiful. Her mind was instantly imagining wearing them everywhere, from the grocery store to Courtney's monthly dinner parties. Katya felt like the style she had been so carefully crafting, especially in the last few months, had a natural progression that involved these specific shoes; like they had been waiting in her path for a long time.

“Those look like bondage gear your mom accidentally buys,” Ginger spat at the display.

“They’re perfect,” Katya breathed, and slowly looked over at her friend. “I need them.”

Ginger started to speak, probably to try and talk some sort of sense: “This is the kind of…”

But Katya just walked around her and strode confidently into the store. The walls were lined with sneakers and backpacks, and the sales attendant was a woman about Katya’s age. “Hi! Can I help you?”

“Yes,” Katya said, walking right up to the counter. “What are those shiny black shoes in the display?”

“Oh, the platform jellies?”

Katya smiled. “Yeah.” Then she started, face falling serious and hands falling on the counter. “Please tell me you have a size 10?”

“Let me check,” The attendant said, turning to her computer.

Ginger had also trekked into the store, saying, “Katya, I’m sure they have plenty of shoes in your size that are actually from this century, too.”

Katya just stared at the back of the monitor and drawled, “Coming from the girl who nicknamed her pussy Full House.”

The cashier just smiled at Katya, either secretly enjoying or ignoring the comment. “Yep, we have them. Let me grab them from the back.”

[daisys-gard3n]

the daddy issues are loud tonight but please, sfw & nsfw for them sexy jojo dilfs 💅✨(feminine reader pls 💕)

I am reading this ask disrespectfully as my daddy issues activate 😔

Jojo DILFs Headcanons (Female Reader)

Old Joseph

sfw

Now thats what i call a daddy

Ugh grizzly buff men with beards do make me weak

Ngl, you probably started the relationship off as a one-night fling from the bar: but that joestar cock got your running back

He's got this gentlemanly charm and suave to him you've never seen from guys your age, and he's certainly funnier than the men you've dated.

He doesn't have to do much to get you laughing, he loves that big grin on your face when he throws out cheesy jokes

Because he's a father and generally experienced life for more years, you come to him for adult problems: like how to do something on your taxes, how to put money in a 401k, insurances, how to finance, etc.

He's also very gentle with you, his strong muscular arms keep you feeling safe and how he softly dominates you for stupid things like reaching things for you and etc. makes butterflies appear in your stomach

"Here, let me get it. You're too little to reach that." 😩

Or when he teases you.

"What's wrong? Cat's got your tongue, little girl?" "I'm older than most guys, but I have no problem powering through tasks, doll. I’ll show ya." 😩😩

Smells like musky and spicy cologne and that tasty older man smell.

Ngl his kisses taste like whisky and cigars

His beard will tickle you every time he kisses you, and he would laugh when you would.

"My beard bother you that much, darling?" With a deep chuckle.

He'd take you out to high end parties he needs to attend or take you out shopping. He wont say no.

Sometimes gets insecure when you want him to meet your friends or family. "Don't you think they'll find it strange that their daughter is dating someone older than her dad?"

But then he somehow makes friends with your family instantly, singing merrily drunk with your dad and or friends.

Definitely does classic 50s dates: roller skating rinks, drive thru movies and restaurants, share milkshakes together, etc.

Nicknames: Darling, Doll, Hun

Boomer, but he still laughs and plays along when you do younger generation stuff 

Hoo boy, it was award trying to explain to his 20+ year old grandson and 40+ year old daughter, that Joseph was in a relationship with someone significantly younger than him

You can’t see stands, but Joot definitely called out Star Platinum to choke out his grandfather while he tried to use Hermit Purple to get him off

He’ll be more than happy to show you old photos of him in his prime

He’s still hot younger wtf

He’ll show you baby pictures of Holly and Jotaro without a doubt while gushing over it.

You can see some hidden pain in his eyes when he sees an old photo of Caesar and Lisa Lisa, you ask if they were family and he said: “They weren’t the most perfect people and they got on my ass a lot...But they were still my family...I miss ‘em a lot.”

He hides his years of pain with goofy smiles and a snarky attitude, but you’ll crack through the shell where he’ll vulnerable to you.

Having daddy issues with Joseph around? It’s not a problem anymore - this man makes up for the years worth of daddy issues you’ve got with love and support

nsfw

this man FUCKS

The way he puts you flat against the mattress and presses your legs to your chest in the mating press as he shoves his cock into you makes you go stupid

he fucks like he tryna put a baby in you

He likes it when you present all of the cute outfits you bought with the allowance he gives you, the lingerie being the finale as he picks which one he gets to fuck you in at the end.

He’s attracted to scents, so he’ll be crazy attracted and aroused by some fancy perfume you put on as he’ll put his nose to your neck or hair and inhale. 

he does this when in the missionary pose or doggystyle too

His favorite thing to do after a long day of work is take his shoes off, undo his tie, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and beckon you over to fuck yourself on his cock while he sits there and enjoys the show of your tits bouncing in his face and your lewd expression as you sink lower onto his cock.

He likes to tease you in bed just as much as he does out of it:

"Hah? What was that, Doll? My hearing isn't as good as it used to be, you're gonna have to speak louder. Tell me what you want again~"

"You're gonna be a brat with me, kid? How about I show you a lesson."

"The next thing you'll say is: 'Please fuck me harder, Daddy!'."

He still eats pussy like he’s 19 years old

And the way his beard tickles you for extra stimulation as his lips are wrapped around your swollen clit  😩

He’s old-fashion in a way where the man should do most of the work while the woman was the princess: he’ll lift you up and fuck you without you having to move and inch. 

“What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t get my doll off?"

He sometimes tells his secretary that you're coming in to drop off something private in his office, but the truth his he just wanted to press your body against the large glass window in his office and pound into you from behind

Open to kinks, he'll give it a shot so you can be happy - But he is quite the actor so he'll be able to play out your fantasies nicely

Have that metal hand smack ur ass gurl, it gonna hurt but he rubs your ass sweetly for comfort in between

He’s an overachiever, so he’s gonna make you cum the most - prepare to be overstimmed

The type of man to carry your fucked-out body to the tub to clean you up and tuck you into bed 😔

Jotaro (Part 6)

sfw

I blame all of my thirst on this man, the catalyst

Definately already divorced and hella stressed out when you first meet him

You were working as an assistant to one of his colleagues, he wasn't there one day but Joot was, things happen...

Long story short...He fucked you over his desk to get the stress out.

He felt bad that he treated you like an animal, so he offers to take you out to dinner to make it up and he turns out to be quiet the gentleman.

Not good with feelings what so ever, but he shows affection through physical contact and action. - He'll see your shoulders are hurting and he'll offer to rub them, he'll buy you a new thing if you mention your old one broke, he'll get you small trinkets that reminded him of you - very cute

He'll finally be vunerable with you and talk about his ex-wife, his teenaged daughter he never gets to see, and his past trauma in Egypt - you never thought a cool-demeanored man could have so much personal issues he bottled up

You have to pretty much reassure him that you'll be with him no matter what and that it's okay to be weak and to not push you away when he feels emotional.

He has nightmares sometimes, so you'll be there comforting him as he tries to calm down - you can hear him through his shaking breath about "Kakyoin", "Avdol", and "Iggy" through most of his nightmares but sometimes you hear "Polnareff" and "Why didn't you come back?"

Dates include: Park picnics, Aquariums visits (we all know he has an all-season pass), Movie nights, or just having hot drinks and enjoy each other's company with the accompaniment of jazz music.

Doesn't realize he acts like a dad with you sometimes:

"Don't do that, ask me for help next time.", "Don’t be picky, finish that or else.”, “Tired? C’mere, let’s get you to bed.”

ngl you kinda dig it sometimes when big cold buff joot is treating you like a baby but then again you bite back when you’re not in the mood.

Cuddle sessions are lit because you get to lay on top of his large body while he does something else, your human mattress

His kisses taste like cigarette smoke and peppermint.

If at some point you’re still in a relationship with Joot by reconciliation time with Jolyne comes afoot, there’s gonna be a lot of confusion when his daughter finds her dad dating a woman nearly the same age as her. 

Jolyne will deadass ask if her dad was paying her to pretend and that it’s okay to leave right now

Long story short, Jolyne proceeded to repeatedly punch her dad while calling him a creep while he just sort of took it

Not the Kujos/Cujohs literally at each other’s throats for their dating choices while you and Anasui have a pleasant conversation across the table

Daddy issues? He’s got them too, so you two are just a bigger mess of daddy issues.

Doesn’t have terms of endearment for you, he just says your name and that’s the most you get out of him (in public at least)

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This man has two modes: Break Ya Back or Soft and Gentle.

Most of the time he’s in Break Ya Back mode because the man doesn’t know how to take a break for the life of him, so he’s hella pent up

Were you complaining that he didn’t call you anything else other than your name? Well, here’s where he makes it up to you...But not in the way you think.

“You like it when I smack your ass as I pump my cock into your tight little hole, you slut?”, “C’mon, beg to cum, whore.”, “You like teasing me like that, you brat? I’ll return the favor.”

Oh yeah... d e g r a d a t i o n 

You’ve tried to tell him numerous times to manage his time so he wouldn’t be so stressed out or to ask for more vacation days before he blew his top...But you can’t deny how dominating and rougher he got was hot

This man has a lowkey exhibition kink - he might as well have it because of the many times he has pulled you aside into the restroom or into a janitor closet to have almost clothed sex because he couldn’t hold it in anymore

He wouldn’t be into being called Daddy...He’s more of a Sir type of man.

“Back that ass against Sir’s cock...Yeah, fuck yourself on his cock. Such a good little slut.”

He’d be into the positions where he can easily lift your body up and do whatever he wants with it: Full Nelson, against the wall, Cowgirl (but he’s the one controlling you), etc. He loves how small you feel in his grasp and how cute you look in these positions while you moan up a storm

Likes bathtub/swimming pool/hot tub sex too, a great way to unwind.

Has fucked you over his desk messy with papers with his fingers before and will do it again

If you’re being bratty, he’ll shove his cock down your throat to choke on: “Gotta give your mouth somethin’ t’do from all that shit you talk, brat.”

Enjoys a good rough throat fuck, but he won’t do it if you’re not into it.

On Soft and Gentle days, he’s very affectionate. You found it a little bit strange since he’s a bit aloof about PDA, but then his hands wander and you get the message

He kisses all over your face, neck, body, and loves to lead into a deep make out session. His stubble will tickle you and you’ll smell his fresh water-scented cologne + his musk more closely

Will eat you out for days - this man will lift your legs over his shoulders as he goes to down tongue fucking your hole and rubbing your clit, groaning against your sex, and looking up at you with adoring blue eyes as he watches you come undone. 

Tell him none of your boyfriends ever made you orgasm before and he’ll get to work right then and there. 

Will eat ass too fyi

Does more lazy positions on Soft and Gentle days, like spooning, plain ol’ missionary, the lazy version of cowgirl (where you’re doing the work), and etc.

Likes to play with your chest if you fuck yourself on his cock, pinching your nipples and groaning out how good you are for him. 

“Mmm, you’re so fuckin’ tight. I love it, baby.”, “You’re so perfect, fuck, makes me wanna cum in you all the time.”, “There you go, nice and gentle...Tell me if you can’t take it anymore, okay?”

All the praise and head pats when you give him head. 

“Hng, such a good girl...Fuck, right there.”, “You’re so good at this, keep going and I’ll give you a present.”

2 rounds and he’s done - he’ll do the bare minimum of cleaning you off with a towel and leave painkillers on the bedside for tomorrow before he cuddles up to you and sleeps

Soft dom joot and I will die on this hill

DIO

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If only this man was a good father

But in a world where he actually knew he had children - he would do his best (araki confirmed he would be a banging dad to gio if he had known he existed)

Let’s be real, the four spawns of dio would be tired of his narcissism by the time they were grown ups and let him do whatever

In this world before that happens, you would be hired as a babysitter through an ad and you would be greeted by this large, extremely handsome, and very shirtless blonde man at his door. 

He’s very suave and you can’t help but feel attractive to such a charming man, the way his golden stare eyes you down like prey sends shiver down your spine. 

He’s a very well-regarded lawyer and he’s busy with cases, so he needed someone to watch over his sons while he’s gone - he’s thinking that you’ll probably be scared off in a week because of how troublesome his kids are (especially donatello and ungalo), but they’re just in love with you (especially gio and rykiel).

He’s not ashamed to flirt with you openly, such as complimenting you, offering you a glass of some of his vintage wine, offering to take you out to dinner as a kind ‘repayment’ for putting up with his kids, etc.

"My dear, won't you accompany me to the strip mall? I've been meaning to get new shoes, and I'd like to get things for the boys. I'll buy you something nice too for being such a good girl."

You end up tagging along to these small escapades because you strangely can’t say no to him, showing how easily he can win you over

You are falling v e r y hard for him but you're having a dilemma about being so nuch younger than Dio and potentially confusing his young children about you being their new 'mommy'

There is some melodrama, seeing Dio surrounded by much older and classier women than you are, those snide comments about how young you were and how you were just after his money, and so forth. While he sees you with these immature and gross young boys wanting to get in your pants made his blood boil. Good ol' angst and mutual pinning over here.

You catch yourself staring longingly into his eyes and having lingering touches that drove both you and him crazy.

Eventually you had to let it out that you liked him and he liked you in return.

Spoils the hell out of you because he had too much money to deal with. He'll buy you designer clothes, makeup, bags, shoes, even new computers and phones.

He almost thought about buying you a new apartment, but he held back because he knew he was going to move you in later.

Dio was used to being surrounded by uncouth women who were only after his fame and fortune, or just wanted him appearance-wise. But you felt like a real person he can talk to. You didn't blindly agree with him with everything, you had your own opiniond and your own set of ideals that made you fascinating.

He loves to argue with you, even its something stupid. He just loves seeing that passion in your eyes when you give out your reasons why he's wrong.

He also likes it when you're bashful. You look away when you see him shirtless, those cute murmurs of trying to figure out what to say when he gives you gifts, how you wanted to repay him for them with a stutter. It makes him want to coddle and tease you more

Something in his chest rises when he sees his children getting along so well with you. Ungalo and Giorno unapologetically started calling you 'Mommy' with Donatello and Rykiel following suit. It makes him dazed at the thought of you being the new mommy in the family to take care of the children and welcome him home with dinner and a big kiss

Even though he's the one with the words that make you flustered - you can fluster him too by being so cute to him. Like kissing his hand or trying to ask convince him for you to lead. Even making him something homemade, he's trying so hard not to blush and acts stubborn when you call it out.

"I-I'm not blushing, fool! Here, let's get going. This place is filled with cretins."

Dates include fancy dinners, orchestra viewings, reading books together quietly, and being a pseudo fanily with the kids

Very open with showing you attention - he'll brush your hair out of your face and cup your cheek, wrap his strong arms around your body from behind, lean down suddenly to press a kiss on your lips, kissing the back of your hand, etc.

Doesn't care if his kids are watching.

"Daddy, there's no more apple sauce." "D-Dio, stop it, Giogio's watching!" "Hm? Alright, write it down in the shopping list for Daddy." As he continues his actions without a care

You definately had to be the one confronted when the spawns see something their father does.

"(Y/n), why were you wrestling naked with Daddy?" "Why do you have a boo boo (hickey) on your neck?" "I saw daddy spank (Y/n)'s butt!"

"What's your assignment, Dona?" "The sounds I hear at home. I put "Daddy and Mommy jumping on the bed upstairs" and "Mommy praying to god really loudly"."

His kisses taste like wine and he smells like sandalwood and bergamot

Will bite your lips during a kiss, no reason why he just likes doing it

If you two get into a fight, Dio is the one that crawls up to you and cuddles you as he apologizes while moping

Hates that you get along with his brother and his wife, but he's just bitter like that.

"Oh, I'm so happy you found someone to call your own, Dio! I thought you were going to be some old grouchy man in a house by yourself! I'm so proud of you, brother!" "TAKE THAT PRIDE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS JOJO, AND PUT ME DOWN!"

Yes, he rants about Jonathan (and many others, but mostly Jonathan) to you

And giorno is the first one to stand up for his favorite Uncle Jojo.

You bet your sweet ass theres gonna be a wedding and its very lavish - but you picked out most of the decor and stuff because he let you

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Oof, thats a spicy dad

Within the first month of meeting you: its screwing time

Dio is that nasty person who knew about your developing crush on him (it was kinda obvious tho) and used that to get into your pants

One evening, he had convinced you into watching a movie with him. He brought out wine and set a romantic mood for you to get comfortable.

The wine giving you a little bit of courage, how Dio would nonchalantly place his hand on your thigh or around your shoulder to pull you closer to his broad chest, how his teasing fingers left ghost-like touches on your skin. It was driving you crazy.

By the end of the movie, he acted like nothing happened and casually asked you if you wanted another film. As if you couldn't see the tent forming in his sweat pants.

Not even 3 minutes into the next film and you found your courage to bring Dio into a kiss when his face was close to yours.

In the private movie room, the kids asleep, and the sound-proof walls protecting the two of you: Dio had you melting in his touch, having you sit on his lap and pressing his groin into your sex and having a heavy makeout session with a lot of touching.

His voice groaning in your ear: "God, I've wanted to get my hands on you forever."

He'll press a kiss onto your nipple before sucking on it and eventually biting playfully

Extra teasing with the prep, you gotta take his meat somehow.

He'll lick and playful bite on your clit, moving down into your entrance and start tongue-fucking you as a start. His hands gripping on your waist so hard to keep you from squirming that it might leave bruises

He can go for hours and tediously slow, just eating you out to feel your walls clamp down on his thick tongue and to taste the syrupy liquid as you cum around his tongue.

He does the same with fingering. He'll stuff you up to three fingers, just so you wont die from taking his cock. Sitting you in his lap and whispering obscene things into your ear:

"What a naughty girl, getting her pussy wet for her employer. Do you like it when an older man knows how to make you cum? You're clenching around my fingers so tightly and you're sensitive everywhere else...I hope you're instore for what's to come, my naughty slut."

When you've came around his fingers, he'll make you taste them lovingly. But this also acts like a muffle for when he raises you up and slide you down into his erect cock until your bottomed out.

The way your eyes tear up and how much louder you've gotten just makes him harder as he starts pumping into you.

The way you scratch up his back and grab ahold of him for dear life while those doe eyes are crossed from pleasure makes you look so adorable, it makes him drill into you faster and aching to ruin that adorable innocence.

Lots of hickies everywhere, even in hard to reach places like the back of your legs and such

Of course, he asked you on a proper date after getting his dick wet

He initially just wanted something to do (metaphorically and literally), but he caught the feelings

Something about how dainty and innocent (appearing) you are compared to him just really gets him going. You could do simple things like hold his much larger hand or hug him and he'll probably have a boner

Likes to be serviced (because its Dio) and sits back for the show when you want to give him a blowjob

You can barely get your mouth around him and have to use two hands to pump whatever couldn't fit inside your mouth. He finds it so adorable and could cum at just the sight of it - he'll play with your hair or stroke your head while you service him as he coos praise.

"My sweet little girl, taking me so well with her mouth. If you keep it up, I'll give you a present."

Be wary, he likes the throat fuck. He'll shove his meat down your throat like no tomorrow and he won't hesitate as he grabs you by your head and enjoys your eyes tearing up and your muffled moans vibrating around him

One man bukkakke, just warning you.

If you let him cum down your throat or on your chest/face, he'll probably get instantly hard again.

Hot potent dad nut™️ (iykyk)

Breeding? Hell yeah. He's done it four times already, why not making it five?

Something about you acting like the perfect little house wife for him: greeting him after a long day of work with a kiss and a hot meal with either Rykiel or Ungalo on your hip makes him crazy

Early on into your relationship, he has seriously thought about trapping you with a baby so you couldn't leave him. - The thought of you swollen with his spawn and breasts leaking with milk makes his cock twitch.

You were the one who initially told him to forget about finding a condom and to fuck you, so it's on you technically - have you seen the four different children born from three different mothers already? (technically, two of them died, but whatever).

Affectionately calls you 'mommy':

"I want to fill you full of my cum until you get knocked up. Wouldn't you like that? To be full of my child and to become a mother? Doesn't that sound wonderful, Mommy~?"

Doesn't have prefered names in bed - but he'll play along if you call him Daddy with his Mommy stuff

If there were stands involved - Dio would most likely have you fucked by The World for jack off material (since he can still feel it)

Pregger sex on the way

Dio is a insatiable individual and he doesn't care, he'll raise that kid because he has plenty of money to take care of the both of you

Diavolo

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if only he was a good father, part 2

In this hypothetical universe, Diavolo actually cares for Trish and was devastated when Donatella died

He buried himself in his work so he wouldn't think about his ex-wife, however he's usually away from Trish most of the time because of his refusal to grieve

So he hires you to take care of his daughter full time.

Trish warmed up to you and got excited when you came around, you always played with her and did things a mother would have done to her

Some sad moments where Trish would make off-hand comments about she wished you were her mommy so she can be like her friends or wished you could be her mommy so her dad wouldn't be so sad - so sad, you almost cried from a seven year old's comments

One day, coming in to collect your paycheck, you finally meet your boss face-to-face ( your interview to get the job was conducted by his secretary, so you've actually never seen him irl)

You are immediately intimidated and enamored by the taller man: The way his dark circles sunk underneath his jade green eyes he gave to Trish, his hot magenta and spotted hair done in a loose ponytail, the intricate floral motif tattoos running down his bare arms as he stood there dressed in a tank top and his work slacks, a cigarette dangling from his black-colored lips as he stubbornly tries to light it by a window.

Oh my god, your boss was hot, you're finally having one of those moments.

You were always into more mature men and more alternative men...This fucker hit all of the physical criteria so far.

His voice was gruff and tired, indicated that he either just woke up or just got off work. You hesitantly went over to his beckoning hand he gave you a firm handshake and muttered a half-proper greeting while apologizing for his appearance. "Sorry if I look like a mess...Just got off and needed a smoke.

Trish is excited that her Papa was home and she's running around to show him all the drawings and fun activities you and Trish did while he was at work, to which he just smiles and strokes her hair lovingly as he looks over everything.

He thanks you for doing everything with his daughter when he doesn't have the time and appreciates the effort you go through.

Then: "Papa, can (Y/n) stay over for dinner?"

Trish's puppy eyes and Diavolo's easy give-in into his daughter's demands with a questioning look to you...You were now sitting in their fancy dining room with some Italian dish and a glass of wine next to Trish and Diavolo adjacent.

Cue awkward small talk with an extremely socially awkward buff man

The wine did help ease the nerves and you managed to have a nice conversation with Diavolo, even after Trish excused herself after finishing her meal. Little did ya'll know, you gave her the wrong impression:

"If (Y/n) becomes Papa's new girlfriend, then he won't be sad anymore! And I can have a Mama! We can be a happy family!"

This seven-year-old little girl is trying her damndest to get you and her father together. Constantly demanding that you come along with them on trips to restaurants, shops, and come over often with Diavolo home. Anytime you three were in public, she would immediately run off to 'look at something' when in reality she wanted you and her father to have some alone time.

She was eventually called out by Diavolo and she confessed to her intentions while crying: "I-I'm sorry, Papa! I-I thought you wouldn't be so sad anymore if (Y/n) was your girlfriend! A-And I could have a mommy too!"

Long story short, after Trish was put to bed for a nap after wearing herself out with crying, Diavolo sat you down and apologized for Trish. To make it up to you, he brought out a bottle of wine for the two of you to share...

That liquid courage really did something to you, because once the buzz went through your veins and he was laughing about how silly his daughter was for thinking that you two could start dating after what she pulled...You told him: "I wouldn't mind...I think you're an attractive man."

Silence, suddenly: "You aren't joking, right?"

"No...To be honest, I've always thought you were handsome and had a small crush on you...But I knew we couldn't get together since...Y'know...You're my boss."

"...I feel the same way about you as well."

Over the time Diavolo got to know you, his heart felt like it was lifted from its dark cave. You gave him the butterflies and weightless feeling he thought he could only get from Donatella.

He's scared initially, it still felt to early to let go of Donatella and that you were much younger than he was. Both parties had something to shoulder going into this relationship

Lots of melodrama, it's great. Ends with Diavolo realizing that it wasn't selfish to move on and that he was truly in love with you

Acts like an awkward teenager because he's really only been with the maximum of 2 people before you

He's surprisingly cute, he likes to take you to build-a-bear claiming to get a toy for Trish but insists that he'll pay if you want to get something. Or suggesting going to cute couple-themed cafes.

Ngl it takes like the 3rd date for him to actually kiss you on the lips

Lets be real, you'll probably move in with him and Trish

Once Dia gets comfortable, he'll be more shameless with his affection towards you. Kissing you suddenly, random backhugs, pulling you back into bed, pda in front of Trish (to which she sticks her tongue out in disgust)

Gets jealous pretty easy. If a guy tries to come up and flirt with you, he's right there sending glares in two seconds with an arm around your waist. Then he downplays when he gets jealous. "What? Don't be ridiculous. I just came up to ask you if you wanted something."

He wears alt clothing when he's out of work, so expect matching outfits with the whole fam

terms of endearment: mi Musa (my muse), bambina, bella (beautiful)

Dates include: fancy dinner dates, alt night clubs, shopping, going to the beach (half the time Trish is with you guys, so you cant do anything nasty)

He is the goth dad underneath the umbrella wearing all black and 100 spf sunblock on while Trish is running around in a colorful swimsuit and getting tanner by the second

He can get very worn out with social interaction and responsibilities, so he likes to hug you in complete silence. Recharging mode.

Trish had no problem when the two of you started dating, she immediately told her friends that you were her new mom and that you were gonna live with them. (Diavolo had to come in a lecture her)

Sometimes, his assistant Doppio (the one who originally interviewed you) would come over and you'd get along with him pretty well. Although Diavolo wasn't home most of the time Doppio came around.

"E-Eh?! You're the Boss's girlfriend?! I've been so disrespectfully casual this whole time! Please forgive me!"

His kisses are chaste at first, but they slowly become tender and drag on for a while. You can taste the wine and cigarette smoke on him.

He's terrible about showing affection at first, just let him warm up and he'll be more comfortable with his love language

He can experience doubt and nightmares about Donatella, thinking that you'll leave him like she did so you'll have to reassure him from time to time

Some of the lowest moments you've seen of him is when he's been drinking heavily and he refers you to Donatella. You couldn't help but feel bad, but you felt angry that he was still clinging onto his past for comfort and refusing to move from his dark hole when things got tough when you were right here to comfort him and pull him through.

Lots of arguments involving this ^

He can't stay upset with you, he ends up being the one crawling in bed and apologizing to you while seeking your warmth.

Smells like musky cologne, leather, and a bit like cigarette smoke

He has his dad tendencies with you sometimes: "If you don't stop throwing a fit, I'll have to punish you.", "Don't be picky, good girls get their rewards for finishing everything", "Wanna be in my lap? Here, sit down."

He immediately realizes what he said to you and apologizes...But it sparks something.

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The first time you have sex with him, of course he's going to be more romantic towards you and making sure you have a good time with him. A nice romantic dinner, candles, roses, the whole extra ten miles

Extra caring with body worship, his kisses all over your body and leaving hickies as he praises you throughout the night

the next time won't be so gentle...

in fact, the next time you guys have sex is in the middle of a heated argument...To which you aggressively make out right after.

He'll get quite comfortable with sex pretty quickly, probably because he's walking tension and takes it all out on your pussy

Diavolo isn't stranger to having wild sex, because he'd occasionally stop by a brothel when he's too pent up before meeting you. He'll ask what you like and dislike before proceeding.

He likes choking, especially if you're wearing alt clothes and have a leather spiked collar or some choker with something he can grab and yank you forward with.

Diavolo is no stranger to quickies. When the two of you haven't seen each other and Trish is home, he'll drag you into his bathroom and move some of your clothes to relieve both of your guys' tension while keeping your mouth shut with his lips

He's sweet out of the bedroom and sometimes in when you want a slower night, but he's usually the biggest dirty talker in the world - and calls you a bunch of names for his own pleasure.

"Hm? Like that, you filthy slut? Like the feelin' of my finger shoved so deep in your pussy, filling you nice and full?" "Get on my lap, I won't stop you've counted to thirty." "Troia, tell Daddy how much you love his fat cock stuffing your little pussy full of cum." The fuck did you say, sborra troia? You want attention that bad? Lemme shove my cock down your throat, that'll shut your whining up."

He likes you wearing fishnets or tights because they make your legs and ass look good and he likes ripping them apart to get to it.

Sorta gets off on the fact you're younger than him, asking you if you wanted to fuck your teachers if you were so willing to spread your legs for him

Gets a lot of black lipstick everywhere, be warned.

^ get revenge by giving him a blowjob with black lipstick on, he won't be able to scrub it off

Somnophilia - he comes home pretty late into the night and snuggles up to your side...And now he's fingering you to get you wet enough to slide his erect cock inside

He knows how to pierce, so he'll pierce your nipples or your clit for free if you want him to. Although, don't expect to get it done in one session. He'll be way too distracted with feeling your nipples between his fingers or end up playing with your clit into full on fingering you.

Once you get it done, he'll go for them while pleasuring you. He'll pull on them gently and laugh as you squirm in his lap. "Just checking if they're infected...You've been taking good care of them, mi Musa. They look adorable on you."

Surprise him once in a while, after having a stressful day of work he'll come home to you dressed up in a nice set of lingerie (his preferred style is between black latex and lacey pink) and wait for him on the bed.

"Oh, Mi Musa...You're too kind to me." Rip to your pussy

Would probably eat you out to metal music

He is very horny, there were several times where Trish almost caught ya'll in the act in random places because Diavolo couldn't keep it in his pants

He also gets aroused at the thought of you becoming a mother, swollen with his child and greeting him home with dinner and Trish by your side.

With the breeding kink fueling him, Diavolo will pick up your waist, throw your legs over his shoulders, and start pounding into you s he starts mumbling.

"C'mon and take me, Gattina. I want you so full of my cum, there's no way you won't be knocked up. I want you so fucking pregnant, if you don't get pregnant I'll just fill you up again. I wanna see your belly so big with our kid in there, your tits leaking milk...Fuck, you'll be such a good mommy to Trish and our child, won't you?"

Think it's super hot if you do the naked apron gag, he'll bend you over the counter and fuck you right then and there if you welcome him back nude with just an apron and give him a big kiss like a perfect little housewife

Drunk sex™️ - he's more unhinged with his desires and overstims you to the max without a care as he gets off

His tongue is pierced, so when he eats you out you're gonna feel the extra texture.

He pays for any clothes he rips up, so don't worry about having nothing to wear

Hot goth dad who gets horny for you, hell yeah 10/10

[mlbpotter]

Sole Crusher and why I hated it.

Ahh, one of the most prodigious episode for Zoe-fans.

You see, we see Zoe in a car touring Paris as she came from New York. She entered a bakery to get something for her family (A.K.A Audrey) Marinette entered, and slipped on the floor, but Zoe being who she is, clever perfectionist, nimble, quick blah blah blah, whatever the directors want to show us, caught Marinette in a blink of an eye.

In irl, I think if somebody did slip, in front of me, I’d be too shocked to react in seconds. I’d be gaping, mouth open, too shocked to catch anyone.

Ahh, well, Marinette then talked to her a little, learnt how she only had one friend, made some of us feel pity for her (eh, Thomas). So, NOW THE NEXT PART REALLY GETS ME! Marinette didn’t know who this unknown Zoe girl was (could be a thief, murderer, kidnapper idk) yet she gave away her phone number, free pastries, and invited her to HER FRIEND’S CONCERT! OMG you dumass, you don’t just give away these things to unknown people!

Well, still, moving on, zoe went back to the car, and to the bourgeois hotel. She gave away the pastries to the driver saying her family preferred sour from sweet, meaning they were not exactly caring. Just showing what a bad mother Audrey is, Zoe, like Chloe tried to act all snobbish and mean to get her mother’s attention.

To keep it short, Zoe met Chloe and they had a very meaningful conversation. But the thing that bugged me the most was that what Chloe said. 'Your father exists only to do whatever you want, whenever you want.'

Huh? Forgot this, in origins pt.2? This shows that chloe actually loves her father.

Also, Chloe was shown locking Sabrina in a locker, and forcing her to do her homework.

......

So how do u explain this?☝️

Chloe cares about Sabrina. Thomas really ruined Chloe's character her smh, in sole crusher.

Anyways, Chloe took Zoe to the school in a limousine, with Sabrina running behind them!

BrUh, thomas? R u serious? This is a kids show, no? You are supposed to show how to be considerate, not treating ur friend as slaves!

After some more uneccessary chloe-being-cruel moment, Chloe introduces everyone to Zoe.

She says, that Zoe needs a guy to pamper, who is preferably rich....wow, Thomas you already destroyed Adrien's friendship with Chloe, what more do u want?

When Zoe pretended to hate Marinette's macaroons, Sabrina started idiolizing her immediately. SABRINA ALSO NEEDS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!!

Obviously, Chloe 'tried' to teach Zoe some mean habits, and Marinette was confused about the way she acted so differently at school.

Being Marinette, she texted Zoe about the the confusion, and obviously blamed Chloe. When Chloe found out that her sister was texting her arch-enemy Marinette, she became furious.

Zoe lied and said that she was planning to humiliate Marinette. One of the worst things about Zoe is that she tries to change her nature just to meet up the needs for others. Chloe only does that to impress her mother.

Zoe went up the blacony, and was met by Andre, Chloe's father, who tried to console her, by telling her his own dream. Ok, listen up, how come Andre is only nice to his step-daughter, in a fatherly way??? And treats Chloe like a spoilt queen?? What kind of a father u r, even though u know that's wrong? Ugh

Anyways, the part where Andre wanted to be a film director was pretty cool. Again, we get some background history about the character. And yes, he listened to Audrey, about being rich, not a film director, blah blah blah, showing again how bad of a wife Audrey is.

Then, we discovered that Zoe wanted to be an actress for no good reason, and yest, admittedly she is pretty good a hiding her emotions and 'acting'.

This is how Andre tried to cheer up Zoe, but obviously made the situation worse, as she only thought about the way Chloe, treated her, and not her mother. So yeah, She only has a grudge against Chloe, again showing how horrible and cruel Chloe could be, right?

Just because Chloe said, 'You either step on other people, or I step on you!' This is so out-of-character for, Chloe. She would never say that, I reckon this much.

And there we go, Zoe reluctantly wears the diamond shoes, and becomes akumatized by shadow moth.

So, her power was touching other people with her shoes, and she became bigger.

Sole crusher, found Chloe in her room taking selfies of herself, to shoe how vain she was and how much she admired herself. Ummm..when did Chloe have an obsession with taking her photos? Except maybe in the episode where Marc was akumatized.

Chloe caught a glimpse of Sole Crusher, on her mobile's photo.

She said, 'How come you are using my image without my authorization?' Old Chloe loved to be idolized, so out-of-character.

So, when Chole discovered that it was Zoe, she began running like she was in a marathon, which was again out of character, as she wouldn't run, it'd be too much of work for her.

I think the running was just to show how bad of a character Chloe was, as she pushed Marinette's parents and Marinette herself towards Zoe, to show how cruel, evil and selfish she really is.

Another thing, I think that the kwamis shouldn't be allowed outside the box very long, as someone might catch them, like Chloe almost did.

So, the reason Sole crusher didn't step on Marinette, was because Marinette is the main character of the show, and she just can't be in a dangerous situation (Thomas logic). It'd made a great plot if Marinette was crushed by sole crusher. It would keep the viewers on their toes.

Eh, well, To make look Chloe worse, they made her run further, and order Zoe to literally step on the 'losers'. AKA rest of Marinette's classmates. (Do students really meet each other like this irl?)

So Marinette discovered that Zoe was Sole crusher, and gave some advice.

Marinette: That's not true, you don't need to crush on anyone. The 'winner' and 'loser' thing doesn't exist. It's just people, each one with your differences and unique features. (after Chat Noir interrupted) Zoe, no one will judge you here. You can be yourself! You can trip, you can fall, there's always going to be someone to help you stand up. I will always support you!

Shadow moth manipulated Zoe again, So Chat Noir tripped sole crusher giving Marinette the chance to run away and transform in a place that no one can see (totally). Since Tikki followed Marinette, and Kaalki alerted Adrien about the akuma, they both were able to transform.

Since I am no good at writing battle scenes, I'll tell the main points. Ladybug used her lucky charm, and got a shoe horn. So basically, Chat Noir and ladybug both destroyed the heels of Zoe's shoes, but the akuma didn't come out. Chloe insulted sole crusher, and got crushed.

Chloe : Look at how you're treating ur very expensive shoes! Go back to wearing you hideous and plain sneakers.

So ladybug figured out that the Akuma must be in those sneakers Chloe mentioned.

So the team tried to find out those sneakers in Chloe's house. Ladybug saw Sabrina in the closet, yet asked her about the sneakers, and ignored her. Wow, shoe some empathy ladybug, or even Chat Noir!

They saw Andre, and he told them where the Akuma went. So basically Andre showed them the box, and was so scared of Audrey, that her had hid those directories a secret from her. Since that box was not opening, ladybug used her shoehorn to open that box thingy. Long story short, ladybug repaired everything, and gave Zoe the lucky charm, and left.

Skip to the noon, where Zoe went to the concert she was invited in, and Chloe still believed Zoe's lame story about humiliating Marinette, and was super pissed off when Zoe ate the macaroons.

So yeah, Zoe apologized about her akumatizatidon, and told her 'tragic' backstory. She didn't want to disappoint her family's expectation, so she pretended to be mean.

In her boarding school, she was being bullied, and pretended to be someone she was not.

And since er...the miraculous fandom characters are so 'different' and tried to be nice to her, which was pretty cool of them....

Chloe demanded that Zoe leave for New York, but Andre was pretty cool about it, and made a lame yet nice excuse for her, to be enrolled in anther boarding school. So she had a different room. Obviously, the creators showed how err..awesome Zoe is as she said to Andre, 'Promise me that you are not going to give up on your dreams for too long.' But Andre's dream was very irrelevant, as nothing of that sort was mentioned after that.

Zoe's new found friends helped her become a better person, and there were some ending pics of her.

Zoe's message to Marinette was pretty cheesy ngl. But if only Zoe was introduced as a character who didn't out smart her sister, I would honestly love her so much!

(If my dumb shit post doesn't get famous, I will quit. I literally worked so hard for this post, and also had to rewrite it multiple times)

[redhairedwolfwitch]

One Chicago Women x Reader Prompts

These prompts are amalgamated from pinterest, my brain (I made some tv show references) and tumblr, with a bonus contribution from @talatomaz but anyways the rules: max of two prompts (you can send just one if you don't want to pick two), I need the prompt number and the dialogue. A lot of these prompts can work together well if you take a moment to think, but they are for the One Chicago Women for some x reader fics. Thanks to whoever reads this.

Also, some of the requests give you freedom to a little Grey's Anatomy crossover but I'm only on season 7.

1) “I didn’t come to fight.”

2) “Do you need a hug?” “I don’t want a hug.” “I didn’t ask if you wanted one. I asked if you needed one.”

3) “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

4) “I love you, from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

5) “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

6) “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

7) “Where did you get those bruises?”

8) “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

9) “Stop messing with your IV!”

10) “Since when did you have a tattoo?”

11) “I like you.” “You really shouldn’t.”

12) “Move or be moved.”

13) “Please don’t do this!”

14) “Oh, honey, that joke was terrible.”

15) “Wow, that was adorable.”

16) “You’re in love with them!” “No, I’m not!” “You just agreed to do the one thing you hate, because they asked you to!” “Dammit!”

17) “Your eyes are all red. Have you been crying?”

18) “Do you think you can get up or are you going to continue to use me as your pillow?”

19) “You know what they say about hope, right? Breeds eternal misery.”

20) “Why are you avoiding me?”

21) “It’s three in the morning, why are you calling at three in the morning?”

22) “Why do you only have one shoe? Where’s your other shoe?”

23) “Kiss me you idiot.”

24) “I swear, if you start quoting one of those stupid sitcoms at me because I argued with them, I will steal one sock from each pair you own, over a long period of time, and eventually you will run out of matching socks.”

25) “I need you to pretend to be my date.” “What, why me? Ask someone else!” “No, it has to be you.” “What do you mean it has to be me?”

26) “I think something’s broken.” “Oh yeah, you’ve definitely broken something.” “How can you tell?” “Y/n, I’m looking at the bone right now and it’s definitely not straight.” “Neither am I.” “That’s the meds talking, but I support you.”

27) “Why do you have a baseball bat?” “I thought you were a predator.” “Did you just quote Teen Wolf? Ugh, whatever, I brought takeaway.”

28) “Where did you come from?” “Hell. I’m kidding, I was across the street, but I’m from…”

29) “Have you considered shutting up?”

30) “Wow, you have really pretty eyes.”

31) “I regret nothing.” “Do you even remember what you’re supposed to be regretting?”

32) “Wait you’re related to them? You two are nothing alike!”

33) “Are you glaring at me in the hopes that I will burst into flames?” “I wasn’t glaring…” “They weren’t glaring, they were ogling you.”

34) “Are you seriously leaving without saying goodbye?” “Why would I say goodbye if I was planning on asking you to come with me?”

35) “Why Seattle, of all places? “We’re visiting my sibling, who happens to work at a hospital in Seattle… also I’ve never seen the Space Needle.”

36) “Who’s your alibi?” “Um… your sibling.” “My sibling is your alibi… you’ve got to be kidding me.”

37) “Why do you have a cat? Since when have you had a cat?”

38) “I mean, what are you going to do? Run to the airport and snog them in the terminal before they get on their flight? Oh, I should not have given you that idea.”

39) “What happened to you?” “The universe said fuck you, that’s what happened.”

40) “Oh please, it’s hard to hate me, I’m adorable.”

41) “You’re cute when you’re half asleep, you’re like a dozy kitten, kitten.” “Urf, I’m too tired for your cheesiness.”

42) “You don’t think about how much you miss a person until they’re gone.”

[taintjisung]

[20:57] seungjin

kinks: dominance fighting

words: 3187

top: hyunjin

“Reservation," Seungmin walked up to the first waiter, handing his receipt over.

"Ah, of course, follow me."

The two walked toward the backstage, but just before was an expensive looking glass lift. In place of what you'd expect to be cheesy elevator music or mood setting music was good pop that Seungmin couldn't help but nod his head to, making the server smile.

It dinged, the doors opening, and the server led Seungmin down the beautiful corridor. It looked like that of an expensive hotel, shocking him that the cost wasn't more expensive. Each door had a name on a plate beside it, and a small screen with the reservations.

Park Jaehyung

HMY 3:00

WDS 4:30

PDW 6:30

Na Dowan

PJM 3:00

WPM 5:00

HHJ 6:30

Yang Woyoung

BMN 4:30

LRW 6:00

BWH 7:30

Then, they reached Hyunjin's door.

Hwang Hyunjin

KSM 2:50

LJH 4:15

SKH 5:30

Seungmin touched the screen, touching the arrow. There were pages and pages of reservations so... Why was he at the top? Why was he checked in immediately?

"You may go inside and prepare, sir," the waiter informed, opening the door for him.

"Thank you," Seungmin bowed and stepped inside, removing his shoes at the door and heading to the centre of the room. There was a tablet attached to the wall with a big WELCOME, KIM SEUNGMIN across the front.

He approached it, and tapped NEXT.

CHOOSE YOUR PREFERENCES.

He clicked.

GENERAL KINKS

SPECIAL REQUESTS

ESCORT PERMISSIONS

He clicked the first option.

NAME CALLING

SADISM AND DEGRADATION

BONDAGE

There were pages and pages of examples, but he simply exited out back to the main page. He opened ESCORT PERMISSION to understand exactly what that meant.

TOP

BOTTOM

SWITCH

He clicked bottom.

Now there was a checklist of what permission Seungmin was giving Hyunjin to do to him.

With a smirk, he clicked CHECK ALL.

Backing out to the main screen, now that he'd done that a new button appeared: CONFIRM.

He clicked, and it brought him to one last screen.

ADDITIONAL DESIRES COST EXTRA DEPENDING ON THE TYPE. YOU HAVE SELECTED NO KINKS, PERMISSIONS, OR PREFERENCES. PROCEED?

He clicked next, and the tablet switched off, the door opening to another waiter, holding a tray of various drinks.

"A drink before your reservation, sir?"

"This is?" he asked, pointing to a red iced drink in a triangular glass.

"Strawberry cherry margarita on ice."

Seungmin smiled, taking it off the tray. "Thank you."

"Enjoy your time."

He turned around to really take in the room; while it was mainly just the bed for obvious reasons, the bed itself was beautiful. Sheer curtains draped over every metal post, and as he pushed them aside, he could see the thick black comforter, silk red pillows fashioned in a half circle around the back against the frame. At the foot of the bed where Seungmin was standing was a drawer; when it opened it was a stair up to the tall bed, but could be opened further to reveal various things one might need. A bottle of lube, some toys, what have you.

He smiled and closed the drawer, hopping up onto the bed. Pushing himself back into the centre, he propped up onto the pillows with his legs crossed as he took small sips of his margarita. He sighed softly, both from contentedness and nervousness that there were only a ten minutes until he was getting his best friend in bed with him.

Ten minutes. He'd spent longer taking in his surroundings as he thought; the door opened, heeled steps approaching the bed. The lights were switched off, a soft candlelight placed at either side of the foot of the bed. His heart stopped beating a moment, but he brought his glass to his lips, playing it cool as Hyunjin pushed the curtains aside.

"You had a lot of reservations," Seungmin observed. "Almost three pages' worth. Why'd I get checked in immediately?"

"Because I knew this is what you wanted," Hyunjin smirked, climbing over him and taking the glass from his hands. "I told them to star your name. I'm just shocked you willingly chose to bottom."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he placed the glass on a shelf Seungmin hadn't seen above the head of the bed. "But what got me is that I saw you gave me permission to do anything I want to you. Is that so?"

Seungmin wasn't about to spill that he was a virgin. He knew if he did, Hyunjin would cancel and give him his money back. He couldn't do this to a virgin, especially his best friend.

But Seungmin could. And he was going to.

"In this job, hyung," he started,  sitting up properly, the pad of his thumb beneath Hyunjin's chin, "you'll rarely get someone like me. When you sell yourself like this, people will buy. Don't you want just one pretty boy to sell himself to you for a change?"

"So you think me getting to fuck you is a privilege?" Hyunjin grabbed Seungmin's hand, pushing him onto his back and pinning him against the bed. "Just sounds like a future. You don't think I know how badly you want me in bed?"

"I never said you don't." Seungmin smirked, his eyes glancing to Hyunjin's lips for just a moment, but a moment that the elder caught. He'd never admit that he wanted Seungmin the same way, but the least he could do was spare the time he wasted. He let go of his hands and leant down to attach their lips, starting slow and gentle at first and slowly building up speed and aggression. Seungmin pushed Hyunjin suddenly, climbing over top of him and fighting for dominance that Hyunjin wasn't giving.

"What are you trying to do," he breathed, grabbing at Seungmin's shirt.

"I hired you."

They were almost wrestling, both wanting to be on top, in charge, the kiss not breaking as they pushed and tossed each other about the once made bed.

"As the top." Hyunjin argued, yanking Seungmin back to him once they broke away.

"Yeah, and I'm not gonna give it to you that easily."

Hyunjin pinned Seungmin against the bedframe, knowing he was stronger and deciding to use it against him.

"You're a brat, aren't you? Do you need some discipline?"

"Try me."

That was the wrong thing to say, clearly, as Hyunjin wrapped his left hand around Seungmin's throat, his right colliding with his cheek harshly. Seungmin just laughed.

"That's your idea of discipline?"

"I'd prefer to go easy on you," he nearly growled into Seungmin's ear, moving his hands up under his shirt. "This is our first time, after all. You want it to be perfect, don't you?"

"You say 'first time' like there will be others."

"If you're good, there will be," Hyunjin smirked, then pulled Seungmin toward him to remove his shirt. He tossed it behind him swiftly, then pushed him back against the bed to mark him.

"N-no marks," Seungmin tried to protest, but Hyunjin wasn't having it.

"Why not? You told me I could do whatever I want to you. There's no parent or significant other to hide it from, so--"

"There's Jeongin." Seungmin said sternly, pushing him off of him. "If he knew we were doing this he would probably have a heart attack."

There was a soft pause. Then: "Well, I just won't make them visible."

He ducked down, unbuttoning Seungmin's jeans but not removing them quite yet. He started kissing just above the hem, his lips soft and warm, sending pleasure through Seungmin's veins though he hadn't even touched him properly yet. He pulled his jeans down as he went, slowly exposing more and more of his waist.

"Do I get to take your shirt off yet?" Seungmin joked, but Hyunjin took it seriously, sitting up on his knees.

"Is that what you want?" he smirked, pulling it off back first to flex his muscles and show his body in just the light he wanted. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and it hit Seungmin that this wasn't his costume. That gave him three options; either Hyunjin had two outfits, one for bottoms and one for tops, he wore less in the bedroom, or he dressed this way just for him. Whichever it was, he was enjoying it.

"You're staring," Hyunjin teased, shifting about to give him a better view. "You like what you see?"

"Ugh, I fucking love it," Seungmin jumped forward and tackled Hyunjin over, hungrily kissing down his throat, touching his chest as he made his way back up to his lips. He was biting, sucking his lips, taking his tongue into his  mouth and savouring the taste. It was like a soft mix of alcohol and cherries, sweet but watered down. A taste Seungmin never wanted to forget.

Upside down on the foot of the bed, Hyunjin let his eyes fall open, looking above his head to the countdown on the tablet. They'd already wasted twenty minutes, leaving them with forty. Well, Hyunjin could make that fifty five if he really wanted, but that wasn't a good idea on his part.

Impatient, wanting to fill the time, he shoved Seungmin back, almost tearing both remaining layers off, then his own and laying against him, rubbing against him and creating a friction that had the younger moaning into their reattached kiss. Hyunjin's hands were on Seungmin's hips, and he knew all his easy sensitive spots already, just from being around him so often. There was one a few inches beneath his left hand, one he remembered touching by mistake and getting shoved by an embarrassed Seungmin. Right now, it was a good idea to test his luck-- and it got a positive response, a louder moan coming from the boy as he bucked his hips up into his.

Seungmin himself, he'd never been so turned on before. He was almost whining, grabbing Hyunjin anywhere and everywhere he could reach, impatient to have him inside of him.

Hyunjin got the memo, pulling away for just a moment to reach under the bed and pull out the bottle of lube Seungmin had seen when he first came in. He watched as Hyunjin dipped his first two fingers inside, then paused.

"Have you bottomed before?"

Thinking fast, Seungmin responded, "No, I've only slept with girls."

Hyunjin nodded, wiping the lube off and back into the bottle on his middle finger, sticking to a generous amount coating only his first finger.

"You're ready?"

Seungmin nodded impatiently, grabbing Hyunjin's hand and yanking him closer. He just smirked, dipping down to take his length into his mouth as a soother for the inevitable pain at first.

Seungmin hadn't ever fingered himself or used toys before, and the pleasure was strange to him, how strong it was had him squirming, moaning as Hyunjin dipped his mouth lower, reaching his base and letting his left hand help out. Seungmin was adjusting rather quickly, so Hyunjin added his middle finger, going deeper into him, building up speed faster than he'd started. Seungmin was nearly crying now, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle the real thing. Regardless, it's what he wanted, impatient to get it.

"Please," he moaned, grabbing onto Hyunjin's hair needily, whose lips came off with a soft pop.

"Aw, please what, baby? Use your words."

Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, tensing around Hyunjin's third finger now, begging with words he could barely manage. The elder smirked, pulling his hand away, and Seungmin whined in response.

"Be patient, yeah?"

He sighed with a smile, spreading more lube onto his hand to transfer onto Seungmin to easy up the process. Meanwhile, he could practically smell the previous lie off of Seungmin's skin. The way his breath hitched as he kissed up his neck, lining himself up, it was virgin behaviour. But he was too far gone now to stop, too turned on to just walk away. Too close to what he's been craving for years. Practically ever since Hyunjin learnt what sex was he wanted it with Seungmin and Seungmin only.

Hyunjin was a... well, a more polite word for whore. He slept around a lot, had almost all his friends at least on his finger if not in bed already. Of course, what made him different was that he cared. No always meant no, no matter what. There were never any strings attached and he didn't take maybes or possiblys as yeses. Point is, he'd slept with a lot of people and none of them were quite like Seungmin. That's what he was thinking of when he was pushing himself inside of the younger. How he already knew that this was going to be the best he's ever had and will ever have again.

Whether there was any love buried under all that lust was something he was still working with, but all he knew was right now, all he wanted to do was fuck the poor boy blind.

"Hy-Hyung," Seungmin cried, grabbing onto his arm. "T-too fa-fast."

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," he apologised, unaware he'd been going so fast at all. Then, he leant down to kiss him sweetly, controlling his pace and aggression for the sensitive boy. His hands roamed his sides, grabbing firmly where he could and putting pressure where he knew it would feel good. He pushed himself all the way inside of Seungmin, his hips pressed up against his. His hand pushed down on the very base of Seungmin's stomach as he pulled back and slammed back in.

"You feel that? You like how deep I am?"

Seungmin would never admit how much he absolutely love being teased like that, but the way he moaned and tensed around his dom was a dead giveaway.

"I know you like it when I tease you," Hyunjin smirked. "You're so cute, moaning for me. This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?"

Seungmin needily grabbed at Hyunjin's neck, pulling him back to his lips, but Hyunjin moved his head at the last moment, sucking on his neck and biting at his ear.

"Ugh, fuck," Seungmin moaned rather loudly. He'd been trying to keep himself relatively quiet, but with the angle Hyunjin was at, he'd found the perfect spot, hitting it again and again as Seungmin cried, nails digging into his back.

"There?" He smirked, hitting it harder as the bed hit the wall, the two of them managing to be shaking it despite the fact that it was designed purposely not to. As Hyunjin picked up his speed, Seungmin was moaning with every thrust, tears springing at his eyes as his hands desperately searched for something to grab onto. They settled around Hyunjin's biceps, pulling him forward and making him go faster.

"I still haven't heard my name yet," Hyunjin laughed, going harder and faster as a clear need for it.

"Y-you want me to... to moan y-your na-name," Seungmin panted, almost unable to get the words out. "In your... your dreams."

Hyunjin was slamming into him now, Seungmin's eyes rolling back as he tried to keep ahold of himself.

"I want this whole fucking city to know who you belong to."

"Hy-Hyunj-jin h-hyun... g," he managed, and Hyunjin pulled away with a smile.

"Come here," he requested, and the two switched positions, Hyunjin now laid up against the pillows as Seungmin lowered himself into his lap with a shaky breath. He was prepared to do the work himself and go at his own pace, but Hyunjin wasn't having it as he thrusted up into him, making him double over in pleasure, grabbing onto his shoulders as their chests collided.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

"No, you're not." Hyunjin protested sternly, stopping his movements and squeezing him around the base. "I've got ten minutes left with you, and I'm not wasting it because you're too easy."

"Please, please, hyung," He cried, begging the elder, trying to move himself but immediately having Hyunjin grab his hips to stop him, pushing him over onto his back and pulling out swiftly. He pinned his arms above his head so he couldn't touch himself, and took to kissing him again, as if it were the first time he'd ever kissed anyone. Softly, slowly, almost unsure.

"You don't want to cum anymore?" he asked demeaningly, fake sympathy as he pushed himself inside one last time, having his fun as Seungmin, on the verge of tears again, grabbed at him.

The two had ten minutes left plus five minutes to clean up, but Hyunjin didn't want Seungmin's first time to be rushed. If he had to postpone his next reservation, he would; or if they had to finish this at home, they would.

The satisfying thing was that while with other partners, Hyunjin had to think of things that really turned him on to finish, but this time? He was thinking of next time, and now, and how beautiful Seungmin looked with his head leant back on the bed, cheeks rosy and body moving against his.

"Hyung," Seungmin pulled the boy closer, wanting to kiss him as he finished.

"Hyunjin," he panted, pressing their chests right up against each other, "Hyung, I love you."

Hyunjin didn't say it back. He melted into another kiss instead, chasing his high just ahead of him. He didn't want to be with Seungmin, he just wanted to sleep with him.

"Fuck, fuck," Seungmin let curses tumble out of his trembling lips, head leaning back as Hyunjin took to licking up his neck. "Fuck, Hyunjin!"

Hyunjin let a grin fall across his cheeks as he rode out his high, finishing inside of the younger and watching proudly as he did, too.

He slowed his pace, getting in a few more thrusts before stopping. letting Seungmin calm down before pulling away. He knew it hurt if you pulled out too quickly after finishing.

He kissed him as he did, then moved to lick the cum off his stomach.

"That was amazing," Seungmin breathed, and Hyunjin laid beside him, slipping their hands together and interlocking their fingers.

"Not bad for your first time, huh?"

"Hey, I said I'm not a virgin!"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Not anymore, you aren't."

Seungmin pushed him back, and it gave the two of them a flash of when they were younger, both of them laughing softly and enjoying the time.

"Alright, come on," the elder slid out of the bed, holding out his hand for the younger to follow. "We've got ten minutes to clean up before my next reservation. There's a bathroom back here, wanna shower with me?"

Seungmin paused a second, his lips parted in consideration.

"Chicken, I literally just slept with you. Take the offer, it's special to just you."

"Fine," he smiled, letting the elder drag him to the bathroom.

[eyesfilledwith-stars]

10-14, 18, 99, 100 (you don't have to answer all those.)

obviously, i’m going to answer all of these.

10- do you sleep on your side, back, or stomach?

usually on my side… i like to cuddle. like, a lot.

11- what’s an inside joke you have with your friends?

uhm… does “walk with ag to me” count as an inside joke? it’s pretty throwback, but remember we said that to each other every day for a year straight? idk why that was the first think i thought of.

12- what’s your favorite planet?

i really don’t want to be cliché and say Saturn, but… it’s Saturn. not just because it has the most visible ring system in our solar system, but it’s also suuuuper lightweight despite its size (like, throw it in a celestial ocean and it will float kind of lightweight), and it’s got a whoooole bunch of moons (62, actually), and it’s the farthest planet we can see without a telescope, and i’m sure the horizon on that planet is spectacular (although there’s no ground there, so i guess technically there is no horizon, but i mean… the sky as seen from within the planet’s atmosphere).

but i love all the planets v much.

13- what’s something that made you smile today?

waking up to a snap of my girlfriend singing cheesy love songs to me. she’s… ugh. she’s the love of my life.

14- if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

okay, are you ready for this? sit back, i want you to picture it.

my absurdly artistic interior-design loving girlfriend has been given full control of decorating, because i have no taste. nice, cozy living room with a blanket over every chair because i am always fucking cold, and she’s always fucking hot. no carpet if i get my way, no accent wall if she gets hers. i’m picturing open brick wall, but that might just be because i’m thinking along the lines of “city aesthetics”. candles everywhere. definitely cats. the kitchen, where i will spend about 60% of my time, is all pastels. would we share a bedroom or keep two, dan-and-phil style? idk… but if there’s two, hers will be travel-themed, and she’ll have all her art stuff probably put away neatly, with her fairy lights around the bed. lots of yellow things in there. my bedroom would be all spacey, lots of dark blue/purple/greenish galaxy colors, complete with star stickers on the ceiling. papers and clothes and shoes scattered everywhere.

or not. but really, as long as i have you and there’s wifi, i’ll be perfectly happy with whatever our flat looks like.

18- tell something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up since.

… i’ve done a lot of dumb things.

99- list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

• we don’t have to take our clothes off- ella eyre(just… everything about this song. it never gets old.)•the rain- the suitcase junket(v v aesthetic)•6/10- dodie(obv)•northern downpour- panic! at the disco(luv luv luv)•ribs- lords(i don’t actually care about the lyrics to this one, just the sound)•haze- tessa violet (again, the sound more than the lyrics)•not over you- tessa violet(v catchy… it kind of captures my feeling of falling in love, even though that's not what the song is about.)•blue- troye sivan(this hits me most when i’m missing you)

100- if you were presented with two buttons: one that allows you to go 5 years into the past and the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

(i’m assuming this is 13-going-on-30 style time travel.)

absolutely 100% i’d go to the future. me from 5 years ago was… cringey. and besides, i wouldn’t have you of i went back in time. i want to skip these in-between years. i want to go straight to the good parts of life, to when i can come home to you every day.

ask me some of these questions!