#i’m speechless everytime

[runwayblues]

when i fall in love and marry all of the tumblr gvf fandom then what

[ohwarnette]

wendy by maisie peters 2023.

[screampied]

hi vegas queen i worship you daily can you do hakari mating press 🙏🙏

❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying mating press with hakari for the first time

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, praise, degredation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mdni.

“—f-fuckk,��� hakari groans, feeling how your sopped cunt swallowed him fully with such ease. you chewed the inside of your cheek, having your legs dumbly sprawled into the air. you stared at hakari, and beads of sweat ran down the sides of his eyebrows.

his slit eyebrows that never failed to curl or twist from how sensitive you always made him feel. “keep starin’ at me like that angel ‘n i’m gonna spill so much into you.”

you whined, sharp pointed nails of your own digging into the depths of his skin. hakari was so thick — stretching you repeatedly, small breathy pants left his mouth as he went in and out, biting his lip. “h-hakari, ‘s good. harder. please.”

“dumb girl, that’s what i’m-” and he pauses, feeling the deep way of you grip around him.

hakari groans, bringing a rough hand towards your tummy to brush a thumb against it. you whine, the back of your ankles just idly skimming down his back. “shittt, angel. y-you got me..twitchin,” and you hold in a single breath. feeling his dick pulse inside of you. “the way you cling onto me baby, ‘s cute.”

hakari loved studying your facial expressions, the way how your lips would coil and curlicue up into a sheepish pout.

the outline of his dick expanding throughout your gummy walls. you were nearly drooling by this point.

his favorite part, your eyes…

the way your eyes would effortlessly roll backwards from his sloppy deranged hits against your cunt. you whimpered, whined, mewled out the sweetest cries of his names until your voice strained.

“such a nasty girl, look at the mess y’er makin, pretty little cock drunk baby.”

the soaked sounds your cunt made rang amongst your ears as you kept such deep eye contact with him. hakari had droplets of sweat race down his brows before he lets off a low breathy sigh.

“belly would look so pretty all plump,” he grunts, rubbing a hand repeatedly in a circular motion against your bare stomach.

you moan, feeling such lengthy inches pivot and jerk inside of you. the way he drove his hips towards your cunt, it had you speechless everytime. “wouldn’t ya think so?”

“y-yeah,” you whined, feeling your own lip curl into a softened pout once he brings a hand now towards the bottom of your chin. you lean into his touch, watching as his thumb gingerly whisks over your spit-glossed lips, planting a wet kiss near the corner of your mouth.

“yeah, baby? you wanna be— wanna be filled?” his voice was a pure rasp, yet he managed to mimic your sweet tone in the beginning, making your pout only purse up more. he found you so cute, his eyes never left yours.

you moaned, losing track of how many hits he made against your pussy.

hakari’s thick base thwacked against you, leaving you breathless each time. you nod, the only thing you could bring yourself to do before he pulls you into a warm, passionate kiss.

“…f-fuck,” he’d grunt, a sly smile curling over his lips as you pulled him close to you. your legs practically wrapped around his waist, trapping him.

he tasted sweet, candied. you could just about make out a lick of alcohol on his tongue—you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but it was a taste you certainly couldn’t get enough of.

hakari drags his tongue next to yours, panting breaths colliding amongst each other as he’s giving you such sloppy deep thrusts. your mind’s going bleak, just being fucking ruthlessly into the mattress.

his body weight presses against you each time, each thrust has you spasming.

you felt yourself coming close once the tip of his dick makes contact with that spot… that spot that earned out a cute squeak from you.

“oh. oh. looks like i found it, huh?” he whispers, breaking his lips away for a brief moment. you stare into his eyes and he flashes you a cheesy smile, leaning in to playfully lick the bottom of your lip. you throbbed, just a simple gesture as that was enough to get you off.

“y— yes.” you whimpered, feeling yourself gradually build up into that particular point. by now, you were starting to feel your legs grow numb. they just served its purpose of dangling over his back, rubbing against his skin and all.

hakari groans, feeling your cunt suck every inch. you stare dumbly at the way his muscles clench, his jaw tightens…. his abs.

his eyes flicker and roam all over your body, making you feel warm beneath your own skin before he chokes in a single breath of his. “pussy’s so greedy— you always know how to, f-fuck.”

hakari always does this thing whenever he came close — he’d suck his teeth, it sounded like he was irritated but it was quite attractive. his eyelids would lower, and it looked like he’d be rolling his eyes, preparing to swear but that wasn’t the case. he was just … embarrassed.

“shittt,” he huffs, and his muscles glisten and flex as he’s readjusting his hips—you’re in awe at his stamina, he never looks tired despite the tears of sweat gliding down both sides of his forehead. hakari’s length was so deep, your head goes back and you whine before the both of you ended up releasing at the exact same time.

his came more. you softly whined.

feeling such ropes of his cum flow into your folds, so much. hakari grunts, slowing his thrusts down but not fully.

“look at how messy y-you make me,” he curses under his breath, and you had him stuttering. you take a good glimpse at him, and his face was purely flushed. hakari’s still got a hand pressed down on your tummy as he’s pumping your cunt full of nothing but his load and he grows quiet. you hear it going inside and that’s where he lets off a grunt, feeling you try to move your hips against him. “girl, don’t be so eager. wait—”

“hakari, don’t s-stop.” you’d whine, locking your shaky legs back over his slim waist.

he breathes, panting and panting before he looks down at you with a coy grin. “brat. i wasn’t gonna,” and judging from his speech. you worn him out. he was out of breath, hearing the raspiness drip from his tone, he bites his lip. “but okay, let’s try another…another position though.”

“like what—?” you moaned, feeling him pull out, feeling the few remnants of his cum trickle out of your folds from his dick not being plugged into you into more.

hakari lifts you up with ease before you gasp at the certain positioning. he leans against your ear before murmuring out, “full nelson, baby.”

[p0ckykiss]

the sound of flowers blooming - lee heeseung

summary -> you are shooting a couple photoshoot with your co-star lee heeseung. but what happens when you're told to look into each other’s eyes, and you realize that you really wanted to kiss him, and not just pretend?

warnings -> female reader x heeseung, alternate universe - actors, feelings realization, first kiss, fluff

"come quick, y/n. we’re already late because of this meeting." 

minji, your manager, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you out the door and into the underground parking lot.

"you’re telling me to hurry just because you're impatient to see your boyfriend,” you groaned, dragging your feet towards the van parked in between two smaller cars. 

“i'm sure you're impatient too, your beloved heeseung is waiting there too,” minji playfully tapped your back, “he must be looking so pretty all dolled up for your photoshoot.”

you rolled your eyes, although some odd feeling lodged itself at the pit of your stomach when you thought about having to shoot a couple photoshoot with your co-star. you heard minji click on the car keys, and watched as she came to slide the door open for you. 

"beloved?" you scoffed, "i hate him." 

"hate?" minji repeated as she sat down in the driver seat and started the car, glancing in the rear view mirror to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "then why does your face light up everytime you see him? and why do you smile at him like he hung the stars one by one in the sky?” 

"that’s acting! if you film a romance drama with someone of course you have to look at them as if you’re in love with them in front of the cameras!” you replied in one breath. “i’m an actor, acting is what I do… what kind of bullshit are you spitting?” 

“hey, watch your mouth! i’m still your manager! i regret ever telling you to talk to me as if i was your friend, you've gotten way too comfortable.” 

✻

in the span of maybe 10 seconds, you found yourself sitting down in a chair, with hair and makeup stylists preparing you in a hurry.

"done. not surprising for our beautiful y/n, we don’t need much to make you look pretty,” said the hair stylist while looking at your reflection in the mirror. 

you shyly bowed your head and thanked her, which earned you a fond smile and a gentle pat on the head -while making sure not to mess up your hair, of course. as soon as she stepped away, you turned around in your chair to see if heeseung was here, but he was nowhere to be found. where the hell was he?

“y/n, come this way please.” 

a staff member clapped their hands together to get your attention and led you to the photoshoot set on the opposite side of the floor. 

as soon as you walked in, you were left speechless. in such a beautiful space, was an even more beautiful man waiting for you. like a flower among the flowers surrounding him, there heeseung was. his wavy blonde hair suited him perfectly, framing his delicate features with gold highlighting his cheeks and making him shine in a way that could rival the sun. when your eyes met, a smile bloomed on heeseung's face. wow, so beautiful- wait, get it together y/n.

“y/n, you came?”

his voice was also so sweet… you hated it. 

“yes, i’m here.” 

“they styled your hair really prettily,” he gently touched a strand of hair dropping on the side of your forehead, spreading goosebumps all over your exposed arms. his touch was so soft… you hated it. “it looks good on you.” heeseung smiled. that smile was about to ruin you. 

✻

“one last pose. y/n, please come a little bit closer. look into heeseung's eyes, as if you were about to kiss.”

your eyes opened wide in surprise upon hearing that, and you stopped in your motion. it was nothing new for you to be so close, especially when filming a romantic comedy, but somehow it felt different today. heeseung's lips formed that smirk he often had, the same smirk that made your heart flutter, and he touched your cheek to tilt his head so your eyes would meet. time stopped, as if it was only the two of you in the room. at that moment, you heard it, the sound of flowers blooming.

“okay, cut!” the photographer clapped. “everyone, you did well. thank you.”

you brushed heeseung's hand off and shot up. you hurriedly bowed and greeted the staff before running to the waiting room. 

it was hot. too hot. as soon as you bolted in, you grabbed a water bottle and chugged it before taking a deep breath. 

why… why the hell did you feel like you were suffocating whenever heeseung came close? you sat down with your head in your hands, pressing your cold palms on your eyelids.. you couldn't figure out what you were feeling. was it truly hatred?

you hated how heeseung's smile made your heart race. you also hated that heeseung had such pretty lips. you also hated how much you wanted to kiss heeseung. you wanted to believe that you truly hated him because if you hated heeseung, it would make everything so much easier. 

“what are you doing? why did you run away?” 

that damned voice. when you heard it, you weren’t sure you could hold yourself back any longer. 

you replied with your head still in your hands, not courageous enough to look into his eyes. “it was hot. i wanted to get changed quickly.” 

heeseung brought a warm hand to your shoulder. it felt like the contact was burning your skin through the layer of fabric separating you. “you’re still wearing the same shirt, though? do you want me to help you with that?” 

frustration rose within you. you pushed his hand away and stood up, looking at him with a dark gaze, “please, leave.” 

"but i don’t want to." heeseung tilted his head, showing that insufferable smirk once again. 

"heeseung, please leave." you pleaded, your voice sounding much weaker than you wanted it to.  

heeseung took one step closer, and your heart began to race against you will like it always does. it's like you're not master of your own body anymore.

"i said i didn’t want to. tell me. what’s going on?" 

you passed a hand through your hair, gripping a fistful of it and sighed. “i'm saying this because i don’t know what i’m capable of doing right now. so. please. leave.” 

a look of surprise briefly ghosted on his face before taking another step closer. it was getting dangerous. he was way too close, causing you to forget how to breathe again. 

“y/n… no way…,” his smile widened, “don’t tell me you really want to kiss me?” 

you couldn’t hold his intense gaze and looked down at the ground where nothing could draw you in and trap you. “can you please just leave me alone?” you mumbled, although you weren't sure it was what you wanted anymore. 

heeseung brought a hand to your chin and tilted your head up so you would look him in the eyes, knocking the air out of your lungs. “no. i don’t want to leave. i told you, i don’t want to. do whatever you want. i was waiting for you to.” 

your brain short-circuited at those last words. you couldn’t speak another word. was this real? was this a dream? did heeseung really say that? was he acting again? 

“will you just keep staring at me like that? or will you stop holding back and actually do what you've been craving since we first met?” heeseung asked. 

“ugh, will you shut up, lee heeseung?” 

you grabbed heeseung's shirt and pulled him in until your lips met before he could utter another word. finally, you really kissed him. it was even better than when filming the drama, because you didn't need to think about when to stop, when to close your eyes, or how to make it look good for the camera. without a care in the world, you kissed him because you wanted to. 

as heeseung's hand made it's way to your waist, you heard it once again… the sound of flowers blooming. 

[wicchyy]

—0.6 touch me the right way, baby ; james potter

sum: you’ve never been touched the right way, and James helps with that / bestfriend!James

warnings: (smut) fingering, oral (fem receiving), some light dirty talk

You’ve been sighing incessantly for the whole hour, annoying your best friend, and not in a good way. James had called you over to hang by his dorm while he finished cleaning himself up, quidditch practice ended early.

“Look, sweetheart, you either tell me what’s wrong or I’m kicking you out.”

You looked up at him with an annoyed pout, “You won’t.”

“I certainly will.”

Your head dropped to James’ pillow with a loud huff, body colliding with the softness of his comforter. “It’s nothing.”

“Sure is something if it’s got you huffin’ like a little child.”

As James gets ready, the corner of your eye watches carefully while he does the steps of his night routine thoroughly. He’s already wearing a light sweater, but his lower half is still covered with a towel. James puts on all his necessary skincare before he’s finally grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. This is where you look a way, just in time to only see the sliver of skin on his back before your eyes are darting to the ceiling.

“You wouldn’t understand, Jamie, really.”

“Try me, sweetheart. I’m your best friend, sure I’d understand you.”

“It’s just—“ you cut yourself off, sitting up so you could make eye contact with James. “Promise you won’t be weirded out?”

“Mhm. Course.” He replied. James flicked his wand one time, then his towel was gone and the sheets on his bed perfectly done after the mess you’ve caused by laying on it.

He took the rest of the space you’ve cleared for him and took a sat down. James stretches out his legs, each one in between your own.

“I haven’t been … how do I say it, satisfied? In a while.” The moment you uttered the words, a light blush spread all over James’ cheeks. “Oh, see! I knew you’d be weirded out by it.”

He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. Truthfully, he was quite speechless not because he was weirded out. But because he’s already imagined different dirty scenarios with you more than he’d like to admit.

“No! I’m not weirded out, sweetheart. Definitely not, just … surprised, I guess.”

“Ugh. It’s just— everytime I try to hookup with someone, I just can’t … y’know?”

James turns even redder. This time, it’s a bit because of the jealousy his mind automatically goes to when he hears your words. “Look, honey. Honestly I think it’s just the guys? You— you’re perfectly … perfect. Maybe you’ve just been picking the wrong guys to hook up with.”

“And who are the right guys?”

Me. James wants to say. Me. I could have you coming in so many different ways you wouldn’t question yourself ever again.

“I— I dunno.”

“You?”

What? Did you actually just say those words aloud? James and even yourself can’t even believe it right now. You’ve never been so bold like that, definitely never flirting him up with something like it. James thinks that his heart could stop right this moment.

“I— .”

“Could you make me come, Jamie?” The way you’re asking, with your innocent smile and your beautiful lips just voicing the words out already has James’ cock hardening.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Is that a hypothetical question?” He tries to clear the nervousness out of his voice.

You bite your lips carefully, reaching for James’ hand resting on the bed. You gripped it and bought it closer to you, hovering over your clothed cunt. “Definitely not.”

The way you’re sitting right now, it makes your position with James even closer. Especially as you pull his body towards you, which he’s reciprocating very obediently.

“Do whatever you want to me” You whisper.

In a second, James is launching himself at you. He’s careful not to hurt you with his weight but hes immediately taking your hand as he guides you to a position he’s eager to settle in.

James leans against the headboard of his bed, desperately bringing you up on his lap. You’re straddling him as he looks up at you with lustful eyes.

Christ, he thinks. He’s been waiting for this moment for such a long fucking time that it feels like a dream right now. He has you atop him, you wearing his red and golden quidditch jersey, nothing but a pair of thin white shorts, and undoubtly another pair of thin panties underneath.

“Sweetheart, are you sure about this? I don’t— don’t think we can just be best fucking friends again after this.”

You take his hand and slide it under your clothed cunt, the warmth making all the blood rising to James’ cheeks. “I know, Jamie. Just touch me, please. Need you.”

“Baby .. y’so perfect like this. Like my girl.” He replies, breath stuffy like he can’t handle it anymore.

“Mhm.” You whined. You unconsciously grind down on the James’ open palm, spreading your wetness over your panties. “Always been your girl. Jamie, please, please. Touch me the right way.”

Your begging makes him finally taking action. He lifts up your body slightly like it weighs nothing, ordering you to take off the thin shorts, which you do almost instantly.

“So fucking wet, already. D’you always think about me when you’re touching this pussy?”

Fuck. He hasn’t even touched you properly but it already has you feeling a high. James moves your panties aside and immediately slips inside a finger, the wetness providing easy access. Your whines fill the room, good thing Remus and Sirius aren’t going to be here for a while.

“Feels s’good Jamie.”

He smirks just slightly, using his thumb to rub at your clit in circles. “I always love when y’call me that. You’ve no idea how much I got myself off in the shower thinking of you calling me that, sweetheart.”

His thumb rubs harder, while your hands move upwards to drag the hem of James’ Jersey upwards. You lift it up to show him your tits, making the boy even more hungry for more. You can feel James’ cock prodding at your entrance and the feeling adds up to your pleasure.

“Jamie … feels good.”

“I know, baby. Lift that top up, let me see your pretty tits.” He takes you through it gently, but quickly at the same time.

One of your hand holds the top up to showcase your body to James, and you used the other to gently massage one of your tits.

“Keep those eyes on me.” He orders. You obey, keeping eye contact as James works you through your orgasm. It takes you a few more minutes, and then he’s prodding two more fingers inside your wet hole, thumb still working wonders on your clit.

James has you begging, begging for more, begging for release. You’re absolutely melting in his arms. He lets you come and you’re immediately spilling all over his lower half. He takes your panties and covers your cunt again, making the come spill over and ruin your white panties.

“Fuck, I love that sight.” James says roughly, clearly too turned on after seeing you come so easily with his fingers.

“Jamie … want more, please please.”

“Course, baby. Lay back, let me have a taste, yeah?” He says as he adjusts his glasses up the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his hair.

That’s how he has you whining and moaning, desperately begging for a release. First James takes your panties off, then he licks it clean, then he works you up using his fingers, and finally he uses his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. By the time he’s done, his glasses are fogged up from the heat of your hot cunt. And his hair is a just mess of curls as your fingers twist unrelentlessly at it.

He’s skillful with his tongue, teasing your clit and making sure to taste every inch of your cunt before he lets you come again.

After he has you coming again, this time dripping down to his clean sheets, James kisses your pussy lightly. “This is my new favourite thing, baby. Aside from your tits. Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love y’too, Jamie.”

That line alone has James coming in his boxers.

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[zzrai]

Wait…WHAT?!

Summary: Them Finding out that you’re related to the great sevens

Characters: Housewardens

Gender: Female

A/N: I have nothig to do so I came out..to write something to ease my boredom;srry if Idia and Malleus Is not included I got tired and so on enjoy the headcanons ^^

Riddle Rosehearts:

Queen of hearts - Daughter

When you first showed up at the NRC and got sorted to heartslabyul; he’s kinda suprise that you’re not making any trouble you actually follow all the rules.

That made him smile in relieve that one of the students obey the Queen of hearts rules.

He thinks you’re just a normal girl welp his wrong.

You two walk to the Main Street of the school and you looks at the Queen of hearts statue smiling; he smiles too and you look at him “you know you may or you may not believe me but I’m the daughter of Queen of Hearts” you say, smiling, and walks away like nothing happened.

After you walk away; his smile drop and processed what just happened and what did you just said about.

He’s really speechless I mean really really speechless after that day; you two became close and talks alot about your mother since then he’s glad that you’re the daughter of the Queen of hearts.

Leona Kingscholar:

Scar - Descendant

At first sight he thought you were normal and weak.

But when you get a fight with some boy at school; you beat the shit out of that person and made him unconscious.

That made him impressed and grins like a maniac

After finding out that you’re the descendant of scar; you two train together and beats some ass

You gain his trust and became your personal bodyguard

Kalim-Al Asim:

Jafar - Ancestor

Firstly when you sorted to Scarabia; he became gentle and hyper around you.

You don’t mind but you thought it’s kinda annoying and uncomfortable.

after telling him that Jafar was your ancestor; he couldn’t believe so that’s why you wanna beat him up and throw him in the trash

However, that didn’t happen but you two became close and you didn’t mind his hyperness you became comfortable with him.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Ursula - Descendant

At first, he doubted that something is wrong with you, because everytime a splash of water touches you; you panicked and ran to your room

So he sent Floyd and Jade to stalk you a bit after that; they reported to him,it turns out you are a mermaid.

A day after that you admitted to him that one of the great sevens is your descendant Ursula

he was speechless and grinned happily offering you a marriage contract

After that, you two swim together at the coral sea in his octo-form.

Vil Schoenheit:

Evil Queen - Descendant

Having you the only girl at NRC was a disaster; you get the attention of all boys because on how beautiful you are and that made you uncomfortable all those stares are traumatizing

Luckily Vil is there that time, when you showed up and glare at those who is staring

you two became close after that incident, he gotta admit you look really beautiful not beautiful as him of course

And when he finds out that you’re are the descendant of the evil Queen

He’s glad because he can get some skincare advices from you and listens to you talking about the Queen all day

You do his makeup for him,

making him beautiful everyday and he gets Rook to become your bodyguard when someone harass you

and you teach him some poison stuff

[hinasakuino]

Jean can fuck! I’m sorry this is for my extremely depraved girlies! And self indulgent because Jean brainrot occurs nonstop! NSFW below the cut.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, some dirty talk,mentions of nipple play, finger fucking, pussy eating, doggy, missionary.

I imagine he’s an attentive lover, he makes sure he’s kissed every inch of exposed skin before fully undressing you. He loves staring at you, even if you squirm under his gaze, jutting your hips in the air, clenching on nothing as you try to get him to touch you wordlessly. It strokes his ego big time when he’s got you speechless and whimpering for him. Which is why he always gives you what you want. He hates teasing you because he enjoys watching the way you give into pleasure. He’s very big into foreplay, loves kissing big time(!!!) Early into the relationship he’d feel just a little embarrassed everytime you guys made out, always shoving you away quickly to hide his raging hard on. You liked this, teasing him about it until he has you pinned and gasping, his hand wrapped around your throat as he kisses you, grinding into you so frantically you’re not sure which one of you might come first. He loves playing with your tits especially when you’re on top facing him. He loves getting you worked up like this, you’re so responsive to his touch, cradling his head and holding him closer as you grind down in his lap. Ohhhhh!! Mans also eats for his pleasure. He loves playing with your pussy with you in his lap but he goes crazy pleasing you the most with his mouth. You get so wet when he laps at your clit, his warm tongue curling around your bud sends tidal waves of pleasure through you, you’re quick to put your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging when he’s got you close. It works you up even more when you see him rutting into the mattress because he really gets off to you getting off.

Oh! And he talks you through it! So filthy with it too!

When he plays with your pussy with you spread in his lap, he likes to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spots, chuckling when you press more on his fingers. “Look at you dirty girl,” He’d say smirking when you shake your head no but your pussy throbs, squeezing onto him.

“Cmon I can feel you getting ready to cum for me,” He ruts against you, cock painfully hard as you moan loudly, grasping his bicep, your hips wiggling wildly.

“I can’t baby,”You warn, taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs wider, fingers pumping in and out and with his other hand rubbing your clit in quick precise circles.

“One more big one baby, come on do this for daddy,” he bites into your shoulder. It's harsh but that quickly is replaced by his tongue, hot and warm as he licks where he just bit. And it rips an orgasm through you. Sendings your eyes rolling with his name coming out in quick pants as you make a mess on him.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, I wanna see how dirty I can get you,” He huffs, breath hot as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.

He absolutely loves when you come on his dick. He likes having you doggy, back arched, arms restricted and pussy on full display. He doesn’t like to tie you up but he does like using his strength on you, placing your arms behind your back as he fucks you, or have you fuck back onto him. He loves it when you’re so cock drunk you let him use you, rolling your hips back and forth onto himself, groaning at the way your walls mold to his length.

When he cums, it’s a lot. I want to believe he’s a moaner, but I also imagine him as the type of guy who relishes in the feeling of his orgasm so he’s always mumbling incoherently, sweet words pouring from his mouth saying how good you make him feel. If you’re fucking in missionary, he cums quicker because he absolutely can’t tear his eyes away from your needy ones. He watches where you’re both joined, your pussy sucking him back in your fingers rub quick needy circles on your clit and it pushes him over the edge, grunting out a small “oh fuck, I’m cumming”, before spilling inside you.. At the start of the relationship he always made sure to pull out and would jerk off into his hand until one day you positioned yourself in front of him, doe-eyed and wanting. Mouth open and inviting and he cums almost instantly all over your face (it’s so much and he immediately feels bad), the image is burned into his brain and he stores it away in the spank bank whenever you two are apart.

He’s big on aftercare, will clean you up, and ask if you need anything before cuddling the absolute shit out of you. He’s not clingy but he loves the skin to skin contact, and the way you fit perfectly into him. He’s not a talker afterwards but neither are you, so you both either fall asleep after five minutes or he watches with you as you scroll through videos on your phone.

[loveysloveclub]

invisible - trevor zegras

previous part

in which, trevor deals with the consequences of telling lola how he felt too late.

trevor zegras had never felt more invisible in his life than he did right now. summer was coming to an end soon, and lola hughes had barely paid him an ounce of attention all summer. she had been too busy with her new found friend, mark estapa.

even though the boy had come to the lake house with luke, he had spent the entire summer taking up lola’s time.

whether they were sneaking off to sit on the dock alone together or making a mess in the kitchen baking cookies that they would later hide from everyone.

and none of her brothers seemed to care about this new blossoming romance between lola and one of their friends.

trevor had no idea why it bothered him so much. and he had never realised that not having lola always around would be something that would keep him up at night.

and he hadn’t been the only person to realise. which is why hayley was currently scolding him as she packed all her stuff up one week before she was meant to leave.

“i can’t believe you.” she huffed as she zipped up her suitcase. “i don’t even know why you’re mad at me.” trevor rebutted, throwing his hands out. the girl in front of him scoffed and crossed her arms.

“really? you don’t know why i’m mad? you brought me on this trip just to string me along the whole summer.”

“what do you mean?” trevor exclaimed.

“please, trevor. i’m not dumb. i see the way you look at her. the same girl you told me was just a friend, a sister even. the same girl who you told me just liked to follow you around. you told me i had nothing to worry about.”

“who? lola?” trevor’s face dropped and his eyebrows creased in confusion. “who else?” hayley scoffed, picking her suitcase up so it would stand upright.

“i don’t know what you think you saw-“

“no, trevor! it’s obvious you’re in love with her and i stand no chance against her. everytime you mention the lake house, she’s all you talk about. god, i’m so stupid.” hayley scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked at him expectantly.

trevor stood their speechless. he was usually good at lying, but even he couldn’t muster up the lie to tell the girl in front of him that he wasn’t in love with the girl that had made him feel invisible all summer.

“see, you can’t even try and deny it! not to mention the fact that she clearly loves you back-“

“what?”

“god, even you can’t be that stupid trevor. that girl looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars.” hayley wrapped up her argument, turning around and beginning to drag her suitcase towards the door of the room they had been sharing all summer. “my ubers here, call me when you get your shit together.”

trevor couldn’t even muster up a goodbye as he stood deep in his thoughts. he replayed every single interaction between him and the hughes girl. cursing himself for missing the signs, each stuttered word and every blushed cheek.

the clearing of a throat snapped him out of his trance as he looked towards the door to see two of his best friends, alex and cole, standing there.

“how much of that did you hear?” he asked nervously. “enough to know that you are so fucked, my guy.” alex responded, a shit eating grin on his face before both boys turned and left him to his own thoughts once more.

nearing the end of each summer, the hughes brothers always threw an end of summer party. usually, lola was either banished to her bedroom or forced to go home early. but things were different this year, and she was allowed to participate.

quinn had given the order to everyone to keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t get approached by any creepy men or get too drunk. cause everyone knew, the only person dealing with a drunk lola would be quinn.

but lola didn’t care as she spent the majority of the night clinging onto mark’s arm as they participated in drinking games or danced together or sat in a corner and laughed amongst themselves.

trevor doesn’t think he’s moved all night. he had turned down any invitation to play beer pong with his friends or dance with a hot girl as he watched lola from across the room.

“when my brother said keep an eye on lola, i don’t think he meant all night.” jack laughed as he approached the boy, stumbling over his feet due to his drunkenness. he wasn’t allowed to drink during the season, so he always made it his mission to be the drunkest in the room when he was allowed to drink.

trevor briefly took his eyes off lola to pour himself another shot and quickly down it. jacks drunken smile faded at the sight of his friend, who seemed to be getting drunk quicker than anybody in the room. “you good bro? i know you and hayley broke up-“

“it’s not that.” trevor was quick to interfere with the boys conspiring. jack opened his mouth to question the boy, but couldn’t get a word in before trevor was talking again. “why don’t you care that mark and lola are dating?”

“because she got quinn to have a go at me for meddling in her relationships. and she’s happy, not much to care about. plus, i think they’re just friends who like to flirt.” jack shrugged, pouring himself another drink.

the subtle comment on how she was happy with mark was like a punch to the gut. one that could apparently only be healed by two more shots of random hard liquor that was lying on the bench untouched. jack eyed trevor carefully before shrugging and patting his friend on the back, “i’d invite you to play beer pong but you’re just gonna say no and continue stalking my sister all night. don’t ruin tonight for her, z. cause at the rate she’s going, i don’t think quinn’s ever letting her drink again.”

trevor didn’t even watch jack go as his eyes locked on lola once more. her and mark were awfully close as she stood on her tippy toes to whisper something in his ear. mark laughed at whatever she had said before shaking his head.

trevor, tired of taking shots, turned his back against the happy couple to mix something up for himself. however, his drink was quickly forgotten when he turned back around and saw lola and mark making out.

he was lucky that his drink was in a plastic cup because he was sure it would have shattered if it were glass by the way he slammed it on the table. he knew jack had one simple request of him to not ruin his sisters night, but his drunken state made it impossible to resist the urge.

so, the hockey player sauntered across the room. upon reaching the two, he grabbed lola and dragged her outside.

outside was empty, but he couldn’t risk anyone hearing what he was about to say so he took her all the way down onto the lawn. lola tried everything to get the boy to stop, digging her heels into the ground or trying to yank her arm away, but it was no use.

“trevor!” she finally yelled, the loudness of her voice startling the boy as he dropped her arm and moved to stand in her way so she couldn’t turn and leave.

“dude, what the fuck are you doing?” she exclaimed. “dude? really?” he shot back.

lola was left speechless as she looked up at the angry boy. she had no idea why he was angry, but she didn’t allow herself to care as she scoffed and tried to move passed him. “i’m going back to mark.”

“i can’t let you do that.” he moved back in front of her, blocking her way inside.

“why not?” lola yelled at the boy, shoving him slightly to get him to move, but it was no use. “cause you can’t be with him.”

“you don’t get to decide that. you’re not my keeper and you’re sure as hell not my brother.” she was at a loss for words by the sheer audacity the boy held. he didn’t get to decide what she could and couldn’t do. “am i not allowed to be happy?”

“no, you’re not allowed to be happy. not with him.” trevor knew he wasn’t making any sense, he just hoped she would catch up to what he was trying to say. but by the way her cheeks flared with anger, he knew she wasn’t. “what’s wrong with mark?”

“he’s not me.”

silence consumed the two as lola looked up at the boy, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “no.” she shook her head.

“don’t be with him.”

“no, no, trevor you’re being mean.” lola shook her head, looking everywhere but trevor as tears clouded her vision. he moved forward to cup her face, but the girl pushed him off her. “you don’t get to do this. not now. not after i’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

“lola.” trevor began, but she shook her head to cut him off. “lola, please. please, look at me.” his hands found their way to cup her cheeks again, and he was prepared for her to shove him off her once more when her own hands travelled up to hold his wrists. but she didn’t, she kept her hands there as she looked up at him.

“i’m sorry i didn’t realise it before. but i know it now. i love you lola, i always have.”

lola couldn’t believe it. he was actually saying the words, putting out the feelings she has felt towards him since she was 15.

“you don’t mean that. you’re drunk, and you’ll wake up tomorrow and realise you’ve made the mistake of telling me you love me. and i don’t know why you’re tormenting me like this trevor, but i can’t keep doing this.”

trevor shook his head. he didn’t know what else he could say to make her believe that he was telling the truth. “please.” he whispered.

“i don’t believe you.” she said once more, finally pushing his hands away.

she turned to leave, and trevor realised his window was closing. grabbing her once more by the wrist, he spun her into his chest before smashing his lips onto hers.

lola stilled for a moment before melting into the kiss. she grabbed the back of his head, subconsciously fiddling with the end of his hair.

she didn’t even dwell on the fact that he might wake up tomorrow morning and pretend this never happened, that he might think of it all as a mistake. she had waited years for this moment, and she’d be damned if she was the one to stop it.

trevor finally broke away. lola waited a moment before opening her eyes, only to find trevor already looking at her. his thumbs wiped the tears from under her eyes, the touch soothing and sobering. “i promise i mean it. and i will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

“you’re not gonna get sick of me? and dump me like hayley?”

“hayley dumped me.” trevor revealed, rolling his eyes playfully at the shocked expression that coated lola’s face. “she knew that she wasn’t the one i was in love with. and as for your question, i could never get sick of you.”

lola smiled shyly at the boy, nodding her head. “we should go back inside.”

“five more minutes.” trevor smiled childishly before lowering his lips back onto hers. smiling into the kiss, lola allowed herself to get lost in the world that was trevor zegras.

“what the fuck is going on here?” the sudden voice of quinn caused the two to snap apart, moving to stand away from each other. lola looked up at her eldest brother, who wasn’t even looking at her but rather glaring at trevor.

quinn moved in the boys direction, which caused lola to move in between the two. “move, lolly.”

“no.” she shot back. quinn tried to hide the surprise that coated his features. sure, she said no to luke and jack all the time, but never him. “quinn, please.”

the girl looked up at her older brother, who studied her face before nodding and turning back to the zegras boy.

“you hurt her, you insult her, you even forget to make her breakfast one morning, i will kill you.” trevor nodded his head nervously.

lola smiled up at her older brother, who rolled his eyes at her excitement, before wrapping his arms around his neck in a hug. quinn returned the hug, but his glare never left the zegras boy who stood there awkwardly.

“now, let’s go. you’ve got some explaining to do.” quinn told lolly, guiding her back inside.

lola looked over her shoulder, waving shyly at the boy who stood back as she was all but dragged back into the lake house.

[damiansgoodgirll]

hi could you please write thigh riding with Jude something spicy...

i’m not the best making these lol

jude bellingham x reader

tw : smut

thigh riding

“come here baby…” jude said indicating his lap.

he was only wearing a black t-shirt and his boxers, claiming it was too hot to wear something else. you were both sitting on the couch watching a movie but you couldn’t help staring at his big thighs.

jude noticed it immediately but pretended and acted all normal as he kept watching the movie but he couldn’t stop the naughty thoughts filling his mind and he knew he had to do something about it. he knew what you wanted from simply looking at you clenching your thighs everytime his hands came in contact with your skin.

“come here beautiful…” he smiled when he noticed you got all shy and flustered.

once you were fully positioned on his thigh, he thought it was fun teasing you. his hands slowly lifted your t-shirt up and removed your bra, his lips immediately touched your nipples, making them go hard.

you left a soft moan but you wanted, no, needed more.

you started grinding your hips down on his thigh but he stopped you.

“not so fast love…” he whispered in your ear.

his hands helped you lifting your hips up and worked to remove your pants and underwear. red cheeks filled your face when you saw jude noticing the wet spot left on your panties.

“is this for me?” he teased you and you nodded “i thought so…”

his thumb slowly circled your clit and that simple action made you throw back your head and grind your hips harder on his thigh.

“go on baby, make your self cum…” he said biting your nipple and fully taking it in his mouth.

you started moving on his thigh, his lips still attached to your breast and his hands randomly moving over your body, touching your back, your neck and occasionally slapping your ass.

jude wanted to see you completely wrecked and so hands moved to your hips as he started guiding you faster.

his slow movements and his rigid thigh were enough to make you lose your mind and you never felt so embarrassed for coming so fast. you released all over his thigh and you swore you felt jude’s hard dick close to your own thigh.

“oh what a mess baby…” he teased you once again “who’s gonna clean all of this? uh?” he asked you and you were completely speechless “perhaps i have another way…” you didn’t have time to process what he was saying that he threw you on the sofa as his body was over yours.

“jude… i can’t take it” you lied “i’m too sensitive”

“oh no no. you’re taking everything i give you princess…” he said as he lowered his head only a few inches away from your pussy “prepare yourself because you’re not leaving this couch until you’re all wrecked” he said smirking.

you weren’t mentally prepared for what was coming but you knew you wanted this and you couldn’t wait to see what jude had in mind for you.

[paranoiddreams]

Sukuna the secret softie (HC)

Sukuna is the king of curses, and a merciless king. So when he starts to fall in love, he feels terrified, which in turn makes him even more terrified.

Heian era!Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings! - the slightest big suggestive lolz, fluff that makes my heart bleed :), Sukuna is emotionally constipated :P, kinda short :/

A/n! - This is my first time posting for jjk so pls be nice lol. I haven’t finished the anime/manga so this might be a lil ooc, but who cares😗. Anyways, I’m going crazy I need him :333!!!1!11!

- He’s secretly such a softie

- He is clingy, and touch starved, and probably doesn’t often have feelings for women past lust.

- But then he meets y/n and everything changes in an instant

- He easily makes her blush, and go silent, and yet he’ll feel his cursed heart twitch a little everytime :3

- Laughs a lot, because he’s actually a humorous guy!! Even if some, or most, people don’t find his humor…humor.

- And have you heard his laugh omfg it makes me wanna cu—

- Will make y/n shy on purpose, but is just as easily flustered by her.

- He doesn’t blush (he’s dead, therefore no blood flow for big papa) but he does have telltale signs that he’s a big flustered mess

- If he’s in his true form (yk with the four arms n shit) he’ll unconscious wrap the lower set around his waist and turn away with an ‘angry’ expression

- In reality, y/n probably just smiled at him, or said his hair looked cute that day, and he was in shambles.

- At first, Sukuna denies denies denies his feelings for y/n

- But then when she starts coming around more, and he starts learning more about her personality, it gets harder and harder to just pretend away his awfully human-like feelings

- It made him feel stupid

- And that’s what he told y/n when he confessed during a heated moment of panic

- They were in the village, looking around the farmers market for fresh food. Of course, since he’s da king🙌🏼👑, they give him, and the lady by his side, everything for free.

- But Sukuna being Sukuna, he didn’t want to be perceived as broke in front of his GIRL

- EVEN IF HE DENIES THAT SHES HIS GIRL OUT OF FEAR!

- So he turned to pay for everything with an extra tip (just for y/n bc she’s watching), but when he turned back she wasn’t there anymore

- The crowd swelled, and the King of Curses was hit with the realization that she could’ve been swept up into the bustling weekend rush, or an enemy from far lands has come to take the only person he’s ever been close with after death.

- He demanded that everyone halt with a deep, commanding voice, and of course they did as he said.

- He could hear a pin drop, it was so quiet.

- But then, he saw y/n and her adorable doe eyes looking up at him with confusion.

- When everyone went back to normal he was rendered speechless. If this was anyone else, he would’ve killed them.

- But when she whispers a little:

- “You okay, Kuna?”

- All of his fear and anger melts away.

- “No because I care for you, and it’s terrifying.”

- He doesn’t even know why he said that, so suddenly too, but that fear of losing y/n was paralyzing—even if it was just for a second.

- But by the end of the day, Sukuna was glad he admitted it, because it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

- From that moment on he and y/n were, if it was even possible, even more inseparable.

- It was safe to say that that was the day y/n because Sukuna’s official Queen, and he her king<3

DISCLAIMER!! I do not own any characters from the Anime/Manga Jujutsu Kaisen. This is purely written for entertainment purposes.

[despairots]

what if you were there to save shigaraki instead?

self harm (shiggys scratches), reader has a cancelling quirk that only activates if they touch them, gn! reader. reader is the same age as shigaraki when he was a kid.

a normal day with your parents, smiles on their face when they watch you hop from one place to another, your tiny little feet’s fitting perfectly into the cement rectangles.

you giggled, turning to your parents with a smile before turning back and accidentally bumping into another kid. you pouted and whine, rubbing your head as you peered up to see the person you bumped into.

what you didn’t expect was scary red eyes looking directly into yours, “… are you okay?” he asks quietly, almost expecting you to cry and run away from him. a smile appeared on your face, grasping onto his hands as stars danced in your eyes.

“your eyes are so pretty! it reminds me of rubies, i love rubies! what’s your name?”

he was not expecting such a happy reaction.

but he found comfort in it, his fingers curled around your hands not knowing if you would decay right in front of him, but you didn’t. you noticed his eyes looking down at your intertwined fingers, “i have a cancelling quirk! i don’t find it that useful really but erasurehead really inspires me into being a hero!”

he’s speechless, watching you as the lights in his eyes return. he continues to listen to you talk, body jerking everytime you get a bit too excited on a subject you like but he doesn’t let go, actually, he craves more from your touch, smooth skin making contact with his rough ones.

“oh! i’m talking too much. i’m [name] [lastname]! what about you—“

you get cut off when your parents pull you away from your newfound friend, he could hear your parents scolding you as you respond with a small shout of protest.

“no! i’m not leaving my new friend!”

you push past your parents to hold his hands and pull him towards you, “this my new bestfriend! if you wanna bring me back home, you’ll have to bring him too!” his heart flutters by your words, his eyes were only pinned onto your determined look before tears started to stream down his face.

“ah! did i do something wrong? why are you crying?”

his free hand goes up to wipe the tears but more kept coming, your parents kneeled down and placed their hands on his shoulders, concern on their face as shigaraki’s tears kept coming.

“my name’s.. tenko shimura.”

[batfam-nalu-onepiece]

Jason: Hey, do you think 5 guys has designated genders that people have to assume during their shift?

Duke: I’m sorry………what? Why would they need designated genders?

Jason: Well the name of the restaurant is “five guys” right? Well I can guarantee that at least one asshole went into the place, counted the workers and said “Ha! I caught you ref handed! I count 7 guys working here!”

Jason: Now in order to counter this they could just say “you’re assuming genders. Everyone raise your hand if you identify as a guy” and only 5 of them would raise their hand. Now this would HAVE to be planned out because if 1 more or 1 less person raise their hand, their fucked. They could be sued and ran out of business

Jason: So everytime when the workers come in, 5 of them are the designated “guys” while the other identify as a women, non-binary etc. thus avoiding a lawsuit

Duke:*speechless*

Jason: you want to try it don’t you

Duke: So badly. Let’s go

[effy-writes]

If you don't mind, could you write headcanons for blitzø with a platonic gn reader where they were just out doing something and then someone mistakes them as a couple? Please and thank you!!!!

ofc!!

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Platonic: Blitz x GN! Reader: Mistaking You Guys As A Couple HC’s

(GN reader but it can be afab or amab (m preg))

• you guys are so touch starved that when yall are in public people would mistake you as a couple because you guys are ALWAYS touching each other. whether it’s hand holding, hugging, pushing each other, etc. so obviously people are gonna mistake you guys as a couple

• the first time somebody mistaken you guys as a couple was when you two went to get some ice cream and the worker said, “how long have you guys been dating?” you laughed while blitz was explaining himself and quickly denied, “oh no, they’re like my sibling.”

• now with this, you guys are always pranking people. you two would go to a crowded area and hold hands and say, “you’re the best sibling ever” and then proceed to “make out” (as in stage kissing) and watch as everyone looked at you with disgusted looks

• another incident was blitz took you out to eat for your birthday at a fancy restaurant. the waiter gave blitz the check and said, “treat your partner good,” and he quickly said, “no im keeping them hostage and giving them a nice treat for being such a good captive.” the waiter had a horrified look as he stared at you. “don’t worry, blitz is the greatest kidnapper” and then blitz would reply, “don’t worry about them, they got stockholm syndrome”

• so basically, everytime somebody mistakes you as a couple, you two would pull pranks like that.

• but this time was different. you two were holding hands and laughed about stupid shit when a photographer got yalls attention. the photographer said, “you two are the cutest couple in Hell, can i take a picture of you guys for my blog? like you two kissing?”

• you and blitz exchanged glances, trying to figure out a prank to do but couldn’t. blitz then thought of the greatest idea ever. “actually i’m taking them to get an abortion because they’re my side piece and can’t let my wife know.”

• you were so shocked you couldn’t even think of anything. both you and the photographer was speechless. the photographer quickly left, making blitz laugh his ass out loud. “oh come on, that was a good one.” “i got an idea, go to the abortion clinic and i say i got you pregnant.” “oh FUCK yes.”

[justmochi]

action

pairing :: mira x wonwoo ft mingyu, sua, and yoohyeon

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: wonwoo shows mira his rehearsal video for his stunt scene

time :: april, 2024

warnings :: spice, angst if you squint. mira is shrimping

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Mira just got back from the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to her boyfriend and tucking her legs underneath herself. “You can press play.” They both shared a nod of approval before resuming their romance movie.

The movie was calming down from its climax, prompting her to rest her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He takes in a sharp breath, causing Mira to retreat from him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, keeping her distance.

He presses his fingers into his shoulder, shutting his eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, I’ve just been exerting some muscles I don’t usually use at the stunt academy.”

“Stunt academy?” Her eyes widen, her mind going directly to the worst-case scenario.

“Yeah, I learned some martial art moves for—”

“Martial arts?” She sits up straight, placing her hand on his knee.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He cups her cheek with his palm. “I have to film an action scene for our music video, so I learned from the professionals.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”

She was not expecting a twenty second video to bother her this much.

[faithinthekindness9194]

Mine. (Dadrry/Harry x Y/N)

A/N: this is based of Taylor’s Mine. I’ve not really wrote one shots so sorry if it’s not great. However, if anyone wants a request I’m open to do them. Any member of One Direction I don’t mind. Fluff, angst, smut let me know :)

Warnings: fluff, angst, slight bad language (I think that’s it)

Summary: Y/N didn’t have a great upbringing or a great love life till she met Harry. With ups and downs but she can’t help but think of everything that’s happened for her to be able to see Harry play with their children.

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Y/n sat on the sofa watching her husband play with their 2 children. Sophia and Aria. She couldn’t believe after everything she’s been through in her life that this is where she’s ended up. She lent back against the sofa thinking of all the memories, good and bad she’s had throughout this relationship.

Harry Styles was one of the most popular guys in college. Nothing bothered him and he had no interest in finding love. He had bills to pay and work to finish yet he still ended up hanging round with the popular kids. Y/n was a straight A student with parents who couldn’t care less about her and someone neither of them thought would look at each other.

One afternoon y/n parents decided to take a trip to the diner not far from the college campus. To y/n’s surprise the one and only Harry Styles was working waiting tables. They locked eyes with each other before shying away. This was the day y/n made a vow to dive into Harry’s past and help him in anyway she could.

Y/n made regular trips back to the diner. Usually on a Saturday afternoon when she knew Harry was working. He often looked at her but never knew how to approach her until one day he did.

“Hi” Harry muttered quietly. Y/n looked up at the curly haired boy, speechless at the fact that he’d spoken to her.

“Hi.” Y/n signalled for Harry to sit and to her surprise he did. Both of them sat nervously, unsure on what to say. After about 10 minutes, y/n finally got the courage to ask Harry why he was there. She found out that his parents had abandoned him when they discovered he was going to college rather than following in the family business. Leaving him to work out things for himself. That was the day that they both decided to pack up and leave the small town after college.

Y/n sat back and smiled at the memory. Remembering that at the time she was a big flight risk with fear of falling but Harry would be there to catch her everytime. They made things work though, falling further in love than they ever imagined they could. Harry promised that they would never make y/n’s parent mistakes and they didn’t.

She looked down to see Harry pretending to be dead, their daughters having just won some sort of game. The girls jumped up and down in victory. As she looked away, smiling she caught Harry tilt his head, winking directly at her.

Y/n remembered that it wasn’t all plain sailing for the couple. One big fight could have broken them both.

It was 2:30am and Harry had been out partying. He told y/n he’d be back by midnight. He still hadn’t come home causing y/n to worry. Harry wasn’t answering his calls or messages which worried y/n further. She didn’t want Harry to go having seen the Implications that come with drink and partying from her father. She was a natural worrier after constantly waiting for her father and sometimes mother to come home and when he or they did the beatings were worse. She didn’t want that again, she couldn’t. Around 10 minutes later Harry staggered through the door being extremely loud.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Y/n questioned, arms folded across her chest. Harry looked up with a beaming smile on his face, smelling strongly of vodka.

“I’ve been partyinggggg!” Harry shouted. Y/n wanted to scream, Harry didn’t seem to care about the fact y/n had been sat up waiting for him to come home, 2 hours and a half trying to phone him just to make sure he’s ok.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Y/n questioned further. She wasn’t going to let this drop. Harry held his arm up in front of his face, squinting at his watch to try and see the time.

“2:40am. Why?” Harry looked at y/n confused as to why anger was plastered all over her face. Harry stepped forward, reaching his hand out to touch her cheek. “Bunny?”

Y/n stepped back, swatting his hand away from him. “Have you any idea how long I’ve sat up trying to ring you? Just to make sure you were okay? You told me you would be back at midnight. I expected you to be half an hour late, god, even 45 minutes but two and a half hours Harry. Are you for real?” Y/n paused before she seriously blew her lid. She breathed harshly, sighing before continuing. “Then you come in here loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood, not giving a single shit about whether I’d be asleep or what. You said to me that we’d never become like our parents and look at you. You couldn’t care less.”

Harry was shocked, not once since they met had y/n flipped out about anything. She was the most kind hearted and wonderful person Harry had ever met.

“I went to a party y/n. You’re being totally irrational and unreasonable. Are you fucking serious?” Harry ran his hand through his now tangled curls, hurt and guilt crushing his heart.

“Yes. I’m being fucking serious.” Was all y/n said before storming past Harry and out the door.

The memory caused y/n to well up. Tears formed in her eyes threatening to fall. Then she simply remembered the words Harry said once he followed her out the door.

“Y/n!” Harry shouted after his girlfriend, his walk becoming a jog to catch up with her. Harry’s hand reached her shoulder, spinning her around to face him. Her face was red, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Bunny, I’m sorry. I told you that I would never leave you and I vow to stick to that. I promise more than anything in the world to keep you safe.” Harry paused, thinking back to their first date after they moved away from their awful hometown. “I still remember our first date. The one we had when we first moved. Sitting down on the river bank, the trees blowing in the summer breeze. Everytime I look at you it’s like going back to the first time I really fell in love with you and that was it. You sitting by the river, the sunlight going down yet somehow still making your face glow. I told you then that I fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter and that you were mine. I meant that bunny. Forever.” Harry breath was harsh, his lungs begging for air. His heart clenched at the thought of loosing her.

And he didn’t. The tears streamed down y/n’s face as she continued to look at the scene in front of her. Harry caught sight of y/n crying out the corner of his eye. Without second thought he pulled himself up off the floor and sat beside y/n.

“Hey, what’s this? Why are we crying bunny?” Harry pulled y/n onto his lap, her head falling into the crook of his neck.

“I was just thinking about us, how it all began, how we could have lost each other over that stupid fight we had.” Y/n kissed Harry’s neck before lifting her head. She smiled at him before turning to see their children laughing at each other.

“Do you believe it y/n? We’ve made it baby!”

And y/n could. She could see it now.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

how bouttttt 49 and 56 with Lesso??? but like sub lesso......

maybe they're colleagues who tries to one up another everytime, playful banter and all then suddenly yeh the prompt idk up to youuuuu thank uuu

Hey anon! Sorry totally skipped out on the sub!Lesso thing— I had a stream of thought going and yea… But I did the prompts!! Hope you Enjoy 💞💋

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#49. “You look so good when you beg...”

#56. “Beg me. Go on…”

Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, teasing, pet names, flustering, begging, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Had enough yet, L/N…?” Lesso taunted coyly as you went back for a second helping at dinner.

“I’m keeping myself healthy, Lesso…” you quipped back, “You can’t talk with the three peas you ate tonight.”

Lesso huffed and rolled her eyes. She took up her things and left.

“Whatever, L/N…” the redhead purred, before exiting the dining hall.

You smirked as the woman left, now finally having peace to finish your meal. After dinner, you went back to your office to finish your grading. You and Lesso each had a group of the first years this year. And you had just finished all of their grading for the weekend. So you went to go find Lesso to brag about it to her.

You knocked at her office door and entered. You found the redhead, hunched over and working diligently.

“Oh Lesso…” you hummed.

At your voice, the dean looked up immediately. She smirked at the confirmation that it was you. But she didn’t put her pen or work down.

“What is it, L/N…?” She said, really stressing your last name like always.

“Guess who finished all the first years grading…?” You quipped with the biggest grin on your face.

Lesso rolled her eyes but she was also smiling. She put her pen down and clasped her hands.

“Not you…” you reminded the redhead with a coy smile, coming over to her desk and planting your hands on the edge of the desk.

“How many papers do you have left, hmmmm Lesso…?” You teased the woman, “Want my help…?”

Her eyes twinkled with fury and amusement as you stuck your face eight in front of Lesso’s. She pursed her lips and stared you down. Her eyes flickered down to your lips and back up to your gaze.

“Beg me.” She stated.

Your eyes widened in shock and your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed.

She placed her head on her clasped hands, titling her head in amusement and not holding back from staring you down.

“Beg me to let you help me.” She repeated with the evilest little smirk, “Go on, L/N…”

Your mouth went dry and you stammered. You backed away a little from the desk, stunned.

“I… please…” you stammered, your face going red.

The redhead stood up and put her hands in her pockets.

“Oh come now, L/N… You can do better than that…” Lesso teased you coyly.

This only made you even more red in the face. You fidgeted with your hands and looked to the ground. The woman’s tone had shifted completely… It made you all tingly inside…

“Please Lesso… Let me help… Want to help…” you stammered.

The woman walked around her desk and up to you.

“Look at me.” She comanded.

You immediately followed her instruction, meeting the redheads gaze. Her eyes were dark and intense. She then reached forward and grabbed your tie. She tugged it down in one fell swoop, bringing you to your knees. You looked up at the woman, speechless and on your knees.

“Again.”

You gulped and went red.

“P-please Lesso… Please let me help you… please…” you whimpered.

She tilted her head and smirked.

“You look so good when you beg...” Lesso wickedly cooed.

Your mouth went dry and your eyes widened.

“So… What do you actually want to help with, Y/N…?” Lesso teased.

God your name sounded sinful on her tongue…

“I… you” you whimpered.

The redhead grinned wickedly in response.

“Good.” She hummed, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing it up to her gaze and inspecting you thoroughly.

“You’re such a pretty thing…” Lesso mused aloud, “I’ll have to make sure not to break you… Because we’re going to have lots of fun together…” she hummed.

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