#then he grabbed my arm. waited a second. and kissed me

[kurooh]

thinking about cuddlefucking.. 18+ mdni!

the second you wake up and start to stretch, you feel a thick bulge pressing into your backside. the fabric of your panties and his boxers is so thin you can practically feel the entire shape of his cock against you.

“baby,” you whisper, grinding your ass against his cock, “it’s time to wake up now.” he stirs behind you, unconsciously pressing his hips closer to you. you snake a hand behind you and between your two bodies, and squeeze his cock gently through his boxers.

a moan leaves his lips as he thrusts towards you, and he finally comes to with a dazed look on his face. “babygirl,” he admits, “i don’t wanna do all the work. i just got up.”

you silence him with a kiss and slip your panties off, kicking them off the bed. your thighs spread open to reveal your hole, already waiting for him. with a quiet grunt, he grabs his cock and angles it just right, then pushes inside you. a slight burn accompanies the fullness his cock gives you, and you moan aloud together once he bottoms out.

“kiss me,” you whisper, hiking up your shirt and tilting your head to connect his lips with yours. he adjusts himself, pressing his chest to your back, his left arm resting on your side as he grabs at your exposed tits.

“god, your tits are fuckin’ perfect,” he sighs, parting your kiss for a moment. “you look amazing like this.”

he starts to thrust in and out of you, each snap of his hips stealing your breath away. you mewl weakly, searching for his lips while your hand captures his and squeezes it once it lands on your tits. he rolls your hardened nipple between his fingertips, and you moan loudly. the pace is lazy yet oh so fulfilling — starting your day off by being filled up is his favorite.

“you’re my pretty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, his abs flexing against your bare back as he fucks you steadily. “rub your clit and cum with me, ‘kay baby?”

☆ SUNA, OSAMU, KUROO, daichi, kenma, KITA, BOKUTO, IWAIZUMI + your fav !

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Jenni's Version): Future II

Grace Clinton x Reader

Alexia Putellas x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Your children meet Alexia

"Mama!" Jaume complains," Leave my hair alone!"

Alexia stifles her laugh as Olga continues to rake her fingers through Jaume's hair. It had been a long fight between them about the length for years now.

Jaume liked it a bit longer while Olga preferred it to be clipped a bit shorter so it would stop falling into his eyes when he walked.

"I'm just making it neat."

"It's fine!"

Alexia sighs. "Can we go in now? The others are waiting."

It's a monthly tradition to meet up at Alexia's Mama's house with the rest of the extended family. This argument happened every time they pulled up.

Olga frowns at Jaume as he forces his hair back to how it was before, shaking her head. "Fine."

Alexia lets them all into the house, already knowing the party had migrated to the garden with the barbeque set up and beers already opened.

"Say hello to your Abuela first, Jaume," Alexia calls after him as her son rushes off to grab food," And tell her you love her!"

Jaume gives no indication that he hears her and he doesn't need to be reminded.

"He better be polite to his cousins," Alexia grumbles as Jaume makes a quick pitstop with Eli before hurrying to load up his plate.

"He will be. You know him."

Jaume's sweet really. A big softie but after playing a big match yesterday and sleeping most of the day away, it was stupid to get between him and food.

Alexia shakes her head fondly at her son before surveying the group. Her aunts and uncles and cousins are all there with their own kids. Alba's holding a baby that Alexia doesn't quite recognise.

There's a little boy running around as well that she doesn't recognise either and that's when Alexia spots you.

It's been years but Alexia would recognise you anywhere.

The last time she'd seen you, you were nearly seventeen, doing your last performance with your ballet company in Spain that Alexia had to secretly buy tickets to see.

You'd gone to England then for a year or two and last Alexia heard you were dancing in France.

You fondly look down at the little boy as he crashes into you, sweeping his messy hair out of his eyes before sending him on his way.

Alba passes the baby to you and you hold her so comfortably that she must be yours.

You have children...and Alexia didn't know at all.

"Ale?"

"I'm fine," She tells Olga, sucking in a deep breath and painting on a smile," I'm fine."

But she's not fine and she's even more not fine when an arm pulls you closer by your waist and you back easily into the body of Grace Clinton.

Grace Clinton who plays for Lyon in France and who Alexia knows there is only one reason for why she would be in Spain now.

She's your wife.

You have matching wedding bands and the boy looks up adoringly at her.

You have children with a woman who is at least a decade older than you...

You look happy though, smiling up at her sweetly as she pulls faces at the baby.

"Alexia!" Eli's voice snaps Alexia out of her daze. "You send your son to see me but can't even greet your old mother?"

"You're not that old, Mama," Alexia says, kissing Eli's cheeks," You look good for your age."

"The comfort of good food and family," Eli replies," Come, sit, eat. There is more than enough to go around. Knowing your uncle, I will be sending everyone home with seconds!"

Alexia sits, talks and laughs but her eyes keep travelling back to you and your little family.

You're on the other side of the garden, with your baby and your wife and one of Alexia's cousins fawning over her.

"Bisabuela!" The little boy appears suddenly and Alexia jolts. He looks like you but he's got Clinton's mannerisms even though there's a big train on his shirt.

"Ah, James!" Eli says," What can I do for you?"

"Mami has lost Livy's bag again!" He tells her," Do you know where it is?"

"I will take it," Eli says," I am overdue Olivia cuddles. Sit, eat some food, James."

The boy - James - climbs up onto Eli's now abandoned seat and tucks into some brisket. He devours it in a way that only a growing boy can.

"Are you related to my Mami?" He asks suddenly and his eyes are on Alexia's.

She winces. "Yes. I am."

"You look like her like how Alba does."

"I'm Alba's sister."

James nods. "My sister Livy's named after Alba. Olivia Alba."

Alexia forces a smile on her face. "That's nice."

"I'm named after Bisabuela, kind of. James Eliot but Mami and Mummy call me James Eli."

"That's nice," Alexia says," It's always important to honour family."

Her eyes drift over to Jaume, who looks torn between approaching you or hanging back. He's always had some kind of hero worship for you, his mysterious older sister who lived with Jenni. He's still got that now as he steels himself and slowly heads over.

"How are you related to my Mami then? I know Alba's Mami's Tia so are you her Tia too?"

"I'm Bambi's-"

"That's not my Mami's name," James interrupts," Not really anyway. Sometimes Abuela calls her that but she says it's a nickname."

Alexia's heart stops. She knows that Abuela must be Jenni and she isn't sure what she expected. Of course Abuela is Jenni. Of course Alexia isn't.

James has no idea who she is.

James has no idea who Alexia is...who Alexia was to you.

"What's your Mami's name then?" Alexia asks instead.

"Beautiful. That's what Mummy calls her. Mummy's name is Amor..." He frowns. "Or Idiot because that's what Mami calls her when she's angry."

"When I knew your Mami, everyone called her Bambi."

James nods. "Like the deer. Abuela made me watch that film when she looked after me and Livy last week."

"It's a good film, isn't it?"

"It is!" His plate is empty and he frowns. Alexia's plate is full and he reaches for some of hers.

"James," Grace Clinton says," What have I said about stealing food?"

James puffs out his cheeks. "But she's family! She's Mami's Tia! You said I'm allowed to if it's family!"

"I said no even if it is family!"

Alexia can feel the weight of Grace's gaze on her even as she banters with her son. Alexia can feel herself being sized up as Grace takes Eli's seat and places James on her lap.

James eats off Grace's plate as the two adults stare at each other.

Alexia played against Grace a few times when Grace was just starting her international career. She's older now, wiser and captain of the team that had beaten Barcelona in the Champion's League final two times in a row just a few years ago.

Grace Clinton is your wife.

She is the other mother of your children. Sweet, sweet James and Olivia, who is now being gently passed into an awestruck Jaume's arms.

Alexia settles on giving her an awkward smile.

"James," Grace says, tickling his tummy," Can you go share our plate with Mami? I'm sure she's hungry."

James goes off quickly and now it's just Alexia and Grace.

"I love my wife," Grace says suddenly," And I love my kids. Coming back here with them is a lot for her, you have to understand."

"I do."

"She wants them to know her family outside of just Jenni. She comes from Spain and she doesn't want them to not know that part of themselves."

"I get it."

"Good." Grace nods. There's silence for a moment before Grace quells Alexia's fears in one sentence. "She's happy."

Grace fades into the background then as more of the family appears around the table, conversations washing over her as Alexia catches up with her cousins.

It takes a while before you approach and Alexia holds her breath. You're holding your breath too as you perch on Grace's lap, desperately clutching your baby tighter to you.

It's stupid, you think. You should be over this. It happened so long ago. You're a different person now but seeing Alexia put you on edge, especially so near your children.

You had nearly burst into tears seeing her talking to James, halfway between running towards them and just collapsing. Grace had gone in your place but you were even more unnerved now, having little Livy so close.

Olivia couldn't care less though, making soft little noises as she sat happily in your arms.

You peck at your food, unease rolling in your stomach as you felt Alexia's gaze on your side profile.

Grace adjusts behind you, a soft kiss being pressed against the back of your ear.

"Half," She implores," Please, beautiful. It's hot today. You didn't eat much at breakfast."

You had always had a strange relationship with food. It ebbed and flowed when you were a teenager. It had changed again when you were pregnant, another little human relying you on to keep them healthy.

But, still, sometimes you struggle when you feel off.

You nod though, unable to deny your wife anything.

Grace's arm around your waist is warm and comforting. The smile you know she is sporting is comforting too, even though you can't see it.

You usually went to these alone, once a year, even after you'd given birth to James. Grace's Spanish wasn't the greatest and her accent made her speaking almost unintelligible sometimes but it was nice she was here to support you, to whisk you and the kids away the moment you wanted.

You turn your head, meeting Alexia's eyes.

She smiled awkwardly at you and you smiled even more awkwardly back.

"His shirt," She says, the first words she's spoken to you all afternoon," He likes trains?"

You look down bashfully. "He took more after me than we expected."

Alexia bites her lip, debating back and forth whether or not to continue. "How long are you staying?"

"Two weeks."

"I...I have some trains at home. Jaume is too old for them now. Would James-?"

You nod, a real smile appearing on your face. "He would like that, thank you."

You tilt towards Alexia, showing her Olivia more obviously.

You don't let her touch your baby. You don't want her touching either of your children. But you can stomach this, for now.

"This is Olivia," You say," She's nearly one."

"She's beautiful."

Grace grins behind you. "Just like my wife."

[niya-writesshit]

call me so i can see?

patrick x fem!reader x art (on the phone)

au where they all go to stanford and tashi doesn't exist ig (love her js could not incorporate her!)

TW: smut MDNI - oral (f receiving), p in v, masturbation, one bit where he slaps her- patrick is kinda a perv idk, mentions of vomit, swearing

word count: 1637

"show me what you're wearing, baby," art mumbled. you picked the camera up from where it was resting on your vanity and switched the view to show him your little pink skirt and grey tank top through the mirror.

"and then i think i'll wear these white panties," you hummed, flipping up your skirt to show him the lacy white underwear, turning round to show him the back. "d'you like?"

art looked almost pained on the other end, eyes dark and jaw slightly slack. "you look gorgeous," he grunted. "why does patrick get the white ones?"

you sighed and placed the phone back on the desk as you finished curling your hair. "they're his favorite."

"they're my favorite too," art whined, brows contorting in a way meant to make you feel bad for him.

"liar," you huffed. "you like the blue set," you said, shooting him a glare through the screen.

"i like all of them," art complained, raising his arm so it was balanced behind his head while he watched you get ready. "can't you guys just wait until i get home?"

you finished the last ringlet of hair, examining yourself in the mirror. "you want me to go 2 more weeks without any sex?"

"well, i don't want patrick to have you all to himself."

"you get me all to yourself all the time, don't be selfish."

"will you at least call me? i wanna see."

your lips curled into a smile at art's blatant voyeurism. "sure," you smiled. "okay, baby, i got to go. love you!"

art responded with a kiss through the air, puckering his lips and planting them on the camera, leaving the view blurry and slobbery.

"gross," you giggled, hanging up on him and heading out your dorm.

✭✭✭

patrick was incredibly horny. in fact, he had jerked off 3 times today, once to a picture of you and another the second he saw you walk into his crowded dorm room, palming himself through his pants in desperation.

he knew that the only reason you were at this grimy college party was to fuck him - causing his dick to rise even higher as he realised your tiny little skirt and perfectly curled hair was just for him. and with art out of town, it meant he got your pretty pussy all to himself. you locked eyes with him across the room, smirking at the firm position his hand had on his crotch. you tilted your head to the door after scrunching your nose at the pool of vomit that had already been released onto the floor. patrick nodded with a crooked smile, pushing himself off the bed and making his way to the door.

patrick's eyes practically crossed with need as he watched you bend over a little to grab a beer, flashing your lacy panties - his favorite set. his breath hitched in his throat, he maneuvered his way through the sweaty throng of college students towards you.

"hey, sexy," he murmured, hand immediately gravitating towards your ass as he led you towards the door. "i like your underwear. great choice."

"all for you."

patrick internally groaned at your low, purring tone, lips latching onto your neck the second you were out in the hallway of the dorms. he led you to a familiar dorm- art's.

you let patrick slip off your skirt, watching his eyes turn pure black as he surveys your bottoms hungrily. you fumbled with his belt buckle as he ripped off your shirt, lips locking with his sloppily. your panties stayed on even when patrick's fully erect cock came springing out of his boxers. patrick's mouth travelled down your torso, nipping and sucking at your tits before moving down to your thighs.

"wait," you panted. patrick looked up at you with furrowed brows. "i told art i'd call him."

"call him later," patrick huffed, going back to attacking your thighs, marking the soft flesh with love bites.

"no, i told him i'd call him now."

patrick groaned loudly and pushed himself off the bed, searching through your discarded clothes for your phone. "here," he growled as he tossed it you. as you fumbled with the screen, tapping on art's name, patrick pulled your panties off and latched his mouth onto your cunt with fervor.

art picked up immediately, and you angled the camera so he could see patrick in between your legs, sucking and tugging on your clit, eliciting loud moans from you.

"fuck," art said lowly. patrick looked up at the phone with a deathly glare. you got the hint, moving the phone away from your face and balancing it on the side table near your head so you could see art and he could - very clearly - see the two of you.

patrick could see your face now too, and he took immense satisfaction in the way your mouth hung open and your eyes fluttered as he pleasured your pretty little pussy with his tongue. you shuddered under his mouth, reaching out to tug at his hair. his hips rutted against the bed in an attempt to ignore his own erection, because he won't even think about fucking you until you've cum on his tongue.

art watched through the phone, eyes low and burning with jealousy as he watched his favorite boy eat out his favorite girl. he clenched his jaw while he slowly pumped at his dick, saving his orgasm for when the real action started.

patrick began to suck and lick and swirl faster when he felt your legs clench around his head. "shitttt, patrick," you moaned almost pornographically, whiny and loud. "please, please, please, please," you whined, fingers tangled in his hair and head thrown back against the headboard.

you didn't even have to voice that you were finishing, because patrick knew - from the way your thighs shuddered and your cunt began to tighten around his tongue. art knew too - as he watched your eyes begin to cross and moans became louder and louder. once patrick's chin was slick with your release, tip of his nose shiny, he lined his throbbing cock up with your entrance.

you were still completely fucked-out, eyes fluttering open and closed while you panted heavily. as patrick spat on his hand and ran it painstakingly slow down his length, you glanced up at the phone, taking in art's dick, which was out in all its glory. his tip was glossy with pre-cum and he was still slowly jerking himself off. he gave you a crooked grin as he watched your eyes travel towards him. "focus on patrick, baby. he's got you all to himself today."

you nodded compliantly, shifting your gaze to the massive cock that was brushing your entry. "need it real bad, pat," you whined, rutting your hips so you could feel the tip on you.

"you're gonna get it, baby. be patient," he looked up at the phone, making eye contact with art and shaking his head. "look at our girl, art. being so needy."

art hummed in agreement as patrick reached out for a condom, making a visible (and slow) display of the way he stretched it over his cock. he teased your cunt with a finger, pushing back your folds and smiling as he examined the slick hole. "turn around," patrick commanded, watching you with low eyes as you turned onto your belly, sticking your ass up into the air and looking back at him expectantly.

"pleaseeee," you whimpered.

patrick couldn't resist, and he grabbed you by the hips to line himself up just right. with one fluid movement, he snapped his hips against your ass and plunged his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. his thrusts were deep and frantic as slapping sounds filled the air, making art practically salivate.

he felt as if he was watching porn - the way you cried out so erotically, and the intense motions of patrick's hips. your ass stuck up in the air perfectly rounded, and he was pissed at the fact he didn't have the view patrick did, positioned behind you. his hands began to quicken on his dick at the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down against the mattress as patrick relentlessly pounded into you.

as if hearing his thoughts, patrick reached out to grab the phone, flipping the camera so he could see your beautiful cunt, all filled up with patrick. art's breathing quickened, moaning loud enough for you to hear. you snapped your head back, flashing him a large smile and sticking your tongue out. maybe you were a pornstar in another life or something, because holy shit. art and patrick both groaned at the sight and patrick's pace inside you began to quicken.

unable to hold it in any longer, he placed art back on the side table and thrust into you even more passionately than before, hard enough that you could feel it in your fucking stomach. art was moaning too, right along with you and patrick, furiously stroking at his dick. all three of you seemed to come at once - you squirting all over patrick's cock, art shooting ropes of cum all over his hands and the phone, and patrick (unfortunately contained within the condom) releasing inside you with a loud keening sound.

"that was very hot, you two," art praised, panting.

"thanks," patrick replied, still buried inside you. "it's gonna have to happen again, 'cause there is no way i'm going another two weeks without this." he slapped at your cunt, chuckling as you scrunched your nose and whimpered.

once you were all cleaned up and dozing off, patrick rose off of the bed, pulling on his pants and leaving you snuggled up in art's bed. he grabbed your panties from the ground, shoving them in his pocket.

"sorry, babe. i'll give 'em back later."

[minniesmutt]

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     The fall weather was so random. Most of the time it rained, but some days you still got that last bit of warm weather with the sun shining. Today it decided to rain, heavily.

     You’d have to be crazy to go out in this weather with how hard it was hitting the windows of Y/n and Hyunjins’ apartment. The dancer had a few days off finally and for it to rain on his first day off, cuddling in bed with his lover seemed straight out of a romantic movie. He had Y/n wrapped up in his arms, he was refusing to wake up, especially as her fingers played with his dark locks.

     “You know I need to get up and get ready for work Hyune,” Y/n whispered into his hair making him groan.

     “No,” he grumbled, hugging them tighter. “Call out.”

     Y/n took a glance over at the window. She could hear how heavy the rain was. But with their curtains closed she couldn’t see just how hard it was coming down. Somehow, she managed to slip out of her boyfriend’s arms and made it over to the window to look outside.

     “It’s too cold!” Hyunjin whined from the bed, “Come back, princess.”

     “Let me call out of work real quick.” There was no way she was driving in the rain with how heavy it was coming. Y/n closed the curtains and grabbed her phone and one of his oversized sweaters from the closet as he dove back under the covers. Y/n giggled at him as she walked out of their bedroom and dialed her boss. She waited for them to pick up as she started their coffee machine.

     Y/n let her boss know she wouldn’t be coming in due to the heavy rain, to which they understood. Y/n hung up the phone, turned on the heating unit in their apartment, and then grabbed a couple of mugs from their cabinet. Made both of them a cup before heading back up to their room, setting the two mugs on the side table before peeling the covers away from her sleepy boyfriend.

     “Call out?” Hyunjin asked as she climbed on top of him as he lay on his back

     “Yeah. I’m not the only one who did either,” Y/n told him.

     Hyunjin hummed as he held onto her hips, “You look really cute in that sweater, by the way.

     “Thank you. I got it from my wonderful boyfriend's closet,” Y/n smiled as Hyunjin sat up wrapping his long arms around her as Y/n wrapped hers around his shoulders.

     “Always look so cute when you wear my things,” Hyunjin muttered as he placed kisses under her jaw then moved up to her cheek, landing at her lips.

     Y/n smiled as she happily kissed her boyfriend back. Hyunjin laid back on the mattress, pulling her down with him. Y/n squeaked in surprise before he rolled on top of her. Moved his lips down to her neck. 

     “Stay in bed like this all day,” Hyunjin said between his kisses. 

     “Can’t stay in bed all day Jin,” Y/n giggled as his dark locks tickled her skin. 

     “Why?” he asked, hands moving to her hips, “we’re both off. Nothing else to do.”

     “There’s still things I need to get done around the house,” Y/n told him as he peered up at her. 

     “Do them another time,” Hyunjin said

     “Hyune.”

     “Darling, it’s the perfect morning,” he placed another kiss on her neck as his hands moved under his sweater and his t-shirt that she had slept in as well. “cuddled in bed, the rain, just let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

     “Show me Jinnie,” Y/n smiled at him. 

     Hyunjin smiled as he brought his lips back to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Pushing her clothing up as his tongue explored her mouth. Knowing it like the back of his hand by now. 

     Y/n moaned into his mouth as his hands dipped under the waistband of her panties. Slightly glad she opted to forgo pants last night. Hyunjin was glad too it seemed as he chose to comment on it. 

     “Pretty baby not wearing any pants. Wanted Jinnie to take care of you princess?” lips just ghosting hers as he spoke

     “Please Hyune,” Y/n whined as she rolled her hips against him. 

    “No need to beg princess. You know Hyune’ll take care of you.”

     Hyunjin moved down her body while simultaneously pulling her panties away from her. Y/n smiled as he tossed the fabric off the side of the bed and then pulled her legs over his shoulders. 

     “Pretty thing,” Hyunjin placed a kiss on the inside of her thighs and then her clit. 

     Y/n moaned as he wrapped his plump lips around her clit, gently sucking on the little bud. His hands held the top of her things while hers tangled in his. Hyunjin switched between sucking on her clit and locking between her folds. Occasionally he’d glance up at her just before his tongue slipped inside her. 

     Y/n ground against him, clit hitting the tip of his nose. Hyunjin gets her hips down before moving his lips back to her clit. Y/n melted into the sheets, moaning his name. The moans went straight to his cock and had him grinding against the mattress to relieve himself. Just a bit. 

     He moved one hand down and slowly slid a finger inside of her. Y/n gripped his hair harder as his long slender finger curled up into her. Coaxing her orgasm closer. The other hand moved up under the sweater and t-shirt to grope her breasts. 

      “Shit Hyune.” Y/n moaned 

      “Gonna add another one darling,” Hyunjin muttered against her and followed through on his words; slipping a second finger into her. Scissoring her open as his lips worked on bringing her to orgasm. His hand under her stolen clothing played with her breasts in his hand like it was his stress ball. 

      Between all his groping and eating her out whilst stretching her open on his fingers, it was pulling her closer and closer until her hips shook uncontrollably as she came on his fingers. 

     Hyunjin moved down and drank up her essence as his fingers kept working on her. Pulling them out of her after he finished cleaning her up with his tongue and was positive she was ready for him. 

     He lifted his body and let her legs fall off his shoulders. Tossing his t-shirt off his own body along with his sweats and boxers. Y/n smiled at his cock standing straight up for her, pre-cum leaking from the tip. 

     Hyunjin's hands pushed the material of her sweater up above her breasts. Hands slowly trailing back down her carves till he reached her hips. One hand stayed while the other wrapped around his cock. The same hand that hand worked her open. spreading a mix of her arousal and his pre cum along his shaft while she spread her legs for him. 

     “Always so good to me,” Hyunjin chuckled as he lined his tip up at her entrance asks slowly pushed into her. Hands holding onto her hips once the tip was inside. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned. No matter how many times she took his cock, it was always just as good as the first time. 

     “Always take my cock so well princess,” Hyunjin groaned as he bottomed out inside her. 

     Hyunjin grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers together, kissing her knuckles as she adjusted to him before pressing their hands into the pillow under her head. Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back inside of her. Hyunjin wasn’t big girth-wise, but he made up for it in length for sure. Never had they gone for a round where he didn’t hit the spot that made her see stars. 

     Y/n arched towards him as he picked a steady pace and stuck with it. Hips met hers while she wrapped her legs around his hips. The only sounds in the room were the contact of their skin, grunts, and moans, and the heavy rain hitting the windows. 

     “My beautiful muse,” Hyunjin grunted as he leaned forward down, connecting their lips again. Swallowing each other's moans. 

     Tongues dancing together again on a perfect morning in Hyunjin's opinion. He gets his beautiful girlfriend in his clothes all to himself. The low lighting in their bedroom as the rain struck the window. Perfect as her walls clenched around him. 

     “Hyune,” Y/n moaned as she pulled her lips away from his. 

     “I’ve got you, princess,” Hyunjin replied as he moved his lips down to her neck. Hands leaving hers and traveling down her body to her hips. 

     “More,” Y/n moaned as she grabbed onto the pillow case under her

     Hyunjin hummed in response, mouth occupied with marking her neck as his. He pulled away from her momentarily. Looking down at where they were connected and letting spit fall from his plush lips onto her clit. Thumb swirling the wetness around in circles as he leaned back down, attaching his lips to her breasts this time. 

     Y/n tightened her legs around his waist as her walls contracted around him. His name came out like a mantra from her lips. Boosting his ego just a bit that it made him chuckle against her skin as she finally came on his cock. 

     He looked up at her, loving the way she looked when she was on cloud nine. All while he chased his high. Dick twitched inside her tight walls till he painted her walls white. 

     Both stilling and riding out their highs before Hyunjin pulled out and leaned down to kiss her. 

     “We should stay in bed all day,” Y/n giggled against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

      “Told you so princess.”

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[ynscrazylife]

I think reader with Aaron Hotchner (criminal minds) and

"Let's get you home." "Oh, mine or yours?" "Ours." "Oh, wow!"

would be adorable 🤭

all ours (fiancé!aaron hotchner x reader)

Aaron doesn’t usually join the team for nights out at the bar but damn, you’re quite convincing, tugging on his arm with a sweet, adorable look. He can’t resist you. It’s simply not in his nature.

He has to admit, he’s glad he’s come tonight. It’s nice to see you all having fun for once, letting the tension and stress of the job go. Spencer’s beat everyone at trivia night, JJ is trying to set Emily up with someone, Derek, you, and Penelope are alternating between playing darts or pool, and Rossi is trying to flirt with anyone who’ll listen.

“Oh my god, you’re not supposed to throw the dart at me, dummy!”

Aaron takes your exclamation as his cue. He puts down a drink he’s barely had half of and walks over to where you’re glaring at Derek, a dart sticking to your forehead.

“Stay still,” Derek says, laughing as he points his phone at you to take a picture.

“Are we having fun?” Aaron asks, gently plucking the dart off your forehead and looking at Penelope. The two of them are the only sober ones left of the group.

“Yep,” Penelope says with a smile as you and Derek start bickering.

She and Aaron let you go at it, chatting for a little while, until you suddenly stumble. Aaron catches you before you fall, tucking you into his side. “I think we should get you home,” he says.

You hum. “Mine or yours?” You ask, leaning your head against his chest and smiling dreamily, your frustration with Derek completely forgotten.

Aaron blinks, unsure whether to be amused or worried. “Ours, sweetheart,” he corrrcts.

“Oh, wow!” You chirp excitedly.

Penelope can’t help but laugh, which eases Aaron and makes him smile. “Mhm. We bought a house when we got engaged, remember?” He reminds you, grabbing your hand and holding it up so that you can spot your engagement ring.

You gasp. “So shiny,” you remark, letting your body sag against Aaron. He quickly adjusts his arm to wrap around your waist, holding you up.

“Just wait until you see the wedding bands,” Aaron says, kissing your forehead. He turns to Penelope. “We’ll see you all on Monday. You got the rest of the team?”

“Yes, sir. I think you’re taking the trouble with you,” Penelope affirms, before they’re interrupted by Spencer’s yelp after Derek nails him with a dart. “Okay, half the trouble.”

“Heyyyy,” you whine, pouting (which Aaron thinks is adorable).

Penelope mouths an apology, which you can barely comprehend with your drunkenness. “Good luck, Garcia,” Aaron says, steering the two of you towards the exit.

Getting you to the car is certainly . . . An experience. You can’t seem to stop giggling at who knows what, stopping your fiancé every few feet to point at something (twice he swears you point to the same star in the sky).

“Alright, there you go,” he says as he sits you down in the passenger’s seat. When he leans over to buckle you in, you pull at his arms and grab his face, kissing him. Aaron entertains you for a second, then pulls back. “You little sneak.”

You giggle some more, finding the image of your lipstick smeared on Aaron’s lips hilarious. “Aaron, will you let me do your makeup sometime?” You ask.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he says, confidant that you won’t remember this. He finishes buckling you in and closes the door, quickly running around to hop into the driver’s seat.

Once he starts driving, Aaron puts on the radio to hopefully keep you occupied. When the two of you arrive back home, Aaron helps you out of the car, only for you to marvel at the house.

“Wow — that house is sooo pretty,” you say, pointing at it.

“We bought that house, honey, remember?” Aaron says. He can’t wait to tease you about this when you’re sober.

“We did? Really? It’s all ours?” You ask him as he escorts you onto the porch, where he reaches into his pocket for his keys.

“All ours,” Aaron affirms, slipping the key into the lock.

“Even the lamp?” You say, squirming out of his grip to wrap your arms around the lamp pole.

“Yes,” Aaron says, laughing. He gently tugs you away and gets you inside the house. You compliment your fiancé’s taste about everything in the house, even when he tells you that you picked out your fair share of the design and furniture.

He gets you upstairs by telling you that the master bedroom is, by far, the best room in the house.

“It’s beautiful!” You cry before Aaron even turns the light switch on.

He sits you down on the bed and helps you change into a shirt and sweatpants that both belong to him (he knows that you love wearing his clothes). Once you flop down on the bed, Aaron changes into his pajamas. He grabs some make-up wipes from the bathroom and dabs carefully at your face, smiling as you giggle.

“You’ll thank me in the morning,” he says, only for you to hum in response.

Once he finishes, he tosses the wipes in the garbage can. When he gets back to bed, you’ve almost dozed off completely, slowly blinking.

“Tuckered out, honey?” He coos, taking a mental photo of the absolute adorable sight in front of him. Your hair is all messy, you’re pouting, but he just thinks it makes you cuter.

“No,” you mumble.

Aaron grins and turns off the light, lying down in bed next to you. He pulls you into his side, cuddling you, until you fall asleep, where he kissed your forehead. “Sweet dreams,” he says.

In the morning, he teases you about your drunk attics. You remind him of his promise to let you do his make-up.

[oncomingnight]

The Best of You, Belongs To Me.

yandere! death metal singer x fem reader

Andrew is the farthest thing from shy when it comes to showing you affection in public. He'll pull your chair closer to him as the two of you sit in a practically barren cafe, using the closed off distance between the two of you to his advantage in order to kiss you with so much passion that it feels as if he's attempting to rob you of all your breath. His inked hands are constantly interlinked with yours, gently leading you towards the end of never ending crowds, pulling you closer to his side, bringing your buttery smooth hand up to his lips in order to press sugar flavored kisses onto the surface.

He's also a huge fan of standing behind you with his hands planted on your shoulders + hugging you from behind as he nuzzles his head into the ivy scented crook of your neck.

What you're about to read may seem weird but Andrew is absolutely obsessed with the way you smell. He finds himself within the very realm of heaven when he catches a whiff of your jasmine scented perfume, pomegranate body wash accompanied with hints of cherry. He'll write down the names of your most used fragrances and make it a mission to always stock them back up for you.

He is constantly wearing his silver chain with your name as the charm dangling from it. He is never seen without it.

Andrew's skin is almost completely covered with tattoos and he found a way to incorporate his love and obsession for you in this artistry. He has your name displayed across the side of his neck along with a depiction of your angelic-like eyes on his forearm.

x

He loves partaking in activities that have to do with the outdoors and would love it even more if you were to join him. Andrew is the absolute best when it comes to planning the perfect hiking/camping day out. He grabs a little backpack for you and fills it to the brim with your favorite snack bars and makes sure to have your favorite beverage in clutch within a thermos. He takes an insane amount of photos and videos of the two of you going on these little outdoor adventures.

Gets on one knee to re-buckle your heels or tie your shoes.

holds your bags when he takes you on a little shopping spree.

Andrew hardly ever lets you pay for things yourself, he will somehow always pull out his card faster than you can manage. One day, you accidentally let slip that you paid for a case of lipstick with your own money after he complimented you on how the shade 'made you look like an angel'.

He keeps a careful eye on you as you apply the cherry shade of lipstick onto the sultry outline of your lips before asking you, "when did you get that, princess?"

"oh, just the other day when you took me to the mall!" "why...wait why didn't you just ask me to buy it for you?" you giggle for a split second before replying with, "baby, you were already carrying all of my bags I didn't want you to do another thing by-"

"I don't care what I was doing. Plus, I wanted to carry your shit. Just ask me next time, okay? You already know I'll say yes just don't do that again."

He somehow convinces you to quit your job as that'll be beneficial in you being able to accompany him when his band goes on tour. This is a bit toxic but what else did you expect from reading this? Andrew would never want you to have to deal with a hostile work environment, faltering pay checks or mentally challenging hours. So, of course he succeeds in getting you to drop your job no matter if it's something you enjoy doing or not.

He manages to remind you that he's always there for you no matter what life throws at the two of you. He makes sure you know he cares even if it's through the little things, ordering breakfast & dinner to your apartment door when he isn't able to be home and is spending extra hours in the studio. He sends you voice messages throughout the day/night telling you all about his day, whining on & on about how much he's missed you and how he can't wait to feel you in his arms again.

"I'm almost home, cutie, do you want a coffee?"

says, "there you are, my sleepy head", every time you come out of your shared bedroom after a long night's rest.

Andrew is incredibly talented when it comes to knowing how to comfort you in the most efficient manner possible. He'll gently caress your face, placing his hand on your cheek for a second longer before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "baby, hey, can you please look at me? What's gotten you so upset?" He would never allow you to feel as though the reason for your sadness is stupid or irrelevant because "if it hurts you, it hurts you". He'd practically force you into getting into the bath with him, allowing for the two of you to be engulfed within lavender scented bubbles and the feeling of him threading his fingers through your hair. Then, he'd have you step within the comfort of a fluff filled blanket, resulting in a drowsy appearance to find a home upon your features.

He'd take your newly found calmness to his advantage as he's now able to get a clear cut story on what made his little angel's face fill with such sadness.

Listens to your ramblings with a look of nothing but pure adoration and listens to you talk about your interests while storing all of the topics you're so infatuated with within his schema.

"oh, that's a shirt from her favorite show. I'll go ahead and get that."

Takes a bunch of screenshots of you while the two of you are on face time.

You're his lock screen

Whenever his mother calls him she'll never fail to ask about you and questions him on how you're doing, if you've eaten, etc. She'll eventually ask him to pass the phone to you and it'll take hours for the call to end at that point because she's convinced you're the one for her son, and why wouldn't she want to speak to her future daughter in law for hours on end?

Andrew takes photos of the two of you in every single destination him and his band stop at while they're on tour. He has tons and tons of Polaroids showing you and him having the best time together in various cities inside of Asia, Europe and the US. They're all titled something along the lines of, "Me and the Mrs in __, "Me and my one and only."

[cattjull]

'𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢— 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙. 𝖎𝖎

bsf!ellie x reader 🤭

PART 1

SUMMARY: "Truth or dare? Kiss me." As you thought, throwing away your friendship with Ellie wasn't as simple as that. If she only didn't ran away... Now what?

CW: r!is afab, alcohol game, smut?, strap use (e! receiving),

A/N: Pls enjoy and sorry for taking so long <3

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you like me?" Your eyes shifted to Ellie's lips for a split second, just a teeny tiny small amount of time which she wouldn't notice since she was so drunk, at least you hoped so. The atmosphere or, maybe, the weather had turned unbearably hot.

"I won't tell you Els." You said, the fact that you didn't want to answer that question said enough itself. You bent down and stretched your body a little to reach the bottle.

You kind of felt relieved to get away from Ellie. Her words worked like spells on you and that, the way she touched you and the fact you were kinda drunk too made you almost confess your feelings to her and, what if she was just drunk and didn't like you? Even worse, what if that happened and Ellie remembered everything next day (there was no way she remembered), what if everything changed?

You grabbed the bottle, directed it towards your mouth and took two sips of that drink that you didn't even like, a trickle of vodka escaping treacherously from your mouth. You wiped it with your fingers, leaving a little of lipstick on them.

"Truth or dare, Dina?" Dina was so shocked by both of you that she almost jumped when you turned towards her.

"What? Oh yeah, dare."

"I dare you to tell some guy here you're pregnant and it's from him."

3 a.m.

"I dare you to kiss the girl on your left." He said with amusement shining in his eyes. Ellie looked at her hands, trying to remember what was her left, and looked at you. Her eyes went directly to your lips and her face turned crimson red.

"What? Why?"

"It's a dare , Ellie." He said shrugging while trying not to laugh.

"You don't get to tell me when to kiss my girlfriend." Ellie said, crossing her arms and furrowing her eyebrows.

"Your what?" You laughed. Ellie then looked at you, mentally debating something. She got close in less than a second, now being inches away from your face. Her hands were on both sides of your hips, the way she was bending over you making you drool.

"Can I, babe? Your lips look- I mean, it's a dare." She was all so flustered, her rosy cheeks glowed and her parted lips hydrated with her transparent lipgloss looked delicious under your gaze. And, wait- what did she just call you? Babe? Well, how could you say no? You both wanted it, it didn't matter if it was just because of the alcohol. It didn't matter if it was a mistake.

You just stayed looking at eachother for a few seconds, doubt glimpsing in your eyes, and hers. What could go wrong? Absolutely nothing. And maybe it was for that four horrible sips from when you were dared to eat a whole jar of mayonnaise thirty minutes ago, but kissing Ellie seemed like a good idea. A really good one.

You leaned in closer, feeling her minty scent now mixed with alcohol. She broke the almost inexistent gap between your lips as she positioned herself close to you. Her lips were wet from the lipgloss and yours were a little sticky from your lip oil and the matte lipstick underneath it, her mouth tasted like chocolate and alcohol and you hoped she could feel the vainilla scent from your Victoria's Secret lip gloss: you had put on that one specifically because you knew Ellie loved it. You held Ellie's short hair, tied messily in a half ponytail, and her hands placed on your waist, pulling you closer. Ellie's tongue got slowly into your mouth, and seconds later you were devouring eachother until you felt two hands from the same person who dared you to kiss separating you.

"Okay girls, that wasn't in the script." You suddenly shifted your gaze to Lacy, who was frowning with a kinda... scary? expression at her phone whose camera, you were sure, was pointing directly at you seconds ago. It mustn't be it, you thought, and then looked at the guy who caused you and Ellie to pull apart. "Just get a room."

"Very funny, Liam."

"I'm Nate but thanks."

The rest of the night passed with a hint of something between you and Ellie. Plus, you found out Lacy had sent a 45 seconds video of you and Ellie making out to a bit less than half of the people in the party were... enough for everyone to find out.

Now it wasn't just Dina and your best friends (excluding Ellie duh) joking about Ellie and you. It was everyone there in the party.

Half of them suspected before about you being in love just because you were lesbians and the other half didn't even know you at all but just had a gut feeling that there was some chemistry between you. So, under that context, when a video like that is sent to you, how could you ignore it and not tell someone else? It was just the truth.

You couldn't blame anyone, though. In one hour everyone knew you had turned into girlfriends, deciding to reveal your relationship to everyone it in a very public way (nope, that didn't happen) and no one really cared or would remember it in some days but gossip is gossip, and god you just couldn't pull back in that video that lasted like... 40 seconds? It was something scandalous and it felt great to spread something like that, somehow.

After a girl that you were sure she was in the cheerleader team told you she supported you with a sweet smile on her face and exchanging some words and a smile, you said goodbye to your friends and called an Uber: It was getting too late and you were getting too drunk.

You held Ellie's hand and dragged her to the outside of that big house, some guys making jokes and speculating about your destination or what were you going to do later, which definitely (and sadly) wasn't where they thought it was. The warm nocturne spring air stroked your whole body delicately when you opened the doors, giving you an instant moment of relief as your ears enjoyed the outside, much less noisier than inside of the building.

"We're going home, Ellie."

"What? Weren´t you taking me outside to...? Oh, going home. Rightt." Suddenly you had Ellie's arms around your waist, pulling you closer and pressing your bodies together, her face dangerously close to yours with a smug smile as her raspy voice worked like an Aphrodite's spell on you. You felt your face heat up for probably the millionth time this night: Ellie had been way clingier than in any other party binge. You put your hands in Ellie's soft face, letting yourself enjoy her warmness and at the same time stopping her from getting closer; you wouldn't be able to resist the tentation if she did, and in some way this felt wrong.

"Ellie please stop. You'll regret this tomorrow." It hurt you to say.

"I guess I'll wait home." She huffed.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" You sat on the entrance staircase and Ellie did the same.

"I want to talk now." You chuckled.

"What do you want to talk about?" Ellie let her head fall on your shoulder, allowing you to feel her mint scent.

"Did you know that stegosaurus's brain was the size of a walnut? They surely didn't get good grades." She said and smirked, causing you to smile sweetly at how cute she was blabbing about the things she liked.

"You told me yesterday." You leaned your head on Ellie's and, after convincing yourself it wasn't weird and that was a friends thing, you held Ellie's hand.

Both of you stood quietly there with a few cheek kisses and a prolonged hug in between until the Uber arrived around nine minutes later. The Uber was an old men, maybe in his fifty's. He confessed to don't know where your street was and put on Google maps. He was sincere, at least. It kind of reminded you to Joel, conveying a sense of trust through you.

"Are you guys girlfriends?" He asked casually.

"Oh, no no no. Of course not. We're best friends." But we should be girlfriends, though, you thought and smiled.

"Oh, sorry. You just reminded me of my daughter and her girlfriend."

You had some small talk with him while Ellie held your hand, playing with your fingers and discretely kissing really silently your ring and middle ones, a hint you would ignore completely, until you arrived home and paid a bit more than necessary because the man was really nice and it was really late.

You finally entered your house, feeling so tired that you didn't even bother to take your makeup off. You just went upstairs to your room and put on some t-shirt, an Ellie's t-shirt you ""borrowed"" from her and since you did you used every time you were home, and pajamas shorts, lending Ellie some comfortable clothes too and trying to explain her you weren't going to do ANYTHING with her now because, come on, you almost weren't conscious enough to notice how drunk you were and it should be enough for you to not try anything. But being honest, if you hadn't been tired you probably wouldn't have cared.

You fell on the bed first, moving to the wall side. You were too tired to form a coherent idea, and yet your thoughts still managed to wander around Ellie. It was always like this, but this time after the kiss it was stronger. Ellie, Ellie and Ellie.

Ellie went to the kitchen to drink some water and then headed back upstairs to your tidy room, walking towards your bed with a gait sloppier than usual. As you were almost asleep you didn't notice her getting closer to the bed, nor laying down nor climbing on top of you and kissing your now clean lips shortly, without a hint of boldness despite his dirty comments towards you during the whole night.

Her lips tasted heavenly perfect, like cocktails and vodka, the chocolate taste from earlier had disappeared almost completely from her lips. You opened your eyes, surprised, as Ellie looked at you with an equally intense and tired gaze.

"I love you." She whispered with that velvety and husky voice of hers that drove you crazy every time, her breathing got more shallow.

"I love you too but it's late, Ellie." Ellie smirked lazily and you pushed her, moving her to your side. She turned her back to you, knowing your next move. You hugged her, placing your head in the gap between her neck and her shoulder. The ends of her silky hair made your neck itch a little but you didn't mind right now. All you cared about was being close to her, sleeping with her, feeling her skin and her body merging with yours.

She let out a soft sigh, as if your mere closeness relieved her. Her hand positioned over yours, intertwining them. Both of you stood like that, silence accompanying the moment. Ellie fell asleep: you knew it because her heartbeat started slowing down as well as her breathing. You kissed her neck and closed your eyes until you lost you lost consciousness in a deep (and drunk) sleep.

11:21 am

You felt your head was going to break into a million pieces. What the fuck did you do last night? Before opening your eyes, you try to figure out where are you. You smell Ellie's perfume and a sudden sensation of relief comes to your body and leaves as fast as it came as soon as you remember the kiss.

Oh my god, what did I do? why did I even- Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Ellie moving. She stretches a little and probably remembers a bit of last night because she mutters an ‘oh fuck-’ and gets up slowly, taking your hand away from her waist and trying to not wake you up.

You barely open your eyes, enough to blurrily see what is Ellie doing but not for her to notice you're awake. She gets dressed with her clothes from last night, puts her phone in her pocket and opens the door. But no, she can't leave just like that. She then turns around and walks towards you, kneels next to your bed and watches your face for a good two minutes, now you completely close your eyes.

"I love you and I'm so sorry baby." She finally whispers. Baby? Again? Well, maybe it wasn't just the alcohol. Right? "I know you don't want this." She kisses your forehead slowly, unable to pull away from your skin and say goodbye and you feel like someone has just set a fire on your cheeks and your whole body as well as Ellie stands up again, ready to leave. She gives you a last look before closing the door behind her. Now that Ellie's gone, you're fucking mad. Not just at you, for kissing your fucking best friend and stuff, but at her for leaving like that after everything.

It would have been awkward to talk, but probably better than not saying anything and pretending she didn't even come to your house in first place. You can't help but burst into tears, getting out of bed just to hold the dinosaur stuffie Ellie gave you like two months or so ago that was resting in your desk. It had been hers before she gave it to you and it smelled like her, so everytime you missed her it rapidly became a habit that you would hug it until you fell asleep.

You go back to bed and cover yourself with the sheets, with that cute stegosaurus's teddy wrapped in your arms like it's your baby and their tail between your legs. You cry because you're scared.

Your white pillow has blue stains from your eyeshadow and your tears add some wet grey to the picture but you couldn't care less. Not now.

You lay in the side of your small bed where Ellie had been before, no sign of her warmness now, feeling her heavenly perfume impregnated in the sheets, and you inhale deeply, filling your nostrils with Ellie. Just Ellie. Just pine, mint and chocolate. Just her.

Maybe Ellie never loved you in That way? People became flirty when they were drunk. Maybe that was her case. But no, she just said she loved you and called you baby. But she did that sometimes. But maybe it didn't mean anything for her.

What was next? Should you pretend that kiss and all the stuff from last night you didn't even try to recall never happened? No, you remembered there was a literal video of you making out like your life depended on it in your gallery and probably—no, definitely, in hers too. Maybe apologize? "Hey Ellie, sorry for kissing you!" Nah, you're not even sorry.

You wanted to ask her why did she leave like that but that would be so awkward for her and for you too. You kept overthinking until you accepted you wouldn't fall asleep again so you hold your phone which is on the night table. You had some messages from Dina and when you answer, she immediately texts back.

Dina😍

(10:10 a.m.) So?

(10:10 a.m.) Any news abt you and Ellie?

(11:27 a.m.) She left without saying anything

(11:27 a.m.) I pretended I was asleep.

(11:27 a.m.) I shouldn't tell you this but fuck off

(11:27 a.m.) She thinks you'll be mad at her

(11:28 a.m.) do you think she likes me back..?

(11:28 a.m.) It's not impossible

(11:28 a.m.) Does she likes me back*?

(11:29 a.m.) Confidential.

(11.29 a.m.) Just give me a hint?

(11.29 a.m.) Ask yourself

(11.30 a.m.) You were such a good friend.

(11:30 a.m.) Right?

(11:30 a.m.) WERE.

(11:30 a.m.) Ugh fine

(11:30 a.m.) MAYBE she feels something

(11:31 a.m.) WHAT?

(11:31 a.m.) I LOVE YOU

(11:31 a.m.) DINA I LOVE YOU.

(11:32 a.m.) I'M GONNA MARRY YOU.

(11:32 a.m.) What about Ellie ☹️

(11:32 a.m.) Both.

(11.32 a.m.) Well said

(11.32 a.m.) I love you

(11.32 a.m.) Yeah love you too

Els pretty

(11.35 a.m.) Ellieeee

(11.35 a.m.) Weren't you at my house?

(11.35 a.m.) I hallucinated if not.

(11:36 a.m.) I WAS TOO EMBARRASED

(11:36 a.m.) AND I RAN AWAY

(11:36 a.m.) Sorry for kissing you and stuff

(11:36 a.m.) Awwwww

(11.36 a.m.) Fuck

(11.36 a.m.) you.

(11:36 a.m.) Whatever

(11:36 a.m.) I'll watch the video

(11:37 a.m.) NO

(11:37 a.m.) ELLIE

(11:37 a.m.) Come on it's embarrassing

(11:37 a.m.) You aren't watching it

(11:37 a.m.) Right?

(11:38 a.m.) Ellie?

(11:40 a.m.) WOAH

(11:41 a.m.) WDYM WOAH

(11:41 a.m.) I took the first step🥺

(11:41 a.m.) You're being creepy.

(11:41 a.m.) 🥺

(11:41 a.m.) Watch it

(11:43 a.m.) 🤯

(11:43 a.m.) 😎

(11:44 a.m.) 😎?

(11:44 a.m.) I'm the good one kissing here

(11:44 a.m.) Wanna find out?

(11:44 a.m.) Again?

(11:44 a.m.) Ha. Ha.

(11:44 a.m.) Not funny.

So, Ellie wasn't escaping from you because she didn't like that kiss or because she wanted to be away from you, she was just scared, as Dina said. You unconsciously stopped crying but, as your hangover wouldn't let you do much, you tried to sleep again. This time it was easier: Ellie liked that kiss. She wasn't mad. She wasn't trying to make you feel bad.

The only thing on your mind now was, she didn't mention anything about a relationship or anything serious. How would you know if she wanted something with you? How many times had you thought about it in the last few days? Would you be friends? Would you turn into something more? Okay, stop thinking about it now. Something casual? You didn't want something casual. Because not even the word is really good. Casual. Casual sex. Sounds like the name of a lipstick shade. Doesn't sound well. You want something serious. With Ellie, your girlfriend Ellie. Not casual sex like the lipstick. You don't want something casual.

You were on top of Ellie, kiss stains all over her neck. It looked so pretty in that red tone of your lipstick. Her face looked so pretty full of your signature. Her pink and pretty nipples, and her small tits were marked by you too and god, you were strapping her. Fucking strapping her. You held her hips and pushed deep inside of her, making her let out a moan. You pushed again. And again. And again. And again and again and again. Her face was so red and pretty, her mouth opened, letting out your name again and again, each time messier and faster than before, her pretty cunt taking you so well, the sight of it swallowing you would be able to make you cum. You go much faster, and you should be tired but you aren't. "So... Fucking... Ah. Close." She cums, holding your arms and digging her nails into your arms as you fuck her through her orgasm, why can't you feel her nails in your skin?

"Honey, dinner is ready!" Your mom says as she opens the door.

Nice.

Sunday, 5pm.

You were more than excited to see Ellie, more than any other time before. Maybe because this was the first time you went to her house after kissing her, confessing to her and then pretending it was just a joke?

You did the same routine as always you were gonna spend the day at her house. Took a shower, put on baggy jeans, a braless tank top and a black thong you wished, deep down, she took you off. The Victoria's Secret ones, with laces and a small bow. Like, they were the first ones that you found when opening your closet, almost like they jumped to you. Not like you had been looking for them for the past half and hour.

You kind of bathed in your perfume and put on the lipgloss from Friday. As soon as it became a good time to get going, you put on some stuff on a bag and asked your mom to take you there, something she reluctantly gave in to.

"Why you always put on that much perfume when you to Ellie's place?" She laughed.

"Only when I go to Ellie's place?"

"Whenever you're going the same place as her."

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You tried to dissuade her from her suspects.

"I'm your mother." She said, argumenting with the fact she knew you.

"I always put on perfume."

The conversation was left like that, your meddlesome mother always trying to know about your love life. Not something you complained about much, though. You understood that that was her way to show just how much she cared about you.

When you arrived, you greeted your mom with a kiss and went towards the door. You didn't even give the third knock to the door and Ellie was already opening it for you, such a gentleman.

"You're that desperate for me?" You mocked her, wishing she just said yes and kissed you.

"Shut up, I heard the car. And I'm not the one arriving..." She checked the clock she had been gifted by Joel before continuing her sentence. "Twenty-one minutes before."

"I don't like being late." You argued. And no, you didn't if you were going to see Ellie.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure."

6.30 p.m.

"Fuck!" She gasped, clamming her hands into your arm, which was now like Ellie's comfort teddy, for the sixth time or so now.

You did this on purpose. You knew how easily Ellie got scared and everytime you watched a horror movie she got closer and closer with each jumpscare until she was practically clinging onto you. More than half of the movie had passed and Ellie was holding onto your arm and her head rested in your shoulder like you were her mother. Oh, nevermind.

"You're such a baby." You laughed at her, feeling hotter than seconds ago since the pressure in your arm just reminded you of how close you were to your best friend.

"It's a horror movie!" She said, her cheeks tinted pink.

"No, it's It. This is practically a rom-com."

"You're crazy, you're never choosing again." She whined. "You always put m-" You put your hand over her mouth, willing her to stop talking while the movie was still playing on the TV. After that, she could yap for hours.

"Shut up, this is the best part." You said with your fingertips on her lips. Was she using a chapstick? You gave her a quick glance, unable to identify if there was any change in her lips colour since the lights were turned off. The dim light from the TV didn't allow you to see it, but you definitely could see Ellie's face was crimson red as her eyes shifted quickly between your eyes and your hand.

"You're kind of... red." You teased her, moving your hand to her forehead, which presented a normal temperature. She huffed sarcastically in response.

"Watch your movie." She frowned like a mad child and looked away.

"You like me, don't you?" You knew this probably wouldn't end well. Ellie couldn't promise anything to you if you didn't show her you like her and it was the same to you.

"Can you give me a drink? Like, juice?" She ignored you.

"Fine." You got up trying to push away the embarrassment you felt for yourself, your tone coming out of your mouth much colder than you pretended it to.

You went to the kitchen and looked into the fridge for the juice she asked for. She asked for apple juice because it was her favourite one but your favourite one was orange so, of course, she had some of it in the fridge, something that ocassioned a small smile to form on your lips. You picked the small apple juice box and returned to the couch.

"Here." You sat beside her and handed her the small box, and you didn't even get to lean on the back of the sofa because Ellie was already wrapping her arms around your waist, squeezing you like a dog biting a bone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the movie.

"Thanks." She said as she unwrapped the straw and pushed it through the small perforated hole of the box. She took a sip before looking at you.

"Of course." You smiled, not giving it much importance. Ellie put the box in the coffee table and rested her head in your chest again. She probably could hear the earthquackes going on in your heart. You put your arms around Ellie too; your grip was lazy and relaxed, unlike hers.

A scene that would freak the hell out of Ellie appeared on the screen and it caused no reaction on her. You turned your head to Ellie just to see what's going on and caught her staring at your lips; she immediately averted her gaze to your eyes.

"What?"

"I still think about it."

"About what?" You felt your cheeks boiling and melting in your face.

"Friday."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to kiss you again."

You sighed.

"Where is this going, Ellie?"

"Where?"

"Yeah, where. In case you don't remember, you got drunk, kissed me, flirted with me all night, in the morning you ran away and acted normally as always and now you say you want to kiss me?" There you were, throwing all the truth you had been hiding to the trash.

"I'm just confused." She muttered, looking away from your eyes.

"That's the problem. I'm not and you keep playing with me." The words slipped from your mouth and you held Ellie's arms trying to get rid of her embrace but she was stronger, her gaze piercing you.

"No, no, I mean, I'm not confused, I'm just... scared of losing you. But I can't keep doing this. I like you and you keep acting like that... You're the one playing with me. Straddling me just 'so do my eyeliner better', telling me you love me, hugging me all the time and then all the jealous thing with Lucy. Do you think I didn't notice what you were doing?" All those words came out from her mouth so fast that her lungs didn't have enough air and her face turned completely red, and if she had kept talking, she would have been blue.

Did she just say she liked you..?

"Her name was La-" She liked you.

"I don't care. What the fuck are we? What do you even wanna be?" She liked you. Her worried eyes were like lasers penetrating yours, demanding an answer from you. Yours darted to her plumped lips. What would her chapstick taste like?

She. Liked. You.

Your hand went to her soft cheek and you asked her with your gaze for her permission, your breathing turning heavy. You interpreted the response in her tough gaze as a 'yes, please.'

You cupped her face and pulled her in softly, scared of breaking the delicate situation between you, of destroying what you had in one move even if you had just told all the truth to her and nothing happened.

Her lips tasted like cherry. Delicious, sweet, wet. Just as in the other night, your mouths fitted perfectly in eachother's, there was no room for something else than being closer and closer with each second that passed by. The movie was forgotten long ago as you kept her close until your lungs started asking for some air and you pulled back, gasping.

Ellie smiled, her face had a shade of pink and she looked cuter than any other thing you have ever saw.

"So, we're..." Her green eyes shined with a mix of hope and anxiety as never before as she waited for your response.

"Girlfriends?" Ellie giggled at that, scratching her left ear.

"Yeah. it's official now."

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[hynzsn]

kiss my wounds ★ choi san

san x male reader

contents: fluff, light smut at the end, kissing, kissing hands / arms, thigh grabbing, sitting on lap

wc: 1.3k

summary: san asks his boyfriend to kiss his swollen knuckles after winning yet another boxing match.

a/n — this is literally like my first time writing a fic yall omfg!!! feedback is heavily appreciated, i’d really love opinions and thoughts on this. please spare me if this is complete trash >.< i’m still getting used to this and learning as i go along <33!!

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“8…9…10.”

and with the ring of the bell, the match that felt like it could’ve lasted a lifetime was finally declared over.

san was notorious for his opponents never passing anything but the second round, but today was different.

“and there we have it, ladies and gentlemen. referee kim hongjoong has called a stop to this contest at 3 minutes and 30 seconds into the third round, declaring the winner by knockout. choi san!”

despite his body physically feeling drained, san raised his arms to revel in that joyous feeling of being the winner, to have defeated the obstacle in his path to complete stardom—his opponent. in the crowd was y/n, wearing what seemed to be both a look of concern and frustration.

when san’s gaze fixed upon y/n, he recognized that look—the look he’d seen more times than he could count. for a second, san’s mind jumped to the countless times he’s had to reassure y/n, and it looked like today was going to be the same.

san wanted nothing more than to run over to y/n, exhausted body and all, but he knew right now wasn’t the time.

so, following protocol, san dropped his arms to his side and sauntered over to the ringside, where the medical staff could tend to his injuries and check for any signs of more serious damage. luckily, his opponent hadn’t caused any major damage; all he had were swollen knuckles and a slightly bruised left rib from where his opponent had gotten the better of him.

but that doesn’t take away from the fact that his opponent had more energy than the sun itself, an absolutely little firecracker that wouldn't go down. the crowd’s energy was still at its peak, but it was expected given the performance that san had just put on.

his eyes never left y/n’s, not even for a split second, even with the medical staff gently placing an ice pack on his slightly bruised ribs or with his coach practically drowning him in praise and awe. no, his eyes were on his beloved, the only person he cared about in this venue right now.

“locker room, meet me there in 10,” san mouthed, his eyes filled with nothing but love as he waited for y/n to respond.

y/n had responded with a simple nod, a smirk playing on the corner of san’s as he anticipated the moment of finally being with y/n. he’s been craving his boyfriend ever since y/n gave him his ritual good luck kiss earlier.

oh, y/n’s kisses felt like heaven for san; they felt like home. he could still taste the lingering scent of pineapple mint that radiated from y/n’s lip balm, a taste he had grown very fond of.

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once the medical staff had finished tending to his needs and had given him a thumbs up, san practically bolted to his locker room, and with the thought of y/n in his mind, it gave him an adrenaline rush like no other. there was also the fact that during the checkup, it gave him more than enough time to sit back and take a much-needed rest, giving him the respawn he needed for his time alone with y/n.

with the swing of his locker room door, san was only faced with nothing but an empty locker room. it was okay, though. given the number of people in the venue, he could only imagine the struggle to escape, from the wild fans to the mess on the floor from disposable cups and spilled food. he had expected for y/n to arrive a bit late.

he took the time to sit down on the locker room’s bench, purposefully choosing to position himself where his eyes could lock on the door, just waiting for y/n to arrive.

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the door to his locker room had finally swung open, and there was y/n walking in with that same concerned look. god, he looks so beautiful, san thought to himself.

“are you hurt?” y/n asked, rushing over to where san was seated, the shakiness in his voice showcasing just how concerned he was.

before san could even get an answer in, y/n had cut him off.

“what did the medical staff say? i want to know everything.” his eyes were boring into san, but all san could see was the amount of love y/n harbored for him, and the feeling was more than mutual.

“calm down, baby,” he said, his voice nothing but a soft and reassuring tone.

“i’m fine. just swollen knuckles, and my rib is bruised slightly, but nothing a little ice pack couldn’t take care of. there’s seriously nothing major.” san wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist, bringing him in even closer and sitting him down on his knee.

“really? are they sure? that fight looked... rough. y/n comfortably sat on san’s knee, his eyes still boring into san as he tried to search for any signs of discomfort or dishonesty plastered on his face, but was met with nothing.

“yes, baby, the medical staff team knows what they're doing. i wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if I wasn't okay.”

“but... my knuckles do hurt a bit. there is something I need—something that i desperately need, baby. and you're the only person who can give it to me.”

“what is it?” y/n had practically jumped out of san’s thigh, ready to get him whatever it is that he desperately needs.

a smirk played on the corner of san’s lips; this was exactly the moment he'd been waiting for.

“kisses.”

“kisses…?” y/n repeated, a small frown appearing on his face as if san had just asked for the impossible.

“yeah, kisses. kisses from my beautiful boyfriend. am I asking for too much?” san asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone.

a blush slightly creeped up on y/n’s face. “no, I just thought that you were going to ask for something, you know… serious.”

“but this is serious, baby!” san protested, his voice now a soft whine. his duality, from one minute being teasing and cocky to whiny and pouty, was seriously impressive, almost scarily impressive.

“look.” san held up his hands for y/n to see, showing his red-swollen knuckles. “don’t i deserve some tlc?" i just fought my ass off out there.”

y/n couldn't resist that soft, whiny voice—not now, not ever. it was as if a siren’s song had pulled him in.

the blush on y/n’s face deepened.

“okay, okay.”

y/n softly took san’s hands into his, bringing his hands up closer to his lips and tenderly planting kisses on the swollen knuckles. all the while, he kept eye contact with san.

san let out a soft sigh at the feeling of y/n’s lips on his skin. it felt like he was floating in the clouds with every kiss. y/n’s kisses were so soft and so loving. so… so… san couldn't even think; all he could do was just revel in the way y/n kissed his swollen knuckles.

“this is the best kind of pain relief anybody could ever ask for. kisses from my baby, ” he purred, closing his eyes and leaning back on the bench, the back of his head back against the lockers, as y/n kissed up his hands, going from the back of his hands to his wrists, even working his way slowly up his bare arm. the feint taste of sweat and musk lingering on y/n’s lips.

“you’re so cheesy,” y/n said, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips as he gave san’s arm one last kiss, directly on his bicep.

san opened his eyes and watched as y/n now made his way up from his bicep to just inches away from his lips. his mouth suddenly got dry, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips.

“yeah, I am. but you know you love me for it, baby,” he said confidently, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against y/n’s in an affectionate and soft kiss. 

y/n eagerly returned the kiss, moving his lips to match san’s rhythm, letting his body loosen up as he felt san’s calloused hands gripping onto his thighs and pulling him down onto his lap.

 “yeah, I do.”

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Summer challenge.

Stays in Mexico

Prompt: Summer | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Recreational Alcohol Use, Sex | Tags: Summer Vacation, Anniversary, Long-Term Relationship, Older Married Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Platonic Stobin, Long-Suffering Robin, Putting Up With These Two Dinguses

Sitting at the bar in the Cabo Wabo Cantina, is a perfect golden god, all tanned skin, lush hair, and moles that Eddie would kill to trace with his tongue. Dressed a little dorky, for sure, like he's came straight from a Jimmy Buffett concert, but still fucking gorgeous. 

Eddie can overlook the Hawaiian shirt, the khaki dad cargo shorts and the flip flops. 

He can even overlook the gold wedding band. If Eddie can ignore the one on his own finger, he can ignore the one this guy is wearing.

And Eddie can't tear his fucking eyes away. He watches from across the room, tequila in hand. They couldn't be more different. Eddie is midnight. 

And he's sunshine. 

He's even got some sort of drink monstrosity in front of him, all fruit and umbrellas and a goddamn curly straw. 

It's endearing. 

Eddie bets he tastes like pineapple. 

He wants to find out. 

It's been decided. Eddie has to talk to him, has to shoot his shot, has to try and bite off more than he can chew tonight. There's no way around it. 

So, Eddie sidles up to him at the bar, leaning close.

"Are you a Parrot Head?" 

"Am I a what?" the guy asks, and Eddie chuckles. 

"Nevermind," Eddie says, the guy must just enjoy a loud shirt. "This your regular spot?" Eddie follows up. Like he can't tell he's a tourist. 

"No, it's my first time here," Steve says.

"Same," Eddie answers, and he asks questions, wanting to know more about this man sitting all alone tonight.

Turns out, his name is Steve. A first grade school teacher. Hawkins, Indiana.

Eddie pushes Steve up against the light pole in the bar parking lot, waiting for a cab back to the resort. Pressing his mouth against Steve's, thigh sliding between Steve's legs, pressing upwards. He's hard, Steve's hard, and he really, really wants Steve to come back to his room with him.

"The things I want you to do to me, they're fucking filthy," Steve whispers against Eddie's mouth.

"I'll do 'em. Anything, everything. We're in Mexico. There's shit down here the devil himself wouldn't do. But me? I will. With a goddamn smile." 

And Steve grins, pressing right up against Eddie, "You better." 

Steve's moaning, feet curled around Eddie's waist, squirming all over the bed. 

"Hold still, you wiggle worm," Eddie says and Steve laughs. It's gorgeous.

"It just feels too good," Steve whines, bucking, pushing himself back further onto Eddie's dick. 

"If you want to drive, just say so, sweetheart," Eddie says. 

"Just fuck me harder," Steve says. 

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"The nag I'm married to. All the time," Steve says, and that won't do. Not at all. 

Eddie pulls out, and Steve whines about it, but Eddie manhandles Steve over onto his knees, nudging him towards the head of the bed. 

Steve grabs the headboard, and leans forward, so Eddie can thrust back into him as hard as he can. They're both gonna feel it tomorrow. 

Good.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Steve chants. 

"Eddie is fine," Eddie says, and Steve laughs, shaking them both. Eddie grips his shoulder, looking at Steve's strong fucking back, with the miles and miles of freckles. 

"You're fucking hot," Eddie says and Steve tilts his head backwards, so he can look at Eddie. 

Eddie takes the opportunity, and kisses him, as he keeps snapping his hips. 

Steve finally pulls back from the kiss, and whispers right against Eddie's mouth, "Come in me." 

Jesus Christ, it takes everything Eddie has to not do it right that second. 

But Steve stills, tensing, moaning, and he's coming, clenching Eddie's cock. 

And Eddie comes in him, just as requested. Slumping forward, kissing his shoulder, his neck. 

Steve lets go of the headboard and stretches both arms behind him, wrapping them around Eddie's head, holding Eddie to him. In him. 

Holy shit. Steve Harrington. Eddie cannot believe his luck. 

The night rolls into day, and they stumble down the beach, finding chairs, drinking again. 

One more margarita, and Eddie's falling in love. Then it's shots of tequila, and he's licking the salt off Steve's warm skin. 

They wade out into the water, and Steve's skin is slick, slippery, as Eddie clings to him in the ocean. Floating with the motion of the waves, trying to look innocent as Eddie works his hand inside Steve's swim trunks, under the water.

Hard cock in hand, as Steve breathes in his ear, hot and heavy. 

Eddie's memorizing it all, before this ends.

The sand and seawater washed off, Eddie's holding the phone. 

"Your wife," Eddie says, covering the receiver, "Please don't tell her about me, and our torrid vacation love affair."

Steve rolls his eyes. 

"Hello, wife. How are the kids?" Steve asks.

Eddie put it on speakerphone before handing it over, and now Robin's voice is filling the room.

"Gross, no. Don't involve me in your kinky sex shit," she says, and Eddie laughs right along with Steve.

"You knew the risk when you befriended me, Buckley," Eddie shouts, starting to pack up their stuff.

"I befriended Steve-"

"Because he's your soulmate," Eddie teases.

"-and you just came along with him. An unwanted free gift with purchase."

"Hey!" Eddie laughs out, but he knows she loves him. Not as much as she loves Steve, but she does love him. Whether she likes that fact or not.

"When's your flight getting in?" Robin asks.

"Ten-fifteen."

"I hate you both, you know that, right? You couldn't arrange daytime flights?" 

"You love me," Steve says.

Eddie interrupts their banter, "Thanks for watching the kids. Let me say hi." 

"They won't come to the phone. They haven't missed you at all. They're hoping Aunt Robin stays forever." 

Eddie laughs, picturing their two black cats that Robin is only slightly allergic to, both happy and full of treats. 

They probably don't miss them. 

"Happy anniversary, dinguses. See you at eleven." 

"Ten-fifteen!" Steve screams, but she's already hung up. 

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Notes: This is based off the Toby Keith song Stays in Mexico and I've wanted to do something for Steddie with it for a long time. The first line is "His name was Steve..." and that obviously gave me ideas, haha.

Lots of the lyrics show up in the fic, in some fashion, but I flipped it so it was just role-playing cheating, not real cheating. Fun fact: I contemplated writing it as part of the Take the Money and Run epilogue in 2022, that's how long this has been kicking around my head.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Release

@jegulus-microfic June 15, Word count 588

Previous part First part

They were meeting his parents at the fun fair and then following them back to theirs for dinner. 

“Hi Mum, hi Dad,” He waved above the crowd as they picked up their tickets and headed towards them. Effie grabbed him, but instead of pulling him in for a hug she pulled his shirt up and spun him around. “Mum! What are you doing?!” James yelped as he tried to tug his shirt back down. 

“Just checking dear,” She said with a straight face. 

“Mum!” James groaned in embarrassment as he looked apologetically at Remus, who was trying to keep a straight face.

"Can't be too careful what with all these crazed doctors needing kidneys for their patients." Monty chuckled, clapping his hand on Remus's shoulder. 

When she finally stopped manhandling him, James pecked a kiss on her cheek as well as his dad, Regulus and a rather shocked Remus, before grabbing Sirius and running towards the tallest ride they could find. 

Sirius was the brother he never had. He had the same slightly mental need for fun and their sense of humour was on par. 

He looked at the leg twister, a huge roller coaster that dangled you below the track and the force of the turns literally twisted your legs. He caught Sirius’s eye and nodded his head at it, Sirius wiggled his eyebrows in answer and, without words, he knew exactly what Sirius was saying. They ran forward to get in line. 

It was amazing. He’d been thrown back into his seat and had no control over his legs. He and Sirius had woohoo’d the whole way around and with their arms flung above their heads. After it was over, they waited patiently for the man to come around and release them from their seats. James’s hair was stuck up like he’d been electrocuted, while Sirius looked perfectly windswept, and he could have just walked off the set of a photoshoot. He was only jealous for a split second before he was back to being excited. Sirius had pointed out the second-biggest ride. 

“Wait, does this go backwards?!” Sirius asked, looking up at the carts that were indeed hurtling around the track backwards. James looked at him and all they needed was a curl of their lips, and they were sprinting towards it. They ran straight past Regulus and Remus, who had the biggest candy floss sticks he'd ever seen. 

“Hi, love,” He waved on the way past. 

James and Sirius must have been on every ride at least twice. And they would have gone again, but both of their phones pinged at the same time. 

‘Oi, hurry up. Remus and I are starving, and your mum keeps talking about the meatballs she’s made, and your dad is actively trying to kill me with his descriptions of the chocolate cake he's made. It oozes chocolate James, oozes! Remus is literally foaming at the mouth. I worry about my safety.’ 

The message from Regulus made him smile broadly. He showed it to Sirius and Sirius showed him the less polite version Remus had sent. 

“Dr Lupin, you treat patients with that mouth?” James laughed as he handed Sirius his phone back. 

They made one last pit stop before they went back to the car and their waiting boyfriends. James just hoped that Regulus was still in one piece left alone with a ravenous Remus, who James had on good authority, was a biter. James did not ask Sirius to explain further as they hurried towards the exit.  

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[porcelainmortal]

for the kiss thing plz

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss firstprince :)

henry pov plz :)

Thank you for the ask, @onthewaytosomewhere!

I received this same ask twice and offered Mel the option of choosing another color heart or getting Henry's POV of the ficlet I posted earlier. I had this in my head while I wrote the other version, just in case, and I was delighted to get to write it down. I hope you enjoy!!

When Henry kissed Alex in the early hours of New Year’s Day 2020, it was entirely impulsive. He surprised himself by acting on years of desire, emboldened by too much alcohol and his frustration with Alex’s inability to understand him. Henry was so sure that he’d ruined everything, but Alex had surprised him by pulling him into the Red Room at the State Dinner and kissing him again. 

Now, several years on, kissing Alex is still one of Henry’s favourite pastimes. He can’t imagine any situation in which he’d turn down a kiss from Alex, who kisses with all the intensity and passion that he does everything else in life. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but Henry is slightly addicted to it. 

Which is why he absolutely loves it when Alex sneaks up on him at random times to lay one on him. Everything from a soft, chaste kiss that would be acceptable in polite company, to a searing kiss that makes his knees weak and inevitably leads to things they can only do in private, Henry is eager for them all. He knows Alex loves it too, and Henry wants to sneak up and surprise kiss him in return. But he always seems to be spoiling it somehow and Alex can sense him coming no matter what. 

One time, he’d nearly gotten his nose broken and ruined a fresh bowl of guacamole. After that, he swore to never try and sneak up on Alex again.

And yet, an opportunity presents itself one day that Henry can’t quite resist. He’s been in meetings at the shelter all day, but his last one was cancelled – a small miracle, for which Henry thanks all the gods he knows. 

When he returns to the brownstone, he’s a good ninety minutes earlier than expected, though he’s surprised to find it empty. He toes off his shoes by the front door, calling for Alex and David, but neither of them appear. It’s early summer but not as hot as it has been the past week, so Henry’s not surprised to look out the French doors that lead to the back patio and see David snoozing under a tree while Alex waters the gardens.

He realises that Alex is sufficiently distracted and he might actually have his chance. He eases the door open, stepping out onto the deck in his stockinged feet. Leaving the door cracked so as not to make any excessive noise, Henry sneaks down to the grass, stepping up right behind Alex. When it’s clear he still hasn’t been heard, it’s all he can do to bite back a giggle. 

Henry reaches out to grab Alex and turn him quickly, Henry’s arms wrapping around that narrow waist to steady him. He delights, probably a bit too much, in the shock that registers on Alex’s face in the split second before Henry is pulling him into a deep kiss. When they’re both out of breath, Henry pulls back and it’s clear that Alex is feeling the effects of that kiss as well. 

“Hello, love.” Henry can’t fight the satisfied smile splitting his cheeks.

“Hi,” Alex breathes out, staring up at Henry with a dazed look on his face. “You’re home early.”

Henry can’t resist being a little cheeky, teasing Alex about how he finally managed to surprise him. Alex brushes it off, blaming the noises in the yard, but Henry won’t let him off that easily. 

He leans towards Alex, wanting so badly to kiss him again, but unable to resist the urge to toy with him a bit. Alex’s eyes are locked on Henry’s mouth, clearly waiting for him to make the next move, but Henry holds back. He watches Alex, his eyes roaming that stunning face, waiting for his brown eyes to find Henry’s again.

“Okay, you surprised me, alright?” Alex admits with a roll of his eyes. “Just kiss me again.”

“Yes, love,” Henry says, all too happy to comply. He pulls Alex in again, revelling in the crush of their lips and the sweet press of Alex’s tongue. The sun shines down and David snore in the shade and the birds keep chirping and Henry kisses Alex.

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[judesimagine]

Smut with Jude getting jealous of the tight mini dress you were wearing at the club

ꕥ 𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒎 ꕥ ~ 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔

You and your boyfriend are heading to an club in Ibiza, since he made his season done.

You wear an white tight dress that is hugging your body so good. With black YSL heels with your hair down and some gold jewellery.

You walked into the living room that Jude rented in Ibiza, he looked at you and smirked.

Jude’s pov: “damn she’s looking fine..”

He walked towards you and wrap his arm around your waist.

“You look amazing but don’t you think that dress is too tight? Those guys in the club will come and hit on you. And you know I can’t let them do that to my girl.” He whisperd in your ear

“You think that I care about them? I ghost them and you know that.” You said “yeah but still those guys are looking at your ass, they gonna flirt with you, they gonna dance with yo-“

You stopped him talking “Jude let it go you know I’m not gonna do something back to those jerks.”

Jude looks at you then and smirks “okay fine then.” He kissed your lips for 5 seconds and then let your waist go.

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In the club, you were heading to the public bathroom going to the toilet while your boyfriend is waiting for you to come back.

After some minutes you came back. you were walking back until an random guy stopped you. You look up at that some guy and he smiled trying to flirt with you but you just pushed him away.

Jude saw it and immediately heading to you. He pushed that guy away from you with all jealousy and anger.

“Wtf you thinking you doing? Back off prick”

He grabbed your arm leading you away from the public.

“What did I tell you about this dress don’t wear it in public!” He said rough with an hint of jealous.

“Then why did I buy this dress then? For some aliens or something?! As if I want attention from these creeps” you said

“Don’t you fucking play with me now y/n” he said while pointing a finger to you. “if we go back to our villa, I swear to God I'm going to rip that dress off of you and I'm not fucking joking. You fucking heard me?!”

“God you’re so problematic, why don’t you believe me when I say I don’t care about these guys but you? Why!?” You said raising your voice.

He grabbed your chin forcing you to shut your mouth.

“Your gonna listen to me whatever I’ll say okay?” He said with an rough voice.

You nodded slowly while looking at his eyes. He let your chin go

“Now, I’m gonna call the taxi again so we can go back to our villa.” He grabbed your hand and you sighed and then holding his hand walking outside with him. As he drags your Chanel bag.

[rosesradio]

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[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 08:45 P.M 」

18+ suggestive content! cw. cockwarming. based on this ask and thirst idea in my inbox💁🏻‍♀️ psa: reader makes the first move 🤞🏻

a part of gojo's love entries

“hah—hah, sweets, wait—!”

now, now… what a rare sight. you don’t usually climb on top of your husband and attack him with senseless kisses on your own accord— usually it’s the opposite.

but ever since satoru got you pregnant, and now that you had reached the end of your first trimester, your hormones were at most turbulent, and you could get turned on over random things he did.

“hah—” he groaned, throwing his head back when your sinful lips trailed kisses on his neck, and your hand played with his length, squeezing him and making him harder by each second.

both of you were still fully clothed and he wasn’t even out of his pants yet— you just unzipped and took the prize.

for god’s sake, he thought. you looked so fine taking charge of him and making him writhe like this.

“satoru—” your voice was feathery as you breathed in his neck, before sucking it hard and making him grunt. you let go of his length, pressed your body closer, and then started grinding against him.

in your defense, your husband looked delectable these days. you didn’t know why, but seeing him all happy made you want to keep him inside your pocket or mark him so everyone would know that he was yours.

that even when he casually throws that silly grin to everyone, it is you who have his entire being.

“whoa—” satoru took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “sexy… what brought this—ah—on?”

“your fault.” you murmured, nibbling on his neck and sneakily unbuttoning his shirt. “you— manspread a lot.”

“huh…?”

“you were baiting me.”

you didn’t give him a chance to react as you devoured his lips next, placing both hands on his neck— suck, suck, suck and bite —and coupled by the feeling of your still clothed slit pressed against his bare cock, satoru grunted and let out a low moan.

“so—haah—spreading my legs… is a crime now, eh?”

“not when—mmm—in front of me.”

“you’re going to be the death— of me.” satoru chuckled, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper wife—he supposed he already knew that but tonight really drove the fact home.

he was a mess—swollen lips, heavily panting—and damn, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch—

“don’t t-tease me… sweets.” his voice was rough as he heaved a breath. you had cleverly dragged his inner desire enough for him not to think straight and oh suddenly he had a vision—

“—toru,” and the final straw was your small, needy tone.

with that, his senses went flying out the window. he didn’t really think much when he grabbed you close, slipped his fingers inside your panties to feel your wetness, before tearing it off and turning you over, causing you to fall back into his chest—

—followed by spreading your legs and rolling his hips, and effectively sheathing his hardened cock inside you.

“mphm!” you let out a hitched sigh, feeling so incredibly full all of a sudden.

“well, look at how the tables have turned.” you heard your husband snickering behind you.

you were still trying to catch your breath when you got distracted by his large hand under your dress, spreading across your belly and pressing on your barely noticeable baby bump ever so slightly.

you let out a mewl and as if he just realized what he did, satoru turned to you. “hey, you okay? is this comfy for you?”

you panted, looking away. “…comfy.”

“well, good. the moment you feel any discomfort, you have to tell me, ‘kay?”

“mm-hmm.”

“wanna move?”

“no, just… stay like this.”

“fine by me,” satoru licked his lips, feeling his hardness throbbing inside your tight folds. even after he had fucked a baby into you, the way you took him inside never failed to leave him breathless.

“well, now on to a more pressing issue…” he turned your chin towards him with his other hand, a giddy grin split his handsome face. “mind telling me, why did you suddenly pounce on me like that, hmm?”

your face burned with embarrassment. you couldn't possibly tell him that he was so irresistible you just had to bite him now, could you?

“can’t i? would you rather i don’t do it at all?”

“trying to evade the question, i see...” satoru’s smile evolved into a knowing smirk. “i seem to recall you finding me attractive for spreading my legs though but whatever. i’m happy either way, so right, let’s resume—”

he tapped your lower belly. “another pop-up quiz: what do you feel more here... me or our baby?”

you squirmed in his lap, feeling him twitch inside you and your entire body set ablaze. god. i’ve picked a wrong fight.

“no response? failing to answer will result in me deducting your marks, you know~”

“...is this your new kink? roleplaying as teacher?”

“i am a licensed teacher, sweets. i’m just putting things to practice~”

you wanted to facepalm. how was it that even in sex he was always finding ways to make you laugh?

“time’s up, little wifey,” satoru chuckled and oh lord, the way his body shook also made his cock vibrate inside you, splitting you further. “for the sake of time and my poor honey’s very delicate condition, i’ll grant your wish.”

you snorted. “what are you on this time?”

“turning your horny thoughts into reality,” he retorted, playfully pursing his lips. “but first thing first, i’ll have to regretfully pull out. we need to change positions. you’ll stay under me and let me do the rest, ’kay?”

you accidentally let out a whine at the sudden feeling of loss—your pussy clenching around nothing. but as he laid you down and discarded his pants, you were met with the bright gleam of his eyes and wicked grin... and you could already feel yourself growing wet once more.

“don’t worry, sweets... i’ll soon make you feel sooo good— just like i always have, yeah?”

[screampied]

horny reader sending toji soapy titties pics when he's out so he gets home and makes her cum by just playing with her nipples and talking her through it :3

۫ ⭒ toji talking you through an órgasm after you tease him with pics while he’s at work

warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, praise / mdni.

you always loathed whenever toji had work, meaning he’d be gone for so many hours.

boredom always overtook you.

you’d be laid on the bed, specifically his side of the bed while having a staring contest with the ceiling. nevertheless, you get an idea so you decide to take a nice relaxing bubble bath. with a good thirty minutes of straight silence—you reach for your phone, snapping a good two pictures of tits. the pretty bubbles of soap that ran down, you bring a hand up to give your nipple a soft squeeze as the camera flashed before sending it to toji.

giggling, you watch as the message immediately goes straight to read, meaning toji opened your picture immediately.

of course, it took toji about thirty seconds to actually reply — all he replies with is with a subtle, “That’s cute. I’ll be home in a few.”

deeply in thought, you pondered what that was about, you just couldn’t wait for toji to finally be home. you clearly missed him and even changed into something pretty for him.

nothing too risqué….

just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his clothings. after drying yourself off and moisturizing with candied smelling lotion. you crawled back into the bed and as if right on cue, toji came through the door.

“toji!” you’d beam, stretching your arms out and about to hug him.

“nah baby, don’t touch me.” he grumbles in a gruff voice—you took in his scent, a strong rousing cologne scent that left you craving for more. he got into the bed and you gasp once he lifts up your ; his shirt. “you know you’re in trouble right?”

you grow quiet as he snuggles up against you, sliding off his shoes before bringing your straight into his arms. “what for?”

“girl,” he utters in a rasp, you let off a soft moan once toji drags you towards his lap—you’re facing the opposite way of him, and a rough hand of his grabs onto your right tit. “you’ve got some nerve, princess. not only were you touching yourself while i wasn’t here, but you also sent pictures of yourself to me while i was at work,” and you start to softly pant, feeling him swipe a thumb against your perky nipple. “what if i was around people huh? and they saw my cute baby all exposed ‘n provocative?”

“i’m…s-sorry, you huffed out a frustrated breath. his touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated, in that kind of way. the way that makes you drenched between your thighs. “you were gone all day ‘n i thought i’d show you myse—”

“i understand princess but you shouldn’t be touching yourself in the first place,” and for a moment his voice grew smooth and tender—you slump your head back against his chest before he moved his free hand towards between your legs. “what’d i tell you about touching yourself, girl? besides, ya can’t even do it properly.”

you heard the low snicker follow shortly afterwards, and he was so smug and condescending.

“ya can’t even touch yourself right, what makes you think you can make yourself cum?” he murmurs against your neck before playfully licking a stripe against your tender skin.

you start to whimper, feeling him squeeze against your left breast, another rubbing against your panties.

“i-i can.” you pout, intaking a sharp breath from the sheer warmth to of his touch.

“baby, y’er fingers are fuckin’ useless,” he chuckles. you frown from his teasing before you let off a soft moan once you feel toji’s thick fingers graze and brush against the middle part of your panties. “gotta do everything for you,” he sighs, planting a kiss against your collarbone. he felt you breathing back against him. you gnaw on your lip as toji’s still playing with your breasts. “did you touch down here?”

your breathing continued to pick up, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second. “um, no.”

“um, yeah,” he hisses. toji’s jaw tightens and you let off a needy mewl once he runs a thumb down your slit before feeling it slowly sink in—you’re so wet it happens so easily, and your heads just lazily laid back against his chest. “if you didn’t touch yourself, how come you’re all drenched?”

“i was—”

“dumb soaked liars shouldn’t speak,” he cuts you off, and you moan once he presses a little pressure against your hardened nipple, feeling a bit a few droplets of water trickle down. “i don’t hold grudges though, especially not with you, baby,” and his words were tame and smooth right against your ear. “but i feel kinda bad. least i can do is give you an orgasm huh? ya want that, princess?”

you sniffle, giving his wrist a firm tug. “yesyes, please. touch me more.”

“shouldn’t do shit after that little slutty stunt you pulled,” he growls, and you moan once he starts to maneuver small circles against your cunt—two fingers now softly making its way inside. toji’s got your panties shoved to the side and your bottom lip quavers. “but…i don’t wanna make my baby more needy than she has to be.”

“toji,” you’d sulk, and the warmth of his breath forevermore continued to blow against your ear whenever he laughed. “make me cum, p-please.”

he was so smooth with his fingers, adding just enough pressure to where you’re feeling yourself grow hot and bothered each second.

“no one should see these girls but me,” he snickers, giving your nipple a soft squeeze. you were so sensitive, especially there—yet he knew that. “her too.” toji coyly grins, the top of his fingers prod against clit as he feels you bare around his digits. “can’t leave ya by yourself can i? i can just imagine how many others times you were here waiting, playing with yourself, hmpf.”

“it— it was just this one time.” you moaned, immense tension building up. a sudden breeze of from the cool air danced against your skin. toji smiles, knowing each exact angle to hit you with his fingers.

you remain sojourned against his chest, and toji brings his chin towards your right shoulder—you conceal an incoming moan once he’s just lightly ramming his fingers in and out of you. it’s sloppy, the plethora rings of squelches sang in harmony and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. “and it’ll be the last right, baby?”

“yes. promise, toji please.” you’d hiccup, and as he still has one of your breasts in the inner depths of his hand, your legs trembled in longing desire.

“okay,” he purrs, nipping a kiss towards your neck. you pierce your nails into his arm before after a few long tension building moments. you cum, and you cum hard. you eye sight hazy, swallowing thickly you panted heavily. “good girl, good messy girl. relax.”

you huffed and puffed quietly, legs stuttering and shaking with such pleasure that you’re at an almost lost for words. so embarrassing you could barely pronounciate his name. your words broke and broke. “t-to-joiiii.”

“poor baby,” he whispers, fingers still shoved into your pussy. it stays there for the time being before you feel him curl his index finger just a few inches upward towards your sweet nub and you choke out a cry. “ooh. that’s a good little girl,” and his praises went straight to your heart. toji’s hand caressingly trailed down your chest towards your tummy before clearing his throat. “this won’t happen again, will it?”

“m-maybe.” you slur, and you’re taken aback once he turns you over to give you a chaste kiss.

toji stares at you before groaning. “thought you’d say that. what a fuckin’ shame,” and you gasp out a noise once toji makes you land on your chest before giving your ass a playful spank. “i’ve been too nice, princess. now i gotta really show you what your pictures did to me. so arch for me.”