#ugh i never want to type a name again

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

been getting into bnha as of late

[lesbiansanemi]

Currently trying not to vomit over the fact that I essentially just lost almost a thousand dollars brb

[vamplvs]

TYPES OF KISSES

characters — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd warnings — lots of fluff, a bit of swearing, and it gets a little suggestive in jason's notes — this is my first time back on tumblr in about a year or two so forgive me for any errors/organizational issues. also for the record i absolutely pictured battinson

BRUCE WAYNE. — trailing kisses

after a gala, bruce is always worn out. it's draining being in front of press and high society—if that's what gotham's equivalent of socialite extravagance can really be called—for hours on end. putting on a pretty smile, dancing around questions regarding the dark shadow looming over gotham's underbelly, and shaking hands with people he couldn't care less about. none of it is remotely interesting, and being trapped there for hours lest he face alfred's wrath is all the more frustrating.

"how was the night, b?" you speak softly as he sulks into your bedroom, his suit jacket long abandoned elsewhere in the manor.

he only hums in response.

"that bad, huh?" you put down your book and got up from the bed, smoothly making your way over to him. as you get closer, you catch the furrow of his brow and the dip of his frown. "c'mon, lets get to bed, yeah?"

"please." it's a quiet reply, low in the back of his throat.

you make quick work of his cufflinks and the buttons of his shirt, and in no time at all, he's in nothing more than a pair of briefs.

"why don't i go with you next time?" you pull him towards the bed, "i mean, i don't mind wrangling the public." in a swift motion, you fall onto the bed.

"i won't ask that of you."

"that's why i'm offering, baby," you smile up at him, motioning for him to lay down next to him. "if it'd ease your nerves, i would be happy to go with you." you press one kiss to his shoulder, then another just above that one until you reach the edge of his jaw.

bruce wraps a warm hand around you, pulling you closer to him, and you simply continue trailing kisses across his jaw, his cheeks, until just before you reach his lips.

"i would do just about anything if it meant making you happy."

"i know," he whispers at you, deep blue eyes staring intently into yours. a careful hand works its way to the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

DICK GRAYSON. — silencing kisses

"ugh, he was just so-" you cut yourself off with a groan, scrubbing harder at the dishes in the sink. "i mean, seriously, who on earth does that?"

dick snickers behind you, a bemused smile dancing across his face.

"the nerve of some people! why would that question even cross your-" there's a clattering of dishes as one slipps out of your hand. "god dammit!"

"hey, c'mon," dick's hands are suddenly around your waist, "why don't we take a break?"

you turn to face him now, frustration painted on every plane of your face. "no, i need to finish the dishes, or they'll just sit-"

"we can finish them tomorrow," he says with an easy smile, and it's hard not to listen to his voice of reason when he looks at you that way. it's all soft eyes flitting across your face from your eyes to your lips.

"i know the way we are," you huff, "they'll never get done."

"i promise i'll help you tomorrow." he squeezes your waist reassuringly, pulling you towards him and away from the already doomed dream of finishing the dishes tonight.

"but you said you had to-"

"nope, i'm helping you with dishes now. that's the plan."

"but you're already behind on-"

he cuts you off with a kiss, slow and gentle. "i can worry about that tomorrow."

"you really shouldn't-"

he cuts you off yet again, a cheeky grin spreading on his face. "i can keep doing this all night if you really want me to."

"dick," you groaned, your head falling onto his shoulder. he only wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"i can tell when you're saying my name and when you're not, y'know," mirth lacing his words, and you can't help but crack a smile. "you're always telling me to take care of myself, so let me do that for you just this once, okay?"

JASON TODD. — breathless kisses

the adrenaline of the night is already starting to wear thin as you rounded a corner into a dark alley, jason trailing after you. laughter is in the air, and for the first time in a long time, a patrol feels like something more than a task to complete.

"careful, red, it looks like you're getting slow!" you call back to him, feet pounding across the pavement as you race forward towards the fire escape of the building ahead of you.

"oh, yeah?" he shouts in return, fighting to keep the smile out of his voice—even through the mask. he pushes himself forward, ignoring the burn in his legs from the exertion of the night. within a moment, he's past you, using a grapple to propel himself to the top of the building.

"that's cheating!" you scale the fire escape as quickly as you can, panting by the time you reach the top. jason is already a rooftop over by the time you get there, and it's a good thing you're faster on foot than he is—even if only just.

he simply laughs, continuing his dash to the safe house only a few blocks away. you manage to catch up to him, heart beating out of your chest as you both run in tandem, leaping over gaps between buildings and trying to trip each other up. it's only once you both run down yet another fire escape leading to the window of your shared apartment that jason pulls forward once and for all, a grin under his mask as he hears you groan behind him.

in one swift movement, he slides the window open and slips inside. once you get inside, jason already has his mask off and there's a smug smirk on his face.

"what was that about me getting slow?" his chest is still heaving.

you can't help but laugh. "only because you cheated!"

"no such thing in gotham, baby." he pulls you forward by the arm, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

you smile at him, rolling your eyes and still breathing heavily. jason's eyes flit between yours and your lips for no longer than a moment before he kisses you again.

between light, breathless kisses, his hands find themselves wrapped around your waist, and before you know it he has you both dropping onto the couch. your legs are spread over his lap, and you pull away for just a second, forehead pressed to his.

"as much as i love the whole body armor look, why don't we take all this off, yeah?" you murmur.

"i like the sound of that."

[sunshinesfreckless]

We Never Broke up….right….?

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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: Felix just can‘t seem to let go of his Ex. Idek if it makes sense i just wildly typed something out in my notes app.

Warnings: Smut Smut Smut. Minors DNI 😛

A/N: Felix was so hot at the Louis Vuitton show yesterday…. expect a fic about it.

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Y/N hated him.

Not the way people toss the word around casually—ugh I hate that guy—but the kind of hate that sits inside your chest like wet cement, heavy and permanent, poured in the shape of his name.

She hated how he broke her heart like it was a disposable thing. She hated how cool and detached he’d looked doing it, like he hadn’t spent months memorizing her coffee order and the birthmark on her thigh. She hated his new Instagram photos: hair wet, jaw clenched, staring into the lens like it owed him something. She hated seeing other girls repost them. She hated the ads—the LED screens flashing his face, the soft-focus images of his smile on bus stops and subway walls. She hated that just the sight of him could gut her like a fish.

And worst of all, she hated that even now—months later—she still knocked on his door. Or he knocked on hers. Depending on who broke first.

Tonight, it was him.

She heard the knock before she saw him. No words, no messages. Just a knock like a reflex.

She didn’t ask who it was. Didn’t need to.

When she opened the door, he was already looking down—hood low, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, glasses doing nothing to hide the sharp lines of a face that still lived in her memories like a ghost refusing to leave. She didn’t speak. Neither did he.

She just stepped aside.

It always started the same.

His mouth on hers like an apology he didn’t know how to say. Her nails on his skin like a punishment he knew he deserved. Their bodies colliding with the violence of everything they refused to speak aloud.

“Still mad at me?” he asked against her neck, breath warm.

She pulled his shirt up over his head, eyes dark. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But her hands trembled.

He smirked, the cocky, infuriating grin she used to kiss just to shut him up. “You always say that. Right before you let me fuck you into the mattress.”

She did.

And she let him again.

Because Felix always knew how to break her open in bed. He touched her like he owned her. Fucked her like no one else mattered. Whispered things in her ear that made her knees buckle, his voice deep and rough and aching with something they refused to name.

He always knew just how deep to go. How long to stay inside her before she broke.

She’d come undone beneath him, clinging to his back, his name bitten into her pillow. And when it was over, when her chest heaved and his lips hovered just above her skin, they both stayed frozen.

Like maybe if they didn’t speak, they could pretend it was something else.

That they weren’t exes. That they hadn’t ruined each other.

“You should go,” she whispered into the silence.

He didn’t move.

Instead, he brushed his thumb across the curve of her hip like he was tracing a memory. His eyes softened for just a second. “You still wear the necklace I gave you.”

She slapped his hand away.

“Don’t do that,” she said. “Don’t pretend this is sweet.”

“It was sweet,” he murmured, quieter now. “Sometimes.”

“Yeah, well. Sometimes wasn’t enough.”

She turned away, curling into herself, sheets tangled at her waist.

He sat up, watching her like she might disappear. Like he wanted to say something, but didn’t trust himself not to say too much…..

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She didn’t know how they ended up like this again. He was supposed to perform at a show tonight.

But Felix had her pulled back into him, her spine curved flush against his chest. One of his hands was between her legs, slick and cruelly slow, while the other was wrapped around her throat.

Not tight. Just enough to make her breath catch, just enough to make her thighs tremble.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Still like it when I do this, baby?” he murmured against her ear, voice low and hoarse from how long they’d been at it. “Knew you’d come crawling back for it.”

She didn’t answer—couldn’t, not with his forearm curved so perfectly under her jaw, lean bicep pressed right against the side of her neck. He kept his grip precise, just how she liked it. He’d always had strong arms, dancer-lean and deceptively firm. And when he used them like this—slow pressure, whispering filth into her hair—she completely came undone.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets. “Fuck, Felix—”

He chuckled darkly, kissing the hinge of her jaw, licking a stripe up to her ear. “This pussy misses me,” he groaned, rocking his hips into her from behind. “So fucking tight around me. You think anyone else can fuck you like this?”

He punctuated it with a hard thrust, choking her a little more as her eyes fluttered shut.

“You think they know what you look like when you’re like this?” he rasped. “Falling apart, drooling all over the pillow, letting me use you like this?”

His breath stuttered. He held her tighter—not just around the neck, but her waist too, as if he couldn’t stand the idea of her slipping away.

“I swear to God,” he whispered, a tremor in his voice now, “no one else gets to see you like this. No one.”

She moaned helplessly, back arching against him as his rhythm quickened, hips slamming into her from behind in perfect, brutal strokes. His fingers moved to her clit, relentless, his bicep flexing just a little more—and that’s all it took.

She came with a ragged sob, her whole body shaking in his hold. Felix groaned behind her, burying his face in her neck as he followed, clutching her tight, fucking her through it like he’d die if he stopped.

Afterward, he didn’t let go.

He just stayed there, arm still around her throat but soft now, his other hand sliding down to rest over her stomach, the smallest breath of a kiss against her shoulder.

And it hit her then—how quiet it was. How easy it would be to say something. Anything. She frowned when he pulled out.

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Chan always said their breakup was messy. Both of them too prideful. Both of them too hurt to reach back when the other pulled away. It was the kind of love that burned everything it touched. And yet—they kept coming back.

They kept knocking on each other’s doors like addicts desperate for another hit.

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Felix stood finally, pulling his hoodie back on.

“I’ll go,” he said. But he didn’t move. “Just tell me one thing.”

She didn’t answer.

“Do you still love me?”

Her breath caught. She looked at him—really looked at him—for the first time in weeks.

He was still beautiful. Still hers, in a way no one else could ever be. But she said nothing.

And maybe that silence was the answer.

Or maybe it wasn’t.

Because the next time there was a knock, she opened the door again.

And the time after that.

And the time after that.

Because some people never really break up. Not in the ways that matter. They just take turns pretending the other one doesn’t still live inside their bones.

[honeipie]

can i request kuroo x reader? they get ready for bed together in the bathroom and then have a little make out session in bed. nothing smutty just some kisses maybe a few hickies if you want 🥰🥰🥰

routine

kuroo x reader

synopsis: you and kuroo take in the domestic feel of getting ready for bed together

w/c: 651

authors note: thank you for the request!

“ugh, i hate that you take longer in the bathroom than i do. you’re such a girl” you groaned leaning on the door.

“well you could always come inside. couples usually do that”

“yeah but you’re peeing. i don’t wanna watch you pee”

“you know, some girls would pay to watch me pee” he flushed the toilet moving over to wash his hands “you’re telling me you get this whole show for free and you don’t even want a peek?”

you opened the door face scrunched up in disgust “i will look down there any other time. but if we’re in a bathroom i’m not” making your way over you grabbed your toothbrush hands brushing as he grabbed his.

“you’ve already broken that. remember that one time on our honeymoon. they had this rain shower that hit just-“

“okay! yes! thank you i remember that. i remember it very well..” he grabbed the toothpaste putting it not only on his toothbrush, but yours as well. this was when he finally noticed your choice of pajamas.

“the hell are you wearing?”

you were dressed in a dark blue hoodie, an all too familiar one to him. on the back it had hinata’s name and jersey number on it.

“.. a hoodie?”

“yeah but it’s not the right teams hoodie”

you rolled your eyes with a smile “tetsu you work for the volleyball association. aren’t you supposed to be rooting for all teams?”

“nope! i work for the japan volleyball association. that’s brazil. plus i don’t like having another guys name on you”

“it’s your hoodie!”

he mocked your words before placing the toothbrush in his mouth. you scoffed giving him a light shove.

“don’t be like that!”

“jush brush your teef” he jumbled out his words through the foam. you started to brush your teeth contently beside him. it didn’t take long before his hand was lazily resting on your waist.

it felt nice. the two of you doing these types of things together. being honest, kuroo never knew if he wanted a life like this. stuck in some routine with a person when he could be out partying in some VIP lounge with his friends. though now that he was actually here with you, the person he loved more than anything, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

the two of you finished up in the bathroom moving into the bedroom. you immediately got under the covers while kuroo shed his shirt throwing it to the floor.

"damn you couldn't even wait for me?" he mumbled climbing right on top of you.

"nope, bed was too comfy to ignore"

"i'm comfy too y'know"

"says the guy laying on me instead of the other way around"

you raised an eyebrow at him making him roll his eyes "shut up" you giggled at his sass. he moved his head up so he was face to face with you "i love you"

"i love you more"

he leaned into your smiling face, catching it in a kiss. it started off slow but he quickly got impatient. you could feel the coolness of his hands running up your sweatshirt. he moved his mouth from yours to your neck.

everything was going smoothly, just tiny kisses being peppered across your neck until-

"tetsu!" you yelped pulling him away "did you just bite me?"

kuroo scoffed trying to fight your grasp "no!.. i nipped you" he took his thumb rubbing the slightly red spot "sorry about that, but at least that one kid from your job will stop hitting on you now"

your body relaxed again feeling him rubbing the spot "he's not a kid, he's just an intern with a lot of questions"

"yeah, a lot of personal questions"

"oh my gosh i forgot to tell you. he asked what i was doing tomorrow and-"

"that's it i'm biting you again"

"but you didn't let me finish!?"

[moonlightspencie]

don't want you like a best friend

Description: James is nervous about his inexperience with girls. Luckily he has a best friend who's more than willing to help. (based on an idea formed in part by @amiableness. check out the post)

Pairing: best friend!James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: DESPERATE!james, inexperienced!james, blowjob (m receiving), porn with barely any plot

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: kind of muggle!au? doesn't really matter in the context of this though lmao

You walked into James's flat, quite pleased he'd given you a key. It was much easier to bother him whenever you pleased when you could just waltz in any time.

"James!" you called out, toeing off your shoes.

"In here!" he shouted back.

You followed his voice to his room, seeing him laying on his tummy watching tv. You ran up to his bed and flopping down on it next to him. He laughed in that squeaky, joyful way he only ever seemed to do around you.

"Hi," he greeted with a cheeky smile.

"Hi," you replied with an equal grin, then glanced at the television. "What are you watching?"

"Nature documentary about penguins," he responded simply.

You glanced up at him with a quirked brow. "Why?"

"Cause I like penguins," he shrugged.

"...we need to get you a girlfriend."

He went a little quiet, prompting you to look at him again. You tilted your head.

"James?"

He chewed his lip. "I– I do kind of have a date. Tomorrow."

"What?" you exclaimed, suddenly sitting up straight. "Who? Since when?"

His cheeks went a little pink. "Sirius set it up for me."

"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I'm nervous!"

You chuckled softly, still in a bit of disbelief. The boy had been single for far too long in your opinion, especially considering how much girls threw themselves at him in school. He always said that it was just because he had high standards, but part of you was half-convinced he must be terrified of girls. Or commitment. Maybe both.

"I just... I can't believe it. Is she cute?"

He almost grimaced. Not a great sign.

"Uh oh," you snorted a laugh.

"It's not that she's ugly! She's... she is pretty, its just," he sighed, shrugging a little, "she's not really my type, I guess."

"At this point, I'm beginning to believe you don't have a type."

He frowned. "Hey."

"Just saying, James. You never date, and it's not for lack of girls who like you."

"I kind of have to like them back for that to work."

"You sure you're not scared of girls?" you asked with a laugh.

He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "No."

"Commitment?"

"No."

"...Sex?"

"Ugh, don't say that," he groaned, dropping his face against the mattress.

You laughed again. "Sounds like a yes. It's really not that scary."

"It's kinda scary," he mumbled against his comforter.

"James," you called quietly, resting your cheek on the mattress to look at him.

He turned his face towards you, his cheeks pink and his hair even messier than usual. His lips were slightly pouty. Frankly, it was absolutely adorable.

"Everyone but me has done it at this point. The furthest I ever got was touching a boob over clothes in fifth year."

You couldn't help but to laugh at that, causing him to whine your name in protest.

"Sorry..." you said, not all that apologetic. "It's just... cute. You get so flustered. It's really not a big deal."

"It is a big deal to me."

"Aw. I'm sorry, Jamie. I just mean that nobody's going to fault you for being inexperienced."

"They might!"

"No they won't."

"You don't know that."

"At any rate, I think it's sweet."

"But I'm not having sex with you," he argued, then snapped his mouth shut, his cheeks going even darker. "That sounds... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you ran a hand through his hair, and he leaned into the touch. "I just mean to say that I'm sure if I think it's sweet, other girls would also probably think it's cute."

"I'm a man. I shouldn't be cute, I should be... strong and masculine. Hot."

"You're very hot, James."

He sighed, still pouting a little.

"Put that lip away," you muttered, tapping his bottom lip.

"You're being mean."

"No, I'm not."

"You're teasing me," he pouted again.

"What? How?"

"You're very hot, James," he mocked in an overly-high-pitched voice.

You snorted a laugh. "Heaven forbid I tell my hot best friend that he is, in fact, hot."

He fell quiet for a moment. "You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"Mm," he hummed softly, then sighed. "Why can't there be more girls like you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, smiling curiously.

"You're always so sweet to me. I just wish there were more girls who act like you, cause then I could just... do it with them and not be so worried about it."

You raised your brows, trying to hold back another laugh. "Oh, really?"

"Don't tease me."

"I'm not. Just, why don't–" you stopped abruptly.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "What?"

"If you're so worried about getting your first time over with, then why don't you just do it with me?"

He looked like he got the wind knocked out of him in that moment, blinking a few times as if he was trying to wake up from a dream. He opened his mouth a few times, though no sound came out.

"I just mean that... you said you'd do it with a girl like me, so why not me? You trust me, I know what I'm doing, you know I won't judge," you listed off some reasons. "It could work, you know?"

"Cause you're... you're my best friend."

"And?"

"And friends don't do that."

"Friends do that all the time," you replied with a shrug.

"What?" he asked, looking totally mortified.

"Friends have sex all the time."

"Since when?"

"Since forever," you chuckled a little. "I'm not saying we have to. Just putting it out there, since you're so nervous about it and all."

"I–I don't..."

"You don't have to say yes."

"I know," he nodded, looking a little uncomfortable. "It's just... I don't think I'm ready to do all of that right now."

You smile a little. "I'm not saying I'd take you to pound town right now..."

"Ugh," he groaned.

"Sorry. I just mean to say that, if you wanted to, we could start slow. Work you up to the main event."

He chewed his lip, looking away from you. You sighed softly, then stood from the bed.

"Alright. Let's go and grab a snack or something and take your mind off all this. Stop stressing so much," you said, trying to grab his arm to pull him up.

He shook his head. "Can't."

"What? Yes, you can."

"No, I can't," he emphasized, his cheeks still dark.

"Why not."

He stared at you for a moment, then whined, dropping his head into the comforter again. He mumbled something into the fabric, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you when you mumble."

"You don't understand," he said, looking at you again with a pouty face. "You're not a guy."

"What the hell is that supposed to... Oh," your eyes widened. You let out a disbelieving, delighted little giggle. "Are you–"

"Please don't talk about it. It'll make it worse," he said quickly in his whiny little voice.

"Aww. Poor baby."

"Stop it."

"Let me see."

His eyes widened comically. "What?"

"Let me see. Come on, turn over," you giggle, trying to turn him.

"Lovie, no, I..."

"Please?" you pouted, knowing he could never resist it.

He whined. "Please don't. It's embarrassing."

"It's hot."

He gulped. "...It is?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of flattering, too. The fact that I barely suggested it and you got all excited."

"It's not my fault. I just... my brain started thinking..."

"Yeah, brains tend to do that," you joked, relishing in him being all flustered. It was so unlike his usual demeanor. "Come on, Jamie. I just want to see."

He swallowed, nodding a little awkwardly before he turned onto his back. You smirked a little to yourself at the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. You sat back on the bed right next to him, glancing back at his nervous face.

"Can I touch?"

"I... I don't know."

"Just over the pants right now."

He considered it for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, nodding.

"Okay," he said quietly, his hands balling into fists.

You smiled. "Relax."

You let your hand rest on his thigh first, watching him as his eyes trailed your every move. You slowly slid up his leg, teasingly, just so you could see him sweat a little at the thought of being touched for the first time. He was generally quite confident, but somehow missed out on anything and everything intimate outside of kissing.

He sucked in a breath as you reached his hip, looking as if he could pass out.

"Hey," you said gently, trying to catch his eye. "Take a deep breath. Relax. It's supposed to feel good."

He sniffed, nodding shakily. "Y-yeah. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Jamie. Just... relax. Okay?"

"Okay."

You let your hand move again, barely ghosting over his bulge, the tips of your fingers touching the fabric of his sweatpants. You looked up at his face. His cheeks were red, and his eyes were wide and almost glossy. His pretty, pouty lips were just barely parted as he waited in anticipation for your next move.

You lowered your hand, gripping him gently through his pants, forcing a shaky gasp through his lips. You smirked to yourself a little, stroking him through his pants.

"Feels good, huh?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pathetic little moan. You chuckled at the sound, stroking him again. He was bigger than you expected him to be, but not terribly massive. His hips bucked into your hand, another soft whine coming from him.

"Aww. You like it, huh?"

He nodded, breath coming in short.

"Can I do a little more?"

"Uh..."

"I think you'll like it."

"M-maybe," he gasped out, looking utterly wrecked already.

"Can I take off your pants?"

He looked at your face again. "Huh?"

"Can I take them off? I wanna touch you," you stated simply.

He whimpered. "Um... For... for what?"

You furrowed your brow. "So I can feel you. I just want to touch your skin. It'll feel better for you, too. You touch yourself, right?"

"I... Y-yeah. Yeah, sometimes."

"And I assume you don't do it through your pants, right?" you laugh a little.

He merely swallows, nodding dumbly. "Right."

"So... Can I touch you like that? I won't do it unless you say yes."

"Oh..." he sucked in a shaky breath. "O-okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes."

You smiled, hooking your fingers in his sweatpants and underwear. "Hips up, please."

He followed your instructions easily, lifting his hips for you. You tugged everything down in one go, leaving it all pooled at his ankles on the bed. You nearly moaned yourself when you saw him, hard and leaky and ready. You traced his dick softly with your fingertips, impressed with him, and drawing another moan from his lips.

"So pretty, Jamie. Look at you."

"Don't... fuck," he gasped. "Don't say that."

"I mean it. Your cock is perfect."

He whimpered again, sounding like he could cry. You wrapped a hand around him, stroking him softly as hips bucked into your hand, soft moans and squeaks leaving him in utter desperation.

"P-please," he begged, staring at you as if you hung the stars.

"Please?"

"I... I don't know," he shook his head, his lip quivering.

"You need more?"

He sniffled, nodding quickly. "So bad. Please."

"Can I suck your cock, love?"

The sound that left his lips was utterly pornographic, his chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

"God..."

"That's not my name, baby," you stroke him again. "I need you to say yes if this is what you want."

"Y-yes. Fuck yes," he said, his hips still shifting under you, trying to get more friction from your hand.

"So needy," you chide jokingly, moving to settle between his legs.

He whined watching you climb between his legs, nearly hyperventilating at the sight and feeling of you kissing along his stomach with your hand pushing his shirt up.

"So pretty," he groaned, stroking your hair.

You smiled against his stomach, licking nearly up to his chest just to hear him make that sound again. You kissed back down his stomach, barely ghosting over the tip of his cock at you looked back up at him.

"Ready?"

He nodded, in a trance as he watched you. You kept his eye contact as you darted your tongue out, tasting him for the first time. He practically sobbed in pleasure, pulling on your hair slightly.

"Told you it would feel good, baby," you mutter, licking from base to tip as he squirmed under your touch. "Isn't this nice?"

"Mmmm..." he nodded, chest heaving.

"Good boy," you kissed his tip.

You stared up at him, smiling to yourself at his sweet little reactions as you started stroking him. He looked so adorable totally wrecked. Like he could pass out at any moment. You couldn't help but to want more.

You wet your lips, figuring you could probably fit most of him into your mouth in one go: so you decided to give it a go. You licked him once more, then shoved his cock down your throat, letting it hit far enough to make you gag.

He shouted, gasping for air before he fell into a puddle of moans and desperate praises of your name. You pulled off of him, but only for a second before you went back down, sucking on him as if your life depended on it. It felt like it did.

He gripped the fabric of his comforter, sobbing in pleasure as his hips jutted up into your mouth. You were about to pull off to make some sly remark, when he whimpered loudly, shooting his cum down your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing everything you could despite your utter surprise that he had finished so quickly. He whined and kept his grip tight in your hair until he was done, his seed dribbling past your lips as you couldn't quite swallow everything. You weren't sure if you'd ever witnessed someone cumming so much before.

You did your best to clean him off without making him overly-sensitive, and finally pulled off.

"Mm... Holy fuck, Jamie. You cum that much every time?” You ask, chuckling a little despite being wildly aroused.

He shook his head, sweaty and still whimpering.

"Awww," you cooed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You okay?"

"That... that felt..."

"What?"

"Best thing ever," he managed breathily.

You laughed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he uttered, a small smile on his face as he opened his eyes. "I... you're really good at that."

"Apparently too good," you snorted.

"Maybe," he nodded, then hummed softly in pleasure. "Sorry for cumming so fast."

"It was sweet."

"It's not sweet," he shook his head.

"I think so. You're so sensitive," you kissed his cheek.

He hummed again, then sighed softly. You watched him as he took a few steadying breaths before he moved his eyes back to you. He let his eyes linger on your form for several moments, then chewed his lip. He looked up at you, clearly debating something in his mind.

Then he smiled a little.

"Can I return the favor next time?"

[bluemoon-fever]

The First Time

pairing: ari levinson x fem!reader

summary: it's your first time with ari.

word count: 1.87k

prompt: ari levinson + "Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve."

warnings: fluff, light angst(?), allusions to anxiety/low self-esteem, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation kink, D/s undertones, soft!dom!ari, size kink, aftercare, pet names, creampie, choking, MINORS DNI

a/n: this is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 for their Cum Together: Community Revival Extravaganza. this is my first work in a minute (i have WIPs, but i'm still trying to figure out how i want things to go). i'm exciting to see what everyone thinks and i hope you enjoy! (also this isn't edited and don't steal or repost this)

You feel utterly ridiculous. You’ve washed your hands for what felt like ten minutes, trying to hide the clamminess of your hands. After your fifteenth cleanse, you dry your hands and resign to the fact that your nervousness would not subside until you got this over it. Ugh, fine, you muttered under your breath as you succumb to your nerves.

Before you go out, you give yourself a once-over in the mirror. You had your hair perfectly curled for your date tonight. The cute blouse and jeans that fit your hips and ass perfectly was in the hamper. You wore a short, pink silk nightie with matching lacy panties. You recently bought them for tonight and hoped they would work in your favor. You looked beautiful, but why did that not calm your nerves? Why was it not enough?

You felt bad for leaving Ari waiting, and he was so understanding. When you told him you needed to freshen up a bit, he softly kissed your forehead and lips before telling you to do whatever you need to do. It helped quell your anxieties a little, but as you got closer to the impending moment, your anxiety heightened.

You whispered to yourself in the mirror.

You got this! It’s just sex. If it doesn’t work out, it won’t be in the end of the world. You tried to rationalize despite every cell in your brain feeding into irrationality and fear. You hadn’t been this nervous to have sex since your first time, so for you to be an adult and panicking over doing it with your new boyfriend felt extra silly.

It had been a while since your last encounter… a long while. After the end of your only serious relationship, it had been hard to let anyone new in until Ari Levinson waltzed into your life. Even though he was patient, he was persistent. You wanted him, and he wanted you. But you were so scared of being hurt and alone again. 

He worked to prove to you that he wouldn’t do that. He showed you that he wanted you, wanted to cherish and take care of you. Pretty soon, you were falling for him and he claimed himself for you. He was waiting for you to do the same, and for Ari, he would wait however long he needed. You were worth it to him.

And so you let Ari Levinson into your life, and you’ve been the happiest you’ve ever been. For the duration of your time together, you and Ari had only made out and cuddled. He spent the night at your place and you at his, but there was no sex. He never pressured you, which you were grateful for, but you were scared to begin. You weren’t the most experienced. The sex you had with your ex was decent, but you didn’t want that. You had desires, some you were scared of sharing with Ari, but you knew you could trust him. He wouldn’t judge you for that, but you were worried. What if you weren’t good enough? What if it was so bad he left you?

Ari didn’t seem like the type to leave you because the sex sucked, but looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel out of his league. He was sex on legs, undeniably handsome. You’ve seen the way women and men alike look at him, hell you look at him the same way. Could you even keep up?

Before you could go further in your spiral, a soft knock brought you back to reality. “Babe, is everything alright in there?”

“Yeah! I’m about to come out!” Holy shit. It was now or never. You fluffed up your hair, quickly gargled some mouthwash, and gave yourself a last minute pep talk. You are a goddess. You got this! If you can survive half the things you have, you can have sex with your boyfriend.

You walked out of bathroom, but instead of inching towards Ari, you leaned against the doorframe, trying to look like the gorgeous actresses from the movies. Ari was laying across your bed, still fully dressed. He licked his lips as he eyed your form, looking like a predator about to devour his prey. Your body warmed under his gaze and a wetness begin to pool in your panties. 

“You like?” you ask in a sultry tone. Ari nodded and rose up. He towered over you, and though you hadn’t said it, you loved that his body was bigger than his. His arms traveled up your body before he grabbed your head in his hands and pulled your mouth into his. Immediately, he began to dominate you with his mouth. Your tongue attempted to fight for dominance, but Ari easily overpowered you. You could feel him guide you away from the bed and towards the mirror hanging above your dresser. Before you know it, he abruptly pulls away from you and spins you around to where your back is pressed firmly against his chest and growing bulge.

In the mirror, you see how swollen your lips are. Your face was red with passion and so was Ari’s. He wrapped his arms around your center and began caressing your body. “Honey,” he begins. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Nothing,” you stutter, failing to hide your true feelings. Despite experiencing the most amazing kiss of your life, your mind was still running a mile a minute. Ari shakes his head, and you immediately tense. “I’m sorry!”

“Baby, your mind has been running a mile a minute since we got back to your place. There’s no need to apologize, but just tell me what’s going on,” he says as he begins to pepper kisses on your shoulder and up your neck. Your eyes roll back slightly as he begins his light assault, but when you’re quiet longer than he cares for, he stops. You whine, and he gives a stern look.

“I’m just… nervous. That’s it,” you tell him. You look down at your freshly pedicured feet. “I just want to be good for you.”

At that moment, Ari grabs your chin and pulls his lips into yours. The kiss is passionate like the one previously, but there’s a tenderness in this. It’s intimate like the ones you have during your late night cuddle sessions, but there’s an underlying hint of desire when you feel him nip at the bottom lip. Your toes curl, and the wetness in between your thighs grows.

“You are always good for me. You’re perfect for me.” He parts from you, turning your chin back to your reflection. “Look at you. I am so lucky you’re my girl.”

Before you can retort his statement, you gives a light slap to your ass, making you jump. “And don’t question it.”

“Ari,” you begin, locking eyes with him in the mirror. “It’s been a while-“

“I know, baby.”

“I wasn’t done.” He smiles at the little fire building inside of you. “And I’m worried about tonight. But if we can, I do want to try some things.” Your timidness returns, and something in Ari blooms. 

“We can do whatever you want tonight, baby. Can I you do something for me?” he asks. You nod fervently. “Tell me your favorite way to cum so I can satisfy you the way you deserve.”

The sounds of your and Ari’s blended moans fill the air. You lost track of how many times Ari made you come, but all you know is that you were thoroughly fucked out. He had made you cum with his hands, mouth, and cock so many times. You begged to let him suck you off, but he refused. Tonight was all about you.

“Alright, baby. Can you give me one more?” he asks softly as if he hadn’t tore you apart and used your body all night. He kisses his way up your torso, pressing open mouth kisses on your breasts and neck.

“No, I can’t,” you pant. Ari chuckles at your whines. They were the prettiest sounds he ever heard. “Please, no more.”

“Are you sure, sweetness?” he asks as he strokes his cock. His fingers slip between your folds and tease your entrance. He watches as they attempt to clamp down around nothing. “Because she wants some more.”

Ari lines himself up and slides into your channel. He bottoms you out but freezes, wanting you to feel him everywhere. You squeeze around him and cry out. You knew he was big, but you were shocked that he was able to work himself in. He fit deliciously around you. Ari wraps his arm around your neck, something you had asked excitedly him to do. You learned (and prayed for) that Ari was more dominate in the bedroom. And while he had been able to pull the sweetest sounds from your body and take control, you knew he was holding back from his true form.

“Just cum for me one last time, baby. I know you can do it. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asks giving you a sly smile. While you had disclosed you wanted to try this with a partner, Ari more than obliged at feeding into your desires. He was more excited than you expected. Despite your pleas, you give a small nod.

He begins working into a steady rhythm, starting slow. Before you know it, his pace quickens. He pulls all the way out before he slams back into you. You cry, nearly yell, out as he begins his brutal, relentless pace. His hold around your neck tightens, and you feel yourself growing slicker.

“My pretty girl,” he says. You preen at his words, loving his praises especially when he has so much control over you. “You have no idea how addicted I am to you. Everything about you.”

He picks up the pace, and his hands move to pick up your legs and change your position. You feel him reaching into you deeper and you know you don’t have much longer until you’re about cum.

“Ari, Ari, Ari!” you cry out. “I’m about to c-cum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” he orders. Your toes curl into the sheets, and you let out a scream as your earth-shattering orgasm washes over you. As Ari fucks you through your high, you feel his pace slow and pretty soon he’s roaring as he cums into you. 

When Ari comes down from his high, he sees he fucked you to sleep. He looks down at the mixing of your juices together and smiles. He could never get enough of this. He pulls out softly, missing the feel of you around him. He grabs a towel and cleans you up softly, careful not to wake you even though you whine from the feel through your sleep. Then, he climbs into bed, pulling your smaller body into his chest before pressing a soft kiss to your head and joining you to sleep. You sleep entwined with him, the sounds of your soft breaths lulling him to sleep with a smile on his face that you were his and he was yours.

feedback is much appreciated!

[mariespen]

The High Road ୧ ₊˚ ⋅⩩

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader ୧ ‧₊ Summary: Rafe's girl gets into a fight of her own Warnings: arguments between reader + her friends, depiction of mild injury, swearing, name-calling

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You were absolutely furious, fingers typing so aggressively that Rafe could’ve sworn your phone was going to split into two. Your eyebrows were furrowed, frustrated sighs and groans coming from your perch at the edge of the bed. Your boyfriend, Rafe, was propped up on the headboard, waiting patiently for you to start complaining again so he could convince you to leave it alone.

“I just.. I don’t get it!” You finally complained, throwing yourself back onto the sheets and carrying your phone with you, rolling onto your stomach to continue typing.

“Hm?” He asked, looking at you and growing increasingly impatient but trying his best to keep up the facade.

“Brianna keeps saying.. ugh!” You looked at your phone with confusion and disgust, starting to type again with even more anger than before. “What is goin’ on? Can’t be that big a deal.” Rafe said, rolling his eyes at your dramatics.

“Brianna is saying that I told Jessie that her ex was hanging out with Jamie but I never said that!” You protested, not raising your gaze to look at his confused face as you continued, “She said that I’m a lying slut but she doesn’t even have any proof!”

Rafe shifted, his defensive side slowly coming out as he heard the full details of the conversation. You went on, re-reading messages while still typing out rebuttals to Brianna’s angry claims, desperately trying to bring Rafe up to speed.

“She won’t let me get a word out, Jesus!” You scoffed, finally looking up at Rafe as tears slowly started to brim your eyes.

“Hey.. hey. S’okay, um..” He said, gently pulling you up to comfort your shaking body, “Let’s just.. go to her house. Reason with her, yeah?” His suggestion seemed absolutely crazy, but you weren’t ready to keep typing out response after response. Rafe had always told you to be the bigger person, even if most of the time he didn’t follow his own advice. This was your way to end the petty drama.

Rafe’s eyes widened with a bit of surprise when you nodded your head in agreement, “Really?” He asked, a little caught off-guard that you actually want to take his advice for once.

“Yeah, let’s go. Gotta be the bigger person.” You said, your voice an angry murmur as you stood up, pulling your poor, confused boyfriend up with you.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He said, letting you drag him to his car with determined steps.

The two of you got into the sporty car and you crossed your arms over your chest, too angry to play music off of your phone like you normally did. Thoughts raced through your mind as the reality of the situation dawned on you. You knew it was too late to turn back anyways, and Brianna needed someone to talk some sense into her.

Rafe pulled up to her house, looking at you with a knowing gaze as you stormed out of the car. You were on a roll, up until you approached the front door. You let go of some pride when you turned around, waiting for Rafe to be by your side. Eventually, you knocked angrily on the door with him behind you, standing awkwardly with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Brianna opened the door, immediately rolling her eyes at your furious face.

“Why are you saying all of this stuff about me?” You asked, arguing with your hands as you tried to get her to talk to you like a normal person.

“I’m only telling the truth.” She said plainly, obviously trying to stifle a giggle.

“What is your problem with me?” You said, voice raising as she rolled her eyes again.

“Never had a problem with you until today. You lied, sweetie.” She said, glancing over to her side a few times with a smirk filled to the brim with faux confidence.

You looked behind you to Rafe, a confused look on your face as he returned it with a crease in his brow. You looked around the corner, inviting yourself in despite Brianna’s protests. Your jaw dropped when you realized that Jessica and Jamie were both sitting in her living room, giggling to themselves before your eyes connected with theirs. That shut them up real quick. 

Without hesitation you invited yourself in, Rafe following behind you but stopping at the door frame as you and Brianna got into it again.

“You know you’re lying!” You yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in her annoyed face.

“All I know is that you’re a whore who likes to cause drama for attention.” Rafe’s face dropped and you stopped your rant, waiting for anything else to come out of her mouth. Lucky for her, nothing ever did.

“What did you just say?” You asked, astonished that she would ever say something like that while she knew what a hypocrite it made her.

“Yeah, what?” Rafe said from the doorway, the reminder of his presence giving you an extra, and probably unnecessary, boost of confidence.

“God Rafe, mind your business.” Brianna scoffed, stalking towards you. “Don’t talk to him like that.” You said defensively, taking an equal amount of steps to her as well.

“I’ll talk to him however the fuck I want to. In fact, I think you both are attention whores with daddy issu-“

Your fist made contact with her face before you could even think about it. She crumpled to the ground, holding her cheek. The realization set in and you started to step away, but she got up and swung back almost instantly. 

Suddenly, the two of you were throwing your fists wherever you could reach, yelling and screaming over the sound of skin on skin. Naturally, Rafe swooped in the keep Brianna away and take your place. As expected, she backed off at the sight of Rafe who had a impulsively violent stare in his own eyes. Like clockwork, you got right back to swinging when Rafe initially let go of you. He grabbed your waist, pulling you away as you yelled and screamed, trying to break away to swing again. “Hey.. Hey! Shut up, will ya? Jesus.” Rafe said quietly into your ear, forcing you out of the house before sweeping you off of your feet when you tried to go back again.

“C’mon tough guy, s’time to go home, a’ight?” He asked you, appearing to be satisfied with the annoyed nod that you gave him.

The ride back home consisted of his occasional concerned glances and your inevitable tears, pouring down your face and onto your swollen lips. You had opened your mouth to say something, maybe an explanation, maybe some kind of defense, but nothing came out and the two of you sat in silence.

Rafe let out a prolonged sigh when he finally got to tannyhill, parking and looking over at you to get a better view. He took your salty-wet face in his hand as he looked you over. A busted lip, lightly black eye, and a few other minor injuries were what you brought back, along with fresh tears as he looked at you with disappointment.

“Thought you were gonna take the high road on this one, hm? Rafe asked, brushing the messy strands of your hair away from your face.

“M’sorry Rafey..” You tried to start an apology, but empty sobs came out of your chest and he held your face in his hands, trying to comfort you as you cried.

The severity of the situation had finally set into you as Rafe made you sit on the kitchen counter to bandage your scratches.

“Didn’t know my girl could swing like that. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” He commented with an unreadable smile, getting the homemade first aid kit from the pantry and eventually coming back to you.

Bandages littered your body as Rafe picked you up, carrying you up to his bedroom and laying you down.

“Thought you knew better than to do that shit..” He muttered as you curled up onto him in his own bed, “Didn’t think I would have to tell you not to start swingin’.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stop tears from flooding your eyes again, “I didn’t mean-“ “You did the right thing.” Rafe told you, kissing the top of your head as his toxic reassurance coursed through your mind.

“Js don’t be out here doin’ that shit again.” “Wasn’t planning on it, Rafe.” “You beat her ass real good.”

You smiled.

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[r3starttt]

SUMMER FOREVER

PAIRING: Abby Anderson x reader

SUMMARY: This aint my first time but baby I hope that it's my last. Want this to last.

CW: Modern AU. Established relationship. Too cliche. first pride together. FLUFF

AN: @grotesquevi tagged me on a pride month writing challenge!!! I chose the 1st pride together + 2025 song (Summer forever - Addison Rae) and hates summer x loves summer prompts. Tried my best, sorry for this being so... ugh. But I need to start writing even if it sucks!!!! otherwise I will quit... again... hahan't. ANYGAYSSSSS enjoy(????

also yes... this is ODDLY specific. I'm healing, let me be.

TAGLIST: @twopeopleequalsfour-blog @greysontheidiot @sapphic-ovaries @bilsvlt @tlouloser @marsworldd @1-800-fantasy @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @abbys-muscles @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight

You had planned this forever. Always saw it in the movies, always saw it in the shows. Always on social media, people laughing and kissing and hugging and existing with huge smiles and flushed cheeks. All over the world, all over your screen, but never you.

First because you weren't even sure you liked girls, then because you were too afraid to tell others, then because you were afraid of going.

The what ifs ate you alive.

What if someone hurt you or followed you or you were too shy to make friends or have fun or enjoy.

Then, you didn't have someone to go with, and yes you could go alone, but all you wanted was to celebrate love, and you wanted it to be with the right girl, then the right woman.

It always made you smile tho, in between the heat of June, taking a few seconds from school and then job to look at your screen and see pride flags everywhere, to look at your favorite people having the time of their life's with their loved ones, safe.

And then you met her.

Blonde, long hair, freckles everywhere and the prettiest smile you've ever seen.

She wasn't even looking at you when you first noticed her– you didn't even know each other. Just a random girl who caught your attention while you hurried to your next class.

Then you saw her in front of you at the cafeteria, laughing about some guy's joke until he skipped line and made everyone furious. She groaned loudly and yelled his name before turning around.

You didn't know back then but eventually she confessed it to you, she never forgot your face after that. And she hoped and prayed to every god for you to show in her way again.

You didn't.

Not for years.

Yes you looked at each other from afar whenever you met paths again, but never too close, never enough time for any of you to turn around and notice the other staring or for you to ask for each other's Instagram or number or anything.

And years later you saw her again.

A loosen braid and a black shirt. Simple outfit, but you could never forget. The white sweater hanging on her shoulders caught your attention first. Then her pout as she looked down on her phone and typed gently on it.

Baby hairs brushing her cheeks as you opened the door, hurrying once again because you were late to the job interview.

She noticed you.

You didn't.

She didn't tell you back then, not even when dating. It was her father who told you how she had begged everyone in that office to give you a chance.

That's how you got your first job.

The second she saw you putting your apron at 8 am in the middle of summer break, she walked towards you and asked for your number. No excuse, no explanation.

"I'm Abigail. Call me Abby." Was all she said right after.

She always helped you to use the confusing coffee machines, and the weird oven, and was there to help you relax when there were a lot of customers.

You laughed at every bad joke she made, and let your fingers linger on hers for longer than you should've. Then, you started to come a little early and leave a bit too late just to talk with her for longer.

And when summer ended you found yourselves hanging out every single chance that was given.

Until she asked you to be her girlfriend. You cried and she panicked and hugged you, repeating how it was fine If you didn't want to. And you only cried more because she was so sweet and the hug felt maybe too nice. And you tilted your head back to look at her and cup at her blushed cheeks before kissing her lips and apologize back. "I do, I want to be your girlfriend." And she smiled with the cutest face you've ever seen. With puppy eyes and flushed cheeks and bright freckles. And you knew she had to be yours forever.

That's why summer had always been special.

This time, Abby dragged you to the prettiest hotel in New York and took you to the prettiest places and kissed you for every single picture. She matched your outfits and held your hand all the time. And made sure to take you to the fanciest most delicious restaurants ever.

And she would laugh at your angry face whenever you got too sticky or too hot. Just to then take out a small fan from her bag and give it to you in silence. "You look so pretty like that."

You frowned even more, looking at her as she held the fan for you. "Like what? sweaty and melting?" your tone a bit less hatred than before as you slid your phone in her bag. And Abby nodded, brushing your hair off your face. "Exactly. I love that frown you make." You unconsciously frowned even more, as if offended. "Yup, that one." And then you laughed, rolling your eyes before interwining your sticky arms together and walking back to the hotel.

You weren't her first, but her second. She had little experience in dating but definitely more than you, and yet she found herself amused at every single thing you did. Like no one had ever held her hand before or kissed her or looked at her.

And it was always the cutest to see.

Your Abby.

The same woman who would be rubbing your back as you cried at the sight of all the people around you. The young and old. The happy, the sad. The ones who came alone and with their friends. The ones who just like you came with their partners to celebrate love on its purest way.

Because you were once too young and scared to let this be. And now you had the woman of your dreams too worried at your quiet happy sobs. "You sure you're okay?" Her hand cupped at your cheek, brushing your cries away. Curved eyebrows and her usual pout.

You nodded, struggling to explain all the love and joy you were feeling. That until you leaned for the sweetest kiss. With loud music in the back and people cheering for you two as if they've known you forever. With the heat warming your bodies a bit too much.

You could only care about her, the sweetness in her lips and the smell of her perfume that somehow lingered in the huge crowd.

"Come on." She murmured against your lips. Holding your face for a forehead kiss instead before holding your hand back and guiding you. "You know." Abby speaks loud but gentle as you start to dance to the music again. And you tilt your head to look at her, nodding. "I hope we can fall in love every summer!"

You laugh at her, at the cheesy inside she has for you and you only. But agree with a silent smile. "I hope too!"

—

"Ugh come here!" You giggle, opening your arms for her to cuddle. And Abby seems surprised if not completely shocked. "But I'm all sweaty–" she then pauses, taking a long sip from the cold water bottle she had saved for when you two came back. Always prepared in advance. "You're all sweaty." Her tone innocent.

"And?" you frowned as if offended. "And? you hate being sticky. I can't believe you're even laying in that bed." Her chin tilted a little to where you were resting. Arms on your stomach and legs laying on the end of the bed, shoes still on. "Just come here. Please?" you insisted once again, widening your arms enough to fit her.

Abby didn't deny you, never. And like she did, she walked into your arms. Knee in between your legs in order for her to not sofocate you. And slowly she allowed her body weight to rest against yours. With her elbows on the sides of your face and her lips trailing kisses everywhere, followed by a silent "I love you." And then: "So much... you know?"

You moved your fingers behind her neck, not caring about anything but her body against yours. And then you held her messy braid, loosening her hair while combing your digits against her tangled blonde. "Oh I know..." You nodded to confirm her question. "I love you more, tho."

Her frown Inmediatelly met you. Eyes meeting yours and flickering gently. "No." She then paused. "That's impossible." And her lips met yours for the millionth time today.

You ended sleeping with the AC hums as your background. Arms around each other with your face nestled against her chest.

And maybe this is what life was always about.

Not pride, but the safety that came with it. With love.

[fou4summer]

DISTRACTION ⎯⎯⎯ yu jimin x fem!reader

synopsis: you wanted Karinas attention so bad, but she was so focused on work.

warnings: smut, nipple play, tit-fixation, fingering, praising

genre: smut

word count: 1.4k

You were lying in your girlfriends bed, supposedly watching a movie. But neither of you was really paying attention. Karina was working on her laptop and you were watching her instead. Her focused expression had you so captivated that you couldn’t look away. You wanted her attention on you, not on her work.

“Baby…Im sleepy…” You mumbled, nuzzling closer to her and hoping it might pull her away from that laptop.

“Go to sleep then love.” She turned her head to kiss your forehead, but didn’t even look at you.

Ugh seriously? 'Go to sleep then?' That wasnt going to cut it. You had to get her attention somehow.

You turned off the movie and leaned in, kissing her neck. She gently pushed your head down to rest on her chest.

“Baby sleep…I need to finish this and you're being very distracting.” She said, running her hand through your hair in an effort to soothe you.

You lifted your head from her chest, eyes drifting to her lips, but she was still staring at the screen. You kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and then her neck again. When she turned to tell you to stop, she caught you staring at her chest.

“You want to suck them?” She asked softly, a smirk playing on her lips. Your face flushed red, you never quite got used to how bold she could be.

“Hm? Is that what you want honey?” She asked again, her voice sweet as her hand gently caressed your face.

“I— yes….”

She was already lifting her shirt before the words had fully left your mouth. Your gaze immediately dropped to her chest as she reached behind to unclip her bra. Your hands moved on instinct, cupping her breasts and bringing a nipple into your mouth. You glanced up at her and she was still typing on her laptop, completely unbothered. Her free hand drifted to your hair, gently stroking it.

“Whats the matter honey?” She asked, finally glancing down at you when she noticed the way you were staring up at her. Her voice was soft, amused, as if your neediness both flattered and entertained her.

You didn’t answer. You just shook your head gently, your lips still wrapped around her nipple, refusing to let go. You could feel the warmth of her skin against your mouth, the softness of her breast in your hands. You were so wrapped up in the moment, so consumed by her, that words felt pointless.

Your tongue moved slowly, lazily, almost worshipfully. You didn’t need her attention, you craved it. And even if she was still half focused on her laptop, your body had other plans.

After a few minutes, your hand slipped down into your underwear, your fingers immediately finding your clit. You began rubbing slow, deliberate circles, trying to stay quiet, but the wet sounds between your thighs were getting harder to hide.

She kept typing, calm and collected, like this was all part of the routine. One hand remained in your hair, gently petting, like you were some soft, spoiled thing curled up in her lap.

You didn’t even realize how much you were drooling on her breasts until she tilted your chin up, her fingers wet from the trail of saliva you left behind.

“Awwhh baby…you look so pretty like that” She cooed, her eyes finally locking with yours. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

She leaned down to kiss the top of your head and you don’t know how, you really dont, but just that small gesture was enough to tip you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, washing through you in a hot, dizzying wave. You moaned her name without meaning to, louder than you intended, your voice trembling with release.

That finally made her stop typing.

“You really made a mess, came just by sucking my tits? Adorable.” She said before reaching over and placing her laptop on the nightstand table.

“Come here baby...” She pat her lap and you didn't waste a second climbing on her and taking off your underwear.

You settled on her lap, your legs straddling her as your bare skin met the warmth of her thighs. Her hands rested on your hips, thumbs brushing gently along your sides in slow, grounding motions. You were still breathing hard, your body flushed and sensitive, but the way she was looking at you made the heat start building all over again.

“Look at you.” She murmured, almost to herself, eyes trailing over your body like she was seeing it for the first time.

“So needy tonight, hmm?”

You nodded, unable to speak, because everything about her,her voice, her touch, her gaze had reduced you to something wordless and aching.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against your collarbone, her hands sliding up your back. Her mouth moved with intention, leaving soft kisses along your neck, then down to your chest again. When her lips wrapped around your nipple this time, it was your turn to moan.

Your hands gripped her shoulders as she sucked slowly, lazily, her tongue circling just enough to make your hips twitch forward. She chuckled softly against your skin.

“You’re so sensitive.” She whispered, looking up at you through her lashes. “Still worked up from before?”

You whimpered in response, grinding down against her thigh without even thinking. The friction made your breath catch in your throat.

“Thought so…” She said, sliding one hand down to guide your movements, helping you rock against her.

“Its okay baby. I’ve got you.”

You clung to her, hips rolling instinctively, your body chasing every little bit of pressure she gave you. Her thigh was firm beneath you, her body warm, steady. She held you like she had all the control in the world and she did.

Her fingers slid between your legs, teasing lightly at first, slipping through the slickness she already knew she'd find.

“Mmm…so wet already. You really couldn’t wait huh?”

You shook your head, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Please…”

She smiled, tilting her head. “Please what love?”

You blushed, lips parting, it took effort to even form the words.

“Touch me more…please, I need—”

Her fingers slipped inside you before you could finish.

Your head fell forward onto her shoulder with a soft cry, your entire body tensing from the sudden fullness. She held you close, her other hand cradling the back of your neck as she whispered softly into your ear.

“Shhh…there you go. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you."

Her fingers moved with such deliberate gentleness, curling just right inside you. Each motion was slow, tender, as if she was learning the language of your body through touch. Her thumb began to trace small, lazy circles over your clit, barely pressing, barely moving, yet enough to send a soft, electric shiver through your entire being.

“Ahh fuck baby please–!”

You closed your eyes, letting out a slow, shaky breath. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the warmth of her hands, the softness of her skin beneath your touch, and the steady rhythm she was setting for you. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to awaken, alive and sensitive.

“I c–cant im close again…”

Her other hand reached up, fingers brushing the back of your neck before gently pulling you closer. Your chest pressed into hers, the rise and fall of her breathing like a soothing tide beneath your cheek. You felt her heartbeat steady against your skin, a calm, grounding presence in the sea of sensations washing over you.

Your lips parted, and a quiet, involuntary moan slipped out, soft and breathy. She smiled against your skin, the warmth of her breath sending another delicious ripple through you.

“Such a good girl…” She whispered, her voice low and thick with tenderness.

“Come for me again baby.”

Oh and you did. Yall kept going over and over until all you could do was scream her name.

A/N: guysss sorry for being inactive (again…) almost all tests are over so I'll def write more often also you can request me your ideas for fics too^^

[kxsagi]

hello its may 1 for u now🤫 how would the blue lock characs fare with a reader thats disabled... specifically in the legs.. and bcs of this she doesnt like going outside n only stays in bed n stuff…. with the itoshi brothers, isagi n anyone else u want… thank u😋

“𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩”

a/n: ofc!!! these boys are the best bfs ever

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, hiori yo

isagi yoichi

isagi doesn’t push you to go outside, he’s gentle about it. 

he brings the outside to you. open windows, a little potted plant he’s sure you’ll name something dumb like “greenie,” and flowers he saw on his way home. 

“sunlight’s good for serotonin, love. so i brought both.” 

he’s constantly updating you on everything you’re missing like he’s live-commentating a nature documentary. 

he’ll climb into bed with you, legs hanging off the side, pulling up match replays on his phone and resting it on your chest like a movie night. 

you once said, “i feel like a burden,” and his eyes narrowed so hard you thought you’d get vaporized. 

“if i ever hear you say that again, i’m calling you every slur known to mankind.” 

itoshi rin

he gets very quietly worried. 

doesn’t always know how to express it, but he’s always thinking about you. 

orders groceries, learns to cook simple meals, keeps your favorite drink stocked. 

not overly affectionate at first, but he always checks: “do you want company today?” 

if yes, he’ll sit beside your bed and read or scroll through his phone. 

if no, he still leaves a snack on your nightstand. 

if you open up about your insecurity, his voice gets really serious: “you’re allowed to not be okay. just don’t shut me out.” 

holds your hand when you cry and refuses to let go until you’ve fallen asleep. 

itoshi sae

very… blunt. 

not in a mean way, just practical. he doesn’t sugarcoat things but he never makes you feel lesser. 

“you’re not broken. you’re still you.” 

if you’re upset, he doesn’t try to fix it with hollow reassurances. he’ll sit with you in the silence and let you feel. 

sometimes he just crawls into bed next to you and knocks out, head on your stomach, no questions asked. 

“don’t feel like moving? good. i didn’t want to either.” 

will absolutely carry you if you ever say you do want to go outside. 

“shut up. you’re light. plus i like the excuse to hold you this close.” 

nagi seishiro

king of being horizontal. 

genuinely doesn't see an issue with your preference to stay in bed, he’d stay there too if people stopped bothering him. 

plays games beside you or leans back so you can watch comfortably. 

casually adapts to your needs without making a fuss about it. 

if he sees you struggling, he doesn’t say “do you need help?” he just does it. 

“you’re still stronger than reo in a 1v1.” 

when you’re feeling down, he’ll dramatically throw himself across you like a human weighted blanket and groan, “ugh, life’s so hard… you’re the only reason i’m surviving.” 

he means it, kind of. 

mikage reo

rich boy privileges: he immediately researches accessibility products and home modifications. 

hires people to help, but only if you're comfortable with it. 

if you say no to something, he listens. 

he’s the type to book a private movie screening just so you can enjoy something new without dealing with crowds or logistics. 

but he’s also just as happy doing nothing with you. 

“whatever makes you happy, makes me happy.” 

always checking in, but never overwhelming. he lets you set the pace and is endlessly patient. 

may or may not try to build a robotic exosuit “just for fun.” 

kaiser michael

oh he pretends to be annoyed: “ugh, you never wanna go out and show off how hot you are? tragic.” 

but behind that ego is someone who makes your bed the most comfortable place on earth. 

he’ll bring in fairy lights, plushies, top-tier bedding, and a projector so your room feels like a cozy palace. 

“who needs the outside world when you’ve got me, anyway?” 

if anyone dares pity you or talk down on you, he will go feral. 

super soft when you’re feeling down. strokes your hair and mumbles dumb things like: “i’d trade my legs if it meant you could dance again. but you’d probably hate that, ‘cause i have hot legs.” 

always gassing you up. always making you laugh. always calling you “queen of the bed.” 

bachira meguru

tries to make everything fun, even when you're sad. 

brings art supplies, glow-in-the-dark stars, board games. anything to make your space lively. 

sometimes he lies next to you and pretends you’re on a spaceship bed traveling through the galaxy. 

“captain! we’ve reached the jellybean nebula!” 

your laughs are his mission. 

if you’re having a bad day, he builds you a blanket fort and lets you vent inside the “safe zone.” 

“i love you. not your legs. not your ability to walk. just you.” 

lowkey the best emotional support human ever. 

chigiri hyoma

out of everyone, he gets it the most. 

the moment he finds out about your leg disability, he doesn’t look at you with pity. just a quiet sort of empathy in his eyes. 

“i know what it’s like… i had an ACL injury before.” 

doesn’t say “i understand” lightly, but he truly means it. 

he’s the kind of person who’ll sit beside you on bad days and just be present. no pressure to talk. just there. 

and if you do talk, he listens like your words are gold. 

loves brushing your hair while you rant or holding your hand under the blankets. 

sometimes he gets a little choked up, like he’s projecting his past onto your struggles, but he catches himself. 

“sorry. it’s just… you remind me a little of how i used to be.” 

he encourages you slowly, softly. not to walk. not to change. but to believe that you’re still strong, even when you don’t feel like it. 

brings you hot tea and flowers and puts on calming music when you’re overwhelmed. 

if you ever want to go outside, he’s already scouting the area for accessibility ahead of time. 

“you’re not a burden. not to me. never to me.” 

he kisses your forehead like he’s trying to protect every part of you – body, heart, and soul. 

karasu tabito

chill and sarcastic, but very observant. 

he notices when your mood shifts and knows how to break tension with a well-timed joke. 

if you’re lying in bed moping, he’ll pop in like: “oh no. the bed’s taken her hostage. quick, i’ll negotiate her release with chocolate.” 

still checks in under the jokes. “but seriously. want anything?” 

will carry you fireman-style just to be annoying. 

also threatens to push you around in a shopping cart if you refuse a wheelchair. 

“you don’t have to move. i got you.” 

and he does got you. more than you realize. 

hiori yo

he doesn’t say it outright, but the man is down bad for you being bedridden. 

like, way too chill about it. suspiciously into it. 

finds your quiet, withdrawn nature so alluring. your stillness, your softness, the pain in your eyes, you are his type to a terrifying degree. 

the first time he sees you curled up in bed, blanket over your legs, eyes tired? he’s cooked. doomed. obliterated. 

“you don’t go outside much?” he asks, voice a little too soft, like he’s already mentally moving in. “... good. i’ll stay in with you.” 

he doesn’t just want to take care of you. he wants to worship you. he brings snacks, books, heating pads, and affection like it’s an offering. 

genuinely blushes when you look fragile. fragile is hot to him. like sorry not sorry. 

if anyone calls you weak? he’s unbothered. in fact, he agrees. “yeah. she’s weak. that’s why she needs me.” and he means it. 

strokes your leg absentmindedly like it’s his favorite thing in the world, even if you can’t feel it. “it’s okay if you can’t run. you’re mine. stay still.” 

gets a little dark when someone tries to force you out of bed or pressure you to be “normal.” he smiles, but there’s no warmth in it. “she’s perfect the way she is. back off.” 

your disability doesn’t scare him. it fascinates him. and not in a weird science way, in a “i could devote my entire life to this girl and be happy” way. 

to hiori, you’re not “broken.” you’re beautiful because you’re fractured. and he wants every piece.

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[obsessiveimpulses]

Yuuta needy brainrot °♡

summary: needy yuuta interrupts your girls night

cw: slight breeding kink, phone sex, exhibitisiom ? , subboy!yuuta , porn w a lil plot

an: first submission here,,, im welcome to any ideas and feel free to leave some feed back !! thanks:^)

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You laid next to Nobara, both propped up by your elbows. Your jaws hung slack as the blue light shined from her laptop. You were watching the latest hit romcom that Nobara had been begging you to watch with her for ages. It took her so long to convince you - only about 50 rejections for you to finally say yes. You were always just too busy with Yuuta, truthfully he just never wanted to leave your side. And you never wanted to leave his

Yuuta was a bit of the overprotective, obsessive type. You had to practically beg him stay at Nobaras tonight. Nonetheless, you love him for it despite knowing it probably wasn't healthy.

~~~~~

"Please, Yuuta..." you said cupping his large pale hands with your own, "it's just one night I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I promise." You stood between his legs, his big tired eyes looking up into yours. He shook his heading before dropping it, his hair slightly covering his left eye.

"Fine" he mutters. His voice trembled a little before looking back up at me. But there was something in his eyes, they glistened darkly.

"Really?!"

He squeezes your hands tighter, "yes... but, that doesn't mean it won't be easy" he spoke softly. He rose taking his coat from the rack and gently placing it over your shoulders. He grabbed your bag from the floor, passing it to you.

"Don't worry you'll be fine Yuuta, it's only for one night" you reassured him.

"I never said for me" he mumbled his voice smooshed by his lips caressing your forehead. His hands grabbed the side of your head, holding you close as you shivered from the touch of his cold ring.

~~~~~~

Nobara reached over twisting your hair between her fingers mindlessly. Her bed was ever so soft but it wasn't us soft as Yuuta's.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

Nobara and I jumped at the vibrations sent through the bed. "Who's that?" she questioned leaning over to try and peek.

"It's probably just Yuuta..." you sighed sitting up, "I should just see what he wants." Nobara sighed as well, not wanting to be interrupted on your only time together.

Answering the phone you spoke, "hello? Yuuta?" Silence answered back.

"Yuuta, what's up?" Asking again patiently waiting for an answer.

"Baby..." Yuuta choked out, followed by muffled sounds of the bed creaking and sheets rustling. "Yeah, is everything okay?" You inquired.

"No.. baby I need your help" he spoke softly his voice consistently broken up with small sharp breaths. He continued panting into the phone, pleading your name.

"Yuuta! Are you okay?!" Your voice raised as you grew anxious and impatient. Worrying you brought your hand to your mouth chewing along your nail. Your heart beat faster, it echoed through your mind like a drum.

"Darling ... I... ugh" he moaned into the phone.

Huuuuuh.... your mind went blank.

"nggh ... can't take it anymore, need your sweet pussy baby" he moaned breathlessly his sweet little whines ever so soft. A knot growing into your stomach.

"Yuuta... are you?" you sighed into the phone. A wave of relief washed over you before quickly being replaced by a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He was right he wasn't going to make this easy, for you.

"m'mmm.. so close" he choked out. Followed by squelching and sniffles. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he couldn't help it. He fisted his cock, his back arching as he moaned into the phone echoing into your ear.

"so sorry baby, please forgive me but I just can't help it... need you... need your voice" he whined growing closer chasing the building feeling growing in his balls.

You pictured him sprawled across the bed. Seeing him vividly leaking from his slit, precum dripping down his length onto his balls and in-between his upper thighs. You could only imagine the mess he's making. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead mixing in with his salty tears before dropping onto his lip.

"Yuuta, it's okay" you mumbled. "Don't stop baby I'm here for you." His moans pierced through your brain. In that moment you wanted nothing more than to see or at least hear him cum for you. To at least hear him cum from nothing but the simple sound of your voice.

Hearing your praise the feeling intensifies. His strokes become harder, faster and louder. The squelching sounds and his soft pleas for release growing louder. You almost forgot Nobara sat right next to you, her face contorted with confusion.

You shrug your shoulders and wave your hand with dismissal at her hoping she would just ignore you. Most importantly, you were praying she couldn't hear Yuuta's whines.

"ugh darling.. don't want to waste my cum," Yuuta barely gets out in between moans, "should be deep in you instead."

"It's okay Yuuta, just show me... after" you say but really you want to see it now. At this rate it wasn't going to be long before you soaked through your jeans.

With this Yuuta is determined to make a huge mess just to show you how much he needs you. His needy moans become more desperate filled with more fuuuucks than ever before.

"Fuck.. I'm gonna cum baby," Yuuta whines rocking his hips up into his hands. "Pleaseee, say I love you... need to hear you."

"I love you Yuuta" you say. Your pussy throbs for him just as his cock throbs for you. Before he can even tell he's cumming, his hands are covered with cum as he crys out for you. His hips buck up high picturing himself deep inside you.

He chuckles to himself, still breathless from his sweet release.

"Ugh so good.. I love you, goodnight" yuuta coos before abruptly hanging up. That bitch!

So, he's just going to tease me and beg for me like that and not even say thank you after! You sigh angrily taking your phone away from you ear.

"What was that about?" Nobara asks.

Before answering your phone dings. It's Yuuta he's sent you an image.

'As promised my love' it reads followed by a photo of his hand stretched cum coating everywhere. Its inbetween his fingers and all over his cock. Is this how much he usually cums in me?! You think to yourself in shock.

"Hello?" Nobara says as he snaps her fingers in front of your face.

"Fuck sorry, he just wanted to say goodnight" you say quickly. Liar may as well be written in thick black ink over your forehead with how red your face is.

Yuuta you fucking bastard. I'll get you back for that.

[eraserbread]

kiss kiss make up... u and your toxic college!bf, geto's, favorite pasttime part 1

gojo insists on walking out with you, though he'd never actually tell you that. he purposefully trails behind you, pressing stupid questions to keep your attention. he's starting to get annoying—too comfortable in your presence.

"i never truly understood that part of the lecture..." he presses his finger to his chin, face all pursed up and curious. you're just focused on walking forward, unable to hide the scowl on your face. "but your notes were pretty good... can you send me a copy of them?"

"now, why would i send you a copy of my notes. aren't you on the dean's list?"

"i was! last year i-

you stop in your tracks, cutting him off. he's just as surprised as you to see geto standing to the side of the cobblestone walkway, hair tied in a bun. loose black sweatpants and a t-shirt, his go-to—a look you're too familiar with.

instead of cursing you out of your name, he spots the two of you side-by-side and gives you a little wave. he smiles. "perfect timing, I just walked up."

"suguru-

you're veering from the path you were leading gojo, a stupid smile on your face when you see him again. you loved this version of geto—it's the one you fell in love with. he's so gentle when he's smiley and sweet. sober to the core, big hands warm as they reach out for you.

every single cursed message he sent to your phone just twenty minutes earlier didn't matter, now.

"getoooo," you walk into his outstretched arms, pressing your cheek into his chest as he hugs you. that familiar heartbeat plays a melody you've studied night after night. fluttering like this, it puts you at ease. it helps you realize that he is a human; he makes mistakes.

gojo watches you two hug and kiss, jaw hanging. he could've sworn you two were just fighting... didn't you say he was sending death threats?

gojo's lagging. "weren't you two... just..."

"ugh, lighten up." geto's arms are still wrapped across your back as gojo steps forward. "that's a cute lil outfit you got on, baby boy."

"baby b-" gojo just can't find his words today, and now his face is a deep shade of red. he checks your expression when you turn around in geto's arms, but there's nothing there. you're just smiling stupidly off your boyfriend's touch. "I don't understand you two."

"i don't either." you reply, peeking up at geto with a mystifying look in your eyes.

everything's going so well as geto walks you back to your apartment, holding your hand the entire way there. he convinced gojo to shrug off to study the lecture he couldn't quite understand, and you finally agreed to give him your notes.

it gave you two just enough time to make it to your apartment doorstep, before he had to bring up the inevitable.

"you know, nanami called you a prude?"

"HA. that's fucking amazing coming from him." you try to play it off easily enough, pretending like you didn't care about geto's stupid blonde frat bro and his baseless insults.

"nah, but he's right."

"geto, don't start with me."

then, the floodgates open when you're unlocking the front door.

"i just don't understand—you didn't think i'd be embarrassed of the way you were acting? sober or not, I don't give a fuck." he's following you into your apartment, egging you on for some type of fire—some reaction.

"whatever. i'm ignoring you,"

"you're..." he's speechless, watching you toe off your shoes and put your bag down. he thinks you look really beautiful in those jeans, but he wanted to yell at you some more, first. "you're worthless, you whore."

"sure. okay. never mentioning you're the only person I've slept with on campus." you're chuckling, turning your back on him as you head back to the bedroom. all of your roommates are off in their respective classes, so it leaves you and geto alone, side-by-side in this loveless space.

"I don't care, i see how you've been clinging to satoru. i'm just supposed to ignore the disrespect?" geto doesn't yell much, but he is sarcastic. he'll smile in your face for a few minutes, then degrade you down to nothing in that same breath. after nearly a year together, you'd think you would be used to his ways, but all you're used to is how to counteract.

"nobodies disrespecting you, and nobody is clinging to that fucking nerd. you're literally sooo crazy, you should hear yourself." you turn back around, furrowing your eyebrows as you head for your room.

he follows you. because, of course, he does.

and, though you're alone, of course, he shuts the door behind him.

then, his tone dips, and he stares at you with a quirk in his brow. that look on his face—it's so tempting, so angry like a peeved cat—you genuinely have to hold back laughing and cooing.

"i just wanna bite you." you bite your teeth at him, and his fists grow tighter at his sides.

"am I a joke to you?"

"when you get so mad for no reason? yes." you're sitting back on your squeaky bed, balanced on your stretched hands and knees spread. "c'mon, baby."

he's growling in 'annoyance', diving knee-first between your legs. Instinctually, you pull them over the mattress, using your heels as anchors to slide further up the bed.

geto is crawling over you like a predator that finally caught its prey, ready to sink its teeth into the warm flesh it owns. except, he can't sink his teeth in yet. you're covered to the hilt in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. it pisses him off.

"you do things that purposefully make me mad." he's speaking in jumbled mutters, looking through you as his fingers tangle in your shiny, metal closures. a button pops, then a zipper zips. his eyes trail to your peeking baby blue panties.

"will it turn you on if i said, I do?"

he's not just turned on, now. he's turned on and hungry.

for you. for that familiar meal between your legs.

a lion against your sensitive body, he yanks your jeans from your skin, tugging them inside out and growling when they stick to your heels. he's pulling you closer to him with the force, then decides it's okay that your pants are hanging off your ankles.

he can still fit knee-deep between your legs, breath all heavy in his chest as he hikes your knees over his big, broad shoulders.

"taking this as a yes," you let yourself be yanked around, breath hitching when he pulls you into a breathing-compromised state.

"just stop talking. everything would be so much easier to understand if you just didn't talk so much... and so often. stupid mouth gets you into trouble."

"i know you're not the one scolding me on my potty mouth."

"it's not even about that." geto's perfectly positioned face-first to your warm, clothed cunt. he's peeking glances, watching the way the light fabric dips darker as you start to respond to his touch. "you're distracting me." he growls.

"who? me or my-

he's finally—fucking finally, pulling your damp panties to the side and taking in your intoxicating scent. smells like the ghost of him - the need for him. an extremely specific pheromone he wouldn't be able to emulate, or ever smell anywhere else.

he loves it. fucking dreams about your pretty pussy as he reaches a pair of ringed, chipped-manicure fingers between your sticky folds, using his thumb to trace easy circles to your entrance.

"you should let 'er do most of the talking."

"that doesn't even make sense." you're bringing your fist to your lips, biting around it to stifle the nasty moan that falls from them.

"take it out, please."

"what?"

he pulls away quickly, letting your hips drop back onto the mattress as he meets your eye level. his bangs tickle your face, and a large hand reaches above your head to pin your wrist to the sheets.

then his other hand, just your luck, pulls his hair tie keeping his length restrained, and that beautiful raven overflow passes over his shoulder and into yours.

"let her do the talking."

[elliesglock]

alright so we back mofos. i deleted my original AMAZING timeline so we're gonna run it back with anotherrrr updated timeline!

2016:

everybody knows that i know paige met azzi before azzi met her. and it's very invisible string theory imo. paige met azzi before their official meeting at team usa. paige and azzi had an aau tournament that overlapped during summer in 2016. azzi is 14 and paige is 15. azzi is playing 2 grades above her age group in her aau league against paige's au team but she's not playing paige. there's a part in the full game video where it cuts to the sideline and we see big grinning cheesy paige watching the game. from what we know about paige and how she is with azzi, i think she had her eye on azzi. i mean in the part of the video paige is in azzi makes a play and it cuts to paige grinning and looking away all shy. the way her expression is makes her look like she's just seen her crush. and i think she literally did. she's picking at her face and having some nervous ticks in that portion of the video. so i said in my original timeline paige had a secret admirer thing going on. and i 100% stand by that. paige brings up in the slam interview that she knew azzi for 3 years (in 2019) so that timeline lines up with her first seeing azzi. now azzi doesn't remember this, therefore she says she met paige 2 years ago. and i just admire that so much 😭. she was focused on her game and paige was focused on her type shit. and the invisible string theory really comes into play when you think about paige REMEBERING THIS and it meaning so much to her. like that was the first time she ever saw her girl. i feel like she would've been completely transfixed by azzi and would've felt something she had never felt before and knewwww azzi was different. ugh my little baby soulmates i cry. it literally gives love at first sight. paige obviously doesn't talk to azzi i don't think until they meet officially in 2017 in the usa trials. do i think paige found her instagram and started stalking it? 100%. i just don't think she followed or liked any of azzi's photos until 2017 when azzi most likely gave her, her instagram. so essentially paige has been plotting on azzi for a total of 9 years since they were literally fetuses. no surprise there from p honestly we're not broaching new territory. imo pazzi have always been soulmates and meant to find each other. like the universe knew what it was doing putting them in the same arena, to find each other. it's always been on their side.

2017:

this is when they officially meet at usa. this is the time azzi remembers lol. i think paige initiated everything due to what they both have said. and if we think about how she already had a crush on azzi prior, it's not crazy to say she wanted to initiate conversation because azzi was literally her crush or at least someone she admired. i think p saw her again and was like oh yes that pretty girl that was at my aau tournament i've been watching her for a bit let's go make friends with her. plotting p yet again. this is just the first peg in her multi-step generational bag scheme. azzi very obviously was young and definitely had a shy demeanor to her. and she was not ready for the fireball that was about to be hurled at her face named paige. i think paige really did try talking to her which is why i don't believe p when she said that they "didn't talk very much off the court". but maybe azzi wasn't really feeling it and was standoffish and so that's why she said they didn't talk much. i also think they have a very shy, sneaky kinda vibe when they talk about usa. as if they were doing something then that they weren't supposed to. i've said in many of my analyses, paige and azzi talk about things sometimes like they know more than they're letting on. and they def do. i think they talk a bit during usa and maybe a little more....oop and then get on the plane to go home. now paige is not gonna let this opportunity slide and is still trying to slide her way into azzi's good graces. so ofc she's going to sit with her on the plane and yap her ear off. great rizz lil paigey you're doing amazing sweetie. i guess paige felt as though this was her BIGGEST bag bc i know azzi was SICK of listening to that girl. they've mentioned in their slam interview they got back home to minnesota and that's when they "really" became friends. which i can believe. i think they just went to see other more and started something. i've never believed they were just bsfs for a long period of time, i think they were IMMEDIATELY messing with each other as soon as they met. and i think it reallyyyyy starts when they get back.

2018:

i think they're still in that fwb kinda situation, but they're friends. they see each other quite a bit in 2018, their tournaments overlap and they have similar basketball schedules so they probs were seeing each their. i know it's a hot take but i think they were being sneaky around these meet ups and like kissing behind closed doors and maybe staying with each other and having...fun. im still conflicted on whether people knew or not. i'm sure paige and azzi told their friends they were messing around. i think paige is very much the type to talk about her all the time and im sure her friends knew ALLLL the details of what was happening between them. same with azzi but she's not as bad as a yapper so im sure some things were kept private. however i dont think their parents knew. their dynamic at this point def gave they were trying to be discreet and act like friends but were doing things private. and maybe it was a homoerotic friendship where they didn't feel as though the way they were being intimate they were just kinda having fun as friends? idk im not completely sure 😭 they def didn't subconsciously see each other friends though. they were flying back and forth seeing each other a lot, and also preparing for more usa tournaments so im not surprised it turned into what they had here. they were practically unable to separate 😭

2019

there's two weird shifts and one comes here, and one comes in 2020. they're, again, together ALLL the time in 2019. againnnn at the scene of the crime flying back and forth to be with each other. and these meetups def meant more than just a friendly encounter, they were coming to see other knowing EXACTLY what was gonna go down. in early 2019, azzi comes and watches paige's state championship game. and i'm sure celebrations were in order cough cough. that supportive aspect of their relationship has always been there even if they weren't technically dating. i use to think they were dating in high school just because of the sheer amount of times they spent together and went to support each other's big moments, but now i think they were just in a very committed situationship. i think it most likely would've been exclusive. they dedicated so much of their time together it honestly would've been hard to see anyone else. it's easy for me to say here that feelings are starting to develop/they are in love with each other, and it really sets up how they were in 2020. i mean these bitches are legit FLYING to see each other. at the big age of 16-17 years old 😭 azzi also tears her acl during this time and paige is there for her every step of the way. she prayed over her knee and carried her off the court. paige was in love with her im sorry. she was. and if these bitches try to tell you they were nonchalant and didn't have feelings for each other during this time THEY ARE LYINGGGGG. who fr carries their situationship off the court and then PRAYS over their knee. obv paige remembers how in love with her she was because she legit CRIES talking about it. feelings def were getting hard to ignore during this time, especially the way paige would've been taking care of azzi. their injuries always have the tendency to bring them closer and make them realize things. we've seen historically it happens. but anyway i'm sorry this is messy, they were def in love with each other but still in that messy kind of fwb arrangement.

2020:

hugeeeee shift. again. together all the fucking time. i mean paige legit quarantines with them. and i think it really shows her feelings for both azzi and her family. she 100% came to their house during that time for comfort. and she found solace being with azzi during such a rough time. they both had tournaments canceled, paige's high school career was over, they had to say goodbye to teammates, paige's graduation was lackluster. i mean it was just a sad time and i think it's so telling they spent it together. almost like nothing would be able to cheer them up like being with one another. i think most likely there were conversations about being together during this time. i think it would've been CRAZY not to considering they had no where else to go besides to bed with each other oop. i don't think they get together though, because paige is leaving for college soon and the distance would be something they've never experienced before. they've experienced distance but not as a couple yk? and i'm sure just being in a fwb relationship and being apart was still hard for them because they are love sick fools. so they don't get into a relationship. now you can debate me if there was some hard feelings. around this time i personally don't think there was. i think it was very amicable. paige also wins gatorade player of the year and they just go out and play basketball together a lot. it's very exclusively one another. like i was saying before they had no time for anyone else. who's paige realistically going to get with during this time? what she's gonna bring em back to azzi's house? like no 😭. all in all, they decide to stick to casual and remain the way they've always been. maybe there's convos about seeing other people to explore their options once paige gets to college. i could very much seeing that happening.

2021:

paige is in college, azzi's still at home finishing up high school. that casual relationship is VERYYYY casual because i personally think they were talking to other people and exploring their options with other people. im not the one to play into uconn anon shenanigans with paige being a player. that was not happening sorry to all who believe. was she probably talking to other people? yes. but nothing was done to intentionally hurt azzi and vice versa. they both mutually agreed to be in that kinda arrangement with each other in my mind. now considering they were both probably VERY much in love with each other but weren't admitting it, im sure this was a hard time for them. i don't think they were getting revenge on each other with other people tho thats stupid. they most likely hated being apart and both were in the trenches, but i dont think they were bringing up their feelings like they maybe should have. paige also makes her feels playlist around this time. and it's such a driving force in why i feel like they weren't together at this time, the bitch was in the trenches like cmon. nobody that has newly go into a relationship is making feels playlist saying "nobody is taking their baby" and "that should be me". which also brings me back into thinking that paige prob disliked azzi was talking to other people. ITS VERY NORMAL GUYS. they were young and feelings are hard and they also had A LOT of things to be doing. the song, "can't be friends" in her playlist is very interesting to me. simply because i think paige felt that way. she knew she couldn't only ever just be friends with azzi you know. and maybe this time apart showed her that. being with azzi all the time leading up to this, i think it distorted her ability to be able to see that being JUST friends with azzi wasn't enough, cause she was content just being with her yk. i definitely feel like azzi wasn't maybe coming to campus every so often and seeing paige. and they probably did hu with each other. that's what they knew guys. and i'm sorry i've said this many times but paige was 100% calling azzi her girl around this time. at the end of this year, azzi comes to uconn. this is when the lines get really blurred. after being apart for so long, i think the feelings creep on them and they inadvertently stop talking to people all together. maybe it's a conscious thing where they feel like they can't be so dedicated to someone like they are and feel good about talking to other people. they 100% were still getting with each other too. i think this starts the rough patch between them. i like to call it the great pazzi war. shots were fired and orphans were created lemme tell you. i think the feelings for each other and the dynamic they've made starts to become a little too much. and it creates riffs in their relationship. i think they're both tired of the whole casual sort of arrangement and it therefore makes them argue and have harder times, but they're both idiots who just won't say "hey im in love with you, let's just get into a relationship we both want it". this leads me to 2022.

2022

we bout on year 80 of the great pazzi war atp. messy ass tt's, some little spats, shady comments. now i think they start to get better this year for sure. i do think they argue and make each other mad and being the scorpios and libras they are they post petty tik toks. aaliyah and nika im so sorry you had to go through this. i always think about the outside tik tok azzi and aaliyah made during this time. IT WAS SO MESSY. it was exactly azzi saying eat that to paige. she put on her best outfit and posted to the pettiest song basically saying i don't need you and im not dealing with you cause im going outside tn. paige's phone im so sorry that you had to be typed on that vigorously that night 💔 i know paige was texting her like azzi take that down im serious don't go out come talk to me please im sorry!!!! pleaseeeeeee. now maybe azzi stayed strong maybe she didn't. but around this time they def were beefing a bit. but they fix it guys don't worry. i think they both get sick and tired of the arguing and decide it's best to just do what they know they've always should've done, and start dating. now it might be just them testing the waters, but it's a start damnit. i think about the repost paige did where she says "when your girlfriend cries when old people are sitting alone" and azzi's friends comment on her tt saying "gfs are on this app!". it just says to me they both immediately kinda knew what they were 😭. but paige is unserious she knows she was calling azzi her girl even when she wasn't. so it doesn't surprise their friends and them already start calling each other that. i think their friends were just happy they finally stopped playing around. and it was out of pure excitement they posted those comments.

2023-2024

now i've told yall i know they got together at the end of 2023. i think they did that testing the waters relationship for about a year before fully locking in. we get A LOT of things in 2023 too. but you can tell they are really in their honeymoon era after this leading into 2024. and now they're happily married we had an amazing summer together! kids on the way talk soon

[soobnny]

dating him | lee know

❝ come over, the cats miss you ❞

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

if he wasn’t a menace before (impossible btw), he sure as hell is now

this man is relentless

teasing as his love language

just loves riling you up bc he thinks ur reactions are so cute

and he smirks a lot too

if he wasn’t so damn attractive, u would’ve wiped that smirk off his face !!!!!

“wait min, i got a text”

“nice to know you have friends”

u hate him 😭😭😭😭😭

he’s such a little shit that he’s even rilling u up during ur dates

like

laser tag games where he kisses you to distract you before taking you out

HE’S SO MEAN

he’d push you against the wall with a sly smirk and you think you won’t fall for it again, but you do

every single time

u should’ve known better

this is lee “resident cheater in all possible games” minho

anyways

he is also an ass lover ❤️❤️❤️

i’m sorry but u cannot go into a relationship with him without expecting him to always have his hand on ur ass in some way

so in short

the trope is giving u thought he was out of ur league but he’s actually a weirdo

so now u’re dating the Weird Kid

(u wouldn’t want it any other way)

his other love language is acts of service

i said in my chan one that minho also gives Chief Hong from hometown cha3

like tell me i’m wrong

man wife #2

he is ur personal handyman

he’s just good at everything

will most probably only do it for u tho

seungmin: hyung can u fix my sink

minho: no

seungmin catching strays 😂😂

you: babe—

minho: what do you need me to do now

he says it in fake annoyance too

but he’s got his tools in his hand already ready to do whatever u want

obsessed i tell u

he drives u around too

if you have an event, a party, a project, anywhere you need to be

he’ll drive u there

he always makes time

AND he picks you up too like shut up

it could be a party that finishes at 2am and he’s just waiting for your call to pick you up

sometimes, you tell him he can just sleep early bc your friend will give you a ride home

when you get home, look … he’s still awake

he’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time to make sure you’re safe

BUT he doesn’t say anything

the moment he sees you’re alive and breathing (and doesn’t need taking care of), he’s on his way to the bedroom to sleep

when u look around, he’s done the chores already

he just does things to lessen the load that u might have u know

if u’re so stressed with anything, he’d silently clean up ur room or bring u food

so u don’t have to think about that anymore

also the best chef in town btw

he likes cooking together

and by cooking together i mean like he does all the work and u just stay there and keep him company

he can’t risk ur clumsy ass injuring urself

comforts u thru his cooking too

would baby u and feed u when u’re sad

his favorite dates with u are quiet, homemade dinners

just likes being with u and u only

away from everyone else

as niki would say, i don’t like anyone except sometimes you

it’s in moments like those that he just unwinds and shows u his softer sides

he’s honestly just so gentle and soft

he looks at u with stars in his eyes

ugh such an attentive listener too

sometimes u think he isn’t listening, but he’s got it all memorized

“yeah u mentioned it on our date 3 months ago”

like damn

anyways, moving on

his pet names for u give olden times

honey, darling, jagi

but also loser, idiot, stupid girl (endearingly)

so u two are giving me old married couple

u’d both wake up early and have coffee or tea together and just talk abt anything

also this is far into the future but like

sneak peek at minho as ur husband

i think u two would be the type to have a garden

like gardening would be ur little hobby

he grows fruits and vegetables

u beg to grow flowers

OK BACK TO BOYFRIEND MINHO

randomly sending selfies thru the day

THOSE selfies

u know what i’m talking abt

forces u to send selfies back

(ur photos are all saved and hidden in his phone but he will never tell u that)

oh u’ve also become his cats’ mom btw

one of ur favorite errands to do is going grocery shopping for his cats

u’d always end up buying them a gift

“u’re the reason my cats are spoiled”

SUUUUUUURE minho suuuuuuure

cat fashion shows

like dress to IMPRESS

(btw idk why but i feel like u could force him to play roblox with u)

he also uses his cats to lure u to visit him btw

“soonie misses u, u’re being a bad mother”

it’s just him who misses u let’s be real

and if ur favorite thing to do with him is cat shopping, his is walking by the han river with you

he loves walking

esp when it’s with you

just a peaceful walk tbh like yall don’t even have to say anything

tho sometimes when he’s feeling playful, he’d suddenly play tag with you

ends with both of u just sitting by the river and looking at the lights and the stars and holding hands or maybe ur head on his shoulder

damn wish that were me fr

when u go home, u watch some variant of a trashy reality tv show together

u’ve basically seen it all

but if anyone were to ask u what happened in those shows, yall wouldn’t know

u two were too busy just making out instead of paying attention

or falling asleep

old married couple i’m telling u

expect to also be dragged into his camping

when he has particularly long days off, he’d propose going camping together

ah, the beauty of warm bonfires and quiet conversations

he’d take good care of you the whole time

like yessss do your job as a man and fix up this entire camping site

and he does

tho, aside from camping, he’d also suggest hiking to take in the view of the mountains and the pretty sky

u’d wake up early on both occasions just to watch the sun rise

in contrast to these very productive activities, sometimes minho also just loves lazy sundays where you just cuddle for the entirety of the day

what more could he want

u and his cats with him

that’s honestly just the dream

good luck cat mom

have fun acting like an old married couple with lee know

he is the dream man

nonchalant to anyone else except u

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[sturniolooluvv]

the prank wars.  c.s

warnings: fluff, language, use of y/n

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⚘ It was a regular day at our house. The day started slowly, me and Chris hardly spoke. Nick and Matt were doing their own thing, it was a normal day. 

I'm currently sitting on my and Chris's bed, scrolling on my phone. i saw a tik tok of a girl who pranked her boyfriend by pretending to hide something on their phone. 

Chris isn't the type to need to check your phone, but I let him for reassurance. when he does, obviously he doesn't find anything. I am a very loyal person, and he knows it. He has never had a moment where he needed to check my phone.

I decided I would start by doing little things.

I walk out of our room and see Chris sitting at the dining room table. "Hi baby.." I say not looking up from my phone.

Chris smiled at me, "hi ma." he didn't really care I was staring at my phone.

I place my phone on the table, screen down. "Are you hungry? Wanna order food?" Please step into my trap..

"hm.. food sounds good, I could go for some wingstop." he says going to reach for my phone. He always orders our food on my phone.

I quickly grab the phone, I laugh awkwardly. "I'll order it.." I say not to make eye contact with him.

"uhh.. okay? just get the normal, k?" he says, he isn't catching on. I gotta go deeper.

‘Think of a random boy's name..’ "So Cole- i mean uhm" I cough "chris you wanted mild-’”

He cuts me off. "..cole? who is Cole?" he stands up walking towards me. "y/n.. who is Cole?" he says, getting angrier. 

I put my phone in my pocket. "huh? cole? Who's cole?" I say acting dumb.

he towers over me, going to reach for my phone but I back away. He sighs out of frustration, "y/n I'm not playing games and I am not dumb either. You said Cole. Is this what we're doing now? Cheating? Lying? Who THE FUCK is Cole?" He says yelling.

My eyes widened. "baby.. no one. I don't know Cole, I think you're hearing things." I say walking away to the living room.

Of course he follows after me. He grabs my waist. "y/n y/ln! I am not fucking kidding. I cannot believe you would CHEAT on me... after all we've been through." his eyes start to tear.

"Chris oh my god-!" I say, I'm starting to feel bad.. "I.. ugh. I was just joking. It's a prank. I wanted to prank you. I swear I don't know anybody named Cole!" I hand him my phone.

He wipes his tears, “wait what? You aren’t cheating on me?” He grabs my hands.

I giggle a bit. “No baby.. I would never.”

He rolled his eyes, 

“Don’t do that again, my heart fell to my ass.”

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