#wait. fuck. ooohhh

[max-nicoxfandom]

One of these days I'm gonna learn how to code AO3 so good you hoes are gonna drop to your knees at an alter stained with my fucking name full government and errything

[softmeetscreatureplz]

I'm glad you're having fun!! I like to play with friends but I end up micromanaging everyone because I'm the one with the most knowledge about the game XD unfortunately stardew valley isn't cross platform so if you are playing on a phone we can't play together but I hope you have so much fun and makes posts about it!! I wanna hear all about your adventures.

Yyeeee,, that's fair lol TvT. Kinda happens w/ me too if I end up doing things too close to other people when it's about what I'm enjoying?? (I get. So annoying on Minecraft if my base is too close to people. I like to be the FarmerTM person who comes in every once in a while and then alsobhowever is vetu far so I have my own space. I am also now realizing I might just enjoy open world farming games actually). Aww- kinda figured tho TvT. Ik most people like to play those kinds of video games on like computers jd gaming stuff a lot (similar thing has happened before where I download a game 2 play with someone before finding out they play the other version TvT). Yay!!!!!!! I will then!!!! :DDD!! I'm glad to hear that :33

[pseudowho]

18+, touch-starved, 'waiting' gentleman Nanami Kento, male masturbation over the clothes

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"But...does this count?" you whispered against Nanami Kento's neck, your hand trailing down to the curved tenting at the front of his tan trousers. He jolted, grunting, involuntarily bucking against your palm.

He was a gentleman; one who waited; one who longed. Certainly not one to turn his back on due diligence, and favouring flowers over fondling. Any girlfriend whom he intended to become his wife, would only be taken by him after a societally appropriate time.

But how long would this be? With you, a day felt like a month; a month, years. With how you smiled against his throat, he knew, from every twitch of his touch-starved body, that even a gentleman may meet his resolve's end sooner than planned.

"It...it counts," Kento choked, his body betraying him to roll his hips and the straining underside of his cock up against your palm. "I...I shouldn't. You deserve-- deserve--"

"...deserve to know the face of your pleasure, before you come inside me?" Kento froze, paralysed by the honesty, the filth of your words. He felt his cock twitch beneath your palm when you spoke again, lower this time. "Yes. Yes, I do. So..."

"I-- I don't-- haaaah," Kento cried, hoarse and breathy, for a twitch almost as bone-deep as one when he spilled himself, shivered through his length. He felt the dribble of pre-cum soak through his trousers; he saw it, too, the sticky fluid staining the pale material to beige. You felt it, too; you saw it, too. Kento knew he was a goner, when you bit your lip beneath dilating pupils.

You cupped your hand around the length of his cock, moulding his boxers and trousers to his shape, and slowly, rhythmically, beginning to jack him off through his clothes. Kento humped up desperately, dishevelled and panting, and touch-starved, so touch-starved--

"Feels good?" you whispered, suckling his throat to leave rose petals on his skin. Kento only groaned; husky, shuddering, coming undone embarrassingly quickly. Touch without touch was so illicit, so debauched, for one so corseted as he.

"Feels...feels...like I'm going to come in my boxers like a boy--" Kento growled, tangling his fingers through your hair to keep your lips on his throat.

"Would that be so bad?" you murmured against his pulse point, your tongue dipping out to taste the desperation off his skin. Your hand sped up, gliding around the length of him.

Your eyes closed to imagine it was his bare cock in your hand, instead. Your eyes closed, to imagine how the shape of him would fit every plush facet of your insides. You shivered; Kento moaned. You felt him hardening even further; felt the ghost of veins, standing proud, winding around his cock like desire paths.

The gentleman was gone, now; the needy remained.

"Don't stop," panted Kento, fucking up into your palm with every smooth masturbatory motion that your hand made around him, "--just--just like that-- don't stop-- I...I'll..."

Trailing your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you pressed a chaste little peck to his lips; but it was when your tongue swiped over his lower lip, that he met his undoing.

Your hand pumped only two more fabric-frictioned long pumps...before Kento held his breath. His jaw dropped in a silent gasp. His hand tightened in your hair, the other pressing dimples into the divot of your waist. And you felt him spill.

Kento moaned with every twitch of his cock, leaping and spurting beneath tan confines. You watched, fascinated, to see him come apart with each bucking spill, each deepening stain that spread beneath his clothes. His face, twisted in divine agony, would be seated into your mind until he took you, pinned and begging his name, for the first time.

"--f-fuck...o-ooohhh f-fuck...p-pathetic...so pathetic--"

"--hot, actually--"

A rough, gravelly cough; a mirthless laugh, with his final weak spatters of cum.

"...you...will be the end of me...I swear on my life..."

Kento opened one slim, brown eye, regarding your gleeful lip-biting with a huff. He had almost pulled himself together...until you dipped down to the cum-stain on his crotch, and fixed your mouth around it, sucking through the saturated fabric and dipping out your tongue to taste him.

Kento whimpered, bucking weakly against your lips, for you had broken him once, and twice, and now thrice, and he wondered how he would ever survive--

"...taste amazing, Kento."

Four times. Kento flipped you beneath him, pinning you to the sofa with sadistic satisfaction at the look of shock on your face.

He blew upwards, wisping commas of blond off his sweaty forehead. He curled one long finger into his tie, loosening it with one violent tug.

"I've had enough of you, madam. If you won't treat me like a gentleman, then I shan't be."

[dilfstarr]

Connie x black fem reader

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱a/n: toxic toxic toxic. zont be like them.

꒰𝜗𝜚꒱warning: physical violence, mean!connie, toxic relationship, hair pulling, orgasm denial

“Connie, your girl.”

Those three words put Con in a frenzy— thinking something serious done happened to you. He was gone for not even five minutes before a very worried Armin came out searching for him. He stepped outside with Eren to roll up and talk , leaving you inside to socialize with your friends, what could’ve happen while he was gone?

You laid flat on the wooden table—the cold surface sending chills down your exposed spine. Your top was hoisted up, covering your chest, but leaving your stomach on full display. The clear tiny shot glass, filled to the brim with tequila, balanced perfectly on your belly button.

A line of salt was poured virtually down your tummy, leading to the booze and a lime was placed right beneath the shot glass, on your pelvis. Hoots and hollers from the surrounding crowd filled your ear drums as the flashes from their phone clouded your peripheral vision.

Con made his way back into the house party frantically looking for you, finding everyone in the kitchen surrounded in a circle recording something. He pushed through the sea of people to see the commotion, finding you and Jean?

His heart dropped.

Jean’s moist flat tongue traveled down your stomach, collecting all of the surrounding salt. His hands were bound behind his back by a pink headband supplied by you. Your giggle from the tickling sensation caused a little tequila to spill from your stomach onto the table.

He wrapped his lips securely around the glass, throwing back the burning alcohol. Letting the tiny cup fall aimlessly out of his mouth, he goes to bend over to grab the lime from your crotch before being socked in the jaw by your boyfriend.

“Con!”

Your voice is drowned out by the synchronize ‘OOOHHH’ from the crowd surrounding you.

His nose flared in anger as he stared down at you. You were damn near half naked with Jean’s saliva covering your stomach. Not to mention, the poor little lime sitting on your covered cunt that he would’ve had to pick up with his teeth.

“Man, go get yo simple ass in the goddamn car.”

You pulled down your shirt and slid off the table, but not before noticing a crouched down Jean babysitting his jaw. You sat in the car for what seemed like forever. Videos of that encounter flooded your mentions as you were being tagged in them nonstop.

Connie emerged from the house with his hoodie up and a still scary look on his face. His fist were bloody and balled up as they swung at his sides with each step. The crowd of flashes followed him out of the house and to the car you waited in. The door slammed shut causing the car to shake.

“Con I-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You balled your lips, crossing your arms and got ready for this awkward car ride. He drove straight to your house in pure silence— breaking it occasionally with a snicker and a shake of his head in disbelief.

Yes, seeing Connie mad and fight for you turned you on— that’s why you continued to make him do it. He says he doesn’t care about you anymore and to ‘do you’ , but as soon as you break away he’s always seemed to come back. The thought of another man talking to you sent Con into a fit of rage. Nobody could handle Con like you did and vise versa.

You and Con have been argument free for a week now and it became boring. Urging him to go outside and smoke with Eren, you had you the perfect opportunity to convince Jean to take a body shot off of you. It took point two seconds because he was easy. Knowing how Con is about you talking to other men, Armin took it upon himself to snitch. You wanted him too.

“Shuut the fuuuck uuup.”

His hand abandoned the hold on your hip to hush your moans. With his hand around your mouth, it made your arch deeper— making you groan louder against his palm. You clawed at his grasp, gazing up at the ceiling.

“You thought that shit was cute, huh?”

He propped his foot on the nearby dinning chair. Using the grip he had on your hair and your mouth, he brought you back and forth to him whilst thrusting. This new sensation brought tears to your eyes causing the warm tears to fall down towards Con’s blood covered hand. Spit coated his palm— running down your chin and falling on the table below.

“Connnn! Fuu—cck! Your animalistic growl vibrated his hand.

“Yeaaaa? Feels good don’t it?”

“Mhm!”

“Mhm.” He mocks, “This is my. Fuckin. Pussy.”

He pushes you down flat on the table— your nipple rings clanking against the table. The hand that gripped your jaw, was now pinning your wrist behind you, while other was held firmly on the side of your head, holding it against the table. His thrust got sharper, more meaner, more intense.

“Yessss f-fuck meeee!

Your breath was held hostage in your lungs as he fucked you from behind. Loud sticky clapping echoed through the dimly lit kitchen. More tears and spit dripped out of your face, decorating the table beneath. Your cream coated his dick entirely, going ass far as coating his lower stomach. He groaned— small smirk reaching his lips.

“You like this shit don’t you?

“I-I love it Connie! Love it sho m-much!”

You rise on the tips of your toes, feeling an orgasm approaching.

“Ooooo m’gonna cummm!”

“Yea you n-nut on my dick princess?” His thrusts were now sloppy and slightly uncoordinated. He couldn’t keep up.

“Ye- yeeahhh! My goddd con-”

Before you could reach your mind blowing orgasm, Connie pulls out coating your back and ass with his nut.

“Ugngg! Fuuuuccckk!”

His body was slightly hunched over as he jerked his cock, emptying his load on you like a cum rag. You twisted your hips to encourage him to put his dick back in, he instead pulls his jeans back up.

“Con- baby? Please m’so close.”

“Ask Jean to help you finish, you’re already on the table.

[gojos-version]

hii!! :D can you write nsfw oneshot about pervy + nerd!gojo x reader after they had a huge fight?? 😳 pls pls pls ☹☹

Nerdjo pt 2 <3

Pairings- Y/N x Nerd! Satoru Gojo

Word count- 1.7k <3

Proof read- ✅

Warnings- Mating press, Stupid argument, fluff if you squint, doggy style, riding.

A/n- hey guys!! I’ve had some writers block lately but this request helped me come out of it. So thank you so much for your request <3 I've had alot on my plate that delayed me posting this, im so sorry </3 but its been a bit difficult to do anything i want to do lately. Besides being very busy i finally had time to post this. Thank you so much and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 Nerdjo..save me..Nerdjo..

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“No Satoru, I’ve had enough.” You angrily spit out and walk to your bedroom and shutting the door, sitting behind it as a way to lock it. “W-wait- baby-!” He gasps out, “Please open the door, my love I’m so sorry please let’s talk about it more calmly!” He puts his head on the door trying to hold back his tears from forming.

Maybe you did have enough of your panties being stolen because now you have absolutely none! Anybody would be frustrated that they have no panties ! I mean would want to walk around panty- less???!! Sure, your boyfriend would enjoy it but what if you have to go in public! You sigh in frustration and grumble under your breath.

Satoru felt guilt wash over him, making his throat tighten up and shame for giving into his sexual desires. How could he be so selfish? You're going to leave him for sure. Thoughts were streaming into his head causing him to spiral, his glasses fogging up and his heart thumping against his chest in panic.

He didn’t even realize tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them sitting in front of the door hearing your breathing that somewhat calmed him down. “You’re not going to… leave me right..?” He says quietly, sniffling softly. You felt your heart shatter a bit, you’d never want that. Ever.

Silently you open the door and peer down at his glossy cheeks and puffy eyes. You felt awful. But that didn’t excuse him from stealing your panties. He did it every day! And your previous panties weren’t returned so each new one you brought was taken by him. It was insanely frustrating but.. maybe you could’ve come about it a different way.

You sigh as you crouch in front of him, his blue puffy eyes boring into yours. “No, I’d never leave you. I just want you to stop taking my panties because I’m out. Again.” You cup his face in your hands, and he nods his head frantically- you're half surprised he didn't get whiplash, “it won’t happen ever again. I’m so sorry. I’ll return them all right now!”

Before he can get up you throw your arms around him in a somewhat hug since he’s still got his knees to his chest, he returns your hug almost instantly- wrapping his arms around you as he shoves his head on your shoulder. “I love you, ‘toru, okay? I’d never leave you. Especially over something stupid like this.” You reassure softly making his grip on you tighten.

“So…. What do you do with my used panties?” You pull back slightly and his entire face turns red. “U-uh..” he stutters out, “Why don’t you show me, hm?” You put a stray hair behind his ear, and he looks like he’s a second away from exploding.

“O-okay.”

Fuck you really shouldn’t have said that. You find yourself folded in half like a lawn chair and Satoru's swollen cock buried deep inside of you to the hilt. He only pulls out until the tip is left just to slam it back inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

He’s got his biceps flexing as he has one hand pinning you in the position and well… the other has your soaked panties on his face as he inhales your scent pathetically. “F-fuck- hah-!” He cries out, “‘m sorry baby- I’m so sorry-ooohhh!!” He gasps out rambling mindlessly, his glossed lips in a constant o shape.

You hitch and moan underneath him, your body felt like it was tingling all over like popping candy was in your bloodstream, your sweet spot being hit over and over again. Was this your 3rd orgasm? or your 5th? You’ve lost count and you never would have thought your nerdy boyfriend was so damn filthy. “I-I’m gonna-!” He whimpers out and fuck you're on the brink of squirting all over the both of you. Again. The sheets are soaked beneath you both and it’s been a couple of hours by now all because Satoru's inhaling your sweet little panties.

“Gonna take it for me like a good girl, huh? Yeah?” he babbles, and you nod your head teary eyed from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. “A-all y-yours ‘toru-! Angh-!!” Before you know it, you’ve soaked your thighs, tummy, his thighs and abdomen. Your eyes roll back, and you feel like you’re on fire, your toes curling deliriously while your eyes roll back and shut. You swear you see the white pearly gates for a good moment. You sob under him and shake as you pathetically grip onto him for some stability.

He pants above you and flips you over. “Wha-more-?” You whimper out and you get your answer as he sinks his swollen cock into you, and he’s balls deep into you again. You grip the pillow beneath you as your walls clench and spasm around his hard, thick cock. He pulls your head up by your hair and shoves your panties in your mouth, “im-sorry- fuck- you wanted me to show you- what I do and-hah- think about-shit-!” Fuck. You think you’re about to pass out at this point. It felt like his cock was ripping your insides apart, you could just feel him. Nothing else. Nothing mattered except the two of you. All you could do was just sit there and take it. “A-and if I..go a bit deeper..and t-thrust up-! I’ll hit your-hah- g spot- again-!” He gurgles into your ear and squeezes your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock in your sweet cunt.

“Shiiiiittt” He whimpers out, thrusting his cock up in need and he fucking laughs when your back arches deeper and you let out a muffled scream. “Found it.” He presses his chest onto your back and wraps his lets arm around your stomach pressing against the lewd bulge in your stomach and his free hand pinches your clit. “hah-! I’m sorry- I’m sorry- im shoorrrrrryyyyy!!” He cries out, “You- wanted this as much as I do- please- please! Please! Anngffhhhh!!” Fuck you couldn’t even find any strength to let out a hum in acknowledgment.

You felt pleasure in so much different places, and you didn’t have anywhere to run. Your clit, his cock deep into you, his arm squishing the bulge in your stomach- fuck it was all too much- your panties in your mouth and your head shoved in the pillow-your body felt half unconscious, but the pleasure was 0h so good and addictive you didn’t want it to stop.

Never in a million years would you have thought your nerdy boyfriend who rambles to you about Digimon or the one that lets you cock warm him while he helps you study or have soft vanilla sex would ever be this filthy. But who were you to complain when you’ve come about God knows how much. 7? 8? At this point your brain felt fuzzy and your body felt every single bit of pleasure coursing through your veins, head to toe like lightning flashing through the sky, the pleasure you were feeling was flashing through your veins deep and sharp. “Baby- love you- love you so much- don’t wanna ever make you upset at me ever again- please- hah- forgive me- please-“ He whimpers and the last thing you feel is his cock releasing thick spurts of cum deep in your womb, and you can barely process it before you’re joining his high and squeezing his cock like you walls wanted to strangle it.

Once your highs are ridden out, he slips his now soft cock out of you and flips you over softly. He takes your panties out of your mouth and presses kisses all over your face, jaw, neck and shoulders. “Are you still with me?” you hazily blink your eyes and adjust to your white-haired boyfriend pressing kisses all over you making a smile tug at your lips. Without saying anything you bring his lips to yours and kiss him softly making him moan softly into the kiss. You push him down with his back against the mattress and he looks up at you with confusion, “You still have energy?” You smirk and take his fogged-up glasses off his face, grinding your soaked pussy against his half hard cock.

You wipe his glasses clean and put them on his face softly, “Now you can see me ruin you this time.” A red blush decorates his cheeks, and he gasps out a breathy moan as you sink onto his once again hard cock, both of your bodies riddled with sweat and sore from your previous intercourse.

His hands find home on your hips as you start bouncing on his cock, slamming your hips down with a lewd wet noise with each slam of your hips, picking up your pace faster; internally smug at how his eyes roll back and shut. You study his body a bit. The way his toes curl and grip at the sheets bellow the both of you, the way his biceps flex and grip your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, the way his abdomen clenches and the way he moans loudly not afraid to show you how good you make him feel.

In reality, Satoru wasn’t keeping it cool at all. He felt like he was going to explode. Incinerate. Into a million pieces. He got nervous whenever he was close to you and now?? He had no choice but to stare into your eyes and he felt so squeamish. His heart going a million miles per hour, honestly... he could handle it before. But whenever you’re on top and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes he can’t handle it. It’s like the first time you both ever met again. His heart flutters at the thought but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when his eyes blink up to focus on you. Fuck your perfect tits bouncing, your ass jiggling from the sheer force of your hips against his. How did you have any stamina left?

You giggle at his unusual quietness and lean down to kiss him, whimpering into his mouth as the two of you kiss harshly, getting messier and messier. Before the both of you knew it you were cumming all over his cock again, squeezing him so tight and he’s filling you up for the nth time tonight. You pull your lips away from his, rocking your hips against his softly. “So, baby, tell me about that new Digimon card you got.” His eyes light up and you softly bounce your hips onto his while he rambles about the amazing new card he scored.

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[strulobitch]

It just so happens that I am a person who used to come into contact with various kinds of athletes quite often, and I know that many of them have two ways to recover from competitions: sex or sleep 🫣

What type of people do you think belong to on the grid? Who's the sleepy boy and who's the fucker? 😳

Ooohhh, I'm having thoughts

Strollonso are definitely the type to: sleepy sex -> sleep -> non-sleepy sex

Max is a fucker for sure, and so is Charles

Carlos flipflops between both

Nico is a sleeper, Gabi is a fucker, so basically a very impatient Gabi waiting for his old man to wake up from his power nap

Lando is a fucker, and with Oscar it depends. Sometimes he's totally up for it, and sometimes he's sleepy. He still let's Lando hit though🤭

Galex are both sleepers. They need a looong beauty nap, or at least a good skincare + cuddle before getting up to any intense activities

Bearnelli are both sleepers as well. As soon as they get back to the hotel it's all cuddles and "honk shoo mimimimi"

Yuki and Pierre are both flipfloppers as well, but they never sync, so it's always that one is horny and the other is sleepy

Jack and Franco are Fuckers with a capital f

Lewis is a sleeper, he goes STRAIGHT to bed and sleeps through anything

Esteban is also a sleepy boy

Isack and Liam are also flipfloppers, but unlike Yuki and Pierre they're ALWAYS in sync, so either sleeping like dead or fucking

[koralcove]

prompt: for 800 years, rafayel has waited for you. and now, it's your turn to get a taste of centuries of longing and frustration. but he wouldn't make you wait that long. maybe only for 800 minutes. contains: edging, begging, praising, dumb fucked, rafayel calling you various pet names, oh, and did i already mention the absolutely indescribable blue balling for the both of you?, also hint of angst if you squint reaally hard.

a/n: help, y'all be panicking and asking that "who be fucking for that long, damn?" it's a build up. so no, they have not been fucking for 13 hours long. there's a build up of it throughout the day. i just wrote the particular scene where they be fuckin, just to clarify. my dumb ass just wrote this when i listened to too much spicy audios, so i got too excited and just went out with it. (and 13 hours of sex is a different kind of marathon sex now.)

"a-ah! fayel, please-!"

"ooohhh, miss... i'll treat you so right. so good. you won't want anything else."

the snap of his hips makes your mind delirious, squirming under him, all red-faced and teary-eyed. your body magnets his as he presses himself against you, as if any lick of skin of his won't be satisfied without your full touch.

"rafayel- hah! fayel..." you beg hoarsely at him. your clit aches with every snap of his pelvis against yours, so sensitive, yet also so numb. minutes, hours, time, or even infinity pass by as he continues to pound into your pussy relentlessly. the tight ball in your core never snaps, and he keeps teasing and pistoning into you without any sign of stopping. only when he feels the tightness of your walls going snug around him with your thighs pressed desperately on his waist does he will himself to do so.

"want you so bad. want all of you. need you. need to be in you. fuck- cutie, i don't wanna leave you. need to be in you. forever... haaaaah!" he babbles into your neck, the words caressing hotly in your ear and spinning your mind into a heated and mindless frenzy. rafayel doesn't know how he's still going, doesn't know how he can still stop when your gummy insides hug him so warmly, so invitingly. and yet without fail, he does.

the heat and pressure grow impossibly fast, coming into you like a big tidal wave that's about to wash over you.

"pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, fayel-"

and then he does it again. cruelly stops just as you're about to reach that heaven that you've been craving for hours. it rips out a sob of frustration out of you, eyes glossed with mourning over the loss of your euphoria. a hand comes to gently take your arm out of your wet face, cooing so softly at you that you think he would've felt sorry for you. and he is. but his cruelty runs as deep as his love in this moment, and he revels in the perfectly pink flush of your skin, wanting to etch that colour into his mind and recreate it into a canvas.

"shhh, shhhshhhshhhshhh. pretty girl, don't cry. don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry. i know it hurts. i know it does, sweet pearl. but you're doing so good. doing so so great. didn't cum yet, just like i said."

he feels your body tremble, walls spasming so deliciously around him that it spills a raw guttural moan out of his pretty pink lips. and his cock aches hard. so hard, that he's doing the best he can to breath evenly. to not fucking come inside you like he knows you deserve, that you want. but you don't now. not yet.

"breath for me, cutie. need you to breath for me." he swipes away the stray strands clinging on your sticky forehead. though he's just as wrecked as you — pupils blown so wide that the flecks of purples are practically swallowed by it, heart racing and reverberating from his chest in rapid breaths, skin glistening with a glossy layer of sweat, and thighs quivering from the exertion of fucking into you for hours while denying himself as well.

somewhere along the throes of the heated moment, rafayel had decided to play along with holding off his own end as well. he's already had his share of his own release, his sticky essence coating your thighs and the insides of your pussy with your juices that his studio was filled with nothing but the lewd noises of your skin slapping and rubbing against one another for hours. and, god, did it hurt. it hurts so good that his abdomen strains with ache from the denial. his cock so fucking swollen inside of you that it almost hurts to even keep on pounding into you with how your velvety walls stimulate him so beautifully into madness. but the pained look of pleasure on your face eggs him, and he has to hide himself into your neck so he wouldn't end up getting off immediately just from your expressions alone.

"been so long... too long. please. wanna cum, rafa. wanna cum so bad, it hurts." you hiccup. you've been straining for hours physically and mentally. the seemingly innocent brushes and low whispered promises of earlier piling up in your body throughout the day like coal, blazing into a fiery pit of his doing. how foolish of you to think that you could withstand it, thinking he'll give in to you. but no. seeing his control and dedication to withholding through this challenge was something you've never expected from him. rafayel, who aches and seeks your touch. he, who was always so pliant under your hands from your searing caresses. but now, he was the one in control. and he was damn good at riling you up.

your back arches slightly, body strung up so tight that even just the smallest stir of his cock or the slightest shift of his mons brushing against your clit would send electric shocks through you and probably push you to the edge. and rafayel was very aware of this, fighting to keep still in you, trying so hard to keep his hands away from caressing and groping onto your skin when it practically burns for you. sometimes, it gets so hot that you think that his evol is acting up.

"shh, it's not yet time, lovely. you know how long you still have to wait."

you honestly lost track of time of how much time you still have to endure this hellish circle of your body crescendoing to a high only for you to be pulled down so roughly from it. sniffles rack your body as you taste the saltiness streaming down your face. rafayel kisses it away.

he coos gently at you, whispering soft and reassuring words like one would to a timid shaking animal that needs to be calmed. you retort back with mindless babbles of whines and cries of him being so mean, incoherent words filled with empty bitterness at the situation, of how cruel this test was to you. he only answers with a nuzzle to your neck, pressing light kisses on it, catching the salty taste of your skin and desperation. distantly, he thinks that he knows that feeling all too well. the longing and aching, the desperation and desire of having something so close only to be tugged away from your grasp the moment it becomes too good to be true when it nears you... he lives and breaths with that feeling all too well.

the soothing caress of your hair and his frustrating resilience of keeping still in you eventually calms your body. you could only sniffle as you are left powerless from his skilled hands, grounding you from the high that he so deliciously almost took you to, but also pulled away from. your face turns away from him, an image of silent defiance from a petulant child who was denied the toy they wanted. but he takes his time with you with a patience that you didn't know was capable from the bratty man-child that you know.

when the buzz of your body dies down, you only lay in silence now. rafayel's head rests on top of of your chest, the beat of your heart an instrument that soothes his own desires. he absently traces mindless shapes just above your breast, and your eyes take in the gradient hues of the sky. his eyes follow to where your gaze is, and he sighs lightly, breath fanning against your cooled skin.

he sits up slightly, tilting your head to meet his eyes that are only ever full of devotion to you. you can't help but melt from the sight. he's always so expressive yet so unreadable that he becomes a mystery to you at times. but when he looks at you with those eyes, full of fondness and longing that's incomprehensible to you, you can't help but mimic the affection.

he sweeps down for a kiss, tender and sweet, before he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. when he intertwines his hand into yours, you brace yourself for what's to come.

a slow, sensual gyration of his hips, making sure to not overstimulate your poor clit too much, and a few small thrusts test your sensitivity. you can't help the hitched gasp that leaves your mouth, squeezing his hand as his pace is steady. but you know it's only a matter of time before that changes.

your ears pick up his voice, but not the words of his native tongue. but they sound sweet to you, until it eventually changes into breathy gasps and desperate whispers as his hips slap hard against yours. the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours turns into a dull pain as your nails dig into his knuckles, feeling the slow heat of euphoria build into you once more.

your mind reels at the thought of him thrusting into you violently, the squelch of your fluids mingling into the dusk air. he'll take you higher again, body moving with a frenzied fashion that will mush your brain into only thinking of wanting and needing more. and then he'll stop again as you come closer to your peak, kissing your tears away. and then he'll do it again. again and again and again and again, ruining you and building you back up.

you still have 160 minutes left.

[xotaemintol]

ᯓPhone sex HC with- MKL•NJM•PJS ᯓ★

ᯓ“All you gotta do is say yes…”. ᯓ★

WARNING: This fanfiction includes; Phone Sex, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Praise, Suggestive content, Cursing, Dirty Talk, and more. If you are a minor, GO AWAY. If you are triggered by any of these things, kindly look away •u•

|asfab reader//fem pet names used ‘pretty girl’ ‘good girl’ ‘special girl.’ Plus size friendly, poc reader in mind ᢉ𐭩|

ᯓFeedback,notes, and reposts are always greatly appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcome, enjoy ᯓ★

ᢉ𐭩NA JAEMINᢉ𐭩

You can hear him breathing, his voice is like honey. His words dragging as he purrs soft commands in your ear.

“Just like that baby, ooohhh my pretty girl, I bet you look so pretty for me right now.” He doesn’t touch himself, just enjoying the sounds you make. From the sound of your breathing to your slightly muffled moans.

He doesn’t want to be too mean tonight. Jaemin knows just how much his special girl misses him, so when you get close he asks you to wait. “Can you do that for me baby, can you hold it?” You reply in a whiny and desperate tone saying yes, but your whole body jolts when he calls you a good girl for being so obedient.

“I want you to tell me just how much you miss me, tell me how badly you wish I was there and I’ll let you cum, okay?” Although he can’t see you, your head nods frantically.

You don’t notice until youve started spewing lewd cries of love and desperation, but he’s finally started touching himself. Getting off to the sound of you telling him that you just can’t live without him, how you miss the way he fills you up and how tightly he holds you.

But he doesn’t cum, if he was trying to get off then you’d be on the phone for hours because he’d never feel satisfied.

“You gonna cum baby? Hm?” He knows you’re there when you stop replying, all he can hear is faint slapping sounds—he loves the way you fuck yourself crazy for him.

It’s not until you hear his voice telling you that it’s okay to cum that you finally let go, letting out sweet cries of his name as you do so.

ᢉ𐭩JISUNG PARKᢉ𐭩

Jisung wasn’t sure about phone sex, despite the hotel walls being as thick as a cinder block—Chenle was next door and there was no telling when he’d pound on the door or if he could hear. But when you called his name in that coaxing voice Jisung couldn’t stop himself from slipping his hand underneath the band of his adidas pants. You giggle at the sound of him shuffling around in his hotel bed, knowing that he likely has anything and everything on it. He misses you so much, he knows that just jerking off wont be enough and he’s not afraid to voice that. “I want to kiss you so bad baby, I wish you were here right now.” He swallows thickly, asking you if you’re touching yourself too. His awkward question and shy laugh is so enduring. “Go slow…I want our paces to match.”

You follow his request and melt into pleasure. There isn’t too much talking at first, Jisung is listening for you and you’re listening for him until you ask him to talk. “Uhm, what-what do I say?” His brain is so foggy, his slow movements up and down his cock feels so treacherous. But with a push he gets the hang of it, muttering soft praises—his deep and soft voice is dripping with lust. Every word coming out slowly, so full of passion and unfiltered desire.

“I…I wanna be inside you so bad baby…” Every thing he says, no matter how sweet or how dirty pushes you closer and closer.

It takes him a moment to realize, but when he does he encourages you to finish for him. “Cum for me baby, I wanna hear your voice…mhm…I-I wanna hear you say my name and-and feel you, feel you so…so fucking deep.” As your voice grows louder his does the same, the sounds of your voice and his fill the hotel room as euphoria washes over you both.

ᢉ𐭩MARK LEEᢉ𐭩

You called him late at night, he was still in the studio and his voice sounded so tired. “Hey baby…” he purred in a sleepy tone, it was bad enough that you were missing him so badly. But he was so carelessly turning you on—you felt guilty for the way you asked him to keep talking as you slipped your hand into your underwear. “What are you doing up late baby, you couldn’t sleep without hearing my voice?” Of course he knew what you were doing. Youve told him too many times that his voice turns you on for him not to know you’d be touching yourself to it.

Luckily for you he’s so vocal and instead of shaming you, he eggs it on. “Baby, you know it’s dangerous for you to call me like this while I’m working.” He said playfully in a low and soft tone, you could hear him smiling as he spoke. He was obviously entertained by how little he had to do to get you off, the way you shamelessly moaned into the speakers made him feel so proud. “You sound so pretty for me baby, you missed me that much?” His question only made you feel lightheaded with desire. “Ooh, baby, I know you missed me more than that, right? Show me how much you missed me.”

Your shaky voice is so cute to him, the way you helplessly call out his name and beg for him to come over—pleading despite knowing he’s half way across the world for another week.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be there soon. I’ll take care of you just like you need, you want that baby?”

When you don’t respond he just chuckles, knowing from your sudden heavy breathing and broken calls of his name that you’re about to cum.

“Be as loud as you want baby, it’s just me.”

Finally when you release he’s laughing to himself, praising and comforting you—wishing he wasn’t working and that he could’ve gotten off too….

[alanisstonedd]

caught mid-vibe

cw: fanum x black!reader, slightttt chubby!reader, masturbation [f receiving], pussy eating, raw p in v, toe suckinggg oops exposed, just nasty nasty nasty, dirtay talkin, BIG BOY vibe

an: i’m actually so sick for this nigga i wanna tackle him every time i see him on my screen

you swear you were trying to be patient.

he’d been streaming nonstop this week—events, collabs, a few marathon nights with kai and duke, content deadlines piling up.

and you? you just came off your damn period, hallelu!! howeverrr, it bad been awhile since any action came your way. you were kind of a mess hormones flaring. ovulating. needy.

the everything was making you throb recently. his voice from down the hall. his cologne lingering on the hoodie you were curled up in. the memory of the last time he really touched you.

so you figure… fuck it. just a quick one. you’re grown for fucks sake. you’re a big girl…. you can take care of yourself.

you crawl into his bed, grabbing your phone, nothing on but his hoodie and some panties. you click on twitter, dim the brightness, and slide a hand into your panties — already slick from the two seconds your boyfriend came in to grab his damn headset.

you not gonna go crazy or anything. just a lil relief before he’s done yelling “LOCK THE FUCK IN, CHAT” down the hallway.

but sadly, you don’t even hear the footsteps. and you definitely don’t notice the door swinging open until it’s wayyyy too late.

SLAM.

“YO—baby, you seen my—”, he stops in his tracks. you freeze too. your hand? still between your thighs, phone hanging in the other, just low enough for the screen to be visible.

he stands frozen in the doorway, jaw hanging down like fuckin bugs bunny, eyes locked on your soft brown legs spread across the sheets, hoodie bunched around your hips, panties pushed to the side, glistening pussy on display. you could hear his durag drop.

you blink, lips parted, no clue what the fuck hes about to say, “…bae—”. and then he just smirks. slow. wicked. walks in with a smugness about him and locking the door with a click.

“ooohhh, reallyyyy?”

you scramble upright. too shocked to know whether to apologize or stand on it, “waittttt—i didn’t know you was gonna—”

he creeps closer to the bed, pulling off his headset and tossing it on the chair without so much as a glance. “you was just gon’ start without me, ma?”

you swallow, mouth suddenly dryer than a bitch, a little scared of the look in his eye “i—i didn’t— bae—”

“didn’t what?” he’s muchhh closer now, his big frame dwarfing you over the bed. “didn’t think it mattered? didn’t mean to be laid out in my hoodie, tryna bust a nut like i don’t live here?”

you try to speak, but he’s already grabbing your ankle, and dragging you down the mattress until your ass is at the very edge of the bed.

hes yanking your legs apart, eyes dropping to your bare, slick folds. he can feel the heat coming off you from where hes standing, and its got his heart beating fast as fuck. he groans with his whole chest.

“mm-mm,” he shaking his head, tsking, quickly pulling your panties off the rest of the way. “now I gotta top whatever had you wilin'.”

he kneels. grabs one leg, and drapes it over his shoulder almost too easily. he spits on your pussy like it’s his. then that mf dives TF in, tongue first, and you basically scream — LOUD.

his mouth is so hot, tongue swirling so slow, deep, then fast as hell, like he’s making up for every hour you waited. like he’s fuckin offended you didn’t call for him.

he’s groaning into it. slurping. playin with his food. sucking your clit like a damn vacuum. his hand slips under your hoodie and grabs your soft belly, holding you down while you twitch and shake — moaning like you're possessed.

“mhmm. you ain’t need that video,” he murmurs against your folds. “you needed me.” you groan at that, arching into his mouth, "fuck— i didddd."

you cum so hard you almost lift fully off the mattress, both hands on his braids, pillowy thighs squeezing tight around his head.

but of course he doesn’t stop. he rides your orgasm out with his mouth still locked on you like glue, slurping up every drop, licking your clit like its for him, only letting up when you’re whining and pushing at his forehead.

he stands, grinning. licking his lips, like he only does when the food was too good, pulling his shirt off. “i told yo ass to wait for me.”

you dont even respond, too dazed. legs trembling. still clutching the sheets. then he flips you over, with a strength you ain't even know he has. you're face down. ass all the way up.

your — his — hoodie still on, all twisted at the waist. panties probably slung on his monitor. he drops his sweats justttt enough. you feel his belly brush your back first, that thick, heavy weight of him grinding up against your ass.

“still wet?” he mutters, dragging the head of his dick between your folds. “yeahhh, why wouldn't yo ass be..” he chuckles, sliding in slow and DEEP.

you can't help but sob into the pillow, feeling so stuffed. he moans behind you. “shit… pussy too good. hits the spot.”

his thrusts are heavy, full-body type, all his weight behind them, shaking the bed frame. his hands grip your waist, then slide down to your ass like he can't help it—grabbing, smacking, massaging between thrusts.

you feel his belly slap against your ass with every stroke, shoved up the bed with the force of a fully grown man.

“you needed this dick that bad, huh?” he pants. “couldn’t wait? had to fuck ya’self while i’m right down the hall like i ain’t been dreaming about this pussy all day?”

you try to answer but all you get out is “i— fuckkkkk— m' myGod—”

he pulls you up by the back of the hoodie, and holds you against his chest while still stroking deep into you from behind, his belly clapping up against your booty. he got one hand massaging your tit under the hoodie, rolling your stiff nipple in between his scorching hot hands. the other is around your throat, lips kissing at your jaw.

“y’know i gotchu, right?” he breathes. “anytime. any fucking place.” all the sudden you're completely empty, flipping onto your back. throwin' both legs up on his shoulders. hes folding you in half. “yeah— gotta remind you who this pussy belong to.”

he starts stroking even deeper now. slow but fucking brutal. you’re clawing at the sheets, crying, his belly pressing into yours like a bumper with every thrust, the bed audibly creaking beneath y'all.

he leans down and sucks at your pebbled buds like he needs them,. then hes leaning back up to wrap his lips around your toes. nasty. loud. sloppy. “unnhh— bae—please—i can’t—” completely unable to get more than a few words out around the punching of his dick reaching a place you could never.

“you got it mami—" he moans, pace picking up, practically chasing your pussy up the bed, “yeah— you got it—”. you cum again. he grins like a mad man. blown pupils locked on your face.

“you gon’ try that shit again, ma?” he asks, breathless. “you gon’ lay up in my bed with your hand in your panties while i’m two rooms over?”

you shake your head, still trembling. he laughs, softly nodding his head. “yeah… s' what i fuckin' thought.”. then he's leaning over to put your toes in his mouth some more. nasty. loud. sloppy.

hes slurping like he ain't just had your legs shaking from the deepest dick you’ve ever taken. his eyes flick up while your manicured toes flex against his tongue. you groan, breathless watching his tongue slip in between them.

“oh— i got you moanin’ from that?” he grins against your foot. “you such a nasty girl for me.” he laughs, his free hand smoothing over your sensitive nipples and down over your supple tummy.

you whimper, face flushed, breath ragged. “baby… i swear to God i can’t—”

he laughs. like you actually cracked a joke. “ma,” he pants, tongue still flicking at the tip of your toe, “you ain’t done. not yet at least.”

he drops your legs and slides out. you bite back a sob at the loss of him inside you. but before you can catch your breath—he flips you again. face smushed into the sheets. again.

he grabs a handful of all that ass, spreads you open with both hands, and spits. nasty and thick. it drips right down your folds— you can feel it— right over your clit, and he rubs it in with two thick fingers. slowly. teasing. like he knows hes doing it justtt right.

“wanted it so bad you fuckin' started without me,” he mutters, low. dangerous. “so now i'ma give it to you until you forget what the fuck you was even watchin’.”

he's sliding back in. and fucks you like it’s what he actually came upstairs to do. no build-up, no restraint. just deep, hungry, punishing strokes. clap. clap. clap.

your pussy's queefing around him, your face pressed into the sheets, drooling, tears wetting the pillow. he grabs your arms and pins them behind your back with one hand, the other pressing on the small of your back to arch you deeper.

“you feel that?” he growls. “feel how deep i'm in you? that’s exactly what you was missin’, huh?”. you cry into the mattress, hiccuping from the pressure, cramping somewhere you can't identify.

“say it.” he breathes, drilling you harder.

“i—i needed it, bae, i swear—”

“you need me,” he snarls, leaning down, teeth brushing your ear. “not no video. not no toys. me.” his hands are everywhere, squeezing at your booty, at your tits, tweaking your nipples, running down your back.

you nod frantically. “i need you—i do—”

he grabs your throat from behind, pulls you up again, his body flushed to your back, his stomach heavy and hot against you. he reaches around and starts rubbing your clit again, panting, mouthing at your shoulder.

its not soft. not teasing. its the most purposeful pressure you've ever felt. “you gon’ cum on this dick again,” he breathes, voice hot over your ear. “and you not gon’ stop til i tell you to.”. your moans fall the fuck apart. you’re begging now. pleading with him. that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap again.

and it does. quick as fuck. you scream his name as you cum so hard your body jerks in his grip. seizing up, legs trembling, whole body wracked.

and his ass still doesn’t pull out. he strokes you through it. rubs you through it, so much pressure on your poor overstimulated clit. your hands scramble for some part of him—anything—to hold onto.

“shit…” he moans, slowing his harsh thrusts just enough to let your brain reboot. “you came so hard you almost ran from me.”

you try to speak. can’t get a word out, still so full, so you just sigh. he grins. “yeah… keep tryna do this shit without me... see how that works out.” he chokes out still fucking thrusting, like his life depends on it. then finally—finally— he cums with a deep, broken growl.

he slams in one last time, buried so deep you swear you feel it in your chest, his belly fitted into the deep arch in your back. you catch your breath as you feel the warmth fill you, and drip out so thick. he leans over, lips brushing your shoulder. still twitching inside you.

“now you're done.”

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xoxo, lana 💋💋💋

[tateypots]

Lead Me Not Into Temptation 8

Part 7 Part 9

When he gets to your door he can hear you moaning inside. He knows if he waits just a few more minutes you’ll be coming undone, finally getting the release you so badly need.

With a smirk he knocks loudly on your door and he tries not to laugh as he hears your disappointed groan.

It takes a couple of minutes for you to open the door, calling out a harried, “just a minute,” as you try to right yourself before facing him.

When you finally open the door you’re a mess, dishevelled and breathless, a sheen of sweat coating your skin and your eyes glassy and frantic. So close. You’d been so, so close.

And now he’s here and he’s handing you a smoothie and he’s so kind and thoughtful and so fucking handsome you barely remember how to breathe.

And you see how happy he is when you take a big swig and tell him how delicious it is, how happy he is that he made you happy. And you want to make him happy too so you take another large mouthful and drink in the way his eyes light up.

You’ve never been cared for like this and it’s so overwhelming and you’re aching so badly and when he reaches out and strokes your cheek and tells you he’s missed you something in you just snaps.

You lunge at him, your cup dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, the small amount remaining spilling out onto the hardwood floor as you press your lips desperately against his.

His much fuller cup follows yours onto the floor, making a mess of the floor and both of you as it splashes up your legs. Neither of you care.

He’s just as desperate as you, one arm wrapped tightly around you as his other hand gropes you all over, your breasts, ass, hips and waist. His tongue is thrust deep into your mouth, massaging your tongue in a way that makes you weak. You’ve never been kissed like this before and you never want it to end.

You’re so lost in him you don’t notice that he’s moved you until your back is pressed up against the front door. The cold shock of the wood against your back almost breaks the spell, almost bringing you back to your senses but now his lips are against your throat and his hand is inside your dress and bra, squeezing the soft flesh and he’s groaning into your skin. You’re dragged back under in seconds.

You pull his face back up to yours and invade his mouth again, desperate for the taste of him. Your hands rove his chest before fisting in his t shirt.

“You got no idea what you do to me,” he growls against your lips, grabbing your thigh and hiking it over his hip, opening you up to him. He rolls his hips into yours and you feel him against your throbbing core, hard and huge, every bit as desperate as you are. The sheer size of him has you panicking. He’s so much bigger than your husband.

“Joel wait!”

“No, no more waitin’.”

He kisses you again to shut you up and his fingers find their way under your dress and into your panties. You mewl as his fingers ghost over your clit as he explores your folds.

“So fuckin’ wet f’me, such a good girl.”

You moan at his words and it turns into a yelp as he pushes two thick fingers deep into you without warning.

He starts to pump them immediately, pulling back to watch your face as you take him, your mouth popped open in a perfect O and your eyes heavy and unfocused.

“Been dyin’ to touch you like this. You’re doin’ so good baby. Tell me how it feels. C’mon baby, talk to me.”

“Joel, ah! Oh, please, ooohhh, Joel!”

“I know baby, I know. Gona make you feel so good.”

He squeezes another fat finger inside you with a condescending, “big stretch.” He’s not kidding, the addition makes your pussy burn and you scream into his shoulder where your head has fallen.

You can’t focus on anything but the feel of his fingers inside of you. You’re clinging onto him for dear life as you feel yourself build higher and higher. You’ve never felt like this. Even in the moments before he arrived you hadn’t felt like this. You’re know you’re building to something but it’s hard to imagine feeling any better than you do right now.

And then he starts to crook fingers inside you and his thumb starts circling your swollen and sensitive clit and it’s game over. Something bursts inside of you, waves and waves of the most intense pleasure rush through you. You’re screaming again as your body shakes and convulses.

“Fuck yes, that’s it baby, so fuckin’ pretty when you come for me. That’s it, just like that.”

He continues to pump his fingers until the aftershocks abate and you slump into him. He doesn’t remove his fingers, too enthralled by the feel of your soft walls wrapped tight around his fingers. You’re going to feel so good around his cock.

He strokes up and and down your back and presses soft kisses onto your cheek and forehead. You groan and pant as you come down. Your head is fuzzy and your body is buzzing. You’ve never felt so good.

You’re snapped back to reality with a bang as you hear a car door slam and the unmistakable sound of your husband whistling as he walks towards the front door.

You freeze catching Joel’s eyes, your face covered with panic as you process what just happened and that your husband is just outside and you’re pinned against the door with your neighbours fingers still inside you.

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[twstgarden]

❁ ❝ 𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀? ❞

━ third years and gn! reader (separate ; can be seen as platonic or romantic) ━ how unfortunate, you had to leave your dorm to buy some snacks in sam's shop, only to realise that the moment you stepped out of the mystery shop, a heavy rain started to drench you and your groceries. (f/n stands for first name)

do not steal or translate without my permission.

"thank you! all the best for your future!"

as you waved at sam, his goodbye greeting made you smile and bow politely at him before leaving his store. it was going to be a great day, or so you thought. you held the grocery bags in both hands as you started walking away with the intention to head back to your dorm, but the sudden roar of thunder followed by heavy rain hammering down sage's island said otherwise.

"damn it. just what i need."

you mumbled sarcastically to yourself, sighing heavily as you walked to a nearby bench under a tree. it was a little soaked with how heavy the rain was, but compared to the open streets, it was better. you looked back at sam's shop and wondered if you could purchase an umbrella, but you had no madols left - the ones you used to purchase the groceries do not have any change, so you were left with 0 madols in your pocket.

silently admitting your defeat, you sat on the bench. your clothes were already drenched, so why does it matter if you sat on a wet bench? at least sitting under this tree won't let the rain hit your face directly.

and so, there you were, sitting on the bench with your eyes up at the leaves of the tree, thinking about your next step. should you just run back to the dorm and say "fuck it"? or should you wait on this slightly drenched bench for the weather to be better?

you were about to do what you think is the best decision - even though, it's not, until a shadow cast over you. your view of the tree leaves was changed with a piece of fabric and what seemed like the interior of an umbrella.

❝ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 ❞

"ooh, prefect? what are you doing in here all alone?"

that was the first thing you heard from your so-called saviour of the day. a semi-bright smile was seen on the heartslabyul third-year's lips as he stood beside you on the bench, covering your slightly drenched self from the rain.

"oh, cater, uh... i just finished my grocery shopping and i did not know it was going to rain today, so with my shitty luck, i got out of the shop and the rain started pouring... i did not have any madols left to buy an umbrella, so i sat here and... started thinking if i should just run back to my dorm or wait until the weather is clear."

cater let out a soft "ooohhh..." as you explained your little situation, then he urged you to stand up as he grabbed a few of your grocery bags, "i'll help you, then! we can share my umbrella."

you hummed softly and thanked him in response, standing up as you grabbed the remaining grocery bags that he did not carry. "what are you doing out here, though?" you asked, walking down the main street with cater by your side.

"oh, me? i just got back from the bakery at the foot of the hill and i knew it was gonna rain today, so i came prepared!"

lucky him for reading the weather forecast before going out, then.

after he said those words, cater let out a soft laugh as he nudged you a little bit and spoke with a teasing tone, "you should read the weather forecast every now and then, n/n~"

you snickered at his words and nudged him back by the elbow, "it was so sunny when i went out, literally there was no indication that it would rain! the world is out to get me, cay-kun, the world is out to get me."

as you both walked down the drenched streets of the campus, the sound of the heavy rain drowned both of your conversations and laughter. soon, you arrived at the front porch of your dorm, turning around to smile at cater as you gave him a little polite bow.

"thank you for coming to my rescue~ haha, just kidding, but thank you for accompanying me."

❝ 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ❞

“you’ll get sick if you stay drenched out here.”

a kind voice seeped through your ears as you looked up and saw trey looking down at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. he held his umbrella towards you, sheltering you from the heavy rain while searching through his pockets for a handkerchief, hoping it might at least dry you up a little.

“i did not know it was going to rain today,” you replied sheepishly, “but at least i got my groceries.”

“which are also drenched.”

“…yeah…”

a soft sigh followed by a laugh left his lips before grabbing your grocery bags and urging you to follow him. “come, i’ll bring you back to your dorm and prepare some soup,” said trey as he started walking with you in tow, making sure you’re still shielded by the umbrella.

“you’re a life saver, trey,” you spoke with a soft laugh, “if only i had read the forecast, then i would have been prepared for this.”

“is that a new lesson learned, n/n?” questioned trey rather teasingly. “oh totally,” you replied, “maybe i should pack an umbrella for emergencies… but then again, it would mean we wouldn’t meet in the rain like this.”

“oh, no. that is dangerous. you might get sick,” spoke trey, clearly not getting the hint that you were trying to say you wanted to see more of him.

‘ah… how dense…’

❝ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 ❞

“are you trying to get sick?”

hearing leona’s voice made you look up as you replied, “of course not.”

“then don’t sit in the rain,” said leona as he continued sheltering you with the umbrella, “come, i’ll bring you to your dorm.”

without another word, you stood up with your grocery bags in hand and walked alongside the savanaclaw dorm leader. no words were exchanged for the time being, but he paused in his tracks the moment he caught you shivering a little and lent you his jacket.

“read the forecast next time,” scolded leona with a soft click of his tongue.

in response, you huffed, but held onto his jacket for warmth, “hmph, it was sunny out, so i did not think it would rain… but i think it was worth getting drenched in the rain.”

with a raised brow, leona asked, “huh?”

“’cause you became my savior!” you replied with a rather cheeky and teasing smile, wanting to joke around with him, but his deadpanned expression was ten times better in response. his deadpanned expression turned into a soft smirk as he said, “ah, you did that on purpose, then. you are as sly as ruggie despite being an herbivore.”

it was your turn to have a deadpanned expression.

“i’ve told you plenty of times that i am not an herbivore.”

“whatever you say.”

❝ 𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭 ❞

“my my, did you not know you’ll catch a cold just bysitting in the rain like that? tsk tsk,” spoke vil as he sighed and pulled you up, “what are you even doing out here?”

“oh, vil! i went out for groceries, and…” you trailed off.

“��you did not know it was going to rain today?” questioned vil.

“...yeah.”

“hm. figured.”

you blinked in response, watching as vil turned around and urged you to follow him while you carried your groceries – which were drenched, by the way. “you could have stayed in sam’s shop until the rain passed,” suggested vil, “rather than moping on the bench like a wet cat.”

“i did not think of that… i was thinking of buying an umbrella, but i no longer have any madols left,” you replied.

vil hummed in response as he pulled you closer to make sure you were walking under his umbrella. he can’t have you sick now, can he?

“next time, bring an umbrella for emergencies. yes, we are in sage’s island and the weather seems to be under control, but you have to be prepared. you’re lucky i even caught you out here,” scolded vil.

“okay, mom,” you muttered.

“what was that?” asked vil with a raised brow, as if daring you to repeat what you just said.

you quickly shook your head in response, “nothing! um… what are you doing out here anyway?”

“i just got back from the botanical garden,” replied vil, “i was looking for a specific plant for a project of mine.”

“oh, i see…” you replied before looking up and realising you were standing right in front of ramshackle’s gate, “ah, we’re here! thank you, vil!”

just as you were about to run off, vil caught your wrist and spoke, “what are you doing? running in the rain all the way to the front door? no. i will accompany you. you’ll surely get a cold and grim isn’t exactly capable of taking care of you now, is he?”

❝ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❞

“oh la la~ seems i caught a sweet rabbit all alone.”

“rook, stop calling me that,” you quickly replied as you looked behind, “it’s creepy.”

with a soft laugh, rook proceeded to sit beside you, still holding onto the umbrella that now protected you both from the rain. “what might bring you here in this stormy afternoon?”

“groceries… and bad timing, i suppose,” you replied.

a dramatic sigh left his lips as he spoke, “mon dieu! how unfortunate. i shall take you home then, chérie.” as he stood up, he held his hand out towards you and smiled, “well, let’s get going, then.”

your walk back to ramshackle was a little quiet – well, you were. rook was busy talking and sharing a few things about his morning with vil and epel when you suddenly asked, “what were you doing out here, by the way?”

“ah, me? why, i was merely sightseeing!”

‘riiight… sightseeing…’ you thought to yourself.

“sightseeing… what… exactly?” you questioned, though at the same time, you wished you didn’t.

“wildlife, of course! just a lion in his natural habitat.”

‘called it,’ you thought.

“a-anyway, thank you for accompanying me, rook.”

❝ 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 ❞

“ortho?”

‘right… why would idia be out here anyway?’

“hello!” chirped ortho as he smiled at you while holding an umbrella. he was protected by his gear, so he clearly did not need the item as he handed it to you. “what are you doing out here, nee-/nii-san?”

“i was buying groceries,” you replied.

ortho hummed a little ‘oooo…’ in response before replying, “you should bring an umbrella with you next time!”

“ortho! wait for me!”

the sound of another voice caught you off guard as you looked away and saw idia heading towards you and ortho. “i should not have gone out,” muttered idia as he quickly hid behind the bench after reaching you.

“huh? idia?” out of pure confusion, you looked at him wide-eyed like a fish, “this is a first.”

a soft grumble was heard from the ignihyde dorm leader as he replied, “don’t start, n/n. i needed some snacks, but ortho insisted i leave my room and accompany him in this quest.”

“it’s not healthy to have junk foods as your entire diet,” you spoke.

“not this again,” mumbled idia.

you laughed a little and patted his shoulder, seeing as he was crouching behind the bench, “i’m just looking out for you. well, let’s go?” as you stood up, so did idia as ortho trailed behind you both.

the walk did not take long until you reached the front door. once you entered, you turned around and spoke, promptly inviting them into your home, “come, let’s play some games and enjoy the rainy weekend.”

❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 ❞

“child of man?”

a familiar voice made you turn around as you smiled and sighed softly in relief, and it took a few moments to realise the rain had abruptly stopped. “…huh? wasn’t it raining…?” you muttered, but as you looked at the man before you, he sported a frown.

“i did not realise you’d be out here. worry not, the rain has temporarily ceased. please, let me dry you off,” spoke malleus as he lifted his hand to cast a drying spell on you, but you knew just how powerful the gust of wind would be as you instinctively held onto the bench whilst he dries you off with his magic.

it did do the job, though, so you had no complaints.

“let me escort you back to your dormitory,” said he as you were about to grab your grocery bags, “and let me carry those.”

“wha- no, no, it’s alright. you don’t have to – “

“nonsense. this is the perfect chance to walk together, no?”

without another word, the grocery bags started floating beside you as he held a small smile on his face, gesturing you to follow him, and so you did. as you walked together and talked together, you couldn’t help but feel safe now that he was around.

“– and the order of their placement shows the most recent to the oldest carved gargoyles, which can also indicate just how long this academy has been around,” spoke malleus as he had been educating you on the gargoyles of night raven college, and you, of course, listened attentively.

all that talking made it seem like time was going too fast as you had already arrived at the front porch, causing you to sigh. “we’re already here? i wanted to hang out with you more,” you replied before realizing you had said those words out loud, which caused malleus to blink in surprise before smiling.

“we can always continue walking around. this building may seem old and decrepit, but it doesn’t mean it has no story to tell. don’t you think so, child of man?”

❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 ❞

“oh dear, by the seven, what is a poor little prefect doing out here?”

you huffed the moment you heard that before turning around to meet with lilia’s red eyes staring back at you with a teasing grin, but you knew he was worried about you as he quickly dried you off with a spell and held the umbrella over your head.

“you’ll get sick if you continue to soak yourself in the rain,” scolded lilia as if his teasing demeanor quickly turned into a parental one, “come, let’s bring you back to your humble abode.”

with a blink of an eye, lilia carried all your groceries in one swift motion, letting them float alongside you two as he hummed a happy tune while walking down the drenched main street. the umbrella continued to cover you from the rain as you stayed silent.

the short silence was cut by lilia as he gasped, “oh! i had completely forgotten. dear me, my memory must not be as sharp as it used to be.” confused, you blinked and looked at him, waiting for him to at least explain what he was talking about, but he had not said a word and instead, held your hand.

as you were about to ask what he was doing, you suddenly found yourself back in ramshackle’s foyer. did he just use his teleportation magic?

“…woah… that was so cool!”

you exclaimed, finding yourself amazed at the magical experience as you looked at lilia with a huge smile, “and you get to do that all the time? that’s so convenient! you are so cool, lilia.”

lilia laughed a little as he ruffled your hair, “look at you, gleaming like a kid looking at a candy. i suppose it is very cool, but cute is the best adjective to describe me, don’t you think so?”

“…um… yeah, sure.”

“is that hesitation i hear?”

you quickly shook your head, “no, not at all!”

in response, lilia smiled and patted your head, “then i am glad. i should reward you with a nutritious dinner made by yours truly.”

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[tea-writes19]

snapshots | s.w.

pairing: sam wilson x f!torres!reader

summary: being the new falcon’s sister comes with some perks

warnings: latina reader, friends to lovers, reader is sam’s social media manager, swearing, fluff, comedy, suggestive content, minor ca:bnw spoilers, slow burn

a/n: based on this request!! i hope this lives up to your expectations nonnie! also i’m not latino so i apologise if the spanish and mannerisms are off! ps i’m sorry this is so late, i fell into a bit of a writers block

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yourusername: new job alert🗣️📢

tagged: @/samwilson

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user1: ooohhh can’t wait!!

user2: congrats!

samwilson: you couldn’t have picked a better photo?

yourusername: it’s called authenticity samuel

yourusername: now let me do my job

samwilson: 🤲🏾🤲🏾

user3: can’t wait for more pics of sam like this😭

user4: frfr

user5: same😭😭

joaquintorres: you think this is how nepo babies feel?

user6: 😭😭

yourusername: guess you could call me a nepo sister

user7: omg omg omg

user8: best social media manager goes to y/n🏆

yourusername: i’d like to thank the academy…

user9: pls you’re so funny✋😭

yourusername: i try🤷🏻‍♀️

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yourusername: i call this one the ‘they suck at pool’

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user14: tagging them is hilarious work

user15: ^^^

user16: tbf i would so do that too😭😭

sarahwilson: invite me next time so it can actually be a competition

yourusername: why do our brothers fucking suck??

sarahwilson: bc we got all the cool genes😎

samwilson: what one of us is captain america again?

user17: 😭😭

joaquintorres: that is so not true!! @/mamatorres mami y/n is being mean

mamatorres: y/n be nice to quino

yourusername: @/joaquintorres snitch

user18: can’t believe joaquin snitched😔

yourusername: he’s a little bitch i know😐

joaquintorres: I GOT YOU A JOB!!

yourusername: okay? you’re still a little bitch…

samwilson: i’d like everyone to know i came in 2nd

yourusername: 2nd place is just the first loser

samwilson: 1st is the worst, 2nd is the best, 3rd is the one in the polka dot dress

user19: not the school-yard rhyme😭😭

joaquintorres: i would rock a polka dot dress and you know it

samwilson: brb petitioning to change your uniform

user20: love how y/n is feeding us with candid sam pics

yourusername: have to pay the bills somehow

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[caption: mami asked him to take the trash out and this was his reaction; hispanic men ain’t shit]

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joaquintorres: PLEASE I DID IT RIGHT AFTER THIS

yourusername: yeah bc mami threatened you w/ the chancla

user21: you’re so right girly

user22: when you’re the first-born daughter in a hispanic household😔✊

yourusername: PREACH🗣️

user23: dated a mexican boy in high school…it didn’t end well

user24: why are they always mama boys too😩😩

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yourusername: dream team: they fight bad guys and i post about it⭐️📷

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user24: the best team!!

samwilson: if anything y’all are the sidekicks

yourusername: i’m going to tell sergeant barnes you said that

samwilson: don’t you dare…

user25: i’m crying😭😭

joaquintorres: surprised how nice you’re being

joaquintorres: you’re up to something aren’t you

yourusername: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

user26: and we love you for it!!

user27: i bet sam is so happy y/n finally posted a good pic of him on her page

yourusername: he’s jumping up and down as we speak

user27: love that😭

user28: omg🤣🤣

user29: video of y’all swapping roles for a day when

samwilson: never bc y/n would die and mama torres would kill me

joaquintorres: but at least i’d get the full inheritance

yourusername: you guys have no faith in me and it shows😒

user30: damn is joaquin single🥵

yourusername: the fuck?! don’t thirst for my brother on my account

joaquintorres: yes i am!

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samwilson: downtime in delacroix☀️🌊

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user31: y/n and no joaquin??

user31: suspicious

yourusername: had so much fun!

sarahwilson: you’re welcome anytime!! loved having another woman in the house

yourusername: oh you bet your ass i’m going to abuse that welcome now🤭

samwilson: i never should’ve introduced you two

user32: omg please tell me you and y/n are dating!?

user33: fr…bit strange how only she was there and not joaquin🤨

user34: YES!! i so hope they are

buckybarnes: tell sarah i say hi

samwilson: no

sarahwilson: hi bucky😁

joaquintorres: can’t believe i had to spend the week in meetings in dc while y’all swam in the ocean

yourusername: suck it bitch😎🖕

user35: justice for joaquin✊😔

user36: ^^^

samwilson: oh god they’re thirsting on my page too😖

yourusername: disgusting🤢🤢

joaquintorres: @/samwilson @/yourusername 🖕

user37: brb planning a trip to delacroix now

user38: oh my god stalker alert

user39: leave sam’s family alone!!

yourusername: i want everyone to know i’m a boss at water-gun fights

casswilson: best team😎

yourusername: you know it🥳

samwilson: whatever😒😒

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yourusername: southern sunsets >>>

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sarahwilson: miss you already!!!

yourusername: wish we could have stayed longer😩😩

user40: slide 3 looking a bit sus y/n

user41: ^^^

user42: fr…

user43: i need to know where those swimsuits are from🙏🙏

joaquintorres: latinas latinos*

yourusername: 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

user44: 😭😭

samwilson: told you the south is good for some things…

yourusername: beignets😩

user45: mardi gras😩

user46: sam wilson😩

yourusername: ^^^

user46: wait a sec—

user47: i need to know what’s going on between y/n & sam

user48: oh to be a fly on the wall

user49: yessss

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user50: the leg placement👀👀

user51: wanna tell us smth y/n??

user52: more joaquin incoming🥳🥳

yourusername: NO—

joaquintorres: oh thank god…please save me from ross

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yourusername: life recently :)

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samwilson: surprised you didn’t put an ugly pic of me

yourusername: don’t worry i debated it

user53: IS THAT SAM?!?

user54: i feel like a spy searching for clues

user55: omg so real😭

user56: i wanna be y/n when i grow up

user57: y/n doesn’t post for 2 months and comes back to soft launch

user58: she’s so me coded

user59: i wonder what joaquin thinks of their relationship😭😭

user60: omg he’s so the third wheel i bet

joaquintorres: love how i’ve just been cut out from your posts…

yourusername: the fans were getting too thirsty

samwilson: it was stressin’ us out

sarahwilson: i’ll kill sam if he hurts you

buckybarnes: i’ll kill him for a slice of pizza and a cold drink

joaquintorres: i’ll kill him to be added back in your posts

samwilson: you all suck🖕

user61: 😭😭

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[pannman]

Charlie: Alright I'm going out with Vaggie!

Charlie attempts to leave while wearing a revealing red and short v neck dress*

Lucifer: ooohhh! Sweetie! Why don't I help you get ready?

Charlie: I'm already ready but thanks dad

Lucifer: are you sure because... well uh...

Alastor walks in*

Alastor: Charlie dear cover yourself if you're going out. Hell is filled with loathsome deviants

Alastor snaps his fingers and changes Charlie's outfit to a less revealing more conservative red and black dress going down past her ankles*

Lucifer: now THAT looks absolutely beautiful

Charlie: Dad, Alastor, I'm grateful you two are on the same page for once but I'm a grown woman. I can dress AND take care of myself

Lucifer: of course! It's just you know... it's just that I think Vaggie would appreciate this dress even more

Charlie: listen I will be fine. It's only down the street and I will keep my phone on me at all times ok?

Lucifer sighs: very well

Alastor: fine

Alastor snaps and her old dress is back on*

Alastor: honestly though wear a coat you'll catch a cold

Charlie throws on a coat and leaves*

----

Later on the date*

Charlie: you really love the dress?

Vaggie: you look gorgeous!

Charlie: thanks I was a little worried

Charlie begins to look out the window as she speaks and notices a duck that looks like Lucifer*

Charlie: it feels like it's been so looon -are you fucking kidding me!??!

Vaggie: what's the problem?

Charlie: nothing wait here

Charlie approaches said duck*

Charlie: Dad what are you doing here?

Duck: Caw! Caw! Caw!

Charlie: dad... you're disguised as a duck not a crow

Lucifer: .....oh

Lucifer transforms*

Charlie: and where's Alastor?

Lucifer: he's not here

Charlie looks down at her shadow even though the sun is cast the opposite direction*

Charlie: Alastor, I know that's you

Alastor manifests out of her fake shadow*

Alastor: we were simply keeping an eye on you out of concern for your well being

Lucifer: yeah just head back you won't even know we're here

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Husk as they walk back into the hotel: so you guys got caught huh?

Alastor and Lucifer: no...

[pedriache]

pedri fic where he’s feeling playful and does something that elicits a loud noise and gf!reader is obviously worried bc hello and he’s holding in his laugh until she rounds the corner and sees that he’s completely fine and it’s just fluff OOOHHH…

New additions — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader, no mention of y/n

Summary: In the midst of making lunch, you hear a loud noise, almost pained, come from outside where unknowingly, your boyfriend was sitting. Nearly stumbling over every object possibly, you get outside only to find him with… a dog?

Word count: 642

Disclaimer/s: mentions of light dog bite and a butter knife.

A/N: FINALLY HAD INSPO TO WRITE FOR THIS SINCE HIS NEW DOG ANNOUNCEMENT?? Welcome Nilo. Okay it took me a bit to actually finish this so im late but…

Finally arriving home for your lunch break, you find your way to the kitchen almost immediately. Hunger reached all points of your body, making you nearly salivate as you took out the ingredients to make a quick sandwich.

Usually, you would first find your boyfriend, but the house was a bit quieter today, so you assumed he was still at practice.

With no loud noises of him gaming or a tv show playing in the background, you open your phone to play some music. Clicking shuffle, you smile to yourself the second Frank Ocean’s “Ivy” starts playing.

As you begin the sandwich, spreading apart the two pieces of bread, you hear a slight… growl?

Instantly, your body goes rigid. One thing you hated for certain, were wild animals that growled. Pausing the music, you freeze, waiting for another noise. Thats when you hear it.

A loud, almost pained, “Gahhh!”

Your heart drops to your ass as you recognize who the sound was coming from. As if it kick started your brain, you grip the butter knife you’d been holding tight in your grasp as you stumble around the kitchen counter.

Making a bee-line toward the back patio, you find yourself nearly tripping over all the scattered things on the ground. Maybe if you looked a little harder, you would have noticed the “objects” were toys, and not your boyfriends scattered clothing like you’d assumed.

“Pedri!” You yell out, over and over again, mumbling small curses in between as you do reach down to pick up the object you’d nearly slipped on.

Without looking you toss is aside, grimacing at the dampness of it. What the fuck was going on?

“Pedri! Where are you!” You shout again, worry lacing every syllable as you finally reach to the sliding glass door.

Opening it with a harsh pull, you let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes land on your smiling boyfriend. Smiling? His face drops the second he notices the worry etched into your face.

“You okay?” He asks, still sitting on the wooden flooring. Thats when you notice whats on his lap.

Everh inch of you that once felt concern, was now just confused. “What the hell is that?” You point to the little black dog that was sitting ever so still and panting, a tennis ball in its mouth.

Not looking at what you were gawking at, Pedri feigns innocence. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Pedro. Why do you have a dog in your lap, and better yet! Why did you sound like you were being strangled, I thought there was an intruder!” Your voice raises just a tad as you wiggle your hand that still held the butter knife clutched in it.

A laugh escapes Pedri’s lips as he struggles to stand, still holding the animal in his arms. “And you planned on defending me with… that?” He glances at the knife in your hands before laughing, “I’m fine, he just bit me.”

“Bit.. You?” Your lips form a slight frown as you look down at the puppy, “i’m sure he deserved it.” You say in a baby voice, setting the knife down on the railing before scratching behind his ears.

Offense flashes across Pedri’s face, “what—“

“What’s his name?” You interrupt, scratching under the dog’s soft chin, a look of endearment replacing your frown as you take the pup from Pedri’s arms.

“Nilo.” He answers. Pedri adored the way you took him so gently, cradling him like a baby. “So we can keep him?”

Once again your eyes snap toward Pedri, “oh I dunno.. between work and your practice—“

“Please! We’ll make it work, please.” He was begging now. Your big strong boyfriend was begging. So of course you folded.

“Fine! Fine.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to Nilo’s head. “Welcome to the family, Nilo.”

DTS , @halfwayhearted ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི love you…

[nameless-jamie]

You And Me As Always

Valentine's Day Special - Day 5 - FINALE

Jamie Tartt x PA reader

Masterlist Valentine' Special

TW: cursing, jealousy

A/N: Hi guys I wanted to end this Valentine'S Special strong, so here's a ff with yall's fav pining pair Jamie and his assistant. Thank you for all the love this series received. I deem this series officially finished now! Maybe I will do something like this more often! I love you all. Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine’s Day at AFC Richmond was always a bit of a spectacle.

Between the lads showing off their grand romantic gestures, the inevitable teasing in the locker room, and the ridiculous amounts of chocolate that somehow ended up in Jamie’s locker (half from fans, half from the team just to wind him up), it was always a thing.

And for the past few years, Jamie and Y/N had their own little thing too.

Every Valentine’s, without fail, they’d surprise each other with something small—nothing fancy, just a little reminder that they thought about each other. A coffee waiting on her desk with a heart drawn in the foam, a sticky note in his locker that said Try not to be a dick today—Happy Valentine’s. It was never a big deal.

At least, that’s what Y/N kept telling herself.

Because it wasn’t a big deal.

Except, maybe, it sort of was.

Because she was hopelessly, stupidly in love with Jamie Tartt. And he, being Jamie, had no clue.

Which was why she had tried so hard this year to actually do something different. Both of them actually didn't do a thing for each other this year...

She had a blind date tonight. To get her mind of their thing.

Rebecca had set it up, going on and on about how Y/N needed to “get out there” and “stop wasting time waiting for things that might never happen.” Which was fair. It was probably about time she tried dating again.

So why did she feel like bailing?

Maybe it was because she knew how tonight would go. She’d go on the date, make polite conversation, and the whole time, she’d just be thinking about how much she’d rather be spending the evening bantering with Jamie.

But whatever. It was fine.

It wasn’t like Jamie actually wanted to spend Valentine’s with her.

Right?

The locker room was full of buzzing energy that afternoon.

The lads were in rare form, all hyped up and comparing their plans for the night.

“Gonna be massive, lads,” Isaac declared, clapping his hands together. “Got a whole weekend planned—spa day, private dinner, the works.”

“Mate,” Bumbercatch shook his head. “You just won Valentine’s Day.”

“Oi, I always win Valentine’s Day.”

The guys laughed, each chiming in about their own plans. Sam had something elegant planned—dinner and dancing. Dani, of course, was “taking Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to celebrate love with the whole world!” Which, for him, probably meant a party with half of Richmond.

And then, predictably, someone turned to Jamie.

“What about you, Tartt?” Colin smirked. “Surely the great Jamie Tartt’s got a big night planned.”

Jamie, lacing up his boots, just smirked.

“Oh, yeah. Got a hot date.”

The guys whistled.

“Ooohhh, Tartt’s got a mystery girl,” Jan teased.

“She’s well fit, right?” Isaac asked.

Jamie leaned back, completely unbothered. “Fittest girl I know. A model.”

And then, without meaning to, his eyes immediately flicked toward Y/N, who was busy folding Jamie's dirty football kits... That was certainly not her job.

She hadn’t looked up. Hadn’t reacted at all.

Was she even listening?

He frowned slightly. Not that he wanted her to react.

Except, maybe, he did.

“You’re being weird about it, boyo” Colin teased. “That means it’s someone we know, yeah?”

“Maybe.” Jamie smirked. “Maybe not.”

The guys groaned.

“Such a prick,” Isaac muttered.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jamie rolled his eyes. “What about Y/N? You got plans tonight?”

Y/N, overhearing her name, turned around just in time to see all the lads looking at her expectantly.

“Oh. Uh… yeah, actually,” she said, clearing her throat. “I have a date.”

Jamie’s smirk immediately dropped.

The fuck?

Since when did Y/N have a date? Since when did Y/N go on dates in general?

“Wait, wait, wait.” Dani waved his hands. “You? A date? But it’s always you and Jamie on Valentine’s Day!”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Yeah, you two always do your little… thing.” Sam smiled. “The coffee and the notes, the little looks you give each other. It’s like a tradition.”

“That’s—” Y/N faltered. “That’s not… I mean, yeah, but it’s not like a thing.”

“Sounds like a thing,” Colin grinned.

“Shut up.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “And yes, I have a date. Rebecca set it up.”

Jamie frowned, arms crossing.

“A blind date?” he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Yeah.”

Jamie scoffed. “That’s fuckin’ stupid, love.”

Y/N frowned. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, c’mon,” Jamie said, leaning back against his locker. “You don’t even know the bloke. Could be a proper weirdo.”

“Or he could be great,” she shot back. “Not everyone’s a weirdo, Jamie.”

Jamie shrugged, hating the way his chest felt tight. “Still think it’s stupid.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”

He wanted to say Don’t go.

Instead, he just huffed, looking away.

And for the first time, Y/N really thought about canceling.

She lasted exactly seven minutes at the restaurant.

She had shown up, sat at the table, and listened to her date talk about his favorite wine pairings for way too long before realizing she wasn’t even really there. Physically, sure. But her mind? It was somewhere else entirely—somewhere that smelled like expensive cologne and fabric softener, somewhere that had an annoying yet undeniably attractive accent teasing her about how stupid blind dates were.

She had barely muttered an excuse before she was out the door, coat wrapped tightly around her as she stepped into the cold night air. But now what? Going home felt wrong. Like she was admitting defeat. And if she was being honest, there was only one place she really wanted to be.

So she found herself in front of Jamie’s door, hands shoved deep into her coat pockets as she bit her lip, debating whether this was a really bad idea or just a regular bad idea. She hadn’t even texted him. Had no clue if he was home. But for some reason, her feet had taken her here anyway. Maybe because, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, this is where she belonged.

When the door finally swung open, Jamie leaned against the frame, raising an eyebrow as a slow smirk played on his lips. “Well, well. Thought you had a hot date.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thought you did.”

Jamie shrugged, stepping aside to let her in. “Yeah, well. She bailed. Some last-minute modeling thing.”

She snorted, kicking off her shoes as she walked past him into the warmth of his flat. “You’re full of shit.”

“Am not.”

“Jamie.” She turned to him, arms crossed. “You never had a date, did you?”

He hesitated for only a second before giving her a lopsided grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Guess we'll never know.”

A laugh bubbled out of her, and Jamie took that as a win.

“So what happened?” he asked, flopping onto the couch, patting the empty space beside him. “Blind date bloke turn out to be a twat?”

She sighed, sitting down next to him. “No. He was… nice.”

Jamie made a face. “Nice?”

“Yes, nice.” She pulled a throw blanket over her lap. “But I didn’t want nice.”

Jamie’s smirk faltered slightly. “No?”

She shook her head. “No. I wanted this. Our Valentine's thing.”

Jamie’s throat went dry.

“Not normal Valentine’s Day, or big grand gestures, or some random guy Rebecca thinks I’d like,” she continued, voice softer now. “Just… this.”

Jamie swallowed hard.

They sat on her couch, watching dumb movies, sharing cheap chocolates, and teasing each other relentlessly.

And when she dozed off halfway through the film, leaning against Jamie’s shoulder, he barely breathed.

Because it was always them.

And no matter how much they tried to pretend otherwise, it always would be.

[n6ptunova]

gamer boy • chris sturniolo

a/n: can’t stop thinking abt gamer chris someone sedate me.

summary: giving chris head while he streams fortnite and tries to keep quiet.

warnings: idk if this counts as smut but suggestive content, blowjob, mentions of sex, not proofread

og fortnite dropped recently which meant your boyfriend has been more occupied than usual. it was seriously an addiction for this man, he stayed up for hours, forgot to eat, and worst of all- in your opinion- he barely paid any attention to you nowadays. you’ve had enough tho, so tonight you’re changing things up.

you sat on one side of chris’ bed, out of frame, since him and his brothers decided to stream today. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone waiting for them to finish but it was taking too long. you looked over at chris and he’s never looked more fine, his hair was messy underneath the headset, his eyes serious and focused on the screen, his mouth parted- occasionally licking or biting his lips- you wanted him, you missed having chris all over you, his lips on yours, his dick inside you, you needed him. bad.

fuck it. you thought to yourself getting down on the floor and crawling quietly towards chris’ desk without being seen or heard. he briefly glanced down at you, not thinking much of your position, you’re probably just looking for something.

you put your hand on his knee slowly pushing his chair back so you could get underneath the desk fully. once you sat down on your knees you pulled him back so his crotch was right in front of your face. now he was confused. he couldn’t say anything since he was livestreaming with his brothers so he resorted to furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a quick questioning look- immediately looking back at the screen so he doesn’t look suspicious- or lose.

you put your pointer finger on your lips indicating for him to be quiet and started to slide both your hands up his thighs reaching for the waistband of his shorts. he was caught off guard by this causing him to lose the game, “NO FUCK- bro one second i need to use the bathroom.”

he turned off his camera and muted his mic, “what the fuck are you doing?” he didn’t sound annoyed or angry just confused.

“i miss you, chris. you haven’t been paying any attention to me lately,” you pouted.

“i’m so sorry babe but can it wait? i promise you’ll have my full attention when i’m done.”

“no.”

“no?”

“no chris. i’ve ran out of patience so you’re gonna play your stupid game with your dick in my throat. don’t make a sound so no one catches on ok?”

“i- ” he hesitated for a moment, stunned, before deciding he liked the risk, “yes ma’am.”

he stood up allowing you to pull his pants down to his ankles and as he sat back down he made sure his lower half was out of frame before unmuting and opening the camera, “i’m back guys.”

as they started another round, you wrapped your fingers around his dick causing him to suck in his breath, and very very slowly you started to pump him, hands sliding up and down. he let a faint moan slip out and quickly closed his mouth shut. this was going to be hard.

you brought your face closer and licked a stripe going up his dick, your tongue flat against it. “ooohhh my god,” he groaned trying his best to disguise this as frustration from the game but truth is, he was losing his mind over the sight of you on your knees about to suck him off in front of thousands of viewers.

you repeated the same motion, tongue gliding up but this time once you reached the top you took him whole in your mouth, the tip briefly nudging your throat, coming back up you swirl your tongue in circles on his tip.

“oh fuck,” he almost rolls his eyes and head back, trying to control his breathing but he’s running out of breath, twitching and breathing heavier everytime his tip touched the back of your throat. you started getting sloppier with it and you could tell he was close.

“chris bro fucking focus that guy was right in front of you! you could’ve easily killed him!” matt yells at chris after losing again. chris can barely keep his grip on the controller- let alone play properly.

“ughhh i c-can’t with this stupid game, i need a drink brb.” he uses this as an excuse to turn off the mic and camera again.

the moment he did, he slumped far back into his chair, his head and eyes rolled backwards as he let out a sigh mixed with a moan. he bucked his hips upwards and tangled his hand into your hair.

“fuckfuckfuck please don’t stop,” he begs as you continue doing what you’re doing, enjoying the heavenly sounds coming out of his mouth until he finally releases his load into your mouth, whining and whimpering at how good it feels. you swallow whole and stick your tongue out to show him.

“you’re fucking insane. i love you.” he cups your face with both of his hands and leans down to give you the most passionate kiss wasting no time to deepen it with his tongue in your mouth as you sit yourself on his lap, running your hands through his hair. you pull back to catch your breath and you’re loving how fucked he looks right now.

“i love you too,” you giggle, “now get a win with your brothers already so we can finish this in your bed, you owe me.”

“anything for you ma.” he gives a quick kiss before you get up and go back to your original place on his bed, thinking about riding him next time he games with his friends with the camera off. this is gonna be fun.