#which im going to flower press right now

[eternal-reverie]

got my kairi zine bundle in the mail today!!! The work from everyone involved is so beautifully done 🥹🌺🌷💐🌻💕 ✨ thank you @kairizine !!!

[leilanihours]

🎥, #34 + paige bueckerss😛

# YOU BE LIKING IT ROUGH, YOUR BODY SOFT AS A FLOWER

pairing: paige bueckers x fwb!reader

word count: 704

warnings: smut (MDNI), strap (reader receiving), vibrator (paige receiving)

prompt: "you like it when i'm rough?"

⭑ from lani: ts filthy asf im ngl...dirty talk go crazy...

celly masterlist !

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"GET OVER HERE," paige demands from behind you, roughly pulling you onto her strap.

"paige-"

"just shut up and come sit on my dick, y/n," she interrupts, slamming you down against her, "fuck."

you were currently sat in a cowgirl position - your back to paige as you slowly began to bounce on her.

when she called you not one hour ago saying she needed you, this was honestly exactly what you expected. she had just had a tough game against iowa, not being able to pull through a win.

this was how most of your time spent together went: one calls the other and they show up knowing exactly what they were in for - meaningless sex - no questions asked.

"shit, paige," you moan as you quicken your pace. you play with your own tits, toying with your nipples as the blonde sits back against her headboard watching you.

one of her hands hovers over your ass while the other rests behind her head smugly. her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she watches the way your ass ripples against her hips.

"there you go, ma," she mumbles, it's almost inaudible due to the sounds of sex filling the air, "bounce on my cock just like that."

"you like how i take it?" you ask, wanting her to get pleasure out of this as well.

"fuck yeah i do," she groans, "so fucking sexy letting me use you like this."

"you want me to come on your cock?" you continue when you feel her buck her hips up into you with her star-athlete strength.

"yeah, baby, give it to me," she sighs, fucking into you harder. the change in speed causes a string of sinful curses and moans to fall from your lips, "you like it rough, don't you? you like it when i'm rough like this?"

you could practically her hear stupid smirk, but you couldn't lie to her, not while you were falling apart on her strap, "fuck yes, p, love it so bad."

"mm, you want me to fuck you like this more often?"

all you can do is moan in response as you feel your climax approaching. the knot in your stomach tightens and you reach down to rub your clit. and paige being paige, she notices everything.

"gonna come on my cock, ma?"

"yes," you whine, "please."

"hold it."

"what?"

"are you fucking deaf? i said hold it."

"paige, please-" you beg, but you're cut off with a swift slap to your ass from the blonde.

"nah, you're gonna wait for me like the good slut you are, got it?"

"shit- i can't-"

"yes you can, and you will," she demands.

you feel her grind up against you with a tone you've only witnessed a few times: desperation.

you suddenly remember that her strap had a vibrator at the base of it, which explains why paige kept bucking her hips up regardless of your own rhythm.

you don't know how much longer you can postpone your release, the knot in your stomach becoming impossibly tight as your pussy sucks the plastic inside you.

paige's hips are now pistoning against you as she chases her high. her hand wraps around to play with your tit, tweaking your nipple.

"fuck, want you to come with me, y/n," she groans.

"yeah?"

"yeah, i'm right there, ma, come all over my cock."

finally, you allow yourself to release, your juices dripping all over her strap and thighs. you feel her own wetness soak your ass as well as the back of your thighs.

paige slows her pace, coaxing both of you through the climax. you grind one last time against her before getting off the strap, which pressed against her still-sensitive clit and made her hips push up involuntarily.

"damn, paige," you pant as you roll over to lay beside her, "didn't think you had it like that."

"what?" she asks, eyebrows furrowed as she looks over at you.

"i didn't think you could fuck like that," you restate, "i mean, if i'm being honest, i thought you were highkey vanilla."

"the fuck?" she exclaims, "nah, that's just disrespectful. imma make you take that back."

"how?" you laugh, not registering what she means.

"i'll fucking show you how."

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[erwinsvow]

rafe meeting shy reader’s parents for the first time

im thinking of right after... ♡

truth be told, you had been really nervous about the whole thing. rafe was a great boyfriend to you, but sometimes a bit too blunt. you worried your parents might not like him as much as you do, that they might not be okay with your new relationship.

and though you now understood that there was no force in the world that could keep you away from him, you still wanted your parents to like him. which, of course, they did. he charmed them easily, bringing a bottle of their favorite red and flowers for your home. he struck up easy conversation with your dad about business and how lovely your house was with your mom.

all in all, perfect. while your parents loaded the dishwasher, you excused the two of you, insisting you needed to give rafe some of his stuff back from upstairs.

when you get him into your bedroom, you close the door, pushing him against it and leaning in for a hot kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and against you, tongues wet against each other, with your biting down on his lip until he pulls away.

"hey, hey. easy. they're right down there."

"i don't care," you mumble, lovestruck. you pull him in again, mind going completely blank except for a want to keep rafe's lips on yours. he manhandles you a little, pushing away from the door to at least get further into your bedroom.

he only gets you pushed against another wall, legs wrapping themselves around rafe's waist automatically, pressing yourself against him in a way that has him concerned.

"woah, woah, hold on, kid. we're going back down for dessert, can't have it obvious-"

"who cares about dessert?" you protest, and you look up at him with your pretty eyes filled with lust, chest heaving in the pretty sundress he'd been admiring all night. you're flushed and warm, overcome with a wanting for rafe that needed to be satisfied now, though you're even a little confused yourself where it stemmed from.

"really? you wanna fuck with your parents downstairs?"

"is that so wrong? we do it at tannyhill.."

"no one's around at tannyhill. c'mon, calm down. i don't need them hatin' me already. they just started likin' me."

you sigh a breath of protest, shoulders falling, but you don't complain. you still stalk back up, close to your boyfriend, putting your hands on his shoulders, looking up with your swollen lips and fluttery eyes.

"i knew they'd like you. y'know, i like you too.. a lot."

"yeah, kid. i can tell."

"i jus' wanna show you how much i like you, s'all." your words are becoming a little slurred, eyes a little dazed, lips a little pouty. you lean up for another kiss, gentle this time, moaning into his mouth while your nails grip rafe's arm through his pressed button up.

"c'mon baby. you're gonna get me in trouble," rafe says when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. he can make out the sound of the faucet shutting, the fridge opening to retrieve the cake you'd made earlier.

"not if we're quick, right?" you rake your nails—freshly done today, pink and pretty just how he likes—against rafe's chest. "and i can be quiet... right?" you lean in again, pressing a hot kiss to rafe's jaw. "no one has to know-"

in hindsight, it was a mistake letting himself get swayed by you like this. he blamed your boldness this time, usually too shy to ask for what you want, just relying on rafe to give it to you. but he's still a man, one madly in love—at that—and he doesn't think he can resist you if he tries.

rafe ends up in a position he's not used to—lying on his back on your soft, sweet-smelling sheets, against a pillow and next to a stuffed teddy. you're on top, your dress hiked up and panties yanked to the side. the top is pushed down just enough to show him your tits, one of his ringed fingers teasing your nipple while the other guides your hips.

you're close already, he can tell, the way your entire body trembles, how you're biting your lip so hard it's about to bleed to keep yourself silent. besides for the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers, the room is silent. it's not gonna take much, but he decides to give it to you anyways.

his grip tightens, thrusting up and fucking into you hard, controlling the pace. your hands which had been lying flat on his chest to hold yourself up, were abandoned to cover your mouth instead, his eyes glued to where he was sliding inside of you.

"c'mon, kid. fuck. you wanted it, didn't ya? gotta be quick, then. shit." you clench around his dick, a strangled moan escaping your lips. he has half a mind to push your face into the mattress and fuck you from behind, but it's gonna have to wait.

you're getting close. he's getting close. another second of rafe fucking you like this, with you on top but still having no control, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars and have your eyes rolling back. you're so close you can taste it, gushing around his dick and knowing he's gonna fill you up with the way he goes faster, until you hear a knock on the door.

"honey? rafe? dessert's ready."

"god! m'coming!"

ten minutes later, you're eating chocolate cake with rafe's cum spilling out of you, probably dripping down your thigh and making a mess. his hair is a mess, your lips swollen. you catch his eye while he's shoving cake in his mouth and neither of you can hold back your laughter.

your parents haven't noticed anything yet, but you can't make eye contact with them for a week after.

but it was definitely worth it.

[stargirlrchive]

I fully believe that when Simon is showering, he subconsciously reaches for your body wash and/or hair shampoo and conditioner because they smell like you. He doesn’t even realize what he did until Johnny brings up that there is a fruity/ Flower smell and no one can seem to find out where it’s coming from.

Price just has that knowing look after seeing Simon have a very small freak out when people start to notice the smell but he doesn’t bring it up, just acts confused as well and holds onto Simon’s little secret.

Brb gonna go cry in a corner. I didn’t realize I was in a fluffy mood 😭

the first time it happened, it was an accident. his eyes were closed because the shampoo was running down his eyes and he blindly reached for his loofa and body wash. his mind busy and too focused on something else he didnt register the fruity scent that filled the space.

when his eyes finally open he’s confused because why are the suds by the drain pink? and wait-is that peaches and strawberries that he’s smelling?

he looks over to the shower caddy and sees that your bath wash was opened and normally where his was.

the scent causes his stomach to drop a little because he now smells so much like you, and he loves it.

the second time (and every time after that is much more intentional) and it’s simon’s little secret, even from you, he hides that fact that he uses your body wash now.

anytime the wind blows he gets a whiff that reminds him of you, of home, his heart lurches to his stomach. and that’s just not something he wants to share with anyone yet.

and he finds the pout on your face positively adorable when you have to add your body wash to the groceries list again.

“i swear im going through this thing twice as fast. im like 90% sure they’re putting half of what they used to into the bottle now.”

he normally just presses a kiss to your temple, and ignores the way your face scrunches as you try to place the new scent that’s coming from him.

“you smell good, could just eat you up right now.”

and the boys don’t know about you yet. for the same reason that he’s selfish and not willing to share you with anyone else yet.

so when soap, of all people, picks up on the scent of strawberries and peaches, simon can’t help but panic.

“which one of you fuck ‘eads brought strawberries?”

and he’s sneezing, because everything gives johnny allergies, gaz is looking through his lunch bag, shaking his head as soap sneezes for the filth time in a row,“s’not me.”

price’s gaze locked onto simon, trying to bite back a smile as he fidgets, a man who he’s seen firsthand be an absolute tank on the field, nervous and clenching his fist at the mention of strawberries.

another three sneezes coming from johnny and he’s muttering angrily, “not even in fuckin’ season.”

price barks out a laugh, eyes already stuck on simon as they silently communicate. whoever you were, you were clearly special. someone simon wasn’t quite yet ready to tell them all about.

“don’t know what you’re talking about, soap. i don’t smell nothing fruity.”

price send simon a final look, one that’s warm and happy. happy for his lieutenant. a small nod sent simon’s way to let him know that while the other two don’t need to know yet, he does.

📝 ; this was so fucking cute ): i loved this so much

[thelov3lybookworm]

Journals

Summary: everyone is happy

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Tw: heavyyyy angst, sad lil fic (literally what i named this before i came up with a title), mental health issues, depression, feeling unworthy of love, panic attack, self harm, self hate. thats all i can think of right now, but let me know if i need to add anything

A/n: based on this and this poetry by @gardenofrunar 🤭 you couldnt tell it was me could you pookie?

also, there is not really a bat boy our reader is supposed to be with, so im tagging this as all three of them. there will most probably not be a second part to this, but still, lemme know hat you all think

AND, im not trying to glorify what reader is going through in this fic. if you are going through something, please talk to someone. you are not alone, my loves ❣️

anyways, enjoyyyy!!

It was happening again.

The breathlessness was starting to creep up again on her.

And the worst part wasn't the fact that she felt like she was dying.

It was that she was alone. Again.

No one was coming. No one cared. No one would even realise she was gone until it was too late, and maybe that was a miracle.

Click.

The haze cleared slightly, and gasping for breath, Y/n stood, somehow making it to the stairs leading to her bedroom before her lungs constricted again.

She had no other option as she crumbled on the stairs, the hard wood digging into her sides and thighs.

She could not breathe.

She could not think.

She could not move.

She could not breathe.

A cruel laugh broke through her consciousness, the sound so familiar yet so foreign, Y/n could not help but sob.

You deserve this.

Azriel. It was him, no doubt. But the longer she sat there, other voices started joining in.

First Cassian. Then Mor, Rhysand. Amren.

Feyre, Nesta. Elain.

"Stop." She whispered, her hands shaking as she rose them to her ears, pressing as hard as she could. But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, the clearer the words became.

You deserve this.

You don't deserve us.

It's your own fault.

In an attempt to get away, to get some peace and quiet, she reached out, clutching the stair. The wood grains whispered against her palm, their sound lost to ears filled with taunts and laughter.

Still, she dug in her fingers, her nails screaming in protest, her heart yelling back in a horrific screech, beating loud enough to almost drown out her family.

Almost.

Pulling herself up, she reached out her hand, ignoring the pain as she did her best to haul her dysfunctional body up the hard terrain, trying to make it to her bed before she lost herself fully to the dark depths of her mind, losing all sense of her being.

Somehow, having no recollection of the climb, Y/n collapsed at the landing, her breathing erratic as she stared at the blurry paintings on the wall, gifted to her by Rhysand's mate.

Had they always been this blurry?

In the back of her mind, she realised that they were never blurry. There were just tears in her eyes, but she didn't think too much about that as she crawled forward, miraculously crossing the threshold to her room, the familiar smell of flowers Elain had gifted her last week pulling her out of her misery for a moment, enough to let her get up and stumble into the plush material of her bed before tears again erupted in her eyes.

They then came back, screaming in her ears about how much of a disappointment she was, how she deserved no happiness.

And she agreed with them.

But still, it hurt her heart to hear the people she cared for voice thoughts she only limited to the darkness of night, under the gentle presence of the moonlight.

You don't deserve happiness.

She knew the inevitable onslaught of her self hatred was about to break over her head, knew it was unavoidable and would probably have her moping for days.

Her mind started wandering, which in itself was alarming because as much as she wanted to stop thinking about her miserable life, she knew that any and all thoughts she had at these times would only work against her.

Rhys's tear stained cheeks, his bloodshot eyes and his quiet sobs as he clutched Y/n's hands between both of his, Y/n's soft cooing as she tried her best to soothe his wounds after his mother and sister's death.

As she held him after his return from under the mountain.

This was going to be a long night, she was sure.

Cassian's grumpy self refusing to eat after one of the Illyrians had again bullied him for not being good enough. Y/n's cheeks aching from how hard she was trying not to smile as she tried to convince the overgrown illyrian to eat something.

Azriel's shaky hands as she held onto him after a particularly bad nightmare that usually started keeping him up around the time his hands were burned, the anniversary o the time where an innocent little boy realised that the world was filled with cruelty.

Y/n being the first one to find out about Mor's liking in women and helping her sneak out to meet her lovers.

Y/n dragging gallons of fresh blood to Amren's apartment under the cover of the night when she knew the ancient being hadn't had the time to feast.

Her hands scrambled to find something to tether herself to, to remind her that this was not real and that it would pass. That her family did love her, and that they would never hurt her or want her to think this way of herself.

They would never hurt her the way she hurt herself.

They just wouldn't... would they?

Rhys's wide smile as he admired his mate while she spoke to a grinning Cassian, who in turn turned to Azriel to tease the blushing Illyrian. Mor, giggling over her glass of wine as she mumbled something to Elain, Nesta and Amren conversing in hushed tones next to the window, happiness shining on both their faces.

And Y/n watched on, huddled in her own little corner as she gulped down another glass of champagne, trying to focus on the burn in her throat as the liquor travelled down. Trying not to think of the way her breathing started coming in shorter pants, her lungs constricting in the too small rib cage that were set on killing her.

Trying to ignore the tang of copper in her mouth as she bit her own tongue, not wanting to speak and draw attention to herself, to ask for help because she was too unused to suffering in silence. Her family had always been there, and she had never had to go even a day without their constant nagging. She always had at least one of them guiding her through the worst of her days.

Trying not to think of how no one even glanced up as she exited the room, tears prickling her eyes, feeling like she was nothing but an intruder, watching from outside the warmth of the house, standing knee deep in the cold snow as she tried her best to keep warm by looking at the happy faces of her family, no matter how much she was freezing on the inside.

Her fingers curled around the lumpy material of her comforter, and she pushed forward, trying to ignore the tears that rolled down her warm cheeks and buried her head in the soft fabric.

And then let out the ear piercing scream she had been holding in, uncaring that she had let down the sound shield around her room.

She knew no one was around to hear.

She knew no one would come.

They were all too happy to worry.

Her stomach was grumbling, and she was glad it was because otherwise it would've been the cause for concern, considering she hadn't eaten in almost a day.

She was still so tired and wanted to do nothing but lay in bed all day and cry, but she needed to eat too.

And so here she was, chopping up some vegetables in a daze, not really paying attention despite wanting to focus on something that took her mind off of her thoughts.

It was not easy to stop thinking, so when suddenly the fog in her mind cleared, she glanced down.

The red of her blood was bright, and the longer she stared, the quicker the pain came, but it was only a tiny sting, nothing more than the bite of an ant in the shape of a knife.

She stared, and stared.

And then, she lifted her eyes, her gaze settling on her dagger, unprompted.

She smiled.

Writing was one of the parts of Y/n's responsibilities. Writing a letter to help the relations between the courts. A report for the high lord.

It was one of the things that broke her out of her own mind's torture, one of the things that made her feel like she wasn't entirely useless.

So here she was, just scribbling away senseless words in her journal, knowing she would hide it away before anyone saw it. Saw the blood stains.

For the first time in weeks, she was smiling, no tears to be found in her eyes as she lay on her stomach on the bed, her legs in the air behind her as she began doodling little flowers in the corner of the page, her inkpot next to her and her dagger in her other hand.

She went to dip in her feather pen in the ink, frowning a little as it created spots of ink on the crumpled paper, mixing with the dark red liquid that still dripped slowly from her fingers, little rivulets running down from her wrist.

As she continued, a tap on her mental walls had her pausing, and after a brief conversation with Rhys, she got up, closing her journal and beginning to clean the cuts on her wrist and around the journal and then donning a flowy, simple white gown.

It wasn't long before a knock sounded at her door, and she hurried to open it to find Cassian standing on her front porch, smiling.

"Hey Y/n, Rhys asked me to pick you up-"

Y/n nodded. "Yes I know, let me just grab my things and then we can go."

He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe.

She ran up the stairs and to her bedroom, grabbing the little bag she had put all her pens and previous reports into, deciding to carry them with her just in case.

She hurried back out within a few moments, but she saw that Cassian had moved, standing near the gates. Which was suspicious, but not too alarming as she stepped onto the porch.

"Let's go."

Before she shut the door Y/n turned and glanced around the house for the last time. Why, she didn't know. But she couldn't shake the feeling in her gut that something was wrong.

And she had known to always trust her gut.

But she turned around, locking the door before leaving.

Not realising her journal was missing from the table.

"I really don't want to pressure you too much Y/n, so if you don't want to be a part of this research, I understand-"

"Rhys, this is no burden. I'm actually honoured you even considered me for this project."

His brows furrowed, his smile turning confused. "What are you talking about Y/n? You're one of the smartest people I know. Of course you are included-" he trailed off, his eyes filling with understanding. "How have you been Y/n?"

Y/n blinked, pretending not to understand what he meant by that. Of course Rhys knew she struggled with feeling worthy of her family, and of course he made that connection.

"I've been good, Rhys." Y/n mumbled, an easy grin on her face as if Rhys's concern was ridiculous.

"Have you had any recent episodes-"

"Guess what I found!"

He paused, both their heads turning to where Cassian's booming voice floated through the cracked door.

Y/n's whole body ran cold, and before she could even question the reaction of her body to something that wouldn't have concerned her before, she was stumbling out the door, following Cassian's voice to the sitting room, where everyone else was gathered.

Cassian was grinning as he explained to them how he had gone to pick Y/n's up from her house, and how he found-

Her secret diary.

Y/n's eyes widened, her legs refusing to move as her gaze locked on the book Cassian held in his hand.

"Oh, look, she's here too!" He turned to her, his expression carefree and inviting. "Never knew you had a diary Y/n. What will I find if I read through it? Your secret lover's name? His-"

"Cass." Y/n warned, finally getting herself to move forward as he danced back, his hands beginning to crack open the book.

"Will I find your secret fantasies-"

He stopped dead in his tracks, all the emotions gone from his face as he stared at the page he had opened, his features hard. Y/n waited with bated breath, her head turning to gauge everyone's reaction.

Mor sat with Nyx in her lap, bouncing him as she glanced between Y/n and Cassian. Feyre and Azriel exchanged confused glances before Azriel stood, stalking towards Cass.

Panicked, Y/n jumped forward, but before her hand could wrap around her journal, he pulled away, face pale.

"What is this?"

"None of your business."

Azriel had stopped, his eyes wide as he stared at Y/n.

That's when Y/n realised he had smelled the blood she left on the pages.

Damn it.

Y/n stepped back towards the exit as she felt all the eyes on her, panic starting to dig its claws in her gut and begin its ascent up her throat as the shadows curled around Azriel's ear and his eyes went to her wrist, covered by the long sleeves of her dress.

Y/n turned to find Rhys standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with tears.

"Why?"

She glanced once at everyone, tears starting to fill her own eyes, her face flushing in embarrassment, mad that she had started crying over nothing, and pushed past Rhys, running towards the front door.

"Y/n!"

They will be mad.

You deserve it.

Y/n fled the river house, ignoring the concerned looks thrown her way by the people on the streets as she ran straight to her house.

They hate you.

The door slammed shut behind her as she leaned against it, gasping for breath as her lungs started contracting painfully, refusing to let her breathe.

The breathlessness was starting to creep up again on her.

It was happening again.

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[seeingivy]

picnic

sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

(^^make sure you check since this was a double upload and I posted the last one very recently :D)

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dear head of the cullen clan,  keep evening plans open – im getting off work early and we’re going on a picnic.  coldest regards,  the head of the volturi  (ps. am expecting a very wholehearted appreciation for the fact that it’s coldest regards and not warmest regards, because they are, in fact, vampires and therefore cold. because they don’t have a heart and such.)  (extra ps. this is a link to a shared spotify playlist. i’ll add a song and then you add one. we’ll keep it going.) 

you snort. 

dear aro of the volturi (does he have a last name???),  so much to unpack in one email, yet again. you really know how to keep a girl on her toes.  first and foremost, you are SOOOO ran through. so offended that i wasn’t the person who got to put you on to twilight and whoever it was, I HOEP SHE DIES! if you’re team jacob, you’re a freak.  second, SO VERY FLATTERED that you think i would be carlisle. a little haunting that you think YOU would be aro…but it’s ok cuz former companions to enemies back to lovers in our case would be kind of crazy???  third. done and done. i just added a song so hurry up bc i have like ten other songs i want to add and i am #impatient  see u after work pookie :D,  carlisle cullen  (very appreciative of the cold regards. you are a king among men.) 

his response back is very prompt. 

Never call me pookie again.  (very offended that you think i’d be stupid enough to be team jacob. and direct your murderous rage towards yuuji and my mom, who forced me to watch it in theaters with them.) 

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you wait for sukuna at the park two blocks down the apartment complex. the sun is hours away from dipping into the horizon, the chilly wind rustling through the trees. you realize now that the red skirt and white sweater might betray you in a few hours but decide that you’ll simply have to steal his jacket when he gets here. 

and you would have already but he’s twenty minutes late.

and while this part of the city is extremely safe, sukuna’s ever constant fear of people attacking you on subway trains and stabbing you in alleyways has instilled an acute fear of strangers in you, which is why you’re gripping the sparkly pink pepper spray he bought you very harshly in your palm right now. 

you think it’s sweet that he bought you a pink one. 

but of course it’s severely ironic that you almost used it on him. 

because he scares the living daylights out of you, by placing his hand around your shoulder from behind. 

“hey. i’m sorry i-” 

“jesus fuck-” 

you instinctively hold the pepper spray up to his face, your hands shaking in front of you. 

“i’ll use it, you pervert!” 

sukuna leans his head to the side, which is when you’re finally able to log that it’s actually him standing in front of you and not a stranger, and you drop your hands in embarrassment. 

“i mean, i’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t doll face but–” 

“oh my god, sukuna. i thought you were trying to rob me!” 

“i’m smarter than that. the only thing inside your purse is lip gloss, which has very little value to me.” sukuna responds, dropping the little basket at his feet and taking the little stalk of flowers out of the top handle. 

“i’ll have you know that it’s actually sold out in every store right now. so you could make bank if you sold it.” 

“don’t tempt me. and for your sake, i’ll accept the apology you didn’t give me for just trying to rob me of my eyesight and for calling me a pervert? i’m getting really tired of the age gap jokes, y/n.” sukuna responds, as he lifts your hands at your sides and places the stalk of flowers in your hand. 

you give him a big smile as you press your nose to the flowers, the scent fresh in your nose. and sukuna props down, setting a billowing white blanket on the ground before he taps the spot next to him and signals for you to sit next to him. 

“who needs eyes?” you joke, as you squeeze his hands and set the flowers down next to the little basket. 

“me, dipshit. how else am i supposed to look at you?” 

you cover your hands with your cheeks as you watch him place all of the little things inside the basket next to you, laying them out perfectly. it’s albeit a weird assortment – two wine glasses, perfectly wrapped sandwiches, a mini-cake, and strawberry lemonade. 

“well, stop perceiving me. this is so weird!” you murmur. 

it’s enough to catch his attention and stop him in his tracks. 

“what?” 

the question makes you pause. and a little embarrassed. it was a little harsh to say while you were joking.

“oh, i mean…i didn’t mean it like that! i was making a joke about perceiving because eyes…vision…and i almost took your vision away! and you perceive with your eyes, because how else would you see…” 

sukuna smiles, before shaking his head, and continuing spilling out the last of the contents – a set of gouache paints and two little small canvases. and he drops to his feet, yanking his shoes off, before sitting flat on the blanket and gesturing for you to join him. 

“there’s no way in hell that was what you meant. but we’ll ignore that for the time being.” sukuna responds, hiking his legs to his chest and gesturing towards the spread he just put out. 

you tilt your head to the side in confusion. 

“you look very pretty today.” sukuna responds. 

“thanks! you too!” 

he narrows his eyes. 

“uh huh. well, pick what we do first. the paint, the sandwiches, or the weird wine glass cake.” 

“the wine glass cake? like from tiktok?” you ask. 

“correct. i’m really bad at…cute dates. so…i did some research.” 

sukuna refuses to look at you. because after admitting it, he’s suddenly busied himself with reading the back of the box of paints, like it’s the most riveting, intriguing thing he’s ever read in his life. 

but the pink flush that’s creeping down his neck betrays him entirely, as you reach forward and push the little box down. and sukuna’s already glaring at you. 

you place your chin on the top of his knees, reaching for one of his hands and smiling. 

“you did research for a date?” 

“you can choke on your spit.” 

you grin. 

“you really know how to turn a girl on.” 

“you’re filthy.” 

you grin. 

“and you’re actually so precious, i–” 

“don’t call me precious, y/n.” he whines, as he reaches forward to flick on your forehead. 

you smile as you sit by his side, tucking the folds of your skirt under your leg as you reach for both of the wine glasses and hand him one. 

“so how humbling was it to have satoru explain all this to you?” you ask. 

he sneers. 

“don’t even ask. he’s like the biggest nuisance i’ve ever met in my life. top ten worst moments of my life.” sukuna responds. 

“i’m flattered you humbled yourself to him for me.” 

“i actually asked suguru. they’re like…two peas in a pod, they can’t do shit without each other. the paints and stuff they gave me and the nice basket too.” 

“that’s sweet of them. remind me to send them something later to thank them.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“no need. they were more than happy to give it up for you.” 

“ah yes. i hear they’re big fans of this camping bag story. the scouts honor and the fake story we had to tell them makes a lot more sense now.” you respond. 

sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“okay, you know what? sue me. i was like sixteen sleeping next to a girl for the first time. god forbid i enjoyed myself. and i don’t know why they’re all so hyperfixated on that story because it was a very normal thing to assume when you’re asked that question.”  

you snort. 

“and you say you’re not a pervert…” 

sukuna leans forward, his eyes flitting down to his lips before he looks back up at you. and he can tell that you’re in a mood, that you’re trying to push his buttons by annoying him. 

“you know i despise you right?” he whispers. 

you grin, leaning in. 

“is that right?” you whisper back. 

“oh yeah. you irritate me.” 

there isn’t even a shred of earnestness in the words he’s uttering. you know he doesn’t mean them. 

“keep going.” you respond, as he presses a warm kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“you’re a nuisance.” – a kiss to your forehead. 

“an irritation.” – a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“like a fucking thorn in my side.” – and a kiss to the sweet spot right in your neck and his hand snaking up your thigh, which makes you nearly keel your head back from the sensation. 

you place your hands on his cheek and pull him back, face flushed and his eyes nearly glazed over. 

“are you crazy?” you whisper. 

“what?” he asks. 

“we’re in public, dumbass. you can’t just start trying to rile me up.” 

sukuna leans back, obliging. 

“so you admit it? i was riling you up?” 

“oh, shut up.” 

you reach for the sandwiches and unpeel one for sukuna. before he takes it, he places a tiny white box in your lap. 

you frown. first the fancy date but the jewelry too? 

“sukuna. you didn’t–” 

“just open it. i’m impatient and i’ve been waiting all day. and i actually think you’ll like it. otherwise, you’re ungrateful and rude and you hate me.” sukuna responds. 

you give him a tight lipped smile before you open the little box and actually smile. 

it’s a dainty silver chain – the exact same as sukuna’s from the chain-links, but the build is a little thinner. and right at the center, a little charm of a star. 

you reach forward for his chain, dangling around his collarbone. and surely enough, in addition to the original charm he had of an interlocked circle, there’s a star charm added right next to it. 

“you always reach for it. when you’re talking or when we’re kissing. figured i’d get you your own since you’re such a big fan.” 

“you are so…” 

“perfect? sexy? the father of your children?” 

“i was thinking adorable. can i answer d for all of the above?” you respond. 

sukuna grins. 

“survey says yes, princess.” he responds. 

you yank the chain from the little box and hand it to him, before turning around for him to secure it on you. his fingers tickle against the nape of your neck, accompanied by a warm kiss, before he taps your shoulders to signify that he’s done. 

“you know. you really are perceiving me right now.” you respond. 

“and how’s that?” 

“i know you’re obsessed with me and pay attention to every word i say.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“obviously.” 

you jab at his side. 

“i mean, i know you’re doing this because i mentioned picnics yesterday and always feeling left out. sure you could put two and two together that he never really bought me any nice gifts or anything when i said he ruined my birthday.” 

“okay, captain obvious. and?” 

you shove him once more, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“well, i appreciate it. i know the whole…cutesy painting date isn’t your thing. we won’t have to do it again. and that you…you’re trying to make this whole thing special for me.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“i’m offended. first and foremost, i always like to eat with you. every time i think that there’s no way you can amaze me more, you find another way to spill food on your clothes.” 

“hey! that’s not true.” 

“you already spilled on the blanket. second, this is a very violent way to eat cake. you literally mess up all the layers by doing that and destroy the piping on the cake which i can admit, i am a fan of. and third, i’m going to paint us as worms, which seems enjoyable to me.” 

you curl your nose. 

“worms?” 

“yeah. what were you going to paint?” 

“i don’t know. but it certainly wasn’t going to be worms. like the park or flowers or something.” 

“boring. i’m going to paint us as slimy worms. and because we made it on this date, you’ll have to agree to put it up in the apartment, even if it’s ugly.” 

“sukuna.” you whine. 

“especially if it’s ugly. it’s a testament to our love.” he responds, dramatically placing his hands on  his chest. 

“you know, you’re so right. worms have been a really defining feature of your relationship.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips and an additional one on your cheek. 

“you just get me, princess!” 

and he breaks the little joke by lifting one of your hands to his lips, and pressing a kiss on all four of your knuckles before pressing your hand to his cheek. 

“and i have to do special things for a special person.” 

you return the gesture, lifting his tattooed fingers to your lips and doing the same. 

“you know…you’re really good at this type of thing.” you murmur. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i mean, being a boyfriend. and…and being supportive about everything. sometimes i feel like i’m trying really hard to be the best but…just comes naturally to you.” you respond. 

sukuna shrugs. 

“don’t know if i’m perfect but…loving you has always come really easy to me. i don’t really have to think twice about it because these are actually just things i want to do for you.” 

you groan. 

“see! that’s what i’m saying! you always just…say sweet things, do sweet things. sometimes i’m convinced i’m not even half deserving of it, just because sometimes i don’t reciprocate that back.” you respond. 

sukuna leans forward. 

“you know, you actually do though.” 

“as if.” you groan. 

sukuna pauses, before leaning his cheek against the tops of his knees and looking out at the expanse of grass in front of you. you follow his line of vision – to the dog running in the distance, the wide, billowing trees, and the little flower truck on the side – which you now realize is where sukuna copped the flowers from earlier. 

“i mean, this type of thing. that we have, or…or the way i act around you. it means a lot to you because, you…you’ve never had this before. right?” 

“yeah.” 

“well, i haven’t had you before. i know you see me as perfect, but…but when you say that i can tell that you don’t mean it the way my mom or…or yuuji think that i’m perfect. in the untouchable way.” 

you lean forward, cupping the side of his face. 

“sukuna. you’re so touchable.” you joke. 

“you’re disgusting.” 

“you love it.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“yeah, i really do. it does actually mean the world to me that you think i’m perfect how i am and don’t think i’m larger than life.” 

“if anything, your ego could be smaller.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“and…and even the other day. i know you were acting squirrely and weird when yuuji was near us and heard us bickering, but i was half convinced that you were going to take his side at the end, when he started saying that stuff about me. because it is true and i have acted a certain way in the past…and, you would have every right to agree with him if you wanted to.” 

you frown. 

“no, i wouldn’t. you’ve never treated me like that and i know you’re being earnest when you say these things to me. this would be a very elaborate way to get into my pants if that was what you were trying to do. and i know it’s not.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“that’s what i’m saying. every other person for me has never given me that benefit of the doubt, but you always do. you were the person who thought to tell me that my grandpa died when you all came to get me and you were the one who wasn’t mad at me. the things you do for me are the same, in equal magnitude, as what i do for you. if this makes you feel good, or…or on top of the world, you have to know that’s how you make me feel too. i’m half convinced that you’re basically made for me at this point the way you get everything right on point.” 

you lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“i really think you’re made for me too, ryomen.” 

sukuna groans, dramatically leaning his head back, before nearly pushing you over and peppering kisses to almost every surface on your face. 

“quit fucking saying my name. you have no idea what that does to me.” 

“i mean, i think i have an idea.” 

sukuna clamps his fingers over your mouth, before pressing a few more lingering kisses to your face and pushing off. and subsequently, picks all of the grass out of your hair as you roll your eyes. 

and after that sukuna, admittedly, very aggressively uses the wine glasses to portion off little slices of the cake and makes it a point to finish off yours when you can’t stomach the sweetness. and true to his promise – sukuna paints the two of you as worms, but at the park, stargazing. 

it’s a little silly, the way he paints it. you were expecting it to be more gory or gross, but it’s so corny that it makes you smile. because he draws the two little worms, but distinguishes between the two of you, by swiping some of your pink paint and adding a little ribbon to the one that’s supposed to be you. 

sukuna explains the stars. because before sukuna had dragged you out of that shitty bathroom bar, it’s what megumi and yuuji said in his drunken mess – he had pointed at two little stars and likened them to him and megumi.

and you’re almost positive that at the time, sukuna found it utterly ridiculous. but now, he understood it – the sentiment. that you and sukuna were two little worms, and two stars, and two little flowers too. 

and to his promise, the two of you decide to place the little canvases you drew at the end of the kitchen counter. 

it’s only then that you realize that you have to go the whole ten miles for sukuna the way he had done for you – countless times again. and that if you were going in blind in trying to make something special, you’d have to take a page out of his book and do some research. 

and there was only one person who could really help you, who you’d rather die than humble yourself to than ask for help. 

regardless of that, you still call sammy the next morning.

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an: they're about to do it. anyways....there is a very real playlist to match the one that they talk about in the fic -- and it matches the way it described in the fic! so it's interleaved, the first song is a song that sukuna would have added, the second one that y/n added, the third sukuna, so on and so forth. it's linked here! happy listening babies

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After watching a romcom with Tommy (who mentions offhand that nobody has ever romanced him like that), Buck activates his inner romantic (ie Season1Boyfriend!Buck) with one mission in mind: to completely and utterly sweep Tommy off his feet.

Tommy is this cool, confident and unflappable guy 24/7, and Buck has this need to see him blush.

Flowers, a candlelit meal, slowdancing in the moonlight. The whole shebang, and Tommy melts.

Im so sorry that this took an absolute age to get to! Lots of stuff going on and illness blah blah blah ANYWAY! Here it is, I hope you like it.

As Always if you have a bucktommy or saltommy prompt send to my ask box. Smut, fluff, whump.. whatever you want

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RATING: T

TW: 1 use of the f-slur

WORDS: 2,432

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Buck knew that Tommy loved a romcom. He liked lots of genres of movies, and all for different reasons. But romcoms he loved because of the fantasy of them. He’d told Buck once that growing up with a father like his, and then spending the majority of his adult years firmly tucked away in the closet, that he’d wholeheartedly believed that a true love or romance was not in his own future. That living vicariously through two people on screen, even if they were straight, was the closest thing he’d get to a happy ending.

He’d very much changed his mind since he’d met his Evan, but still Buck had been determined to give him all the romantic moments he’d missed out on over his life.

It started with surprising Tommy with a candle lit dinner ready when he came home from work.. Which ended with Buck being bent over the table as dessert. Not quite the emotional response he was going for, but hey who was he to say no to that!

Tommy mentioned once a book he loved as kid and Buck spent three weeks hunting down a first edition. He was certainly blown away by Bucks thoughtfulness and showed him immediately by getting on his knees. Again Buck was happy to oblige - he always was - but it still wasn’t the response he was truly hoping for.

He wanted to sweep Tommy entirely off his feet. Woo him to the point of breathlessness. Make him feel so unbelievably cherished and loved that he forgets out to speak.

And then the idea hit him.

Oddly, while watching Carrie.

“Man, the worst thing that happened at our senior prom was Mikey Jacobs spiking the punch. I still can’t drink Jack Daniels” Buck reminisced.

“Better than pigs blood, babe. Or, you know, the revenge by telekinesis.”

“True. What about you? What was yours like?”

Tommy sighed. “I, uh, didn’t go to mine.”

“Really?” Buck looked at him in surprise. “I mean granted you were secretly gay, but I know the girls would have been killing each other to get the Tommy Kinard to take them to prom.” The idea seemed to bring such joy to his Evans face that Tommy almost didn’t want to admit the reality.

“I appreciate the support, babe, but I wasn’t exactly drowning in dates with girls.” He laughed “I was 6’2” by the time I was 15 but I didn’t know how to build muscle or even eat right for my body’s needs. I went from 5’8” and over weight to 6’2” and skinny, which my dad just loved to point out constantly. I was super insecure and had zero confidence to ask a a girl out.” A look of sadness flickered across his face.

“Did people not go stag at your school?”

Tommy huffed a cold laugh. “Only fags and virgins go stag to a prom, Thomas.” He mimicked his father’s voice. Buck gently rubbed Tommys arm.

“I’m sorry you had to hear shit like that from your dad. You deserved so much better than that.”

“I know that now and mostly because of you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to Bucks lips and smiled.

“Good.” He smiled back, already formulating his next plan to woo the shit out of his boyfriend.

This one took a few weeks of planning but Buck was certain it would knock Tommys socks off.

Tommy was surprised that Lucy had suddenly turned up at Harbour on what was supposed to be her day off. Even more surprised when she offered, nay - insisted - that she take Tommys remaining 24 hours of his 48 hours shift.

In the end their Captain had to practically shove him out of the harbour doors to get him out. He eventually relented and left for home.

Approaching their front door he noticed a note in handwriting so bad it had to be Bucks. God did he love him but the man’s penmanship looked like a doctor’s. A drunk doctor’s. Wearing a plaster cast. Thankfully after almost a year together he’d learned how to decipher Evans scribbles.

“Go straight upstairs.

Shower and get dressed..”

“Huh?”

“Don’t “huh” me, Kinard. Just do it. Then meet me in the dining room.

P.s: love you, Your Evan.”

Tommy chuckled to himself but did as he was asked and walked straight up the stairs to their bedroom. He was surprised, and confused, to see his tux freshly pressed and laid out on their bed.

After showering and dressing he made his way back down found himself knocking on his own dining room door for permission to enter.

“Come in.” Evans voice called from inside.

Tommy opened the door his mouth and eyes opened wide at what he saw.

The table had been pushed to the side wall, with a black cloth draped over the top, atop of which was a punch bowl filled with an orangey pink liquid. Surrounding it was lots of bowls filled with candy and chips and other kids favourite snacks.

A shiny disco ball hung from the ceiling with paper decorations swinging from the Center of the room and up to the corners. Twinkling lights hung all around giving the room a gorgeous warm glow.

And standing in the centre of the dining room, under the disco ball, in a tux that fit him so fucking perfectly was the most beautiful man Tommy had ever seen.

“What’s.. what’s going on?” Tommy asked not being able to hide his smile.

Evan took a few steps toward him and held out his hand. “Thomas Kinard. Will you go to prom with me?” Every time Tommy thinks he can’t fall in love with Evan any more, he’s proven wrong.

For the next two hours they do nothing but dance like idiots, drink spiked punch (tequila instead of Jack Daniel’s this time - buck would actually like to remember this prom), and snack on junk food.

Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he had let loose like this. Or even smiled this hard. Evan was by far the greatest joy to ever come into his life. He reminded Tommy of what fun was, what joy was and what it felt like to be truly unashamedly himself - something that nobody had ever made him felt safe enough to truly be.

Buck knew he’d achieved his task of sweeping Tommy off his feet tonight already, but there was one more thing he decided, last minute, that he was going to do.

Buck picked up his phone and searched for the perfect song, settling on Songbird by Eva Cassidy because it was on the soundtrack to Tommy’s favourite movie Love, Actually. He didn’t even need to do anything because as soon as the opening bars played through the speaker Tommy instantly knew what it was and pulled Buck into a slow dance.

They swayed slowly and silently for a few moments just breathing in the perfect moment with each other with Tommys arms wrapped around Bucks waist and Bucks arms around his neck.

“So, not that I’m complaining, babe, what with all the romancing lately?” Tommy asked.

“You deserve it.” Was Bucks simply reply. Tommy looked at him with a mixture of adoration with a hint of confusion. “You go out of your way to show me how much you love me and to do all these sweet and romantic things for me, but you deserve them too. You deserve to be shown how much you mean to me also.” Tommy was looking at him with those eyes again - the big bright ones Buck first saw right before Tommy had kissed him for the first time - and he had to use every bit of strength to hold back from jumping him, because he needed to say this before his courage disappeared.

“I see how you look at these little moments in the romcoms you love and I hate that you never got to experience them, so I wanted you to have some of them of your own. Our own.

“Plus, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you just how much I love you. To tell you how unbelievably happy that you walked, well, flew into my life. To tell you that I have never in all of my life thought that I deserved to have someone so beautiful and kind and wonderful and just fucking incredible as you. And.. and to ask you to marry me.”

Tommy blinked. Did he hear that correctly?

“Wh-what?”

“I know, it’s.. we’ve not even been together a full year yet, and full disclosure I didn’t even know I was going to ask until like 10 minutes ago so I don’t have a ring, and-“ Tommy grabbed Buck either side of his neck and pressed his lips firmly against his. When Tommy pulled back his cheeks were wet with tears cascading over his beautiful lower lashes. Finally, Buck thought.

“Hold that thought.” He said simply before quickly leaving the room. He took 2 steps at a time as he hurtled upstairs, before running back down seconds later back to Buck still stood in the center of the dining room.

He lifted up his palm on top of which was a dark blue velvet box, opened, with 2 tarnished silver bands of differing sizes, each with a shiny silver strip running around the centre of each of them.

“You bought.. how long have you..” Buck could barely get the words out. His eyes kept flicking between Tommys beautiful face and the rings in his hand.

“About a month. Well, I ordered them custom made about 2 months ago but I’ve had them for a month.”

“Custom?” Was all Buck could get out.

Tommy pointed to the shiny part of the rings. “A couple of years ago I had this rescue and the husband of the woman we were life flighting was telling us about how they met. Anyway, he said that his family had this tradition of putting something sentimental in the band to give to your partner as.. sort of as a piece of you.

You know that piece of metal that sits on my desk in the study?”

“Y-yeah. It’s part of the blade from the first chopper you flew when you transferred to harbour.”

“Right. Well, it now has a little chunk missing.” He laughed. “Transferring to the 217 was the first piece of me finally becoming who I always wanted to be. You’re the last piece, Evan.”

Buck had this whole night planned - minus is own spontaneous proposal - and had wanted Tommy to be the feeling pleasantly surprised and loved.. yet here he was himself being loved so fucking beautifully it was taking everything within him to not break apart right there.

“What’s-what’s in your ring?” He asked.

“Well, that was.. a little trickier. And full disclosure on my part - Maddie knows because I had to enlist her help.”

“Okay..”

“It’s kinda difficult to pick something when your boyfriend loves so many things,” he teased “and then Maddie.. she gave me a little silver bracelet that she was given as a kid and-“

Buck inhaled a breath when he realised what bracelet Tommy was referring to. Immediately his whole chin began to quiver and tears fell from his eyes.

“The one that Daniel gave to her.”

“Yeah.” Tommy said softly. “She told me how he’d seen it one day when he was with your grandparents when he was 6 or something and insisted he give to her for her birthday.” Buck nodded, not being able to find words. “She said that this would be something that would be special to you because you never got to know him. Is-is that okay?”

Buck looked from the ring back to up Tommy; eyes completely blurred from tears pouring out of him.

“I.. this..” He could always find peace in Tommy eyes but this was all so.. it was overwhelming and.. he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

“Tommy, this whole night was-was supposed to be about you.. a-and showing you just how much to mean to me and then..” he blew out another breath trying to center himself “and then here you are with the most beautiful fucking gesture, I.. I can’t..” The tears flowed once again and this time he threw his arms around Tommys neck and held on tight. Tommy, as he always did, reciprocated and held him tightly back.

“I love you so fucking much.” He cried into Tommys neck. Tommys own tears were flowing too, now.

“God I love you, too, Evan. More than I could ever even show you.”

“I don’t know-“ Buck pulled back with a laugh “I think you hit it out of the ball park with this one.” He gently thumbed Tommys tears from his cheeks. He looked closer at the rings.

“Are there inscriptions?”

“Only on yours.” Tommy replied, sniffing.

“For my Evan. Always.” Buck read out loud. Tommy wiped away Bucks next tears that came. They were the only type of tears he ever wanted to illicit from his Evan.

“I thought you would what to decide what to inscribe on my ring. Can I put it on you now?” Tommy asked.

“Uh, technically I should be putting on you because I asked first. Actually, you haven’t actually said yes by the way..”

Tommy reached up an gently placed back an errant curl that had fallen onto Bucks forehead and looked at him with those big earnest eyes again.

“Yes.”

Buck took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Tommy finger, then Tommy did the same with Bucks ring.

Buck gripped the lapels of Tommys tux and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed into it. It wasn’t a kiss that they’d shared before; this one was full of promise, of hope, a future - the rest of their lives as husbands.

Tommy pulled back for a second “By the way, I did promise Maddie that the second we became engaged that we would face time her. Where’s your phone?”

“She can wait a little bit.” Buck replied aiming his lips at Tommys neck.

“You sure? She might be mad.” Buck lifted up and looked Tommy in the eyes.

“Tommy, there’s only one thing I want to do right now and it absolutely does not involve my sister.”

“She can wait a little bit.” Tommy repeated wrapping his arms around his Evans neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss.

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ravish | reader(f) x bf!yuji

pairing: reader(f) x bf!yuji (aged up)

synopsis: after days being gone for a mission, yuji comes home and loves on your body, particularly your mouth

warning(s): face fucking

a/n: just a small thang. to those who have sent asks, im working on them! school/work drains me but ive been making progress in all of them, i swear xo also do we prefer proper capitalization or all lower case writings? just tryna gage based on other smut ive seen.

It was a mystery to recall how you ended up in this predicament.

Your pink-haired lover had you stripped, the entirety of your body exposed before him. Your back was pressed against the cold wall of your bedroom, with your knees digging down against the beige carpet. And before you was your lover, your beloved curse user. And his painfully hard cock.

You couldn't hold contact with his eyes, but whenever you did leave sight of his tantalizing limb, you'd be met with dark, hungry eyes. Those jade orbs had you in a chokehold, especially with how many days its gone without looking at you. You could tell Yuji was preparing to pounce you, as his pensive expression worsened the small pool developing in your flower. He was admiring you, as it has been a week since he couldn't.

"you're so beautiful, m'love," he murmurs quietly. "how is my girlfriend this beautiful?" You shake your head shyly, unable to accept his compliments. But your face goes crimson when his toothy grin disappears, and his lips straighten. "m'gonna show you how beautiful you are..."

Gently, Yuji puts one of his hands on the back of your head, cushioning it against the hard wall behind you. With the other hand, he holds his twitchy cock and looks down at you adoringly. "let me in, love." Obediently, your lips separate.

"Good girl," he whispers before completely filling your mouth. He doesn't ease it in, his tip quickly reacquainting itself with the back of your throat. Tears well up in your eyes, your breathing comes unsteady. Muscular thighs and toned abs fill your blurred view as the taste of salt dragged along your tongue. Squelches from your salivating mouth supplemented the silence alongside Yuji's satisfying grunts. "you... take my cock so well, pretty girl. god, mmph, i missed you and this pretty little mouth of yours."

His member slid in and out of you with ease, his cock shining gloriously from your saliva. You could feel your honey spill from your flower, your cunt eagerly waiting its turn. You could barely breathe now, relying on your nose to keep you going. Albeit this fact, you didn't want Yuji to stop. You wanted him to use you as he so desired. To be loved and ravished by him.

"babygirl, your mouth feels... so fucking, ah good-!" He proceeds to go faster, his balls slapping your chin with each thrust. You moan around his cock, which earns you a throaty string of curses from your insatiable partner. "more... god, i want more."

He then grabs you by the base of your ponytail, pulling you away from the wall. With both hands to the sides of your head, he continues to face fuck you. His hands guide you, bobbing your head up and down his desperate shaft. Your thoughts were fucked empty, you could no longer think. All you knew was this cock, and nothing more.

"your mouth is so fucking hot, y/n, holy shit," he praises through grunts. Your chin began dripping with saliva, your hands holding onto his thighs in struggle. He chuckled at your nails digging into his legs, knowing you were reaching your limit. You could feel his veins shape into your cheeks, and on your tongue. "i'll fuck you as soon as you get me to cum in your mouth. help me out, will ya?"

You finally hollow your cheeks, your mouth completely coating his cock. Yuji hisses in ecstasy, his hands moving your head just a bit faster. His tip keeps hitting the back of your throat, now causing you to swallow each time. He feels the walls of your throat close, wanting nothing more than to shoot cum right down it. "baby, i'm gonna cum..." He warns you, sweat beginning to bead on his abs.

You hum around his cock in affirmation. He chuckles again before looking up, profanities jumping from his tongue. With one final thrust, he forces his entire shaft into your mouth, part of it housed in your throat. Your eyes widen when you felt his hot load burst and roll down into your throat. Your eyes itched from tears, and you kept gagging on his cock. He was so big, you couldn't handle it. It's only been a week, and your mouth was virgin to his length.

He pulls out slowly, with his tip bouncing off your bottom lip. "come," Yuji's warm smile welcomes you, with two hands being offered to you. You take his hands and rise, your knees burning from the carpet. "you did so good for me, baby," he murmurs, his index and thumb holding your wet chin. Your lips were pink and tender from his relief, and he quickly mends them with a passionate kiss. Calloused hands find their way to your ass, his fingers teasing your pussy a bit with precum ornate on his tips. "looks like your ready for me, baby."

You nod your head shyly, unable to get the words out. Yuji chuckles, a toothy smile illuminating your world. With a kiss on your head, he lowers himself to one of your ears. "since you sucked me off so well, i'm gonna fuck you until the sun comes up. does that sound like a plan, princess?"

[loveinhawkins]

for the one word ficlet prompt thing!!

I'd love to see something steddie with the word "sun". not picky about how you use it and im good with whatever season you'd like! 💕🌻💘☀️

pre season 3 crossing paths in high school, my beloved ☀️💕 ao3

There’s a blind spot just on the outskirts of the school grounds, before you get to the woods: a little hill that if you sit at just the right angle, back pressed up against the grass, no-one can see you. Eddie goes there whenever he needs some peace—like now, reading alone during lunch. He can still hear the distant laughter of students floating along on the breeze, but it’s far enough away that it doesn’t intrude as he reads.

The air smells like summer’s approaching. His fingers skim through drying blades of grass; they feel almost as delicate as pressed flowers.

Despite the calm solitude, the words aren’t going in—and he knows that with the right teacher, he kinda gets Tennessee Williams, but Mr Hauser’s gone, and he was the only one who allowed Eddie free reign to go wild when reading aloud in class, every other sub since then would say he was being disruptive and… okay, that was true some of the time, but most of the time it was because it helped, damn it, gave him at least some hope of scraping a pass—

A shadow falls across Eddie’s page—it doesn’t loom in the way a teacher’s stance would, but he still jumps at the suddenness of it.

“Jesus!”

Eddie tips his head back against the hill, cranes his neck to look upside down. Squints against the sun.

It’s Steve Harrington, and he must have gym straight after lunch because he’s already changed into a T-shirt and shorts, which is an odd decision in Eddie’s opinion as a perpetual gym-ditcher, but whatever, it’s a free country… and it’s not exactly like the guy’s an eyesore.

”You trying to give me a heart attack, Harrington?”

“No,” Steve says shortly; he looks a mixture of embarrassed and… annoyed? Which would be a new personal best for Eddie, considering he’s done nothing to piss him off save for just sitting on the ground. “I didn’t know you were here, dude.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea,” Eddie waves his hands in explanation, “welcome to my hiding spot.”

Steve scoffs. “Not much of a hiding spot if I found it.”

It comes out a little petty, sure, but nothing major, Eddie thinks; it’s not like Steve’s picking a fight.

“What’s up with you, man?” he asks lightly.

It’s something he’s pondered more than once over the last couple of years, in between the stress of failed tests and the same platitudes in school reports: Eddie must apply himself next year; Eddie must try harder; Eddie must…

In the background of it all was the enigma that was Steve Harrington. Eddie had found that you couldn’t not look at him, his eyes drawn to even the most fleeting impressions: walking past the lockers or driving in and out of the school parking lot. Seasons changed—whole damn years changed—and still the question remained: just what on earth is up with Steve Harrington these days?

At least now, asking the question is profoundly less upsetting than it had been last fall, when Eddie silently tracked the progression of bruises healing across Steve’s face—along with Billy Hargrove’s intimidating stare.

“Nothing, I’m just…” Steve sighs. “Didn’t wanna spend forever in the cafeteria when it’s so nice out, but… Honestly?”

“Nah, I’d prefer you lie to me,” Eddie says deadpan, and Steve snorts before sighing again; Eddie almost asks him to read some Tennessee Williams out loud, ‘cause he’s surprisingly got the dramatics for it.

Steve flops down onto the grass, lies right on his back with no concern for his precious hair. “I’m so damn bored, Munson.”

“Gosh, my heart bleeds,” Eddie says. “Puh-lease tell me how hard it is to have passed everything and literally not have a care in the world?”

Steve blinks up at him, frowning. “Shit, are you repeating again?”

He sounds earnest, and there’s something in his phrasing that means Eddie isn’t nearly as defensive as normal—maybe because it’s about repeating again rather than failing.

Eddie lifts up the script in demonstration. “Not exactly reading this for fun, dude.”

“God, I’d take that over gym right now.”

“Okay, you’re bullshitting me. You love gym, Harrington. You, like,” Eddie gestures at Steve’s get-up, “actually make an effort and everything.”

“Not when the semester’s almost over, man. We don’t even have a cover right now, so we’re just left to, like, do whatever, who gives a shit. I’m bored outta my mind.”

“Tragic,” Eddie says—gym without a teacher sounds like a dream; he’d literally just leave. “I’m weeping for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes. But it doesn’t feel like a dismissal, even when he doesn’t reply and just lies back in the grass with another sigh.

So… Eddie mulls it over. What the hell, Steve’s graduating; it’s not like they’ll cross paths after that.

“Bet you can’t run to the woods and back before the bell rings.”

Steve sits up, a gleam of interest in his eyes. He checks his watch. “The bell’s gonna ring in, like, two minutes, Munson.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were so bored. Well, if you’re not up to the challenge—”

“No, no,” Steve says, standing up. “I didn’t say that.” He actually gets into position like he’s on the running track, looks at Eddie expectantly.

Eddie covers his bemusement with theatrics; he mimes firing a starting pistol.

And… shit, Steve Harrington can run.

Objectively, it’s not like it’s a surprise; he wasn’t exactly bringing up the rear in the swim and basketball teams. Still, it’s one thing knowing it, another to see it up close like this.

Eddie puts his book back in his bag, watching as Steve disappears from view. Reluctantly, he edges away from the hill—if he doesn’t, he’ll risk being late for class again by the time he walks over, and… He thinks of ‘86, what has to be his third time lucky. Start as you mean to go on, and all that.

Eddie turns back to look. Sure enough, Steve comes sprinting out of the woods, racing up to the hill right as the bell rings.

“Still counts, Munson!” he calls, a little breathless.

And Eddie knows that he’s not really solved the mystery of what’s going on with Steve Harrington.

What he does know is that Steve is smiling as he raises a fist in victory, the sun turning his hair golden for just a moment; he looks utterly free—as he should be, graduation’s right around the corner.

And Eddie can’t begrudge him that.

”Inspirational,” he shouts, cupping a hand around his mouth as he walks backwards. “I’ll get John Hughes on the phone, stat.”

The bell stops. Eddie turns around before he can trip on his own feet.

He’s getting closer to the school building now, can feel the change in the air, cliques unwillingly disbanding as teachers move them on.

But as he heads to class, Eddie faintly hears evidence that the moment hasn’t been broken entirely: Steve Harrington’s laughter, drifting across on the wind.

[dollyhao]

abby helping her sweet neighbor

cw: milf!reader x abby anderson; cunnilingus, fingering, desperate abby, very small mommy kink

“thank you again abby for helping me. are you thirsty?” you ask as you walk back into the house taking your gardening gloves off. abby follows you taking her gloves off too, “yes please.” abby was super fucking thirsty and its not just from working in the sun helping you fix up your garden.

you had asked abby to bring some big bags of fertilizer to your backyard and she ended up staying for a couple hours helping you plant the new flowers and vegetables you recently bought. she had to watch you in that sweet sundress, thats short enough that when you bend over she sees your lacy thong, and barely holds your tits in them and you just had to top it off with this cute lil apron.

you pull the lemonade out your fridge pouring her some handing it to her, "where are the kidos at?" she asks before thanking you, gulping it down. you watch her as she drinks, you watch her throat bob and the way the sweat drips down her biceps and neck. ""um they're with their father for the week," you say trying to shake your thoughts. you’ve been trying to keep your thoughts about your young neighbor innocent but she just loves to come around you and your kids, playing with them, taking them to the park, and buying them toys.

no matter how many times you try to tell her she doesnt have to do this, she waves you off telling you how much she enjoys spending time with you guys. and you never complain because she is just too sweet and pretty to tell to go away. you take your apron off leaning against the sink, she looks at you as you stare at her walking over to you. she presses herself against you reaching behind you to put her cup in the sink.

she watches as you shudder and grabs your waist, gently squeezing. you grab her shoulders rubbing up and down giving her a sultry look. “do you want me abby?” abby gives you a desperate look, “badly..” she whispers. you pull abby down to kiss you which she reciprocates with needy groans. she picks you up sitting you on the counter. you tug on that cute braid she has in her hair when she lets out a groan, kissing down your neck.

you pull her shirt over her head trailing your hands over her abs. abbys kisses and bites on your neck as she works on getting your underwear off. “abby- augh- please fuck me” you whimper out lifting your hips off the counter so she can get them off. abby rushes to kneel in front of you kissing the inside of your thighs as she stares up into your eyes. you watch her press a kiss to your mound as her hand trails up to your breast.

abby takes her time licking and sucking on your clit. pushing two fingers into you watching you shudder and feeling your hands in her hair. you lock your ankles together pulling her closer to your warmth, making her nearly choke on your juices.

“abby omg dont stop.” you throw your head back arching your back. abby pulls away from you humming, curling her fingers and fucking you faster, “i cant get enough of you right now.” abby says kissing your thighs. your face heats up “how… long have you been waiting to fuck me?” you say pulling her to stand kissing her deeply again. “so long,” she whispers softly against your lips. you pull away holding her close to you, “im so close abs..”

abby pulls your dress down under your breast, “please cum mama,” she says before sucking and nipping at your nipples. your vision goes white as you cum, pushed over the edge by abby’s words, clutching abby’s head to your chest. abby pulls away popping her fingers in her mouth sucking and licking, giving you a smirk. abby reaches for her shirt so she could put it back on. you make a disapproving noise snatching the shirt from her, pulling her against you.

“i want more, sweet girl” you smile seductively leading her to your bedroom.

[adoredoie]

[ pretty boy ] lee sohee | drabble

CW. kissing, slight hurt comfort, pet names (sohee baby, pretty boy).

WC. 780

ADMIN. cece

"hi" you whispered in sohee's ear, throwing your arms over his shoulders from behind.

he gasped, glancing to the side at you, then sending you the warmest smile ever. "hi y/n." he said turning back to his initial task, building a lego bouquet of flowers. "when did you get here, i didn't hear you come in."

"just a few minutes ago, just stopped to have a talk to sungchan for a second before i came in here." sohee hummed, piecing together the small blocks to one another.

he went quiet, not like he wasn't already. which was unusual for him, especially with you. you thought, 'maybe he's not up for conversation right now?' or 'he could just not be talking'

that was until you saw him begin to become frustrated because he couldn't find a missing piece. as cute as it was, sohee frantically searching for the piece, you could tell it was far more than that.

"sohee baby" you called out to him, stopping his search for the missing piece. "what's going on, talk to me." he shook his head, continuing his search for the piece. "nothing's wrong- ah i found it!" he said, returning to his seat.

"well okay," you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek, sohee pulling away, dodging you kiss. "sohee, what's wrong babe. talk to me, im here."

he sighed, shaking his head, "sohee you have to talk to me. we're a team, whatever is on your mind i promise you ill try to fix it."

sohee cleared his throat, collecting his thoughts for a split second. "have you ever thought of ending things with me-" "no, never. next question" you said, playing with the tips of his hair.

"do you honestly find me attractive? looks wise. because sometimes i do realize that i don't look like eunseok or wonbin and they are far out of my league when it comes to looks... i guess i just want to know if im up to your standards." he looked at your eyes, almost in search for any form of disappointment, but when he found none, he felt a bit sense of relief.

you let a slight giggle escape from your mouth, quickly going to coving your mouth when you've realized what's happened.

sohee looked away, just as embarrassed as ever, his face and the tips of his ears turning red.

"alright then that's enough- all i needed to know right there." he said covering his face.

"sohee" you whispered, removing his hands from your face, climbing on top of his lap, straddling his waist. he hummed, looking up at you

"sohee baby, my baby." you said softly, his face in your hands. "you really aren't the brightest bulb in the box are you?" you smiled at him, pushing his hair back from off his forehead.

"i love you" you paused to give his forehead a gentle kiss "so so so much." to the point he doesn't even understand.

and you don't blame him for feeling lesser than, when that's all he's been told by his pasts.

all you want to do is love and appreciate him, for who he is.

"do you?" "yes?" you chuckled, pushing his cheeks together. "and don't you ever, ever think that i don't.

if you do, just remember, we chose eachother sohee. i wanted you, not anyone else." you kissed his puckered lips.

"you're incomparable, and the one and only person on my mind." you said, grabbing his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours.

sohee smiled cheekily at you, relocating your hands from his to sling your arms around his neck, pulling you closer. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a soft hug

"thank you for the reassurance, i really needed it y/n" as he goes on, your hands find their way to his hair, playing with the strands on the nape of his neck as you nod and hum in agreement to his words.

"i do love you y/n, so much. and im honestly so thankful to be the person you allow to call you mine." not as much as you are to him.

sohee looked up at you, his doe eyes filled with love and affection for you. he smiled, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, pillowy, kiss.

multiple pecks and 'i love you's throughout kiss, sohee felt at home, and loved.

his lips moving almost in perfect sync with yours, nothing but love in the air. as you pulled away from him, sohee chased your lips, causing you to let out a loud laugh.

"pretty boy" you smiled and whispered to him. "my pretty boy. the prettiest boy."

© 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗂𝖾 — 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 | 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌.

[kessellluvr]

mrs matthews - nsfw!

pairing: mommy!lottie x afab!reader

WARNINGS: mature content, reader in their mid 20´s, age gap, strao-on sex, teasing, rouch/hard sex

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

charlotte matthews - she was your bestfriends mother and she was hot. fucking hot. you had met jeanette when you were in your last year of highschool, which was about 6 years ago. you and jeanette never really met at your houses - you mostly went to the mall, café´s or when you were out to party. you had seen charlotte a few times when she had to pick up jeanette, you two shared some smalltalk but nothing more, really.

well, today was diffrent, you randomly decided to go over to jeanette´s place. you pulled you car in the driveway, turning off the motor and stuffing your keys into your pocket. you got out and walked towards the front door - ringing the bell and tapping your foot on the floor as you waited, the door swung open - revealing miss matthews, her long black waves were wet and her tall body was wrapped in a white bathrobe made of silk. your mouth hang open slighty, cheeks flushing as you saw her. her hand came to your chin, lifting it so you were looking at her face. she had a smirk on her lips, her head tilted to the side with a teasing expression. "eyes are up here, sweetheart." your cheeks grew even redder "right.. im sorry.." you murmed out, pursing your lips in embarassment. charlotte chuckled softly, pulling away from your chin "i assume youre here for jeanette?" you nodded "yup.."

"hmm, she´s still out - you can come in though! i´d be happy to have some company other than jeanie." you smiled - fuck, charlotte was inviting you in, you couldnt say no right? so you nodded again and she stepped aside to let you in, closing the door after you. charlotte led you into the living room, it had a large flat screen hanging on the white wall, dark wood planks covering the floor, tons of plants standing around. you took a seat on the white sofa, leaning back. "ill have to leave you alone for a second, gotta get dressed." charlotte said - her tone laced with something so flirty, fuck it made you wet. you smiled and nodded "of course, miss matthews. take your time." you replied politely. after like 5minutes she came back, wearing a knee-lenght white dress with some blue flowers as details. her hair was still wet. she smiled, taking in your appearance before speaking "can i get you a drink maybe?" she offered, you thought for a second before replying "mhm, a coke would do.." your voice was smaller than usual, you didnt even notice. her smile turned into a grin, nodding as she moved into the kitchen next room - opening the refrigerator and getting out two bottles of coke. she popped them open with a lighter and handed one over to you as she sat down next to you, taking a sip of her own bottle. "so, any specific reason you wanna see jeanette?" she asked, licking away the excess coke from her lips. you bit your lower lip "no.. not really, i just felt like visiting."

"well now youre stuck with me." charlotte said, laughing out - you chuckled softly "youre not that bad." you teased, feeling a little more confident - she had shifted closer to you, her thigh pressing against yours. charlotte raised her brow "oh now someone´s trying to play, huh?" and your cheeks flushed again "hey! thats not what i was trying to do.." you lied, giving her a slight push by the thigh. her brow stayed raised "lying isnt really your strengt, little one." she murmed, a teasing smirk on her lips as she placed her coke on the table next to yours, her long arm wrapped around your waist, your eyes wide as she pulled you closer. "i can tell how bad you want me.." she purred as her tounge slid over the side of your neck. you moaned and your head fell to the other side, giving her more space. she started placing soft kisses on your senstive skin "hmm always wanted to get my hand on this slut.."

you gasped as she bit down, sucking a hickey onto your neck. she pulled back and took a gasp of air "fuck." as she lifted you up, carrying you as if you were nothing - she led you up the stairs and into her bedroom, a big kingsized bed in the middle. she shut the door behind her and laid you on the edge of the bed - legs hanging down, you bit your lip - knowing what she wanted, you unbuttoned your pants and kicked them off. she smirked again "hm such a good whore, aint ya?" you looked down, blushing - she reached behind herself and unzipped her own dress, letting it fall down and revealing her naked body. woah, she didnt wear underwear.. maybe on purpose? well anyway, she went to straddle your thighs, leaning down and planting a possesive kiss against your lips. her hands roamed over your body, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your chest. her cold finger grazed over your nipple - causing it to harden instantly. you let out a whiny moan, her fingers going to pinch your nipple - having you whimper into the kiss. "hmm you a virgin?" she asked, pulling off of your lips and brushing a strand of hair away from your face, you shook your head. her lips curled into a crooked grin, hopping off of you as she walked over to her closet, reaching for a box and getting out a strap-on. "good. i wont have to be that careful then.." she purred, wrapping the strap around her hips and making sure it sits secure and right. charlotte walked back over to you, spitting on her palm and jerking off the strap-on. after she lubed it slighty she went to grab your thighs, slipping down your panties and sinking to her knees - spitting on your already wet cunt before dipping her tounge in, "damn, so wet.. we dont even need more foreplay, do we?" she asked, looking up at you, you shook your head and whined: "p-please fuck me already.." charlotte chuckled and stood back up, pulling you closer by your hips and pressing the cold tip of the strap against your wet hole, you bit your lip, moaning loudly as she pushed foward - filling you with a groan. her hands were fixed on your hips as she started thrusting back and forth. as charlotte heard your pathetic moans she sped up, bullying the strap inside your cunt - hitting your spongy cervix and macking the wetness cum from your pussy. "fuck.. miss matthews.. its so good.." you blurted out, eyes rolling back in your head when suddenly her phone rang, dammit. she raised a brow, her hips kept slamming against your thighs as she picked up the phone - she smirked, turning the phone and showing you jeanette´s name on her screen. "n-no.. dont.." you whimpered, she gave you a tsk and pressed the answer button - keeping her voice steady "hey jeanie? whats it?" - "oh hey mom, i was gonna pass by that chinese place after work.. you want anything? oh and ask (your name) if she wants something, she texted me that she was at ours." - lottie looked down at you, putting the phone on speaker and holding it closer to you. you gritted your teeth "h-hey jean.. ill take my f-favourite sushi.. you know?" you somehow managed to squeeze out as charlotte kept ramming the strap-on in and out your cunt. "alright jeanie, ill take some of those noodles.. you know the ones i always get." charlotte said - going harder, still. "alrighty mum, i hope youre keeping (your name) entertained, yeah? see you later." and before charlotte could say anything jeanette had hung up. charlotte chuckled and threw her phone aside, focusing fully on fucking you now, she leant down to kiss you again. "oh you did so good i think you do deserve to cum right away." she hummed against your lips, your moans got louder and more broken - feeling yourself sinking into the hot-white pleasure as your cum came spurting out your cunt, taking charlotte by suprise - she groaned, ramming in one last time before pulling out. as you laid spent on the bed she sat next to you, running her hand through your sweaty hair "why dont you take a quick shower..? wash away the evidence of this before jeanette returns.." you sighed and nodded. "yeah.. sure.."

AN: i obviously cant write ends, anyway like and repost for support :33 ik, very active this week cause i probably wont drop that much in the next few weeks x

[trentlife]

☆christmas morning

summary: in which the reader is waking up on christmas morning with her boyfriend jude

warnings: fluff

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you where woken up to a shining light hovering around the room, with also the faint sunlight creeping through the blinds. you rolled over with your eyes half closed still to see your boyfriend. jude. lying awake on his phone scrolling through his socials. you where still to tired to be fully waken up yet so you softly turned back over until you heard the brummie accent.

"merry christmas babe" he spoke. which you then smiled at which he couldn't see.

you then rolled back over to see his pretty face and wished him a happy christmas, "merry christmas baby" a smile on your face appeared.

his arm curled around your shoulders as he bought you closer to him to feel his touch. you placed your hand on his bear chest and drew patterns.

"our first christmas together jude oh my god!" a thought came to your head which you obviously had to share with him.

"ah it is yeh! if im being totally honest with you y/n, it actually feels like this is about our fifth christmas together, and ive never really had that feeling in my past relationships." you looked up at him and smiled and scrunched your nose.

"im so lucky i have you, i probably don't tell you this as much as i should, i love you jude. so so much." you preached.

"come here" jude pulled you up and placed you on top of him and cuddled into one another.

"i love you more, forever." he replied to you, leaning in and pressing both of your lips together.

his lips where like pillows. you loved his kisses and cuddles, you felt so comfortable in his arms always, and hoped you could experience this forever with him.

"shall we go and open our presents then?" jude asked and you both laughed.

"sounds like a plan!" you giggled and removed yourself off your boyfriend and got up out of bed and placed your hand in his while you both made your way down the staircase of his home.

-

"jude are you kidding me? this is to much!" you where in shock as you stepped into the living area and seen all of the gift bags from the different shops and a huge bouquet of flowers.

"it's not to much, not for you anyway." his words made you blush and you went over to him and gave him a kiss.

"open this one first, it's a special one." he handed over to you a cartier bag, and your face was in shock as soon as you started opening the gift. "ju- what the hell! who's the other one for?" you asked seeing two silver diamond bracelets.

"ones for me, ones for you, i thought they could almost be like promise bracelets for the both of us, you know for our relationship." he told you.

"aww i love it so so much, my dream bracelet to!" you pouted your lips at him and he bent down to connect your lips.

you both spent another half an hour ish opening the gifts you got for each other. you got up off the floor and made your way over to you boyfriend and sat on his knee.

"thank you for all my gifts, i love them so much." you told him.

"anything for you, and thank you for all of mine you didn't have to do it." he replied.

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck while his around your waist as he pressed kisses into your neck.

"now let's go get ready before all you family are here!" you stood up.

"oh my, i know right." jude spoke, as you both made your way upstairs to get ready for the rest of the day.

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i’m sure you’ve seen those videos on tiktok that are like “i just remembered he dated someone before me so now i’m mad/going to start an argument” and i feel like that’s juraj with older reader 😭 obviously, we know all about her history with her ex, but i think just in general he gets a little pouty sometimes when he remembers that she’s been with other people. he always says something like “im your favorite though right?” and she won’t admit it, but he is

juraj walks into the towering building that day with lunch for the two of them in his hands and a burning question in his mind. he sends a grin to the security as he swipes his keycard, greets the office girls that he knows have a crush on them, compliments the new flowers on their desk before making his way back to where he was expected.

her door was closed which was a sign that she did not want to be bothered, but she had made it clear to him that he was exempt when he brought her lunch one day and instead of coming straight through, he had wound up chatting with her accountants in the break room for a solid thirty minutes.

he pokes his head in cautiously, watching the way her head snaps up ready to yell at whoever interrupted her, but her face softens when she spots him. gwen waves him inside, “no, i’m going to need you to use your critical thinking skills here david-”

juraj didn’t know much about david, but he did know that they didn’t like him. he sets down the food they had gotten for them on her desk and presses a quick kiss to her cheek before making his way over to the couch in the corner of her office. he can feel the weight of his phone in his front pocket and he’s tempted to pull it out, do a cursory scroll through instagram while she wraps up whatever david wanted to say to her, but he can’t.

instead, he takes her in.

he’s not ashamed to admit that he does this often. when they’re at one of their apartments, across from each other in a restaurant, or even when they’re here in the confines of her office. she intrigues him. the way that her heels are knocked over beside her desk and her feet are shoved into slippers as she walks around the room. the way that her blazer is hanging off a coat rack close to the door beside her bag and her blouse is only half tucked. this was her and she was his.

he doesn’t even realize she had hung up the phone until she’s dropping down beside him and resting her head in his lap. it’s automatic in the way that he swoops down and presses his lips to gwen’s, the smell of her vanilla perfume starting to occupy the air around them. she sighs as she squeezes his forearm, “‘m so happy to see you.”

“happy to see me or food?” he teases and she rolls her eyes.

“why can’t it be a little bit of both?” she raises an eyebrow and he shrugs. his fingers trace down her arm before stopping at her fingers, staring idly at the empty one. now knowing that it didn’t used to be empty, that legally she was still tied to the person who made her think she had found her forever, pulls at something in juraj’s chest. “are you still good to come with me this afternoon?”

“hm? three, right?” to her attorney’s and see what needed to be done to actually move the divorce process along. he could tell in the way that her eyebrows had been furrowed all week, in the way that she had been escaping to her own mind that she was thinking about it more than she wanted to let on. his thumb runs over the base of her third finger, “i’m your favorite, right?”

“what do you mean, juraj?” gwen raises a curious eyebrow and the man just can’t say it. it would make him sound insecure, boyish in the way he tries not to be around her, so instead he rubs at her ring finger again and her face softens, “juraj-”

“is just a question. don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“you’re the first person that i’ve been involved with that i’ve told that i love and i actually meant it. i feel something that i've never felt with anyone before, juraj. hookups, boyfriends, him,” she sits up then and turns, cradling his face with her hands as she forces him to look her in the eye, “i can’t believe that i’m saying this right now because i swore that i wouldn’t let myself feel this way again, but it’s you for me. it has been since that day in the supermarket, since you bought me that drink, since you almost dropped me when we slept together the first time-”

he groans, “you promised not to talk about that ever.”

“my point is that you’re you and i’m me, but together we’re us. we have our own lives, do our own things, and at the end of the day we both come home to benedict and fight over who gets to cuddle with him during love is blind,” she pulls at his beanie and he grins at the mention of their shared cat, “i would’ve never wanted to have an animal with a hyphenated last name with anyone else.”

“benedict needs his mother,” juraj says with a finality and she hums, “and his father. you know he miss me when i’m away.”

“we both do. you know why?” he quirks an eyebrow, “because we love you.”

“i love you both too. even though you both steal me sweaters.”

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Flowers: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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There’s flowers on your kitchen table. Flowers that Chibs did not buy you.

He investigates the vibrant boutique as you head into the bedroom to change out of your court clothes, the sound of your high heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. He knows there’s a slew of other men that want to bed you, ones that don’t know about him. You don’t hide the relationship, the same way he doesn’t but the two of you move in separate circles. The outlaw and the lawyer, it shouldn’t work but it does.

He tries to think of the last time he bought you flowers…

He doesn’t think he ever has.

This fucking thing is huge, and he knows from the range of flowers that it’s expensive. There’s lavender, orchids, and all sorts of shit bursting out of it, classy shit. It’s set up in one of those fancy water boxes.

It’s when he spots the card that his heart sinks.

It’s an ornate rectangle of cardboard, embossed with gold swirls in each of the corners. He plucks it from the holder before examining the thing, his thumb tracing over the writing.

Love Al x.

The name is written in a cursive scrawl he doesn’t recognise. He runs through everybody you’ve ever mentioned trying to find the source, but you’ve never mentioned an Al. He’s sure of it. He wonders if it’s that prick prosecutor, the one that’s been trying to get into your pants when the gun charges came down on Jax and the others. He’d wanted to smack the shit out of the guy back then, he wants to murder the fucker now.

He thrusts the card back into the holder when he hears the bedroom door open, busying himself by pulling out a bag of freshly ground Columbian coffee and setting it down beside the French press. It’s when he opens the coffee bag, that rich, delicious scent flooding his nostrils that he has his epiphany.

He’s not supposed to be here. He doesn’t belong in this house with you. He’s not meant to be with you. He’s too rough around the edges, he doesn’t fit into your life the way someone like Al would. He doesn’t go to the fancy dinners, or the conferences. He doesn’t have the patience for the fundraisers or the Mayor’s Christmas party, and you know that which is why you never ask him.

He places his palms on the counter, the line of his jaw tightening. You deserve better than this, better than him. He’s not good enough for you, he never will be. He senses your presence behind him, your perfume is light and airy flooding his nostrils in a way that makes his heart ache because he can’t be around you right now. He can’t do this with you anymore.

Your palm comes to rest in the space between his shoulder blades, thumb skirting lightly over the leather of his kutte. You lean in close, lips brushing over the stubble of his cheek. He closes his eyes and savours the moment, the sensation of having you in his proximity before he pulls away.

“Jax just called.” He tells you, jerking his thumb towards the door. “I need to head back out.”

“Oh O.K.” You say with understanding before flicking the kettle on. “Do you want to leave you something to eat for later?”

“Don’t worry yourself love,” He tells you, pulling his leather gloves out of the back pocket of his jeans. “I won’t be coming back tonight.”

********************

You don’t see Chibs for days. He doesn’t call and he doesn’t text. He can’t stop thinking about Al and the bouquet of flowers on your kitchen table, it haunts his thoughts through random moments throughout his day. He’s always been confident in himself, self-assured but seeing those flowers has rocked him, it’s the first time he’s felt inadequate, the first time he’s caught a glimpse into the life you could be having if you weren’t with him.

He takes the bracelet out of his pocket, the one that he’s been working on the past couple of months. He knows you prefer jewellery that has a beaten look to it, hammered metal he thinks it’s called. He looked up the technique a while back and realised they had all the tools he needed to create something for you in the workshop out back.

It’s been a labour of love, there’s been a lot of trial and a lot of error, but he’s finally managed to complete the piece he set out to make. Each selection of precious metal is the size and shape of a ring pull and he’s spent hours hand crafting each one to give it the look that you love. It seems ridiculous now, he thinks as he runs his thumb over each of the dimples in the metal.

“You have been avoiding me.”

It’s rare that anyone gets the drop on him, but he’s been so lost in his thoughts that he hasn’t even registered your presence as he perches on the rolling stool in the garage.

“Jesus Christ love.” He jolts at the sound of your voice, the bracelet tumbles from his fingers and hits the concrete with a clatter. He feels the colour rise in his cheeks as you reach down to pick it up. It’s beautiful, silver, gold and bronze fragments all pulled together to make one unique piece. You study the craftmanship, running your thumb over the veins of metal, it superb. You think Kerrianne will love it.

“It’s stunning.” You tell him as you try to hand it back to him. Chibs shakes his head, his hands delving into the pockets of his overalls.

“No love.” He says softly. “I made it for you.”

There’s something in the tenderness of his expression that breaks your heart. You can’t speak for a moment, the well of emotion builds up in your chest as you clutch the bracelet tightly in your hand

“Filip…”

The way you say his fucking name, it ruins him.

“Fuck Filip, I love you.” You say quietly, your hands coming to cup his face, guiding his gaze up to meet yours. “I know we don’t say it, but I do.”

He sees it in your eyes, and you see it in his. There’s a depth between the two of you, a connection that’s raw and otherworldly. He swears when he looks into your eyes it feels like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes with you by his side. He thinks in this world and the next, that you were always destined to find each other. It’s not the shit a good Catholic believes but then again Chibs has never been a good Catholic. He’s lost track of the multitude of sins he’s committed.

“The flowers they were from Lowen, Ally Lowen, my practice partner.” You tell him as your thumb traces over the scar on his left cheek. “She knows what Peter was like, she was congratulating me on the divorce. I realised after you left that you may have thought…”

“Fuck.” He exhales the word as a small smile tips up at the edges of your mouth. “I…”

“I know what you thought.” You tell him. “And I want you to know that the relationship the two of us have means the world to me. There’s no one else and there will be no one else. I want to make that very clear.”

“C’mere.” He mumbles, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you down onto his lap. His arms wrap around your body, holding you in place against him as he buries his face into the curve of your neck. “There’s never going to be anyone else for me love. There’s just you, there’s only ever going to be you.”

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✰⋆⁺warnings: cussing(!) (Y/N) is used (😱)(!) mentions of injury and bone (!)

✰⋆⁺Im actually really loving this plot that I'm coming up with. I hope the world around Player (that's what I'm calling reader) is making sense. Since I haven't written for this fic for a long time, I'm gonna try to finish this as i go thru the summer, and hope to finish it around august or september! Enjoyyyy!!!

✰⋆⁺ Chapter 2: What to Do...What to Do!?

(Chapter 1) | (Chapter 3)

WELCOME BACK! GAME START? (ok, back here...)

YES NO (here we go again)

{ tip:the shadows are sentient, its best to not ager them } (you spelt anger wrong lmao)

{ shut up! I'm trying to help you >:(( } (who even are you???)

{ It's me! } (who-!?)

GAME LOADING

...

...

...

That interaction was odd. you wondered who that could've been.

or better yet,

what the hell happened after you finished reading that semi-biography gnome obituary? And why didn't Nigel have enough paper???

what were you thinking about? your memory is fuzzy. oh well.

Now the area in looked vastly different than the previous one, which disoriented you a bit.

Looking around, you saw that the world still had a pastel palette. Except this time, instead if a forest, it looked more like a field.

The inconsistent style between the character design and the background pissed you off, as you were still pixels.

But, instead of worrying about that, you drive your attention to your surroundings once more.

The grass looked super stiff, and despite the sensation of wind showing on your sprite, nothing actually moved along with it.

Oddly enough, the creator didn't add any flowers, which honestly surprised you. Instead, there were soft and plump succulents (???) and small bunnies and insect-critter thingies crawling around.

Who the hell designed and produced this game?

while your headache was growing bigger, you decided to press that white check mark above your head once more.

(Update!!✨ New Page Unlocked✨!)

1.Stats

Lives: 1

Death Count: 0

Health: 25/30

Attack 2/20

4.Objectives (✨new✨)

FIND GNOME HUT ◻

EAT SPARKLE BERRIES ◻

TEST YOUR POWERS ◻

The first thing that you noticed was the lack of health you had. Didn't you have full health? Then, looking towards the new page, you figured out why.

Honestly, you were lucky because it seemed that only hunger could personally damage you. Damn thirst.

-

Back in Donnie's lab, Mikey, Leo and Raph sat in silence.

"So Leo-"

"Guys look!, the screen!" Leo interrupted, shallowly 'saving' himself. On the computer, it showed a round world with a pixelated character right in the middle.

It was you! But not?

The outfit you wore was something that the real you would never wear. Being broke and all. *cough* snacks *cough*

"(Y/N)'s a royal!! My prayers have been answered!!" Mikey sighs comically, despite not intending for them to be sucked into a video game for his wishes to come true, "I'll take what I can get."

"I knew it! It was Mikey's fault!" Leo said, jabbing a finger at the little man. "He and his 'DoCter FeEliNgS' cursed Donnie to never find love, man I hope Jaquelin's okay, AND TOOK ONE OF OUR HUMAN FRIENDS! prayers for homegirl. " Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you tripped the girl and she ended up in a hospital because Donnie was buildin' her a gift instead of your dumbass 'uNicORn RocKeT'" Mikey then gestured to his leg. as Leo crossed his arms and looked away. "Her bone was sticking out of her knee!"

"I've already told you, !" Leo yelled, "Jaquelin just so happened to walk in front of my leg! And the building just so happened to come to an edge- which was totally not caused by my lack of perception!" Leo huffed and stomped out of the room.

"So that was....o-okay-" Raph blinked froggily. Focusing back on the screen, he watched as you adjusted the crown on your head, curiously looking around. Raph found it cute how your sprite blinks with wide eyes.

"Back to my favorite couple!" Mikey said, looking towards where Raph was. The music in this is annoying as hell, they both agreed.

On screen, they watched as you tried to figure the world out, cheering you on as they watched you grab a log to cross the rushing river. Despite being mouthless in the world, you still had a range of emotions on your face that both turtles enjoyed.

Now, you pressed on into the woods, your sprite skipping along in happiness. And suddenly stopped. A question mark appeared on your forehead before an exclamation mark popped up soon after. an idea?

Raph raised an eyebrow, before watching you reach your arm up to the white check mark above your head. Almost instantly, a page of black opened up. Purple lettering began to quickly type out across the page, a long with a note a the bottom.

Mikey was already sitting down in Donnie's gaming chair with a bag of popcorn, snuggling into the blanket as a voice actor began reading out the letter.

F in the chat for Nigel, he deserved better.

It was like a movie! A terribly illustrated, yet fully interesting, predictably flash backing, movie! Mikey wasn't gonna let this new form of entertainment go to waste.

He instead typed in the keyboard shortcut for screen recording, and sat back and watched.

Raph sighed and plopped himself down onto the floor, tired of standing anyway.

In a flash, the screen suddenly turned black, startling the boys as they leaned forward. Immediately they relaxed, seeing that it was simply a loading screen.

"[give player tips (?)]" The screen blinked, waiting for the "viewers" to make their choice.

YES NO

Mikey chose the right answer- god forbid (Y/N) takes this for granted.

Tip: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

"Hey Raph! Can I borrow your phone real quick?" Mikey asked.

Raph, already knowing what to do, pulled up the wheel of names, and inserted each number twenty times, before spinning and landing on the number 2.

"Number 2!! Raph was rootin' for 4 tho-" He said, shaking his head solemnly.

Mikey, chuckling a bit, chose the number on the screen. There was a tingling sensation in his head, which he'll just get medication for later! This was way too fun.

In a flash, Mikey was dissipating into the computer screen.

"OH SHI-" *pop!*

Raph sat there, stunned, just as Leo walked back in the room with April.

April, being the badass she is, noticed something wrong.

"Where's Mikey?"

i hope this is making you guys laugh. i literally i haven't touched this in weeks. I think im gonna stick to 2nd person, because i find that my silly shit is easier to reference and the narrating is funnier. I really wanted to make this longer but I just had to cut it off there or it would seem wayyyy to run-on for me.

Anything you guys wanna reference? some memes?

Also, do you guys recommend anything for the stats page? i feel like i shouldn't list all of that out (i may tire myself out as well as you guys) so i want to find a way to make that easier.

wait nvm- that lowkey gave me an idea. i think it'll help you guys visualize better as well too-

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