#i love gray sweatpants 🫶

[jak-ey]

*cough* he's so cute 😃✨️

[milla-frenchy]

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0k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: Joel fucks you by the window, some guy watches you Warnings: 18+ mdni. Exhibitionism, rough sex, dirty talk, piv, creampie. Mention of somnophilia. Reader’s hair can be pulled.  No age specified, no outbreak a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta reading 💕🫶 Gif in the mood board by @pedropascalsx 🙏 Series masterlist | Masterlist

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The sun's rays woke you up early, too early for a Sunday. You contemplated going back to sleep, before glancing at Joel. He was snoring softly, lying on his stomach, one leg slightly bent, his face turned towards you. You looked over him, from his tousled curls to his bare back. His arm was hugging the pillow, the sheets were tangled just below his ass. He’d gone out with friends the night before, and had fallen asleep wearing his gray sweatpants.

It was one of the rare nights when he didn’t fuck you before you two went to bed or while you were asleep.

You smiled looking at him and decided to let him rest. You got up and left the bedroom, closing the door behind you. After making yourself some coffee you went to the living room. It  was bathed in light. You walked to the window and saw a few people who were already jogging outside. You put your coffee on the windowsill, waiting for it to cool off.

You felt Joel behind you before you heard him, right before he placed his hands on your hips.

“What are you doin�� here, sweetheart?” he asked, his mustache brushing against your ear.

He pressed his crotch against you before you even had time to respond. His morning wood found its place against the crease of your ass, leaving you breathless.

“Mmm?”, he insisted, leaning more against you.

“I…didn’t wanna wake you up.”

“Is that right?”

You felt him pull down his sweatpants, just below his balls. His hard cock sprang free towards the ceiling before he slid it between your thighs with a firm hand on his shaft. He pushed your panties to the side, and grabbed your breasts under his large t-shirt.

“Mmmm…you smell like me”, he murmured.

“Joel…people could see us.”

“Yeah? Shoulda think about it earlier, sweetheart.”

He pressed on your back to bend you further towards the window, and nestled his cock at your entrance. You held your breath. You always loved it when he fucked you without preparation, whether with his fingers or his tongue. The painful second when he thrust in always gave way to long minutes of pleasure when you  forgot about everything, except for his shaft ruining your pussy.

When he pushed in, you let out a soft “fuck” biting your lip.

“Yeah, take it, just like that. Good girl.”

He bottomed out, growling, his hands tight on your hips and his gaze down on your ass.

“Shit, this pussy’s barely wet. Poor baby...must be harsh to take this big cock without me spreading you first.”

His pace was slow, but so powerful, that your forehead hit the window each time his cock sank between your folds. He grabbed your hair when you didn’t respond, pulling your head back.

“So cockdumb, when I fuck you raw like that. That’s what you wanted, when you woke up?”

He kissed your neck before nibbling on it, pulling you back against his chest. His hand left your hair to grab a breast and he picked up the pace, thrusting in faster. Then he bent you forward again, making your forehead hit the window, one hand firmly gripping your shoulder for leverage. A jogger passing the house glanced up at your window and slowed down when he saw you.

“Joel!!”

But he neither stopped nor slowed down. He pressed down on the back of your neck, holding you against the window, chasing his orgasm. The stranger was almost walking at that point, watching you two. You slipped your hand into your panties, desperately twirling your clit under your finger.

“Fuck…you’re gonna get off while some guy’s watching you being pounded? Oh, baby…didn’t know you were such a bad girl.”

You couldn’t help but look at the man, now standing in front of the house. There was a smile on your face when the orgasm hit you, your pussy clenching on Joel’s cock. He stopped, buried deep inside your core as his cum spurted over your walls. His eyes were fixed on the man, still watching you.

“Damn it, Joel…”

Once your pussy stopped milking his cock, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, tucking his member back into his sweatpants with the other hand.

“What are you doing?”

���You’re gonna ride my face, right now, in bed. And this time you're gonna cum without looking at a damn stranger. Bet he’s gonna jack off when he’ll get home, thinking about this pussy he can’t have.”

You looked out the window one last time. The man readjusted himself before continuing his run.

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[graysnetwork]

dryhump!ng n lazy makeouts with keegan pls??

AHH I love ur idea annon🫶🫶🫶

Hopefully you like it bb

Warnings— dry humping, names (ex:baby), suggested afab reader, kinda sub Keegan???

Summary— (request)— keegan humps you while you relax on the couch, because there no way you’d let his fine ass leave with that nice black shirt and gray sweatpants, especially when you could make his cheeks go red… and his cock too.

RED

“C’mon baby” Keegan muttered in between kisses, the two of you were on the couch, both fully clothed. You’d be a dumbass if you let him walk around in that nice black shirt that accentuates his body way to well.

He held your hips, his grip was so tight it could form bruises if you didn’t have some pants on, the way he rubbed up against you was heavenly, his hard cock in his gray sweatpants just made it all so much better. You could see the imprint and tent in his pants, and the now forming spot in the crotch of his sweats, his precum smeared on.

The way he grinds on you makes your mind go hazy, he wants nothing more than to pull those pants of your off and place his cock in between your thighs.

But he continued on with his humping as you told him to cum in his pants before he could feel you.

Keegan leaned in and kissed you again, his kisses were always so passionate, as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it lightly as his hips stuttered for a few moments before going back to its steady pace as his lips went red from making out with you.

“mm..m’gonna come” Keegan moaned as his cock rubbed up against your clit, giving you the friction you craved. Your moans and whimpers only made his brain go to mush, nothing in the world was better than this, nothing could compare to the feeling of this, the noises you made.

Your hips lifted meeting his every movement, it only made it better, he moaned loudly as he tucked his face into your neck, his forehead felt sweaty as it brushed up against your shoulder.

“mmm..” he groaned, as he looked up and kissed you again, he pulled away slowly, before leaning back in, his tongue brushing against yours as he kissed you, he pulled away again, and you watched as his brows scrunch up, his cheeks going more red then they already are.

“Baby..” he moaned as his hips moved erratically, finally feeling his high approaching, his finger circled around your clit as he tried to get you close with him so you could feel the same euphoria he knew he was about to experience.

“Keegan-” you moaned, your hips bucked as you came in your panties as he came in his own boxers, his sweats lowered more with his movements, revealing the band.

He stopped for a few moments moaning into your ear as his face stuffed into the pillow. “Y/n..” he whined, he kissed your earlobe gently. Keegan hovered over you again; looking at you with pleading eyes for permission to finally pull all your guy’s clothes off, and fuck you right then and there

“Sure handsome” you nodded, the both of you panted as he hurried to pull your pants off along with your panties, your hands tugged his Calvin Kleins down, revealing his pretty red cock.

[beiasluv]

I LOVE F1 D!LFS THANK YOU 🫶🏻 could i request some driver!reader with this. Love your writting

a/n: tyy😘

— jenson button

Whenever the weekend comes around, Jenson is always happy to be commenting for the Sky News – especially when he gets to cover your section. All the lovey eyes while he holds the microphone near your lips, nodding profusely – adoring all the little reactions he could squeeze out from you. And he wouldn’t mind showing his love publicly, complimenting your driving any chance he could. ‘…especially yn, today…’ Obviously, Jenson will sneak off to your garage, helping you in your helmet and giving your hand a good-luck kiss for the weekend ahead.

— sebastian vettel

Sebastian is long gone from the track but never forgotten his passion for speed – or for you. He’ll show up quietly in his gray sweatpants and his flannel shirt, turning all heads around as the Red Bull legend himself. But no matter how hard you tried, he would never allow himself to take a single spotlight away from you, because you deserved all of it. Showing all of his support and devotion for you, hell, he would even inspect the car for you…and maybe your race suit (wink wink) And if there’s one thing he does best was to give you the best kiss for p1. ‘kick some ass, schatz’

— mark webber

Mark was on and off the grid with his casual commentary job on Channel 4, he would be up and running in front of the cameras and flashes before you’d even arrive. Once you did he would never miss to give you a short interview – to be honest, walking you to your motorhome. ‘how was your sleep last night?’ Let’s say you gave a big smirk before giving a convincing answer to the microphone, ignoring the way his shoulder is pressing against yours in the most gentle and rough way possible. He’d wish you the best of luck and a little off-camera kiss on the soft cheek of yours.

— fernando alonso

Tsk. Tsk. The Astion Martin garage was quieter than usual when you’re around – not that Fernando was to be found in the other team’s garage or anything… Laughing away to your mechanics and engineers’ conversation. Honorable mention has to be the national anthem segment when he gives your hand a little squeeze before the race start, whispering quickly before any big budget camera caught your antics. Not that he cared or anything, he would love to show off his talented driver anytime. But don’t get on his nerves when he’s on the track or that team radio would go to headlines. ‘Ln and Hamilton contact. Could be yellow flag.’ ‘Tell Lewis to fuck off.’

[pantherxrogers]

hey! could you write a san version of the sugar daddy/boyfriend smut👀

one-shot: sugar daddy!san x fem!reader ⋆。°  ✮   ⁺

⭐️ pairing: sugar daddy!san (+ boxer!san) x fem!reader

⭐️ warnings: smut (18+ only), explicit language, oral (f receiving), dry humping, swearing, gentle dom!san, slightly sub!reader, crybaby!reader (but they're happy tears), incorrect boxing terminology (boxer!san is just sexy lmao i know nothing about boxing), pet names galore, spit as lube, super fluffy too

also...pee after sex!!

⭐️ summary: sugar daddy!san comes home from Europe with a special gift for his spoiled girl. she's a little bit of a crybaby, but he knows how to remedy that. he may be a boxing world champion but he's devoted on making the reader feel like the winner 😼

⭐️ a/n: lmao, i got carried away writing this one because San is my bias. it's definitely longer than Mingi and Yunho, so i'm calling it a one-shot.

i re-watched the bouncy music video recently, so i had the idea to combine sugar daddy!san with Boxer!san. and also non!idol san. it's a trope salad LMAO. enjoy! 🫶🏾 thank you for the request darling! <3

my masterlist (you can find the mingi and yunho versions here!)

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

"Good job, baby!" You squeal, rushing towards San as soon as he steps into your shared penthouse.

"Thank you, pretty girl," your boyfriend mumbles, weighed down by jet lag, but already feeling lighter in your presence.

"So proud of my undisputed champion! I wish I could've been there," you coo, basking in the feel of him.

"Me too, baby," he confesses, finally content in your arms. It's always nice to win, but nothing beats his greatest treasure. You.

Standing on your tippy toes, you press a firm kiss to his lips. He meets you with a hunger. San traces his tongue along your plump bottom lip, asking for entry. When he delves into your mouth, you can't help the little moan that slips out. The sound makes San's pants feel tighter.

Your heart's beating faster now, and you melt into your boyfriend's warmth. The thin, silky nightie barely covers anything. A warm chill goes down your spine when your nipples brush against San's firm chest. As you lift your leg to drape around his waist, you notice his arms are locked behind his back.

"Ummm…" you trail off, breaking the kiss to ask for an explanation. This is your first moment to really get a good look at him, which doesn't help the wetness gathering in your thong.

He's smirking at you, and he's just so sexy. The chandelier lighting of the foyer reflects from his thin, gold chain. You notice that he's dressed comfortably, likely still wearing whatever he wore on the private jet to get home.

He's wearing his own merch, Choi San (K-Rocky) World Champion printed across the front of the gray hoodie. It makes you beam with pride every time you see it. Trailing your eyes down, you're met with his matching sweatpants and growing bulge. More pride surges in your chest, happy to know he missed you as much as you missed him. As a result, a girlish giggle slips through your lips.

"Something funny, pretty girl?" he chides, playfully raising an eyebrow at you.

"Is there something in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?" you grin, loving the ways his eyes light up at your cheesy joke. He crowds your space again, smiling down at you before he whispers in your ear.

"Well, I'm definitely excited to see my baby, but I also have a little surprise for her," he grumbles, sending warmth to your lower belly. He steps back again, arms still locked behind his back.

You're fighting back a smile, remembering the promise he made before leaving to reclaim his title.

"Close your eyes, sweet girl," he murmurs. You can't see him, but he smirks again, cock stirring in his pants at your obedience.

"Are you ready?" he teases, chuckling softly at the furrow in your brow. He can't ignore how cute you get when you're feeling bratty.

"Sannieeeee, c'mon," you whine, growing more impatient by the second.

He feels like a pervert the way his eyes lock on your full breasts, biting his lip when they sway in tandem with your little tantrum. He thinks about how they'll feel in his mouth when he gets you underneath him.

"Stop staring at my tits and let me have my gift!" you growl, knowing how spoiled you sound but you've lost the ability to care.

"Hey, be a good girl," he commands, the serious tone in his voice putting an abrupt stop to your antics.

" 'm sorry, sir," you whisper breathily, clit throbbing at the way he effortlessly switches into his dominant side.

San heart aches a little bit when he looks at you. He knows you love playing rough, but he doesn't have it in him to torment you any longer.

" 's okay baby, open your eyes for me," he coos. He nearly jumps back at the shriek you let out.

"Ah! I knew it!" you cry out, reaching forward to snatch the Hermes bag out of his hands. Reaching inside, you almost burst into tears when you feel the handbag of your dreams.

"Sannie," you whimper, looking up at him with teary eyes. He's on you before you can continue, wrapping his strong arms around you.

"Don't cry, baby," he begs softly, unable to watch you cry, even if they're happy tears.

"I can't help it," you sniffle, "I'm so grateful for you," the words are muffled against his chest, you find it hard to continue opening the bag.

"I couldn't do any of this without my baby. This is the least I could do," he answers honestly, pulling your soft body away from his to look into your eyes.

"I love you more than anything." You tear up again at the sincerity in his eyes.

"I love you too," you whimper, trying to stop the tears that flow down your cheeks. San's hands come up, brushing away the tears as lightly as possible, so you don't feel his rough callouses.

He holds you for a few more minutes, quieting your tears with affirmations and soft kisses. You stand there in silence for a while, calmed by the steady sound of his heartbeat.

"How do you feel now, baby? he asks softly, tracing his hand down your back. Another smirk rests on his face, when he watches the goosebumps raise up on your skin.

"Think 'm good now," you answer him, remembering the task at hand.

You finally open the bag, admiring the heavy Birkin in your hands. As you pour out a stream of thank you's and I love you's, when San catches you by surprise.

One moment, you're standing in the foyer and the next moment, he's scooped you up and into the living room. He gently places you on the vast leather couch, settling in beside you.

Drawn to his warmth, you cuddle up next to him, loving the way his strong arm cradles your waist. He carefully takes the bag from you, placing it on the marble coffee table. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence before the TV catches his attention.

"Are you watching my highlights, baby?" he teases, knowing full and well that you always tune into ESPN when he's away.

"Don't tease me, Sannie. I missed you," you mumble, nestling further into his side.

San looks down at you, enchanted by the exposed skin that the nightie doesn't quite cover. He brings a rough hand to your thigh, tracing the smooth skin, admiring how it feels in his grip. He can hear your breathing pick up, knowing exactly what effect he has on you.

"Missed you too, pretty girl," he sighs, using one arm to shift you onto his lap. San helps you adjust, finally content when you're straddling him.

"I missed you more," you breathe out, finding it difficult to concentrate.

He's so warm and strong beneath you, his muscular thighs being the perfect pillow. His hands are lower now, softly groping your ass through the lingerie. You can't help but to grind down on him, both of you letting out a content moan.

"Not possible," he murmurs, "But you're welcome to try to prove it," he finishes his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass, triggering another moan from you.

"Shit," you huff out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his body underneath yours.

His cock is fully hard now, protruding through his sweats. Your thong is basically nonexistent, clinging to your wet pussy. That sensation combined with San's lazy grinding make it hard for you to think clearly.

His lips are on your neck now, sucking on the sensitive skin. He loves the way you moan out into his ear, harshly grinding his hard cock against your pussy.

"C'mon baby, you gonna prove it to me?" he teases, warm breath against your ear.

His words finally click in your head, knowing what you want to do. You start to shimmy off his lap, trying to get on your knees, but San's arms lock you in place.

"Wanna show you how grateful I am," you beg, hooded eyes staring back into his own.

His head lulls back onto the cushion, finding it hard to concentrate when you look at him like that. Messy curls, hard nipples poking through your nightie, and your lips swollen from kissing. You look fucked out and he's barely getting started.

"Then let me taste you, baby. That's all I really want," he groans, quickly switching your position. Your head spins for a moment, barely registering how you changed places so fast.

You're on your back, San's rough hands pinning your thighs to your chest. The leather couch is cool beneath your skin, helping you think a little more clearly. Raising up on your elbows, you look down at him, eyes almost rolling back at the image.

He's bent over in front of you, gray hoodie long forgotten. He's wearing a white tank, muscles on display for you. As you admire him, his smooth lips trail along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Always the tease, he softly kisses your clit through your thong, your hips bucking in response.

"S-Sannie, please," you moan out, trying to push up against his mouth. He pulls back, smirking up at you, loving the neediness in your voice.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," he murmurs, faintly tracing his fingertips up and down your plush thighs. He looks at you expectantly.

"Want your mouth," you whine, hating when he does this. It makes you feel shy, but maybe that's why your heart flutters a little bit. Even if you'd never admit it to him.

"Want me to lick your pretty pussy?" he coos before lowering his head, pressing another kiss to your bundle of nerves.

"Mmmm, yes" you moan, eyes rolling back at the light pressure.

"Such a good girl. What my baby wants, my baby gets," he growls, peeling the soaked fabric away from your pussy.

"Fuck," he groans, eyes locked on the trail of wetness still clinging to your thong. He can't help dipping his tongue in it, eager to have a taste. You yelp, surprised by the sudden contact.

"Y-yes, Sannie, feels so good," you pant, unable to focus on anything but the intense pleasure from San's tongue.

He alternates between sucking on your clit and bringing up a finger to rub figures eights. Your hips buck up, doing anything to maximize your pleasure.

"You like that, baby? Like how it feels against your little clit?" The look of pure ecstasy on your face gives him his answer.

He latches back onto your pussy, using his thick tongue to delve between your sopping folds. Your high-pitched moans spur him on, sliding his tongue into your tight hole.

The lewd noises of your boyfriend tongue fucking you is too much for you to bear, your pussy starts to clench around the wet muscle, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

"F-fuck, yes sir," you huff, spreading your legs even wider, "Gonna cum soon."

He hums against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. He's back on your clit again, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. When you thrash against the couch, San tightens his grip on your thighs, trapping you into place.

"You can come for me, sweet girl. It's okay," he soothes you, switching back to rubbing fast circles against your clit.

Your hips have lost their rhythm now, aimlessly bucking into the pleasure of San's thumb. He lowers his head again, lewdly spitting on your pussy.

"C'mon on my tongue, baby. That's it," he hums, gravelly voice going directly to your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck," you whine out, feeling his tongue enter your hole again. The pleasure is too much. His rough thumb against your clit and tongue stretching out your pussy push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, San coaxing you through it.

He sits back on his heels, taking in your body. He keeps circling your clit, letting you ride out your high and come back down to him.

When you've calmed down, you see your boyfriend hovering over you. That kind smile is on his face now, stretching all the way up to his eyes. You swear you can feel your heart expanding in your chest.

"Hi, my pretty girl."

"Hi Sannie," you whisper shyly, cheeks burning at the way he admires you.

"C'mere," he snuggles you back into his lap, adjusting your nightie and smoothing down your curls. You giggle at the wet kisses he's pressing to your cheeks, loving the way he cares for you.

"Missed my baby so much," he accentuates his words with a tight squeeze, making your heart do the same. You let out a soft missed you too, feeling sleepy in his arms.

Cradling your body, you feel him rise from the couch. He turns off the TV, but alarm bells ring in the back of your head.

"Sannie."

"Hm?"

"Can you take my Birkin to my wardrobe please?" you mumble. San tries his best to hold in his laugh, so he doesn't disturb you. Not even a mind-shattering orgasm could make you forget about your Birkin.

"Of course, baby," Is the last thing you here before your eyes close for the night.

[satorusugurugurl]

Never got a request for them you say…

I know i request way to fucking much but I can’t help myself I love ur writing🫶

Butttt hear me out adult trio gojo geto shoko with fem reader. I’m thinking professional reader, who has an exhausting but rewarding job comes home exhausted, but her 3 lovers cheer her right up <333

Could be fluff or smut, I just need them in my life Fr

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Welcome Home!

Character: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Shoko Ieiri, FAB!Reader

Word Count; 2,853

Warning: overworked reader, nipple play, oral sex, praising, making out, achohol consumption, Geto in a fucking apron has me FERAL

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had lots of fun with this one 🥵🌶 Spicy loved it 1000000/10 would recommend.

Everything hurt, from your feet to your back, as you exited your car, the garage shutting behind you. You had been gone for twelve hours, leaving at six and getting home when you'd left this morning. But you couldn't complain. Your business had taken off, and as CEO, you had responsibilities to take care of, which tended to keep you away from home longer than you'd like, but the paycheck was worth it.

You had started your own candle company in college. Book tropes, characters, and television series inspired the candles you made. Your shop had been small, and you were content with that. Until your partners suggested advertising on social media, reaching out to authors, broadening your horizons. You hadn't expected much, maybe a couple of dozen more orders, a few rejection letters from said authors. What you hadn't been expecting was for your products to go viral, and several authors jumped at the opportunity to commission you for custom character candles.

Your tiny little shop became a big-time shop so fast it had your head spinning. You shipped orders worldwide, made custom customer orders, and were featured on several podcasts. Your company was close to being a multimillion-dollar company with several locations. While exciting, and you didn't need to worry about money, it was exhausting. Long hours, dozens of meetings, and business trips were your new norm; it came with the title CEO. You loved your job! There was, however, one downside.

You missed the fuck out of your partners.

With your position, you could take care of the house payment and utilities. Allowing your partners to do whatever they want without worry. Shoko was studying to become a surgeon, Geto was working on a novel, and Satoru was your biggest investor; seeing as he was from a wealthy family, he could do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to help your company grow. Things were perfect; it justified you working so hard all the time. Some days were more exhausting than others, but it was also gratifying. Your partners could pursue their dreams, and as long as they were happy, so were you.

”I’m home.” You announced mid-yawn, removing your heels and setting them to the side. You ventured into the living room. The condo was clean and tidy, as per usual, thanks to your amazing partners. They took such good care of the house when you were gone.

“Welcome home.” Suguru greeted you from the kitchen. Both the mouth-watering aroma of prepared food and the sexy man stopped you in your tracks. “Thank you for all of your hard work today, Princess.” He wore gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into his signature half up half down style.

The best part of his whole outfit was the apron. Good god, it was illegal! The black apron went around his neck and tied firmly around his waist. It read, ‘My meat is 100% Going In Your Mouth’. It was a gag gift, one you’d need to thank Satoru for purchasing. Suguru was wiping his damp hands on it as he made his way around the island, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

You melted in his embrace, your arms snaking around him as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. It’s good to be back.” You sniffed at the air, happily groaning at the scent of food. “That smells absolutely amazing, Sugu!”

“You had a long day, so I made one of your favorites.” You followed him into the kitchen, staring at the four neatly prepared plates of perfectly prepared katsudon and fluffy white rice. ”I was finishing up the salad. It should be done in a few minutes.”

A warm body pressed against your back; the smell of clean linen and musk followed the body's movements behind you as Satoru rested his chin on your shoulder. “I hope so, I’m starving.” The whiny tone that resonated from Satoru had Suguru rolling his eyes at his antics as he chopped up lettuce. “But not as hungry as you probably are. You busted your ass today, as usual.” Soft lips peppered your cheek with kisses.

“It was a very long day.” You reached forward, grabbing a slice of cucumber off the cutting board and popping it in your mouth. “But it’s well worth it.”

“Long day; I guess this calls for some sake,” Shoko added, handing you a glass of chilled peach sake.

You took a long sip, humming at the sweet taste that danced over your tastebuds. “Shoko, what would I do without you?” Your exhausted-looking girlfriend took a long sip of her drink before pressing a kiss against your lips.

”You would be stuck with these two idiots.”

“Hey!”

Satoru pouted, while Suguru just shook his head with an unbothered chuckle. The carefree atmosphere and warm aura had you relaxing, the tension leaving your shoulders as the four of you sat down for dinner. While you ate and conversed with them, your partners looked you over while you weren’t paying them attention. Suguru took note of the dark circles under your eyes before looking at Satoru from his peripheral vision. He had noticed the circles along with how your skin appeared paler tonight. Dark and blue-hued eyes focused on Shoko. Her dark brown eyes examined you as she would a patient.

The three of them reached the same conclusion: you were exhausted, burning the candle at both ends. They knew very well how seriously you took your job; your work ethic was nothing to be sneezed at. No matter how sick or tired you were, you constantly pushed yourself to do more, to provide for them. Your motivation was fueled by positive forces, and there was nothing wrong with being driven by a goal.

However, the moment your goal began to run you down, that’s when you had a problem. You needed a break—some time to rest properly and recuperate. The three of them set their plan into action just with mirror eye contact.

“All right,” Suguru stood, collecting the dishes off the table, “Satoru and I will clean the kitchen. Shoko, why don't you take our sweet girl and get her relaxed?”

“Oh, don't be silly, I can help.” You followed them, collecting dishes that were snatched away from you by Satoru. “Hey, I can help!”

Shoko gently grabbed your hand, her slender, delicate fingers interlacing with yours, pulling you towards the bedroom. “It’s not a matter of you being able to help or not; we all know you’re perfectly capable of that.” Shoko gently squeezed your hand before pushing you back against the bed. “It’s more of a matter that we want to take care of you.” Those same soft fingers that had gently held your hand began working at the buttons of your blouse. “So please don’t fight us on this. You’re exhausted.” Your chest moved up and down, your steady breathing quickening as she exposed your torso. “Just lay back and relax.”

A breathless sigh escaped you as her soft hands groped your breasts in both hands, squeezing the soft mounds. “A-alright, then, let me touch you too.” You reached for her breasts, her nipples erect, peeking through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. Your fingers just grazed over the fabric, straining against her hardening buds, when she pulled back, out of your reach. “Shoko, why are—” Her lips met yours in a soft, delicate kiss, one that emanated her true intent and desires.

”Have you been hanging out with those two morons too much?” Soft fingers, unclasp the hook in the front of your bra. “What part of ‘lay back and relax’ did you not understand?” Warm caresses of your girlfriend's skin felt like a burning fire over your tingling nipples.

“But I hate not making you feel good.”

“Baby,” Shoko chastised, leaning down, gently flicking her tongue over one of your nipples. “You make our lives comfortable; you do so much for us.” She kitten-licked one of the buds, nearly sending you off the bed. “There will be plenty of other times for you to join in. For tonight, relax and enjoy being a pillow princess.”

You were hesitant to listen to her, but as you relaxed against the bed, you realized just how tired you were. Laying back, your head cradled by the pillow alleviated some of the throbbing pain in your upper back. Plus, you weren’t often told to be a pillow princess, to lose yourself in the pleasure. This might be precisely what you needed tonight.

Without any further protest, you melted against the bed, your hand gently running through Shoko’s long, silky hair as she suckled and nibbled at your nipples while her hands massaged your breasts. I felt so good to be touched so gently. It was a drastic contrast to the boys, who roughly groped and nipped at your sensitive breasts. No matter how many times they saw your breasts, they were still the teenage boys you met nearly a decade ago. Breasts were, and always would be, some of their favorite things. Shoko, on the other hand, knew what felt good, how to get those little moans and whimpers to escape your mouth. If the woman was given the chance, she very well could make you orgasm from your nipples alone one day.

”Oooh my god, S-Sho—” That day was today, “Shoko, f-feels so good, really good.” Your nails gently grazed her scalp before you tugged on the strands of her hair. “H-Holy shit.”

Your girlfriend giggled, sending vibrations to stimulate your already sensitive nipples. “Yeah? Feel good—“ her pink tongue swirling tantalizingly slow around them, “so good you’re going to cum like this?” A tiny whimper was the only response she received. “Such a good girl for me. Go ahead, baby.” She groped both your breasts, pushing them together, allowing her to suck and nibble at both your nipples at once. “Cum for me.”

Shoko pressed her knee against your clothed center, and that was all you needed to cum. “N-Nggh! C-cumming~ S-Sho! Fuck!” you withered and squirmed, your hips rocking g against her knee, extending the sweet pleasurable waves that rocked you to your core.

She was watching you get off from just the brush of her knee, and her mouth on your tits had Shoko giggling softly. Your face was twisted with pleasure, slowly shifting into a more lax face as you finished riding the waves. Once your heavy breathing turned into soft, content sighs, she pulled back with a grin. She’d like to see the boys try and get you off solely from your tits. Because she knew neither had the patience or skills for that.

“Good job, Shoko.” Your eyes fluttered open as the bed shifted. “Got her nice and relaxed for us.” Shoko sat back, watching as Suguru and Satoru crawled up the bed. “How are you feeling, sweetheart, better?” Satoru hummed as he unzipped your skirt, tugging it down.

“Mhmm, a lot better.” You lifted your ass off the bed. Allowing Suguru to tug your thigh-high stockings down. “Sho always takes good care of us.”

“Mmm,” larger hands forced your legs apart, “I can see that.” Suguru hummed, trailing a finger up and down over the wet spot on your panties. “She made you cum, and you did such a good job.” His fingers hooked under the lace hem and tugged them down, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Suguru’s fingers pulled your wet folds apart, admiring the slick coating of your lips and how your arousal seeped out of your tight entrance. His thumb pulled the hood over your clit back just enough, allowing him to rub sweet, gentle circles around the bundle of nerves. While he teased your clit Satoru nestled himself between your legs, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs up to your dripping sex.

“Mmm, I was wanting dessert.” His hot breath teased your twitching cunt. “Thanks for the meal, sweetheart.” His tongue dipped out, tracing teasing circles of your entrance. His wet tongue and Suguru’s thumb had you gasping, arching off the sheets. Your hips jolted forward, silently begging for more. “So fuckin’ needy~” Satoru growled into your pussy. “Normally, I’d make you beg, but you’ve been working so hard you deserve a reward.” His tongue dipped past your tight entrance, gently swirling it as he licked at your inner walls.

With Satoru’s tongue spearing you, working the muscle inside your pussy, Suguru takes the chance to lean down, kissing and sucking at your swollen nipples. “Fuck, you sound so pretty; make more sounds.” His teeth gently graze over the bud. The sudden sensation made your body jerk forward, here widening as his skilled mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it hard.

“Suguru,” Shoko sits on your other side, “try swirling it gently~ like this.” A raspy sigh shakes through your entire body as Shoko demonstrates her technique on your other nipple. “This gets her going.”

“Oooh~ I see now.” The dark-haired man watched Shoko closely, nodding as he observed her momentum. “So I need to do—“ his eyes meet yours as he flattens his tongue, “—this?” His tongue matches Shoko’s face as pressure, sending tingles coursing straight to your pussy, where you clench around Satoru’s skillful tongue.

Blue eyes widen as feeling the gentle spasms of your cunt on his tongue. Your wetness seeped out, coating his tongue, mouth, and chin. “Mmmphmm~ yeah.” His voice is hoarse with unfiltered, pure need. “She fucking likes it~ her cunts hugging my tongue, keep it going.”

Hearing the filthy words, Satoru spoke motivated his best friend. Suguru kept his ministrations up, his eyes darting between Shoko and back to you, doing his best to keep up with her pace, mirroring her movements to the exact inch. In turn, Shoko’s hand dipped down, pressing gently on your lower abdomen.

“S-Shiiit!” You hissed, lifting your head an inch, watching as your three beautiful partners worshiped you. “Ooooh haaah!” You arched, squirmed, and twitched on Satoru’s tongue. Your partner's fingers, tongues, and lips moved faster as you screamed, one hand gripping the sheet as your other hand thrust into Satoru’s hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as you rocked against his face.

“Good girl~” Suguru growled against your nipple. “Goood fuckin’ girl~ cum all over Satoru’s face.”

Shoko nodded her head in agreement, her hand pressing harder against you. In doing so, she put pressure on the coil that was twisting and twisting inside you. Satoru groaned loudly inside of your pussy, feeling your walls twitch slightly around him; the tiny movements had his tongue lapping faster and harder, rubbing against your g-spot with every flick.

The combination of all three of their efforts made you scream and squirt. Coating Satoru’s tongue and face. Watching the stream of clear liquid coat, Satoru’s face had Suguru rubbing your clit faster. Extending your orgasm, making you squirt again again.

“Oooh, that’s it! Good fucking girl!” Suguru praised while Satoru glowered at you. Not in anger or disgust, but in feral fucking need. His mouth and tongue didn’t stop moving as he drank all of you in, working you over the dips and rises of the orgasm that nearly took your life. He only pulled away when you grimaced, shaking at the overstimulation of his mouth, and that only happened because you yanked him out of your pussy.

“Mmm~ such a good girl~” your slack mouth was suddenly being kissed by Shoko before Satoru crawled up, slotting his mouth against yours, allowing you to taste the sticky, tangy essence of your cum. “She was the best, wasn’t she, Satoru.”

The white-haired man pulled back, collecting the remaining traces of your cum with his pointer finger. “She’s the fucking best. No questions asked.” You lazily watched as he offered his finger to Suguru.

“Oooh, thank you.” Dark eyes trailed over you before he smirked, gently wrapping his hand around Satoru’s wrist and leading his finger into his open mouth. You choked on a breath as you watched Suguru bob his head up and down Satoru’s finger, ensuring all of your juices were clean. “Mhmm, so sweet. Shoko, have a taste.” Your girlfriend grinned slowly, leaning over your spent body, kissing Suguru with full tongue to get a taste of you. Their tongues swirled and massaged the other for what seemed like an eternity before they broke the kiss with a string of saliva and your cum connecting their tongues. “Isn’t she delicious?”

“She’s sweeter than the peach sake from dinner.”

With a gargled moan, your head fell back against the pillows as your lovers all leaned over to examine your face. Your pale skin from earlier was flushed a darker shade, your eyes were hazy and distant, and if this were an anime, they were sure you’d be spurting a nosebleed right about now. The trio exchanged knowing glances and gentle smiles. You did so much for them. The least they could do was give you a proper welcome home.

[iliketangerines]

PLEASE WE NEED MORE OF PROFESSOR JOHNNY CAGE, BUT THIS TIME COULD YOU MAKE HIM DESPERATE FOR HIS STUDENT? LIKE YOU KNOW THE READERS JUST SO PRETTY HE CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HER, AND SHES SO SHY THAT SHE GETS FLUSTERED BY EVERYTHING, AND THIS DRIVES HIM CRAZY ( smut 🙏🙏 )

LOVE YOUR WORK🫶🏻😩

no one needs to know pt.2

a/n: i gotchu cutie, and i can't stop thinking about johnny with gray streaks in his hair like bark bark bro.

pairing: professor!johnny cage x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), power imbalance; mentions of pussy eating, blowjobs, overstimulation, spanking, thigh riding, exhibition kink

the second that Johnny had seen you, he was floored

you had come in early to his physics classroom where he was standing up on a chair, trying to figure out what was wrong with the damn projector

his sleeves had been rolled up his forearms, and he had unbuttoned his shirt due to the exertion of trying to fix the overheated projector

and then, you had walked in, and he looked down and saw you, dressed in an oversized coat for the winter and baggy sweatpants, and he found you cute

Johnny blinked, this was his student that he was thinking about, get it together!

but then you took off your coat to reveal a skin-tight short sleeve shirt that was tight enough to reveal the perky nipples underneath your bra, and he was done for

he came down from the chair he was standing on and approached you, reaching his hand out to shake yours and introduce himself as your teacher since you’re the first and only one in the classroom

you glance down at his forearms and a light blush dusts over your cheeks as you hold out your hand and return his handshake

he can feel how soft your hands are in his, and images of your hands wrapped around his cock flash through his mind

he gives you a big smile, trying to put on some of the Cage charm from his sprightlier days, and it seems to work because you duck your head down to hide your blush and take a seat

he walks back up to the front of the class, taking the chalk and writing on the board his name and information, and he turns around to see some more students trickling in

he ignores them, however, opting to just steal glances at you from his laptop

you bite your plump and soft-looking lips as you look at something on your phone, and when your lips stretch into a smile at something, Johnny wants nothing more than to have them stretched around his thick cock and-

concentrate! this is his student. he can’t be having these kinds of thoughts!

and yet, you still run through his mind through the rest of class, and he has to stay behind the computer stand to hide his embarrassing hard-on

but still, he glances at you throughout the class and notices how you keep staring at his forearms, and he smiles inwardly

from then on, he keeps his shirt sleeves rolled up to try and catch you staring at him, and everytime you turn your head away to blush, his ego jumps to impossible heights

he walks up and down the aisles when you guys work on worksheets that he’s handed out, and he purposefully stands next to you as he ‘observes’ the classroom, his crotch next to your face so that he can watch you blush furiously and try not to stare

whenever you raise a hand into the air for a question, he has to stop himself from dropping everything and answering your question

he takes his time to walk to your desk, trying to be as subtle as possible as he flexes his arms and settles down next to you

he can see in the corner of your eye at how your eyes glance up and down his arms and how they flicker between his lips and his crotch

he has to stop himself from having an inappropriate thought coming through his mind

he always puts on a slight bit more cologne those days where you have class with him and leans in a bit too close to you, and he knows it makes your head spin as you stutter through your words and questions

at home, he lays in bed and imagines how soft and perfect you would be for him

he imagines how your lips would wrap around his cock, and how they would stretch and how you would whine and cry at him fucking into your mouth

he imagines how it would be to tease you, flicking your clit back and forth with his fingers as he brings you to the edge over and over again

he thinks your whimpers and moans would be heavenly

he imagines how tight and wet your pussy is and how it would squeeze his cock just right, and he imagines how good you would taste on his tongue

when the first quiz comes around, and he sees your mostly incorrect answers, he has to stop himself from smiling because you would have to come to office hours

except you don’t, and he gets more desperate, judging your test maybe a bit more harshly than others to try and get you to come to his office

and when he sees you receive your quiz back marked in red and sees how your eyes fill with tears and how your lip slightly wobbles, Johnny wants to bend you over in front of the class and fuck you stupid

wants to have you crying out for him as he fucks you on the desk like a whore

especially after he finds you after class talking to another student about making plans to study together for the upcoming quiz

he wants to go up to you, squeeze your tits and finger your pussy while staring at the other student dead in the eye and claim you as his

he wants to spread you open and show how he’s the only one who can make your pussy so desperate and wet for him and how a college student with minimal experience couldn’t do that

he wants to have you crying on his cock, tears streaming down your face and body bruised from how hard he grabs you

but he doesn’t, just seethes from a distance as the other student happily agrees to the study date

that night he imagines punishing you for being a brat and talking to other people to make him jealous

he imagines that your ass would look beautiful marked in red and his bite marks, and that your begging and whimpers would sound like music to his ears

he imagines how your cunt would drool even after a harsh spanking and how he would make you cum so many times that you start asking him to stop

he bites his lip and cums into his fist at the thought and cleans himself up

later in the week, when it’s too hot in the building and he just dresses in a tank top, he nearly hops over his desk and fucks you when you walk in with a short skirt on

fuck, your legs are toned and plush, perfect for squeezing and slapping, and your plump ass is barely covered by the fabric of the skirt, and he wants to smack it

but he also catches how you gape at his arms and how when he flexes it just ever so slightly, you have to turn your head away and rub your thighs together ever so subtly

that night, Johnny had never jerked off so much to the thought of you

it’s a month and a half into the semester, and you’ve had your first exam, and you’ve failed, there’s no way you can come back unless you get perfects on every quiz and exam going forward

when he sees your name pop up in his calendar that you scheduled a private office hour meeting with him, he nearly jumps into the air

he clears his calendar around your meeting with him, making sure no one comes in before or after you for at least an hour, so he can take his time with you

and when you come and he sees how you flush and stammer over his words when he leans in close, he knows he’s got you hook, line, and sinker

and when he sees tears well in your eyes and how your voice slightly wobbles at the thought of failing, he has to stop himself from jumping the gun and fucking you right there

and when he finally does taste you, you’re so much sweeter than he thought, and when he finally fucks you, you’re so much warmer and tighter than he thought

when he sends you off that day, his mind runs wild with thoughts of what he can do to you

maybe he’ll have you cockwarm him with your mouth while he grades exams, maybe he’ll prop you up on his desk and eat you out for the rest of the day

maybe he’ll make you ride his thigh and make a mess of his dress pants while you whine for him to please make you cum

maybe he’ll make you wear a vibrator in class and have to stay quiet as he teaches class

Johnny can’t wait until your next meeting with him

[melrodrigo]

favorite - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a day of feeling useless, Tara’s the only one who can make you feel better.

Pairings: Slight Amber Freeman x Reader in the beginning, Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Am I projecting? Maybe. Tara’s my bbg 🫶🏻

Amber

YN - Why do you only want me when you have nothing else to do?

You bite your lip as you hit send, swiping out the app as fast as you can to try and quell the feeling of regret you know is coming.

Your lover of sorts, Amber Freeman, had been acting weird lately.

You’re not sure what to call the two of you, best friends that kiss each other? friends with benefits? two buddies in a situationship?

All very accurate descriptions, you think as you laugh bitterly.

It had been weeks of bliss at first, with flirty comments, secret kisses, and love notes stashed in your locker.

But for the past few days, she’s been awful. Gone are the nights spent giggling together on your couch while you watch a movie, gone are the butterflies whenever you see her name pop up on your screen.

She’s quiet. It makes you uneasy.

At first, you tried to ignore it, think to yourself she must be busy.

She loves me, she’ll answer, you reason.

Nothing hurts more than being proven wrong.

A - I think we should stop talking.

YN- What? Why? Can’t we talk this out?

A - I wanted to tell you a couple of days ago in person but…I’m sorry. I just don’t like you anymore. I met someone else.

You blink back the tears already welling in your eyes. You shut your phone off, refusing to answer, part of you hoping she might beg for your forgiveness after seeing you upset.

Nothing.

Your chest heaves as the hole in your chest deepens.

How could she? After everything you’d been through together. Especially after the Ghostface attacks last year, you’d hoped she cared a little more.

You’d been the one to warn her, even. When she told you she had feelings for you, you’d made her promise that she swore they were true. You weren’t taking a chance on a ‘maybe’.

But alas, your moon-eyed perspective had affected your decision-making skills. She’d told you she loved you, and that she was going to be your girlfriend, and you had believed her.

You fall back onto your bed. Hands pressed to your forehead harshly as you think.

You pick up your phone once more, ignoring all thoughts that tell you this is a horrible idea, and call her up.

-

“Hey. Thanks for coming.” You tell Tara as you step back to let her in. She’s dressed in an oversized AC/DC t-shirt paired with gray sweatpants.

Her hair is slightly messy like she’s just woken up from a nap. You curse as you catch yourself thinking about how cute she looks.

“No problem.” She tells you without missing a beat, walking into your house and up to your room like it’s her second home.

You and Tara had a history.

All throughout grade school, you had the biggest crush on the brunette, but she never reciprocated. Not that you ever told her about it. Later, when both of you were in high school, she confessed that she liked you.

You were so confused between your feelings for Amber and for her back then, you ended up never giving her a clear answer. And after time, the two of you just started to drift away.

But you wouldn’t be able to say that the underlying feeling she was the one wasn’t always simmering within you.

Your feelings for Tara were something that could never be explained. Not even to your best friends over the years, who would hear endless rants about the girl.

She was just so, perfect.

Well- nobody was perfect; you knew that. She was always somewhat of a rebel throughout your school years. But you found her imperfections endearing, which only made her more human and in turn, more perfect to you.

It didn’t help that she also looked like an angel that had fallen from the skies.

In short, Tara Carpenter was an enigma. You’ve had crushes before, of course. But this one, you think will never go away. Whether you viewed her from a romantic or platonic lens, all you could feel was adoration. You were incredibly fond of the girl.

You snap out of your daze and follow her upstairs, closing the door behind you.

“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?” She says, not unkindly.

You play with the hairs on the nape of your neck as you answer her.

“I’ve just been feeling…sort of weird. I needed some company.” You tell her, somewhat awkwardly,

“And nobody else was free?” She prods, her eyes filling with an emotion you can’t quite place.

You look down shyly as you shake your head. “No, I wanted you to come.” You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.

You sneak a peek at her expression and relax once you see she’s smiling.

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve been missing you.” She says, grinning.

Her words make you feel like a weight’s been taken off your shoulders. Everything’s normal. Everything’s good.

You relax, moving over to join her on the bed.

“I missed you too.” You say.

She doesn’t miss a beat before she reaches for your TV remote and pushes herself further up your bed. She takes her hair out of the bun it was in and whips out her glasses.

She never likes to wear it because she thinks it makes her look nerdy, but you think it’s the cutest thing.

“You sure are making yourself at home.” You murmur, earning a soft slap from the girl.

“Hey! This is how you’re supposed to experience a movie.“ She says, nudging herself into your bedsheets.

You scoff as you join her and place your leg over her own.

“Who said we were going to watch a movie?” You challenge, raising a brow at her.

She shrugs, unserious. “I figured I’d take the lead. You need a distraction, and you weren’t doing anything…so.”

You nudge her with your shoulder one more time before settling in beside her, not willing to debate.

She scrolls on your TV a little while longer before you nearly leap out of your seat as you see your favorite movie pass.

You open your mouth to force her to pick it, but she buts in before you can get a word out.

“Yes, I know it’s your favorite movie. I’m putting it on now, shush.” She teases, smirking slightly.

You relent without a word.

Halfway through the movie, you can tell Tara’s getting sleepy. Her eyes droop and her head is falling further into the pillow.

You bite back a chuckle and pull out your phone, ready to take a photo that’ll surely embarrass the brunette.

She stirs in her sleep when the flash goes out, looking up at you groggily.

You panic and shove the phone underneath you, moving over to do anything to distract her. You don’t have enough time to think, you surge forward and press your lips to her forehead.

Her eyes widen, no doubt wondering what the hell you’re doing.

A forehead kiss? Yeah, that isn’t suspicious at all!

She’s still still under you, blinking slowly.

“Go back to sleep Tar.” You mumble against her skin, using a nickname you haven’t called her in ages.

It works though. You feel her physically relax and in the next few minutes, she’s fast asleep against you once again, this time with her arm wrapped around your waist.

You feel your cheeks get hot and thank the gods that nobody can see you.

You watch as the credits of the movie finally roll, and you feel the tiresome events of the day finally catch up to you.

You look down at Tara, studying her features. You want to reach out and touch her freckles, but you resist the urge.

Whatever Tara Carpenter was to you didn’t matter today, you reason. The only thing that matters is that she’s here, and she’s made you feel better than you have in months. Friend or something more, she’ll always be the one to brighten your day.

[nyoomfruits]

hello i am once again gently nudging you towards loscar with ³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.” from the roommates to lovers section 🫶🏻

i actually went happy this time r u proud of me

“i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

“Hey,” Logan says, looking up from where he’s sprawled out on the couch, Playstation controller in hand, bag of chips open next to him. There had been a part of Oscar who had hoped he’d gone to bed already, so Oscar could’ve slipped in unnoticed, stumble into his bedroom and mope about the sorry state of his life, but then again. It was only 9. Which was kind of the whole problem.

Logan’s face turns sympathetic. “I’m guess that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything I need to know about how your date went, huh?” He asks, as Oscar flops onto the couch next to him with a deep sigh, not even bothering to take of his jacket or his shoes.

“Fucking hell,” he says, letting his head tip backwards against the couch pillows.

“So?” Logan asks, nudging him in the side. He’s wearing soft gray sweatpants and a t-shirt Oscar is 90% sure once belonged to him. “What was wrong with this one?”

Oscar winces. “When you say it like that you’re making me sound like some kind of overly critical serial dater.”

Logan raises an eyebrow. Oscar sighs. “Nothing, alright. Just like there was nothing wrong with the last one, or the one before that, or the one before that. They’re all just. Fine.”

“But none of them feel right,” Logan says, nodding knowingly. “It’s okay, we will find you the right person. They have to be out there, right?” He tips his head towards Oscar, beaming smile on his face. Logan has that, that undying believe in The One, that hunger for romance and meet cutes and The Perfect Moment. Oscar likes that about him. Loves that about him, his undying optimism when it comes to love.

He likes it a little less when Logan is using all that optimism to find Oscar The One, especially when Oscar has already found his One ages ago. He’s currently sitting next to him on the couch, Playstation controller in hand, looking at him with big hopeful eyes.

And god. If he knew there was a chance, if Logan had ever given a sign. But he hadn’t. He had just been cheery, sweet, optimistic Logan, the same way he was with their friends, and so Oscar had gone along with it, the whole Finding The One thing. It was good for him, he thought, going out there. Meeting other people. Seeing if there’s someone out there for him.

But every date, all that happens is that it confirms what deep in his heart he already knows: that he’s in love with Logan, and no one is ever going to be Logan. He’d cut tonight’s date short after only half an hour, not wanting to waste the girl’s time when she was clearly so into it, not wanting to string her on.

And it’s getting exhausting, so exhausting. The disappointed faces when he tells them there’s not going to be a second date, when he goes home early, when he leaves. The reminder, the constant reminded, that the one thing he wants, he cannot have.

“Maybe we should stop,��� Oscar says, mostly to the TV, where Logan’s game is paused. “Trying to find me someone, I mean.”

“What? No, Oscar you can’t give up,” Logan stresses, turning all the way towards him. “We’ll find them! They have to be out there, right?”

Oscar closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, turns towards Logan. “What if I’ve already found them?” He asks, and god. Is he. Is he really doing this. Is he doing this now.

Why not now? His brain whispers. If not now, when?

“Oh,” Logan says, and his face turns almost painfully neutral. “Wait, really? When?”

“Ten years ago,” Oscar says. “First day of college.”

Logan blinks at him. “What,” he says, and then his face turns into a frown. “Oscar, what the fuck, have you been… Jesus, why have I been putting all this effort in to find you someone then? If this whole time-“

“I didn’t know if they liked me back,” Oscar says.

“And now?” Logan asks. He’s frowning, and Oscar wants to kiss the little lines between his eyebrows, take all his worries away.

“I don’t know,” Oscar says. “But it think it’s time I try.”

“Right,” Logan says. “Well, I still would’ve liked if you told me. We’re still best friends, and all. And roommates. Like I feel like this is stuff you would tell your roommate/best friend, you know? I mean, I’m not mad, about the dates, but I just think-“

Oscar cuts him off. Rather effectively, if he says so himself. His mouth presses against Logan’s half open one, and as far as kisses go, it’s a bit clumsy. The angle’s all wrong, and Oscar is still in his coat, and Logan is gripping the Playstation controller like it’s his only life line, and it’s really more a press of lips before Oscar is pulling away again.

“It’s uh. You,” he says. “The person. That’s why I didn’t. Well. Tell you,” Oscars says, a little awkwardly. It’s hard to guess what Logan’s thinking, which sucks, because usually the guy’s an open book. They didn’t kiss long enough for Oscar to definitely day he kissed back, and now Logan is just staring at him, slightly open mouthed.

“Oh,” he eventually says. “I. Wait. Why didn’t. Why didn’t you think I liked you back?” He asks, and Oscar’s heart does a little jump. Does that mean?

“You’ve been actively been setting me up with other people. For years,” Oscar says.

“Oh, yeah, that,” Logan says, looking a little bashful all of a sudden. “I just, you know. If it wasn’t going to be me, I just. I wanted to be someone good. Someone that deserved you.”

“What about you,” Oscar says, swallows. “Could you be… Are you someone good?”

Logan smiles, and it breaks open his whole face, lights him up like he’s the sun to Oscar’s moon. “Some might even say the best,” he says, with a cheeky little grin, and Oscar is too relieved to scold him on his cockiness, so instead he surges forward again, presses their lips together in another kiss.

A proper one, this time.

[starcrossedreaders]

So, just saw you posted the fic i requested THANKS!!! can you maybe write one where Leon has just woken up and his pants a hanging low light just below his hips and we can see his HAPPY TRAIL!? and he just get worshipped by his wife (me🙄🫶) and he doesn’t under stand why she finds it so attractive 😍 please and thank you

Author's note: I LOVE THIS SM OMGG this is just a cute lil drabble Thank you for your requests THEY ARE SO GOOD!

Warnings: Just some sexual tension, reader worshipping Leon (AS WE SHOULD), nothing else

Nothing beats a Sunday afternoon nap with your husband. The house is clean, groceries are put away, and the lawn is mowed. You guys clearly deserve to nap for being such well-functioning adults.

The afterglow of the sun shone through the curtains as you began to cook dinner. The meat sizzled in the pan as you stirred the pasta right next to it. Humming to your favorite song and swaying your hips, you failed to notice your Husband standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Leon's smile was bright as he watched you sway around in the kitchen. His t-shirt hung low on your body, just enough to cover your butt. His sleeve shrugged off your shoulder but clearly, you could care less. The sight made his heart swell, the heavy metal on his finger reminded him of every reason he asked you to marry him.

Leon took the last step down as he yawned and scratched his chest, "Hmm what are you making, it smells good," His words were mumbled.

When you looked over you were met with a sight that left your knees weak and thighs clenching. Leon's hair was tussled around from his nap. His abs were glistening with a slight layer of sweat and his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. His happy trail led to heaven on earth. You couldn't help but gawk and fantasize about taking his pants off.

Leon started to walk over to you but you were quick to stop him. You were quick to drop the spatula and put your hands up. "STOP! Don't move baby, please"

Gods you really wanted to trail your hands down his body as you slowly pulled his sweats down.

Leon froze in place as he raised a brow. "....Why?"

Dumbfounded you put your hands down. "What do you mean why? Look at you, you're so fucking hot," You walked up to Leon and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Raising on your tippy toes you placed a kiss on his lips. Pulling back from the kiss you slowly trailed your hands down his chest to his stomach. Leon grabbed your wrist before you could go any lower. Frowning slightly you pouted.

Leon could only laugh, "What has gotten in you baby, did you forget why we were napping in the first place," Leon laced your fingers together as he leaned down to kiss your nose.

"Did you forget how hot you are, like look at you!" You unlaced your fingers and trailed his v-line.

"This beautiful V-line," You moved your hands up to trace his abs. "Or your delicious abs," Moving one hand down you trailed up Leon's happy trail with your pointer finger. "And how could I forget the best part, your happy trail,"

"My...happy trail?" Leon sounded so confused.

"Yes! Your happy trail," Leon could only shake his head and scoff. He grabbed your hand and placed a chaste kiss on your palm.

"How does a small line of hair turn you on? That makes no sense to me," Leon was genuinely curious. Normally he was fond of shaving it off thinking thats what you liked. Clearly, his thinking was wrong.

"hmm...think of like a trail to heaven,"

"A trail to heaven hmm," You only hummed in response as you nodded your head.

"Well, I guess I should stop shaving it then huh?"

"Yes, please, I get so sad when you shave it," Leon laughed as he shook his head.

Taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around your shoulders leaving a kiss on the crown of your head. Wrapping your arms around him you laid your head on his chest listening to the rumble of his words as he spoke. "Then I'll stop I promise....I love you,"

Your words came out muffled. "I love you too,"

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Taglist: @hermizery @alewesker @ballorawan740 @lastaceylia00 @chunnies

[cameronspecial]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 1.5K!!! that is so so huge and I'm so happy for you!! 💕💕💕

I'm here to request: ⌨️

a zach fic with the dialogue prompt, "it's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today." 🫶🏻

The Melody of Her Voice

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: Fight with Best Friend

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Masterlist

You are so dense sometimes, Y/N. How could you not see that he is using you?” Maxine screams, extending her arms out with an open palm. Y/N’s head shakes with tears welling in her eyes, “You are so wrong. Zach cares about me. He understands me more than anyone else ever has. He may be a jock, but he is much more than that.” Y/N grows frustrated with this argument, knowing that it isn’t going anywhere. She knows her best friend means well, but Maxine could not be more wrong. “I can’t do this anymore,” she tells her friend. She grabs her chestnut brown purse and storms out the door.

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Her hand raises, wrapping against the door like a quiet mouse. Zach opens the door with a charming smile, frowning when he sees her tears. His arms surround her immediately and he gives her a kiss on the temple. “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re okay. I got you,” he promises to her, bringing her into his dorm. They sit on the bed, face-to-face. She looks at him and sniffles, “Maxine and I got into a fight. Can I stay here for the night?” She knows this would be a big ask since it would be the first time they would be sleeping in the same bed, but she has nowhere else to go. She really couldn’t sleep in the same room as her friend right now. “Of course, always. Let me get you some clothes to change into and then we can head to bed,” he says, heading toward his dresser. She loves that he can tell she is tired just by looking at her. She timidly nods her head. 

He pulls out a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, leaving the room so she can change. They both head to his floor’s bathroom so they can brush their teeth together. Once back in his room, he lets her get into bed first and snuggles up next to her, giving her a kiss on the lips before they both fall asleep. 

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She wakes up first, being careful not to move too much so he doesn’t wake up. A few minutes pass and she notices he is starting to stir awake. His eyelids scrunch, trying to adjust to the light coming from the window. “Good morning, handsome,” she mumbles, leaning up to give him a kiss. A content smile is painted on his face while his eyes remain closed. “It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today. It’s like waking up to my own personal symphony." He can feel the movement of her head as she agrees. “I like hearing your voice in the morning too. It’s all groggy and raspy. It’s cute,” she compliments, hands flying to play with the hair at the back of his head. He revels in her touch, “Then we should do this more often.” Her head roots itself in his neck, embracing his natural scent. “We definitely should.” 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

[deathbyathousandspiders]

cuddling w peter 😔🫶

my favorite 🫶🫶

here’s a cutesy lil blurb that i’ve had in the works for a while :) ik it’s mid september but this concept was just too tempting !!

inspired by a prompt on my pinterest feed:

“ let’s get you home. you’re freezing and i don’t want you catching a cold. ”

✨masterlist.✨

1k.

You love cuddling with Peter. His warm hands snug around you, his head hidden away from the world in your neck, and his gentle lips brushing your skin. It was a shelter for you; a comfort. Plus, you were the perfect size for him, and he was the perfect size for you. You fit each other in an unspoken understanding. An understanding met with touch and serenity.

When it was your turn to be the big spoon, you could easily drape your arms around him. His body flush to yours, you knew that nothing could ever harm you in the hold of your boyfriend. It’s why you always cling to him whenever you’re together. You love to grab his hand, or keep your head rested on his shoulder. You know he loves your touch just as much from the way he hugs you from behind, and presses his knee to yours whenever you’re together.

You two are almost always together, except when you’re at work, or he’s patrolling, or when you need a healthy boundary set.

This time, his absence was requested by a regulated patrol. He invited you to sleep over, just like he usually did on the weekends. You camped out in his empty room, dressed in his clothes and finishing assignments in your pastime. May was more than happy with your unseen companionship and your presence filling his bedroom; just as long as her nephew came back intact, everything was fine.

Of course, your place of residence was New York City. Anything was possible. And blizzards, in January, were more than likely. The winds were blistering, and you could feel the chill seeping through Peter’s sealed window. Even with the heat on, you felt the shivers shake your figure in the protection of Peter’s hoodie.

Before you knew it, the window opened, revealing your frostbitten boyfriend and his shaking–superhero boots. He’s all shiver–me–timbers and frigid and smiles. The sight of his smile after he takes off his mask momentarily warms the cold air bleeding in through the window, but as the winds howls louder, your trembling intensified.

You stood from your his chair, helping him inside without dragging in the snow. “Jesus, babe!” The words came out as a gasp, “You’re freezing..” You could’ve told him that his shoulders felt cold as ice through his suit, or warned him about the snowflakes freckling the shape of his curls, but you mentally argued against it. Instead, you pulled him in with a bit more urgency than before, and hastily shut the window.

And he just stood there, watching, grinning. You could tell he felt taken care of, and you hadn’t even gotten started yet. His dopey grin was something contagious, and instantly spread itself across your cheeks. You kissed his frosty nose, lacing the warmth of your fingers through the icicles of his. “C’mon, Pete, I don’t want you catching a cold.” You spoke gently, tugging him towards his closet for a change of clothes.

There was no need to address the newest drapes of purple under his eyes, or the shadows of extra crinkles and stress lines scribbling themselves on his forehead. There were no words necessary for you to pry on just how sobering the patrol truly got. It was an unspoken acknowledgement. An acknowledgement you addressed in the seconds added to the length of your hugs, and the extra kisses you’d dress his face with.

If Peter ever started the conversation, that was his decision. And when he did, you were there to listen. You were always there to support him, however he needed. Like right now, as you helped him change into warmer clothes.

He’d put on a pair of gray sweatpants, and you helped him wiggle his way into a band tee, then added the extra layer of a hoodie on top of it. Immediately afterwards, you cupped your hands over his and breathed into them, trying to gift him back some of the warmth he always provided you. And he just stood there, watching. He smiled a smile of sickly sweetness and sunshine. It was laced with a familiar glisten. A glistening of admiration.

“I love you.” He lulled, appreciatively. Peter’s figure melted towards yours, still shaking from the cold, but relaxing in your touch. His forehead rested against yours, smiling at you with his famous smile of peace and security. “I love how you take care of me. And, God..” The last word nagged on his breath so adamantly, his eyes rolled lightly with it. “I missed you.”

His lips traced a thousand words into your knuckles as he kissed them, pulling you in and holding you like it’d be the last time he’d ever be allowed to. He held you like it was his purpose, like it answered all of the questions he’d been dying to ask. His biceps against your own and fingers pressed to your back, his legs intertwined between yours as two of you took rocky steps in the stumbled direction of his bed.

The embrace wasn’t worth releasing to attempt at a safe venture to Peter’s mattress. Besides, he trusted his spidey–sense to alert him if he were about to take a tumble.

Laid and nuzzled together and husked into the warmth of his bed, you both released the weight that had been perched on your shoulders. All the crates of stress and homework and saving citizens and the outside world just beyond the walls of Peter’s bedroom suddenly vanished. All that was left was the hushed sound of Peter’s heart pressing to his chest and the faint chorus of your breaths whisked with the air.

Your fingers had a habit of drawing little shapes along the length of Peter’s body while you cuddled; tracing lines down his arm, writing out indescribable paragraphs of all that he meant to you with the tips of your fingers. He welcomed the notion by pressing kisses to your hairline and murmuring tongues of praises and appreciation into the space between you.

Body to body, huddled together, you knew there was no other place you wanted to be. Cuddled with your boyfriend was heaven; it was perfection, comfort and safe haven and eternity and shelter. Most importantly, it was yours. And no one could take it away from you.

Truly, you couldn’t think of anything better.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Reader surprising Henry Cavill with new jumpers/ hoodies for him to wear just for her to steal them later on since she loves to wear them with his smell/ stretch❤️🫶🏻

What's Yours is Mine

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You got him new clothes but ended up stealing them

Warning: Fluff, spanking, implied smut

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You can't help but feel excited for your girls day out. You enter the bustling mall with Emily, your best friend, who is also on the hunt for some new stuff for her husband. You know that Henry hates shopping and he could definitely use some new loungewear, so now you're on a mission to find him some good stuff. "He hates shopping. That is the one and probably the only thing that annoys me." You said laughing as Emily agreed. "Same. Max's the same." She said as you two swiftly entered a store.

As you head towards the men's section, your eyes light up at the sight of the adorable hoodies, tees, and pajama sets on display. You can't wait to pick out some cozy clothes for Henry to wear at home, and lowkey also for yourself. You loved wearing his clothes, they were so comfy and most of all they smelled like him. It was as if his clothes were a safety blanket around you. Emily's eyes meet yours and she knows exactly what you're thinking. "Let's find some cute stuff for our men!" she exclaims, and you can't help but grin. You both start rifling through the racks, pulling out different items and holding them up to each other for approval.

"Oh, this would look so good on Henry!" you say excitedly as you hold up a soft gray hoodie. Emily nods in agreement and starts to look for a matching pair of sweatpants. You couldn't help but hold the hoodie up on yourself, to see if it'll look cute on you, and well it did.

"Hey, what about this?" Emily interrupts your thoughts, holding up a navy blue pajama set. You nod in approval and add it to the growing pile of clothes in your baskets. God, you would need a lot of arm strength to carry these bags. This is probably a reason why you liked when Henry came along. It saved you a lot of manpower. Before you know it, you've spent hours in the mall, laughing and chatting with Emily as you pick out the perfect items for your significant others, and also a lot of stuff for each other. You can't wait to see the look on Henry's face when he sees all the new stuff you'd picked out, especially the lingerie and some real naughty stuff from the new adult shop next to it.

"Thanks for coming shopping with me, Em. I had so much fun!" you say, as you exit the mall with your purchases, a little sweaty and out of breath by carrying all these bags. You thanked the guard who helped you both out. "Anytime, girl! See you on Saturday." she replies with a smile. You and Henry decided to invite his brothers and wives and some friends over to watch the big game.

As you drive off, you can't wait but be excited to show Henry all the new things you've picked. You were also very excited to see the look on his face when he realizes how much thought and effort you've put into his new wardrobe. His clothes had to be a certain perfect way, which is why he hated to shop.

As you pull up to your house, you see Henry standing outside, leaning against the wall with a big grin on his face. You roll your eyes at him playfully, knowing he's waiting outside to help you with your shopping or probably he was just happy to see you. He chuckles and walks over to the car, helping you out. "Hello my love" he said as he pulled you in a deep kiss. "Mmm hi there baby" you say and look at him playfully. "You don't have to always wait for me outside every time I come back from my shopping spree. You know I can handle it on my own right?" You say as he opens the boot and sees the number of bags and then looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Sure" he said cockily, taking some of the bags from you and placing them on the ground, and you rolled your eyes.

"So.. did you have fun shopping with Emily?" he asks, his eyes lighting up as he looks at you, finally setting your bags aside and taking you in the house. You smile and nod, feeling relieved to be home after a long day of shopping. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. We got a lot of great stuff, and I even picked up some things for you too," you say, winking at him. He grins even wider at this, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "I knew there was a reason I loved you," he teases, making you roll your eyes again.

You sit down on the couch, and he disappears for a moment before coming back with a glass of water and a plate of snack. You looked at him and couldn't help but smile. "Awe thank you honey. See there's a reason I love you more" you say teasing as he chuckles. Although you were very grateful for his thoughtfulness. After you freshen up, he pulls you in his arms and then helps you out of your clothes, and you slip into one of his T-shirts, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. It's always been one of your favorite things to do after a long day of shopping, changing into something comfortable and relaxing, that is changing into his clothes, and cuddle up to him. As he sits behind you on the bed, you feel him gently massaging your shoulders and ankles, his fingers working their magic and easing away any tension. "Mm I am lucky to have you." You say relaxing with the mouthful of snacks. He chuckles "I know baby, I am the best" he adds. "You are!" You say as you put a small piece of cracker in his mouth. You let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling your body finally start to relax after a long day.

"Mm tell me babay, what all did you do today?" He asked gently kissing your temple while still working his fingers in you. "I got some bags, dresses, some new lingerie sets, a pair sunglasses, and oh I even got a new dress for brunch with your family and friends next week!" You exclaimed, grinning at Henry. "You know how much I love impressing them." Henry chuckled, pulling you into his lap further and beginning to massage your ankles. "I know, baby. And I can't wait to see you in it. But you mentioned something else just now, didn't you?" He asked intently looking at you. You giggled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Oh, just a little something I picked up for myself, especially after you ruined the last few pairs" you teased remembering the wild times, as he just smirked. His eyes lit up with excitement as he smirked more. "For yourself? You know how much I love it when you wear lingerie for me baby. Why don't you get up and try them on for me" he said, kissing your shoulder. Normally, he wouldn't be as enthusiastic about seeing what you got, but when it comes to the naughty stuff, he's always game. You blushed but couldn't help feeling a little thrill of excitement at the thought of modelling the new lingerie for him. "Maybe later," you said, playfully hitting him on the arm as you hide your face in his chest, but then remembers what else you bought.

"But wait, there's more!" you exclaimed like a child, almost clapping your hands together, eager to share your other big purchase with him. "I also shopped for you, babe. I picked out some cute hoodies, tees, sweatshirts and pajama sets for you." You grinned at him proudly. He looked at you more intrigued by your reaction, than the idea of new stuff. "For me? Wow baby thank you, you know how much I hate shopping. You're the best girlfriend ever," he said, pulling you into a swift kiss. He could care less about the clothes you got him, but he lived for the excitement and sense of achievement in your eyes every time you got him something.

You grinned, feeling elated and so proud, seeing him excited. "I know. That's why I had to do it for you. And who knows, maybe next time you'll actually want to learn some shopping tricks and tips from me, and come along?" You teased him as you looked up at him. He chuckled, giving you a soft kiss. "I hate shopping, but maybe I'll attend your masterclass someday, although I don't see that happening soon." He playfully teases back pointing at all the bags you got today.

Finally you both settle in for the evening, cuddled up together on the bed, sipping wine, and watching another murder mystery. You can't help but feel grateful for this wonderful man and the beautiful life you've built together.

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Today is the game day and you have already woken up early, taken a shower and are now working in the kitchen, preparing for the big meal. Henry was being a little lazy, plus he was gonna take out the barbecue later, so you don't have to go all out. All his brothers were huge foodies, and game days like this meant having a lot of food on the table. You are in the middle of cooking some sauce when you hear Henry's voice calling out for you. "I can't hear you Cavill. Come down!" You said as you kept chopping up some strawberries. You turn down the heat. Henry has just gotten out of the shower and was frustratedly standing in his closet in just his towel. He rolled his eyes when you called him downstairs, but obliged anyway. He stood there in the door frame, just in his towel, looking at you humming your favourite song, chopping some strawberries, and wait. His attention went to what you were wearing. He couldn't help but bite his lip and smile seeing you in the same hoodie he was looking for.

"What?" you ask, looking up at him a little awestruck, because of his nakedness, as he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "I couldn't find that new blue hoodie you got me, have you possibly seen it anywhere?" he says, with a teasing voice and looks at you. You look down at yourself and realize that you're wearing the very same hoodie he's talking about. You can't help but laugh at the irony of the situation.

"Well, wear something else." you simply tell him but he is still giving you that cocky look. "What?" you say a little annoyed and not wanting to meet his gaze, he chuckles at you smiling at how you were acting so coy.

"You shop for me, but you end up wearing my clothes?" he says, shaking his head in amusement. "Yes, because what's yours is mine, because you're mine." You say sticking your tongue out at him playfully, knowing that he loves seeing you in his clothes, and was just playing around. He chuckled and made his way to you wrapping his arms around you from behind. He loved how they hung off your frame, how they were big enough to cover your curves. He loved how you never wore anything underneath, which he found incredibly sexy. He loved how the sleeves covered all the way up to your knuckles.

He cocks an eyebrow at you and steps closer, pulling you further into his arms. "You know, with that logic, I would like to take it back because you're mine too? Plus didn't you already buy a dress for today?" he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chuckles at the look you give him.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, I did. But this is comfy." You pout and then look at him with squinted eyes. "Fine, I will take it off, and be naked in front of your friends and family. I don't mind that." You threaten him playfully motioning to take it off, but he grabs you by the waist and gently spanks you on the butt, making you squeal in surprise. "Tut tut tut, you're a very naughty girl you know that?" He said lifting the hoodie and spanking you one more time, and then leans down and captures your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"I think you need to pay for wearing my clothes without permission" he says, a playful tone in his voice, but you can see his eyes getting dark with lust. You raise an eyebrow, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach at the prospect of what's about to come. "And how do you suggest I do that?" He grins and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and spanks you one more time. "I think I have a few ideas," he says as he carries you back to the bedroom, his towel threatening to come undone with every step.

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A/N: I hope you liked it. Please share more requests.

[her-favorite]

madison wearing gray sweatpants around the house like it doesn’t do things to you 😭 also i love the matt & madison fic ml <33

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YEYSYEYYSYEY AND THANK YOU SM SWEETHEART :(( 🫶🏻

the way that they hang on her hips always beckons your attention, unable to stop looking at her (as if you can anyway). once madison notices, she chuckles. “what’re you staring at?”

the only response she got is you looking from her eyes to her sweats. your girlfriend realizes as a smile curls on her lips, rolling her hazel eyes.

“you get worked up so easily.”

[pttwice]

omgg littleautistic!hyo has been in my mind as well 😭 i imagine her having non-verbal days where she just communicates with her happy screams😞💕

it's cute until someone in the dorm is trying to sleep... it's almost impossible to get to sleep with hyo being THAT loud

but they still love her🫶

you get me, anon! 💚 littleautistic!hyo is such a sweetheart and definitely very loud. i can’t resist so here are some more hcs!

more little autistic!jihyo hcs

little autistic!jihyo can be very loud because she has a little trouble regulating her voice

her mamas have come up with a system that works at home and whenever they're in public if she's being a little too loud. they'll gently tap her arm twice so hyo knows to lower her voice a little bit

hyo usually does well with this system and listens to her mamas talk for a second before trying her best to match the volume of their voices

this system is especially important in the dorm or backstage whenever the members are asleep, but hyo has a lot of energy and wants to talk about her special interests

as mentioned in the little blurb about little autistic!jihyo, she absolutely hates pants. the texture and the material of most pants and even many shorts tend to overstimulate her

hyo has two pairs of sweatpants, one pink and one gray, that she can wear if she absolutely has to wear pants. she also has a pair of soft yellow shorts

her mamas have only been able to find one pair of jeans that she's willing to wear, so they have six pairs of the same type of jeans

skirts are a big no in hyo's book since they're always too tight around her waist and the material is always too itchy

dresses are about the same as pants. if she doesn't have to wear them, she won't. if she does have to wear them, then they have to be a light and soft material

little autistic!jihyo loves loves loves watching golf and talking about golf

to the other members, golf is one of the most boring sports on earth, but it's one of hyo's special interests and she could watch it for hours on end if her mamas let her

whenever hyo gets to actually play golf, she gets super excited. she has to wear ear plugs usually since the sound of the golf clubs hitting the balls is too loud as well as the golf carts driving around, but it's one of her favorite things to do

golf is also a quieter sport so it's much easier for hyo to enjoy and actually have fun playing

hyo doesn't like reading novels or books because she loses focus if there are no pictures to look at, so she reads webtoons

she even stayed up one night reading webtoons and even though she got through a quite few of them, her mamas didn't let her do it again because she was in an awful mood for the rest of the day

if hyo wakes up very overstimulated, those are usually her non-verbal days

her mamas and the members know to always have a pad of paper and a pen with them in case they can't tell right away what she's trying to tell them

on days like this if hyo gets really excited or even more overwhelmed and overstimulated, she'll scream

over time, her mamas have learned to tell the difference between a happy and excited hyo scream from an overstimulated and close to a meltdown hyo scream

her happy and excited screams can be pretty loud, but they eventually turn into a fit of giggles that make it worth it to listen to her screaming for a few seconds

hyo's favorite way to stim is with her weighted stuffed unicorn. she'll either bite or suck on the horn of the unicorn and squish its feet to relax herself

if hyo wants to put the unicorn on her face or her chest, her mamas know that she's understimulated and needs her weighted blanket as well as her unicorn

that is all i have for now but be on the lookout for a littleautistic!hyo fic in the future 💚

[callsign-magnolia]

for the made-up fic title

'All Alone With You'

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So I actually had 2 ideas for this! One if fluff, one is angst!

Fluff (This could be seen as Mags & Rooster): Being in my husband's arms was the most peaceful feeling in the world to me. We came home from work and immediately showered together before curling up on the couch. "We work together, and I feel like I've barely seen you today." Bradley said as his nose rubbed mine. One of his large hands played with my hair as the other rubbed my side. My own hands rested on his neck and rubbed his bare back. "Every time I came to see you, there was someone in your office." I said, pouting slightly. He chuckled, kissing me softly before resting his forehead on mine. "And every time I came to your office, you were gone. But that's okay, because it's Friday night and I have you all to myself." He said before pulling me impossibly closer, the scent of his skin invading my senses and giving me a sense of peace I knew I'd never get anywhere else.

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Angst (Potential epilogue for In The Dark Of The Night): "Well, I guess it's time we get going." Luke said as he stood from the couch with his wife, Maria. "Well, it was good to have you over, man. We'll have to get together again sometime." Bradley said as he stood, shaking his hand. "Definitely, we're actually doing a barbecue next weekend. You two should come by." He said, pointing between Rooster and I. "We will." With that, we walked them to the door and said our final goodbyes before they walked out, me locking the door behind them. "Dinner was great, baby." Bradley said, pulling me close and kissing the side of my head. "Thank you, I'm glad you liked it." I said. We both walked into the dining room, grabbing plates and dishes to wash. Once the dining room was clean and I finished the dishes, Bradley came back in, turning me around and pulling me close. Disgust ran up my spine as he pulled me against his bare torso, his erection pressing against my lower stomach through his gray sweatpants. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, if only to keep him from getting angry. His own hands roamed my back and my butt over my jeans. He groaned, burying his face in my neck. "Finally, I have you all to myself." He whispered, his lips pressing against my neck just under my ear. I gasped in response, and it took everything in me to keep from shivering in revulsion. If only I had seen some signs, maybe, just maybe Jake and Natasha would be alive and I wouldn't be here. "I love you, baby." He whispered to me. I stayed quiet for a minute as tears fell from my eyes. "I love you too, honey."