#//i couldn't NOT respond to this 😘😘😘

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continued from here . . . with @tewwor!

Given the type of occupation he runs with, it's not uncommon to find himself in tight situations. It's just that he doesn't make it a habit to use kissing as a means of escape. Don't get him wrong — he's very keen on the idea. Thinks Jiwon's a friggin' genius, actually. The slightest hesitation stems from the squirming mess that's punting the shit out of his heart. He's so in tune with his emotions ( prides himself in it ), but this shit's straight out of a YA novel and they're the main protags. One part of him is nervous with anticipation, and the other's screaming not to make a huge fuss. It's just a singular kiss, brocipher. "Dude— thought you'd never ask." Nailed it — internal high-fives all around. He leans in, uses both hands to cup Jiwon's face. Then, at a moderate speed ( he hopes ), kisses him sound on the lips. Deep, but not too deep, like he really means it ( he does, actually ).

jiwon loves that ravi wears his heart on his sleeve—embroidered with bright, glow-in-the-dark thread and surrounded by christmas lights. that kind of sincerity is unusual to jiwon. dance taught him to mask every ounce of effort with a portrait of serenity, to keep hidden the years of blood, sweat, bruises, breaks, and tears. the audience isn't meant to see any sort of struggle when he performs. if they do, then jiwon simply isn't dancing correctly.

so when ravi agrees almost too eagerly, jiwon feels a rush of white-hot affection flood his lungs. their lips meet, finally, and jiwon can't stop himself from smiling. he has to tip-toe to wind his arms around ravi's shoulders, then tugs him just a small way closer, just enough to comfortably get his feet back on the ground. it feels like the fairy tales he used to dream of. a true princess diaries moment, complete with the essential foot pop.

no one's walking towards them—hardly anyone is even looking in their direction—but jiwon isn't about to stop so soon. he doesn't half-ass dance; he definitely isn't going to settle for a subpar kiss. (if he enjoys this a little more than he should, no one needs to know that except him and ravi.)

"i think you should kiss me some more."

[heavyhitterheaux]

Wife and Mother To Be

Synopsis: While you and Joe are shopping for a friend's baby shower, he has a realization about his future with you.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by @hoodharlow 😘💕

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Standing in the baby section of Target and holding up two different onesies to compare them, your phone started to vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. Placing one of them across your arm, you pulled your phone out to answer it and was greeted by a frantic boyfriend.

“Baby! Where did you run off to this time? You said we were coming in here for toothpaste and face masks. Next thing I know, I turn around and my girlfriend is missing! Are you at Starbucks again?! You ALWAYS do this when we come in here.” You heard your boyfriend say as you picked up and didn't wait for a proper greeting.

“You were literally standing there for fifteen minutes comparing different ones so I walked away. I'm in the baby section looking at clothes. And no, I already went to Starbucks and my drink is gone so I'll need to make another stop before we leave.”

“No, no, and no. I am literally taking you to lunch so no more stops and wait a minute, why are you in the baby section? Is there something you need to tell me?” Joe asked and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“For Gabby! Her baby shower is tomorrow, remember? Just come over here and help me pick things out for her.”

“Oh, right. Be right there, I'm walking over now.”

It was another two minutes when you saw Joe coming towards you and he greeted you by placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Wait a minute, why do you have a cart? We got a basket when we came in here. What did you plan on buying her? The entire section? Am I paying for this?”

“Joseph, will you relax!? I'm just getting her a few things and then we can go eat. Now what do you think about these?” You asked as you held up the same two onesies to show him.

“Hmm, what is she having again?” Joe asked as he was looking at both of them.

“A girl, Joe. Both of these are pink.”

“So? What's your point? I wear pink too.”

“But not something that says princess on it!” You responded to him as you laughed.

“At least not yet anyway and I like both of them.”

“Okay good. Both it is and I’m ignoring you.”

“I should ignore you for leaving me by myself.”

“Oh, that's right. I forgot that you need supervision all the time.”

“No, that's you. I'm a responsible adult. You're the one who comes in here for one thing when you tell me you'll be back in twenty minutes but an hour goes by and you're nowhere to be found.”

“And you use whatever I bring back home so you benefit from it so I don’t want to hear it.” You told him with a smirk and now it was Joe’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Come on and help me. Sooner we finish, the sooner we get food and go home.” You told him and he quickly agreed as he started browsing the baby toys.

Before you knew it, another thirty minutes had passed by and the two of you had a cart full of different things for Gabby. You were satisfied with how much you had gotten, but Joe was still browsing.

“Babe, come on. This should be enough.” You told him as you came up behind and wrapped your arms around him as he was now comparing two different diaper brands and you suddenly got a flashback to the toothpaste situation.

“You can never have enough diapers though, right?”

“Sweetheart, we got her four packs already.”

“Yeah, but are those really the best ones? I think that these might be better in case she has a blow out. My nephew did that to me and I still have PTSD. Therapy was needed after that.” Joe told you as he put the other diapers back and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“Not funny, babe. I didn't realize how much shit could come out of someone so little.”

“It is funny, Joseph and I wish I was there to be able to see your face when it happened.”

“Keep going and I'm not feeding you.” Joe told you as he put the diapers you had gotten in the cart back and replaced them with the brand that he wanted.

“But, I need energy in order to ride you later.” You replied and Joe immediately turned a bright shade of red as you began to laugh.

“BABE!”

“What? What'd I say?”

“You know what you said. Come on so we can go.”

Later on that night you were sitting on the middle of the floor in your shared bedroom with Joe when he walked in to see what you were doing.

“You run away from me in Target and at home. Did I do something?” Joe playfully asked as he sat across from you and began to help you wrap the gifts for Gabby.

“Nothing at all, Joey. Doing this so I can spend the rest of the night cuddling my amazing boyfriend whom I love to the moon and back.”

“Just the moon, not further?”

“Well we aren't going to the sun unless we want to burn to a crisp so yeah the moon.”

“I'll take it.”

You were folding the onesies when Joe was simply admiring you. Before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.

“When are we going to have one?” He asked and your mouth instantly hit the floor, but you tried to compose yourself.

“Um, have a what?” You asked clearly flustered and Joe simply laughed.

“You know what I mean.” Joe responded as he pulled you to sit in his lap as he kissed the top of your head while his arms wrapped around you.

“You want a baby? With me?” You asked with your voice dripping with uncertainty.

“I want everything with you. I thought that much was obvious. And not just one baby, multiple.” He answered and you turned around to look at him.

“You're serious?”

“I love you and I'm as serious as a heart attack.”

“Well you low key just gave me one.” You muttered against his chest and he laughed.

“Don't you want that with me?”

“Of course I do. I want nothing more than to make it a reality. I just didn't really know how to tell you or if you were ready. I mean you are literally at the peak of your career.”

“Baby, you can tell me anything and everything. You know that. And so what? If this is something that we both want, we're going to make it work.”

“You're not messing with me?”

“Now, why would I do that? I want to make you my wife too whenever that time comes. Mrs. Sheisty has a nice ring to it, don't you think?”

Now it was your turn to shy away and hide in his chest and all he did was laugh.

“In that case, I can't wait for you and our daughter to have matching pink outfits.”

“Oh, so you want a girl first?”

“Of course, girls run the world and she is going to have you wrapped around her little finger just like I do now.” You told him as you poked his nose.

“If that's the case, you want to get started? I heard that making the baby is the fun part.”

[makeyoumine69]

Hi Lexi! I have to say that I wasn't even into Patrick Bateman before I started reading your works, but now I'm completely hooked! If you would allow me to ask you one small thing, I would be so happy! Could you please write some spicy somnophilia with Patrick? Excuse me my English! It's not my native language! Anyway, I hope you're in high spirits and wish you all the best! Keep cooking, Queen!😘

In The Air Tonight

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x fem!Reader

CW: Smut, somnophilia, orgasm denial (kinda), mutual hand job, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking, finger sucking, dirty talk, pet names, touch starved Patrick.

SONG REC: Phil Collins — In The Air Tonight

A/N: Hello my dear anon! Thank you so much for all the kind words, I really appreciate them! I hope you'll enjoy this little writing.

That night, after an unpleasant conversation with Bateman that bordered on an argument, you couldn't really sleep. And the fact that he was gone, leaving you alone in his lavish apartment, didn't help, but you managed to convince yourself that you wouldn't stay up late waiting for him to return. Even if he didn't get back until morning, you wouldn't care—or at least you forced yourself to believe that you wouldn't. Eventually you fell asleep with a smile on your face, dreaming about how Patrick would try to justify where he had been all night.

The fresh night breeze sipping through the bedroom blinds tickled your exposed skin as you slept uncovered, and while Bateman always had to put a blanket on you every night, tonight you slept alone and his big bed seemed so strangely cold. A soft, barely audible click echoed through the hallway as someone unlocked the front door, and the next moment the owner of the apartment crossed the threshold, moving as subtly as a cat—you didn't have a chance to notice his presence.

With slow, precise steps, Patrick walked past the living room, only to stop in the doorway to his bedroom to see your motionless, sleeping form; his hazel eyes took in the sight of the beautiful curve of your hips, and then, as you suddenly rolled onto your stomach, your ass was on full display for him to admire, and the man couldn't help but gasp, his hands instinctively fixing his red tie, which he then had to loosen.

Just when he thought he had the situation under control, you made a small, sexy sound that was something between a moan and a sigh, and even though it was quiet, Bateman still managed to hear it, and he was not very happy about it.

Cursing to himself, he pulled himself away from the doorjamb, brushing his hair back, not even noticing that his free hand was already busy undoing his clothes. First Patrick unbuttoned his navy blue shirt, the cotton material smooth under his fingertips, then he moved closer to the bed, kneeling down on it with precise caution, because he didn't want to wake you. Not yet.

Hugging the pillow, you were completely unaware of what was happening, even as the man lay next to you and his large palm slid down your cheek, you only sighed in response, almost nudging into his touch.

"God, you look so sweet like that," Bateman crooned, continuing to caress your face, his thumb sliding gently down to your lips, tracing their outline. "So peaceful."

Sniffing sleepily, you suddenly felt a lingering touch slide down your spine as you rolled onto your side. Then the touch became more deliberate and demanding, descending to your lower back, then to the hem of your nightgown, only to lift it up and spread your legs, teasing your delicate pussy lips. Half awake, you stifled a moan from the knotting sensation that was pooling down your lower body, Patrick's thumb flicking around your sensitive little bud feeling almost electric. The man couldn't hide his excitement at the way your body was responding even though you were unconscious, that notion made his cock twitch and spurred him to unzip his Armani pants in one impatient motion.

"Patrick," you murmured suddenly, still half asleep. "Is that you? You…came back?"

Bateman chuckled with amusement. "Of course it's me," he chanted in response, and before you could even react, the man grabbed your hand and placed it on his engorged dick, forcing you to stroke it. "Who else could it be? Were you thinking of someone else, darling?" His question caught you off guard, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his soft finger pads playing with your swollen clit.

Without really caring if you answered, Patrick repositioned his thumb, plunging it into your mouth to slide it along your wet tongue, making you taste yourself. Whimpering around his finger, you let him use your hand the way he wanted, the friction of his thick cock along the soft skin of your palm driving him crazy, but he tried his best to prolong this moment before he could finally fuck you senseless.

"Just you…" you bubbled breathlessly after licking his thumb. "All I could think about… was you… how I was going to slap your face when you got back!"

Bateman felt the warmth grow between his legs as he pressed his hard cock firmly against your soaking cunt, grinding it between your thighs, he could feel your legs tense under the silky fabric of your nightgown. "You can try," his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, his veiny shaft sliding back and forth between your soaped pussy lips, its tip teasing your clit with each slow stroke. "But first… I'm going to fuck you."

Never waiting for any kind of confirmation or consent, Bateman slammed his cock into you with a powerful, brutal thrust, burying himself deep inside your blushing cleft. The man let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your tightness envelop him, his fingers digging harder into your waist.

"Fuck… so tight…" his voice was strained with lust as he immediately began to move, thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock stretching your inner walls painfully. "I missed this."

The only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bed and the wet, slick sound of Patrick's cock driving in and out of you; his breaths came in ragged gasps as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, his fingers squeezing your hips tighter and tighter, enough to leave bruises.

At one point you had to grab the pillow for support, but Bateman had other plans, his large palms finding yours so quickly. Without any resistance from your side, the man pinned your wrists to the bed with one hand, the smooth metal of his Rolex sliding along your hot skin.

"I…" you hiccupped as he suddenly rolled his hips against yours, the curve of his dick hitting all the right spots inside of you, coaxing your pussy to clench around him. "I'm gonna cum."

To your surprise, instead of saying something mocking or taunting, Bateman just briefly nibbled your craned neck, picking up the pace, holding you as close as he could. When you closed your eyes, you were literally melting in his arms, at his mercy, your body was like the musical instrument, and he was the perfect musician, knowing exactly where to push and pull.

"Patrick…mhm…s-so close!" You instinctively tried to free your hands as you couldn't really control your body, but he held you too tightly. "So…fucking close!"

Hearing your desperate moans, the man stopped moving. "Hang on," he whispered suddenly, pulling out of you, leaving you empty and teetering on the edge, but never really falling over. "I have a better idea."

With that, Patrick shifted his position to kneel on the bed, the moonlight outlining his chiseled frame, leaving shadows on the wall that made him look even more mysterious. But you didn't really have time to admire this scene as he positioned you on all fours, his strong hands already wrapped around your waist.

"'C'mon, honey," the man husked, brushing his messy bangs from his sweaty forehead. "I wanna see you fucking yourself on my dick," he kneaded your ass gently, almost lovingly, before delivering a hard slap. "Use my cock darling, don't be shy."

The way he talked, the way he groped every little curve of your body, it was intoxicating, it was overwhelming, you were literally afraid to pass out at any second if he continued to torture you like this.

"God, you're such an asshole, Bateman," you scoffed before letting out a loud whimper as your bodies connected again, but this angel struck differently, forcing your inner channel to encase his dick like a tight glove. "Fuck…" you cursed again, rocking back and forth, his dick thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt so deliciously you swore you could see stars before your eyes. "You…I h-hate you!"

Grinning, Patrick pulled up the hem of your nightgown and left it folded at your waist, wanting to have the full picture of the way you were taking him. Every jiggle of your ass, your pussy so wet and stretched out to accommodate his huge size. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect, but he couldn't allow himself to admit it.

"Faster," Bateman moaned through clenched teeth, clasping his hands behind the back of his head and bucking his hips against yours. "Damn...you moan like a bitch in the heat...and your voice sounds so fucking cute when you curse like that."

No way you would respond to his cheesy provocations. Not now, when you were so close to your exquisite orgasm. This bastard could say whatever he wanted, you wouldn't even mind him being arrogant about his "magical" ability to make you cum so quickly. You didn't care because in the end you would be satisfied.

The obscene, almost grotesque sound of flesh slapping against flesh was hypnotic, your labored panting and his low groaning, your "sweet" curses mixing with his little praises. When you finally let yourself go and put your hand between your legs to rub your feverish clit, you almost bite the pillow under your sweaty body. This delirious sensation, rippling through every little part of your body, setting every nerve ending on fire—well, for that you could even forgive Patrick for being a dork.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and my amazing co-writer @iron-flavored-lipgloss and turn on notifications to know when we update!

[rainandandy]

could you pls do some rainxfem!reader pls?? There is a serious lack of rain fics on this app and I need more😭😭 just some HC’s, fluff, angst, nsfw, love it all. Take it and bby😘

(btw LOVE your work, ur keeping me alive rn)

Thank you for the ask!😘 I will have more Rain Carradine X FemReader coming! Hope you like this

Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Reader

Word Count: 1027

Life on Jackson's Star was a gritty mix of endless work and fleeting moments of reprieve, where the dusty, metallic corridors echoed with the clanking of machinery and the chatter of miners. Amidst this stark backdrop, your relationship with Rain Carradine blossomed into something that felt almost out of place with its warmth and genuineness.

Rain was strong, capable, and fiercely protective, not just of her synthetic brother Andy but of you as well. Her friendship with Tyler, her former partner and a prominent figure in the mining crew, had initially seemed unremarkable to you. However, as time went on, their easy camaraderie began to gnaw at you, the seeds of jealousy sprouting unchecked.

You'd watch them during breaks, sharing jokes and reminiscing about past missions, their laughter a stark contrast to the usual din of the miners’ mess hall. The more you observed, the more your imagination painted pictures of a past perhaps better left behind, stirring a restlessness within you that you couldn't shake off.

One evening, compelled by a mix of curiosity and unsettling thoughts, you approached Andy. Despite his challenges with speech and the obvious difficulties his synthetic nature sometimes posed in social settings, Andy had a way of understanding human emotions, perhaps better than most humans themselves.

"Andy," you started, hesitating as you chose your words carefully, "did Rain and Tyler... were they together? Like, before?"

Andy's eyes, always so expressive despite the rest of his face remaining eerily impassive, flickered with something that might have been discomfort. "Yes," he stuttered, his voice mechanical yet tinged with a hint of warmth. "But it was a long time ago. Things change."

His confirmation hit harder than expected. You tried to laugh it off, to dismiss the tightening in your chest as just a silly overreaction. "Thanks, Andy. Just curious, you know?"

But curiosity wasn't easily sated. At the next community gathering in the recreation hall—a rare moment of leisure on the harsh mining planet—you spotted Kay, Tyler's vivacious sister, and decided on a reckless course of action. Flirting with Kay, you hoped, might just give you the answers you needed, or at least draw some kind of reaction out of Rain.

Kay, with her easy smile and flirtatious demeanor, was a willing participant in your charade. You laughed at her jokes, touched her arm lightly, and played the part of someone smitten. From the corner of your eye, you could see Rain watching, her expression unreadable.

Later, as you and Rain walked back to your quarters along the dimly lit paths of the colony, she broke the silence. "Seems like you and Kay were getting along well tonight," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something else—was it amusement? Concern?

You bristled, defensive and still wound up from your own concocted drama. "What about you and Tyler? Seems like old times, huh?"

Rain stopped walking, turning to face you under the faint glow of the overhead lamps. Her laugh, when it came, was genuine and full of warmth. "Are you jealous?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours.

As Rain's question hung in the air between you, a cool breeze whistled through the narrow passages of Jackson's Star, stirring the dust around your feet. "Are you jealous?" she repeated, her voice a gentle tease that echoed slightly off the metal walls surrounding you.

Caught off guard by her directness and the earnest look in her eyes, your initial reaction was to deflect, but the sincerity in her gaze held you in place. Before you could respond, Rain stepped closer, closing the small gap that the conversation had widened between you. Her hands reached up, resting lightly on your cheeks, her touch sending a familiar warmth through you that contrasted sharply with the chill of the evening.

With a tenderness that always seemed at odds with the harsh environment of the mining colony, Rain leaned in. Her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if giving you room to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it, your hands moving to encircle her waist and pull her closer.

Rain responded in kind, her movements confident, her lips pressing more firmly against yours. The kiss grew from tender to fervent, a mingling of relief and passion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of deep connections and unspoken promises, a reassurance of her feelings amid the whirlwind of doubts that had clouded your mind.

The world around you seemed to quiet, the usual hum of the colony fading into a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment. Rain's kiss chased away the shadows of jealousy, filling the spaces with an affirming warmth that seeped deep into your bones.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and a little dazed, Rain’s smile was radiant under the sparse light of the colony’s lamps. "I mean it," she said, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. "It’s always been you."

In that moment, with Rain’s affirmation still tingling on your lips, the earlier tension dissolved, leaving a clarity that brightened the dark paths of Jackson's Star. Her laughter, light and freeing, bubbled up between you, and you couldn't help but laugh with her, the sound mingling with the night air.

The path back to your quarters was filled with a comfortable silence, the type that comes when no words are necessary to fill the space between two people. Rain’s hand in yours felt like a vow, a silent promise that no misunderstanding could break the bond you shared.

As Andy turned to give you both a subtle thumbs up before heading off to give you some privacy, you realized how deeply integrated into your life Rain had become. Her presence was a constant source of strength and comfort, just as you hoped to be for her.

Your journey together on Jackson's Star might be filled with challenges, but moments like these, stolen under the artificial stars of the colony, reminded you that as long as you were together, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

[vamossainz55]

hi, nik! fellow carlos enthusiast here hoping you could write a kiss to shut him up. he’s come home from the gym (post sweaty thirst trap selfie) and is venting about pierre. reader smooches him to stop, reassuring him that he could never do wrong in her eyes 🤫😘

a/n: hi anon, i love love loved writing this. carlos doesn't necessarily vent but reader does smooch him to shut him up. slight jealous carlos, i couldn't help myself sorry. i hope you enjoy <3

(+ insta au at the end w the infamous photo)

let's sweat it out, - cs55

it started as a joke, and it wasn’t meant to be taken as anything beyond that. you didn’t think he’d take it too seriously either as his ‘pobrecito’ comment hinted that the spanish driver hadn’t even taken pierre’s comment to heart. but here you were, watching carlos putting on his shoes on with his back turned towards you.

five years of being together meant you didn’t need to look at carlos’ face to know he’s not in the best mood. you can tell by the way he tightens his shoelaces, the little huff he lets out before he gets up.

“amor,” you say, rolling your eyes when he responds with dime before saying your name. he always did this when he was annoyed, refusing to use any pet name.

“i was joking,” you say for the nth time. you know carlos isn’t upset with you, the frustration of it all probably culminating into him being put into a bad mood. 

“maybe you shouldn’t have squeezed him carlos,” he says, voice high pitched with a scrunch of his nose. you roll your eyes at his childish response, crossing your arms over your chest.

“are you mocking me carlos?” your voice is sharp this time, a warning for him not to push it.

he hears it loud and clear since he instantly turns to look at you. “sorry, i know you were joking.” he murmurs before sighing. “i’m gonna go for a run and workout. i’ll be back in a few. do you mind waiting for a late lunch?” he comes over, resta his knee on the edge of the bed to kiss your forehead. 

“mhm, thought you were sorry.” you murmur but smile small at the offer anyways. his hand gently squeezes your elbow before he pulls away. “okay, i’ll wait for you for lunch.” 

_

you figure lunch will be… interesting. a few minutes after carlos had left you had seen pierre’s instagram story, a replay of when carlos had supposedly squeezed him. 

‘don’t be mad but,’ you had texted him along with a screenshot of the post. it took an hour for him to answer, and what he had sent was one of the last things you had expected to see. 

he replies with a photo and nothing else. you open the chat to see what it exactly is and you feel your cheeks burn red as soon as you see it. 

the photo is… something. you can see the droplets of sweat forming at almost every strand of hair he has. his locks are disheveled, lips parted as if in the midst of panting. your eyes trail to his collarbones, down to his chest and you have to cover your face, suddenly embarassed as your blush travels down your chest. 

before you even muster the courage to reply the notification comes in, carlossainz55 posted on their story. 

you’re bright red when you see the photo appear on your screen again. ‘carlos’ you text, 'what is this!! delete!!!!’. it’s technically not explicit, the caption of it saying gym time but it looks so intimate, reminds you of late nights or early mornings that has you feeling antsy. 

he doesn’t answer though, not after two texts or five, and you end up hiding your phone inside the closet to stop yourself from looking at that photo. he knows how much waiting drives you crazy. 

so he’s not surprised when he gets home to find you in the kitchen, lunch barely started even though he had texted you thirty minutes ago saying he was on the way. 

“you didn’t text me back, lost your phone?” carlos asks, smiling innocently at you when you turn over to look at him.

he’s still wearing his gym clothes, the change of clothes left in the bag he had dropped by the door. the fabric clings onto his body and he doesn’t miss the way you eye him. 

“left it to charge upstairs,” you murmur, red when you realise carlos fully knows your ogling him. 

“oh?” he says before coming closer to you. “but what if you miss one of pierre’s post?” carlos asks, raising his brow. 

“huh?” you ask, almost surprised by his words. carlos shrugs, hooks his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans. he pulls you close, loves the way you move towards him without question.

“maybe he releases another statement hm?” his lips hover over yours. “i mean… i shouldn’t have squeezed him after all. my fault hm,” you lean close to kiss him, already riled up from earlier but he doesn’t let you, leans back. “isn’t that what you said this morning?” 

“carlos,” you whine, the ingredients on the counter well forgotten. 

“you’re so busy with what pierre has to say, giving him all the attention in the world. he must be right hm?” your lips come close again, wanting to interrupt him but he still doesn’t let you.

“everybody knows you didn’t do anything carlos,” you say, antsy for a kiss already. 

“mhm, everybody but my girlfriend.” he says, raising his brow.

that’s exactly the moment you realize what all of this is really about. carlos wasn’t mad at pierre, he was jealous of your attention on him. 

“god, you’re annoying,” you say, and carlos knows you’ve finally gotten it. “i was joking.” 

carlos hums. “are you sure?” 

“yes, carlos.” his hands grip your waist. 

“really sure?”

“carlos,” 

“were you re-“ the words are taken from his lips when you press yourself against him. you cup your face and his hands go to squeeze your waist, lifting you to the counter to let you sit there. he smiles against your lips, lets a soft sigh of satisfaction once you both pull away. 

"you know i'll always back you first right?" you ask, raising your brow and carlos nods, pressing his lips against yours again.

"mhm, i know." he says, pressing kisses to your neck. you let your eyes flutter shut but you're quick to remember the story he had posted earlier, and you have to ask.

“so… the photo?” you question, hands already roaming under his shirt. 

“well, needed to make sure pierre was the last thing on your mind,” he says smugly. “did it work?”

you wait for a moment, watch as carlos tries to kiss you but this time you lean back, making him regret doing the same earlier. he pouts, blinks when you tap his nose with his finger. 

“hmm, i don’t know. maybe.” you say against his lips before kissing him again. 

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yourusername dont worry about him guys. i'll let him squeeze me all he wants 😏 🤫 1 hour ago

charles_leclerc: ... oh 😦 54m ago

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landonorris: NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS 40m ago

yourusername: what kids? we're making them rn 20m ago

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bro I love ur writing so much idk if this is how you request but tbh idgaf anyways. anyway can you write something abt Matt x reader at a party and doing some page 136 icebreaker shit? (I think that’s the page but idc) anyway yeah ilyy 😍😍😘

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hey pretty, ngl I didn't read that book but I looked up what that page of the book is about and OMG THAT WAS HOT ngl, I tried to do something similar because I don't know the context very well, I hope you like it, ily too<33

I hate you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You decide to provoke Matt at a party...

Warnings: smut +18 orgasm denial, teasing, sexual tension, explicit content, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), p in v, oral f receiving, dom!matt x fem!reader, hate sex?, I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.

A/n: ngl at first i liked it but now i hate it i don't know why like i love it but at the same time i hate it ugh i hate that feeling yk, i trying my best i hope you like it anon, and thanks for the request!!, my first language is not English, so I'm sorry if there is something wrong or things that are not understood.

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You arrived at the Sturniolo triplets’ house with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Nick had mentioned that he, you, and Chris were going to a party, and the thought of hanging out with them cheered you up, especially since Matt, Nick’s brother, wasn’t going to be there. For as long as you could remember, you and Matt had been mortal enemies, the competition between you was fierce, and every interaction always ended in insults and challenging glares. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you got ready for the night, hoping that your outfit would make you feel like the best version of yourself.

You had gotten ready in Nick’s room, enjoying the time you spent with him and Chris, who joked around with each other as they waited for you. Finishing up, you made sure to take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. As you opened the door, however, a familiar laugh made you frown. Matt was sitting on the couch, his mocking expression already in place.

“Are you really going out with that? You look like a desperate," Matt said, with that provocative look you knew so well.

Your instinct was to ignore him, but you couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"Didn't you say he was staying home?" you shot back, looking for Nick's gaze.

Nick, who was about to respond, stopped when he noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"You know, I couldn't miss this party," Matt said, raising his hands in a gesture of false innocence. "Besides, I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself."

"As if you were the best example of behavior," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're a fucking annoying bastard."

Matt smiled maliciously, enjoying the challenge you offered him.

"I've always thought it's my job to screw up your life."

"You don't have a job, you're just an idiot," you replied, gritting your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

Nick, visibly amused by their daily fights, decided to intervene.

“Guys, please, can you stop fighting, at least for tonight? If you have so many problems, fix them in bed.”

The two of you stayed silent, the tension palpable.

“Nick wtf” you said indignantly, and confused as to why Nick said that.

“It's just a joke, but if you really have so many problems, fix them somehow,” Nick said, laughing.

“You know we're going to go now because we'll be late.” You felt caught between your desire to continue arguing and your desire to leave things like that. Finally, you decided not to let Nick's joke affect you anymore.

“Come on, let's go now!” you exclaimed, gesturing to get out, knowing that Nick and Chris would follow you.

In the car, the atmosphere was tense. You sat next to Nick, feeling like Matt was shooting daggers at you from the driver's seat every time he stopped the car for a stoplight. You couldn't help but feel his intense gaze on you in the rearview mirror, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on the music Chris had turned on.

During the ride, the conversation between Nick and Chris flowed, while you did your best to stay away from the conversation, thinking about how awkward that night would be. However, deep down, there was a spark of excitement. The idea of ​​going to a party always put you in a good mood, and even if Matt was there, you wouldn't let him ruin your night.

Arriving at the party, you were the first to get out of the car and enter the party, leaving the boys behind you. When you entered, the energy of the crowd was contagious. You headed towards the bar, looking for something to drink. You ordered a few drinks, and within minutes, you felt the tension of the day begin to fade away.

After a couple of drinks, the atmosphere was more relaxing. You looked around, looking for Matt, although you didn't know why you were looking for him. When you found him, he was chatting with Chris, but his gaze landed on you immediately, like a hunter stalking his prey. The way he looked at you made you nervous and, at the same time, provoked you. A stupid idea crossed your mind.

You decided it was time to play. You walked towards the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music envelop you. With sensual movements, you began to dance, feeling Matt's gaze intensify from a distance. The game had begun, and you wanted him to feel it. You touched your body provocatively.

It wasn't long before you approached a boy who was dancing near you. Without a second thought, you pulled him towards you, moving with a magnetism that you knew would irritate Matt in some way. With each twist and turn, you noticed how his expression became darker and angrier.

"Do you like what you see?" you mouthed and threw Matt a wink from across the dance floor, enjoying the discomfort you were causing.

As you got closer to the boy, his hands wrapped around your waist and ran down your body, and the closeness was electric, he was a cute boy but he was definitely not your type. You felt like Matt couldn't take his eyes off you at any time. With each movement, you grew more confident, enjoying the provocation you were causing him.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand grab your arm, and you didn't need to look to know who it was. Matt was staring at you with a mix of anger and desire, dragging you off the dance floor into an empty room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, slamming the door shut behind you.

"I was just dancing with a friend, do you have a problem with that?" I replied, crossing my arms in a defiant gesture. "Did you think I was going to stand there with my arms crossed while you stared at me like you wanted to kill me?"

"You're provoking me, and you know it," he said, slowly approaching, his voice low and full of tension. "You in your damn dress and the way that guy touched you."

You felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time. You knew the tension between you had been building up for years, and now it was on the verge of exploding.

"Are you jealous Matt?" you challenged, smirking. Let me get one thing straight, you shouldn't be bothered by who I talk to or dance with.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could protest he kissed you.

He found you against the wall, his lips crushing against yours in a fierce kiss that seemed to distill all the rage pent up between you. It was an uncontrolled kiss, full of passion and hatred, and the line between the two of you quickly blurred. When you finally broke apart, you were both panting.

“I hate you so much,” he murmured, his breathing ragged as his eyes fixed on you with an intense heat. “But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your response was almost automatic. “Then fuck me like you hate me.”

He didn’t wait any longer. He led you to the bed in the bedroom, and his hands began to roam your body, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Every kiss and every touch was a declaration of war and desire, and there was no turning back.

He took you into a whirlwind of sensations. He began to undress you slowly, as if he was enjoying every second, every little victory. The friction between rage and desire was palpable in the air, as if the room was about to explode. His hands explored every corner of your body, letting desire take over both of you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he whispered as his lips moved down your neck.

“And you’re an idiot,” I replied, feeling the rage you used to feel transform into overwhelming desire.

Your body trembled with anticipation as Matt kept his gaze fixed on you, desire burning in his eyes. The tension between you had reached a breaking point. Boiling, and there was no turning back.

Anticipation grew as his hands slid down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses on your abdomen. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his tone a mix of certainty and defiance. But there was a warning in his gaze. He knew he wanted to play, and so did you.

Matt lowered himself slowly, his breath warm against your skin. It took you by surprise when his mouth closed around you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his tongue worked beautifully, licking and sucking with a skill that made you lose control. The way he looked at you, with those eyes filled with desire, made you feel more vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

The combination of his attention and the growing pleasure brought you to the edge, but just when you felt like you were about to explode, Matt stopped.

“I’m not going to let you finish that easy, baby,” he said in a whisper, looking up, and his eyes were filled with a mix of anger and desire.

At that moment, you felt like you were capable of anything. The rage that had built up for so long turned into pure lust. You gave yourself to him, letting yourself be carried away by the sensations he offered you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress as he slowly pulled it up, exposing the skin of your tits. The room was permeated with an air charged with defiance and attraction, every movement between you causing a spark that could ignite the flame at any moment.

It took your breath away when his mouth found yours again. It was a fierce kiss, full of desperation and rage, every brush of his lips was like a reminder of all the battles you had fought in the past. He pushed you further into the pillows, his body pressing against yours, making a mix of pleasure and frustration run down your spine.

Matt pulled away for a moment, his assessing gaze sweeping over every inch of you. He knew he was in control. He held you tight, trapping your hands above your head and holding them firmly in place. The feeling of being completely at his mercy turned you on in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“You’re not getting away today,” he said, whispering in your ear as his warm breath sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he moved down again, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, each touch making you want more.

Matt’s hands roamed your body with meticulous precision, exploring every corner and curve as you tried to control the desire building inside you. The way he touched you was both a punishment and a pleasure, each brush of his fingers a reminder of how much he’d wanted this, how much you’d both wanted this.

His mouth continued its descent, leaving warm kisses on your chest. Every time his tongue brushed your skin, you felt like you were on the brink of insanity. But Matt had no intention of letting you go so easily. When his lips found your breast, he sucked hard, marking his territory as you gave yourself over to the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re as stupid as you are beautiful,” he said between gasps, the tone of his voice heavy with contempt and desire, as his hands slid down your hips. You squirmed against him, seeking more, wanting what had begun to become something even more intense.

He released you for an instant, just so he could strip you completely, each piece of clothing falling to the floor as a symbol of your surrender. The feeling of being vulnerable before him, exposed and desired, awakened a side in you that only he could provoke.

Matt stood up, looking at you with that mix of defiance and desire that drove you crazy. He approached you again, and with a quick movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, causing you to fall onto the soft surface. He leaned over you, his body covering yours, the pressure of his weight making you feel trapped and aroused.

“Now I’m going to show you who��s boss here,” he declared, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made the air between you seem charged with electricity.

Without further ado, Matt plunged into you, filling you with his body as the room filled with sounds of passion and desperation. Every movement was a mix of strength and gentleness, as he entered you with a brutality that only he could combine with an almost fierce devotion.

Amidst broken whispers and gazes filled with desire, you feel how both of you leave behind any trace of arrogance or defiance, allowing yourselves to feel the pleasure, although neither of you admit it, you have always wanted. Matt intertwines his fingers with yours, holding you tightly as he continues to look at you with an intensity that makes you shudder.

“You drive me crazy,” he finally murmurs, with a sincerity that momentarily breaks through all the hatred between you.

Moans escaped your lips without you being able to contain them, and with each thrust, rage and desire intertwined in a wild dance. Matt kept up the pace, his hands squeezing your wrists as he penetrated you with unwavering fervor, making it clear to you who was in charge.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky as his body crashed into yours, the sound of his skin against yours echoing in the room. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered, each word laden with surrender as your body moved in unison with his, feeling the line between pleasure and pain blur.

“Say it again,” he demanded, increasing the pace as his thrusts became deeper, more frantic. The room was filled with whispers and sighs, each sound fueling the unbridled passion that burned between you.

“You,” you repeated, each word an echo of your desire, the recognition that everything you had felt for him was coming to the surface in this explosion of madness.

“Good girl,” Matt says with a arrogant smile

The friction between your bodies was intense, and each thrust brought you closer to climax. The mix of pleasure and rage was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help it, desire taking over you, making you forget everything but the present moment. In an instant of pure connection, feeling the barriers that had existed between you melt away, you let the pleasure sweep you away, allowing the world around you to fade away.

Matt finally found his own climax, his eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of triumph and insatiable desire. The two of you found yourselves in a whirlwind of sensations, each of you taking the other to new levels of pleasure and surrender.

When you finally stopped, both of you panting, the room was filled with a silence laden with meaning. You knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that the line that had once separated your hatred from desire had been blurred forever.

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[beomiracles]

Kinktober request!!!

Huening Kai + cold temperature play

I’m thinking about a jack frost au where he plays with you with his cold fingertips…

Do your magic boo 😘 thank you!

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DAY 15 : HUENINGKAI + TEMPERATURE PLAY — Perhaps the cold winter made your heart especially warm as it sought comfort. You huddle closer, frostbitten fingers twisting in the soft material of his shirt. — It was probably why you didn’t react when his hand slipped beneath your pants, already damp from the snow that had melted off of them. 

Temperature play is a form of BDSM sensual play where objects and substances are used to stimulate the body's neuroreceptors for heat and cold for sensual effect.

pairings supernatural creature!kai x human fem!reader warnings reader suffers from hypothermia, fingering, temperature play, kai is a little weird, this can be perceived as a little dark/off-putting but it totally depends on your own perspective.

#serene adds ✎ hii mae baby !! I changed the plot up a tiny bit, I just couldn't resist pursuing the idea that fell from the sky just for me. but I hope you'll like it still :3

EVENT POST

It’s cold. Everything is. It was so cold that you suddenly didn’t feel cold at all anymore. The icy feeling had morphed into a layer of nothingness. That was how you knew it was bad. Because when you stopped shivering, when your teeth stopped clattering, it was then your body had given out. And soon you would be nothing but a statue in this eternal forest, frozen in place as the world kept moving without you. 

But then all of a sudden, there was hope, light even. Your vision is hazy, and the bright snow surrounding you is nearly blinding. You can barely make out the blond hair on his head, his dark eyes as he peers down at you. He lifts your limp body like it’s nothing, and then he’s moving, he’s moving fast. The naked tree branches pass over your head, and you meekly try and guess where you might be, but it was pointless. 

You could only hope that he was taking you to safety. 

He brings you to a cave. You’re confused. But there’s light there.. And it’s warm, a gentle fire sparking in the center of the otherwise dark and wet environment. — You turn to the stranger who’d saved you as he sets you down on a handmade pelt. There’s something different about him, something inhumane. Something ethereal. 

He turns to you with glimmering eyes, a small and friendly smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t say anything as he shuffles closer and you respond by gingerly backing up. Your back quickly hits the cold cave wall and you wince at the chilling sensation. The man, the creature, whatever he was, immediately reaches out, strong arms wrapping around your weakened frame as he pulls you into his embrace once more. 

The soft mumble of incoherent words that fall from his lips make little sense in your ears. But you let him cradle you, not knowing how to react. After a while, you find that it’s actually kind of comforting. Your tense muscles begin to relax as you slump against his warm body, his strangely warm body. 

You barely notice it when his hand slips from your back and down your side. Only when it reaches your inner thigh do you react, head snapping up from his chest as you shoot him an alarmed look. — But he only smiles. And then his mouth opens, as if to say something. He looks stunned, like he’s searching for words of a language only vaguely familiar. 

“Keep…warm”, he finally says, and though his pronunciation is slightly off and his voice hoarse, you find solace in his words. Perhaps the cold winter made your heart especially warm as it sought comfort. You huddle closer, frostbitten fingers twisting in the soft material of his shirt. — It was probably why you didn’t react when his hand slipped beneath your pants, already damp from the snow that had melted off of them. 

He moves slowly, fingers carefully exploring parts of you that you’d never let anyone see, let alone touch before. Your breath hitches as his index finger brushes over your clit, and the strange man’s eyes widen in delight. From there he continues, slipping an experimental finger inside and watching as you squeal against him. The rosy blush that rises on your cheeks spurs him on further, the subtle signs of heat slowly making its way back to your body. 

It doesn’t take long for it to feel as if you were on fire. Everything burned and you didn’t know what to do. Desperately, your nails claw at his arms and shoulders, small whimpers escaping your trembling lips as your thighs quiver around his hand. — He’s added another finger now, it burns and aches in an unfamiliar way. It was scary, but you didn’t have it in you to pull back. You don’t think you’d ever want to. 

Through lidded eyes you peer up at him. Up close, he looks ethereal. His skin is glowing, in fact, all of him was. You notice the shimmering whites, running along his cheeks and neck like veins, except these shine. — He pulls a small whine from you as his fingers curl inside your throbbing core and your eyes screw shut once more. 

Just when you think it might be too much, the burn, the aching, the warmth.. Just then, it stops. Suddenly it’s cold again. Your face is cold. — With a confused frown, you slowly blink. Your gaze falls on his hand, resting against your cheek. It’s cold, freezing. The tips of his long fingers are a pale blue and you nearly gasp. But the strange man only hushes you with a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Too..warm…” He says, and only when his thumb flicks over your clit are you reminded of the ache between your legs as you jolt forward. The cold and the warm suddenly mixed, and it made you feel euphoric, a different kind of bliss. — Your jaw slacks, but no words come out. Nothing but the ragged breaths you take, and the small moans you emit, fill the cave. You clench around his fingers, thighs entrapping his hand as you nearly sob into his chest. 

It was like you could feel everything all at once. Every tickle of your skin, down to the erratic beating of your heart as your orgasm crashed against you. — Fervently grabbing at him, you inhale the scent he radiates like it was your last breath. He keeps his hand nestled between your legs, the other one safely wrapped around you as he murmurs incoherent sentences under his breath. 

Only when you with bleary eyes look up, do you notice that he’s practically glowing. The once faint white veins are stark against his skin, and his eyes shine as they meet yours. This man was not human. That much you knew. Yet you felt safe in his embrace. — So safe that you would let him keep you in that cold and wet cave until your body no longer endured. 

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[realisticjupiter]

hi! :D i hope u're doing well !! i was wondering if i could request chishiya x gn reader? where after the borderlands, chishiya faintly remembers the events while reader does not, so reader doesn't know who chishiya is but chishiya knows who they are. they're both admitted in the same hospital after the meteor, and chishiya has to fall in love with reader all over again, "coincidentally" meeting through a hallway and introducing himslef and slowly building a relationship and just AGHGJJAHAH this runs thru my mind a lot !!! ty for even reading this anyway hope u have a great day love u 😘😘😘 and also make sure to stay hydrated, healthy and happy :))

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: chishiya helping reader who is struggling with a snack, and at the same time remembering exactly how the two of them met.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: mentions of hospital medication , lmk if anything else !

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 1k

A/N: I love this idea sm bc i also think of this a lot LOL. just the idea of chishiya's cookie moto when reader can't find a snack is just special to me -- also I apologize to literally everyone who has sent me a request I TRY I SWEAR IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE

Your hand pounded on the clear glass that separated you and the snacks inside the vending machine. It had completely eaten your money just for the simple snack you've been craving all day not to fall to the bottom.

It obviously hasn't been a good day for you, but this was just the cherry on top.

Waking up in a hospital with hundreds of bruises and one big gash across your torso wasn't exactly your definition of a good time. You don't even remember how it happened.

In fact, you barely even remember what you did that day. You were walking to the mall? Maybe? It was clearly all a blur.

When he approached you, you almost thought you were hallucinating from all the medication the hospital decided to give you for the pain.

He was almost glowing in the hospital light, like he belonged there like some type of ghost whose soul is trapped inside the building.

"Those cookies aren't very good anyways." Were the words his naturally curved mouth spoke.

Something was off about him, you couldn't tell what it was though. Maybe it was his body language; how his eyes couldn't leave your face and studied your every move. Or maybe the way he spoke; so nonchalant but hard to tell where his social skills lied.

"I've been craving them since I woke up. But, obviously now--It doesn't really matter." You were already irritated, it was clear in your voice when you spoke. You weren't exactly in the mood to make friends.

His eyes looked down, which made yours follow along to the yellow bag that rested in his hand. He reached out to you, letting you see the cookies that sat inside.

"You can have one, if you want." He offered, his eyes watching your face once more.

You couldn't exactly read him, and it was clear that it was his persona. A man who wants to be known as an unsolved mystery. A closed box that couldn't be opened by anyone.

But in this Cheshire man's mind, he felt conflicted; confused. He swore he knew you from somewhere, but he wouldn't dare ask. He'd rather find out from his own mind. He always had a thing for puzzles, but this one felt more complicated than anything he's ever experienced.

You sighed, but with a shrug you dipped your hand into the bag to grab a single cookie. You brought it to your mouth with a crunch and your rating of the snack was written all over your face, and at the same time it almost felt familiar.

He had a good eye, or you guess taste for good snacks. You were almost surprised you've never tried it before, you've always seen it in other places.

"It's good, isn't it?" He raised a brow, a small grin showing on his face.

"Mhm, can I have another one?" You responded mid chew.

He couldn't hold back the soft chuckle as he handed the bag to you, watching as you dove straight in with no questions asked.

"I'm Chishiya, by the way." Chishiya finally introduced himself with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Y/n." You replied, mouth full of cookies.

He nodded at the sound of your name. It tried to click in his mind, and when it did--it felt like he had just been given some stranger's memories.

He knew now, the borderlands and the person he was stuck with--merely because they were almost smarter than he was. For a second he was confused, concerned and almost convinced he was remembering an old dream.

It wouldn't be the first time he mistook a dream for reality, but he knew this time was different. In dreams there were no names or faces, but your face, the person standing in front of him wasn't just a dream. And nor were the memories he continued to remember.

"Do you... know me?" He asked, his tone unsure as if he was asking a foreign question.

You looked at him with a confused stare, looking him up and down and then studying his face--but none of it clicked.

"No, I don't think so." You shook your head, handing him the bag just for there to only be one left inside.

You gave an apologetic smile when he took it back, but somehow he didn't mind. Mostly because he had bigger things to think about.

Like how the person he told he loved doesn't remember him. It was almost funny when he thought about it that way, but it was honestly sad.

But when he thought about it another way, like how he may have a second chance with you. It felt different, like the god whom he never really believed in decided to grant him the good karma he wasn't so sure he deserved.

He couldn't care less though, the only thing he wanted from his experience in the borderlands was a second chance; and now he has it.

"Shouldn't you be resting? Your injuries seem worse than others." Chishiya tried to keep the conversation, although it almost sounded like he was trying to end it.

You shook your head, "Mm-mm. Doctor said to walk around, to stretch my legs." You explained, crossing your arms to shield yourself from the cold breeze of the hospital.

"Want to take a walk then? We can go outside, I know you aren't exactly fond of hospitals." He suggested, crushing the bag in his hand to stuff inside his pocket.

You stopped for a second, furrowing your brows and opening your mouth. "Uh--sure. But, how did you know that?" Your mouth shaped into a smile because it genuinely freaked you out a bit. He made it sound as if he knew you forever.

"Lucky guess." His response was quick as he turned and began walking. You hesitated at first, but soon followed after him as he passed a girl who pushed an older woman in a wheelchair and an older man following a bit behind them.

Maybe now was a good time to admit you felt like you had seen him before as well. But you couldn't think of where, so you convinced yourself you were crazy.

But what wasn't crazy, was thinking you had a chance with this Cheshire man. He made you comfortable in a way you couldn't understand, and weren't exactly sure if you wanted to.

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[hyperactively-me]

Can you imagine king ghost and princess are having a super intimate moment, like they about to kiss 💋 😘 😗 buuuuttt 🍑 just before it can happen someone calls ghost for urgent king things and bros dying inside because he has to leave 💔

The soft crackling of the fireplace filled the room, casting a warm, flickering light that danced across the room's rich tapestries and polished furniture. You and King Ghost had found a moment of solitude in the midst of the palace’s hectic schedule. The two of you were nestled together on a plush couch, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you both read a book. His arm rests on the back of the couch, his hand settled on your shoulder. 

Simon's fingers lightly traced mindless shapes on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your ear as he spoke. “I can't believe the main character made such a reckless decision,” he remarked quietly, his voice filled with playful disbelief.

You chuckled softly, turning a page. “Well, you know how some characters can be. Always getting themselves into trouble.”

Simon licks his lips, his eyes flitting down to your neck as he responds, “Much like someone else I know.” 

You couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone. “Are you comparing me to a fictional character?”

He chuckled, the deep sound rumbling in your ear. “Only in the best way, love. You’ve livened up the place with your personality since you’ve been here."

As you continued to read, Simon's hand began to slowly trail up and down your arm, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. His words and touch were a sweet distraction from the story, and you found yourself more focused on him than on the book.

Simon's voice grew softer, more quiet. “Y’know, I could think of a more interesting way to spend our afternoon than reading.”

You looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh really? And what might that be?”

He leaned in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours. “A kiss,” he whispered.

You freeze for a moment, your heart stopping in your chest. A kiss. From him.

A real kiss. You hadn’t admitted it out loud to him, but you had grown genuine feelings for him recently. After spending so much time together, getting to know each other, you grew affectionate of Simon. You enjoyed being around him, loved his personality, for who he was. You weren’t sure when you would be ready to admit it to him, but his words in the moment make you want to scream it from the top of your lungs, to dance and jump up and down with joy.

Before you could tell him, and before he could close the gap between you, the doors swung open with a thud, and in walked one of the royal advisors, his face etched with urgency. 

“Your majesty,” the advisor said, trying to catch his breath, “I apologize for the intrusion, but there's an urgent matter that requires your immediate attention.”

Simon let out a sigh of frustration, his head hung low by your shoulder, an annoyed expression painted on his face. He slowly drags his head upwards, staring at you longingly. He stares at your lips for a moment, then looks into your eyes, the way they’re widened with anticipation. Fuck.

He looks at you apologetically. “I'm afraid I have to go, love. Duty calls.”

You sighed, but a small smile played on your lips as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Go on, they need you.” 

Simon rose from the couch, reluctantly leaving your embrace. “I promise I'll make it up to you later,” he said, determination in his eyes.

You nodded, knowing that duty often came first. “I'll hold you to that.”

As Simon made his way to the door, you watched him with a mixture of affection and longing. Despite the interruption, the moment you had shared on the couch had only made you more anxious to tell him. And you were going to hold him up to it.

[sturnioloskyline]

Could you do a story based off your hockey head shots with Chris and he loses a game and gets extra mad because she wore someone else’s jersey to the game 😘

lucky charm

pairing: hockey player!chris x fem!reader

warnings: dom!chris, possessiveness, smut, oral(m receiving), face fucking, p in v, rough, not proodread

summary: chris spots his girlfriend in the crowd at his hockey game, but in another guy’s jersey

thank u for the request anon!! 🌚

"shit!" you shout, rummaging through your closet frantically. you were already running late for chris's hockey game, your roommate, y/r/n, waiting for you outside. you would have left by now, but you couldn't find a jersey anywhere. usually, you wear one of chris's spare jerseys to every single game to show your support, but you couldn't find one in your closet anywhere.

"y/n, come on, we have to go!" y/r/n barged into the room, getting impatient.

"i know, i'm trying!" your roommate watched you as you rifled through piles of clothes.

"what are you looking for?" she asked, wanting to help so that you could leave sooner.

"chris's jersey, i can't find it anywhere!" you groaned, running your fingers through your hair.

"you probably left it at his place," y/r/n said, grabbing your arm. "but i think i have a random one in my car that you can wear. now, c'mon, let's go!"

you sighed but followed your roommate out the door, leaving your guys's apartment and getting in her car. surely enough, there was a jersey in chris's team's colors lying in the backseat. you reached over and grabbed it, examining it.

"whose jersey is this?" you asked your roommate. there was a number on it, but no last name on the back.

"no fuckin' clue," she shrugged, focusing on the road in an attempt to get to the arena as quickly as possible. you shook your head and slipped the jersey on over your outfit.

when you finally got there, the two of you rushed inside to find a good seat. thankfully, two seats were available just a few rows above the ice, allowing for a good perfect view of the game.

as soon as you sat down, the commentators began to introduce the team as they skate onto the ice. you stand up and cheer when chris came out, waving to him. he immediately looked for you, and when his eyes landed on yours, he broke out into a smile.

but then, chris caught a glimpse of what you were wearing. his smile faltered as he read the number on your jersey, not matching the one on his own. he quickly looked away before you could notice. clenching his jaw.

chris was used to outperforming the other players in eery single game he played, but tonight he just could not focus. he fumbled passes and missed simple shots. you noticed the decline in his performance, growing worried about chris. when they called halftime, chris's coach told him to snap out of it. you tried to catch chris's eye, but he refused to look at you for the rest of the game.

chris's team ended up losing, making you feel worse. you and y/r/n got up from the stands, walking out of the rink towards the parking lot.

"you going to chris's?" y/r/n asked, and you nodded. "alright, see you tomorrow."

you waved to her and headed towards chris's car a few rows down. you stood by the passenger side of the car, waiting for chris to finish up in the locker room. a few minutes later, you saw chris walking towards you with his stick in hand and his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"chris!" you called out, standing on your tiptoes and waving. chris looked up at you, scoffing when he saw that you were still wearing the jersey. he didn't respond, simply unlocking the car and opening the truck to store his gear.

you noticed his sour mood and decided not to push it, knowing he had a rough game. you silently got in the passenger seat of the car, fumbling with your fingers as you waited for chris to get in the car.

you snapped your head towards the driver's side when you heard chris's door open. he slipped into the driver's seat with a deep sigh, staying silent as he started the car and put on his seatbelt. you started to feel uncomfortable with the silence, so you looked away and faced the window.

you spent the next few moments in silence, occasionally glancing over at chris who refused to take his eyes of the road. his hair was still sticking to his forehead slightly with sweat, his jaw was clenched and prominent, and his armed flexed as he turned the wheel. you always loved the way chris looked after a game, whether he was in a good mood.

when you turned your head back to the window again, chris finally broke the silence.

"who's jersey are you wearing?" chris asked, not taking his eyes off of the road. you looked at him with a puzzled espression.

"i don't know, it's just a random jersey," you replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

"that number—" chris took one hand off of the wheel to point to the number on your chest. "—is not mine. who's fucking number is that."

"chris, i don't know," you rolled your eyes. "y/r/n let me borrow it."

"don't give me that fuckin' attitude," chris scoffed, simultaneously maneuvering his way through traffic. "showing up to my game in another guy's fuckin' jersey. who do you think you are?"

chris's grip tightened on the steering wheel. you shook your head your head in disbelief at chris's jealousy. surely he wasn't getting this worked up over a jersey, right?

"just wait until we get home." chris's words sent chills down your spine. suddenly, all of the tension you felt towards chris turned sexual. you adjusted in your seat, squeezing your thighs tightly together.

once chris parked outside his condo complex, you practically leapt out of the car. you immediately headed towards the door, using your own keys to unlock the door, stepping inside and holding it open for chris who stumbled in with his gear. you slipped out your shoes off as chris dropped his bags on the floor without a word. he kicked off his own shoes and looked at you.

chris approached you, hooking his fingers in the neckline of the jersey.

"chris what are you— CHRIS!" you yelled as chris ripped the jersey straight down the middle. "what the fuck?"

"you don't fucking need this," chris tugged the ripped jersey off of you, tossing it aside. he turned back to you and gripped your jaw harshly, tilting your head up to look at him. you gasped at the action, your mouth lightly hanging open. "the only jersey you should be wearing is mine, got that?"

you nodded, a warmth beginning to grow in between your thighs. you couldn't lie, whenever chris was angry, you found him incredibly hot. the way his blue eyes got darker when looked at you made butterflies swarm in your stomach. honestly, whenever you guys fought you usually forgot about the issue as soon as you looked at chris.

chris leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, quickly deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth. you let chris take full control, melting into him. your hands reached up to tangle in his hair, tugging st it slightly, eliciting a groan from chris,

chris sloppily worked his mouth from your lips to your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting harshly at the skin just above your collarbone. you whimper and tilt your head back, allowing chris to have more access to your neck.

you felt chris's hard-on press against your body, , causing your hips to instinctively roll into his. chris hand came down and place a quick, harsh slap on your ass. you yelped at the contact, chris's hand kneading your ass as he continued to leave marks on your neck.

once he was satisfied with the hickeys littering your neck, chris pulled away and let his hands roam your body.

"get on your knees," he commanded, removing his hands from your body to grab the hem of his shirt, swiftly pulling it over his head and off of his body. you sunk down in front of him, felling one of his hands go to the back of your head, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of chris's sweatpants and boxers, pulling them both down to the floor and letting chris step out of them.

chris's cock sprung out of his boxers, slapping against his stomach. his veins were prominent along his shaft, and his tip was pink and glistening with precum. you wrapped your hand around his base, angling it down so you could kiss his tip, before opening your mouth to swirl your tongue around it.

"fuck," chris hoarsed out, tightening his grip on your hair. you pushed past his tip, taking more of his length into your mouth. you used your hand to stroke the rest of him that wouldn't fit in your mouth. you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, occasionally moaning around him.

chris's other hand went to the back of your head, creating a tighter grip on your hair. you looked up at him with his cock still in your mouth, making eye contact while sucking him off.

"look so fuckin' good like this, with my cock stuffed in your mouth," chris grunted, stilling your head. he slowly pushed his hips into your mouth, moaning as you relaxed your throat and made room for him in your mouth. chris finally pushed his whole length into your mouth, curving down your throat. you gagged around him, only making him harder.

chris slowly began thrusting in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat each time. tears pricked in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as you choked and gagged around him, whimpering as he quickened his pace. he tilted your head up to look at him, moaning at the sight of you taking him.

“f-fuck, gonna take my cum like a good girl?” chris asked, barely able to talk through his own pleasure. his thrust grew sloppier and more desperate.

you hummed in response, chris letting out a loud moan. as chris’s hips staggered, you swallowed around him, drawing him to his climax, chris whined as your throat tightened around him, sucking him dry. he held your head there, buried on his cock as he caught his breath.

when he pulled out, he pulled you up into a kiss, his eyebrows scrunching in passion. his hands roamed from your arms to your waist to your hips, stopping to grip the back of your thighs.

“jump,” chris mumbled against your lips. you wrapped your arms around chris’s neck, hopping up. chris swiftly wrapped your legs around his waist, now carrying you in his arms. he made his way over to his room, keeping a tight grip on your thighs.

he walked you over to his bedroom. kicking the door shut behind him. one he reached the door of his bed, he tossed you onto the mattress and climbed over you, connecting your lips once again. he tugged harshly on the hem of your shirt.

“off, off,” he muttered in desperation, pulling back and yanking your shirt up. you lifted your arms, allowing him to peel the clothes off of your body. his hand fumbled hastily with the clasp of your bra, pulling it off in one swift move. he leaned down to kiss the valley in between your breasts as he snuck his fingers under your waistband, sliding your pants and panties off of your legs. he stood up, taking a moment to admire the sight in front of him.

“always so wet for me,” a light smirk tugged at chris’s lips. he reached his hand in between your legs, running his middle finger through your folds. you gasped and arched your back, causing chris’s smirk to widen.

“chris,” you whined needily. chris pulled his hand away from your cunt to inflict a sharp slap on your ass. you only let out another whimper.

“fuckin’ wait,” chris demanded. he moved in between your legs, holding the base of his cock in one hand. he lined himself up with you, glancing at your face. you lifted your hips off the bed, but chris immediately placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you down. “so needy."

chris readjusted so his body was looming over yours. he slowly began to push himself inside of you. you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the sheets tightly as you felt chris stretching you out. chris took notice, his hand moving to caress your cheek. he groaned as he sunk into you, loving how warm and tight you felt around him.

"like you were made for me," chris breathed out as he bttomed out. you bit your lip, feeling his tip press against your cervix. chris started rolling his hips, lightly thrusting into you. you panted as you felt the pain from chris's size dissipate into pleasure.

you let out a soft moan, causing chris to groan in response. you reached your hands up to run along the skin of his back, pressing his body closer to yours. chris let his head hang down, his forehead resting on yours. chris's thrusts becams harder and faster, brushing against your g-spot every time.

"chris—fuck—don't stop," your nails scratched against chris's back, your body arching up to his. chris let out a strangled moan, fucking into you relentlessly. your moans only grew louder and more desperate. "oh, god, chris!"

chris looked at your face. your eyebrows were furrowed, you mouth hung open, and your hairline glistened with sweat. blood rushed to his dick at the sight, and his thrusts grew sloppier. you felt your own orgasm closely approaching.

"gonna cum with me baby?" chris grunted, now pounding into you at a pace that had you seeing stars.

"chris, chris, chris!" you chanted as he fuckied you, your cleching around him. your orgasm hit you like a truck, your head slamming back into a mattress as a long, loud moan escaped your throat. chris stilled inside of you, his dick twitching as he came.

you sighed as you felt yourself returning to reality, chris slowly pulling himself out of you. he watched your face, reaching a hand up to push away the hair that was sticking your forehead.

"so pretty," you flushed at the compliment, surprised at chris's sudden sweetness.

"thought you were mad at me," you panted out, your lips slightly curving upwards.

"i could never be mad at you," chris smiled back, leaning down to place a quick, sweet peck on your lips. "just don't ever think about wearing someone else's fucking jersey again."

...

author's note: first full length smut. 😋 throughout writing this , i wached an episode of love is blind, at least 3 cody ko videos, sung two karaoke songs, and had two shots. yay me! send me more requests! 😙

[heavyhitterheaux]

Nice View (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Blurb

Synopsis: Jack just loves to please you, especially when he has an audience

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: the queen @a-moment-captured 😘💕

Do not engage if underage

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

“Jackman Thomas…” You said in a warning tone and his hands began to make its way lower and lower down your body as he was placing kisses along your neck.

“Yes?” He asked as his hand continued to move further south.

The two of you were in France for the Jacquemus fashion show and Maggie offered to keep the triplets while you went. So, Jack was taking advantage of him being able to have you all to himself.

“Our balcony door is open!” You said while lightly hitting his arm, but all he did was look at you.

“And?”

“What do you mean and? Someone could hear us.”

“Wouldn't be the first time. We both know how loud you can get. Besides, I'm putting in work to make my wife feel good. And when have I ever cared about having an audience?”

“You haven't.” You responded while rolling your eyes as Jack laughed and kissed the shell of your ear.

“Exactly.”

—

You currently had both of your hands covering your mouth as Jack was pounding into you when he promptly moved them and intertwined them with his as you felt him go even deeper.

“What are you covering that pretty little mouth for? I thought I told you that I wanted to hear you and you better let all of France know how good I’m making you feel.”

“Or do I need to fuck you on the railing again?” He asked and your thoughts immediately went to the time he did that in Miami at your beach house and you couldn't walk correctly for days.

You immediately shook your head no, but not being satisfied with that answer, Jack abruptly stopped and peered down at you.

“Mrs. Harlow, I asked you a question. And I suggest you answer it. I'm not above punishing you and I have all night.” 

“No.” 

“Hmm, then let me hear you.” He whispered in your ear as he began to move.

He was moving painfully slow in and out of you and he could tell that you were getting impatient.

“Baby, come on.”

“You didn't even want this at first and now you're begging me for it?”

All you did was roll your eyes as you then felt Jack's hand around your neck and he lightly squeezed.

“Who are you rolling your eyes at? That's it, get up and go near the balcony.”

“Wait, babe…”

“Get up or do I need to carry you?”

“Carry me of course. Why would I turn that down?”

Jack just shook his head and laughed to himself as he picked you up and you felt coolness on your back as you felt him place you up against the wall right next to where the balcony was.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you moved your face closer to kiss him and that was when you felt him enter you as you let out a gasp against his lips.

“Oh fuck.”

“Now that's what I like to hear. Tell me how good I'm making you feel.”

“Baby, go faster.” You whimpered as your head was now resting on his shoulder.

“As you wish.”

The two of you were going at it until the sun began to rise and that was when Jack finally decided to have mercy on you. Besides being on the wall right next to the balcony, you actually rode him in front of the balcony doors and knew that everyone on the street passing by was able to get a free show.

“Is it really 6 am?” You asked as Jack was now putting your hair up for you before wrapping your scarf around it.

“I was putting in work, but at least now you can sleep all day.” Jack said before placing several kisses on your lips.

“I wouldn't be surprised if we go back home and I'm pregnant.”

“If you aren't, we'll try again.”

“That wasn't an invitation, Jackman.”

“Well you made it sound like it was!” Jack replied to you as he laid down and opened his arms for you to lay on top of him.

You were slowly drifting off to sleep when you heard both of your phones go off and Jack reached over to the bedside table to grab his.

Urban- Will the two of you close the balcony door next time? Can't take your asses ANYWHERE 😒

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[h0ney-dames]

Putting all the drama because someone just couldn’t let it die

All names have been blurred bar mine and the offenders, if you know anyone involved in this please keep them anonymous :)

This you ghosting me for a week because I stated my boundaries?

This you trying to turn me against people I trust? This you trying to “totally not force me” to change my opinion of my friends?

This you victim-blaming me in an SVR? A svr that I brought up my issue with the owner at the TIME of the incident and not months after and when no action was taken I elected to avoid and ignore you? This you after I felt uncomfortable so I told someone I trusted the information? This you? (Btw it should be “going behind someone's back” not “gone behind someone's back” Telling people I TRUST that you were being WERID IN MY DM’s, isn't going behind your back it's setting a boundary. If you tell me something no matter how hard I've promised I won't tell you that promise is null and void when it starts to affect me offline.)

This you asking to roleplay NSFW and make nsfw head canons with my OCs even tho I stated I was a minor? And you were also a minor? Who.. hmm… snuck their way into an NSFW channel, and flirted with people older who were uncomfortable? You knew I was a minor and you still decided NSFW was ok?

This you struggling to understand the term “I can't”? This not only happened once but on multiple occasions. You also oh I don't know, spammed me about 4 times a day when I stopped responding to you. I used to put myself on invisible any time you would DM me because I couldn't stand the thought of texting you without feeling the need to vomit!

This you claiming these are your highest kins after I changed my name to Damien and you proceeded to start going by Lasky (more openly? I'm unsure if you already went by that but you had never put it in any of your names till I started going by Damien, I didn't say it at the time but this made me uncomfortable. I'm aware I should have said something sooner.)

This you??

This you denying that gay has become an umbrella term? Don't worry babe you can still be gay! Just because it's an umbrella term doesn't mean it's not a sexuality! You know that right? This isn't the 1920s 🥰🤩

I was willing to not make a call-out post the first time but if you're willing to “bring a situation to light” then I'm willing to show the other corner.

I tried to handle this respectfully and with the dignity that you couldn't uphold. I will not let you drag me through the dirt without educating people on what you have done so that no one else has to cause themself mental stress. You haven't just upset me but others.

You broke boundaries that were put in place to keep others safe and only talked to people you believe would have benefited you or that you could somehow manipulate and blame others/your mental health is not a valid reason to be a fucking prick.

And if the person in the post sees this, one, is good! Two, take your issues up with me. I had my time, and I said my bit when it happened, you do not have a right to go pull up old drama to get people banned after YOU made them uncomfortable, not only did I have to change my boundaries because of people like you I also had to change how I trust people because YOU abused that trust

For anyone wondering where you can find this lovely LOVELY individual

This you?

Ps sweetheart your not 18, your 16-17 at most, 🥰😘

it's not a call out without their users now is it?

I apologise that this isn't my normal post, I was willing to not do a call-out the first time this happened, but it seems only reasonable if they are going to drag my name down :) Hope this helps you all avoid this creature

Happy Halloween everyone remember to lock up all your monsters real tight or they will start spreading bullshit :)

[buckgasms]

what would daddy Bucky do if princess forgot her safe word but was clearly not enjoying whatever they were doing?

Hi Nonnie 🩵 thank you for your question 😘 I have taken this a bit further along than your request because it's a good idea to look after our Daddy Bucky too 💙

I think he would notice the changes in his princess and figure out a way to stop without upsetting you more.

So let's say you had your hands tied and he was watching your face and your lip was wobbling and you weren't making much noise, which is not usual. Sometimes you cry or whatever but it's normally like happy, spoilt tears. These ones are different.

So he slows his movement to a stop, drops his face down to yours and presses kisses to your cheeks. He gives you a moment to respond but you can't. It's too much.

"I've got a job for you princess..." He says softly and you nod, limbs shaking. "I want ten kisses babygirl.... Ten kisses, take as long as you want, but I need ten..."

As your brain catches up, you press soft, gentle kisses to his cheek. You do a few and he asks, "how many was that angel?" Gentle and kind and you stumble over your words. "It's ok Princess, can you start again...Count for me, out loud. I know you can do it Princess."

You breathe out a smile and start again. Your hands have been untied, and he's wrapped you up close. Your warm bodies are pressed together and before you even know it you are back down to Earth and pressing your tenth kiss to his lips.

"There's my girl" he whispers as you shiver a little and cling to him, teardrops gathering on your eyelashes. "M'sorry Daddy... I couldn't say it, couldn't say my words..." Your breath shudders and he holds you closer, stroking your back and telling you everything was ok.

💙

I think once you were feeling better and maybe you'd had a little doze while wrapped up in his arms you feel Daddy slip away into the bathroom.

You wait for a little while for him to come back but he doesn't come back, but you can't hear the shower or anything. So you slip out of bed and tiptoe into the bathroom where Daddy is standing staring at himself in the mirror and leaning heavily on the counter.

"Daddy... What's wrong?" You whisper and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his back. His heartbeat thuds heavily and his breathing seems slow and tight. He turns around and hugs you, pressing his lips to your head.

"I'm so sorry I scared your Princess. I never wanna hurt you baby.... I fucking hate it... I'm supposed to protect you... I made you cry..."

He holds your tighter and his breath shudders, so you grip his soft muscles and skim your hands up and down his body. "Daddy" you whisper, "you don't...you didn't hurt me Daddy, I promise..." He grunts a little but you just squeeze him tighter. "Daddy listen... I mean it..."

He hmms again and you move back a bit to look at him. You stroke his chest and face, wondering what to do, how to take care of your perfect daddy. Suddenly you smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Come on Daddy, I'll make you feel better..." He lets you drag him over to the big shower and watches as you turn the water on, smiling as you jump at the cold water, humming until it turns warm. Your outstretched hand guides him into the stream of water and you smooth your hands, guiding channels down his skin.

Taking a loofah and some of your fanciest soap and rub it all over him and you in the process. It doesn't take long before you are the bubbliest people in the world. As you wash, you ask him to pick his favourite things about you, and you pick your favourite things about him. He grips your waist gently, keeping himself grounded as you whisper pretty things and tell him how much you love him.

The water washes away bubbles and discomfort. You do your best to dry him off with a fluffy towel, but you are getting a little worn out now. Daddy is finally feeling more himself too, and takes up the task of drying you both off.

When you both slip into bed you are both wondering what to do but the exhaustion of the night takes over. It can wait till morning.

💙

You wake up to his kisses on your face, you both smell of your chosen shower gel and you feel absolutely warm and safe.

You spend the morning in bed, discussing safe words and perhaps a new way of expressing discomfort when words are hard. That makes you both happy. And he thanks you with endless kisses and praise for taking such good care of him when he was feeling sad.

You spend the rest of the morning tucked up with him in bed, and the worries of the night before have long gone....

[nova2kss]

Wondering if you could do a fic with connie who is clingy and obsessed with the reader some fluff and smut if possible 😊

ofc i can bae!

pairings: domincan!connie x black fem!reader

cw: smut, fluff, cursing,pet names, squirting

Novas notes: not proofread, thanks for the request and keep em coming 😘, minors dni, support black blogs!

"connie if i have to tell you one more tim-"

" shhh" your boyfriend put his finger to your lips

you had some work to do and he had been touching up on you all from the time you woke up, to the time you sat down at your desk to attempt to finish your essay.

" i just wanna be your skin mami" he spoke again, he got on his knees under the desk just so he can wrap his arms around your belly.

you just sighed at the clingy acts of you're boyfriend, it wasn't anything new

he's been like this since forever.

"i know baby and you can be as soon as i finish this essay, yea?" you said rubbing his freshly dyed buzz cut.

" mhm mhm" he shook his head laying it againt your stomach again

" i can be with you while you finish this essay" his hands were rubbing up against your bare back, now under the over-sized shirt you wore you shivered from how cold his hands were"

"connie, baby the more you distract me, the longer its gonna take me to finish and then i cant give you all the attention you want."

"i don't careee" he looked up at you

"constance-" you tried to respond but he cut you off by lifting up your shirt and putting his head on your stomach.

" i just wanna touch you mami"

you sighed defeated knowing your boyfriend wasn't gonna let up what so ever and decide to finish typing your essay

or atleast attempt to.

you couldn't focus with the way connie was licking and sucking everywhere on your stomach no matter how hard you tried not to pay attention to him.

he was constantly removing one inch of your hard flesh with a pop and moving on the the next with a long lick across

and the way he was groaning against your skin while pulling you closer to him was really getting to your head, and your core.

"constance." you said as you stop typing to look down at your man that was still under your shirt

'' shit, you smell so good' he said with a small laugh before continuing to attack your stomach

"COnstance oh my god" you yelped trying to scold him but it turned out more needy than anything. when he bit the inside of your panty line

when he heard you get louder he quickly gripped your panties with his teeth and took his hands from around your waist to place them on the ends of your shirt.

he slowly took of your panties with his teeth to reveal the sticky arousal coating you're slit and the chair below you.

and you had utterly disregarded everything about that essay and you were no focused on the man whose head was in between your breathing against your throbbing clit.

he started by kissing on your thighs to right above your clit making you whine

"connie pleasee"

he lifted your shirt up

" you gotta show me where you want me to lick it mami, can you do that for me?" he said while inserting his long finger into you making you moan out.

" can you ma?"

" yessss... fuck yes!" you threw your head back from the immense amount of pleasure you got from his one finger alone

" yea ma show me where you want it" he said kissing at you're thighs before spitting on your clit ripping out another moan.

"mhm hmm" he mumbled incoherent words while slowly kissing down your thighs and lifting your leg onto your shoulder before he came up

" put me where you want me" he said sticking his tongue which gave you a good look at the little pink metal ball sitting right at the tip of his tounge.

you grabbed the back of his head and brought him straight to your dripping essence before putting his tongue right on your slit which made him lick a long stripe up.

you could feel that metal ball on your swollen clit and it made you moan from the friction your core ached for.

from there he took the lead inserting another finger into you and full on making out with your clit

he took his fingers out of your hole before sinking his tongue into it.

if he was gonna taste you he wanted all of you.

"ngugg fuckkk connie.. oh my goddd fuck!"

your hands still centered at the back of his hand pushing his head deeper into your pussy

his nose brushing right against your clit not even giving himself a chance to breathe, he hooked his arms onto your arms and pulled you closer to his face.

he just wanted to indulge in you, he loved everything about you and he seriously just wanted to be in your skin all hours of the day.

and they way he was moaning into your core while slobbering and suckering all on your clit was enough to make you let him.

"a-ah fuckkkk.... im gonna cummm"

he looked at you taking in your beautiful features looking all fucked out, mouth agape, eyes rolled, head thrown back, while you were gripping everything you could.

he put both of your legs around his neck so he could catch all the sweet juices that were getting ready to flow over all into his face and god knows he could wait

so he flicked the metal ball even faster against your clit waiting for his paradise to come flowing into his face.

and it did.

the way moaned his named as you came undone was so heavenly to him

" oh shit.. thats right mami put all that shit in my face"

he dove back into your core trying to catch all the juices making you scream from the over stimulation.

he was moaning against you until you pushed his shoulders, which made him come up with a laugh.

" look at this big ass mess you made baby" he said laughing, you looked up at him noticing how damn near his whole face was soaked including his sweats which you noticed the big bulge in, and the floor.

" damn i drowned you huh?" you responded laughing at how wet he was

he got up and picked you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

" yup" he said with a big grin on his face making you laugh, because he was genuinely so happy about getting soaked in your juices.

he tossed you on the bed

" now do it again but on my dick"

novas notes: did we like it? lmfoaoa , also i wrote this in one day which was surprising asfk

[lumibuns-blog]

Gossiping with Shoko

Nanami x reader

Since there were no other girls in your first year class at jujitsu tech, you loved to gossip with your senior Shoko Ieri, the only problem? She was constantly accompanied by Gojo and Geto who had nothing better to do but join in on the conversation.

"Sooo y/n I just have to ask, who do you likeeee" Shoko smirked

"You mean like, like like?" You blushed

"Well its obviously her very handsome senior, the most powerful Gojo Satoru" Gojo sighed leaning back with his hands against his head.

"Ummm definitely not" you respond

Geto laughed and Gojo poked him aggressively. You thought for a moment. Haibara was kind but you definitely didn't see him in that way. You had other friends at your school but the one person you could see yourself with was the shy first year. The one who always knew what you wanted from the vending machines, the one you couldn't take your eye off of in class, the one who could seem to look you in the eye.

"Umm maybe...Nanami" you smiled looking down

The three faced with a dumbfounded look

"NANAMIN?" Gojo shouted

"Look y/n I know everyone has their own tastes but really, Nanami?" Geto sighed

"Guys stop being jerks" Shoko scolded, she turned towards you "so Nanami Kento huh? What about him?"

"Well unlike you two-" you glared at Geto and Gojo who were still laughing their asses off "he is really compassionate and gentle, and he knows things about me with having to tell him, oh and he's usually so calm and collected, and-"

You stopped and looked up to see the others smirking at you, you yourself hadn't realized how much you liked about Nanami.

"Well I guess I'll have to be your wing woman" Shoko said, her hands on her hips "and these two-" she whipped around to face the two idiots "will have to stay out of it"

You smiled, happy to have Shoko as a friend and excited just to see your crush later in class.

Little did you know Nanami had been listening on accident around the corner, with a blush he didn't think he could get rid of before he saw you again.

(Mwah I love my bbg😘)

[whyanne4]

Daylight

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Note: I can’t comment on any posts (I’ve written to tumblr for help) so If you comment on my post and I don’t respond that’s why :)

Tag-list: @mindflay3r

Masterlist

2019

yourusername:

liked by charles_leclerc, beyonce and 9 024 358 others

yourusername:

The day is here! Stream Lover on all platforms today. This album is my heart and soul poured into melodies, capturing the love I share with my forever love and muse, Charles.

Every song is a journey through our story, the lyrics describe how utterly and irrevocably in love I am with this man. He came into my life during some of my darkest times like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. Charles, I once believed love would be burning red like a fire, intense and short lived but you've shown me that it's golden like daylight, soft and long lasting. Thank you for choosing me to be your forever love.❤️

view comments:

blakelively: What a beautiful album!🩷

charles_leclerc: Couldn't be prouder of you mon amour❤️

pierregasly: Amazing album, still can't believe it's about Charles but oh well🤷‍♂️

- yourusername: hahahah thank you Pear🤩

- charles_leclerc: really Pierre🙁

scuderiaferrari: We will be playing it on repeat in the garage for the foreseable future

- mercedesamgf1: smae

- redbullracing: same

- tororosso: same

- alfaromeostake: same

- mclaren: same

- icemanfan: I love how all the teams love Y/N🤣

slaybastianvettel: This album!!!!! I NEED MYSELF A CHARLES RIGHT TF NOW!!!

y/n_culture: I've never seen her this happy. She literally wrote an entire love album, not song, ALBUM for him!!😭

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, arthur_leclerc and 1 824 932 others

charles_leclerc: My wonderful girlfriend just released her newest album Lover. Go listen to it on all platforms today!

Y/N, your talent and your grace is unbelievable. The things you've accomplished are incredible and you deserve every bit of praise and success that the world has to offer. It's an honor to have been the inspiration for this album and to have the privilege of being by your side.❤️

view comments:

yourusername: My forever❤️

arthur_leclerc: cheesy🥴

- charles_leclerc: Shut up Arthur🙄

danielricciardo: What you did to deserve that girl is beyond me🧐

liked by charles_leclerc

charles_lec_lec: Damn he's a keeper😍

- lando_bbg: he's the blueprint fr😍

Honey_daniel: I want what they have🤧

pierregasly:

liked by yourusername, charles_leclers and 838 347 others

pierregsaly: Go check out Y/N new album full of extremely cheesy songs about her and Charles. I never thought I would like the girl that stole my best friend but turns out she is 100x cooler than him. 😎

view comments:

yourusername: thx ig🤨

- pierregasly: you're very welcome🤩

charles_leclerc: Why are everyone bullying me??😅

- yourusername: sorry baby, you just make it so easy to😘

- arthur_leclerc: because you suck

- trybeingredbull: omg Athur💀

- may_leclercish: Her and Pierre 🤧

arthur_leclerc:

liked by yourusername, pierregasly and 237 824 others

arthur_leclerc: so my (future) sister (in law) just dropped an album about my brother which is absolutely disgusting but it's pretty good, 10/10 would recommend!

view comments:

yourusername: Arthur... what is that picture of me??😀

- arthur_leclerc: just wanted to capture your esscence and natural beauty😘😘

- yourusername: I hate you

- arthur_leclerc: no you don't😘

- yourusername: no I don't🫶

ferrarigalsunite: the way he put "future" and "in law" in parentacies because he sees her as a sister. Brb just gonna cry for a bit🤧

charles_leclerc: did you steal my banana costume??😃

- yourusername: noOoo, I would never do such a thing🤠