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Unnie's Surprise

Naoi Rei, Park Sooyoung (Joy) x Male Reader

Tags: (a little) anal, ball sucking, (lots of) blowjob, birthday surprise, blindfolds, creampies, cute vs slut, dirty talking, dom/sub, facefucking, facesitting, head stomping, mouth stretching, oil, (lots of) riding, rough sex, screaming, squatting, threesome, titfucking, twerking, tying up, wax play

Word count: 5578

It sounded straight out of a fairytale that the person who inspired Rei to follow an idol career had become one of her closest confidants. But that's exactly what happened, as Joy proved to be the perfect friendly unnie Rei has needed.

"Happy birthday, Rei-chan, I'm preparing a surprise for you" Joy texted Rei after her group's comeback showcase. "What type of surprise?" Rei asks her unnie. "Come with me and you will find out," Joy answers.

Joy took Rei for shopping as the two girls enjoyed spending time together. After a lots of eating, drinking and spending, Joy and Rei went to the lingerie store, where her unnie started taking some very expensive pieces for Rei to test.

"Take the one that fits the best with you; I'll pay it; that's my birthday gift to you," Joy says. "Thanks, Joy unnie," Rei kindly answers as she picks a red lingerie set perfectly to flaunt her big tits. Joy follows, picking a velvet-colored lingerie to match with her younger friend.

"Red and velvet," Joy tells Rei. "Now, it's time to go home; the surprise is waiting for you, Rei-chan," Joy says as she drives Rei to her apartment. "I'm really nervous, unnie," Rei says. "Don't be; I know you'll really enjoy it," Joy replies.

"We are coming; hide yourself," Joy texts you as she gets closer to her apartment. As soon as both girls arrive, Joy puts a blindfold on Rei's big eyes. "I can't spoil the surprise," she says. Joy guides Rei to her closet and instructs her younger friend. "Take your clothes off and put on the lingerie I gifted you," she says. "Okay, unnie," Rei says, still not understanding what is going on.

"Sit down," Joy says as she guides Rei to a chair in her bedroom. The surprise is right beside her but Rei obviosly can't see a thing, as Joy walks in your direction, you already naked and showing off your muscular frame and big fat cock.

Joy grabs your cock while you grab her big ass in response, you two carefully not saying any words, just trying to push Rei to guess what the surprise is by the noises you two are making. "What are you doing?" Rei asks as she hears a noise once Joy starts to stroke your cock. "Don't worry about it, baby," she answers.

Joy gets on her knees and slowly starts sucking your cock. Although she moves very silently, it's impossible for her not to make some sloppy noises as she enjoys your meat in her throat. You can tell how amazing she is, as Joy hits all the spots of your cock, thanks to years of experience sucking rods of all sizes.

A louder noise comes out of Joy's mouth as your cock pops out of it, her stroking it firmly with both hands and licking your shaft and tip before deep-throating it a little. She looks at a blindfolded Rei, throwing her a big smile as the noises of her sucking your cock get louder, Joy now moving into licking your balls and letting out a couple of moans, before getting back up and kissing you, then going back down and giving it one final warm-up to your cock as she lets you slide it between her bra and gives her a very slow-paced clothed titfucking.

Joy walks you in Rei's direction. "The surprise is here," she says. "Open your mouth," she continues, moving Rei's head in your direction and impaling it on your cock.

Rei starts sucking your cock. "Feel that hard cock in your mouth," Joy instructs her, pushing her face to bob her head on your meat. "You look so sexy sucking it," Joy says as Rei gets sloppier. "That's amazing; look how badly you want this cock," she tells her young friend while she kisses you.

"Get on that fucking dick, choke on it, deepthroat that fucking cock," Joy keeps commanding Rei as the Japanese girl moves her head faster and faster against yours. "Choke on it," Joy says it again, enjoying the gagging sounds coming out of Rei's mouth. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah," Joy says as you slap your cock in Rei's cute face.

Saliva runs out of Rei's chin as she keeps choking on your cock. Joy stays behind her, watching her moan. "You want that big cock, don't you?" she asks Rei. "Yes, unnie," Rei answers as she concentrates on sucking your cock while Joy runs her hands over Rei's hair.

"Wanna see your big surprise, Rei-chan?" Joy asks her. "Yes, unnie," Rei once again answers as Joy uncovers her blindfolds. "Holy shit, it's so huge," she says, in awe of the size of your cock. "Look at her beautiful eyes; she's craving it," Joy says to you as she lets Rei slobber all over your cock.

"Suck like you mean it, make that fucking cock wet," Joy commands Rei as her saliva is already running down her big tits. Joy comes in and decides to have a taste herself, licking the side of your shaft while Rei takes on your balls, before deepthroating it. "Look, Rei, this is how you take it balls deep," she says, letting Rei move up and down your shaft while Joy licks your balls now.

"Looks like she's quickly getting used to that big fucking cock," Joy says as Rei manages to deepthroat your shaft for the first time. Joy then wraps the blindfold over your pole like a ribbon, teasing Rei. "Is it the best gift I could give to my young friend?" she asks. "Yes, unnie, I love it," Rei answers as she keeps bobbing her head on your cock.

Rei and Joy take turns deepthroating your cock, each girl trying to outdo each other. "Such a perfect cock, do you want more of it, Rei-chan?" Joy asks. "Yes, unnie," Rei answers. "Then follow my lead," she continues as she takes her bra off and takes Rei's too. "Sure, unnie, I'll do everything you ask," Rei answers her.

Joy brings Rei into a lounge chair, putting her upside down as she ties the young Japanese girl to it, putting chains on her waist and cuffing her wrists while putting another blindfold back on her. Joy removes Rei's panties and starts to eat her pussy out as you watch. "Ahhhhh," the young Japanese moans.

You and Joy dive to suck Rei's big tits together, making the young girl moan a bit more before you two kiss each other. "Your tits taste so good, Rei-chan," Joy tells her as she kisses Rei as well while you massage the Japanese girl's meaty pussy.

"You know what else tastes good, Rei-chan?" Joy asks her. "No, show me, Joy unnie," she answers as Joy takes her panties off as well and sits her fat ass on Rei's face while you play with Rei's big tits. "Lick it, Rei-chan," Joy says as her pussy lips interlock with Rei's mouth, letting her savor it while you play with Joy's tits and spread her cheeks. Rei moves up, eating Joy's butthole while you make her ass shake on her face. "Does it taste good, Rei-chan?" Joy asks.

Joy moves over for you to have your fun as you rub your cock in Rei's cute face. She licks your balls and tries to take it in her mouth despite not seeing anything. On the other side of the chair, you reach to finger Joy's needy pussy while Rei tries to throat your cock.

You fuck Rei's face hard. "You want that cock, don't you, slutty birthday girl?" you ask as the saliva in her mouth runs all over her blindfold. Joy comes in and pours some oil on her friend's body, rubbing Rei's pussy and tits as you jerk your cock off to the scene.

Joy brings Rei's tits together, massaging them a bit. "Pick that candle," she tells you, who oblige. "Now pour the wax all over her tits," Joy commands. You follow her instructions, enjoying the moans coming out of Rei's mouth as she feels the heat on her big tits. You slowly move down into her midriff, pouring more hot wax on it and a little more on Joy's tits.

Joy rubs her tits against Rei's, making her friend even more excited as she fingers Rei's pussy while you get on top of her, ready to fuck Rei's wax-filled big tits. Joy deepthroats your cock, providing you the saliva you need to easily slide between Rei's huge udders.

"Ahhhh," Rei moans as she moves her head forward to take on your cock while you titfuck her. "Oh my God, you look so hot taking on that cock," Joy whispers in her ear, coming to the side to kiss your shaft while it moves between Rei's tits. "Time to see more of it," Joy says, removing Rei's blindfold once again.

"Are you ready to take on this cock?" Joy asks Rei. "Yes, unnie," Rei answers. "Then let's go to bed," Joy says, freeing Rei up from the chair with your help. "Bend over," Joy instructs Rei, who follows.

"AHHHHH," Rei screams as you quickly stick your cock in her meaty pussy from behind, pumping it fast from the start while she dives for Joy's pussy. "Eat that pussy," Joy commands as Rei is on all fours in bed, serving her unnie while your cock smashes her pussy hard and deep.

"Such a good pussy, yeah," you tell Rei as you pump it. Seeing her on all fours makes you push for full submission as you put your right foot straight on Rei's cute head and stomp on it while pounding her. "Take that, you fucking slut," you tell her.

"YEAH, FUCK," Rei screams as she gets her pussy plowed and her head stomped, fingering her cunt while you keep pumping. "Tell me how good it feels," Joy asks Rei as she comes close to her. "OHHHHH, OHHHHHH," is all Rei can answer, moaning and screaming as your cock keeps drilling her pussy.

"Fuck, her pussy is so tight," you say as Rei squeezes your cock hard inside her walls. "Is he going to make you cum?" Joy asks Rei. "Yeah, yeah, unnie," she answers, barely able to say any words as your foot crushes her head.

"Lick that fucking foot, yeah," you tell Rei. "You heard him, lick it, baby girl," Joy commands, using her hands to push Rei's head against the bedsheets while you move your foot to the side and give Joy a kiss. "Look at her, a perfect submissive fucktoy," Joy tells you as she lies on top of Rei's ass and sucks your cock to taste her young friend's juices.

Joy licks Rei's asshole and fingers her friend's pussy while her hands keep smashing Rei's head. "Look at this fuckdoll," you say to her as you keep pumping Rei. "AHHHHH," Rei screams, completely immobilized as both of you freely use her.

"Damn, she's really one of the best pussies I've fucked, you weren't lying," you tell Joy about Rei. "See, you should trust me," Joy says, bobbing her head on your cock as you briefly pull out of Rei and then spanking her friend's asss.

"AHHHHHH," Rei screams again as Joy hits her butt. "Looks like she's begging to be used, take control and fuck her like an animal," Joy commands as she moves in front of Rei, letting you have full control of the young japanese girl, grabbing her waist and hitting her with powerful thrusts. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Rei screams. You grab her mouth and stretch it open while stretching her pussy out. "Do you like being a free use fucktoy?" Joy asks her.

"YES, UNNIE, I LOVE BEING USED LIKE A FUCKTOY, AHHHHHH!" Rei screams as she gets pounded hard. Joy puts her fingers in her friend's mouth. "Take that cock, show him you're a good bitch," she says. "YES, UNNIE, YES, FUCKKK," Rei screams.

"Fuck her harder," Joy instructs you. "Like that?" you ask her as you push your cock deep inside Rei with even more force and speed. "Yeah, use her just like that," Joy answers. "AHHHHHH," Rei screams as you clap her cheeks hard, Joy offering her tits for her friend to cope with the heat you put in her pussy. "Suck those titties," she tells Rei, playing with them as she shoves them on her friend's face.

"MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, AHHHHH," Rei screams as you destroy her pussy at full speed. "OH YEAH," she screams as you spank her ass hard and pump her pussy more than ever. "You love that, don't you, little slut?" Joy asks her. "YESS, UNNIE, FUCKKKK, I'M CUMMING," Rei answers as she wets the bedsheets.

"Sniff that fat ass," Joy instructs Rei, who buries her face between her unnie's cheeky butt as you push her hard against Joy's hot body with your powerful thrusts. Rei moans hard, but it gets muffled by Joy's folds as she eats her unnie's pussy and sniffs her asshole. As Joy spreads her cheeks, Rei moves up, fingering Joy's cunt while she tongues her asshole with you completely mounted on top of her, Rei losing her breath between Joy's fuckholes.

"Wanna learn how to ride a big fat cock?" Joy asks Rei. "Yes, unnie," she promptly answers. "Stand up, Rei-chan, let me show you," Joy says as she pushes you back to the lounge chair, sitting on your cock in a reverse cowgirl position that gives you a perfect view of her fat ass.

Joy doesn't give you any relief, squatting and twerking on your cock hard from the start. Rei is in awe, watching her unnie impale herself full of your cock with complete ease, bouncing up and down it as if it was just a regular exercise to her. But Joy doesn't even give her time to think about it, as she quickly reaches to lick her young friend's wet folds.

"Let me see how this cock tastes on that pussy while I bounce on it," Joy says as she picks up the pace. "Ahhhh, ahhhh," Rei softly moans as Joy eats her pussy to perfection. You grab Joy's big ass, admiring the way it bounces on your cock, her alternating sensual moves with hard squats and some fast twerking, never losing sight of Rei's pussy.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," Joy moans as she bends her body forward into Rei's cunt while squatting hard on your cock, pressing you against the chair. You groan hard, trying to contain the urge to bust in Joy's tight pussy that squeezes your cock perfectly, all that while she squats hard on it.

"You love my big fat ass bouncing on that cock, don't you?" Joy asks you as she shows no mercy for your cock, riding it at an insane pace now. Rei keeps moaning as Joy now moves into sucking her big tits. Licking those boobs make Joy go feral, her activing the full twerking mode on your cock and forcing you to briefly pull out not to cum.

"You're such a good slut, teaching your friend so well," you tell Joy, giving her ass a spank as she resumes riding your cock. You grab her cheeks but just can't stop Joy's madness, as she twerks faster and faster on your cock. "You wanna cum in that pussy, baby boy?" she asks you, increasing the pace of her twerking even further.

"Ohhh, fuckkk," you groan as you can no longer resist the urge of bursting your load in Joy's tight pussy. She spreads her legs, letting your cum drip out of her pussy into your crotch while you tap her pussy with your shaft. "You fucking slut, you're gonna pay for it," you tell Joy.

"Then make me pay, fuck that pussy hard," Joy tells you as you get up from the chair. You put Joy back in bed, stacking Rei's body on top of her and clapping Joy's cheeks hard, pounding her cream-filled pussy. "Fucking cumslut, this is what you deserve," you tell her. You then switch to Rei's pussy, taking turns fucking both girls on top of each other.

"Time to bounce on that cock," Joy instructs Rei as she moves her to the side. You climb back onto the bed, lying on it as you give room for Rei to sit on your dick. "Let's see if you learned my lesson," Joy tells her.

"Oh my God, yes, it's so big and deep in my pussy," Rei says as she tries to adjust herself to your big cock impaling her. "Let's go, girl, take it deep in that pussy," Joy tells her as she spits on it.

Rei moves slow at first but quickly adjusts as Joy incentivizes her with a few spankings on her ass. "Oh my fucking god," Rei moans, still shocked at your length. "Feel that fucking cock, don't be afraid," Joy tells her as she lines up behind Rei and massages your balls.

Rei steadily bounces faster and faster on your cock, much to Joy's enjoyment. "Good girl, show him you can be his little bitch; that cock is so fucking delicious, isn't it?" Joy asks. "YESSSS, UNNIE," Rei answers.

Rei's cheeks clap hard against your hips as she lets it loose on your cock. "Are you trying to twerk just like your slutty unnie?" Joy asks her. "Yes, yes, yes, unnie, FUCKKK," Rei answers as your cock hits her cervix.

"Let's go girl, bounce on that dick," Joy whispers on Rei's ear. "OH FUCK," the japanese girl screams as you spank her ass and your cock keeps hitting her deeper and deeper. Rei tries to mimick Joy's twerking. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," she screams, struggling with your cock.

"Take her all the way," Joy tells you as you grab Rei's body and push it in your direction, thrusting upwards against her meaty pussy. "Good, good, good, take it, take it, take it," Joy instructs her. "AHHHHH," Rei screams again. "OH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN UNNIE," she screams again.

Joy watches with a big smile on her face as you drill Rei's pussy and spank her ass. "Let me taste that fucking pussy," Joy says, taking your cock out of Rei's cunt for a bit. "I want you to put it back, unnie," Rei begs. "Hmmm, look how needy you are for that cock," Joy says.

Joy gives Rei what she wants, slowly moving your shaft in the direction of her pussy. "Keep going, Rei-chan, ride that fucking cock," Joy orders as she gives Rei a little tap on her butt. "Oh my fucking God," Rei says as she quickly gets reminded of how big your length is.

"YEAHHHH," Rei screams as she twerks on your cock. "Trying to bounce on that dick like your slutty unnie, I see," Joy tells her. "Yes, I want to be a big fucking slut just like you, Joy unnie," Rei confirms, picking up the pace and riding a cock in a way she had never done before, motivated by Joy's filthy talk.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Rei screams each time her hips hit the bottom of your cock. Joy helps her, rubbing some lube on Rei's body and spitting on your cock as she jerks it off outside Rei's pussy, the Japanese girl so anxious she now twerks in the air. "Want more of this big fucking dick?" Joy asks her. "Yes, please, unnie, put it back inside," Rei begs.

"Grind on it, beg for it," Joy tells Rei as she rubs your cock between her cheeks. She teases her young friend, faking putting your cock back in Rei's pussy just to put it in her mouth and have a taste of it.

"Take it all," Joy instructs Rei as she frantically bounces on your cock. You meet Rei's bounces with hard thrusts up her pussy. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP," she screams. "You told me you wanted this cock; don't back down," Joy tells her. "AHHHHH," Rei's ass gets spanked hard as Joy runs her hands over her friend's body. "THIS FUCKING COCK IS SO FUCKING GOOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" she screams, Joy giving her a naughty smile and proud of her young protégé.

Rei strokes your cock and taps it against her ass before giving in to one final sensual ride as she lets you rub your hands on her ass. Joy licks her chops. Unable to resist the urge to ride your cock, she takes Rei's place and starts bouncing on it, her friend rubbing and spanking her fat ass.

"OH YES, FUCK IT, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. YEAH, AHHH, FUCKKK," Joy moans loudly as she bounces hard on your cocks on Rei's watch. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, HOLY FUCK," she screams loudly, Rei grabbing your shaft from her pussy to lick it before she rubs it against her unnie's cheeks. Joy twerks again, Rei spitting all over her ass before you pump your cock upwards. "OH FUCK, YES, YES," Joy screams so loud you are forced to spank her bouncy tits and big butt. "SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING SLUT," you tell her.

But that only makes Joy push hard; she twerks on your cock like there is no tomorrow. Rei watches in awe, helping Joy move her hips down your cock. "HOLY FUCK, YES, FUCK THIS PUSSY, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING COCK, YES, YES," Joy keeps screaming, Rei rubbing her hands on her unnie's asshole now. "YES, THAT'S THE FUCKING SPOT," Joy yells as she moves fast on your cock, before slowing down after screaming so much she runs out of breath.

You pull out of Joy not to cum for a second time, and Rei quickly chimes in to taste your cock. Joy soon joins her, both girls fighting for every inch of that shaft and using their naughty tongues. "You're so fucking beautiful sucking this big fat cock," Joy tells Rei as she lets her young friend deepthroat you, before doing it herself, grabbing your balls and shoving it deep in her mouth as well.

"Wanna ride on this pole one more time?" Joy asks Rei. "Yes, unnie," Rei answers again. Rei lines up in a reverse cowgirl, Joy licking her big tits as her protégé bounces on your cock a second time. "You look so fucking sexy bouncing on that cock," Joy tells her as Rei moves really close, her cheeks making a loud noise every time she gets down on your crotch.

"UHHHHH SHITTTT, WHAT THE FUCK, TI'S SO BIG," Rei screams loudly as you pump up her pussy. Joy loves it, smiling at her as she keeps sucking Rei's milky tits. "You like being used like his little bitch, Rei-chan?" Joy asks her. "YES, UNNIE, FUCK, USE ME," she begs, your thrusts getting faster and faster in Rei's young pussy, her reaching to finger her clit while her big tits bounce out of control.

"KEEP PUSHING, KEEP PUSHING, FUCK YEAH, I'M GONNA CUM," Rei screams as she squirts all over your cock, quickly rushing to taste her pussy. Joy comes in as well, giving her best friend a hot kiss. "Hmmm, that pussy tastes so good on your meaty lips," she tells Rei.

"I want to fuck the shit out of you," Rei tells you as she bobs her head all over your cock like a mad girl. "That's the spirit, the cute girl turning into a dirty slut," Joy tells her as she challenges Rei for another sloppy blowjob session and tongue kisses her young friend. Rei quickly answers with a deepthroat that sends you over the edge. "Oh fuck, throat that dick," you tell her.

"Fuck me, please, I want you to fuck me," Rei begs as she gets on all fours in bed. Joy spreads her cheeks, and your cock, full of saliva, easily slides into Rei's young cunt. "Keep fucking me, yes, yes, yes, OH MY GODDDD," Rei begs. "Give it to her, just like that," Joy commands. "You asked for it, Rei-chan, now you're going to take it," she continues.

"FUCKKKK," Rei screams as she gets her cheeks clapped, Joy looking at you naughtily as you pump her friend's pussy. "Fill that fucking pussy," she tells you, who follows her orders. "Make her cum, make her fucking cum," Joy keeps instructing as you hit Rei's ass. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO HUGE," the Japanese girl screams.

Joy laughs as she spits on Rei's asshole. "Cum on that dick," she says. You fully top Rei, pounding her at a prone bone psition. "OH MY GOD I'M GONNA TAP OUT," Rei screams, rolling her eyes as Joy's got a big smile in her face watch her friend get obliterated, almost falling off the bed. "FUCKKKKK," Rei screams again.

"It tastes so amazing," Joy says as you finish fucking Rei. "Let me take my turn," she continues, letting you grab her fat ass and push it towards your shaft while Rei massages her friend's butt. "I can't wait for that big fat cock deep inside me," Joy says as she puts her ass up.

"OH YES, EVERY FUCKING INCH, HOLY FUCK," Joy begs as you thrust your cock into her pussy. "Spread it," you tell Rei, who grabs your cock for a little sucking before she puts it back in her unnie's pussy. "Oh yes, taste that fucking cock from my pussy," she orders to Rei, who bobs her head like crazy on it, trying to taste every drop from her unnie's juices.

Rei spreads Joy's cheeks as her unnie gets louder and louder. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Joy screams. "That is so sexy," Rei tells you as you push harder and harder into Joy's pussy. "FUCK HARDER, FUCK HARDER," Joy begs, you grabbing her waist and manhandling her pear-shaped body, tapping her ass in the process as you get more and more animalistic. "YES, DRILL THAT FUCKING PUSSY, AHHHHH," Joy screams as you kiss Rei and play with her big tits.

"Look at her shaking," Rei notices as Joy starts trembling, collapsing into orgasm as she is barely able to move. Rei is right there to take your cock once again in her mouth all by herself, leaving her unnie with the sloppy seconds. "You like this gift, don't you?" Joy asks Rei. "Of course, unnie," Rei says.

"I want you to cum inside me, ok? I want you to cum deep inside me," Rei tells you. Joy sucks your cock in preparation, deepthroating it to the fullest before she lets Rei slide on top of her. "I want to see that fucking cum dripping all over my mouth," Joy tells her, putting her face right in Rei's pussy as your cock slides inside it, licking her friend's clit.

"Oh my God, OH MY GOD, KEEP POUNDING ME DEEP," Rei begs as you show no mercy for her young cunt. Neither does Joy, who tongues her folds like crazy, making Rei's walls tighten even further. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, you're so deep in me," Rei moans as she grits her teeth. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop, AHHHH," she says.

You give your cock to Joy a bit before getting back to Rei, grabbing her waist hard and slapping her ass. Her big tits bounce uncontrollably and hit Joy's below her. "Deeper, deeper, OH SHIT!" Rei begs. Joy pinches her friend's tits from underneath, Rei's body getting used hard, you treating her like a fucktoy. She moves her hips, trying to meet your thrusts, but you're just too strong.

"Are you ready for me to cum on that pussy?" you ask Rei. "YES, PLEASE, FILL THAT PUSSY, CUM INSIDE ME, OH FUCK!" Rei screams as she gets drilled hard. "CUM DEEP IN THAT PUSSY, PLEASE BABY, CUM IN ME," she keeps begging as you keep pounding, Rei panting as she loses her breath and gets more and more exhausted.

"Please, please, I want you to fill me up," Rei begs one more time. "Ohhhh," you suddenly groan, indicating that her tight walls finally made you give in and fill her pussy. "Oh yes," Joy notices it as she's very excited, lining up her mouth with Rei's pussy as your cum drips straight from the Japanese girl's pussy into Joy's mouth, her taking it all the way in her mouth.

Rei turns around as she and Joy swap your cum. "Happy birthday, Rei-chan. Did you like my gift?" Joy asked her. "Wow, this was the best gift I could ever have, unnie," Rei tells her as they share kisses while you watch them, before Joy interrupts Rei with one last request.

"Would you mind if I used your gift for one last encore?" Joy asks Rei.

"Go ahead, unnie," Rei says.

"Do you still have enough to cum in my ass? I want to teach her how to be a good anal slut," Joy tells you.

"Always a pleasure to fuck this big fat ass," you tell Joy.

"Then come here, put it in," Joy says. "Come here, Rei-chan, eat my pussy while he fucks my ass," Joy commands as she gets herself between the lounge chair, Rei with her tongue in her folds while you stick your cock in Joy's butthole. "So fucking tight, like always," you tell her.

"Oh yeah," Joy says as she feels her asshole get filled up with Rei's tongue in her pussy. You grab. "Oh shit, that's right, fuck yeah, so good, so good, so fucking hot," Joy softly moans as you thrust deep in her ass intensely. "Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she moans, her clit getting wetter as Rei tongues it.

"Come here, taste your unnie's dirty asshole," you tell Rei, feeding your cock in her mouth a bit. "Oh that's so sexy," Joy says as she watches her young friend deepthroat it before you put it back in her ass, thrusting really hard and make her tits bounce a lot.

"FUCK YEAH, DESTROY THAT BIG ASS," Joy screams as she commands you. Rei leans her head on the chair, watching her unnie being a big butt anal slut in front of her. Rei reaches to grab Joy's bouncy boobs, her unnie taking your cock in her big ass like a champion.

"I wanna taste your fucking cock. I wanna taste unnie's ass," Rei begs you as you pull your cock out of Joy once again and shove it in her nasty mouth. "Does it taste good, Rei-chan?" Joy asks. "It tastes amazing, unnie," Rei says.

"Come here, spread your unnie's ass for me," you say to Rei; she quickly follows your command, helping your cock slide easier into Joy's tight butthole. "How tight is it?" Rei asks you. "Very tight, I need you to spit on it," you tell her. Rei follows it perfectly, as her saliva meets Joy's ass crack and disappears inside her anus.

"Unnie looks so pretty getting fucked in the ass," Rei tells you as you keep pushing your cock deeper into Joy's backdoor, feeding your cock to Rei from time to time to ease the pressure of Joy's asshole on your cock. "AH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Joy screams as your hips hit her cheeks, making her ass have an amazing recoil.

"Spit on it; I need a lot of it," you tell Rei, offering your cock to her as she deepthroats it. "OH MY GOD," Joy screams as you stay determined to fuck her ass until you fill it up, reaching to rub Rei's own asshole while you pound her unnie's.

"AHHHH FUCK YEAH," Joy moans as you take complete control of her, stretching her mouth and using her like an anal fleshlight. "AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," is all she can say as you get closer and closer. "Spit in her gape," you tell Rei, enjoying as her saliva disappears inside Joy's anus.

You push up the heat, mounting on top of Joy, pinning her against the chair, penetrating her asshole at a straight angle like a raging bull. "Watch and learn, Rei-chan; this is how sluts get fucked in the ass," you tell Rei. Joy gets her sexy body smashed against the chair at each thrust you give her, not taking your cock balls deep in her tight asshole. Rei lines up to the side of her, Joy stretching her face to reach for her friend's big boobs.

"Come here, Rei-chan, watch me cum in your unnie's asshole," you tell the birthday girl as you get closer and closer. Joy's asshole squeezes your cock harder than ever, making you burst for the third and final time, you pulling out just in time to cover her fat ass cheeks and let some of it spill into Rei's mouth.

"This is my final gift to you, Rei-chan; clean your unnie's fat ass," you tell Rei, who obliges and sweeps her tongue all over Joy's big butt. As soon as she finishes it, Joy gets up and starts getting herself dressed again.

"I have to go now, Rei-chan. Happy birthday and have a great comeback. Hope you enjoyed my gifts," she says.

"You're the best unnie ever. I'm only here because of you, and now you're one of my best friends. I can't believe how lucky I am," she tells Joy, kissing her and letting tears of joy spill from her eyes.

"I am so lucky to have you too, Rei-chan."

[ranikyani]

You Don’t Know My Name

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black Reader MDNI.

Summary: Terry comes into your diner every. single. day. He don't even know what he's doing to you. Or does he?

Word count: 6.4k. This is a one shot with no planned sequel.

A/N: Got this idea the tiktok from the mufasa premiere... (yall know which one I'm talking about)

You enter the diner at 6 am sharp, the rising sun hasn’t even started lighting the morning sky just yet. As always, you start the coffee, unlock the back door for the delivery drivers, and set off to work. In the back of your mind you hear your best friend cussing you for having the doors unlocked knowing you’ll be alone for at least 20 minutes before your coworkers start showing up. But in a busy city like this, the yns are still sleep, and anyone awake at this hour is too focused on their own hustle to rob you. 

The night crew, per usual, has done a shitty job closing. You wipe down tables, and do another sweep of the floor, finding balled up napkins from last night’s patrons wedged along the floor where the metal trim of the booths meets the piano stick tile on the floor. Grabbing the mop, you make a mental note to ask your manager Natalie, Who closed last night?

One by one, your coworkers filter in as you continue to prep and refill the condiment stations. Marcus and Sydney stroll in exactly 5 minutes apart just as they did yesterday, and the day before that. They think no one else in the morning crew can tell they’re together, but you can, and they’re doing a terrible job hiding it. You just don’t care enough to say anything and blow their spot. Then comes Natalie, looking like she just rolled out of bed but still managing to somewhat look put together. You both exchange a quick hello and she starts wiping down the counters picking up where you left off. Alicia is the last to arrive, much later than the rest, breezing through the door with her signature braids underneath her hair net. 

“Hey, you’re early today,” she teases as if you aren’t always the first to arrive, tossing her jean jacket on the employee coat rack. 

“Had to get the place ready for all my customers,” you reply with a smirk, knowing full well it’s just you, her, and one other waiter for the early shift. Every time the other servers call themselves “helping” you set up booths before opening, your customers end up complaining about something missing or out of place, it’s just easier to do it yourself.  

You finish making sure the tables look good and walk the perimeter of the diner to ensure everything is set. At 7 o’clock on the dot, just as you’re putting the finishing touches on the napkin dispensers, you hear the soft jingle of the doorbell. 

It’s him. 

Terry Richmond. 

Alicia leans over the counter to you, her voice low and amused, “Here comes your man” 

A Man. In every sense of the word. 

As a regular, Terry knows the drill. The hostess doesn’t bother seating him or giving him the standard greeting of offering today’s specials, she just smiles as he heads straight for your section like he does every morning. The other waiters learned long ago, don’t even try it. He’s yours, unspoken amongst you but understood by all. 

The air thickens as soon as the door closes behind him, like everyone in the diner is holding their breath. You can hear the other women stifle their sighs, trying not to moan at the sight of him. Everyone in the room freezes for a moment, drawn to him without even meaning to. Even Marcus who doesn’t pay anything but his latest kitchen experiment any mind, glances up for a moment. You’ve seen Terry a hundred times at this point, but each time feels like the first. He moves through the dining area with the kind of confidence that just fills a space without trying. His eyes sweep over the room, scanning each face and offering a light smile and the occasional ‘hello’, but when they land on you. They stay there. 

You can feel the weight of his gaze as it meets yours and unlike every other woman in the diner gawking, frozen in place while admiring him, you try to keep busy offering a small smile in return. You try to focus on what you were doing, but you can’t help it. Terry Richmond has that effect. The man commands attention.  

He gives you a small nod and takes his usual spot in your section peeling his tan carhartt detroit jacket off of his broad shoulders before sitting down. He sits down, newspaper in hand, breaking eye contact and giving you just enough time to gather your composure. He doesn’t need to ask for a menu, he’s been here enough to know exactly what he wants. You approach his table, trying to keep your cool and softly smack down a stack of napkins you know he’ll need once his meal arrives.

“Good morning, the usual?” You ask while pouring hot black coffee from the steel carafe into a mug you’ve sat down for him as well.

“Yes Ma’am” he responds eagerly, looking up briefly from the morning paper to flash you that beautiful smile. It’s striking how his serious, focused expression as he reads today’s current events, contracts with the warm smile he gives when flashing every tooth in his mouth. It’s too captivating, that smile should come with a fucking warning label. 

You make your way back to the kitchen to give the staff Terry’s order ticket being mindful of each step you take in your chef crocs, just in case he’s watching. You don’t want him to catch you slipping, literally, the floor behind the counter gets dangerous. His order is simple, a classic diner breakfast, 2 scrambled eggs, no cheese, double turkey bacon instead of sausage, and a side of well-done breakfast potatoes with extra bell peppers and onions. You try not to think too much about the man in your booth, but he’s hard to ignore, the way he looks at you with that quiet intensity in his eyes, the way his muscles flex with a motion as simple as flipping to the next page of the paper, the way his thick thighs and ass fill out the cargo pants he always chooses to wear, the way he always sits with his legs wide open to accommodate the size of that dic-

No. 

Shaking it off, you turn your attention to the other customers, who’ve started tickling in to grab a little something before they head off to work as well. You check on them, make small talk, and go around to refill drinks well before they’re half way empty, anything to keep yourself distracted. The kitchen hums behind you, and the familiar buzz of the diner settles your nerves, for a moment. 

Ding. 

You jump slightly as the bell above the kitchen door rings, signaling Terry’s order is ready. You grab the plate quickly, making sure everything is just right before you head back to his booth carrying his plate and the coffee filled carafe with quick and practiced motion. You gently sit his plate down and refill his coffee silently, no need for small talk, just get it done and move on. 

As usual, his debit card is sitting face down on the table, the numbers hidden from other guests passing by, just waiting for you to slip it into your apron pocket. You’ll charge him and bring his receipt as soon as he’s done eating, making sure he’s out the door and on his way to work. It’s an effective system the two of you came up with to keep things moving, so he never ends up late, even if the register backs up. 

You walk back behind the counter, but your gaze lingers on Terry as he digs into his meal. There’s something almost mesmerizing about the way he eats, the way his jaw flexes with each chew. Jesus. Its too much and its too early. 

His strong hands grip the fork, it looks so tiny in comparison to his paws, and your mind wanders, imagining those hands on you. How he could hurt you but he’d never do that unless you said please.  

His lips part with each bite, just enough to make you wonder what those lips would feel like pressed against yours, or what they’d taste like covered in your essence if he’d just eat you out, ask you out. 

Then, as he’s taking a bite of his potatoes a small drop of ketchup builds on the corner of his mouth. Instinctually, his tongue flicks out swiftly to lick it clean. The motion is so smooth, so effortless, it takes everything in you not to gasp. He’s a serious eater, you can just tell you’ve always had a knack for being able to smell a munch from a mile away. 

As if he’s a mind reader, just as you take a step forward, tempted to let him know you’d like to find out what that mouth do, he looks up from his plate toward you forcing you to pull it together. Immediately losing the courage your trance bestowed that had you about to head his way, you leap forward in to pour more coffee from your carafe in Mr. Johnson’s cup in an attempt to look busy.

Does he even know my name? You wonder

He occasionally glances out the window, constantly assessing new customers entering the building through the side ramp. Every subtle shift of his muscles beneath the dark shirt he’s wearing is a reminder of just how well put together he is. 

Damn. 

The way he carries himself, the strength in every movement, he’s dangerous, and you want to be in danger. 

You can’t stop thinking about it, and you lick your lips imagining how he’d feel under your hands as you rode him until the cows came home, or until he came, at least twice.  

You can almost feel the heat of his skin, as if you’re sitting with him right now, the weight of him pressing you into the corner of the booth, his breath hot against your neck as he leans in… 

Your breath hitches, and you dart to the other end of the counter taking newfound interest in the salt shakers to break the spell before your thoughts get too filthy. You’re supposed to be working. 

Flustered, and seeing as though you just filled them this morning, you turn toward the kitchen, the heat in your cheeks evidence of the unholy fantasies you’re trying to suppress fighting to break free.  

As Terry’s plate nears empty you head to the machine and punch in the total with practiced ease. $15.87 same as always and swipe his card into the machine. You grab a tray and a pen, ready to return to the booth with his card and receipt, but your chest feels tight. The thoughts you’ve been thinking swirling around in your head.

Ask him out, your inner voice tells you. 

You make your way closer with your heart beating a little faster than usual. This isn’t the first time you’ve caught yourself fantasizing about him, but this time feels different. You’ve been making excuses every time he comes in to avoid this moment, but today? You can’t ignore the pull of your attraction to him any longer. You’ve had enough. 

“Uh… Mr. Richmond?” you say, your voice coming out softer than intended. 

You can’t stop your hands from nervously fiddling with the edge of his card, and you try your best to focus. You can do this. 

He looks up at you, those beautiful green eyes meeting yours, but he notices your hands fidgeting and assumes there’s a problem with his payment. He shifts his weight to his right hip and leans forward to reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. 

“I keep my card locked up,” he explains casually, his deep voice steady, “just to stay safe. Had someone try to run a $800 charge at a Home Depot in Texas last week. I ordered a new card but I’m still a little annoyed about it.” He chuckles, running a hand forward over his waves “I swore I unlocked it, though.”

You smile at his explanation, but you're distracted by the way his perfectly manicured and never dirty hands move with precision regardless of what he’s doing. And wonder how they would feel inside of you. 

He pulls a crispy $50 bill from his wallet, his fingers causing the paper to crumple under his touch, and hands it to you with a small smirk. 

“I’ve got money, I swear” he states with a playful glance. 

“Oh, it went through Mr. Richmond,” you say, placing his money back on the table. 

“Here’s your receipt, just sign at the bottom. The extra copy is for you, sir.”

His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, as if weighing something in his mind. 

"I would've stayed here with you and washed all the dishes, I could’ve taken out the trash too to work off my meal, but then I’d definitely be late for my first patrol. I’m working a double shift today."

You swallow hard, feeling heat creep up your neck as you think of this man carrying all the discarded boxes out back. Shirtless… Sweaty…

Focus! You tell yourself.  Don’t back out now. 

“Shame. I would have definitely found something for you to do” you blurt before you can stop yourself, the words just slipped out.

That is not what you were planning to say. 

His brow furrows slightly, a confused look flickering across his face. “What was that?” he asks

“Oh… Nothing…I just meant…” you pause to gather your thoughts but before you can find your words, the sound of raised voices outside rip through the calm atmosphere inside the diner.

You glance out the window to see two familiar regulars, both younger men, standing on the ramp outside of the window arguing. It’s hard to make out their muffled voices and determine what the fight is about but it’s clear they’re not backing down. 

“Excuse me,” he says, heading for the door.

Without a second thought, Terry stands up, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt as he moves toward the door. His body seems to take up more space with each step, and the yelling outside grows louder once he cracks open the glass door to walk outside.

From where you're standing, you can see him step between the two men, his movements smooth, deliberate, like he’s done this a hundred times before. There’s a quiet authority in the way he stands, clasping his hands in front with his feet shoulder length apart, something you’ve only ever seen in action movies, where the hero arrives to save the day. His eyes narrow with a cold, unspoken warning, something raw and powerful that says, Fuck around and find out.

He mutters something to the men, just loud enough for them to hear. You can’t make out the words, but the effect is instant and they stumble back, silenced, cowed by the sheer force of his presence.

Still by the booth, you watch, captivated, as he commands the scene and sends them on their way with nothing more than a steady gaze and his natural poise. His stance is solid, unwavering. And you? You're breathless, caught in the magnetic pull of him, every inch of him exudes power and complete control. 

When Terry returns to the booth, the energy you had mustered to ask him out seems to dissipate in the air. Does he not realize what he’s doing to you? He doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t mind as long as you keep making sure his order is always correct. With a softened expression he leans down on the table reaching for the pen you’d sat down in the tray earlier and pulls out a business card from his wallet. The name Terry Richmond is printed neatly in bold professional lettering but it’s the scribble he writes on the back that catches your breath. 

His hand moves fluidly as he writes, the thick veins that travel up his arm twitching as his finger flex and grip your pen. Oh, what you would do to be a pin right now. Terry writes his personal number on the card and then adds his signature to the restaurant receipt before placing your pen neatly back in the tray. 

“Just in case,” he says, his voice low and steady with a half smile that makes your pussy flutter; again. 

His hand brushes yours and the touch alone tightens every muscle in your core. You glance at the card and stand frozen for a moment just staring up at him towering over you, your heart skittering in your chest. You can barely breathe as you look into his eyes, those green depths making you feel like you’re drowning. 

“See you tomorrow” he says and then pulls his jacket on in a swift motion. You watch him walk toward the door, the familiar ding of the bell echoing in his wake. And just like that, he's gone.

For a second longer, you stand there, card still in hand, too stunned to move but the buzz of the kitchen quickly brings you back. Almost mechanically you go to clear his table. As you reach for his empty plate your eye catches the $50 bill folded neatly next to the receipt and the handwritten note he’s added to the bottom. 

Something extra. For always taking care of me :) 

“He obviously wants you. Just call him.” Alicia says later, breezing past you with an order of steak and eggs in hand.

“I am not calling him,” you hiss, dodging the swinging kitchen door before it smacks you.

“Well, that’s what I would do,” she shoots back, tucking a bottle of A1 steak sauce under her arm. 

“I wouldn’t even know what to say…” You trail off thinking of all the ways you could embarrass yourself if he did answer the phone. Or even worse if he didn’t and you left a cringy voicemail. Evidence of your lust and desire.

“Then text him!” she calls over her shoulder heading to her table.

You want to argue, but she has a point. Still, the thought of texting him sends a wave of anxiety through you. What do you even say? What if he doesn’t respond? 

The card burns a hole in your apron pocket, daring you to pull it out and make a move. 

Your finger hovers over the send button, and with a deep breath, you tap it before you can second-guess yourself.

You: 9:12 AM Hey this is y/n, the waiter from your favorite diner 😊

Delivered. 

Now all you can do is wait, you say to yourself, but your phone buzzes back as you go to slide it back into your apron.

Terry: 9:13 AM Is everything okay? You: 9:13 AM Yes! All good here. I just wanted to text you so you'd have my number Terry: 9:14 AM Received.

“Received!? That’s all he said?” you groan, dragging the word out as you swipe a hand across your forehead in a futile attempt to calm your nerves. 

“That’s it. Imma just leave it there and back out now so that way I don’t get my feelings hurt” you tell Alicia, reciting the exchange to her as she refills coffee at the counter. 

“No, y/n… This is when you lean in, full throttle!” she shouts causing a few patrons to look your way. 

Her sudden outburst scares one of your regulars, a janitor who works at the school across the street. 

“Sorry Mr. Johnson,” she mutters, grabbing a rag to wipe up the splash of coffee spilled on the counter when he jumped. 

You sigh, shaking your head at her antics, but her words echo in your mind. Lean in. Full throttle. 

You: 9:18 AM Hi Terry, I know girls don’t usually do this, but I wanted to take a chance anyway. You’ve been coming into the restaurant everyday, and I just had to let you know, I think you’re really handsome. I’d love to grab coffee or a drink with you sometime, away from the diner. I promise I look different outside of my uniform. I know you’re very busy but what do you say?

Terry: 9:19 AM What time do you get off? You: 9:20 AM 12 pm right before the lunch rush Terry: 9:20 AM Ok, You free tonight?

You hesitate for a second, caught off guard, but in a good way. 

You: 9:21 AM Yes. I thought you were working a double? Terry: 9:21 AM I’ll leave early. Be ready at 6. Can I pick you up from home, or do you want me to text you details where to meet? You: 9:22 AM I wasn’t expecting you to say yes so quickly... but I’m glad you did. I’ll be ready at 6. You can pick me up, here's my address: Terry: 9:22 AM Ok, It's a date. Terry: 9:23 AM I think you look beautiful in your uniform by the way.

After work, you stumble into your apartment, exhausted but jittery with anticipation. A date. With Terry Richmond. The thought makes your heart race. The clock reads 2:15.

Plenty of time.

You set an alarm for 4 and flop onto the couch, hoping a quick nap will energize you and calm your nerves.

When the alarm blares, you jolt awake, heart pounding with excitement and a new resolve. Tonight, you’re going for what you want.

You stretch, still groggy but fueled by anticipation, and drag yourself to the bathroom. The hot shower is a necessary reset, the steam curling around you as you let the water cascade over your skin. You take your time lathering your body with a vanilla-scented cleanser that leaves your skin soft and warm.

After toweling off, you reach for your favorite shea body butter, scooping a generous amount into your palms. The rich, creamy texture melts into your skin as you rub it in, taking extra time to smooth it over your arms, legs, and collarbone. You breathe it in, letting it ground you, remind you to enjoy every moment your afternoon.

You slip into a pair of fitted jeans that hug your ass just right, pairing them with your favorite oversized sweater. Comfortable, effortless, but still intentional. A swipe of gloss, a touch of mascara, and by the time you finish your makeup, the clock reads 5:45.

Outside, you hear the unmistakable rumble of Terry’s truck. Your pulse jumps. He’s early. Of course, he is. Everything about that man screams prompt. But instead of coming right up he waits outside and 10 minutes later, your phone buzzes.

Terry: 5:55 PM I'm outside. Coming up now.

At exactly 6:00 PM, you doorbell rings, the chime echoing through your quiet apartment. You take a deep breath, smoothing your hands over your outfit one last time before opening the door with a playful, sing song

"Hiiii, Terryyyyy."

He stands there, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and that easy, confident smile on his face that always makes your stomach flutter.

"Hey, baby," he says, his voice warm and smooth.

"Oh? I'm 'baby' already?" you tease, raising an eyebrow as you take the flowers from him, their sweet floral scent fills the air and you step aside to let him in.

"Good, because I actually have a confession to make," you say, your voice steady but your hands trembling slightly as you set the bouquet on the counter. The words feel heavy on your tongue, but you push through, determined to say what you've been holding back for weeks.

“Go on,” he replies, his voice low and steady, instantly grounding you as he takes a seat at one of your barstools. His eyes never leave yours, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, like he’s already reading between the lines.

“I don’t actually want to go out,” you state matter-of-factly, cool as a cucumber on the outside. But on the inside? Your heart feels as if it’s about to explode, each beat thundering in your ears. 

His brow quirks slightly, but his expression remains calm, unreadable. 

“What do you want to do then?” he asks, his tone innocent, but you know better. 

The way his eyes darken, the slight tilt of his head… he’s already figured it out. 

He’s just waiting for you to say it.

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. “I just... I really like you. I admire the way you carry yourself. Not a lot of guys move like they would actually even know what to do with a woman. I don’t even date because it just doesn’t seem worth the time, you know? But I don’t want you to think I’m…”

“You grown. We grown,” he says simply, his calm reassurance melting your nerves. His voice is like a balm, soothing the edges of your anxiety. 

“Say it,” he cuts in, his voice soft but firm, like he’s coaxing the truth out of you. “Tell me what you want.”

Your breath hitches, and for a moment, the room feels too small, the air too thick. But then you meet his gaze, and something in his eyes gives you the courage to speak.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say, your voice steady but soft, the words hanging in the air between you like a challenge.

Terry cocks his head slightly, a mischievous smile playing at his lips.

“Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Say it again.”

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away.

“I want you to fuck me,” you repeat, louder and more sure this time, your voice carrying a confidence you didn’t know you had.

“There she is,” he breathes out, his tone is warm and laced with immense pride. The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel a rush of heat pooling low in your stomach. And the longer you hold his gaze without cowering away the more his grin widens. He breaks eye contact first, pulling out his phone and handing it to you.

“This is my MyChart,” he says, his voice casual, like this is the most natural thing in the world.

You blink in surprise but unlock your own phone, pulling up your most recent results as well. Terry glances up at you from behind your screen, a teasing glint in his eye.

“If this was your plan, why’d you even bother getting dressed, mama?”

You smirk, locking his phone and setting it on the counter.

“Just in case you said no.”

“I’d never say no to you, y/n,” he says, his voice low and certain. The space between you feels electric, charged with an energy that makes your skin tingle.

You grab his hand, lacing your fingers together “Come with me,” you say softly, tugging on his hand gently.

Terry doesn't need to be told twice. He stands and squeezes your hand, letting you take the lead as you guide him toward your bedroom. The air between you is heated with anticipation, every step heightening the tension. Once inside, you turn to face him, and before you can second guess yourself, you're pulled into the kiss you've been waiting on for weeks. A kiss that make your knees weak and as his hands slide down to your waist pulling you closer you wrap yours around his waist to hold him tightly.

As your lips part briefly, you tug at the hem of his shirt, your breath coming faster.

"Take this off," you say, your voice edged with urgency.

Terry grins, his green eyes smoldering as he yanks the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Your gaze rakes over his chest and broad shoulders, and you can’t help but touch him, your palms trailing over the hard lines of his muscles. 

“You're unreal,” you murmur, almost to yourself.

"Is that right?” he teases, his voice rough with desire as his hands slide under your sweater.

“Don't get a big head now,” you quip, but the words dissolve into a sharp inhale as his hands move over your bare skin.

“Too late for that,” he says, lifting your sweater off in one swift motion. The way his eyes darken as they take you in sends a shiver down your spine.

He hovers over you, his lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck, each kiss igniting your skin. You arch into him, your fingers exploring the expanse of his back, pulling him closer, deeper.

When you tug at his belt, your fingers bold and eager, Terry lets out a deep, approving sound that vibrates against your lips.

“You’re not wasting any time, huh?” he murmurs, his eyes locking with yours.

“No. I should've told you how I felt the first day you came in,” you reply breathlessly, your confidence building with every touch.

He grins, his hands slipping under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours. The way he lays you down, slow and deliberate, sends a thrill through you.

“Terry,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against your skin, his words a promise.

He kisses his way down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches the waistband of your pants, he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. 

“You so pretty, baby,” he says, before hooking his fingers into the fabric and pulling them down slowly, savoring every inch of skin he reveals. Once you’re completely bare, he takes a moment to just look at you, his gaze roaming over your body like he’s memorizing every curve. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and the way he says it makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'm proud of you for speaking up," he says looking up at you from in between your legs with direct eye contact.

Then he lowers his head, his breath warm against your inner thigh as he places a soft kiss there. You shiver, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he moves closer, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot.

“Terry,” you gasp, your back arching off the bed as he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your center. He hums in approval, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

He takes his time, savoring you like you’re the most exquisite thing he’s ever tasted in his life. His tongue circles your clit, teasing and tormenting, before he sucks gently, drawing a moan from deep within you. His hands grip the back of your thighs, holding you open as he devours you, each lick and flick of his tongue driving you closer to the edge.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against your lower lips, his voice rough with desire. “Hmmm, I could do this all night.”

You whimper, your hips lifting off the bed as he slides a finger inside you, curling it just right. 

“Terry, please,” you beg, your voice breaking as the pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm you.

He adds another finger, and now you know exactly what his fingers feel like inside you. His pace is steady and relentless as he continues to lick and suck at your clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers is too much, your body arches off the bed and your thighs clamp around his head instinctively, as the sensation of cumming on Terry's lips leaves you trembling and breathless.

Terry doesn’t stop, drawing out your orgasm until you’re gasping for breath, your hands clutching at the sheets. Only then does he pull back, looking up at you with a satisfied smile. 

“You’re so beautiful when you cum for me,” he says, his voice filled with awe.

"This is better than I imagined," you whisper , staring at the ceiling, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath

"Been imagining me, huh?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement.

You’re too spent to respond, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Terry kisses his way back up your body, his lips soft and gentle against your skin. When he reaches your lips, he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You ready for me?” he asks, his voice low and rough, and you nod, your body already craving more.

"Say it out loud y/n.. Say 'Yes'"

"Yes"

He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes inside you slowly, giving you time to adjust. The stretch is delicious, and you moan while nails digging into his back as he fills you completely.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, resting his forehead against yours as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you move together, your bodies perfectly in sync. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and his low steady groans, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look right now,” he says, his voice soft but filled with awe. 

Terry’s rhythm is relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you as you move together, your bodies perfectly in sync. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your breathless moans and his deep voice. Reaching down, he uses his thumb to circle your clit, and you can’t help but tighten your walls around him.

"That's it, baby" he murmurs against your neck "Just like that. Let me hear you"

You moan, throwing your head back deeper into the pillows as your hands grip his shoulders. His muscles flex under your fingertips.

"Terry," you cry out, your voice breaking once again as pleasure surges through you. 

"I'm right here," he coos, coaching you on, "You're doing so good baby."

His words are meant to ground you and keep you present but your mind won't stop racing.

The quiet ones are always the freakiest, you think, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing at your own thoughts. You’ve gotten everything you wanted, and it’s better than you ever imagined. Definitely didn’t see this on your bingo card when you opened the restaurant this morning. Terry is constantly talking in your ear as he thrust, but you’ve been paying him only half your attention. Everything feels too good… his voice, rich, velvety, and impossible deep. Wrapping around you like a magic spell pulling you deeper into the moment. Is he the voodoo man?

"Focus, baby" he says, slowing his movements and forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire but there's something else there too, something soft 

"I need you here with me. Can you do that?"

You nod, then immediately correct yourself and respond "Yes," verbally before he can say anything else. 

If he keeps talking to me like this, you think to yourself, I’m getting pregnant. 

“Turn over,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire, and you don’t hesitate. You roll onto your stomach, your heart pounding as you feel him shift behind you. His hands slide up your back, tracing the curve of your spine before gripping your hips again. He pulls you up onto your knees, and you brace yourself wrapping your hands around the pillows at the head of your bed for support.

When he enters you again it’s from behind where the angle his tip can reach is deeper and more intense. You gasp, your head falling forward as pleasure ripples through you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Take it... You feel so good.”

“Yesssss,” you moan, matching his rhythm and rocking against him, the sensation overwhelming.

“Use me, baby. You’ve been working so hard, you deserve this,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a jolt of heat through you.

His hands roam all over your body, one hand glides up your side, before sliding around to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in a way that makes you gasp. The other hand trails down your back, his touch firm yet reverent, before finally tangling in your hair. His fingers twist gently into your braids and he tugs just enough to guide you upright. Your back presses against his chest, his warmth enveloping you as his other hand slides around your waist, holding you steady. His fingers find your clit and circle it with just the right amount of pressure.

“Terry… I … Oh God,” you stammer, your words dissolving into a moan as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

“You close?” he asks, his voice strained but steady, and you nod frantically, unable to form any coherent words.

"I've got you," he murmurs. His voice is steady and grounding even as his thrust grow more urgent. His hand in your hair tightens slightly, his grip possessive yet tender.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words push you over the edge, and you cum with a moan loud enough that you're certain to get you a noise complaint in the mail. Your body swivering as waves of pleasure crash over you. Terry groans, his rhythm faltering as his grip in your hair loosens, letting go to tighten his hold on your hips instead. His breath comes in ragged bursts, his body trembling with the effort to hold on just a little longer. Without his hold to keep you upright, you collapse forward onto the bed, your arms barely catching you as your face presses into the sheets. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your climax. But even as you try to catch your breath, you’re not done. You throw your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts with what little strength you have left, helping him chase his own release. You can tell he's moments away from spilling inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Terry moans deeply, his breath warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine causing you to deepen your arch for him and lift your ass higher in the air. “Y/N…” “Y/NNNNN!” Alicia’s voice snaps through the fog of your daydream. She drags your name out, her tone harsh and sharp, clearly trying to catch your attention since you obviously didn’t hear her the first 5 times she called you. “Bitch! I know you hear me talking to you!” she whispers harshly, her words slicing through the fantasy. You blink rapidly, disoriented, heart still pounding from the scene you’d just imagined. The sound of Alicia’s voice has brought you crashing back to reality, and now you’re frantically scrambling.  “Hello! Your customer is asking for you! Stop daydreaming and go see what that fine ass man wants! What’s wrong with you?” “Shit,” you mutter under your breath, snapping into action. You race to the kitchen, heart still racing as you grab Terry’s to-go order, this morning he told you he was working a double and needed to order out. Your hands are a little shaky, but you focus on making his drink, piling on the extras, whipped cream, a generous drizzle of mocha on top of the foam, everything you know will make him smile. Usually, your boss would make you charge extra for the toppings, but today? It’s all on the house. He deserves it. You rush back to Terry’s table, fully aware that the man runs on a tight schedule. You can’t afford to keep him waiting. “Here you go, Mr. Richmond,” you say, your voice quick but sincere, your words stumbling over themselves with a hint of nervous energy. “Sorry about the wait. I threw in a hot chocolate for you, and your receipt is in the bag. Again, really sorry about that. Have a great day!” Terry looks up from the newspaper with that easy, effortless grin of his. He doesn’t seem phased by the wait at all. “Eh, no worries,” he responds coolly, waving off your apology with a smile  “You can call me Terry… What’s your name again?” Your heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice saying your name, and you quickly recover, offering a smile as you introduce yourself.

Extra A/N: Still recovering from the Flu so pls excuse any errors! This story takes place in a universe where niggas don't drink hot chocolate with catfish dinners at lunch time. Can you tell I was catching up on the bear and abbott today? I ended up inserting characters in here lol. On to the recruit & night agent season two ✌🏾. Now that I finally got this idea out of my head I can start my reading back up and try to finish SF Chapter III.

Ok bye 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

Tags: @ovohanna24 @skvrpion @thevelvetwhispers @persethegawd

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𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘶𝘱!

itoshi sae

when papa sae denied little natsuki—saying that she's too young for skincare—only makes her pout as she runs out of the bathroom.

"natsuki?" he halted when he saw his princess infront of your mirror, your beauty products scattered, even on the floor and when natsuki turns around, her papa's eyes go wide.

if not papa's skincare, then there's ma's makeup that would make her prettier than she already is.

"'m pretty now!" she says, holding up your lipstick, "papa i wanna make you look pretty too!"

"natsuki, come here," he says as he pulls a damp tissue, crouching down to her level as he starts wiping the makeup off of her face, completely unaware of what's going on in her mischievous little mind.

she smears the lipstick that she held on his cheek, "natsu—!"

"papa blushy blushy!" she giggles, "i wanna do more!"

he sighs. how can he say no to his princess? he really can't.

"what's..." they both froze, "...what's going on?"

little natsuki let's out a sheepish giggle while sae exhales, explaining everything.

you couldn't hold back your laugher, "you look good, sae," more laugher as your stomach start to hurt, making him glare at you.

"natsuki, you don't need makeup," you say as you hold your princess in your arms, "you're already so pretty," you look at sae, "but maybe we can help you if you wanna do skincare with papa so bad."

her eyes brightened, "yay!" she squealed.

later that day, sae ordered the best 3-4 step skincare that's child friendly.

itoshi rin

sakura rushed to her papa who was sitting on the couch who was scrolling through his phone, "papa," she calls.

he raises his eyebrow, seeing her hide something behind her back, "what is it, sakura?"

she giggles, giving him a smile(she doesn't even have all teeth yet she looks so adorable T_T), she reveals an eyeliner.

"sakura," he calls sternly, "what did ma tell you about touching her purse?"

she pouts, "jus wanna make papa pretty," she looks up at him with her pretty doe eyes, "pleaseeeee?" oh and who was rin to say no to her?

"there there..." sakura focuses, her tongue sticking out as she applies the eyeliner crookedly, "aaaaand there! all done! all pretty!" she shows him a little hand mirror, making him huff.

"papa do mine too! wanna look pretty too!"

rin clicks his tongue, telling his princess that she's already pretty. beautiful even, while applying eyeliner carefully.

click! click! click!

both rin and sakura look at the doorway where you stood, taking pictures of him.

"delete."

"no!"

rin had to pin you down after chasing you and even so, he didn't delete those pictures.

isagi yoichi

"papa hold still," yuki scolded, making you chuckle as her papa sheepishly says 'sorry princess.'

he waited patiently as yuki applies obnoxious amount of blush on his face while you record the whole process.

for a final touch, she picks up the brown eyeliner, tapping so many spots on his nose as cheeks as freckles.

"done!" she cheered.

then it was yoichi's time to put makeup on her, and sadly, he was very poor at it but you were there to guide and even if he messes up, yuki wouldn't mind one bit.

"there you go," yoichi leans back to look at her, "my princess."

"ok, one...two...three!" you click the picture of both of them smiling ear to ear and yoichi didn't mind you posting it on your socials.

#FrecklesAndFun

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michael kaiser

little anne was legit crying because her ma said that she couldn't get a red liner tattoo like her papa so obviously, her papa had to improvise somehow.

michael took anne's paintbrush, dipped it in water and the red colour as he applied it under her eyes.

"there. all done," he says and anne looks into the hand mirror to she her pretty little face.

"papa."

"yes princess?"

your mischievous daughter grins, taking another paintbrush, dipping it into the paint as she cheekily painted two round circles on her papa's cheeks and one big one on his nose.

he laughs, "what are you doing, princess?"

"making you look pretty!" she concentrates, "aaand finished!"

"do i look pretty?"

"...papa," she holds his hand as she says this, "you look like a clown."

the both of them hear laugher from the hallway. they turn to see as you stood there, arms crossed at you observed them.

"your papa already looks like a clown, he doesn't need makeup for that."

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Nanami and yuuji? Or maybe jst Nanami..You can choose the prompt! I jst wanna see more of them

i live to write for papamin and yuuji <3 thanks for requesting

there were many things people didn’t know about nanami. for instance, his impressive ability to make five different kinds of soufflés, his uncanny knack for always finding the best parking spots, and, of course, his surprisingly adept skill with a guitar. whenever he strummed those strings, the rich, mellow notes would fill the room like warm honey, each chord carefully played, each song a testament to years of practice. and, of course, yuuji noticed.

"papa," yuuji announced one day, struggling to drag nanami’s acoustic guitar across the floor, the instrument’s body screeching horribly against the tiles. “i wanna be a moosician like you!” nanami, cringing at the sacrilegious sound of his beloved guitar being manhandled, managed a tight smile. "that’s great, yuuji. but maybe we should start with something… smaller."

and so, enter the ukulele. a tiny, four-stringed instrument that seemed perfectly sized for yuuji’s chubby little hands. yuuji took to it immediately, strumming with all the enthusiasm of a rockstar playing a sold-out concert at madison square garden. "TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAaaaRRRRR!" he belted out in a voice that could only be described as beautifully tone-deaf. "HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU AaaaREEEE!"

you tried to hide your smile behind your hand as yuuji’s fingers fumbled clumsily over the strings, creating a unique version of the song that could only be described as experimental jazz. nanami, sipping his coffee with the resignation of a man who knew he’d never experience silence again, watched as his son poured his entire soul into the performance.

"up above the world so high! like a diamond… in the… pie?" yuuji paused, face scrunching in confusion. "no… in the sky!"

nanami chuckled softly. "almost, yuuji."

but the grand finale was yet to come. as yuuji reached the dramatic end, he went for a flourish, fingers flying wildly over the strings—and the ukulele pick slipped from his fingers, disappearing into the sound hole with a soft thunk.

there was a moment of silence. yuuji blinked down at the instrument, poking a chubby finger inside. 

"papa… it ate my pick."

you snorted, trying to hold back a laugh, while nanami set down his coffee, hiding his grin behind his hand.

"papa, is it hungry? do i need to feed it more picks?"

nanami shook his head. "no, yuuji. we just have to get it out."

"okay!" yuuji turned the ukulele upside down, shaking it violently, tiny brows furrowed in concentration. "give it back, you bad ukey-lely!"

you finally let out a giggle, watching as nanami tried to calm yuuji down, showing him how to gently retrieve the pick instead of waterboarding the poor instrument. and later, when the ukulele was pick-free and yuuji was tucked in for the night, you glanced over at nanami, who was softly strumming his guitar in the dim light of the living room.

"i think he gets his musical talent from you," you murmured. nanami chuckled, plucking a gentle melody. “he certainly gets the enthusiasm.” 

you leaned into his side, a soft smile playing on your lips. "and the dramatics."

he hummed, fingers dancing over the strings. "we’ll work on the lyrics next."

from his room, yuuji’s voice called out, "papa, can i sing twinkle twinkle again tomorrow?"

nanami sighed, setting his guitar down. "of course, yuuji. every night if you want."

"yay!"

and though it meant endless nights of off-key lullabies and missing ukulele picks, nanami couldn’t help but think that, these were the moments he’d remember forever.

plus, he figured he could write a pretty great song about it one day.

[persicipen]

SUNDAY. HONKAI STAR RAIL. AU ﾉ fem reader ﾉ words 0.5k ✘ pianist sunday and dancer reader au. fingering in front of a mirror. brief mention that reader wears a pink leotard. quick thirst that speaks to at least two (2) of my friends but i hope others will like it as well <3 ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Deft fingers that usually run seamlessly across the piano keys now play the melody of your body — each tap and press between your legs (trembling from countless rehearsals) elicits either a breathy moan, a whimper or a stifled gasp. And Sunday’s goal is to make you sing of pleasure into his jawline; which, he has to add, is so lovely that you had to rest the back of your head against his shoulder, as if robbed of energy to keep your neck straight.

Whereas your eyes would remain glued to your mirrored self during the practice, now you cannot bring yourself to observe the reflection that shows everything the unfiltered way it happens — that obscenely explicit flicker of lights and shadow where his knuckles move underneath the pink fabric that should stay close to your mons. But it doesn’t, not anymore, and as much as you love these tights for their seamless texture while dancing, they prove to be the worst piece of clothing in situations like your current predicament.

The only place where you can hide is the crook of his neck. The fluffy hair tickles you on the tip of your nose, but it doesn’t stop your hips from clinging to his non-verbal praise.

From time to time, separated by mere seconds, his palm pauses, sliding all the way to cup your pussy. You whine when a single finger presses into you, dragging up and down between your folds without entering inside and neither focusing on your clit. A shameless grind follows, the one you regret almost immediately after. The friction it brings with itself leaves an undying fever on your face.

Sunday rests his cheek against your own, relishing in all the little swings of your body; it’s another dance of sorts, a special performance reserved for his eyes alone. His free arm wraps around you to secure you closer so that nothing but heat and sweat lingers between you both. One glance at the mirror later, you’re forced to bat your lashes and look at his reflection — with your hand firmly wrapping around his wrist, not sure whether it’s trying to hold him still or pull on the bodysuit yourself to give him better access.

“Ah, I love that you always meet my expectations,” he whispers, smearing his lips along your cheekbone, and finally plunging deeper inside the tightness that swallows him to the last bony knuckle, causing you to jolt on your tiptoes.

While speaking, he doesn’t neglect your neediness; before his palm moves in circles, that single digit curls up within you, pressing right on the sensitive spot. Your body betrays you, buckling forward so much that it prompts him to hug you tighter by the ribs. He holds you upright until the spasm passes, and you remember how to breathe again.

“You should keep your eyes on your stance, though.”

A quick inhale and he massages your pussy some more, enough for your muscles to contract and force you to grip the wooden ballet barre. With each graceful circle of his hand, the silky material ruffles along the delicate skin.

Even without adding anything more, Sunday desires for your knees to go weak; hopefully, faster than his own shyness that creeps up his back from watching you squirm and heave from the reverse world of the glass wall.

Not even his unrelenting dedication and precision allow him to pretend he’s not leaking pre in his pants already…

[meinii]

“Zayne headcanons”

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sfw

he’s a gentleman: he’ll lend you his coat when you’re cold, holds the door open for you, pulls the chair for you etc…

likes to kiss your hands♥︎

you’re his passanger princess and he lets you decor his car if you want to

always has his hand on your thigh while he drives

whenever he finds a new bakery he’ll take you there on a date

will eat whatever you cook for him and say it’s the best thing ever even if it tastes like garbage

will try to teach you how to cook

likes it when you kiss his scars

he always looks at you with that little smile he doesn’t even know he has

he’s lovestruck

he will use his evol to make snow balls in whatever shape you like

whenever you play claw machine he says “it’s the last time I’ll use my evol for this” but let’s be fr, one puppy eyed look from you and he’ll use it again and again

his social medias will only have pictures of you two

tbh in his phone there are only pictures of you

the password of his phone is your birthday

the password of basically everything is something related to you

his lockscreen is a pic of you, on his office computer too

always brings you back souvenirs when he travels ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

hugs. the best hugs!

he thinks you look cute when you mimic him, like wearing his doctor coat, glasses and all

he thinks you look cute doing anything really

has an app to track your period so he knows when you got it and will take very good care of you!

he just melts when you fall asleep on him or close to him

relaxes when you play with his hair

he’s so scared of losing you

sends you pictures of the cute animals he sees

has a picture of you on his office desk and he looks at it for motivation

nsfw

minors dni!

he’s usually careful, he really doesn’t want to hurt you

he likes your chest a lot.

overstimulation~

he will really show you how much he missed you

loves fingering you

and he loves when you give him a blowjob

on the counter, on the couch, on the table, on the sink, anywhere really, and then the bed too

in his office as well!

he’s a munch and a groaner

he likes you on top and likes to guide your hips on him ʕ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀི ʔ

will bathe you both after

seeing you with your hair up turns him on

has to hide his bulge when you tease him at work :(

he’s a dom but he enjoys you taking charge every now and then

will whisper in your ear

“good girl” “you’re taking me so well”

has water on his nightstand for you to drink when you’re done

wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you even if he already knows perfectly

he knows exactly which spots to touch to make you come undone under his grasp

[headedstraightforfrankcastle]

Random Vi headcanons

Plot: none, just random thoughts about Vi as your pretty little girlfriend <3

Disclaimer: both SFW and NSFW, not revised (please tell me if there's any mistake so I can fix it), mention of food

A/N: besties, I didn't forget about the smut! It just coming together pretty slowly because I'm working on an exam and all my strenght goes there. But it's coming, so stay tuned 👀

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SFW:

Vi who always has a little smirk on her face because of the scar in her upper lip - her mouth is costantly slightly ajar and it makes her look as is in an endless state of are, mostly when she's looking at you

Vi who holds your hand as if it were the last safe anchor in a sea full of monsters

Vi who tries to cook for you when you don't feel like doing it by yourself, but she insists you absolutely cannot skip even one single meal

Vi who clearly makes a mess, filling the sink with dirty pots and utensils, struggling to keep up with something harder that a grilled cheese, but who keeps trying and ends up cooking a not-so-bad-but-very-personal version of your favourite dishes

Vi who later gives you the biggest puppy eyes while watching you eat, waiting fo you to tell her if she did good (you end up telling her she did even if it's a lie, because the effort that woman puts in everything she does for you is worth eating even dirt if she put it in a soup for you)

Vi who actually likes cooking with you as you teach her tips and tricks, because the way you do it without being patronising makes her feel important

Vi who insists on watching horror movies with you thinking she's good at hiding the dread

"It's just a movie, babe, no need to get scared", but she's actually the one taking her gaze of the TV when scary stuff happens. It always ends up with her snuggling in your arms saying it is for your comfort (you both know it's a lie)

Vi who loves to absentmindedly play with your hair and who's head over heels when you dye a lock of her same pink

Vi who is so messy in basically everything she does except handling you

Vi who sings in the shower thinking you can't hear her, not knowing you're actually sitting outside the door listening to her

Vi who would teach you some self-defence and love seeing you becoming stronger everyday, but will still be your scary dog privilege

Vi whose first reason to teach you how to fight is to admire you in your workout gear because your body and the way it moves is art to her - but seeing you so powerful when you hit the punching bag and knowing you can do it to whoever tries to hurt you is second place on the list

Vi who always shares drinks with you, so she's sure not to exaggerate with the alcohol and gets to have a constant contact with you at the same time

Vi who doesn't mind getting into little fights because she knows that when she comes home you'll fuss over her like a madman; it always ends up with you doing your best to mend her wounds while sitting on her lap, and she loves it

Vi who can seem like the toughest, meanest, harshest person to the rest of the world - but who, you know, has the biggest heart who she only shows to those she loves, especially you

Vi who is the best of both worlds, both strong and vulnerable, and who melts when you call her your wonder

NSFW:

Vi who likes your marks a little too much: your bites on her thighs and neck, the hickeys you leave both in places where everyone can see then and in hidded spots only she knows about (these are her favourites), the stinging red lines and half-moons of your nails digging onto her skin... the memories of you on her alter her brain chemistry in a way she cannot even describe

Vi who's a massive switch, but who's always at your service, mostly when she's fucking you dumb, be it with her fingers, her tongue or her strap

Vi who was sceptical about taking the strap from you at first, but later realizes how much she loves being at your mercy

Vi who loves making love (she stopped "having sex" with you a long time ago) while listening to a playlist you made with her and your favourite songs, humming the little tunes while she kisses you neck or eat you out, making you crazy

Vi who has you sitting naked on her knees and spends hours worship your body: caresses, kissing, the tip of her fingers tracing your curves, did I mention that you are her favorite work of art?

Vi who is super sensitive, way more than you, and loves taking her time with you before you take your time with her, so you can both finish together, her core rubbing against your until your screams of pleasure mix with hers

Vi who memorizes all your limits and knows you more than you know youreslf, but establishes a safe word anyway, just to be sure

Vi who never runs out of things she wants to do to you and who loves discovering all the nasty little things you want to do to her

Vi, with whom everytime feels like the first time, but who also is the most familiar habit

That's all besties! Hope you liked these little ideas, thank you for reading and have an amazing day <3

[rosemariiaa]

pleaseeeee! any fics dropping tng? also, i was thinking about some prompts:

It’s the third day of the Montana trip, and Azzi is officially meeting Paige’s extended family at the annual Bueckers cabin gathering. As soon as they walk in, Paige’s aunts, uncles, and cousins immediately swarm Azzi with hugs and excited chatter, saying things like, “Oh my God, you’re the Azzi Fudd! Paige never stops talking about you!” and “We’ve heard so much about you—welcome to the family!” Azzi blushes furiously, shooting Paige a look that screams You’ve been talking about me this much? Meanwhile, Paige is grinning ear to ear, her arm slung protectively around Azzi’s waist, as if to say, Yeah, she’s mine. The real kicker comes when Paige’s baby cousin is passed around, and Paige immediately turns into a puddle of goo, cooing and cradling the baby like a natural. Azzi catches her staring dreamily at the scene, and Paige whispers, “Okay, but imagine us with one of these someday,” sending Azzi into a flustered spiral while the whole family laughs and cheers them on.

It’s the WNBA All-Star Weekend red carpet, and Paige is rocking a sleek outfit, chatting with reporters and soaking in the spotlight. Just as she finishes an interview, she spots Breanna Stewart a few feet away, looking effortlessly cool as always. Paige makes her way over, and the two Huskies immediately fall into an easy conversation about UConn, the All-Star game, and life post-college. But then Stewie’s daughter, Ruby, comes bounding over, clutching a tiny basketball and tugging at her mom’s hand. Paige instantly lights up, crouching down to talk to Ruby and even showing her a few dribble moves. As they play, Paige can’t help but ask Stewie, “So, like, how did you know Marta was the one?” Stewie raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, and says, “Why? You thinking about someone special?” Paige freezes, her face turning crimson, and stammers, “What? No! I mean—I was just curious!” Stewie smirks, leaning in slightly. “Paige, come on. It’s Azzi, right? You’re not exactly subtle.” Paige’s eyes widen, and she splutters, “Wait, how did you—I didn’t even say her name!” Stewie laughs, patting her on the shoulder. “It’s written all over your face. Plus, you two are kind of iconic. And for the record, she’s perfect for you.” Before Paige can recover, Ruby tugs at her hand and asks, “Can you teach me how to shoot like Azzi?” Paige is left flustered, trying to process how Stewie read her so easily, while the cameras catch the whole adorable exchange.

It’s the middle of their much-anticipated cruise vacation, and Paige, ever the overconfident sunbather, decided to skip the sunscreen because “I don’t burn, Azzi, I glow.” Fast forward to that evening, and Paige is lying facedown on their cabin bed, groaning in agony as her back and shoulders radiate a bright, painful red. Azzi, shaking her head but unable to hide her fond smile, sits beside her with a bottle of aloe vera, gently dabbing the cool gel onto Paige’s scorched skin. “I told you to wear sunscreen,” Azzi teases, her voice soft but laced with amusement. Paige whines, “I didn’t think it would be this bad!” Azzi rolls her eyes but continues to pamper her, her touch soothing and careful. Between Paige’s dramatic sighs and Azzi’s quiet laughter, the moment becomes one of those memories they’ll laugh about for years. Later, as they sit on the deck under the stars, Paige leans her head on Azzi’s shoulder and murmurs, “You’re the best, you know that?” Azzi just smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, and says, “Yeah, I know. But next time, listen to me about the sunscreen.” Paige grins, already plotting how to make it up to her—maybe with a surprise dinner or a cheesy cruise karaoke duet.

soooo you basically just wrote 3 fics for me 🤭 i love u

also guys when u send prompts add an emoji to ur ask so i can mention u in the fic when i post!!

[skzdelf]

Strings and Storms | Han Jisung

⭑ PAIRING: Han Jisung x reader

⭑ SYNOPSIS: Han Jisung, is a renowned rapper, songwriter, and composer the world admires. He works tirelessly into unimaginable hours, always striving to give his absolute best but he never seems to know when to stop and give his body the rest it deserves.

WORDCOUNT: 0,9k (963)

A/N: divider is not mine!!

A loud thunderstorm woke you up from your sleep. The entire room was bathed in shadows, except for the fleeting moments when the lightning illuminated the vast sky, casting brief flashes of light into the room before being replaced by the deep rumble of thunder.

You turned in bed, reaching out to face your boyfriend, Han Jisung, hoping to fall asleep in his warm embrace. But your hand only met the cold, untouched side of the bed. He had never joined you in the room.

Grabbing your phone from the tangled sheets, you checked the time: 4:22 a.m.

You got out of bed, pulling on one of Jisung’s oversized hoodies to keep yourself warm from the chill brought on by the rain. Making your way down the hallway toward the kitchen, you already knew where he’d be—still in his studio, lost in his music, either composing or perfecting new sounds for his group’s next comeback.

You decided to prepare him a warm drink first, something to soothe his overworked body and mind. In the kitchen, you made him one of his favorite teas, lavender with two teaspoons of sugar, carefully pouring it into his SKZOO mug.

As you walked through the dimly lit hallway, the soft glow spilling from the slightly ajar door of Jisung’s studio guided your steps.

Inside, you found him hunched over his desk, one hand buried in his already messy black hair and the other clutching a pencil as he scribbled furiously onto scattered sheets of paper. Many of them were crumpled or violently crossed out.

“Hanji?” you called out softly, stepping into the room with the steaming cup of tea in your hands.

Jisung glanced up from his notes, his lips curling into a tired smile as his weary eyes blinked slowly.

“Hi, my love,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“You haven’t slept at all, have you?” you asked, placing the mug carefully on the least cluttered spot on his desk. You moved closer, your fingers instinctively reaching for his hair, smoothing it gently.

He shook his head, leaning into your touch with his eyes closed, clearly craving even a moment of comfort.

Your gaze dropped to his hands resting on his lap. The tips of his fingers were red and raw, some of them showing faint traces of dried blood.

“Ji, I told you to be more careful with your fingers when playing the guitar,” you murmured softly, reaching out to take his hands. But he quickly pulled them away, hiding them from view.

“Let me see them, please,” you insisted gently, leaning closer. But he shook his head again, a weak smile playing on his lips as his eyes avoided yours.

“It’s nothing, really,” he whispered, though the crack in his voice betrayed him.

You cupped his cheek with your hand, tilting his face toward yours. “Ji, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to bear all of this alone?”

For a moment, the room fell silent. You could feel his breath grow heavier as though he was fighting an internal battle. Slowly, he lowered his hands, letting you take them into yours. The scars and marks left by hours of playing were evident, etched into his skin.

“You don’t get it,” he finally murmured, his voice breaking. “It’s not just for me… I do this for them—for the fans who believe in me. They expect the best. I can’t afford to let them down.”

“The fans wouldn’t be happy to see you hurting yourself like this,” you replied softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his hair. “Let me take care of your wounds, okay?”

“It’s not necessary,” Jisung rasped, shaking his head, though his resistance was weak.

Ignoring him, you left to grab the first-aid kit from the bathroom. When you returned, Jisung had already cleared a small space on his desk for you. He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a mix of exhaustion and affection.

“I’ll be quick,” you assured him as you sat down, taking one of his hands gently in yours. The other rested on your lap. His fingers, covered in faint scars and cuts from the guitar strings, trembled slightly under your touch.

“This doesn’t even hurt,” he tried to joke, though his voice lacked energy.

“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take care of it,” you replied firmly, dabbing at his wounds with a damp cotton pad. His fingers flinched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.

The silence that followed was calm, broken only by the soft rustle of the cotton and his deepening breaths. When you looked up, you found him watching you, his expression a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken.

“You always worry too much,” he murmured, his voice laced with drowsiness.

“Because you don’t worry enough,” you countered softly, finishing the last bandage.

As you set the first-aid kit aside, you noticed his eyes beginning to close, his head dipping forward slightly.

“Jisung…” you whispered, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He opened his eyes just enough to meet yours, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Only if you come with me.”

“Always,” you promised, helping him to his feet. He leaned on you slightly as you guided him back to the bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His bandaged fingers rested gently against your skin, a quiet reminder of the love and care that filled the space between you.

With a deep sigh, he drifted off to sleep, and not long after, you joined him, the sound of the storm outside fading into a peaceful silence.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: there is quite literally no plot here 😭 just a lazy day with william and smut. not too much to say except i hope you guys enjoy!

word count: 3.1k

tw: dirty talk, masturbation (f), oral sex (m receiving), oral fixation, unprotected p in v sex, biting (brief and not sexual), pillow humping,

summary: a rainy off day means you and william have nothing better to do than fool around on the couch

Rain batters the windows of the apartment, a steady rhythm that’s serving as the perfect background noise to your lazy afternoon. You’re grateful for the miserable Toronto weather that’s giving you the perfect excuse to not go outside or be productive on William’s day off.

The dogs have been walked and are now sprawled across your bed, even though they know they’re not allowed up there, you’re too lazy and comfortable on the couch to get up and shoo them out. Eventually you’ll get up and kick the dogs to their own beds, but for now they’re getting their way. Spoiled little brats.

Your cheek is pillowed on William’s thigh, hard muscle and blond hair under the slippery fabric of his basketball shorts. One of his hands strokes lazily through your hair, twisting little pieces here and there, tugging gently and absently.

His other hand glides over your side, the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip, pats your ass gently, and repeats. It’s a soothing, repetitive motion that has your eyelids fluttering as you try and focus on the TV. The hand dips under the waistband of the sweats you’d stolen from William’s drawer, baggy and worn out in all the right places, finger toying with the thin strap of your thong. He snaps the elastic playfully against your skin and you huff a little noise, turning your face to nip at his thigh in warning.

“Trying to watch,” you mumble, even though you’re only half focused on the episode of Cobra Kai that’s playing. You’re catching up on the latest drop of episodes, William a faux-reluctant participant in your binge. He’d complained when you first started watching the cheesy show, but quickly got absorbed in the antics.

He chuckles and pulls his hand from its spot tangled in the elastic band of your thong. His fingers dance up over your side again until his arm comes to rest on your shoulder, forearm draped over your collarbones and one big hand curled around your breast. He plays with your nipple, thumbing at the tightening point through the fabric of your shirt. The sensation makes you shiver, distracting you and sending a warm flood of arousal to pool low in your belly.

William hums, still playing with your breast, kneading like a cat. It’s impossible to concentrate on the show, so you wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug his hand up so you can tuck it under your cheek.

“Hey,” he laughs under his breath, “I was playing with that.”

You angle your neck and look back at him, lips curving in a faint smile. “I’m trying to watch my show. Behave,” you murmur, William’s fingers wiggling against your face. You nudge at the palm of his hand with your nose and he laughs again.

“Of course, älskling,” he says, tugging at your hair and settling deeper back into the couch.

While you watch, William’s hand shifts under your cheek and you let the intrusive thoughts win for once, sinking your teeth into the fleshy part of his palm near his thumb. It’s not a deep bite, more than a nip though and William exhales sharply at the surprise.

“What was that?” He asks, looking down at you where your teeth are still clamped around his skin. He taps his thumb against your cheekbone and you release him, leaving a faint imprint of your teeth behind.

“I dunno,” you roll onto your back and look up at him. “I just wanted to bite you.”

William squishes your cheeks together, puckering your lips, and shakes his head at you. His eyes twinkle with mischief and you wonder what he’s going to do next. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the fabric of his shorts twitch and you try to hide your grin, knowing that he’s getting hard.

“We have to find something better for you to do with that mouth,” William murmurs, pressing his thumb against your lower lip. He presses a little harder and you let your mouth fall open, the pad of his thumb landing on your tongue. The corners of your lips quirk up at the corners and you close your mouth around his thumb, tracing the tip of your tongue over it like you would if it were his cock.

“There you go.”

William grins at you, the rest of his fingers curling around your cheek and stroking your skin. “Keep that mouth busy so you don’t bite me again,” he teases and you hum, eyes fluttering shut as he strokes at your hair. You let your teeth scrape over the pad of his thumb and William chuckles, low and deep in his throat.

It keeps you occupied for a few moments, but you’re getting wetter the longer you sit with his thumb pressing against your tongue and you rub your thighs together before letting one leg fall open to the side. Your hand slides up over your hip and under the waistband of your pants, fingertips finding your clit like a magnet and rubbing circles around it for relief. You sigh happily, mouth falling open just enough for William to withdraw his thumb.

“Getting all wet just from sucking on my thumb?” William murmurs, watching the way the fabric of your pants shifts as you work over your clit. “How wet will you be with my dick in your mouth, huh, älskling?”

His tease only serves to turn you on even more and you turn your head so you’re looking directly at the tent in his pants. You grin and let your tongue dart out to wet your lower lip. You and William both know that sucking his dick will lead to you making yourself come at least once on your own hand - it’s tried and true at this point.

“Why don’t we try it and see?” You reply softly, playing along. Reluctantly, you slip your hand from your clit and shuffle around, nearly falling off the couch in your attempt to get between William’s legs.

He laughs and catches you around the waist. “Real sexy, älskling,” he teases, drawing you to his chest so he can kiss you before helping you out of your sweats and on your knees. You settle between his legs, your shoulders touching the insides of his knees, and adjust your position so the heel of your foot is tucked against your clit. The position will end up being uncomfortable soon enough, your legs already starting to go numb, but it doesn’t really matter.

“Lift up so you can take these off,” you slide your hands over his thighs, enjoying the contrast of his leg hair against your palms. The fabric of the basketball shorts bunches and gathers, exposing inches of thigh as you move.

William grins at you and lifts up, thigh muscles tensing as they’re engaged. Your fingers curl around the fabric and tug, rushing to pull them down his legs. His cock, thick and hard, springs free and slaps against his stomach, standing proud and already beading precum at the tip. You lick your lips involuntarily and William wraps one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing.

“That desperate for my cock in your mouth, huh?” He teases you, stroking himself slowly. Your stomach flips and you watch his hand move, tendons flexing beneath his skin. “Actin’ like my own personal little slut.”

“Mhm,” you hum, looking up at him with wide eyes before you lean up on your knees and drape yourself over his lap to get closer to his cock. “Sit back and let me get my mouth on you.”

William opens his mouth to retort, but anything he’s about to say is choked off in a groan when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck gently, flattening your tongue over his slit.

“Shit!” He moans and his hands fly to your head, tangling in your hair. You grin around him and take another inch or two into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him and humming. “Älskling, fuck, feels so good.”

You let your hands wander over his shaft and balls, stroking and applying pressure, tracing the veins on his cock with light fingertips until William’s thighs are trembling. His hips buck and the head of his cock hits against the roof of your mouth. You groan around him and William curses loudly.

With one hand, you wrap the base of his cock in a steady pressure, sliding your hand up and down the few inches that aren’t in your mouth. The other hand drifts down between your legs, toying with your clit until your fingers are soaked with your own arousal. William’s cock is a thick, heavy weight on your tongue and he keeps his fingers twisted in your hair, holding your face in position.

He keeps up a mindless stream of chatter over your head, biting off curses every time you hollow your cheeks. Tears fill your waterline when he tugs just slightly too hard on your hair and you whine in the back of your throat, lifting up on your knees to swallow more of him down. You continue rubbing at your clit, nearly at the edge of your own orgasm just from sucking William’s dick.

“Gimme,” he mumbles, reaching blindly at your upper arm, “wanna taste you, älskling.”

Fuzzy-headed, you swallow, your throat working around the head of his cock and William curses again. He grabs at your arm and drags your hand away from your clit, holding your wrist so he can wrap his lips around your fingers, sucking your arousal from them.

You whine, lust shooting straight down your spine and making your clit throb painfully. William smirks down at you, his tongue warm on your fingers. He matches his movements to yours, sucking at your fingers when you suck at his dick and as much as you love when he uses that mouth for dirty talk, this is even hotter.

Bracing your free hand on his hip, you lean in even more, swallowing down all of William’s thick inches, your nose pressed against the coarse hair trailing down his stomach. He groans around your fingers sending a vibration straight down your arm and to your core. You’re dripping on the floor, a flood of arousal unstoppable.

William’s stomach muscles bunch and tense and you know he won’t last much longer, precome and saliva filling your mouth and leaking out around the plug of his cock. You hum a few more times, bobbing your head up and down until you feel him thicken on your tongue and he comes almost without warning, warm, thick ropes of come shooting down your throat. You swallow and swallow and come leaks out the corners of your mouth, but you don’t bother wiping it away and when he’s done, you pull off of his cock. A string of saliva connects your mouth to the head of his cock and you break it with your tongue, leaning in to kiss the sensitive, ruddy head softly.

He bites out a curse and his hips twitch up in your direction, making you grin.

“How was that?” You ask cheekily, resting your cheek against the inside of his knee and tracing your fingers lazily over his inner thigh and up over his hip. William’s softening cock twitches with interest and you stroke delicate fingers over his shaft and balls, playing with him.

Your boyfriend looks down at you with a drunken look in his eyes. His mouth curls in a contented smile. “You’ve got a fucking magical mouth, älskling,” he laughs hoarsely. “I love it when you get to work.”

The praise warms your stomach and you dance your fingers up into the trail of dark hair below his belly button, scratching your nails against his skin. The fabric of his shirt lifts with your movement and your mouth waters at the sight of slightly tanned skin and hair. His cock is fully soft again now, resting against his thigh and you want to keep playing with him, horny as ever. Your clit throbs, reminding you that you haven’t come yet, the steady stream of arousal from your cunt making a mess of the floor and your thighs.

William notices how you shift and his eyes twinkle. “Did you not come?” He asks, reaching down to cup your cheek in one big hand. His thumb toys at your lower lip and your tongue darts out to lick the pad. “Do you need a little help?”

You nod, giving him a wide-eyed, pleading look. You want his fingers in your cunt, knowing it’ll take too long for his cock to get hard again and you’ll be left suffering for too long.

His grin turns slightly mocking and you pout, knowing that William is absolutely not going to help you out. He leans to the side and grabs a throw pillow off the couch, tossing it to you while saying, “if you can get yourself off with the pillow in the time it takes that magical mouth to get me hard again, I’ll fuck you like you deserve, älskling.”

“Will,” you whine, pouting. He pinches your cheeks together, pursing your lips and leans down to kiss you.

“Those are the terms, take them or leave them,” he says, cradling your chin.

You frown at the pillow on your lap and huff an annoyed sigh, he knows he’s playing dirty and you’d do just about anything to come on his cock. You snatch the pillow up and shove it between your legs, immediately moaning when the rough fabric brushes against your swollen clit, “oh my god.”

Without really thinking about it and letting instinct take over, you rock your hips over the pillow, sighing when pleasure starts to build low in your stomach. William’s fingers are warm on your face and you look up at him, the intensity of his eye contact making you even wetter.

“Look good, älskling, riding that pillow like it’s my cock,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. His other hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly. “I’ll help you, but you need to get that mouth to work.”

You hum and dig your nails into William’s thigh, breath sawing in and out of your lungs on whimpers as you rock over the pillow. Each catch of fabric on your clit sends sparks dancing in your vision. “Wanna come,” you whine, leaning in and bracing yourself on his thighs. William’s hand falls away from his cock as you wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue in a haphazard rhythm. Your hips stutter and it takes you a minute to coordinate your mouth and your hips so you’re sucking him to hardness while giving yourself pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” William wraps your hair around his hand and makes a fist, pulling it back from your face so he can see the way his cock disappears into your mouth. “Touch yourself too, go ahead. Fuck, you look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

You whine around him and drop your hand to your clit, circling it with stiff fingers, gasping and choking on William’s cock as your orgasm builds.

He keeps talking over your head, but your energy is focused on breathing through your nose and trying to finish, his words blurring together into nonsense. His cock thickens on your tongue, heavy and hard, and you have to pull off him when you come, afraid you’ll bite down.

Your orgasm explodes in your body, gushing out onto the pillow and your thighs, your vision blurry and your chest heaving as you try to suck air into your lungs.

William’s hand is warm and heavy, cradling your head and he scratches his fingers lightly against your scalp. “Feel good, älskling?” He murmurs, laughing when you nod against his hand, head fuzzy and legs trembling. Your knees are starting to hurt and you shift, the pillow chafing against your sore clit. You whine and William laughs again, wrapping his hands around your biceps and tugging gently.

You go easily, your knees cracking slightly, until William has you straddling his lap and draped over his chest. He cups the back of your neck and tilts your head so he can kiss you sweetly. You hum into his mouth, hips moving absently over William’s lap. His cock is trapped between your bodies and you can feel it pulse.

“I feel like a limp noodle,” you reply, mouthing at William’s jaw. His hands slide under your shirt and splay over your back, holding you tight against his chest. “I’m never moving from this spot.”

You feel William’s laugh rumble through his chest as it reaches your ears and he rests his chin on top of your head. “Good, because I promised you the orgasm you deserve and I don’t plan on going back on my word,” he says, hands roaming lower on your ass and grabbing so he can lift you and notch his cock at your entrance.

A keen works it way out of your throat as William’s cock fills you inch by inch, his hands tight on your ass to lower you gently. You wriggle and gasp, overly sensitive. “Will…” you exhale his name on a breathy moan, his cock bottoming out and stealing the rest of the air from your lungs.

“Just relax, älskling,” William hums, pumping his hums up into yours. “I’ll do all the work.”

He hits a particularly deep spot inside of you and you wail, muffling the sound in his neck, clinging to him tightly as he fucks up into you.

Neither of you last particularly long and William makes sure you come first before he pumps you full, holding you down on his cock while he finishes with a shout of your name and his fingers digging tightly into your skin.

If you thought you felt like a limp noodle before, you’re even more wrung out now, your body buzzing from adrenaline while simultaneously exhausted. Even though you’re sticky and sweaty and you really need to get up and clean off, you burrow deeper into William’s neck and go limp against him. His heart is racing against yours and you wiggle your hips to get comfortable.

“Make sure I get up in five minutes so I don’t get a UTI,” you mumble around a yawn.

William’s body slumps back into the couch and he kneads absently at your ass, amusement in his voice when he replies, “yes, ma’am.”

[marymary-diva17]

The love that with stands time (2)

Love that had been separated for many cycles had been reunited, and the love never lost it spark. A reunion that brought back many relationships that had been tore apart, due to a war that was destroying everything and everyone now. A new life had started that day and a cause as well, there had been more that become important in ones eyes. There is more that has yet to be seen and to understand, but in time that will happened. As it came to love and many other relationships, that seem to be left unreliable only the primes will tell.

y/n " ........." you are waiting for the kids to get out of school as you are on pickup duty for them, seeing how the rest of the team is busy at the moment. You had been getting use to your life on earth and see there was not that many differences, from cybertron life as well. The school bell had soon rang and kids had soon walked out of the school, the first kid you saw was raph.

Raph " hey y/n" Raph had opened the door and soon got in the backseat of the car.

y/n " hello raph how as school today did that group project go well"

raph " it went good I was able to get know my group members as well, we talked about cars and video games"

y/n " I happy to hear that" Soon Jack and miko had been seen coming out of the school, as miko race to the front of the car.

miko " y/n you are here for school pick up today"

y/n " yes I'm and Jack will be in front seat under the order of prime and arcee approved"

Jack " sweet"

miko " aww why can't I drive"

y/n " soon miko but for now you can ride passer seat"

miko " so I can get in control of the radio rock on" miko soon got into the passenger seat and turned on the radio, as she was looking for her favorite channel.

raph " please nothing to loud"

miko " you have a deal raph I can play something at a good volume for everyone"

Jacl " thank you so will I be doing all the driving"

y/n " some of the drive but not all"

Jake " that works for me"

cheerleader " hey jack nice car"

Jake " thank you she very amazing" the cheerleader had smile and soon walked away as jack got into the car, as miko and raph look at him.

miko " smooth move jack smooth move"

y/n " come on let get going" the car soon started moving as you made your way to base with the kids, as mics plays in the car while Jake dove a bit and pray did his own thing.

y/n " ratchet will be at base waiting for our arrival but if I may warning you, he working on a new project so he might not be very social"

miko " oh so his usual attitude"

y/n " a bit" soon an alarm started going off that got everyone attention, you knew what you meet because soon enough con cars had soon showed up.

miko " cons"

y/n " kids once the car stops I want you all to hide to call ratchet for a bridge and help as well" you dove to safe spot away from the con car, as you soon stopped as the kids got out.

miko " y/n"

y/n " all will be okay jack you are in charger miko call ratchet now"

jack " on it" you had stopped out ready to face the cons following you when, you had come across the two cons as they stood in front of you but they didn't have their weapons pointed towards you.

y/n " hello it has been a while hast it and it good to see you all doing so well"

con 1 " y/n we are so happy to see you and lord megaton will be happy to see you again as well"

con 2 " yes y/n the deceptions have dearly missed you"

y/n " I have missed many mechs and femmes due to this war and our home as well" you are doing your best to make sure the cons didn't see the kids and come after them. Soon the sound of a jet had been heard as soon enough, starscream had landed in front of you.

Starscream " y/n is has been so long I have dearly missed you"

y/n " starscream it has been so long as well it good to see you, doing well after all these cycles"

Starscream " I have been told you being here and came to welcome you here and escort to lord Megatron who will be so happy to see you"

y/n " I will be happy to see him as well and other deceptions as well"

starscream " good I will have sound wave bridge us a ...." starscream had been cut off when something had fallen getting his attention. that when him and the cons had spotted the kids there, as you got ready to defend them.

starscream " grab those earth brats lord megatron will be happy to see them again"

y/n " you will not hurt them starscream"

starscream " so you have finally chosen a side my friend"

y/n " I haven't picked a side my friend I just wont let anyone else get hurt because of this war, kids run and hide now"

starsream " get those earth bugs and don't hurt y/n our lord will not be happy" more cons had come as a fight had soon broke out as you protect the kids.

starscream " you still havent changed have you y/n"

y/n " no I havent starscream"

starscream " you know megetraon has missed you very much even more, then Optimus himself knowing the bond you have with him is stronger then primes"

y/n " you know very little" Soon blaster ray had fired toward starscream but it wasn't you, as soon enough the rest of the team had been shown.

arcee " are you and the kids okay"

y/n " we are good"

kids " yes we are good"

Bulkhead " ratchet we found them open the bridge now" soon a bridge had opened, it seems like ratchet had heard the information.

Optimus " kids get inside the bridge now and to base" the kids had shake their heads and soon, ran into the bridge they were not safe from danger.

Optimus " we need to leave now and as the kids are safe"

y/n " bumblebee go and make sure the kids and ratchet are sure" bumblebee had nodded his head and soon went, leave the four other bots.

arcce " okay we should get going as well' you had nodded your head as the team got ready to leave, but there had weapons fired and you were soon hit.

bulkhead/optimus/arcce " y/n" arce had started firing towards the cons with bulkhead as Optimus picked you up.

arcce " ratchet we will need medical help y/n has been hit"

y/n " I'm good no ...."

Optimus " all will be okay my dear now let go" bulkhead had fired one last shot before, the team had rushed onto the bridge you had bene taken to medical area.

ratchet " let me see ... you are lucky it missed by some inches but you will need to take to easy unit it heals"

y/n " thank you"

Jake " thank you for saving us back there y/n"

y/n " anytime"

miko " so what was starscream talking about when he mentioned the history you have with megatron and the bond that stronger then prime"

arcee " oh course starscream bring up everything and ruin everyone lives"

bullhead " miko that a question for another time ..."

y/n " not it fine megatron is also my mate just like optimus"

kids " what"

y/n " yes he is my mate and when the war started I have been separated from him, along with everyone else and he now knows I'm here"

Optimus " everything will be fine my love" you had nodded your head but the bots knew everything was going to change, now that megatron knows you are here. They all knew they were lucky not to be starscream and the cons right now, when megatron hears the news.

Deceptions ship

megatron " you hurt her"

con 3 " my lord we didn't mean to hurt lady y/n" megatron and picked up the con and tossed him around the room, he was very mad when he was told you were hurt in the battle.

starscream " it was all prime fault"

megatron " you started the fight starscream"

starscream " the humans kids were there I was going to grab them when she protect them"

megatron " so you went against her and now she might be badly hurt, starscream if I find out she off line you will be next"

Knockout " my lord by the footage I have seen I can tell you that y/n is fine, but she will need time to heal starscream count you luck because you know it will not be safe for you and your team anywhere if word got out y/n didn't make it"

startscream " my lord I'm sorry"

megatron " you better me starscream not get out of my sights all of you, I need time to think"everyone soon left as megatons sat in the room he was happy to hear you are here but he worried as well.He mostly didn't love the idea of you being with prime but he shall deal with this for now, but he will see you and be with the one that has his spark.

[happyplapy]

I will forever be confused about how I'M the weirdo just for being, but others that harrass me and others like me are the "good" and "Normal" ones?

Little rant i guess(?)

I've had people howl and laugh at me, while i was waiting for the bus, or even just walk past them, because i visibly show i'm Alterhuman.

I've had a situation a few weeks ago where i was going for a walk before it got dark. I sat down on a bench on a hill to watch the sunset (it was one of those long ones that go around a small tree) before i sat down i noticed a guy coming my way, at first i thought it was a guy i knew from a year ago that i considered a friend but he turned out to be awful (anyway)

I wasn't sure so i sat on a spot on the bench so if it really was him he wouldn't recognize me.I looked at the sunset for a short while until i could hear his footsteps, he then just stopped midway. I was sure it was the guy i knew so i prepared to have to say hello (lol)

You know that feeling when you just KNOW someone is staring at you despite not seeing them?? Yes, that.

I looked back at him for a moment to see who it was, it was not that guy i knew. Which honestly makes the situation even weirder because now i could also see that he WAS looking at me. I turned around again and looked at my phone and pretend i was texting someone, when i could hear that he was coming closer 💀🙏

For a second i thought he just wanted to watch the sunset too and that it was just an unfortunate situation that we both looked at eachother at the same time. He didn't sit down tho, he just stood there, quite close to me.

I thought, ok, maybe i'm just paranoid, but i swear bro came closer like every second.

Which he did. At one point he was so close that i could hear him mumble to himself and breathe. I didn't wanna move tho, i wanted to see the sunset.

I turned around again at one point and he was STILL staring, and guess what he was staring at, the tail i had on. He ended up sitting right next to me despite there being enough space and just stared. He just had that creepy af vibe. (Little reminder that we were pretty much alone and i was like 3 times shorter than him, i was genuinely afraid atp)

I ended up leaving and when i looked back i saw that he also left. Maybe it really WAS just my paranoia and anxiety, but it's so obvious he acted that way because my fit was "weird"

And that's exactly where my point starts, I would still be considered the weirdo in this situation. Despite just chilling and watching the sun I'M the freak, not the guy who actually bothered and scared someone to the point they had to leave, all because they are visibly different.

If anything, people would excuse behaviour like his.

Don't get me wrong, i understand that by going out like that i will get attention, both negative and positive. And in itself i'm ok with that, it's something that's annoying but ok yeah it happens. But i will never understand why people don't just ask, i will never understand why people end up ruining my mood just because i'm walking down a street.

But despite all of this i'll never hide who and what i am

[glamourscat]

KUROKO HEADCANONS

i am two days late, I know. but here’s Kuroko’s bday post! Some fluff relationship hcs for my favourite character in knb 🩵

Kuroko is a rather silent, invisible presence. To most people, he’s merely a shadow, slipping in and out of spaces unnoticed. So, if he were to fall for someone, it would have to be someone he’s truly close to. Someone who sees him in a way no one else does. His type is “gentle and kind people,” which means this is definitely a friends-to-lovers kind of love.

Maybe you’re the one who always notices him first. The one who spots him in a crowded room before anyone else even realizes he’s there.

It’s the way he realizes he loves you after months of friendship out of pure coincidence. Perhaps he had a bad day at practice or an argument with Kagami and all he wanted was to disappear for a while. To be alone. And he almost succeeded… but you still found him. You always do. Even in the most unexpected places.

“How did you find me?” he asks, his voice as quiet and even as ever. He sits with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped loosely around them, his chin resting on top.

“How did I find you?” you echo, eyes soft yet twinkling with amusement. “A magician never reveals their secrets.” Your teasing lilt, the gentle curve of your lips, makes the smallest of smiles form on his lips. One he doesn’t even try to hide.

The way Kuroko loves is quiet, subtle, just like him. It’s in the little things, the details he never misses. The way he always notices what you like, silently making note of it. The way he seeks you out in a room, even if he never makes it obvious. The way he sits beside you, fingers twitching with the subconscious urge to reach out.

It’s in his eyes, how they light up just a little when you’re near, enough for his friends to notice even if he remains composed. It’s in the way his dog has become completely obsessed with you, always wanting to be close, nudging his head against your palm. And if Tetsuya #2 approves, then maybe… this is meant to be.

But who confesses first?

He waits, observing, trying to understand if you feel the same. But at some point, his heart starts to ache with the thought that maybe you don’t. Maybe this quiet thing between you is only something he has imagined.

And then there’s you. You don’t need words to see how Kuroko feels, but maybe, just maybe, he needs to hear it. So you decide to show up at one of his games, something you’ve never done before.

He notices you instantly. Even in the sea of cheering people, you stand out to him. His normally steady hands falter for just a moment as he grips the ball. He wasn’t expecting you to come. He never told you the time, never reminded you of the match. And yet, there you are.

After the game, as the crowd thins out, you wait for him outside the gym. He steps toward you, his usual unreadable expression in place except for his eyes. They are searching, questioning.

“You came,” he says softly.

“Of course I did,” you reply, shifting on your feet. “I wanted to see you play.”

There’s a brief silence before he speaks again. “You could have told me.”

“Would it have changed anything?” you counter, tilting your head.

His lips part slightly, but no words come out at first. “No. But I would have looked forward to it.”

Your chest tightens, a warmth sensation in your tummy. You take a breath, then step closer.

“I like you, Tetsu.”

There it is. Simple. Honest. No teasing, no riddles. Just the truth.

Kuroko blinks once, twice. And then, a rare sight. A full, genuine smile. It’s soft, but it reaches his eyes.

“I like you, too.”

No grand gestures. No dramatic confessions. Just you, just him. Just the quiet understanding that this has always been real. Always meant to be.

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Ohmygod these people just NEVER stop with this bullshit, do they?! There are so many good people, characters, art, fics, edits, memes & metas in this fandom and yet these people are stuck on this toxicity 🤦🏽‍♀️ I didn't know this kind of Hate Enthusiasts exist!

Also, LOVE how because my anon is off they come here & mention me on another's ask.. because they don't have the guts to come at me without hiding behind anonymity.. Too ashamed of your toxicity are you anon??

Thankyou @maul-of-shame for standing up and fighting against this shitty behaviour since day 1 🫶🏽 & also for your support and kind words 🫂

I'd like this anon & Anyone who thinks I was lying to know that, I don't like to give power to horrible vile things by providing them public attention, that's why I don't post hate anons.. it's a personal preference

And I don't like to carry around horrible racist garbage on my phone to ruin my day whenever I come across it. That's why my instinct was to remove it from sight the moment those anons started coming back to back (like someone had planned & typed them all out in advance to intimidate me)

Hence I deleted most of them on spot, switched my anon off & then went to post about it.

I am not from the west, this app is the first place I've ever encountered racism or even fandom bullying! I didn't even know that after getting harassed you need to carry around that vile garbage forever to justify yourself while the person who sent all that crap can go around freely doing the same shit with others and then find ways to discredit all their victims!

Also I can assure you I've seen OP post many many vile anons on their profile in the past few months... Similar to a lot of others in this fandom who've been getting hate from toxic anons and vague posts from Haladriels for months.. and a lot of people can even attest to all this actually! Because you see most people in this fandom actually look at other blogs with care and fondness unlike you anon, who go to other blogs only to spout nonsense and hate.

Which is why a lot of people have negative associations with Haladriel side of the fandom rn; it's not the ship or Sauron or villains or women or smut or whatever new imaginary reason you come up with, it's this exact toxic bullying behaviour hidden behind anons and buzzwords. This is the problem!

Because the ship has existed since S1 and noone here had any problem with it. I know because I was a part of this ship till early S2 & don't remember any negative experience.. And still there are so many shippers who are so sweet and caring (thankyou to all those who contacted me after the hate anons) but are getting tagged into this mess because of a small yet very loud agressive insane bunch!

And as for the Proof, let me dig.. I had sent the stupidest anon's SS to some friends before deleting (to show how stupid people are on the internet) they might resend if they have it still 🤦🏽‍♀️

Till then please grow the fuck up, stop this nonsense & stop bothering my dear mutuals if your problem is with me... come with your blogname out to chat if you're so sure of your stance being correct.

Why do you and valar-did-me-wrong never post the heinous, hateful haladriel anons you claim to have received? Whenever someone gets hate they usually post the anons as proof, but neither of you did that. Interesting.

Where do I even begin with this absolute masterpiece of a reach? Because truly, the acrobatics in your logic could put even the most seasoned Cirque du Soleil performer to shame.

First off— You, just like them, came as anon. Obviously. You think people who throw hate have the guts to stand by what they say? Please. They sit behind their little grey-faced anonymity, spitting bile, because deep down, they know their accusations wouldn’t hold up to even the lightest scrutiny. They fear feedback, backlash, and accountability, which is why they only ever send these messages from the safety of a faceless profile. The only thing “interesting” here is your apparent belief that cowardly hate only counts if it’s publicly aired for your personal entertainment.

And let’s talk about this absolute gem of a claim: that I never posted proof.

Bestie, the fact that you even typed that out tells me one thing—you haven’t read shit.

I have posted proof. I have responded to hateful asks. I have directly addressed this before, which means you either (a) didn’t bother looking, (b) did and ignored it because it didn’t fit your little narrative, or (c) are just here to stir the pot regardless of reality.

The fact that you’re automatically assuming that anyone speaking out about harassment must be lying because you haven’t personally seen enough spectacle for your liking. That says far more about you than it does about me. You really just jumped straight to “They must be making it up!” without even considering that maybe, just maybe, people don’t owe you a trauma display just to prove they were harassed. That’s not a gotcha moment—that’s just a really nasty take.

Like, do you ask people to livestream their trauma too? Should we submit a notarized affidavit of every slur, threat, and unhinged screed we get in our inbox? Or would you still move the goalposts and pretend it’s “not that bad” because facing the truth makes you uncomfortable? Because abusers love the fact that people like you exist. They thrive on this exact kind of dismissal, knowing people like you will swoop in and do their dirty work by demanding “proof” while ignoring the actual problem.

And let’s not pretend for a single second that you give a shit about fairness, because if you did, you’d be holding your own side accountable instead of crawling into my inbox with your weird little conspiracy theories but oh well-

Oh, and don’t think I didn’t clock what you were trying to do as well. Dragging Valar into this? Really?

@valar-did-me-wrong, is one of the kindest, most unproblematic people in this fandom. They have my love and support and for you to drag them into this, this is absolutely vile.

The fact you tried to drag them into this tells me everything I need to know about your intentions. This isn’t about “truth.” It’s not about “proof.” It’s about trying to discredit and dismiss people speaking up about harassment because it’s easier than acknowledging that maybe—just maybe—people in your own circles are the ones sending vile shit. And that? That’s pathetic.

You really thought you did something here, huh? Sat down, typed this whole thing out, and thought, "Wow, this is gonna expose them!" Bestie, all you did was expose yourself. The way you immediately assumed that because you haven’t personally seen the proof, it must not exist? The way you think people owe you a public parade of every nasty message they get just so you can decide if their harassment is real enough? That says way more about you than it does about me.

And let’s be real for a second—if I had flooded my blog with every single piece of hate I’ve received, you and people like you would be the first to turn around and say, “Oh, look at them playing the victim, making a spectacle of it, stirring drama!” You want to move the goalposts because your problem isn’t actually with whether or not this harassment happened. Your problem is with people you dislike daring to call it out.

And the funniest part? You came into my inbox as an anon to accuse me of lying about anon hate.

The sheer lack of self-awareness is honestly impressive. The irony is writing itself at this point. The call is literally coming from inside the house, babe.

At the end of the day, your little conspiracy theory is as embarrassing as it is transparent. If you need to contort reality this hard just to make yourself feel better about defending the people sending hate, that’s on you. But don’t expect me—or anyone else—to take you seriously.

Oh, and before you waddle off back to whatever echo chamber convinced you this was a good idea—next time, try coming up with a take that doesn’t make you look like a sentient Lembas crumb with trust issues. Your logic is as fragile as Denethor’s grip on reality, and frankly, I’ve had more stimulating debates with my toaster. Now go touch some grass, hydrate, and maybe, just maybe, develop a personality that isn’t built entirely on being insufferable. Stop embarassing yourself in my inbox, Gollum.

Toodles!!😊

[thedeadthree]

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[averlym]

the one who pulls the strings (click for better resolution!)

from adamandi by @melliotwrites,, consider this my pitch to get you all to watch it