#'and i could see you up against the wall with me' HOW SHE STARTED LOOKING FORWARD TO THEIR NIGHTS TOGETHER

[sweetcherriexs]

good girl; b.e.

smut...

It had started innocently enough. billie was on tour, thousands of miles away, and the distance was starting to wear on both of you. you’d been texting throughout the day, little updates about your lives, but the conversation had taken a turn after dinner when billie sent a photo of herself backstage. She was leaning against a wall, all sweaty with hair stuck to her forehead and eyes hooded. she had that damn eyeliner on that made your pussy throbb and pulsate with need each time you saw her wearing it. the picture was casual, but the look on her face was anything but.

you had responded immediately. you’re killing me, bils. I can’t handle how fucking hot you are.

billie’s reply came swiftly. I know. and I know you’re lying in our bed, thinking about me.

how do you always know? you had typed back, cheeks flushing.

because I know you, baby. I know how bad you want me right now. for me to be inside you, for my mouth on your wet pussy

The flirting escalated quickly. billie’s messages became more explicit, her words laced with the kind of confidence that only she could pull off.

I’m thinking about how soft your skin feels under my hands. how you whimper when I kiss your neck. how you beg for my cock to be inside your pussy.

your fingers trembled as you typed. I miss your touch. I miss the way you make me feel. fuck, bils, please.

then tell me what you’re doing right now, billie pressed.

you hesitated, heart pounding. I’m in bed… thinking about you.

Are you touching yourself? billie’s message was direct, leaving no room for evasion.

your breath hitched. not yet

mm, will you?

you gulped at the message, hand itching to touch your pussy yes

send me a picture, pretty

The request made your stomach flip. you'd done this before, but it still felt daring—exhilarating. you propped your phone up, took a moment to adjust the lighting, and snapped a photo. your skin was flushed, hand resting on your thigh, and your lips parted. your sent it quickly without overthinking.

billie’s response was immediate. fuck, baby, you’re youre so hot. I wish I could be there to take care of you.

then tell me what you’d do, you typed back, fingers moving faster now, eager to know what billie's thinking about doing to you.

call me.

you didn't hesitate, pressing the call button in a second and she accepted the call immediately, her smooth voice ringing out "hey, baby" she mused, a smirk noticeable in her tone.

"hey, bils..." you panted out, breath heavy even though you haven't done anything. "tell me, please" you begged, already so worked up and desperate. you heard her chuckle on the other line before she spoke again;

"I’d start by kissing you. softly at first, just to tease you. then I’d bite your lip, just hard enough to make you gasp. would you like that?"

“yes,” your breathed, your free hand drifting lower.

“and then I’d move down your neck, leaving marks where only I can see them. I’d make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

you moaned, fingers brushing against yourself through your pants. “billie…”

"ah- ah - ah... mm, I want you to strip for me, slowly. take off those clothes, pretty" billie's voice was like velvet, commanding yet sensual.

obediently, you began to undress, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. billie smirked to herself, listening to your eager fumbling.

"That's my good girl. Now, slide those pants down... god i wish i could see you." billie's words were like a drug, sending a rush of heat between your thighs.

you complied, your movements becoming more fluid as you reveled in her instructions. the cool air caressed your naked skin, and you shivered, not from the temperature but from the intensity of her gaze, even though she was miles away. when the cool air of you and billie's bedroom hit your drenched pussy, you gasped the slightest bit, biting your lip in anticipation.

"good... now lie back" she instructs and you comply, shifting back and lying down with a shaky breath. "now, touch yourself, baby. slide your fingers down and tease that clit. I want to hear you moan for me." billie's voice was hoarse with desire, and you could almost feel her breath on your neck.

your fingers trembled as you brought them to your core, circling your clit gently at first, then with increasing pressure. "fuck, billie!" you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. "fuck fuc-... mmm, yes, yes. please-" you gasped out almost incoherent phrases.

"that's it, baby. rub that pretty pussy. imagine its my fingers, hmm? stroking you, making you wetter." billie's words were a symphony of filth, and you were her willing conductor.

you moaned, your fingers working feverishly, picturing billie's long, slender digits joining yours, claiming your pleasure as her own.

“keep going, baby,” billie encouraged, her voice a mix of tenderness and authority. “tell me how it feels.”

“so-... so good, fuck." you moaned "I wish it was your hand, though. your mouth.”

billie’s exhale was sharp, as she drank in your words “I’d make you come so hard, pretty, I’d take my time, make you beg for it,"

your hips lifted off the bed, body craving the release only billie could give you. “please…”

"stop" you whined at the single command, but your body knew better, obeying her immediately. "good girl. touch your pretty tits"

you inhaled deeply, moving your wet hand up your body until it reached the plush mounds on your chest, squeezing them.

"that's right, baby. imagine my fingers playing with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers."

you whimpered again, rolling your hardened nipples between your fingers. tugging, rolling, repeat and anything in-between as you let out soft gasps.

your fingers slipped deeper between your folds, slick with desire, and you moaned as you imagined billie's hand moving in unison with yours, claiming your pleasure as her own.

"that's it, baby. you're doing so good. such a good girl" her voice only intensified the burn in your stomach further, breath coming in short gasps as your fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt, the sound of the wet squelching noticeable through the phone as your chest rose and fell with each thrust of your fingers.

"bils... bils- fuck, baby-" you moaned, rutting against your own hand. "I- shit, please-" your wrist was burning, but you couldn't stop. your fingers were plunging in and out of your wet pussy at an erratic pace, desperate and needy for release. for billie's touch.

“you sound so pretty when you’re like this,” billie murmured. “so desperate for me. I love hearing you fall apart.”

"I'm gon- please-... fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum-" you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you imagined billie's fingers being the ones fucking you so good. "can-... can I? please, please" you panted, feeling your clit throb, needy for a touch as the knot in the bottom of your belly threatened to snap any second now.

billie hummed, the sound spurring your orgasm on even more and you whimpered. "I don't know, baby... can you?"

"please-" you gasp out again " I've been a good girl, bils. please-.."

billie smirked, letting out a breath before speaking. "cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over your own hand as you imagine it's mine"

the coil snapped, making you gasp loudly, back arching off the bed as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing as you climaxed, your cries echoing through the night. your body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over you and you cried out billie’s name.

as you lay panting, Billie's soft laughter filled your ears. "Gosh I wish I was there... tasting your sensitive little pussy" she muttered, breath noticeably heavy and her voice husky.

"yeah?" you breathed out, your heart still pounding in your ears. "I'll do it for you-..." you said and your head came up to your lips, taking your drenched fingers into your mouth and moaning around them, pushing them deeper as you gagged around them before pulling it out.

"fuck" billie huffed "do you taste good, baby? hmm? tell me" she asked, her voice dropping an octave as the desire caught up to her.

"yes, yes I do" you nodded, though she can't see. "wish I was sucking your cock though" you heard billie groan on the other line, then some rustling before she spoke again.

"keep it up, pretty. it's my turn"

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART SEVEN

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: things start crumbling down.

wc. 2.1k

warnings: violence, blood, lots of profanity, angsty af, small comfort | authors note: omg im so sorry yall the worst is almost over soon i promise lololololol

(nowhere girl masterlist)

Rain droplets start hitting your skin so you hope that’s reason enough for Yen-ho and his gang to leave you alone. Maybe just maybe, Yoon did something right by telling him to back off but you can never be too safe. Instead of heading to the dining hall, you make your way towards the library and weigh out starvation. Much better than a beating.

Today you’re hyper aware of your surroundings until the first spring showers have finally started. In the worst time possible. You try booking it to the other end of campus before you get drenched head to toe. Of course you forgot to pack a jacket the day your parents decided to disown you.

“Get her!” a muffled voice shouts from a distance.

Your breath hitches but your fight or flight instincts kept telling you to run so you started running till your legs were sore. However, running while trying to keep your belongings in your person was no easy feat as you kept having to adjust the strap of your portfolio tote so it wouldn’t slip off. But the adrenaline was kicking. Your heart race kept increasing, and you lost sensation in your legs. You think you can make it to the library hall and call for security.

“Gotcha!” a male voice snarls. He hooked his arms around your waist knocking the air out of your windpipe and lifted you off the ground from behind. “Yen-ho, I got her!”

You tried using all your body parts to push Yen-ho’s friend away but the more you fought back the tighter his grip on you became. Now you had trouble breathing.

“Shit, it’s a fucking rainstorm today.” the other friend complains as he and Yen-ho sprint towards you.

“Let’s her to the alleyway before anyone sees!” Yen-ho orders, using his hands to block the rain from his eyes. He gives you a malevolent smirk before his friend carry’s you over his shoulder.

“Stop it you bitch!” the guy barks as you tried to punch his back. It was no use, he’s as solid as a rock.

He pins you against the wall of the alley and grabs your left arm while the other guy grabs your right. You are forced to stare up at Yen-ho, who’s looking you up and down like a predator eyeing their prey.

“Thought you could get away huh? Yoon texted me this morning.” he begins his monologue. “She said to leave you alone. Thanks to you, now she thinks I’m some woman beating prick.”

“No, really? Because that’s exactly what you are.” you say brusquely.

He knees you right in the stomach. The pain is searing in your middle and you can feel your lips begin trembling, unable to hold back tears.

“Quiet! I’ll teach you what happens when you keep disrespecting your elders.” he barks. His teeth flare like a wolf. “Hey, pass me those.” he points at his friends to your tote and laptop scattered on the ground. Your heart drops to the pit of your bruised stomach.

“No, don’t do it! No fuck you—fuck you!” you cry out when he breaks your laptop by folding it on its wrong side. You hear the loud snapping sound it made, even through your louder cries. “Stop it, stop it please stop it!”

You feel yourself bellow out more profanities but aren’t sure if you said them out loud or if it was just in your head. The pain of watching him stomp and tear every work in your tote was so unbearable. His friends got a tighter grip on your arms when you start dropping on the ground, unable to hold yourself together anymore. You just want to curl down and sob. Everything was gone now. Everyone is gone.

Instead of watching anymore further, you drop your head to the ground letting your soaked hair conceal your face.

“No, no, no, you have of watch.” Yen-ho’s minion says and grabs a chunk of your hair to pull your head up giving you no other options but to look. You can’t fathom how quickly all of your years worth of work can just be gone in seconds.

When Yen-ho is finished he wipes the rain and sweat off his forehead and eyes. He turns to look at you and cackles at how defeated you look. It amuses them how you’re slumped on the ground shaking with tears pooling your eyes. They made you become a person who is nothing but drenched, pathetic and hopeless.

“Hey, don’t look so innocent now.” Yen-ho says. He bends down to meet you at eye level, grabbing your chin so you will look into his eyes. “I told you that I would bring justice into my own hands, didn’t I?”

“Yen-ho. Let her go.”

You hear a familiar husky voice ring past your ears but you can’t help but think that it’s just your imagination. Afraid to look deeper into Yen-ho’s dark eyes you close your eyes and silently sob some more.

“Kang Sae-byeok? No fucking way. It has been forever how you’ve been?” Yen-ho gapes, eyeing the taller girl then down at your trembling one. He roars with laughter yet again after connecting the dots. “Oh no, don’t tell me this your little girlfriend! Fuck I should’ve known you were a fucking lesbian too with the way you kept rejecting my moves on you!”

Sae-byeok doesn’t do nor say anything except maintain strict eye contact with Yen-ho. He sighs and signals for his friends to drop you. When they do, you don’t pick yourself off—Sae-byeok’s breath hitches when she sees your weakened state from the corner of her eyes.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” he scowls. “You’re going to slice my neck open with that little thing?”

Sae-byeok’s grip on her pocket knife tightens.

“Just wait until my dad finds out you’re still alive. You’re in deep shit, Kang so make sure you got his money before we come and find you.”

“When your dead beat father does come I can’t wait to tell him about the time you called the cops on him just so you can go pop his clients pills.”

Yen-ho trembles in rage while his friends hold back their laughter. His face gets so red the rain hitting his skin could evaporate. “Hey, shut your mouths and get her!”

One of the minions snatches the pocket knife from Sae-byeok giving Yen-ho the opportunity to use his foot to kick her square in the chest. When he lands on the ground he uses this opportunity to jump on top of her and start getting in his furious punches in. Some Sae-byeok was able to dodge but most she had to endure. She can taste the familiar metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

“Yen-ho, stop it! Leave her alone!”

The heavy rain only was able to let Sae-byeok see a blurry figure of a poised looking stranger desperately approach Yen-ho. She holds him back by his chest and shouted in his face some more to level with him but all Yen-ho saw was red. Red in the form of Kang Sae-byeok.

The minions stand by confused when Yen-ho stops, not realizing that it was by force but it gives Sae-byeok the perfect opportunity to reach for you.

You were sprawled on the floor when you hear Sae-byeok call out your name, bringing you back to reality. You too only saw red in Sae-byeok’s face, not from fury but from blood.

“Sae-byeok, your—your face.” you were able to croak.

“No time. We have to run.” she says breathless and lifts you up by both your forearms.

You didn’t have time to register what just happened, you just know that Sae-byeok is the one holding you firmly by your wrist helping you sprint out of campus grounds. Although the rain was cooling off your agitated body, it blinded you from seeing where she was taking you.

“Sae-byeok, I can’t—can’t anymore.” you wheeze after running for who knows how long. She slows down when you do and leads you to the back of nearest building. You throw your back on the moistened bricks of the restaurant you’re hiding behind to catch your breath, but it hurts to breathe. It felt like you were inhaling fire.

It might’ve been five minutes, hours, or days of you just catching your breathl until you regained some of your composure. Eventually you did regain some of your senses back, that’s when your eyes adjusted to the sight in front of you.

Sae-byeok was also breathing heavily, short hair disheveled, looking down at the ground and kept wiping the blood dripping down from her nose with the end of her sleeves. You’re having a hard time believing that she is here in front of you, saving you from a fate that could’ve been much worse. But you didn’t have time to think about what just happened to both you when you know that she is here enduring pain caused by your adversity.

“We have to go to a pharmacy.” you breathe out. “You’re bleeding too much.”

It was like Sae-byeok reduced in size, feeling so small letting you see her in this broken down state.

“Okay.” she manages to say.

This time you were the one having to guide her. Luckily, you were familiar with this town as it’s still near campus so you’ve wandered them countless times. It was a ten minute journey to the nearest pharmacy but neither of you walked with urgency. Not even the spring day rain made either of you hurry due to exhaustion and dehydration.

You guide Sae-byeok by the small of her back underneath the awning of the pharmaceutical building. She slowly crouches down on the sidewalk. When she sits down, she starts clutching her stomach and her face begins to contort when the adrenaline goes away. Now all she can feel is sharp throbbing pain.

“I’ll be back quick just hold on.” you reassure her with a quivering voice.

Sae-byeok can only groan in pain so you bolt into the pharmacy and grab anything that could help soothe her aches. Tissues, pain killers, an ice pack, water bottles, all crammed in your arms as you make your way to the counter.

“At least those idiots didn’t take my wallet. Fuckers.” you scowl when you patted down your jean pockets and pulled out your thin wallet case.

The cashier throws you a skeptic glance while quietly scanning the items. You didn’t notice the concern in their eyes when all you kept doing was looking through the door to see if Sae-byeok was still sitting there conscious.

You sit next to her, placing the shopping bag in between your thighs and start pulling everything out. You take out a handful of tissue paper and reach over to wipe the blood dripping down Sae-byeok’s nose when she flinched back.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it.” you say reassuringly.

Sae-byeok stares at you, and you wonder what could she be thinking. The tension in her shoulders start subduing so you hesitate to try again. To your relief, she stays still while you wipe the blood that reached all the way down to her chin.

She stares over the rain hitting the pavement and lets the noise of the droplets tapping the ground soothe her. When she didn’t feel your body heat near hers she peers over at you. You’re holding out a bottle of water and pain killers to pass it over to her. Deja vu overcomes her.

Swallowing the pain killers and chugging the water, she savors the feeling of hydration until she hears the quiet sounds of someone sobbing.

When she observes you, she realizes that you must’ve gotten a lot taken away from you today. Not just your paintings and sketches, your dignity and hope could be gone with them.

You tried to conceal yourself from Sae-byeok by having your back facing her and covering your face hands with your hands. But you couldn’t control the cries that dared to escape your lips. Sae-byeok’s fingers start twitching, fighting the urge to reach over and find a way to console you.

Cheol is the only person she knows how to comfort. With anyone else it feels wrong, but she is aware that this moment is bigger than her. She knows that feeling of having everything you loved and worked hard for get taken away. The feeling is like a void swallowing you inside out and all you can do is watch as everything comes crumbling down. Sae-byeok yearned for the warmth of another and for them to tell her everything will be okay. But it never came for her.

You hear your name being called out mid sob.

You feel Sae-byeok gently turn your body to face her and without warning she just wraps her arms around you. Her wet strands of hair sticking to the side of your face when she kept pulling you closer like it was her mission was to extract all the pain you were feeling by this embrace. You accept this kind gesture by letting yourself melt into her touch.

“I’m so sorry for all the trouble I caused. I’m so deeply sorry.” you whisper sincerely, tears still streaming down your face. Sae-byeok responds by rubbing your back, but you quickly understand it’s her special way of accepting your apology.

She hopes that you will feel a little elated with the news that she might’ve found a place for you to stay. But she’ll wait as she is aware that you need to feel comforted more right now.

🏷️: @monroesturnns @knfthxv @jumpedthenfell-13 @peelover25 @karli6 @kissedberries @bitchybananaflower @laurenkenss @saebyeokbliss

[noctis-kingfisher]

Blue Hour (i) ⁞ Isagi Yoichi

-> Your life finally settles after a rough divorce, and all you want is to run your flower shop in peace, but when 20-year-old Isagi Yoichi starts working for you, the summer might get hotter than anticipated.

18+, NSFW, summer solstice point!au, age-gap romance, reader is 28, Isagi is 20, eventual smut, and much of it, eventual questionable dubcon but not with Isagi, divorced reader, sexual exploration, pov change at the beginning, she/her pronouns are used briefly for reader, this is basically a self-insert, highly self-indulgent, canon universe despite some age disparities and how that affects the canon timeline (just don't think about it) , read summer solstice point tyty

-> masterlist

The soft tinkling of the little bell hanging over the door follows on the summer breeze as Isagi steps inside the flower shop, wiping the sweat from his brow. Heady aromas of flora and cut greenery flood his senses.

The shop is pleasantly cool, not as conditioned as he expected a flower shop to be, but familiar. He reaches the front counter when she pops in from one of the two back rooms, and his heart picks up at the sight.

“Hello, I’ll be right with you,” the woman greets, her movements quick in disappearing to set down the bouquet she was working on to take position at the front register. She gives the young man a pleasant smile and wipes her hands down her apron as she asks, “Are you looking for anything in particular today?”

Isagi blinks back into the present moment, embarrassment rising to his cheeks. “Let’s see… I am, actually. Do you have any lilacs? Oh, and plum blossoms?”

“Oh, wow,” she says with a huff, “you’re in luck. I was worried no one would ask for the last batch of plum blossoms we got in. You saved me today.”

He smiles bashfully, eyes sparkling. “Really? Call it fate.”

“I’ll say. So you’re looking to get a bouquet with lilacs and plum blossoms,” she repeats as she types in the information. “Do you want a small, medium, or large set?”

Warmth raises to his cheeks when she looks back up at him. “A… a large is fine, if you have enough plum blossoms.”

“Boy, do I.” She gently laughs and types some more. “And what name will this be under?”

The air in his lungs stills as he gazes at her, the sunlight filtering through over her hair making the airborne dust look like sparkles. “Isagi. Isagi Yoichi.”

Typing in the rest of his information, she accepts his credit card, and he has to keep himself from white-knuckling the countertop when their fingers brush each other not once but twice when she hands it back. His heart fully skips a beat when he notices she isn’t wearing a ring on her left hand.

“Alright, give me around thirty minutes. Is that okay? Or do you want to come back for them?”

Isagi shakes his head. It’s gotta take longer than that, he thinks. “I’ll wait, it’s no problem at all, really. Take your time.”

He has to reel himself in with a hand over his heart once she heads back to start on the bouquet. After a deep, centering breath, he fills his time by looking around the store. There’s a cooler with glass doors against the wall housing pre-made bouquets and shelves by the windows of potted plants and flora. He walks along the rows of metal shelves on the center floor showcasing baskets of fake flower arrangements for graves, he assumes.

A dinging notification catches his attention.

“Mm—” Isagi slips out his phone to see it isn’t his. Catching movement to his left, he’s able to peer inside the floral room where she’s standing. He instinctively moves to step out of sight to maintain her privacy, another flush of warmth rising to his cheeks, but stops when he sees the phone in her hand.

From this distance, he can’t make out the details but can see the opened messaging app. And she hasn’t responded. Her shoulders sit visibly slumped while she stares at the screen as if a dark cloud has appeared above her.

He could guess who it was from. The thought sours his mood in her stead. But he quickly gets back to looking around when she abruptly sighs and sets back to work. Passing in front of the counter again, he notices a paper and pen with something written down: “Part-timer wanted. Weekdays 1:00-5:00 p.m. Inquire for positions.”

His eyes glimmer.

Her sudden entrance with the bouquet catches him off guard. It’s only been twenty minutes. “Alright, it’s all done.” She puts on that same smile as before, proud of her work.

The sight of the full bouquet has him beaming. “Whoa—it looks amazing! Thank you for this. I uh…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I also noticed you’re looking for a part-timer.”

“Oh, are you interested?”

…

The interview for the position is done in the adjacent lunch room. A counter top lines the side wall, which holds a mini fridge and coffee machine that brews everything but.

You hand Isagi a matching black-cat mug of milk tea, fit with two ears pointing from the rim and green eyes painted below them, as you sit across from him at the table for two. His vase of lilacs and plum blossoms takes up most of the table space.

“Thank you,” he says softly, smiling at the cute mug before taking a sip. He hums in appreciation.

There’s been a soft yet unmistakable blush to his cheeks ever since he followed you to the back, and you’d be a fool not to notice the reaching behind his gaze the moment you met. It doesn’t help you either with how he sits into himself shyly yet filled out as if he’s had years of life beyond his young age, you assume just starting college. It makes you wonder what made him this way.

“Ah, may I remove this…?” Isagi reaches to slip off his open flannel shirt, and that’s when you notice the sweat on his collarbone.

“Oh, by all means. My apologies. I keep it kinda warm back here. I can turn it down if you’d like.”

Isagi shakes his head and continues with taking the flannel off, leaving him in his white t-shirt. “It’s fine, really. I don’t mind.”

I do mind, you say in your head as your eyes flit over his exposed neck, down his broad shoulders, and his arms.

Still, you conduct the interview; your current employee will be leaving soon, and there aren’t many people lining up for your small shop. Should Isagi initiate anything unprofessional, you could simply fire him, you conclude.

The hard beat of your heart calls your bluff.

You clear your throat and hope the clarity reaches your head. “Alright. To start off, do you have any prior experience working at a flower shop?”

“Er, no…” Isagi scratches the back of his head. “But I watched a few documentaries on florists and floriculture before. A lot of effort and creativity goes into this specialization.” He smiles boyishly and scratches his chin with his index finger. “You’re so cool, Ms. Sato.”

“Really?” The effort is appreciated if you’re to believe him. “That’s sweet, thank you. The position doesn’t require you to make arrangements, but if you’re interested in it, I could teach you over time.”

“I’d love that!” Isagi says with a determination that surprises you.

You smile and then continue. “You’d mainly be up front to take orders, and that includes over the phone. The front and back of the building need to remain clean too, but I usually sweep since I’m the one making most of the mess—”

“I can clean it all, Ms. Sato.” Isagi nods emphatically, and you can’t stop your mind from taking his words in a different light.

You mentally chide yourself and sweep the thoughts under the rug while you write in your notebook.

“And as for transportation,” you change topics.

“Ah, I don’t live far, actually. I could even walk here with no problem.”

You nod and write some more down. “Alright. And I’m sure you read the flier, but the shifts are from one to five on the weekdays. You won’t have to help me close, but you’d need to make sure you clean the desk before leaving your station. Will this get in the way of any schooling?”

“Er, no, it’ll be completely fine. I only stayed for one year…” Isagi says a bit reluctantly but quickly amends it by saying, “But I can start as soon as tomorrow—or right now if you need a hand.”

“Can you write your number here?” You hand over the notebook and pen to him, which he takes with a slight bow of his head, slightly dejected.

“Of course.” He hands it back to you when he’s done.

You nod. “Don’t worry about today. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sato.”

You watch him take his vase of flowers and flannel over his shoulder before he leaves. It’s only when the bell hanging over the front door signals that you look down at your name tag. It only reads your first name.

With a sigh, the weight of social interaction finally slips from the corners of your mouth, and you stand to return to the next room over to work on the bouquet you had previously.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Sato!” Your current part-time employee, Mei, startles you before you can step out the door.

“Ah, that’s alright,” you say, patting over your heart. “It wasn’t busy.”

“That guy had a pretty big bouquet. You did it this morning?” Mei asks as she settles her things down.

You look over to the window absentmindedly as if he’d be there if you looked. “Yes. But it wasn’t bad. Only lilacs and plum blossoms with some fillers.”

Mei whistles. “He must like someone.”

Her words give you pause before you resume your way back to the floral room. “You think so?”

“First,” Mei starts as she tidies her space at the front counter, “he’s buying flowers. It’s for someone. Second, flower language of course. He’s totally got a crush on somebody. Maybe he’s confessing today? Oh—” She notices the hiring flier. “Do you want me to hang this up on the door?”

You stare blankly at the in-progress bouquet of yellow hyacinths on the wooden table. “Ah, no, that’s okay. We actually don’t need it anymore.”

…

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Sato! I promise I won’t be late next time!”

You wave Mei goodnight at the door before locking up for the evening.

You’ve called the second story of the flower shop your home for the past eight years since you bought the place. After cleaning around the store, you make your way to the lunch room where the stairs lie hidden behind the back wall.

You stop at the table when you see the cat mugs of tea still sitting there, and memories of the interview spill back into your mind while you spill the cups into the sink.

“He’ll be a good addition…” you speak aloud to yourself in the dim silence. The words themselves don’t drown out or convince the weird feelings from the day any more than you. But you still try. “He’s strong, so he can lift and carry things I can’t. He’s friendly and polite… so… he’ll be good with customers.”

The convincing follows you up the stairs.

You click the door closed behind you with a sigh and are immediately hit with a familiar voice.

“You can’t just leave the air conditioner on, can you? Tch...”

Ice shoots down your spine. You rush a hand up to flip on the lights to reveal the empty apartment. The memory melts away as soon as it arrives, and relief takes its place.

It’s been over a year since you divorced your husband, and the whale fall has yet to clear, you suppose.

“Divorcing him was good for you. Twenty-eight is still young,” you hear your friend group’s words in mind.

Yes. It was for the best.

“You didn’t need him anyway. He had it made but still mooched off of you.”

“We tried to tell you. Nothing good would come from him, at least not long term.”

“Men like him don’t know how to settle down. You’d think rich would stay with rich, but no.”

You swat the thoughts away and trudge into the kitchen, feeling heavier now from the day. It’s true that you wanted for nothing. The perks of being born into a wealthy family meant you could pursue your love of flowers however you saw fit. It also meant you could settle down whenever, and that you did.

Setting a pot to boil, you warm your hands over the rising heat. Even though the air conditioner is set so high it rarely comes on, you still catch chills so easily.

The heat hugging your hands reminds you of the way he used to complain, but those thoughts slowly replace with those of a flannel being removed politely.

“Ah, I’m hot…”

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Reposted from @ceruleansol-archive since I've moved blogs.

[elleluvsjurin]

G!p Yunjin being needy and desperate please

pairings: g!p huh yunjin x fem!reader

cw: needy jen, 6th member!reader, car sex, secret situationship between reader and jen, pet names, sub!top jen, a hint of fluff

a/n: wrote this and thought “damn maybe i do need someone to hold me”

ugh i feel like she’d be so whiny! begging you to use her to get yourself off. but it NEVER started off like that. she’d love when you ordered her around, putting her in her place. you were the only one who could do that to her and she saluted you for it. the two of had sex once and she was enamored..wanting more and more. so now the two of you sleep together on the low and nobody knows but you and her.

she didn’t plan on falling in love with you, it just happened. the lingering stares and touches, she knew you were into her- you had to be. so when you and her decided to have a tiny “chat” in her car after hours, things decided took a turn.

“missed you so much today, jen. i had got so caught up in that shoot to where i couldn’t see you guys.” you say, caressing her thigh up under her dress. yunjin feels her words get caught in her throat as you carelessly touch her.

“i-i missed you too..you look so pretty.” yunjin mutters and you give her a soft smile before kissing her lips. yunjin obviously kisses you back, starting to get touchy by grabbing onto your shirt. she feels her own cock start to get hard while you make out with her..truth be told, you felt it too.

you softly palm her crotch, your hand resting up under her dress when you hear her breath start to hitch. “p-please..i need you.” yunjin whines up against your lips. you softly pull away from her plump lips. “such a needy girl..my big, needy girl…” you start, motioning to her cock. “..go get in the back for me and I’ll take care of you since you’ve been so good.” you finish.

Yunjin hurriedly gets into the backseat and you follow behind her, sitting on her lap and instantly locking the doors. “you look so pretty in this dress, it’s a shame that im going to ruin you in it.” you mumble, pulling down the straps of her floral dress. you smile, upon seeing that she’s not wearing a bra, her perky nipples on display for you.

you lean down, taking her left nipple into your mouth while your fingers flick her right nipple, leaving the poor girl to moan. “mmf-” yunjin softy moans, her hard cock just aching to be released from her panties. you softly grind her cock through her underwear while you suck on her nipples. you release yourself from her breasts and softly grab her chin, placing a kiss onto her lips.

luckily the both of you were wearing dresses so that meant easier access for you. yunjin grabs your hips, lifting up your dress. “looking so pretty for me, hmm puppy?” her ears perk up at the cute nickname that you attached to her. “y-yes your puppy, only.” yunjin softy mumbles. “that’s my good puppy..take those panties off for me, yeah?” yunjin quickly nods her head, you lift up so she can pull down her panties from up under you. her cock shooting straight up in between the two of you.

your thumb presses up against her lips, your sparkly nails collide with her rose colored lips. “my pretty girl.” you whisper to her before pulling your down panties to the side. you remove your hand from her lips to grab the base of her cock, slowly sinking your needy cunt onto her cock. the both of you moaning at the same time.

yunjin pulls down the top part of your dress, she unclips your bra and throws it in the front seat before she starts to thrust inside of you. you softly grab her throat, sternly saying, “fuck- don’t you dare move just yet.” you lift your hips up, bringing them back down on her cock. you start to bounce up and down on her cock, your velvety walls squeezing tightly around her with your thighs coming into contact with hers creating a loud slapping noise. “a-ah..please!” yunjin cries out.

you feel yunjin twitch inside of you. you know how desperate she is to fuck you but you want-need her to wait. you see tears forming in her eyes, you know she’s been waiting so patiently for you just like the puppy she always has been so you decided to give in.

you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms wrap around your waist as if it’s muscle memory. “move, puppy.” you whisper, that’s all she needed to hear before she wrecks your shit.

yunjin thrusts her hips upwards inside of you at a fast pace. her strong arms hold you up while she pounds into you. “oh shit!” you moan aloud while her balls collide with your ass. she gives you a cute love tap on your ass before she starts to kiss on your neck. you start to match her thrusts by bouncing up and down on her cock, your juices leak all over her cock in doing so.

“y-yes, just like that puppy~” you moan out, your hands tangling in her hair while you bounce up and down on her shaft. “fuck..shit, y/n!” yunjin whimpers, you give her a quick peck to the lips while she speeds up her thrusts. her hands travels down to your core, she rubs your clit while she thrusts into you.

“im almost there, puppy!” you throw your head back, her thrusts start to get sloppy at this point while she plays with your pussy. you roll yours eyes to the back of your head and let out scream-like moan as you cream all over her cock. yunjin’s cock throbs inside of you after your orgasm.

“nggh…im gonna cum!” yunjin shouts out. “fuck puppy, i feel it. cum inside of me, big girl!” you groan. yunjin thrusts a couple more times, she pulls you forward so that her face is smothered in your breasts, “iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou..” yunjin chants and cries out as she fills your insides, painting your walls white with her seed.

the two of you stay still for a few minutes, gathering your own thoughts. you’re the one who breaks by giving her a kiss on the forehead. “i love you too, jen.” you whisper, wiping the stained tears from her beady eyes. “my puppy, my pretty girl, my jen.” you softly mumble, kissing her lips. “be mine?” yunjin asks, looking up at you with glossy eyes. “im already yours.”

[arten1234]

only because I love you | draco malfoy X reader

Summary: When you and Draco break up before the war, but not for the reason you think.

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It was just like every other train ride to Hogwarts, or at least it was supposed to be. What was usually a train filled bustling excitement for the new school year, was filled with horrifying thoughts, and whispers of how everyone’s world was changing. You tried not to listen to it as you were leaning against the window in your compartment with the trio and Ginny. Even that wasn’t enjoyable as everybody was trying to ignore the weird tension between Ginny and Harry as well as Ron and Hermione, and you were kinda just stuck in the middle of it, wishing all those idiots would realize their feelings.

Draco was in his own compartment you assumed, most likely with his friends you despised, just as he despised yours. You guys had been dating since the middle of year four, but lately he's been distant, if that's one way to describe it. You assumed it was just because of the stress surrounding the brewing war as well as his own internal family affairs. Anybody would be stressed, but something else was causing Draco to slowly tear himself away from you. You couldn't handle the tension in your compartment at this point so you decided to go see your boyfriend, after all it had to be better than this compartment, right?

You were wrong.

"I think I'm going to go see what Draco is up to,” you said while awkwardly standing up, resulting in Hermione giving you a why are you leaving me here look, and Ginny giving you a wide eyed tight look. You chuckled before leaving and starting towards the end of the train, glancing into each box to see which one Draco was in. Eventually you came across Draco sitting on one side of a box, and Pansy and Blaise on the other.

Yes Pansy.

You two never had a rosy relationship as she was practically in love with Draco, and before you and Draco started dating, you and Pansy were even somewhat friends. Now it was definitely turbulent, you were always on the mend of punching her, but Draco always assured you everything was fine and he only had eyes for you.

You don’t know why you believed him.

You sent a knock on the glass and Dracos head shot over quicker than ever. Strange. He looked kind of scared that you were there, like he had to hide something. Pansy looked at you and sent a smirk while shooting her eyebrows up and down. You just sent an eye roll back. He opened the doors and instead of letting you in, he stepped out and closed the door again.

"What are you doing here,” Draco asked bluntly, you’re pretty sure it didn't mean to come out the way it did, but it still stung.

“I'm just here to see my boyfriend, something wrong with that?" you asked, the annoying apparent in your tone.

“No of course not, I need to talk to you though, let's come over here" Draco said guiding you to the small area between the boxes and the toilets. You seemed to get an idea of what was coming, you internally begged that your intuition was wrong, but you just had a gut feeling. You stayed silent leaning your back against the wall and Draco leaning against the other one. Even though he had distanced himself from you, you still loved him, and you thought he loved you too.

"Look I just- I know I've been ignoring you, and I know I haven't wrote to you, and I'm sorry but I just-" he paused and you knew what was coming next, "I can't do this anymore" five words that made your heart shatter.

"What why? Did I do something? Did I say something? Did i-" he cut off your rambling "No it's not that it's just…." he spoke but he paused, like he didn't have a reason he could tell you about. "Just what Draco, I spent the last 2 years with you, I listened to you breakdown about everything, I was by your side through everything and now your breaking up with me, why?" you yelled at him and it took him my shock. He just turned his head to the side, grabbing his head and thinking of what to say. You started to think, the distance, the ignoring, the way he was acting when you came to his box, the look Pansy gave you at the door…. could he be cheating? No, he couldn't right?

"Is there somebody else" your voice cracking despite your attempt to remain unaffected. He quickly turned his head and went to shake it no, but instead it seemed like he finally knew what to say. "I- look you’re perfect but I just- I lost feelings, and there's nothing wrong with you-," he went to grab your hands but you smacked them away with tears spilling down your face "Darling please I promise I was going to tell you sooner but I just couldn't stand to break you like that.”

“How could you do this to me? All the shit my friends gave me for being with you, saying you were up to no good, I believed you over them, how could I be so stupid?” You screamed at him, sobbing and slamming your fists on his chest. At this point Draco’s eyes were glazed over as well, but not for the reasons you think. You just leaned back on your side of the small space before sliding down to the floor and burying your face in your hands. He knew it was better to just leave at this point, so he bent down towards you and placed a small kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with your tear stained face and his heart broke at the sight. "I'm sorry" were his last two words before he unlocked the door and left.

Just like that.

You stayed there for another 15 minutes sobbing before Ron came to use the bathroom and found you in your state. He rushed back and got the others and you told them everything that had happened while Hermione had to stop the guys from breaking Draco into pieces.

Just one thing though. It was all a lie.


"Is there somebody else" her small voice spoke up, the same voice he fell in love with, the voice he was still in love with. He had to do. this, He had to lie. Draco was informed by his parents this past summer that he would be becoming one of them, a death eater. If he didn’t do this, he knew she wouldn't be safe. He had to protect her and this was the only way he could. Draco watched her hit his chest over and over and he knew he deserved it. She was broken. Draco gave her one last kiss before walking out.

Just as broken.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: internet

Tom had previously met Gates McFadden of Star Trek: The Next Generation. She was one of the many Star Trek actors/actresses he has always wanted to meet in person. As his birthday was coming up, he wanted to do something special. He had stumbled onto a website that randomly grants birthday wishes each month. One lucky person out of that month would get their wish granted. Seeing how there was a slim chance of him getting picked, he thought it was worth the effort to try anyway.

Tom had wanted to meet the actor Wison Cruz, who played Dr. Hugh Culber on Star Trek: Discovery. He entered his request on the website a few months ahead of his birthday month to increase his chances of winning.

When January came, Tom kept checking to see if he was the one randomly selected for his birthday month. So far, he saw that no winner was selected, yet. A week and a half before his birthday, Tom received an email that he was January's winner. He was so excited. They had arrangements to fly him out to meet Wilson Cruz and to have one on one time with him per his birthday request. Tom couldn't wait to meet the actor in person, especially after watching al five seasons of Star Trek Discovery.

A few days before his birthday, Tom was in a limo riding out to the actor's house. They really were fulfilling the specifics of his birthday wish he had submitted on the website. As the limo door was opened, he was escorted to the actor's front door. Wilson Cruz opened up. "You must be Tom." He spoke to him. Tom was too much in shock to speak at first. Wilson turned to the other guys. "You guys can leave now. I will drive him back to his hotel when he is ready." He spoke to the others. Tom watched as they left. "Why don't you come in." Wilson motioned for him to follow.

Tom followed him to his den and introduced himself after his initial shellshock of meeting him in person. After a good conversation with the actor, he noticed a strange expression on his face.

"In your birthday wish, you expressed how much you are a huge Star Trek fan for years." Wilson paused as he pulled out a device that looked like a star trek hand phaser from off of one of the shows.

"Nice prop." Tom replied as he looked at the device in Wilson's hand.

"Truth is that this isn't a prop. Do you want to see what it really does?" Wilson asked him. Tom nodded back with curiosity. Wilson punched in a setting on the device and fired at Tom.

Tom was indeed curious at what it did. He suddenly saw the room and Wilson Cruz getting bigger in size. It didn't take long for him to realize what the device did. He was shrinking in size. when he finally stopped shrinking, he was about an inch in size. He couldn't believe it was an actual shrink ray. He was curious as to what would happen next.

"Now for the real fun. I am going to put you in a special place for a while." Wilson spoke as he unzipped his pants and pulled back the elastic band on his underwear to reveal his hot cock. He picked up Tom in his hand. He smiled down at the tiny fan. He held him over the slit in his cock. He started to push the tiny fan in. He could feel Tom struggling a little as he was being forced in. "No need to fight it. You wanted to see my so bad, now you get to spend a lot of time with me." He spoke as he forced the last of the tiny fan down his cock.

Tom felt himself slide further into Wilson's cock, landing inside his ball sac. He squirmed inside his ball sac, completely surrounded by white cum. He made his way to the wall of his ball sac. He pushed up against it and saw there was no way out.

Wilson could feel his tiny captive moving around in his ball sac. It was a strange feeling for him that he found very erotic. He had never had a tiny fan in his ball sac before. He really started to like him struggling inside. He fondled with his ball sac a little, feeling his tiny captive trying to get out. "No need struggling. It only makes me more excited, actually. You are stuck in there until I figure out a way to get you out. I didn't think this far ahead." He paused for a moment. "Also, if anyone does ask about you, I will tell them that you took a taxi back to your hotel." He pulled the elastic band back up and zipped up his shorts. He could still feel the tiny fan struggling in his ball sac. It really felt good. He was honestly telling him the truth. He didn't know how to get him back out. Then again, the feeling made him not want to rush to get him out either.

-Today is actually my birthday-

[saebyeokbliss]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU— PART I.

synopsis: on a cold january day, you were worrying about the reason your girlfriend wasn’t texting back. when she finally does and asks to meet at your apartment, you’re met with heartbreak as she ends your relationship. no explanation. two years later, you run into her at a cafe with someone new. what are you to do? warnings: angst (that's it LMFAO)

pairing: sae-byeok x fem!reader

Everyone knew Seoul’s coldest month of the year was always January. The snow seemed to be thicker, the cold pinching anyone’s cheeks red. 

Which was why your red tipped fingers pulled out your phone from your beige tote bag, shaking ever so slightly.

You had been waiting for a text from your girlfriend. But she hadn’t texted. And it was starting to worry you.

You knew Sae-byeok worked jobs that weren’t legal sometimes, to get money for her and Cheol, and it scared you. What if she couldn’t come home to you one day? What if those people she worked for came after her?

You decided to send her another text, just for good measure.

Delivered. Again.

Then your phone buzzed.

Finally, an answer. 

You smiled at the text and hearted it, putting your phone back into your bag. You slipped on your gloves to fight against the cold and started walking to your home.

When you arrived at the gates of your complex, Sae-byeok’s slender figure stood under the roof near your door. You walked up the stairs and met her.

“Hey,” You spoke softly, clasping you hands together. “It’s cold.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her tone as cold as the snow falling outside.

It didn’t bother you much; she usually spoke this way. 

“Inside?” Before she answered, you reached for your keys and unlocked the door, letting her in first.

After closing the door behind her, you headed to your kitchen island and set down your bag. Then, you faced her and tried to read her expression.  

Of course, it was unreadable, her eyes distant, as if she wasn’t really here. She stood stiffly by the door, her hands buried in the pockets of her jacket. Something was off—more than usual. Normally, Sae-byeok’s guarded demeanor was like a wall that only you were allowed to climb over. But this time, the wall felt impenetrable, like she had built it higher, thicker.

You smiled anyway, hoping to warm the room. “Do you want tea? Or maybe coffee? I know you like it black, but I could—”

“No.” Her voice cut through your words, sharp and flat.

You froze for a second, blinking. “…Okay. That’s fine. Uh…” You trailed off, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t looking at you, her gaze fixed on the floor, her mouth a tight line. 

You shifted awkwardly, leaning against the counter. The silence between you was heavy, suffocating even. Normally, you could fill it with small talk or a joke, but today, Sae-byeok wasn’t giving you anything to work with. You bit your lip, trying again. “Did something happen? You’re… quiet.”

Nothing. Not even a shrug.

Your chest tightened. You hated this—hated how she could shut you out so easily. But you couldn’t stop yourself from trying. “Sae-byeok, seriously. What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

Finally, she looked up, her dark eyes meeting yours. For a split second, you thought you saw something flicker in them—regret, maybe, or sorrow. But whatever it was, it disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by something colder. Something final.

“We’re breaking up.”

Three words. That was all it took for your world to tilt on its axis.

“…What?” The word escaped your mouth before you could stop it. You felt like you’d misheard her, like maybe the cold outside had frozen your brain. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re done,” she said, her tone devoid of emotion, like she was reciting a fact. “It’s over.”

You stared at her, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. Your throat tightened, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. “Sae-byeok…” you whispered, “Why? Did I—did I do something wrong? If I did, just tell me. We can fix it. I’ll fix it.”

“No.” She shook her head, her expression unchanging. “You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why?” Your voice cracked as you took a step closer to her, desperate to understand. “Why are you doing this?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she moved toward the door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet room. 

“Sae-byeok, wait—” You reached out, your hand brushing against her arm. But she pulled away, her movements quick and deliberate, as if even your touch was too much.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she said quietly, her back to you. And then she opened the door, stepping out into the cold without another word.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. For a moment, all you could do was stare at the spot where she had been, your heart pounding in your chest.

And then the tears came.

You clutched the edge of the counter, your knees threatening to buckle as the weight of her words sank in. She was gone. Just like that. No explanation, no closure. Just three cold, cruel words and an empty apartment that suddenly felt far too quiet.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the city in white. And inside, you stood alone, your heart breaking into pieces that felt too jagged to ever fit back together.

[quilly72]

and here we go." You shot off the growth ray at the girl you met at the bar. She was a short petite little brunette, but she enticed you with a couple free drinks and a great conversation starter. Over the course of the night you eventually brought her home where she saw your new growth ray. You told her how it worked and how you were soon moving to animal testing with it. It was around this point where she confessed her wish to always grow taller. You tried to think with your head, but your other head ended up winning out.

You fired up the machine as it whirred to life."stand there" you said pointing to the center of the room. She quickly shuffled her way over there and perked up her breasts front and center. As the machine neared full power you aimed it at her chest and finished the last few adjustments. The lights began to flicker and sparking. The machine finally hit 100 percent and you looked over to see if she was ready. A giant smile had appeared on her face and she gave you a thumbs up as you smashed the button with anticipation. A giant green beam shot out and absorbed into her chest.

The lights went out and the machine lost power. You looked over at your date to see if anything would happen. As you stared you saw her boobs seem to lift up and swell a couple cup sizes. "That's it" she said not even trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. Woomph the air recoiled as her boobs shot out, bulging over her red dress and spilling out so far she almost toppled over. An evil grin appeared on her face as she saw just how big she had gotten. She began jumping and celebrating right as she felt her body tense up." I don't think I'm done growing" with that she shot up a foot in the air. Now as tall as you. Her dress turned into a shirt and her panties exposed. Her legs plumped and her boobs slightly ripped the dress. " Whoa I'm as tall as you are now." She explored her new body when she made a puzzled look.het body tensed up again and she shot up another foot. Her dress ripped and fell off of her. Her bra dug into her back and almost drew blood before breaking off of her. Likewise her panties shot off hitting you in the face. She laughed nervously

"do uh at what point am I going to stop." You checked the machine but the power outage stopped you from reading the dials, you stared at her and shrugged. Her body tensed up again and she shot up another foot, now just barely under the ceiling. She looked around wide-eyed and panicked. " I don't want to be THIS big. I'd prefer if you could shrink me real quick. You ran to the machine as her body tensed and grew again. She shot into the ceiling leaving a sizeable dent and recoiling in pain"quickly please" she said with more than enough panic in her voice. You rebooted the machine as it started to whir back to life. She tensed again as she shot up now several feet. Her entire upper back touching the ceiling as she sat down to giver herself more room. The machine started charging up power. 25% she tensed and grew again, now sitting she was almost at the ceiling again.her boobs and butt way too big for her figure. 50%, her legs shot off on both sides of you as her head bonked the ceiling again. Her head bending to not go through. She looked at up you through her eyebrows with severe distress on her face. She grimaced as she felt another surge coming. " Please I don't think it's going to stop. 75%, her legs bent as they met the far wall and her back rose to touch the ceiling. Her butt was planted against the wall smooshing and bending around it. Any furniture in the room was now long gone. Her breasts piled into her lap preventing her from moving too much. You both watched in horror as she tensed up again. 90%, she shot up again narrowly missing the machine with her boobs. Her head was now above you her knees touching the ceiling. You stared into hundreds of pounds of cleavage right in front of you as you saw her tense up. "Hold it back"you screamed at her"too late she moaned out. Her body grew forward shoving the machine to the floor.100% her boobs piled over the monitor changing setting and switching knobs as it fired back completely missing her and landing squarely on your chest. She now had no room to grow as she filled the entire room. She grabbed you and shoved you into her cleavage. She tensed up around you and shotput through the ceiling of your house, but she oddly didn't seem to get any taller. Suddenly you felt your own body tense up with hers as you both grew up into the night.

[writer-with-jazz]

I saw that requests were open how about a Poly Marauders x reader one where reader is the Slytherin Skittles hufflepuff friend that there really protective of but the Marauders have a crush on her so every time one of them comes to flirt with her a skittle walks by and is just like “ no not happening come on” and tug her away. I just think it would be funny to see like Pandora and James bickering because she won’t let him into the slytherin common room to flirt with reader.

okay I might or might not have postponed writing the part two to bad nights just to write this fic before- it was such a bloody good idea!!!! Thank you sm for requesting hun, this was so fun to write, i did spend four hours writing this I hope it fulfills

Duck goose chase.

James had been trying to sneak past the portraits in the hallway for the past ten minutes, his eyes locked on the Slytherin common room entrance just ahead. His usual confidence was somewhat dampened by the fact that Pandora, was standing guard like a lioness.

"Come on, Pandora, you know I just want to talk to her," James said, trying to charm his way through.

Pandora crossed her arms tightly over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him. "Not happening, Potter. You’ll have to find a different way to flirt with her."

James grinned, leaning casually against the wall. "You know, I don’t think ‘flirting’ is the right word. I’m just talking to her."

"Flirting, talking—same difference," Pandora retorted, tapping her foot. "You're not coming in."

He glanced toward the entrance to the Slytherin common room, where he knew Y/N would be waiting for him, hoping he’d be able to slip past Pandora’s watchful gaze. James had gotten pretty used to the way Pandora was when it came to her friends. And when it came to Y/N, well, Pandora was relentless.

"Come on, you know I’m not a threat to her," James tried again, his voice light but his patience wearing thin. "I just want to see her for a bit. You can stay and supervise if you want, I don't mind."

Pandora raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh, sure. And what’s your plan when you get in there? Sweet talk her into giving you all her attention while you ignore the rest of us? No, James. Not happening."

James had to admit, she had a point. Every time he spent time with Y/N, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, but he never meant to make anyone feel left out. He wasn’t about to start a fight with Pandora, though—he knew better than to challenge someone who could take him on in a duel and still look calm.

"So, what’s the big deal, huh?" he asked with a shrug. "What are you so worried about?"

Pandora gave him a pointed look, her lips pursed. "I’m not worried about Y/N. I’m worried about you—getting distracted by all the pretty girls in the room, then forgetting about her entirely. Or worse, not respecting her boundaries. I know how you work, Potter."

James held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I get it. I’m not here to mess things up, I promise. Just wanna see her for a minute."

Pandora seemed to soften just slightly but didn’t move. "I’ll give you one minute," she said, her tone firm but not as harsh. "One. And if I think you're taking advantage of her, I’m pulling you out by your ear."

James held back a laugh at the sheer intensity in her voice. "Deal. But don’t go easy on me—let me in!"

Pandora hesitated for a moment, clearly considering her options. Finally, with a huff, she stepped aside and waved her hand toward the entrance. "Fine. But you better not break her heart, Potter."

"I never do," James said with a wink as he passed her, grinning to himself. He was about to reach the entrance when Pandora’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

"One minute, Potter," she called after him. "I mean it."

James chuckled, flashing her a quick thumbs up. "One minute. I promise."

He stepped into the common room, and as the door shut behind him, Pandora stood there, her arms still crossed, waiting.

Inside, Y/N was waiting for him. She was sitting on one of the plush armchairs, an amused smile playing on her lips as she watched James enter.

"James Potter, sneaking into the Slytherin common room?" she teased, her green eyes sparkling. "What happened to the rules?"

James flopped down next to her with a dramatic sigh. "Pandora happened. But don't worry, I’ve got one minute before she comes charging in like a storm cloud."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation. "You’re lucky she even let you in. She’s a tough one to get past."

"I know," James said, grinning as he leaned in closer. "But I’m tougher."

"Not tougher than Pandora," Y/N replied, her voice teasing, though there was something softer in her eyes. "She looks out for me, you know. I’m glad she does."

James couldn’t help but admire the way Y/N always stood up for herself, even when it came to her protective friends. It was part of what made her so damn captivating.

"She’s a good friend," James said, his voice sincere. "I get it. But I can hold my own, too."

Y/N smiled at him, but just as the warmth spread across her face, they both heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps—Pandora’s.

"Alright, your minute’s up," Pandora called from the door, looking decidedly unimpressed. "I’m not getting into trouble for you, Potter. So, out."

James gave Y/N a playful wink. "Guess that’s my cue to go. I’ll see you later?"

"Of course," Y/N said, her smile bright. "Don’t make Pandora chase you next time."

As James stood to leave, he exchanged a brief, almost apologetic glance with Pandora, who was still watching like a hawk

He chuckled, leaning toward Pandora as he passed her. “Next time, I’ll bring a gift. Maybe that’ll win you over."

Pandora simply raised an eyebrow. “Not happening, Potter.”

——

The stands were buzzing with excitement as Gryffindor and Slytherin’s Quidditch teams faced off. You were with your Slytherin friendsPandora, Dorcas, and Regulus—cheering loudly for the Slytherin team. You’d always enjoyed Quidditch, though you preferred to watch from the safety of the stands. But today was especially tense, with the Marauders making it impossible to look anywhere else but the field.

James Potter was also playing and you couldn’t help but notice him as he flew, winking and blowing kisses to the crowd. He glanced over at you, his signature grin plastered on his face. He pointed directly at you and mouthed, “Catch me if you can,

before zipping off again, nearly colliding with a Chaser.

Your friends, however, noticed James’ flirts immediately. Pandora leaned in and muttered, “Not again… I swear, if he keeps this up, I’m going to hex him into next week.”

“Relax, Pandora,” you chuckled, adjusting your scarf, but you could feel the heat in your cheeks. “He’s just being James.”

But before Pandora could respond, Regulus was already standing, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he spotted James flying near the stands. 

“Does he ever stop?” Regulus muttered under his breath, eyes locked on James, clearly unimpressed. “He’s making a spectacle of himself.”

Sirius, who was playing Beater, caught sight of you. As he swung his bat to hit a Bludger, he looked over and winked directly at you, making it obvious he was aware you were watching.

“Are they always this blatant?” Dorcas asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. "This is ridiculous."

Before you could reply, Pandora jumped to her feet, her voice sharp as she looked over her shoulder at the Marauders. “Alright, that’s it. You two are waytoo much.”

“Pandora, calm down,” you said, but it was too late. She was already waving her arms toward James and Sirius, sending them both a pointed glare. “Focus on the game, boys!”

“Hey!” James called out from mid-air, throwing you a wink that made your heart race. “I’m trying to win this for you, (Y/N)!”

Regulus, clearly fed up, stood beside you, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), they’ll be gone in a second. Let’s move away before they get any more ideas.”

Pandora grabbed your arm, gently pulling you away. “You deserve better than their theatrics anyway.”

As you moved farther from the field, you glanced over your shoulder to see James and Sirius both frowning, realizing they wouldn’t get the attention they were hoping for. You couldn't help but smile a little, even as your friends steered you toward a quieter spot.

---

You were sitting in the library, surrounded by piles of books and parchment. It was a rare moment of peace, and you needed it for your Herbology essay. But peace in the library had a tendency to get interrupted, especially when Sirius Black was involved.

You felt a shadow fall over your desk and looked up to see Remus standing there with that signature smirk. “I was wondering when you’d show up in here, (Y/N),” he said, casually dropping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. “I could help you with that essay, if you want. I’m excellent at… writing."

You blinked up at him, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m good for now, Remus,” you replied, trying to focus on your work.

Remus , however, had no intention of leaving. He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t want to end up with a C only , would you?”

Before you could formulate a response, Dorcas appeared beside you, her tone sharp. “Remus, you’re really not helping here.”

Remus didn’t budge. “I’m just offering to make things a little easier for (Y/N).”

Dorcas crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. “That’s what you say, but it’s just a distraction. She doesn’t need your help. She’s doing fine on her own.”

Remus rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered. "Alright, alright. I’ll give her space… for now."

But Regulus, who had been watching from the far end of the table, strolled over, his voice calm but firm. "Actually, I think (Y/N) has had enough of your 'help' for today."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly at Regulus’s deadpan delivery, even as he gently began gathering your books, nudging you out of your seat. “Come on, (Y/N). You’re much better off away from the chaos.”

As Regulus guided you toward a quieter section of the library, Pandora and Dorcas both shot you teasing looks.

"You know," Pandora muttered, shaking her head, "They’re relentless, but I think they like. the chase."

but as you looked back, you saw the marauders mouth “hogsmede, 5 pm” to you. Maybe you could sneak off, you thought, blushing as red as a tomato.

Thank you for reading! Requests open for all characters and themes!

also I might start a marauders rp! Dm if anyone wants to join! If we get enough members we will start!

p.s: this was proof read by my sweet friend @hers-miche !! Thanks love ! They helped me loads with the adjectives <33

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer steeped down the stairs, making Adam move backwards into the basement they were just in.

Lucifer: You're not wrong, but you know me, I have to take advantage of a deal that wasn't specified. I like to have fun, Adam. And the Devil can only find so much fun in Hell. I need a stupid human to really make me laugh.

Adam wanted to snap back at this demon for literally making fun of him, but he really wants to get out of this with at least three limbs in tacked.

Adam: W-What if we made another deal-?

Lucifer laughed: Another deal?! Oh, Adam. You're a man after my own heart! But, unfortunately, I already own your soul~.

Adam fell backwards as the Devil continued to stalk towards him. Crawling backwards, Adam kept going until his back hit a wall.

Adam: L-Look man- not offense- but I really don't want to have a kid with you-! My girlfriend- she wants them so fuckimg badly, I- shit. I was just-.

Lucifer stopped in front of Adam and knelt down: Being a good partner. And I respect that, really, I do! But, being down in Hell for a good few thousand years makes one a little selfish~. So, don't make me do this the hard way, Adam.

Adam: I... look. I don't... think... being pregnant would suit you- and I mean that in the nicest way- so how about you let me go and I'll get out of your hair- which looks fantastic, by the way- and be on my way.

He smiles at the Devil, who seems completely unphased by Adam's rambles, in fact, he looks more amused that anything.

But to Adam's surprise, he's able to slowly stand and start ascending up the stairs, keeping his eye on Lucifer the whole time.

As he reaches the top, he slams the door closed and starts running, or he would if he didn't break into an abandoned, nearly two hundred year old home.

Adam walked past a number of uninteresting rooms until he came to one that was flooded with red light, and it reeked of ash and smoke.

He could see something leaning against the wall, writhing and moaning. And against his better judgement, he slowly walked in.

Adam: T-The fuck...?

The light flickered as he got closer to whatever it was. The shape was unnatural, and the sounds it made were so strange that he couldn't imagine a human or any creature being able to make them.

He stopped in the middle of the floor. He felt like he was on auto pilot as the figure became clearer.

It was him. As a complete mess, gripping the wall trying to stand.

What what Adam noticed first was what 'he' was holding. 'He' was pressing something into 'his' stomach, making it look large and jutting out. But that's impossible. All of this is. So why couldn't Adam look away.

Even as something thick started to gush down 'his' legs, and pool on the floor. The strange sounds 'he' was making shifted into something that sounded too close to moaning.

When Adam saw something start to come out of the figure in front of him, his mind finally kicked and made his legs start working.

Walking backwards, he kept his eyes on the version of him in the bedroom. Adam wasn't sure if it was the fear brought on by the horror of what he was seeing or morbid curiosity, but he didn't turn and run away. He only stepped backwards slowly, and carefully.

He flinched when he felt something large and warm against his back, blooding his path. Nimble claws reached over his shoulders and dragged over his skin, pulling at his buttoned shirt. He only jumped when his shirt was slowly pulled open, his buttons flying who knows where.

Lucifer: Like what you see, Adam~?

His body felt like it was on fire, the heat front the Devil pressing into his back and the sight in front of him only adding to the heat.

Lucifer: I do~.

Sooo- Adam summoning Lucifer because he wants his girlfriend to get pregnant, but she's infertile. But instead Lucifer cages Adam up, makes him completely overcome by lust 24/7 and is made to birth Lucifer's children?

No one sees him again 🤷

I feel like my kinks are coming a lot...

But anyway. This.

LOL Adam just needing the Devil's dick all the live long day and even dreams about it 😆

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Adam was looking at the spell book and up at the man in the pentagram that was dressed in a nice suit and tie, whites, reds, and gold accents to pull it all together.

Adam: I feel like I've been tricked somehow.

Lucifer: How do?

Adam: You are the devil right?

Lucifer fixed his tie: Last time I checked. I do have a name you know.

Adam: Lucifer, yeah I'm aware. Look, I'm well aware you're probably busy, torturing souls or whatever down in Hell so I'll get to the point. My girlfriend and I want to have a baby but I guess there's something wrong, lack of eggs or something the doctor spoke in many technical terms. You're all powerful right? You could help her be more fertile?

Lucifer blinked, well this was an odd request: I mean, yeah but don't humans have clinics for this?

Adam: Yeah but do you have any idea how expensive those are? And not a guarantee that we could have a baby. This would be.

The Devil looked the young man over, he couldn't be any older than 27, he was tall with brown hair and honey brown eyes and tan skin. Very attractive for human standards. And he should know, he was in Eden.

Lucifer smirked, he could work this to his advantage.

Lucifer: So, you want me to give you children?

Adam: Yes....?

Was he missing something?

Lucifer: Well, you gotta let me out of the little drawing of yours.~

Adam raised a brow: You can't do it from there?

[sparklestheunicorn]

I can see you is so pen and kelsea coded

[bi-writes]

ok reverse the TROPE !!!!!! sugar-mommy!f!reader x retired!simon <333 (18+)

he got discharged on a medical injury. his knee flares up now, phantom pains that shoot up his leg and pinch his spine. he feels like a failure--a lieutenant in his prime, and now he has to acclimate to civilian life and grit his teeth instead of drown the voices in his head out with gunfire.

he's been deployed as much as he could be just to stay away from this kind of place. so he didn't have to get on a train, or take the tube. so he didn't have to think about looking over his shoulder in the shops or learn how to pay a wifi bill. he hates going to the doctor's office, and he hates learning how to properly open his bank account, just to learn that there's nearly nothing in it.

the numbers just dwindle before his very eyes. the rent is too high, even in his shitty studio. when did cable cost that much? why can't he go to the pub for just a few pounds anymore? where is the compensation for giving more than a decade of his life in service of his country just to have to wait in fucking lines to get his medication and argue over the phone about where all his fucking money went.

maybe he never had any. maybe it's all lost somewhere. he'd ask his former captain, but he's halfway across the world, and over his dead body would he hold a hand out and ask for charity when he's 36 years old.

"don't get that one."

simon turns his head, a snarl caught in his throat. there's a pretty thing standing beside him, also staring at the array of ramen packages in focus. you take the orange package out of his hand and put it back on the shelf before reaching for a different package. it's got japanese characters on it, so he can't read the label, but you smile up at him.

"this one is way better. good price for it, too."

"'s more expensive."

"yeah, but you get eight packets in this one. that one only gives you five."

at the till, you notice him subtly counting the notes in his wallet. you pretend not to notice, rocking back and forth on your heels, but just as he picks up his bag to leave, you speak up.

"you wanna get a drink? on me."

and fuck, he could use a bourbon. on the first one, he thought your presence was pleasantly tolerable. by the fourth, he's staring down your shirt, dark eyes mapping out what the curves of your breasts might look like in the palm of his big hand. by the sixth, you're pressed up against a sticky bathroom wall and holding on for dear life as he pounds into you from behind, knickers in his back pocket, manicured nails digging slits into his tattooed forearm.

you sink those claws in that night; and you do not let go.

the third night you ask him out, he sees your flat for the first time. in a nice building downtown, doorman holding the door open for you. the elevator ride is long enough for him to see the tops of buildings, and when you step inside your flat, he swallows hard when he realizes you are way out of his league.

gorgeous leather seats and couch. large tv with surround sound. a french kitchen with a gas stove. your flat is filled with knickknacks and candles, low yellow lights and wonderful collections of art and little glass vases and sculptures. your home is filled with warmth, and you don't belong with him.

just as he thinks about backing out of the place, you turn and grip the lapels of his jacket, tugging him closer. you touch your nose to his over his mask, smiling, and you push the door closed behind him and press him up against it.

"so, which room do you wanna christen first? i thought we could start in the kitchen."

you're a woman that knows what she wants, he'll give you that; and he doesn't have it in him to say no.

the sun wakes him up in the morning. he doesn't remember falling asleep--he doesn't like to make staying over a habit. when he sits up on his elbows, he takes a deep breath, realizing his back hurts a lot less. the mattress of your bed is wonderful, much more supportive than the flat mess he has on the floor in his own place, and he blinks himself awake when you come out of the bathroom.

you're freshly dressed, makeup on, and you're putting on your jewelry when you see him. you smile at him, coming towards the bed, and you bend down to kiss where his mouth would be under the mask.

"good morning, simon. sleep well?"

"mmm..."

you take that as a yes, cupping his jaw, and you kiss him over his mask again before going to get some shoes from your closet. he doesn't comment on the fact that when you open it, he realizes the closet there is only for shoes...

"you hungry, baby? want some breakfast?"

"i--oh..." simon lays back down when his back tweaks, and you reach for him when you see him fall back in the mirror. you smooth a hand down the side of his body, frowning.

"why don't you stay in bed? i'll have my assistant bring you something."

"no, tha's--"

"i'm not asking, simon, i'm telling you," you coo. you pick up one of his hands and trace one of his scars with your finger. you have long, almond-shaped nails. there's pretty chrome nail art over the wine red color you wear, and he focuses on it as you kiss his knuckles gently. "will you wait for me to come home?"

"where y'goin'?"

"gotta work, honey," you wink down at him. "and i want you to be here when i get back."

"tha' so?"

"mhm," you smile. "right here. in my bed--" you lift the covers a little and peek, giggling as you put it back down after getting a glimpse at his cock resting against his lower stomach. "just like this, simon."

he doesn't remember if he ever goes back to his flat. he thinks he went one more time, to grab a few bottles of his medication, but the tick in his knee hadn't been so bad with the great physical therapy you started paying for and the warm massages you gave him every night.

and his back--your bed always contours perfectly against the muscles of his back, and he finds himself sleeping a full seven hours every single night.

not to mention his new work outs. simon hadn't been to the gym much since coming home, but he knows he must be burning hundreds of calories with you. you test his limits. as soon as you're home, you jump on him, and the stress relief your pussy brings him is just what he needs to get the edge off. you're a fiend, especially after a rough day, and the way you bounce on his cock in every room of your flat keeps him up at night sometimes with the most glorious wet dreams.

you're up late that night. you're curled up on the couch in one of simon's shirts and a glass of red wine, and there's a mountain of papers around you that you're focusing on reading. you have a huge presentation tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect. simon comes into the living room, shirtless, and you smile when you see him standing there. he's wearing the new sweats you got him, but you can't focus on that too much when you're staring at his pudgy, toned stomach and his nice pecs. you bite your lip, taking a long sip of your wine, and simon hikes up his mask to take a bite out of his bowl of ice cream.

"gonna be up late tonight?" he asks, and you nod. "want me to sit with ya?" you nod again, lifting up your legs, and when he takes a seat next to you, you drape them across his lap. you lean over to give his scarred cheek a kiss, and when you turn back to your paperwork, a thought comes across your mind.

"we should get married," you say softly, circling a note over something. simon keeps eating, as if what you said doesn't phase him.

"why's tha', love?"

"tax benefits."

"mmm..." simon drops one of his hands and thumbs against your ankle. the flat is warm. his stomach is full. his body hurts less, and his heart aches with something nice. "olright then."

you smile.

"good. cause i already bought the ring."

NEXT

[pureshoney]

her laugh bubbled up softly against his skin. "a medical issue?" her voice teased, "maybe you should work harder on that proposal instead of making excuses." something warm bloomed in her chest at his admission about wanting to make things work with her friends and not wanting her to divide herself. "you don't have to pretend with them. just be you. that's all i want." how he spoke about seeing all of him now, about never changing who he was, made her heart race. she shifted to meet his eyes, letting him know her certainty. "i want all of you," her voice dropped lower, "every single part." when he mentioned her friends looking like cheap fakes compared to her that night at the bar, she couldn't help but smile against his skin, remembering how his eyes had followed only her. "cheap fakes?" her laugh was playful as she picked up her head to kiss the lips she hadn't been able to stop thinking about for days. "you made me feel like the only woman in that bar. also, the only girl in the back of your car … and the girl that got fucked two houses down because you couldn't make it back until we got to your place because i wouldn't hold off my orgasm until you made it back," the words leave her lips with a syrupy tone. their relationship had a less than conventional, conservative start. and their relationship certainly still didn't have that. in fact, they might have even gotten even more morally grey with the knowledge that her boyfriend was a killer. "no, i can't just appreciate the build, i just wanna get fucked, daddy…" sure, there were times when dylan liked being teased or the foreplay, but that simply wasn't the case right now. the couple had been apart for far too long for keenan's games. "aren't i always?" hums underneath her breath, blue hues briefly rolling into the back of her head when he pulled her panties taut, continuing to run up against her sensitive bundle of nerves. "i don't have a nasty fuckin' pussy, daddy. i might be a nasty whore but not my pussy …" she might have a filthy mouth too, and keenan might have been insistent on it, but they both knew the truth. that her pussy felt equivalent to heaven, how her arousal flows like honey. how those tight pink walls feel warm but tender around him when the male was ruining the femme. and just the simple fact that it feels like her cunt was made for him. blonde can't help but whine when his hand comes down against her toned stomach, but she stops those hips from moving regardless. "mmm … fine, i got it, sir." throws out the name once more, because of how clearly it has an effect on him. tanned legs spread further at the sensation of his dripping head slipping up and down between coated walls, "told you, you make me so fucking horny," hues leave his own for a brief second to look down at where their bodies were connected before looking up at him, "use me. i wanna be your cu-" but before she can finish declaration, homme was thrusting his entire length inside of her which results in a gasp and guttural moan instead. "o-oh fuck … mo-more. please. i need you." and she does; it's shown when her legs wrap around his hips and needy hands are reaching to pull his upper half closer because dylan wants him flush against her. needs to be so close to him that air could not pass.

getting judged by people was something keenan had gotten used to, practically since birth his father had seen no issue in pointing out what he was doing wrong or how big of a disappointment he was. needless to say dylan's friends way of dismissing him was nothing compared to what he'd faced before — their reluctance to know him was likely just because he wasn't rich. oh well. regardless of what they thought he was going to marry his girl and rub it in all of their faces. "princess, don't i work enough already? you get me hard so often i'm starting to wonder if it's a medical issue", homme jokes, brows rising. for him to choose the perfect ring keenan would need time, plus a jeweller that didn't assume he was going to snatch the damn thing before paying and run. he wants it all to be perfect for her, for dyl to look down at that ring every day for the rest of her life and know how loved she is. "it matters that we can all be in the same room together", admits with a slow shrug, "they don't have to like me, but i don't want you splitting yourself in two all the time either baby." so he'll try, listen to their conversations and attempt to be of some value, to prove that he was worthy of dylan even if before tonight he had seriously doubted that. "i'll never change, princess. this is exactly who i am, for the first time you're seeing all of me." chuckling keenan rises slightly to pin her with a knowing look, "of course they were looking at you, dyl. those girls looked like cheap fakes compared to you, the real thing." truthfully he can't even remember what her friends from that night look like, he'd been so focused on dylan and her bratty attitude, the confident strut as she approached the sticky bar. nobody could compete with her. "can't you just appreciate the build up?", he's dragging it out and they both know it, refusing to give his future wife what she wants purely because he can — because now they're back together and it feels too damn amazing to rush through. yanking his t-shirt over his head he pushes it aside and looks down, watching the leaking tip of his dick nudge against her underwear. "mm ... so fuckin' pretty", hasn't even glimpsed her cunt yet and he's already salivating, tugging that flimsy fabric tighter against her damp heat. "oh princess haven't you learned anything? your pussy is always nasty, you're always gonna be a dirty little slut for daddy, ain't you?" fuck, her casually tossing out sir has his body temperature rising, fingers pulling her panties to the side as he sits on his knees. "nu-uh, no squirming baby or sir will fuck every hole but your cunt, got it?" free hand presses down against her stomach, settling his horny barbie while he rocks his hips against her, thick cock slipping between drenched folds. "so fuckin' wet for me, you weren't lying." hopes she'll make a mess on his sheets, drip that honeyed arousal and later his cum from her holes all over his bed. a slight nudge of a finger is all keenan needs to align with her tight cunt, hues climbing back to her face as he suddenly slams his hips forward --- pushing inch upon inch inside his girl. "fuck!"

[nanaslutt]

roommates!gojo & geto jerking each other off while thinking abt their cute neighbor they both want soooo bad

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“do it harder.” geto groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he laid back against satoru’s pillows. said man currently had his hand wrapped around his cock, albeit poorly. his hand was soft as fuck, but he was touching him like he had never touched a dick before. “jerk me off how you jerk yourself off.”

gojo snorted, his words breathy as he spoke, “what if i like it soft?” geto shook his head and curled his toes when gojo wrapped his hand around him tighter. “these walls are thin, i’ve heard you having sex and i know you don’t like it soft. those poor girls.”

gojo laughed, “they love it, i think she would love it too.” he said. geto licked his lips, starting to paint an image in his head. “what would you do to her?” he asked tentatively, his eyebrows furrowing together when gojo focused on his cock head like the bastard he was.

“mmm i think id start with fingering her.” gojo said. “i’ve seen her a couple times in the laundry room bend over in those tiny shorts—you know the ones. and her-“ he stopped talking to groan when geto stroked over a particularly sensitive vein. “they don’t cover much.”

geto nodded, seeing you bent over in his head. “you think she’s sensitive?” geto asked, cracking his eyes open to peek at gojo. his eyes were lidded and focused on the hand around his cock. geto tried not to shy away when he felt his pre cum drip into his hand. he’d never jerked anyone off before—besides himself.

“oh yeah,” gojo responded, biting his plush lip. for some reason it made geto’s mouth water. “i think… fuck, i think i could make her squirt with just my fingers.” gojo’s face was getting flushed now. it made geto want to tease him. “yeah?” he asked, squeezing his hand tighter around his shaft and relishing in his reaction when he sucked in a breath through his teeth and arched his back. “would you make her squirt all over our couch?”

gojo moaned at his filthy words and nodded, his head tipping back against the headboard. “yeah.” geto nodded, looking at his roommate even though his eyes were closed. “what would you do if i walked in when you were making her cum?” he asked, paying attention to the head of his cock.

“i-id let you suck my fingers clean.” he groaned, making geto’s balls throb at the visual. “god, she’d probably get so hot… trying to press her thighs together watching me suck your fingers.” gojo nodded, his mouth falling open in a small O.

“would you want her pussy or her ass?” geto asked, his breath coming more quickly. “ass, i know it’s so tight and warm. god. would you want her at the same time?” geto nodded despite him being unable to see. “yeah, just think about how good she would look with tears down her face trying to take us both.”

suddenly, a hand way being wrapped around his wrist. geto opened his eyes fully and watched with rapt attention as gojo cursed before his back arched. he continued stroking him, despite knowing what was gonna happen. he cringed when hot ropes of cum spilled from his dick, coating his hand and his cock and making a lewd sound from the stroking.

gojo gripped geto’s wrist to stop him, and geto pulled it away and made a face at the mess on his hand. gojo also had stopped jerking him off, just weakly holding his throbbing cock. “that did it for you huh?” he teased. gojo laughed before removing his hand from geto’s cock.

gojo crawled off the edge of the bed and bent down to grab a towel to wipe his cock clean with. geto gripped his cock and languidly started stroking, waiting for gojo to help him get off. “your turn, one minute man. come keep this fantasy going so i can blow all over your hand and pretend it’s hers.”

a cruel smile twisted on gojo’s face before he dropped the towel and zipped his pants back up. “i’m sure you can finish yourself off.” getos mouth opened in disbelief. “if you need some help, i have porn from last night still up on my laptop, feel free to check it out. it’s really good stuff.” with a wink, he left geto gaping and alone in HIS room with his stiff cock in his hand.

fucking biiiitch.

[reignpage]

Sweet Revenge

Summary: you get revenge on your cheating husband with Toji who isn't going to let the opportunity pass Word Count: quick read with 720 words Warnings: porn with little plot, unprotected sex, revenge sex, infidelity, cream pie, exhibitionism, single dad!toji, rough, manhandling, dirty talk, praise

Your husband is a cheating, lying bastard. He sucks. He’s ugly and fat and lazy and you hate him. For years, you had put up with the changes in him: he stopped showering frequently, no longer said please and thank you, didn’t ever bother taking you on a date. All of that you could take, even when you haven’t had an orgasm from him for years. 

But the cheating on you…with your own sister!

That demands revenge.

That’s where Single dad!Toji comes in. 

He’s your sister’s crush, the one she loves to see at the kindergarten when she picks up her son. She gushes over him all the time. Talking about how muscular he is, those damn biceps and that godforsaken smirk, the one that makes his scar stretch delectably. 

You always shrugged her off. 

But, well, she's right. 

Single dad!Toji wastes no time in wrangling you against the wall, shoving his huge hand inside your leggings, straight into your panties as he rubs at your clit. Meanwhile, he’s swallowing every whine and moan with a sloppy kiss, gripping your throat with his other hand, making sure you’re pinned to the wall. God, his hands are calloused as fuck but it just makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Finally thought I’m good enough to give a go?” He snarks. “Been eyeing you all year when you pick up your nephew, y’know?”

Single dad!Toji makes you cum on his fingers, curling three fingers inside to press incessantly at your g-spot whilst he thumbs at your little bud. He snorts when you claw at his chest, screaming about how you need more. So with a quick peck to your lips, he shoves your leggings and panties all the way down and spin you around. Your face is squished against the wall and a cool breeze is blowing all over your sloppy pussy. 

“Toji! Fuck, I need you inside! Wanna cum on your cock, pleasepleaseplease,” you squeal when you feel him slide his cock between your legs, coating his long, thick length with your overflowing juices. 

“Yeah, yeah. Relax ma, I’ll fuck ya so good you’ll forget all about your shitty husband.” 

And God, does he?! He shoves his entire length at once, his heavy balls slapping your clit with every thrust, wringing moans and groans out of you. He’s kissing your cervix, branding bruises on your hips and biting your neck. Seriously, his dick game is fucking crazy, stretching you out like you never have been in your entire life. You forget all about your stupid husband and your stupid sister. 

“Yes! Right there! Right there, oh god, Toji! Fuuuuckkk,” you scream. Your voice is growing hoarse and when he pulls your hair to shove his tongue down your throat, you lose your sanity. Everything about him is so big and hard and strong. And whilst he sucks on your bottom lip, he kneads your tits. “God, I fucking love you.”

Single dad!Toji laughs, punctuating his mocking words with deep thrusts. “Ha! Dick so good you fell in love? Marry me then, ma”

“WHAT?!” You screech when he starts pinching your clit, pummelling your pussy with his throbbing cock. “Marriage? Are you crazy?”

Single dad!Toji makes you cum. Your orgasm hits you like a truck. And his soon follows, powerful spurts painting your walls white with hot cum, and you know for a fact the fucking guy has strong swimmers. 

“You’re gonna get me pregnant!”

He chortles, “Then you’ll have to marry me, fucking perfect.”

Single dad!Toji is still thrusting his softening cock inside of you, milking himself for everything he’s worth, really digging his cum inside to make sure it takes. And he’s still groping your tits. “Gonna love drinking from these when they’re all swollen up.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Both of you turn to look at the door. Your sister and your husband are gaping at you. She drops her groceries, oranges rolling on the floor.

Single dad!Toji smirks against your head before pressing a smooch there. Then he spins you around again, this time so he can bend you over to show them the cum leaking from your fluttering pussy. 

“Welcome home, losers. You get to see your nephew’s conception, congrats. We’re expecting a sizeable gift at the baby shower, yeah?”

What the hell, sure.

[5sospenguinqueen]

The Wrong Bull | Mark Webber x Interviewer! Reader

Summary: Mark was enjoying a private relationship with his favourite F1 interviewer. Until the internet started shipping you with his biggest rival

Warnings: Malaysia 2013. A lot of fabrication ie made up insta names. Swearing. Suggestive content. Indulgent blurb because who doesn’t like the idea of needy/possessive Mark. 

Requested: No

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its_yn happy malaysia grand prix weekend! i’m very happy to be in the paddock this weekend bringing you the insight on how our eleven teams are doing

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danielricciardo can’t wait to see you. always bring me the most interesting questions

→ its_yn and you always bring me the most random answers

user1 my fave interviewer. i love the way she lovingly bullies the drivers. they’re always so engaging with her

jensonbutton now that’s a handsome man

→ its_yn thank you, i try 

→ danielricciardo but i’m the one with random answers?

user2 i’m so happy you’re in the paddock. you have the best rapport with the drivers and always have the best interviews with them

skysportsf1 when all the drivers beg for you to be there, we can’t say no

→ its_yn aw, you guys. i knew you loved me really

→ sebastianvettel of course. the prettiest interviewer we have

→ user3 oh, well then, get in there vettel

→ user4 sebastian making his move

user5 vettel winning on and off the track

user6 no way he bagged the hot sky sports presenter

user7 okay but the way she was smiling at him

→ user8 and the way he looked at her? talk about heart eyes

user9 if they need a third or a dog, i can bark

user10 ngl i thought jenson button was going to win her over

user11 okay, let’s chill a second guys. they just entered the paddock together

→ user12 we might be seeing the beginning of their relationship! how can any of us be calm. used to pray for times like these 

→ user13 yes but we don’t want to scare them off before we get confirmation

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Back resting against the wall of Mark's driver room, legs curled beneath you, you flipped through your notebooks. Going through your notes, you occasionally jotted something down, deeming it worthy of potentially mentioning during any interviews later. The sound of the lock turning had your head snapping up in time to see Mark's tall stature fill the doorframe. His eyes landed on you instantly, and he wriggled through the small gap he had created, blocking you from view of whoever was on the other side. A few short sentences later, Mark had managed to provide an adequate excuse to be alone. The door shut with a quiet click and Mark assured you it was locked.

"What are you doing here?" Mark questioned, the soft smile on his face assuring he wasn't opposed to the sight of you in his room. "Shouldn't you be out bothering more important people?"

"More important than you?" You shot back. "I've been put in charge of the post-race interviews today so I've got a bit of a break."

Mark took note of your jacket hanging on the back of his door, and your shoes at the foot of his massage table. His things surrounded by your things. And he was warmed by how comfortable you were here. In an endeavour to find some peace admit the chaos of the paddock, you took refuge in his room. The notion stoked the little fire of possessiveness within him.

"So, you're just going to hide out here until the race?"

Your pile of snacks, the circle of papers around you, and his jumper hanging from your frame told him all he needed to know. He just wanted - no, needed - to hear you say it. Especially after he'd overheard some of the drivers teasing Vettel during the Parade. About you, and the internet's speculations. And how if the German ended up on the podium, then how could the "pretty interviewer" say no to a date. So, regardless of the fact that it was his name and number splashed across your body, he still needed to hear you say it. To confirm that you were his and his alone.

"Until I'm needed, then yes," you smiled, watching as he slowly approached.

The white fireproof clinging to his muscular arms flexed as he placed them on either side of you. His race suit was wrapped around his waist precariously, looking ready to fall apart with a slight tug.

He angled his head down towards you, cheeks dimpling when he grinned. "And if I say you're needed right now?"

Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him down to close the small gap he had left between you. "What exactly am I needed for, Mr Webber?"

His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Before you could register that he'd moved, his mouth was on yours, moving against you and swallowing your surprised squeak. His arms wound themselves around your midsection, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body pressed into you instantly, and you melted into his touch.

Sliding your hands into his hair, you tugged at the short strands so as to pull him off you in order to catch your breath. As he didn't need oxygen more than he needed you, Mark's lips continued moving. His lips moved across your jaw, under your ear and down to the fluttering pulse in your neck, leaving a fiery path as he moved. A whimper was pulled from you when he sucked gently, your back arching into him. Paper crinkled beneath you when he lowered you onto the bed.

"Mark," you moaned, "you don't have time."

"Shh," he whispered against your skin, crawling atop you, trapping you between his body and the massage table. It have a groan of protest but he paid it no mind.

Not when your hands slid under his fireproofs, stroking the heated skin of his abdomen before trailing lower. With one pull, the knot of his race gave way, removing the cushioning that had prevented his hard length from pressing into you. A throaty groan escaped him when you rolled your hips against him.

Mark chuckled at your sudden eagerness. "What happened to not having enough time?"

"You shouldn't be so tempting."

Knowing that you craved him as much as he did you had Mark reconnecting your lips, moving with more fervour. Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. His hips jerked against you when you pulled his bottom lip into your mouth, sucking gently. Mark's hands slid down your hips, reaching around to palm your ass and pull you flush against him. The throbbing in his underwear intensified.

Two sharp raps on the door made your eyes snap open, fear flitting across your face when the door handle rattled. Mark pressed closer to you once more; not in lust but worry that someone would see you in the dishevelled state he had created. That was a sight for his eyes only.

Another knock came before a deep voice called out for the driver. "Christian wants to see you for a pre-race chat."

"What, now?"

"Yeah."

Mark groaned before looking down at you. Lipstick smeared, cheeks flushed and blotches darkening on your neck. He wasn't sure he could go outside. The image of you like this would stay with him, making him strain against the fabric of his suit.

"Go, my love," you whispered, tying his suit back around his waist, ensuring the arms carefully concealed the problem you had created. "And try not to collide with your teammate."

Well, the mention of his biggest rival this year was one way to soften him.

"You'll still be here when I get back? Before I jump in the car?" He pleaded.

He knew the answer. Of course he did. The routine had been the same for the past two years but, as before, he needed the verbal reassurance.

"And why would I do that?" You teased, snickering when the 6'1 man in front of you started to pout.

"Because how else would I get my pre-race kiss?"

"You could away ask Vettel."

The look on Mark's face turned from faux sadness to something much darker. You yelped when his teeth sunk into your neck before he pressed a soothing kiss on the mark he'd left (yes, I laughed at that). Shooting you a wink, he dashed out the door, and you were left alone once more.

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user1 seb really turned on the charm with this one

→ user2 he got away with defying team orders, won the race, and decided to win the girl 

user3 they would make such a cute couple though

user4 idk how yn managed to keep her calm, interviewer face on because if 3x wdc winner sebastian vettel spoke to me like that, i’d be giggling and twirling my hair fr

user5 okay i wasn’t a fan of the sebastian/yn train earlier but this interview may have convinced me 

user6 i love how she’s trying to stay unbiased but you can see that she’s impressed with vettel’s racing today 

→ user7 i actually thought she was a bit short with him for a change

→ user8 no i agree. her energy felt off. usually she laughs when they’re flirting

user9 did anyone else see webber watching them in the background?

→ user10 vettel needs to sleep with one eye open

user11 everyone talking about sebyn but i swear she kept looking behind him at mark

→ user12 mark defo smiled at her when they made eye contact 

→ user13 bfr, she’s clearly into seb here 

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f1 and it’s a 1-2 for red bull! oh, sorry, was that meant to say 2-1? 

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redbullracing that’s our bulls

→ user1 i didn’t realise we celebrated defying team orders

→ user2 oh please. sebastian was faster. mark needs to just accept that 

its_yn well done, team red bull

→ user3 it’s okay, sis. you can say well done to the love of your life for winning 

→ user4 vettel getting a celebration better than a champagne shower later 

user5 f1 is foul for this lmao 

→ user6 love how they used the pics where mark looks the most pissed off

sebastianvettel very good race. well done, team 

→ user7 he sounds so polite like he’s not a certified track terror 

user8 i’m in love with admin today. they knew what they were doing with this caption 

jensonbutton has anyone heard from mark since the podium?

→ fernandoalonso he’s yapping my ear off until all the conferences are done

user9 poor mark. he looked ready to throttle seb when they were doing interviews

→ user10 omg was that the one where seb was flirting with yn??

→ user9 yes! webber was stood behind him looking murderous. so hot 

user11 not to be one of those but i saw yn comforting mark after the race

→ user12 before or after her flirty interview with seb? 

→ user13 not fans trying to push yn and webber based on their 3 interactions when all this seb and yn content is right there

user1 sorry but no one can convince me that she didn’t just have a celebration romp with vettel

→ user2 yes! got to celebrate his win properly haha

→ user3 when he asked if she had plans later knowing she’d end up in his driver’s room

user4 dishevelled clothes, messy hair and her red lipstick from the morning gone? did someone say driver’s room sex

user5 she really does look like she got dicked down good 

user6 it’s the fact that almost everyone from the garage has left and she still got caught, bless her

user7 no because imagine angry sex with mark webber after that race

→ user8 oof, i never saw mark that way before but his face on that podium has me feeling some kind of way 

→ user9 i love how everyone is thinking of seb and your magnificent brain thought of mark

→ user7 i’m just saying, if i had to pick between the blonde twink or the angry, tall aussie, i know who i’m going with 

user10 okay but imagine it was mark’s room she snuck out from. seb stole his win so mark stole his crush 

→ user11 revenge, hate sex 

user12 did anyone else see the two marks on her neck during the interviews earlier though? i don't think post-race was the first taste miss thing got today

user13 damn, i always thought vettel would be good but he looks like he did a number on her 

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markwebber please can you stop "shipping" her with the wrong bull. she’s mine

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its_yn and has happily been yours for two wonderful years

→ user1 they’ve been together for two years?!

→ user2 excuse me, two years and they kept it from everyone?! 

fernandoalonso does this mean i lose elite status as the only one who knows?

→ jensonbutton you knew! 

→ lewishamilton of course he knew. although i feel a little blindsided 

user3 no because i was fighting in the trenches for mark and yn whilst y’all were pushing the sebyn agenda

user4 who taught him to take the most romantic photos ever

→ markwebber yn did

→ its_yn i trained him good, ladies, so back off

redbullracing members of the garage have asked that you keep any noise in the driver’s room to a minimum. please and thanks

→ user5 so she did get her back blown out after the race by angry mark

→ user6 living my dream

→ its_yn i see you. he’s not for you anymore

jensonbutton genuinely did not see this coming. ngl, i was convinced yn was with seb

→ redbullracing so did we. we got sucked into all the twitter theories. they made a convincing case

→ its_yn @/redbullracing we had to disclose our relationship to you?

→ redbullracing i know. that’s how convincing they were

→ markwebber @/christianhorner how do i file a complaint about admin

user7 the height difference between them 🥰

→ user8 the height difference between them 🥵

danielricciardo well, there go my chances 

→ markwebber you’re too young for her, mate

→ danielricciardo yes but clearly she has a thing for aussies

→ its_yn just the one ;)

user9 no wonder he was angry. seb stole his win and then poor mark had to watch him flirt with his girl

→ user10 and watch as the entire internet shipped his girlfriend of two years with that win-stealing man 

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