#AND MY STOMACH IS FULL OF BUTTERFLIES W MY FACE ALL RED

[1980ssunflower]

LOOK AT THE CUTEST MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLLDDDD AOUAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[amourane]

smitten

pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: fluff

w/c: 0.7k

summary: jeonghan is completely smitten for you and he refuses to admit it.

warnings: noneee

a/n: aaa i hope you guys like this <3 i wasn't gonna post two fics in a row but i whipped this one up in about half an hour so i hope you guys enjoy it! not sure if i should make it a mini series, lmk!

Jeonghan found it hard to breathe with you around. He found it hard to focus, to concentrate. He had always been one to keep his cool, to stay calm and collected but ever since he met you all logical thinking had been thrown out of the window. He wasn’t a type of guy that would get nervous and he certainly wasn’t the type of guy that would get distracted. Jeonghan prided himself in being the stoic and very attractive star student at Seoul National University. 

So why did he find himself completely befuddled in front of you?

You who were so beautiful, so pretty, so gorgeous yet so annoying. He had never met another girl who would claw at his bones more than you. Your tinkling laugh and bright shiny eyes. It all made him go positively crazy and he couldn’t do anything to help that. You had this magnetic pull that would drag Jeonghan along despite his protests. 

His friends had all teased him for it. They had seen the way his cheeks would flush whenever you stared at him or the way he would look at you with the most lovesick eyes. Nevertheless, he continued to deny his affections. 

It didn’t matter anyway. You were too dense to notice how everyone seemed to snicker whenever you went up to Jeonghan or the way everyone would peer over their textbooks whenever you asked to partner up with the infamous student. You, who’s smile was so bright, failed to see how everyone could tell how smitten Yoon Jeonghan was for you even if he denied it. 

“Hannie!” Your voice echoed through the hallway and Jeonghan winced at the loud sound. His expression remained neutral as you came bounding up towards him with the most adorable grin on your face. “Guess who just got full marks on her test? Me!”

The test paper you shoved in his face made Jeonghan go cross eyes as he struggled to decipher your scrawled answers and the red pen the professor had marked with. The biggest thing that caught his eyes was the 100 in the top right hand corner. 

“That’s good Y/n.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You pouted as you removed the test paper from his face. “I worked so hard for that Hannie, I pulled all nighters and everything! I didn’t even ask you for any help, isn’t that impressive?”

“Yeah.” Jeonghan felt the cage of butterflies fly open in his stomach and he gulped. “That’s amazing Y/n but you really shouldn’t stay up revising, it actually decreases the chance of taking information in. You can enter sleep deprivation and it has a really high chance of simply going blank in exams and that’s not good at all you know.”

Your smile remained on your face as Jeonghan continued to rattle off the side effects of lack of sleep. You stepped closer towards him, only inches away. Jeonghan’s breath hitched as he stared at your pretty face. His eyes flickered to your lips and then your eyes. The eyes he could stare into forever and not get bored with. 

“Then you help me revise. I could use help from that brain of yours. I actually did go blank in my exam but it wasn’t because of sleep deprivation.”

Jeonghan knew better than to ask what but he couldn’t help the curiosity that was gnawing at his mind like a beast begging to be set free. He stared at you, your bright expression rendering him speechless as he tried to come up with words to say.

“What was it then?” He croaked out, voice trembling at the close proximity. “Why did you get distracted?”

You giggled leaning in closer so that your lips were brushing his ear. “You.”

Jeonghan froze, his whole body stood still like ice and you continued to giggle and he saw the way your smile seemed to grow bigger. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched you step back, the test paper still clutched in your hands. He felt his cheeks burst into flames as his jaw hung open in shock at your words. 

“See you later Hannie! I’ll pop over so we can exchange notes.” 

You waved him goodbye before skipping away as if you hadn’t just caused the poor guy to melt in his shoes. Jeonghan gripped his textbooks tightly and he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth. The beating of his heart could be heard in his ears and he tried desperately to calm himself down.

You were the only one capable of making Yoon Jeonghan grow completely flustered and he hated it.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝘼𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

synopsis: being a cam couple w/ aventurine

tags: vulgar, explicit, exhibitionism, creampie, nipple play, handjob

wrd cnt: 1.5k

a/n: rewrite from first acc!

Your boyfriend Aventurune is well, tight on money, all the time... but! This leaves room for a lot or creative ways for him to obtain income, somehow he always makes it work, this time he's eager to involve you as well.

You're just sitting on the couch one night, finishing up some work while waiting for your love to come back home.

You hear the keys in the front door jingle, "Y/n? I have a surprise for you honey!" you hear, curiously you walk over to the kitchen table where he has two sparkly bags waiting for you.

"What's this?" You ask, happy to open them up and take a look inside.

Aventurine takes out your presents, and well...your jaw drops at the sight of the softest material, silky and lace lingerie in a dark red hue, with ribbons at the chest and bottom.

"What do you think?", he says, a smirk on his face as he hands you the garment.

You thank him excitedly, before he pulls out a matching collar and vibrator, along with his and hers masquerade masks. "Aven...you really want to get lucky tonight huh- how did you afford all this?”

He chuckles, "About that, before I tell you, this gift is for you with no strings, but.."

"But?"

"I wanted to ask a favor from you."

You were a little scared, as you thought your boyfriend wanted to prostitute you for a minute, he sits you down and explains his new job idea: being a cam couple.

At first you're shocked at what he just asked you, not exactly opposed. He explains in more depth how everything would work, and said you both didn't have to reveal your faces, as viewers aren't necessarily very interested in that; hence the masks.

You agree, as there doesn't seem to be many downsides.

That night, you make arrangements and get everything situated. You go to the bathroom and change, meeting him in your bedroom, missing his shirt. He turns around in his chair and his eyes meet yours, he watches you get closer to him as his lips create the most sinful smile.

He whistles, "Oh my…aren’t you absolutely stunning." Your cheeks get red, you've never worn something so risqué and your stomach is full of butterflies as the reality of this situation hits you.

Aventurine signals you to him, placing you on his thigh, and drapping your legs over the armrests of the desk chair.

"Everything is ready baby, are you sure this is what you want? We can stop at any time, just say the word okay?" He reassures you, giving you the say to click the "go live" button.

You both put your masks on and click the button together.

Almost instantly, there's already a couple viewers.

Aven and you laugh, surprised just a little. His hands begins to move up and down your legs, opening them up and sitting you down in between him, with each leg raised up on the arm rest. You feel so bare, your legs open and spread in front of the camera as your back is against his warm chest.

"Look how pretty you are, y/n". He whispers in your ears, before reaching for the vibrator on the desk. He turns it onto the lower setting and slowly rubs it through the silk protecting your most sensitive area. You cup his face with your hand, tilting his head behind you down to meet his lips, and then his tongue. His other hand holds your neck, slightly squeezing it and toying witn your collar. Slowly, it trails down to your breast, his fingers pull at the ribbon and pull it. The top of your lingerie falls instantly and your tits are exposed as he squeezes them, rubbing and pinching your nipples as his tongue trials down to your neck as you quietly moan.

Only about 5 minutes pass, and you hear a ring from the screen, *Anonymous sent $10*

He opens his eyes to see the screen, not stopping his assault on your neck, only turning the vibrator up, causing your legs to twitch slightly as his hands are now on your waist, feeling your skin against his palm.

His fingers finds the silk that's keeping a barrier between you and the vibrator. He pulls the other ribbon, and opens it up as your legs are wide open front of the camera, hiding nothing.

His fingers open your folds, "Welcome audience, look at how pretty my loves pussy is, isn't she just so beautiful?” Aven says proudly, pushing his fingers inside your sopping cunt and focusing the vibrator onto your clit.

You moan quite loudly, and cover your mouth with your hand. Itto then says to you, and to the camera, "Don't do that, let them hear how fucking good you feel."

He turns the vibrator up to its highest setting, watching you squirm so intensely, as you clench around his fingers, hitting your sweet spot.

The tips keep rolling in, as people express their thoughts in the comments. Most of them very vulgar of course, which turned you on even more.

"Look at that baby, they love you." He says, while you weakly grip his hand which holds the vibrator against you, moaning for him breathlessly before you releast all over his fingers.

"Just like that sweetheart, cum for me." Your breathing slowly calms down as your head is now resting on his shoulder. Your boyfriend removes the toy from your sore clit, and his fingers pull out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking your cum off, before kissing you.

When he asks you if you'd like to continue, your hand lands on his hard cock, rubbing it through his pants.

"Yes please" You say, wanting more of him.

Almost 300 people were viewing the live, and it felt so hot to show people how good your lover made you feel.

Aventurine smiles, gripping your neck and making you kiss him while he raised you up slightly off his lap by your waist, as you unbuckled his belt, he sat you back down as he pulled his pants down, his cook springing up and lightly hitting your folds.

As you got more comfortable, you rub your palm on your own wet pussy, then taking his cock in your hand and stroking it, slapping it on you a few times and rubbing his tip on your swollen clit.

Aventurine is quite a vocal lover, and he definitely didn't hold back for the camera. Groaning as you play with yourself and his hard member. He breathes heavily against your back as his hands twist your hard nipples, and grip your thighs that are again propped up on the sides of the chair.

"Fuck baby, I need you, please, ride me." He pleaded, his grip on your thighs getting harder as his cock yearns for your little cunt.

"Should I?" You ask, almost catching him off guard to the fact people were watching you, as he got distracted by how turned on he was.

"How about $50 and I take all of him? Hm?" You say, offering to whoever may be willing.

He only smiles at you, a sort of proud feeling hits him as he laughs at how you're making money off his yearning.

Not even 20 seconds after, you see:

*Anonymous sent $100"

"Wow, seems like you better give me the night of my life, y/n." He smirks, pushing his cock inside you before you get the chance.

A sultry and intense moan escapes your lips, his cock feels so big inside your pussy, you almost see stars. One of his hands hold yours while the other is on your knee. You balance yourself with a hand on his thigh, and start to bounce yourself up and down his dick, as the audience watch you struggle to take his length yet taking it entirely, down to the base.

"Fuck...baby- feels so good..." You can barely hold yourself up, his cock making you so weak.

Your boyfriend watches the large screen, staring at how your pussy swallows him, "You take me so well c’mon, you can do it-show them what a good girl you are." He coos, seeing your slick cover his entire cock, feeling your cunt wrap around him.

You're both moaning messes, and you can feel yourself coming so close to release. So is Aventurine, as he takes both his hands and holds your waist,

"Come here, let me show everyone how sexy you sound when I cum inside you, princess."

Your face is burning hot, and you feel like you're going to burst any second.

Aventurine slams you down on his throbbing cock, pushing himself up as well. Shortly after; you feel thick cum bursting inside you, as Aven groans in shaking breathes, his hands clenching the bottom of your thighs.

You look at the sight on the computer screen, Yours and his cum, mixed up in your cunt spilling out of you; dripping down your hole and onto his balls, then the seat you're both on. Your legs slowly release from his grip, as he pulls your collar to make you face him, as his tongue meets yours in a soft and sweet last kiss.

"Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." Aventurine says, before turning off the stream.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[taintandviolent]

remember me? ; Eric Draven x Reader

summary: Do you believe in fate? Sure. Did you ever think you'd see him again? No. You were childhood friends with Eric, and after a decade, you finally find him again.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.1K | female reader, smut, kissing/making out, dry humping in a public place (club bathroom), canon divergence/alternate universe (technically), neck kissing, Eric being kinda' clingy.

a/n: requested by my lil' soulless anon! sorry it's a shorter fic, but I hope you enjoy it! banner by @/strangergraphics!

↓ full fic under cut! ↓ / playlist here / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

Sure, you believed in fate. You believed in that invisible red string that connected soulmates throughout their lives. You believed in destiny, and all that other mystical, magical unseen shit in life. Did it affect you everyday? No, not really. 

Until it does. Until you recognize your childhood friend in the middle of this random club. He hadn’t been just your childhood friend. Truthfully, he was really the first boy you’d ever loved. He’d set your little teenager heart aflame, but because you two were such good friends, you’d never done anything about it. 

And there he was, in this random club, walking right past you. You know it’s him. You’d recognize that face, those eyes, anywhere in the world. You’re almost too stunned to speak, but somehow, you manage his name. 

“Eric?” 

He does a half-turn, not fully invested in finding out who is calling his name. He was tall and lanky back then, but he’s somehow even taller now, and has filled out with slim, toned muscles. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand, waiting for whatever it is you’re going to say. 

“Eric, hi…” You breathe, not loud enough to be heard over the thumping music. He looks down at you, and you wait, wait for the moment of recognition to flash across his gaze. It doesn’t come. You laugh and look down at yourself, remembering that it’s been ten years. Maybe he doesn’t recognize you as you look now. Maybe he’s forgotten altogether. Or maybe he doesn’t want to remember. 

You reach out to touch his exposed forearm, which is heavily covered in tattoos. “You don’t remember me, do you?”  

“Why should I? Who are you?” 

You hold up a finger and pull your phone from the confines of your skin-tight, dark jeans. You’re scrolling for a minute before you hold up a picture. It’s of the two of you, much younger. His arm is slung around your shoulders and you hold onto his torso like it’s keeping you on the ground. 

There it is. There’s that look. Even in the neon lighting of the club, you can see his pupils dilate. 

“Y/N…..?”

You nod. 

His arms are suddenly around your back, pulling you into a hug. He’s warm, sweaty – probably from dancing, and smells faintly of cologne, cigarettes and some kind of liquor. With your face smashed against his firm, toned torso, you ease into the hug, smiling. Like he’s revelling in the feeling of having you, knowing you again, he sways you back and forth, your tiny frame no match for his strength. 

You stay like this for a bit, until the tempo of the song changes and he’s pulling you away from his chest to look at you – really look at you.

“You look different,” he says. You shrug and nod, agreeing that you do. Back in high school, you were more… normal looking. Brighter, maybe. Colorful. But now, from your hair to your clothes, you were black as night. Your eyes were heavily lined, your lips dark. Tattoos littered your body, much like his. 

“It’s…” he swallows. “It works for you.” 

He smiles. It’s the same boyish, shy smile he had as a kid. You smile back, feeling the butterflies in your stomach up the ante, like they’re trying to burst out through your flesh. 

So again, did you believe in fate? Sure. Did you think it was going to land you in the arms of Eric Draven, pressed up against the door of a bathroom wall while his tongue violated your mouth? No. Not, really. 

But, here you are. Breathless and sweaty as his hand trails down the length of your waist, hitching over the edge of your jeans. You crane to the side as Eric breaks free, peppering sloppy, drunk kisses along the column of your neck.

“I thought I lost you,” he says in a low voice. It’s filled with desperation, with emotion, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

“I know, Eric, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I left.” 

He breathes heavily into your neck, sending an explosive shiver down your spine. You wonder if he’s always felt this way, but don’t dare ask, in fear of it being just a drunk fling. His hands trail underneath your ass and before you can process it, he’s lifting you up into his arms and pressing you against the wall. His hips urge into yours, and you feel the telltale resistance of an erection pressing back against you. 

“I really am sorry,” you repeat, feeling guilty. You had no choice as a kid, to move away, but you’d left without saying goodbye. One day, you just weren’t there. And you felt like Eric took that personally. 

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, just underneath your ear. “Just don’t leave again.” 

He urges himself up into you again, paired with a little desperately hungry grunt. Your lids drift down, feeling the warm wave of ecstasy wash over your senses.

Eric thrusts his hips up again, and this time, doesn’t stop, finding a rhythm. Between you, there’s a wet spot on his dark jeans where the precum is leaking out as he insistently grinds against you. Your underwear are soaked, the feeling of his stiff cock through his jeans hitting the right spot with every movement. You’re holding onto him for dear life, both because he’s supporting you, and because you’re actually afraid to let go. Whether or not this was a drunken tryst or something that had been building up for decades, your inner teenager was satisfied. The red string was wrapped tight around your throat and you had no intention of untying it. 

“Don’t… don’t stop, Eric.” 

He doesn’t, and only holds you tighter, one hand splayed out on the back of your head. The other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you strongly in place. He rests his damp forehead against yours, his breath washing over your face. His expression is a perfect image of debauchery; slack-jawed, pupils lust-blown, skin glistening with sweat.

“Fuck,” you yelp, digging your nails into his neck. 

You feel the coil wrapping tight in your abdomen, and as you squeeze your eyes shut tight, you feel Eric lose his rhythm. His body seizes up, hands digging into you as tight as he can. Euphoria washes over you as Eric’s hips jerk one final time, the bulge grinding against your clothed, damp center. Eric holds you tight as he comes, thrusting his hips languidly up into you. You shudder against him as your own cunt spasms, clenching around nothing. 

“You’ll stay?” His breath is heavy, and hot. 

You swallow, wet your dry throat and nod. “I’ll stay. I’ll even give you my phone number this time.” 

[samkerrworshipper]

the party | alexia putellas x reader

songfic based off of the song the party & the after party by the weeknd

warnings: cunnilingus, smut, minors dni 18+

With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms

High heel shoes, make you six feet tall

Everybody wants you, you can have them all

It would be a crime to not look at her. Standing tall, her Louis Vuitton bag slung over her shoulder, her skimpy black dress that left nothing to the imagination, her tattoos that peaked over her shoulders and down her arms, her red backed Louboutin heels that made her look so irresistible and so fucking tall, accentuating her long legs and every single muscles and vein that ran along them. Your eyes were drawn to her from the other side of the room, completely pinned to the figure standing in front of you. She was insatiable, everybody in the room wanted her and yet her eyes were caught on your own, her long legs slowly making their way towards you and your seat at the bar.

In a club full of people, music and noise she silenced it all, made you feel like the both of you were the only people in the world, it was addictive, like a party drug. You almost choked on your sip of your martini as she approached you, and took a seat beside you on one of the barstools, ordering a drink from the bartender before addressing you.

“It’s rude to stare, tesoro.”

You blinked, your eyes darting to the glass in your hands.

“Lo siento.” I’m sorry

There was something about this woman that made you feel like you were on fire, and she was the only thing that could extinguish you.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t mind, what’s a girl like you doing in here anyways?”

The implication strung in her voice made you feel so shy, so small in a way you could never explain.

“Just looking for some fun I guess, how about you?”

You finally found the confidence to glance back up at her eyes, it was a rewarding sight, her deep hazel eyes locked onto your body, searching you up and down like you were a monet painting.

“Looking to have some fun on my night off.”

Her eyes were tantalising, dangerously dark and sinful, the hazel circling around her pupil into a tie dye mix of dark and light browns.

“How’s that going?”

It was a stupid question, but you felt like you were under a microscope, like a diamond under immense pressure and it was stressing you out, making you second guess everything. The mystery woman just seemed amused though.

“Could be going better, I’ve got a drink though, that’s one way to start it.”

She pulled her glass of what appeared to be whiskey on the rocks up, and you met her glass, clinking them together, a small smile gracing your lips.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

The term of endearment sent shocks down your spine, little jolts of shivers that you didn’t even attempt to put a stop to.

“Y/n Y/l/n, how about you?”

Her eyes pierced your own from their position sitting just above your martini glass, peering over the rim at her figure, slowly taking in her figure that didn’t leave much of her body to your imagination, so much skin on show.

“Not important.”

Her voice was dismissive, and if you really cared you would push it, but you simply didn’t, so you just nodded your head.

“Y/n, that’s very pretty, suits the pretty face.”

You couldn’t help but blush a little bit at the flattery, lifting your martini glass to cover your mouth and the bright smile that you knew was spreading across your facial features.

“You’re a charmer, c’mon, give me a name to put to the face.”

She smirked at you, devilishly, like there was so much intention behind her eyes and mouth, intentions that you couldn’t even attempt to try and unearth.

“I think beautiful things should be appreciated, if you're really desperate you can call me Ale.”

You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies begin to crowd in your stomach, the heat rising up your neck and to your face at the outward compliments from your companion.

“You're very forward, most girls sitting at a bar would be a little bit intimidated.”

The woman’s eyes stayed pinned to your own, neither of you breaking the eye contact that made you feel so vulnerable and naked, like you were under a microscope in front of her.

“You’re not most girls though, are you?”

You bit your lip, her intentions were so clear and so blurred at the same time.

“You didn’t come and sit with me because I look like most girls.”

The woman snorted, setting her empty glass down on the bar.

“I’m going to the bathroom, the door with number 3 above it.”

Girl, I got your bag, I got it all

Hold your drink, baby, don't you fall

Be there in a minute, baby, just one call

You don't gotta ask me

Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs

She picked up her bag, her heels clicking under the floor beneath her as she strutted towards the stairs at the end of the bar, her hands reaching down to pull her frighteningly big heels so she could climb the stairs. You watched her ass and thighs move, it almost felt like she was putting a show on for you as she slowly progressed up the stairs.

You took a final swig from your glass, holding onto it and gripping down on the glass as you watched her finally ascend the stairs and out of your sight. You waited a minute or so, clutching onto your glass before setting it down and picking up your own belongings and making your way towards the stairs.

You didn’t take your time like the mystery woman, you climbed the staircase like it was a mountain you had to make it to the top of, completely relieved when you finally got to the top. It was a simple corridor in front of you, with numbered bathrooms, one to ten. You made your way down the hallway slowly, your eyes pinned to every door you passed until you made it to door number three. You felt like you were in a game show, or escape room, looking at the different doors and almost expecting something to pop out of one of them.

The surprise never came, so you reached for the door knob cautiously, testing the handle to see whether or not it was locked and quickly learning it was not. You took a deep breath, before twisting the door open and quickly shutting it behind you as you walked into the stall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Before you even began to take in your surroundings the woman had pounced on you, her lips attaching to your own allowing you to taste the whiskey and spearmint on her tongue. It was a welcome flavour, overloading your taste buds which went into shock from the sudden contact and lust that was invading your system.

“Esta Bien?” Is this okay?

You nodded into her mouth, her tongue brushing against the roof of your mouth and pushing against the skin and tissue, exploring your mouth and lips with vigour.

“Si.” yes

The woman smirked into your mouth, continuing her bruising attack on your lips, but her hands falling to your hips and the exposed skin in between where your jeans separated from your cropped corset top. It was more like a bra, the only difference was the small chunk of material below the bra line. Her hands danced up and down your sides and you couldn’t help the little moan that left your lips as her hands brushed over the tops of your breasts and nipples.

“So desperate already, I could tell just how needy you were in that bar, desperate for some attention hm?”

You moaned openly into the woman’s mouth, your hips grinding upwards searching for some kind of contact or relief. The woman’s hand made its way to your waist though, pushing you back against the bathroom door.

“No, tomas lo que obtienes.” No, you take what you get

Her hand stayed pinned to your waist, her lips pressing against your own sinfully, moving rhythmically and nipping at your bottom lip as her teeth caught it in hers.

“Ale, please, need more.”

She was a woman that you knew absolutely nothing about, and normally that would make you uncomfortable, but for some reason it only spurred your sexual desire on, it was treacherous how horny your felt, your stomach and pussy clenching in tow as this woman’s lips moved down to your jawline, sucking on the skin.

“Is your pussy dripping for me, is it soaking through your panties?”

You nodded quickly against the older woman’s mouth, your head trapped by the grip that her lips and mouth had on your neck and chin.

You moaned openly when she dropped to her knees. Normally you’d be worried about the cleanliness of a club bathroom floor, but your whole brain was clouded with sex and that was enough for any kind of worry to leave you brain.

I understand, your body wants it

I know your thoughts, of you ‘bout it, ‘bout it

You’re a big girl, and it’s your world

And I’ma let you do it how you wanna

Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it

I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it

Don’t be shy wit it, I’ll supply wit it

I got you, girl, oh, I got it girl

You nodded at the woman when she looked up at you with an eyebrow cocked as her fingers looped into the belt of your jeans, silently asking for permission. When you nodded at her quickly she smirked, reaching for the clasp and unbelting it insanely quickly and letting it fall to the floor. Next her hands found the zipper of your jeans, tugging it down quickly and then popping the button before tugging the jeans down to join your belt. You stepped out of them and groaned a little bit as your eyes came into contact with the growing wet spot on the front of your panties, your arousal beginning to stick to the insides of your thighs.

“Oh bebita, is this all for me?”

You nodded your head once again, your head and back arching against the door as Ale’s fingers scooped underneath the elastic band of the thong you were wearing, snapping it twice against your hips, eliciting a positively filthy guttural moan that ranged from your core to your lips.

“God your so desperate, you going to ride my face, going to get off like a horny bitch in the heat and rut yourself against my face?”

It was pure filth falling from the older woman's lips as she tugged your panties down your thighs and onto the floor, her eyes latching onto your glistening lips that were directly in front of your face.

The feeling of her tongue darting out to meet your clit was ecstasy, pure pleasure as she dove into your folds, her tongue exploring the open sex right in front of her.

It was as her tongue found your open hole that you angled your hips directly above Ale, humping her face and beginning to grind your hips up and down her mouth and nose.

You half expected her to stop you, her dom persona seemingly controlling your every move, but she didn’t, so you continued to move your hips against her face, her tongue pushing in and out of your whole and your clit rubbing down hard and fast against her nose. The angle that it have you was magnificent and something that you’d never quite experienced. You pulled up for a second, out of fear that you were strangling the woman below you with your thighs, but you were quickly pulled down, your clit brushing down on the tip of her nose, it was fantastic and had you becoming a moaning mess and the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping, and then she refracted.

Her mouth moved from your lips and down to your thighs, sucking and biting down on the soft and milky skin, leaving bright purple marks as a reminder of exactly what she was doing to you. It was equally pleasurable, but not in the way you needed, not in the way you yearned.

“Ale, fuck, please, so close, please just fucking use my pussy, it’s all yours.”

She was so patient with your skin, gently sucking the marks in, your begging didn’t go unnoticed by her though, and once she finished her fourth love bite she nudged her tongue back to your opening, thrusting her flat pad in and out of your hole, generating completely sinful noises from your mouth. Your hands found Ale’s hair, fisting it in between your fingers and in your palms, tugging her up to meet your core and deepen her tongue’s thrusts.

You would have told her you were teetering on the edge, but you were too incoherent due to the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. It only took a few deep thrusts of her tongue and then a brush of your puffy clit against her nose for you to come undone, your whole body tightening and freezing against her warm mouth as you began to gush, your body grinding and your pussy gushing out and squirting all over her face as you spasmed on her lips.

Her hands pulled your thighs over her shoulders, stopping your legs from collapsing out from under you and leaving you to collapse on the floor. She guided you through your aftershocks with gentle kitten licks, sucking up any of the extra liquids that your pleasure cloud had produced.

Only when you’d come down from your high and you’d moved your legs off of her shoulders was when she moved off of her knees, revealing an absolutely soaked face, neck and top of her dress. You couldn’t help but snort a little bit at the appearance of her, a once composed and slightly terrifying woman now covered in your orgasm.

She stood up and before she could even try to say anything your lips were attached to her face, your tongue gently licking at your taste on her skin.

“That was fucking amazing.”

You moved your lips up to her nose and across her cheeks, lapping at any of the left over arousal on her delicate and clear skin.

“You didn’t tell me you were a squirter baby girl, look at my dress, all ruined in your slutty juices.”

You chuckled, a deep chuckle from your chest as you took in Ale, in all of her glory, completely fucked out and you hadn’t even touched her.

We can play all night

It just takes one night

To let me fuckin’ prove

This feelin’ I would give to you

“How about I make it up to you then?”

Your grin spread all the way up your cheeks, revealing your pearly whites to the woman.

“How about I take you back to mine and you can show me exactly how good you can be?”

Your head told you that it was a bad idea to go home with a woman that you’d only met a few minutes ago, but then the thought of going all nigh with this woman, who clearly knew what she was doing ran through your mind.

You began to take her in truly and it was then that something clicked in your brain, that you knew this woman, or you knew her face, and that was when all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

“Fuck me, your Alexia Putellas.”

The woman just smirked, her tongue dangling out between her teeth as she moved towards rhe sink, cleaning herself up a little bit but maintaining eye contact with you the whole time through the mirror.

“I will later, baby, don’t you worry, and it took you a little bit to figure that one out, now, my house? I promise I’ll give you everything you want, baby, all you have to do is ask.”

Ringtone on silent

And if she stops, then I might get violent

No call is worth stoppin’

So, momma, please, stop callin’

You reached down for you bag, and then your phone, recognising a string of texts from your roommate, worried about where you were and normally you would reply, but instead you turned your phone off, shoving it down into the bottom of your handbag and turning back to the Catalan woman, who was now standing directly in front of you, her arm stretched out as an offering.

If you had your wits about you, and not singularly sex on your mind you would have left her arm, left the renowned soccer player hanging, but then again, you definitely didn’t have your wits about you with your post orgasm brain.

So you took her arm, smiling brightly.

“Your house?”

Alexia smirked and nodded, leading you out of the bathroom and back downstairs and out of the club, a smile on both of your faces and the smell of sex radiating from both of you.

[prettyoatmeal]

Wet Spot (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

More horny posting

My brain is so fried from constantly reading shit on here, I needed to write something to balance it out. No mentions of Y/N.

GENRE: Smut 👍 Porn w/o plot.

SUMMARY: Ghost eats you the hell out. That's it, thats the summary.

Word Count: 680

Masterlist here!

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"Come on, you can take it, Lovie." He growled as he drove you to another orgasm, letting out a broken moan which was music to his ears. The truth was that you couldn't take it anymore, or at very least barely. Your fingers were tugging on his hair which gave him the indication of when you were about to cum. By the time the overstimulation took over, all you could do was let out helpless whines and moans in between sobs. The tears welling in the corners of your eyes couldn't help but fall, staining your red cheeks.

His face was buried between your thighs, your legs butterflied out as his strong hands kept them from moving. His mouth was refusing to leave the heat of your cunt. You were completely sopping at this point, your wetness barely seeping to your thighs before Simon lapped it up, making sure none of it went wasted. How could you not be? The man was eating you out like it was his last day on earth.

Your swollen clit was throbbing against his tongue as heavy breaths escaped your mouth, unable to muster up any words. The small grunts he'd let out against your clit didn't help, sending those vibrations up your spine. Cloud 9 is what you were on, in pure bliss as his tongue moved against you rapidly, hungrily. He wanted you crying, sobbing for him, unable to keep yourself quiet. You'd let out those meek cries, telling him to slow down, but he didn't. He'd stop for barely a second just to let you have a drink of water and then he'd be back at it, making you cry and whine and sob out of pleasure.

Even with him gripping into the pudge of your thighs with an immense strength, you still managed to just barely move your hips in rhythm with his licks and suckles, practically begging for him to let you cum again.

"That's it, just one more for me." He'd say in that soothing voice of his, "you can do it, I know ya can."

Removing a hand from your trembling thighs, he pushes two of his thick fingers inside you as his lips enclose around your clit. The new form of stimulation made you let out a desperate moan. The tips of his fingers brushing against that sensitive spot inside you.

Your eyes glanced down at him through your tears only for him to be staring back right at you with a rare smile curling at the corners of his lips. His eyes were full of lust, and that exchange was all you needed, enough to push you over the edge.

Letting out a melody of breathy moans, you felt that burning sensation between your legs grow stronger and stronger and stronger. Your fingers gripped onto Simon's thick, blond hair as if your life depended on it. It was only couple of seconds after when you'd feel your stomach drop, letting your head fall back onto your pillow as euphoria washed over you, cumming on his fingers one final time with a high pitched moan.

"Mmf- Fuck, Si-!" Were the only words that you could muster out before they'd went to gibberish again, mixed in with your moans and heavy breaths.

His fingers stayed inside you for that little while after, continuing to massage your walls even if they'd completely tightened and pulsed around them, helping you ride out your orgasm. He let out a chuckle as pulled away and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"There you go, Sweet Girl." He'd say, placing a comforting kiss on your inner thigh. "You did so well for me." He'd coo at you as he positioned himself above you, placing small kisses onto your jaw and neck. Except your ears were ringing and you were too busy focusing on your uneven breathing to process in your mind what he was telling you.

"Simon?" you'd ask as you wrapped your arms around him, still clearly out of breath.

"Yes?"

"I think we've left a wet spot."

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GOODNIGHT <3

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[kiskisur]

Top Xiao x Bottom male reader where they are both inexperienced, anxious virgins trying to please each other.

60% Awkward Fluff

40% Smut

Take your time, no rush

TY 💟

you feel too good, my love..

warnings: NSFW, top!xiao x bottom!male reader, both are virgins so they don't know shit, some funny moments (?), praise kink (yeah I'm sorry 😭) lots of teasing and playing around

note: hiii, so sorry it took really long :( I'm honestly drained from school and have no motivation writing so please understanddd~ tysm for the request! <3 :)

edited note: DEHYA AND FREMINET CAME HOME AT THE SAME TIME SO HAVE THIS Y'ALL MAKING MORE RN

xiao slowly removed your clothes, his eyes admiring your body as a bright red blush forms in his cheeks, biting the insides of his cheeks.

"don't be shy, hun. it's just me" a soft laugh escaped your lips, causing xiao to blush more and clear his throat before wrapping his arms around your waist.

his lips met your skin, nibbling and licking down to your collarbones before reaching your chest, a gasp leaving your lips when his mouth began to lick and tease your sensitive nipples and pinch the other.

"w-wai- hngg.. x-xiao~" xiao's grip on your waist tightened when his name slipped out of your lips, his eyes slightly wide in surprise as desire takes over.

"did you just.. moan?" he laughed, your cheeks red as you rolled your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows "n-no! you're imagining things."

you replied sarcastically, holding onto xiao's shoulder because if you let go you'd be on the ground right now.

"nope, I heard thatt~" he teased, pressing his lips against yours and smiling widely.

next thing you know you were in the air, being carried to bed and putting you down before hovering you. "you're a lot pretty underneath me you know"

he complimented, butterflies flying in your stomach before his hand roamed down your dick as he began to rub the tip, shivers rolling down your spine as a soft whimper escaped your lips

"am I doing good..?" concern and lust could be heard in the tone of his voice, his hand stroking your sensitive dick painfully slow before giving him a eager nod and panting with repeated "yes" and "more"

his dick was positioned in your hole, looking at you as if asking for permission before you let out a breathless laugh and nodded "put it i-in, baby.. I'll be fine"

you reassured, pecking his lips before he sighed and slowly but gently inserted the tip, earning a sharp gasp from you before you wrapped your arms around him, whining at the unbearable pain

"u-uNgh.. so t-tight, baby. wait-" he stuttered, looking at your teary eyes and smiling lovingly as he wiped them away with his thumb, whispering sweet praises to you.

"x-xiao..!" you cried out, your nails scratching his back when he started moving his hips slowly, pushing himself deeper inside you and hissing at your scratches "fuck you're- ngg so good.."

he panted when you finally took him all in, making eye contact with your eyes that were full of tears.

his eyes softened, reaching out to touch your cheek and kissed it in an attempt to comfort you "hey, do you wanna stop? if you wan-"

he was about to pull out when you wrapped your legs around his waist and shook your head, mumbling "no, no I-It's fine please.."

he laughed softly before he moved at a slow pace, increasing the speed while whines and skin slapping filled the room

"n-nngh, y-you're so good around m-me, (name) f-fuck I can't stop" he hid his face on the crook of your neck, shy about the whimpers that escaped his lips before he panted

you chuckle at his actions, your body focusing on the heat of pleasure and the way the tip brushed your prostate

he nibbled and licked your neck, love bites filling your body before his grip on your waist tightened and his thrusts became sloppy, a clear sign of climax.

"g-gonna cum, mmf! f-fuck you're so good wanna c-cum inside you please.!" he pleaded, his free hand traveling down to your neglected cock and started stroking it, your back arching at the overwhelming pleasure

"h-haA! mmn, xiao th-" you cried out, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure before cum spurted to your stomach

he grunted when you tightened around his cock, his speed increasing before whimpering and shuddering as he filled you with his warmth, your bodies trembling against each other

you closed your eyes to rest for a bit while xiao kept admiring your naked body, smiling and blushing before filling your faces with kisses

you laugh when he kept kissing your necks, trying to push him away gently "h-hey! I'm ticklish there you know!"

xiao shook his head, pouting before going back to kiss your neck down between your thighs. your eyes widened when he bit your inner thighs

"honey, wha-" you were cut off when his tongue brushed your tip, gasping at the sudden sensitivity before his hands wrapped around your legs to stop you from moving or pulling away from him

he kept teasing your cock, a whine escaping your lips before covering your face in embarrassment

"I'm sorry, (name), I can't stop..

[jasperstorage]

Intertwined sewn together ఌ.

genya x f!reader

note: btw title idea is lyrics from “not a lot, just forever” by Adrianne Lenker.

you walked through the halls of the butterfly mansion, you were there due a injury on your arm but once it was all bandaged up they let you walk around for a bit. As you walked, you started to drift off into your thoughts, not paying too much mind into where you were going.

until, you felt yourself bump into someone quite hard. “oh crap..i apologize.” *you said, rubbing the back of your neck.*

the boy turned around, annoyed by someone bumping into him. When he saw that you were a girl, his face flushed a bit. “Just watch where you’re going next time.”

“yes of course.” you felt bad for bumping into him so hard, so you decided to offer something. “I know I bumped into you pretty hard, do you think maybe if i got you some food that would make you feel a bit better?” You asked, you honestly did feel pretty bad.

Genya’s face flushed a bit more at your question, was a girl seriously asking him out to eat? “w-what?” he said, you noticed his red face and stuttering. You then spoke up, “I understand if you don’t want to.” From your perspective you thought he was mad, rather than flustered.

Genya didn’t know what to say, so many thoughts were crossing his mind at that moment. “um..are you okay?” you asked concerned. He then snapped out of it, “y-yea.”

“so do you wanna go to get food or..?”

Genya thought about it for a moment, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? he then sighed before speaking up. “I’ll go with you..”

You nodded your head, “are you ready to go now?” You asked. Genya nodded his head and the two of you started heading out the door, you waved to Aoi and others.

Walking down the path, it was quiet for a bit. That bit unfortunately felt like hours of awkwardness, but you decided to speak up. “so, whats your name?”

“m-my name?” genya said, face still flushed. “yea? what is it?” “Genya shinazugawa..”

you smiled a bit, “nice name.” he gave you a small smile from your comment, before then asking what your name was. “my names (y/n).” you said with a soft smile.

Genya couldn’t help but mirror your smile, you seemed kind. The two of you began talking more, genya soon became more & more comfortable with you.

Once the two of you finally reached a small restaurant, you then walked in. Once you placed your orders, you both sat down.

Genya was quite interesting to you, you wanted to know more about him. When the two of you finally sat down, you decided to ask him a few questions to get to know him better. “Genya, can I ask you a few questions? I just wanna get to know you better. You seem pretty interesting.” You said.

a bit of blush creeped onto his cheeks, he then nodded his head. “do you have any siblings?” You asked.

When you asked this, his eyes saddened a bit. You then saw the look in his eyes, regretting asking that. “I-Im so sorry genya, I didn’t know that was a sensitive topic for you.” he waved his hands a bit, “no it’s okay, I have an older brother.” Genya didn’t want to mention his other siblings that passed, he didn’t want to remember those awful memories.

“an older brother? thats nice.” You smiled a bit, you still noticed how his eyes were a bit sad still. You didn’t wanna push it though, considering you met him just today and he was starting to warm up to you a bit.

The two of you continued to talk a bit more, eating your lunch. You guys laughed, enjoying your food.

Once you guys were finally done, the two of you were full. “gosh that definitely filled me up.” You patted your stomach. Genya laughed a bit, nodding his head in agreement. “Yea, thanks by the way. I enjoyed having lunch with you.” he then smiled.

“well im glad you enjoyed it!” you smiled back at him.

the rest of the day, the two of you walked around. Talking about demon slayer stuff, and random things.

after this encounter, you and genya became close. The two of you were almost always seen with each other. Throughout the months you’ve known genya, he started to open up more about his past. You comforted him, making him feel a slight bit better.

One day, the two of you were done fighting with a demon, a bit worn out afterwards. You two decided to sit down, when you sat down next to genya you laid your head against his shoulder. He was flustered by what you did, but a bit use to this already.

You usually were very clingy, and touchy also. Overtime he got use to it, but he would get flustered here and there. Though, what he didn’t realize was that he had feelings for you. He didn’t view you like any other girl, he saw you for who you were.

He loved your hair, your face, your personality, your laugh. He loved everything about you, and he remembered the little things about you also.

You then poked his cheek, he then snapped out of his thoughts. He looked down at you, who was laying on his shoulder. He was a bit flustered, “what is it (y/n)?”

“your quite cute you know, when your all red.” you laughed a bit, teasing him about his rosey cheeks. His cheeks flushed a bit more, “shut up.” he said playfully. You laughed a bit, poking at his cheek.

The two of you continued talking, before you suddenly said something. “Genya, why are you cheeks always red when your with me? Do you maybe like me?” you laughed, sounding a bit sarcastic.

Genya widened his eyes a bit, his face turning into a tomato. When you looked back at him, you noticed his face was bright red now. Realizing that he most likely did like you.

Your face went bright red also, the two of you looking at each other like two tomato’s sitting next to each other in a grocery store. You then spoke up first, “do you..like me?..”

genya stayed silent for a moment, “m-maybe..and so what if i did?!”

You then took in his words for a moment, so genya really did like you..

you then started to realize more and more, that genya had feelings for you. You then smiled, your face back to normal now. Genya was still a blushing mess of course, but you decided to hug him. Hoping it would calm him down a bit.

When you hugged him, he felt comforted once again. When you even slightly touched him he felt immediately safe with you. He melted into your touch, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You smiled at him doing this, you combed his hair with your fingers. You then stopped hugging him, your soft hands on his shoulders. Your hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks. You put your forehead to his, the two of you stayed like this for a moment. Before then kissing him, it was a short but loving kiss. He again was a blushing mess after it of course.

You giggled at this, patting his head and smiling.

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im sorry if this sucks, i started writing this at 5am and im so tired lmao.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Heather Duke x fem reader headcanons

Warnings: being queer in the 80s, internalized homophobia, brief mentions of sex (I might do full nsfw headcanons some other time), some modern au stuff is thrown in here as well btw

A/N: I know I have asks I need to work on but I wanted to write some queer headcanons for my beloved Heather Duke 💚(and I have NEVER written for her before so my bad if this didn't turn out well 😭)

First things first, I see Heather as a lesbian with comphet I see all the Heathers that way but that's besides the point so when she first noticed you she tried to brush off the butterflies in her stomach as jealousy over you or something

It didn't matter what she did to try to ignore you, for some reason she felt really drawn to you in a way she just couldn't explain (it's called a crush girlfriend look it up). You know that one song Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears? Yeah, that's how she felt every time she looked at you

You obviously knew who she was as one of the most popular girls in school, but you never hung out with her since you were part of different social groups, meaning the two of you first officially met when you were paired up with each other for some kind of assignment for school

The first time you so much as smiled at her she was gone immediately, practically melting to the floor in a pile of goo. It took her a good ten minutes to stop stuttering long enough to properly introduce herself

As you two got to know each other, she found herself being more and more enamored with you. You ended up taking over her every waking thought, until she couldn't do anything without thinking about you

She started to become increasingly agitated whenever you'd talk about friends of yours or other people who you hung out with- after all, she's a Heather. How could you not want to hang out with her all the time?

After a while of knowing each other, you let it slip (whether accidentally or on purpose) that you like girls, something that she genuinely never thought was possible before you said it out loud. Girls aren't supposed to like girls, they're supposed to like guys! ...right?

(If this is a modern au just play some Chappell Roan for her and eventually she'll get it. Okay back to the headcanons now lmao)

Grappling with the fact that girls actually can like other girls, she ends up impulsively kissing you based on pure instinct. She's so embarrassed when she finally realizes what she's done, but you're just sitting there with a dopey grin on your face

She ends up leaving right after, stuttering out apology after apology- what was she thinking, kissing another girl? What's wrong with her? She's one of the most popular girls in school, she could have any guy she wanted... but she soon comes to realize that the only person she wants is you

After avoiding you for what seems like forever (it was only for about a week) she finally approaches you again, with the intent to apologize and inform you that she can continue this "friendship" with you no longer

But when she gets to you and sees the way you look when leaning up against your locker, your outfit clinging to your body perfectly and the sound of your laughter filling the air over some dumb joke one of your friends said, she knows you've got her hooked, intentional or not

You shoo away your friends when you see her approach, a smirk toying with your lips as you watch her. "Took you long enough to come see me again. I was starting to think that maybe you didn't like me anymore"

Her face flushes red at your playful teasing, and the only thing she can mutter is a quiet plea for you to kiss her again, the same way she kissed you before she turned tail and ran. You eagerly obliged, not caring if other people were watching you

Even after you become an official couple, she still isn't super affectionate because of the internalized guilt and shame she feels over loving you. That's something the two of you are going to have to work on getting through together, as it won't just go away overnight

Depending on how you view the other Heathers (plus Veronica) they either won't care or will be fiercely protective over you guys. It's also possible they could be homophobic, especially Heather Chandler, but I choose to pretend as though that's an option that doesn't exist

Eventually she works up enough courage to initiate affection with you, at least she will in private. She's still a little bit scared about kissing or holding your hand in public (and for good reason) but you never push her into doing something she's uncomfortable with. You encourage her to take things at her own pace and to let you know if you need to slow down

The first time you two have sex, it's gentle and slow. You know she's never done anything like that before with another woman, and you want her to enjoy the experience, unlike all the other times she's forced herself to sit through having sex with guys who only cared about their own pleasure

She loves it when you wear something of hers. It could be as small as a piece of jewelry and she'll be giggling to herself like a giddy schoolgirl (she then tells Heather McNamara who joins her in acting giddy)

Oh and if you get something for the two of you to match? She'll love you forever (she already does but that just amplifies her feelings for you). It could be as small as matching keychains and she'll put it on her keys for her to look at everyday

If you know how to do makeup then she'll let you do hers for fun when the two of you have sleepovers with each other. Even if your style doesn't match hers she still enjoys it, and she'll happily do your makeup too if you're okay with it

Adding onto that, painting each other's nails and putting on face masks! She begs you to do it with her at least once, even if it's not your favorite thing in the world. She gives you a big kiss afterwards to show her gratitude

If this is set in modern times then you'd best believe Chappell Roan is her favorite singer, with Kesha and Ayesha Erotica following closely behind. She loves her so much, sometimes you joke about losing your girlfriend to her

One time she did her hair and makeup and dressed up to look like Chappell Roan at the end up the Casual music video and you nearly fell in the floor because of how similar they looked. The only thing that was different was her hair being straight and brunette instead of curly and red

She'll watch gladly watch Sapphic movies/shows with you but only if they end happy. If they end up being even remotely sad she'll end up sobbing into your chest for the rest of the day

The journey to her falling in love with you certainly wasn't an easy one, and sometimes she still faces guilt that's been embedded in her ever since she was young, but she knows she'd never be happier with anyone other than you, which makes it all worthwhile

End notes: this is unofficially dedicated to Shannon Doherty, who died recently due to breast cancer. Thank you for playing the amazing Heather Duke, you'll be deeply missed </3

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【GOJO S.】 early mornings.

A/N —> I kinda wanna make this a series… but idkk you guys tell me★彡

【chapter warning‼️】

—> suggestive

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➤ Your eyes flutter open to an annoying beeping sound, your hand reaches over to your night stand where your phone laid. Your fingers wrapped around the phone before bringing it to your line of sight.

The time read 7:30 and you had class in two hours so you decided to turn your alarm off and get out of bed, you moved your legs out of the blanket letting the cold air hit them. before you could get out of bed a large hand wrapped around your waist keeping you from leaving “stay…” a sleepy voice from behind you called out.

The deep voice made butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach, when was there someone in my bed? Your thoughts and heart raced. You turned your head slowly almost scared to see who this person could possibly be and to your surprise a beautiful white haired man laid on your bed, his head buried into one of your white pillows.

“Sweetheart… don’t leave…” it sounded as though he was falling right back asleep “Gojo?” Your voice was low and shaky, when did Satoru Gojo enter your room, better yet when did this man come into your apartment. The events of last night blurry and in the very, very back of your mind.

Before you could protest his hand yanked you back into your previous spot in bed “just a few more minutes…” his head nuzzled into your neck, what the actual fuck his hot breath pressed right under your face and his arms wrapped around your body leaving you helplessly stuck with him in bed.

Your composure was slowly slipping, but you had to act calm… or at least you would try to act calm, but just then when your mind started to calm down you realized… he wasn’t wearing a shirt…

HE WASNT WEARING A SHIRT!

Oh god now you really started panicking, an extremely hot guys was in YOUR bed without a shirt. all your thoughts came to one conclusion, a conclusion you wished and prayed wasn’t true. “G-gojo?” His body shifted under you “hmm” a low hum was his only response “I have class gojo…” you said unsure how he would react.

Would he not care? Would he let you? You barely knew this guy, because you and Shoko had a few classes together she would invite you over to her house so you had occasionally been in the same room as Gojo but you never had a full conversation with him…ever. He lifted his head to look at you, confusion plant all over his face “why…are you calling me gojo?” He raised a brow at you.

Your eyes widened “w-well that’s your name…” you stuttered, his gaze was so intense yet so soft it was intimidating yet it was caring “last night you were calling me… Satoru” he smirked. He sat up, the bedsheets that once covered his body was now laying in his lap leaving his chest exposed “w-what?” Why would you call him Satoru? And why was he still in your bed? This had to be a dream.

Right?

“Wow… your hurting me sweetheart” his smirk replaced with a frown, he put his hand over his heart leaving you more confused “I mean you were pretty drunk…” his hand reached for your face, when you pulled farther from him right out of his reach his frown deepened. You knew what all of this meant but you still wished you were wrong “so…we slept together?” Your breath hitched just thinking about it.

“Mhmm” and against your wishes the memory started flowing right back in from the back of your brain, Goj- Satoru was on top of you and his lips were all over you and then-

“Oh god”

You muttered, your hand covering your now red and hot face, no, no, no, no and NO, you slept with THE Gojo Satoru and you didn’t even mean to… well you did, you definitely knew what you were doing last night but that’s besides the point, his hand finally pressed against your cheek snapping you back into reality “so you do remember” he smiled happily.

You nodded your head slowly “so now will you say in bed with me? Just for a few minutes” one of his hands laid lazily on your waist while the other was on your cheek, he waited for your response, “maybe…maybe just a few more minutes” you knew it was a bad idea, you knew you would get attached in the end if all of this. But who cares, because he was here now and that was a good enough reason to stay with him.

— yours truly, Viki

✧. ┊︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶┊.✧         

[crazylittlejester]

I come in offering of your hardest prompt ever: let wars take a nap

But fr i think if would be funny if wars and twi were out doing something late and wars just could not stay awake so twi has to give him a piggyback back to the chain and by the time they back twi is so tired he just collapse on his cot with wars still on his back

oh no oh goodness *panics* hardest prompt i’ve ever gotten in my life 😔/hj

I hope I successfully gave them a nice nap. Here you go!! (701 words)

The hardest days weren’t always after lots of monster attacks and fighting, but often the day AFTER, when they were exhausted and spent a full day walking and on edge, prepared for an attack that would never come. It left them all tense and stressed out, and Twilight found it near impossible to relax after days like that, days like today.

He was pacing the camp, walking back and forth along the same small trail his boots were carving into the earth, lost in thought when Warriors came over and tapped him on the shoulder. Twilight jumped involuntarily, shooting the captain a glare, but the other man just stared back with a shit eating grin.

“We have some time before Wild and Time are done with dinner,” Warriors pointed out, “and I saw a small pond a little ways back. What do you say we go check it out?”

Twilight looked behind him at the rest of the group. Legend was passed out asleep on top of Hyrule, and Sky was playing his harp close by. Four and Wind were talking quietly with each other and, as the captain had said, Time and Wild were working together on dinner. Surely if he and Warriors left for a short while it’d be okay… right?

Before Twilight could properly make up his mind, Warriors gently grabbed his hand and started walking away, leading him off through the woods. When they reached the pond they both got distracted by a bright red butterfly, and spent a few minutes trying to get it to land in their hands. The butterfly eventually ended up landing in Warriors’s hair, and the captain shrieked when it had flown directly at his face, causing Twilight to laugh so hard his stomach hurt. The glare the captain shot him did absolutely nothing with the pretty red butterfly sitting on his head.

They messed around for a little while longer, until all the tension had seeped out of Twilight’s body and he felt himself truly able to relax. They’d taken their boots off and splashed around a bit in the shallow water, and Twilight had gotten so focused in making shapes in the sand that he hadn’t noticed the captain disappear.

“W- Wars?” He asked, confused, looking all around the pond to see where his brother had disappeared off to. When he found him he let out a laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from being too loud.

Warriors had gone to sit up against a tree, and he seemed to have fallen asleep; his chin was resting against his chest, putting his neck at a rather odd and uncomfortable angle, and he was breathing slowly. He must’ve tired himself out and crashed.

“Wars,” Twilight called, nudging the captain. The man didn’t stir at all so he tried again, shaking his shoulder gently. “Cap’n.”

Blue eyes flew wide open, looking around frantically. “Huh? What?”

“We gotta go back to camp,” the rancher told him, pulling his boots back on. It would really suck to end the day by stepping on something sharp on the forest floor. “C’mon.”

Warriors groaned, sounding annoyed, and flopped down onto the ground.

Twilight rolled his eyes. “Do ya want me to carry you? ‘Cause I will.”

The captain looked up at him with wide hopeful eyes. “Would you really??”

“Yeah, but only if you get up right now.”

He didn’t think he’d seen Warriors move so fast before, and that was how he ended up carrying the captain on his back back to camp. The longer he walked the harder it was for Twilight to keep his eyes open. Warriors wasn’t heavy by any means, in fact the captain was alarmingly light for someone who was very close to Twilight in height, but with how exhausted he was, the rancher probably would’ve tired quickly carrying just a small bag.

The second he reached the clearing where everyone had set up camp, Twilight flopped down on his bed roll, Warriors landing on top of him. His brother grumbled at the rough landing, wiggling around until the two of them ended up cuddled up together. Within seconds, both of them were fast asleep.

[neptune-archive]

promise: ellie w.

you and ellie are playing-pretend, to which she promises to be your knight in shining armor. js pure fluff, i love baby ellie with my heart

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Among all the bad decisions you both have ever made, you and Ellie decided to play-pretend. You were the damsel in distress while she was the prince. Both of you tried to keep your volume down, but to no avail. Ellie was as loud as ever and her laugh was highly infectious, making you laugh even harder. Just kids being kids.

"Fear not, princess! For I, Prince Ellie, shall save you from your demise!" she says, exaggerating every word. She then climbed onto a make-shift box fort, raising a wooden sword high in the air.

You giggled, holding your stomach. You were laughing too hard to even form a full sentence.

Without warning, Ellie yelled out a battle cry and jumped down from the box fort onto you. You didn't even have any chance to let out a cry as she came crashing down. "Ellie! You- why?!" you managed to blurt out, between heavy breaths, with Ellie still on top of you. You tried to push her off but you were both laughing messes that you gave up not long after.

Ellie snorted, getting up, still holding the wooden sword.

"So- princess, what do I get as a reward for rescuing you?" She had the audacity to request for a reward?!

"Reward? You mean for almost killing me?!" you gasped, in mock anger. You raised your hand up to your chest, offended.

The grin on her face got even bigger. "Yeah, do you know how hard it was for me to build that box fort?" she winked. She then proceeded to laugh at her own joke. Typical Ellie.

Watching Ellie laugh made you melt. "To thank thee for saving me, thou shall be given permission to marry me!" you announced. To be honest, you had no idea what you were saying, and you only knew this line as it had appeared on television once. It sounded cool, so it stuck.

Ellie's emerald eyes lit up for a second, like she had just struck gold, and shoved her hand deep into her pocket, rummaging around. "Wait- I have the perfect thing for this!"

To your surprise, she pulled out two paper rings. One of them was blue, and the other was red. She then knelt down and pushed the red paper ring onto your finger.

To 12 year old you, it was like a fairy tale. Like how Snow White got her Prince Charming, even though Ellie wasn't technically a prince, it still counted. You figured that the swarming herd of butterflies in your stomach was just because of excitement.

"Now, we are legally husband and wife!" she says dramatically, before putting the blue paper ring on her finger. You giggled and said, "My romeo!" Again, something from television.

"I'll be your knight in shining armor, princess [name]! You shall never live in fear ever again!" she declared, before trapping you in a tight bear hug. She smelled of nature, and it was very refreshing. You buried your head deep into the crook of her neck.

"Promise?" you questioned.

Ellie let go of you, and you were disappointed until she said to you, "Promise."

Safe to say that Ellie had never broken her promise and kept her word.

[liveyun]

I N T E R L U D E : 2 0 0 9

pairing. yoongi x female reader / gn reader for this drabble

genre. fluff, baby angst

w. yearning. too soft for my soul 🥹

wc. 1.7k +

—taglist form.

this is a drabble from the haegeum universe. give it a read, maybe? ( but can definitely be read as a stand-alone! )

please refer to “ a/n ” in the ending.

His flushed cheeks are a testament to the wintry chill that surrounds him, adding a rosy hue to his already captivating visage. His nose scrunches up his nose at the slightly cool wind which brushes his already flushed cheeks. As the soft flakes of snow fall delicately upon his coat clad shoulders, he remains unfazed, displaying an air of quiet confidence and solitude.

Amidst the pristine white backdrop, his jet-black hair stands out, glistening as if it were coated in a thin layer of frost. Each strand appears silky and smooth, falling effortlessly around his pale, youthful face, framing his youthful features perfectly .

His once styled, not messy bangs are hastily parted to the side, giving a peek of his feline, warm brown eyes. They add a touch of mystery, drawing attention to his captivating eyes that peek out from beneath the soft curtain of hair. His eyes, when glimpsed through the gaps, reveal a glimmer of curiosity and a hint of his inner world, full of soft dreams and a longing feeling of love, and you're dumb enough to say that, too. His lashes rest on his soft cheek each time he blinks, and you fold.

His eyes are just so beautiful.

The contrast between his dark hair and the snowy scenery only enhances his striking appearance.

As an observer captivated by his presence, you feel an innate desire to reach out and brush off the snow that has accumulated on his shoulders and hair. Your fingertips itch with anticipation, longing to gently remove the delicate ice crystals that have settled on him. The act of doing so would not only demonstrate your caring nature but also allow you to connect with him on a deeper level, but you know you cannot. You would not.

Hidden behind the bangs, his eyes meet yours, and he gives you a smile. A smile which has his gums and teeth showing full on display, eyes crinkling close at how wide he's smiling at you. Cute, you think, and your cheeks heat up at the thought of finding your senior, cute.

Your senior, Min Yoongi.

But it is what it is, right? Stupid heart. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Whenever he approaches you, or smiles at you, or reads you out paragraphs.

Or maybe when he saves a tangerine or two for you. He hasn't still admitted it out loud that the tangerines you find on your desk often during the lunch break are actually from him, because a lot many times in the beginning, you've scanned over the classroom to see who's your secret tangerine Godfather, only to notice him silently staring at you through the corridor.

And you still giggle to visualise how fast he has turned away, abruptly, cheeks red like a tomato on being caught. Now, you didn't really need to actually look for confirmation whether it's from him, but you do enjoy the look on his face when you bring out one during times like these.

You find him devastatingly cute.

You know you're grinning like an absolute fool, heart palpitating like a damned drum being played.

Times like these, your heart decides to thump loudly against your will with heated cheeks and a fuzzy stomach where you feel—they call it butterflies, the funny feeling—occurs. It's as if a delicate dance of happiness is happening inside you, spreading joy with every movement, every word and every giggle passed in between you two.

He's two years older than you- you're fourteen, he's sixteen. But still, there's no icy formality as there used to be before when you met him. It's now all giggles and jokes.

Long story short, you met him at the basketball court, or rather bumped at him. But that's another story to continue, no?

“ Is that a story again you've written, Yoongi-ssi? ”

You playfully ask him as he takes a seat beside you, fumbling with his coat pocket to fish out a small, yellow paper, or rather, a sticky note.

You absolutely want to tease him for the flush that rises to his already pink cheeks at your teasing, because now you're bold enough to confront him with his short paragraphs that he writes to read out to you in the free times like these.

“ I— uh.. ”

“ I just did that randomly while trying to write a song.”

He looks so cute, so adorable, so homely with a small pout on his pink lips, his already pale skin shining softly. The chestnut overcoat fits him perfectly, hugging his slender body. Its warm color complements his features and stands out against the white snow.

The soft fabric of the coat drapes gently, giving him a polished appearance. He crosses the lapels of his coat over for warmth, and your cheeks burn with mortification when you realise your heart skipped a beat with the random thought that you had a strong urge to keep him warm with your arms.

“ A song? Did you finish it, senior? ”

His brows furrow slightly at the honorific you're addressing him with. You know his irritation because it's been long he has told you to let go of those and just be normal friends, but maybe you do like his pissed off face a bit more than you should.

A bit more than you should.

He clicks his tongue as a denial, shaking his head slightly, fidgeting with the small paper.

“ ..No, but ended up writing this. ”

“ Is it in English, senior ? ”

You absolutely love the way he sends a half hearted glare your way, but you know he doesn't mean any real burn behind it.

“ The melodies remind me of some certain emotions which..which I don't really acknowledge, at times. ”

Melodies. It wasn't really long since you've come to a realisation that melodies, mean his thoughts for him. Or, the music notes you often see him going through.

No matter if he's infront of the piano or not. You'd often catch him scribbling something on a paper with flushed, red cheeks, but on further inquiry ( and a little teasing, maybe) you'd get nothing but annoyed grunts, nothing too serious.

A new learner of English, he says, he is, apparently. But the small paragraphs he often reads you out with such fluency was already convincing you otherwise.

His voice when he speaks has a thick, Korean accent which is audible though each syllable, but you really think that it adds a dash of charisma to his overall voice when he speaks. His tone is light, fluent, and overall, pleasing to hear.

You weren't good at English yourself— but you didn't miss the times he would watch you with curious, sparkling eyes whenever you spoke in English. Or give a speech in some annual function at school, or achieved good marks in examinations.

But to you, you thought it was all just— practice and even a bit of instinct. You didn't even know what adverbs were. Well. Reading books of various genres helped you in crafting your vocabulary, and it's a good thing that you can use it now— but for him, you were a God. In English.

You bite your inner cheek to catch him blushing, again, as he fumbles with the small paper clutched in his hands.

Your hands itch to reach forward and hold his own, larger ones, which he often rubs together to warm them up. You give him a small smile with a nod, encouraging him to speak his side. He clears his throat, and after releasing a sigh, he begins.

“ Sometimes, the most elusive desires are the ones that torment us the most. We yearn for something we know is nearly impossible to attain, and the ache within our hearts grows with each passing moment. „

Yet, deep down, we grapple with the knowledge that we may not deserve it. The pain is twofold— a longing that both consumes and humbles us, reminding us of the delicate balance between our desires and our self-worth. ”

A moment of silence.

Suddenly, a realization sparkled in your eyes, like a shooting star illuminating the night sky. His paragraph was about longing something which you know is nearly impossible to attain. And it takes you almost a minute to realise that he just read it out to you. He was audibly quiet after finishing his little speech. His glance was down to the little paper opened in his outstretched fingers, hasty and cursive english scribbled on it.

You glanced back at his face. His eyelashes were covered with small droplets of snow, and you then realise that the fuzzy feeling, wild butterflies roared in the pit of your stomach. They reared high up to your chest, enveloping your tender beating heart in a soft hug as his gaze followed up to you, and you see the smallest of the smiles breaking on his lips.

But your breath hitches in your throat when you realise that maybe the yearning he just read out to you doesn't resonate the same way it does in your heart.

Your heart felt a gentle tug, pulling you to a different path, where your yearning took a different shape, with different colors and a unique rhythm. In that moment, you embraced the realization that sometimes, the yearning in our hearts doesn't always align with the yearning we find in others.

You shouldn't take Yoongi’s kindness to spend time with you for something which you don't know where will it lead to, because you know it's a path not so easy to tread on.

“ How was it, ____ ? ”

His voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you already find him looking at you.

You feel a genuine smile blooming at his feline eyes curiously peering at your own ones. He looks like a lost kitten, and you try the hardest to not coo at the big tuxedo cat infront of you.

“ Amazing as always, Yoongi-ssi! You used very high class words, though! I really love how you described it so well. ”

His small smile now widens to a whole, wide grin which has his gums popping out, nose scrunching in delight at your praise. His cheeks are dusted pink again, and you feel the roar at the pit of your stomach again.

You ignore the tug at your chest who deals with the crumpled threads of hope, again.

And that's okay, for in the tapestry of emotions, each thread has its own story to tell.

a/n : hello!

if you're a normal reader, thank you for reading so far. if it's possible, or if you want, let me know your thoughts 💜

if you're a haegeum reader, i just wanna let you guys know about the relationship between oc and yoongi more. i don't want to include the flashback parts more in the main story, though flashbacks like these may pop out of nowhere to let you guys know more ✨ however, the actual relationship of their past remains vague, or is upto the reader to decide.

also, i'm not putting haegeum on hold. because, i still maybe would write more drabbles / scenarios so regarding their past (so that readers get the connection between in the main story ) (no promises, but has more possibilities).

but the update for the main story— i dunno when. it's going to be long, and actually, it's quite a thing for me to write. there's a lot going on, so maybe the update should hopefully be done till late November (just an estimate. no promises. ) the ending I’ve visualised, i fear that it's not really the best or happy in any ways, and i have to work on it to make it presentable. but for now, maybe i’ll focus on writing my other fics with lighter genres. again, i’m not putting it on hold. it's still a wip, so don't worry 🤍 maybe or maybe not it can be released before, or even after.

feel free to ask for ask my muse / drop by some feedback / read my other works / or just chat !

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

drabble idea for bounded by a ring. or more like a part two i suppose of how jungkook courts oc

Hello anon, the courting matter is going to be developed deeper in further chapters, in the meantime here is a small drabble, I hope you will like it!

Warnings: one curse word, this is pure fluff guys, a bit of comedy and again, fluff.

It all started when Jungkook began getting home from work earlier that you noticed the difference in his behaviour. His smiles were becoming more frequent, lingering yet innocent touches graced your skin more than before.

And you didn't know why. Not that you were complaining, you adored his smile and the soft contact between your skin and his made butterflies to wildly fly in your stomach, resulting in you trying to suppress a blush more times than you could count.

Today was no different, with Jungkook leaving for work as usual but this time, he did something that left you so stunned that you stayed rooted on the ground for ten minutes after he had exited the flat.

For he had kissed your cheek before stepping out of the door. If you had been paying more attention you would have noticed the blush paint on his cheeks while he closed the door behind him.

His lips had touched your skin, something that had only happened on your wedding day. The action was to never to repeat itself, or that was what you thought considering the type of relationship you held with your husband.

But the surprises of that day didn't finish with his delicate kiss on your cheek. You sat on the couch, fingers typing furiously on the keyboard of your laptop as you were determined to finish the chapter of your new book today.

Then you heard it; someone was calling you. The sound of your phone vibrating on the coffee table snapped you out of your train of inspiration. You couldn't help the sigh that escaped your lips, thinking that perhaps it was your editor or someone from the marketing team. You put the laptop aside and stretched forwards, grasping your phone in your hand.

A smile graced your lips when you read the I.D. displayed on the screen. It was Jungkook. Without wasting another second, you answered his call.

"Hello?"

A couple of seconds passed in silence before you heard his deep voice from the other end.

"Hi, (y/n). What are you doing?"

You blinked a couple of times at the suddenness of his question, of his call.

"I'm... I'm writing, well was writing. Do you need something? Are you alright?"

You heard the shuffling of some papers in the background but you paid it no mind as he answered.

"That's great, I can't wait for the release of your new book."

Jungkook said, your frowned at his strange attitude but your heart fluttered at his words.

"Listen, (y/n), I wanted to... how do I say this? Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight? I know a good restaurant that you will love."

You froze at his question. You could count with your fingers the times you had had dinner with Jungkook, again one of those times had been on your wedding day.

"W-why?"

You wanted to smack your head with the wall after that word escaped your lips before you could stop it. Little did you know, your silence was killing Jungkook from inside yet your small response caused him to suppress a chuckle.

"Because you are my wife and I want to have dinner with you. Is that so wrong for me to ask?"

You shook your head before remembering he couldn't see you.

"No, I never said it was wrong. It just caught me off-guard."

A moment or two passed in silence. You swallowed, not knowing what else to say. Your cheeks were as red as a tomato, you were going to need to take a cold shower after this.

"So... is that a yes, then?"

Your teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, glancing at the clock hanging over the large TV.

"Yes, let's have dinner."

Jungkook couldn't help the smile that grew on his face, full teeth on display. He wore that smile you found adorable on him, the one his friends like to tease him saying he had a "bunny smile".

"Okay then, I'll pick you up at 7:00. Pamper yourself but don't dress too formal. It is a casual dinner."

You nodded while agreeing with him with words.

"Alright."

"See you later, (y/n)."

"See you later, Jungkook."

He let out a soft chuckle at you mirroring his words before he hung up, unaware of how you smiled to yourself in the living room of your shared apartment.

"I'm gonna guess she agreed to dine with you according to your smile."

Jungkook was snapped from his thoughts as his mind remembered the call he just had with you. His eyes fixed on Namjoon's voice as he stood in front of his desk, Jimin was by his side as he held some sheets of paper with the planned conversation for Jungkook to read while he talked to you.

"Yes, hyung. She said yes."

The younger man stood up, picking up some papers before walking towards the exit of his office.

"I have to deliver this to Jin-hyung, I have to pick (y/n) up at 7:00."

And with that, he was out of the door.

"He really likes her."

Stated Namjoon. His gaze was fond of his younger friend who was already progressing in his married life.

"Yes, he does, hyung. Our Jungkookie is already grown up."

Jimin expressed with a tinge of nostalgia in his sweet voice, piling some papers on Jungkook's desk for he knew the younger one was going to be too distracted thinking about your date to pay any mind to the mess in his desk.

But both Jimin and Namjoon couldn't feel prouder for Jungkook. It was a step only he could take but his friends were going to be by his side forever, always supporting him.

"Of course he is grown up, Jimin-ah. It's up to us to prevent him from fucking this up."

Drabbles for The Handsome Husband Series are open!

I do not own the gif.

Sept/03/2023

[yourlocalghoulette]

this is Halloween

Miguel x fem!reader

warnings- 18+ MDNI, smut, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), a bit of a costume kink, breeding kink, not proofread.

w/c: 1.1k YALL THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN

authors note- guys idk why this took me so long to write😭 my adhd rly said NOPE YOUR BRAIN IS NOT WRITING TODAY so it took me forever lmao. hope yall enjoy some spicy Miguel, reblogs always help!!

staring at your mirror, your mouth tugs up in a small, prideful grin at your costume. you are the sexy devil, wearing a red spandex tube top that tied in the front and a matching red miniskirt. your makeup is exaggerated but alluring, your lips painted bright red with lipstick. your hair is left down in loose curls, a headband with red horns holding them out of your face. your costume is perfect, but the only thing missing is….

you gasp as Miguel walks out of the bathroom, wearing a blood red suit and tie with a red top hat with horns on his head. the suit looks like it had been made just for him, fitting him in all the right places, accentuating his muscular build.

“good god,” you gasp, trying to take in his looks. “you look so good.” you grin up at him.

“so do you, muñeca,” he replies in his low voice that never ceases to send butterflies straight into your stomach.

“ready to go?”

Miguel holds his arm up so you can wrap your arm around his, making you giggle.

“lead the way, mi pequeña belleza,” he croons, following you to the front door. (my little beauty)

as you and Miguel step into your friends costume party, you feel all eyes falling on you and Miguel. ignoring the attention, you grab Miguel’s arm and tug it slightly.

“come on baby, let’s go eat. im starving.”

the night is full of fun, playing spooky games and carving pumpkins, plenty of cocktails and a costume competition. you and Miguel won best couples costume. as Miguel got more drunk throughout the night, you notice how he becomes more and more affectionate over you. he cannot keep his hands off of you, seeing you in that tight spandex top that squeezed your breasts together just right, showing enough cleavage to make his cock twitch. as you sit at a table together talking with a friend, you notice his hand start to snake up your inner thigh, making its way to your clothed cunt. you give him a look. “not right here,” you whisper. he looks into your eyes, his dark red eyes so full of lust and need that he thought he’d explode.

“im just- ahem- going to run to the bathroom real quick,” he says quickly, getting up from his seat. he beckons with his head for you to follow him. as soon as the bathroom door is locked, his lips are on yours, kissing you with such fervor that your knees grow weak. he pins you up against the wall, not breaking the suffocating kiss that he is planting on your lips. he makes quick work of unlacing the sides of your costume, ripping it off along with your flimsy white panties.

“god, such a pretty pussy,” he groans, kneeling down but keeping your hips planted to the wall. he licks a stripe up your folds, enjoying the little whimpers and mewls you make when he teases you. “fuck, so gorgeous for me, bebita,” he croons before taking your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. he enjoys how you quiver above him as he eats you out, back arching against the wall as you moan his name.

“please, baby- i need- i need…” you are unable to make a full sentence, your brain cloudy with the pure need for this man. “tell me what you need, princesa,” he groans into your pussy, sending vibrations through you that make your body shudder. “i-i need you-oh god,” you moan as he shoves two fingers inside of you. he nods in approval, then straightens up and unbuttons his red pants. he pulls his hard, throbbing cock out of his boxers, giving it a few solid pumps with his hand, giving himself more pleasure than you thought he would indulge in. “please, baby, I need you so bad,” you whimper as his mouth curls up in a devilish grin, enjoying the way your body writhes in impatience. finally, finally he lines up his tip with your throbbing hole and pushes himself all the way in brutally, not caring to let you adjust. you let out a silent scream, holding your hand over your mouth so the others won’t hear the way he’s fucking you. he pushes in and out of you mercilessly, always making sure that your cunt hit the patch of hair at the base of his dick before he pulls out again. he dives his head into the side of your neck, biting it until it bleeds then quickly using his tongue to soothe the pain. “such a good girl,” he moans into your ear, making the butterflies in your stomach start flying again. “oh-god,” you moan as his tip hits your cervix over and over and over. “I’m so close,” you manage to stutter out, your brain completely numb from the way he’s fucking you against the wall. “go ahead, cum for me, corazón,” he growls, fucking you faster as he chases his own climax. your eyes roll back as your vision turns white, hearing only static in your ears as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. you have to bite your hand to hold back a scream as Miguel somehow fucks you faster. “fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Miguel whimpers, his voice growing deeper. “Gonna plant a baby in you, huh, muñeca? Gonna make you a mami- fuck,” he moans deep in his throat as you feel his cock twitch inside you, your pussy milking him for all he has. he stays inside of you for a few more seconds, making sure it takes before pulling out and slowly stroking his length. “Jesus, you’re so pretty,” he coos as he watches you, your body still shuddering slightly as you pull your costume back on.

[dekuhotnugget]

Zoenette One-Shot

It was the day of the high school prom of Collège Françoise Dupont. Everyone was present at the ball except one person, Zoé Lee. Zoé was preparing her suitcases to return to New York, on orders from her mother, Andrew, who had forced her daughter to return. Zoé wasn't at all satisfied with that, in fact, going back to the country where she suffered the most practically her whole life but, that wasn't the worst thing for her. The worst thing for her would be to stay away from Marinette, her best friend, the person she loved. That yes, is painful and when she thinks about it, it hurts.

Marinette misses Zoé's presence:

Marinette: Where is Zoé? Shouldn't she have arrived by now?

Alya: Don't you know about it, gurl? She's taking the plane to New York in a few minutes. Apparently, her mother forced her...

Marinette was speechless and shocked by the situation that just heard. Marinette had suspected for a few weeks that Zoé was hiding something from her and now, it all makes sense. Marinette didn't hesitate and went towards her scooter. She took her helmet, put it on and started to turn on her scooter.

Adrien: Where are you going?

Marinette: Stop my friend from leaving Paris...I'm sorry, Adrien, guys.

Marinette leaves for the airport. Meanwhile, Zoé was about to arrive at the airport. She couldn't stop thinking about her friends she made during those months in Paris, it really was something magical, with all of them, she could be herself and also, she couldn't stop thinking about Marinette, that even knowing that she loved Adrien, she couldn't just forget her, after all it's hard to forget the person you love.

Marinette accelerated at full speed, to be able to arrive in time for Zoé to leave. Zoé decides to call Marinette. As soon as Marinette hears the phone ring and sees it's Zoé, she answers it without hesitation.

Marinette: Zoé, explain to me what's going on? What was that about you going back to New York and why didn't you tell me or say goodbye, at least?

Zoé: I'm sorry Marinette... I really wanted to tell you but, I couldn't, I didn't have the courage and I didn't say goodbye to you because, it would hurt me more than anything else...I'm so so sorry...

Zoé hangs up the call and Marinette keep going towards the airport. Already at the airport, Zoé was heading towards the private jet that Andrew had specially prepared for his trip. She was about to get on the jet when she hears a voice in the distance calling for her. At first, Zoé was confused but, when the voice got closer, she could see that it was Marinette on her scooter.

Marinette: ZOEEEEÉ, WAIT!!

Zoé: M-Marinette? What are you doing here? You should be at prom...with Adrien...

Marinette: And let my friend go? No way. Zoé please...stay with us in Paris, I know you don't want to go back to New York, I can see it on your face.

Zoé: I have no choice, Mari...I'm sorry. I really loved spending these amazing months with everyone. For the first time, I really felt at home, I got to be myself and every moment we spent together was magical, you are truly amazing Marinette. I know you love Adrien but, I want you to know that I love you, I really do!

Marinette didn't know what else to say at this point so, if she wasn't good with words at least, with actions she was good. Before Zoe climbs the sixth step of the jet, Marinette pulls her arm and kisses her in her lips. Even though she was surprised by her friend's actions, Zoé returned Marinette's kiss.

Zoé: M-Marinette...W-Why did you do that? And also, you love Adrien, n-not me...so why?

Marinette: In fact, I feel that since you told me how you felt about me, my feelings have changed. You always cared about me, you helped me when I needed it, you are really a very special person to me, I- I love you, Zoé so please, don't go to New York...I would be heartbroken if you were.

Zoé felt like her face was red pepper and felt butterflies forming in her stomach with all those words from the person she loves. Zoé was still hesitant to go towards Mari but, after hesitant for some time, she gained courage and went to her, without rushing, going down each step. After that, they faced each other, until Zoé decides to say something:

Zoé: Do you really love me?

Marinette: Y-Yes, i really do!

Zoé: I- I'm so happy...

After those words, Marinette is the first to act for a second kiss but, this one takes longer. When they finally pulled away from the kiss, Marinette tries to tease Zoe:

Marinette: I'm sure you've been meaning to do this since the first time you met me heheh and you don't think I noticed you looking at me in the college cafeteria while I was at the other table with Adrien?

Zoé: I was enjoying the view from the cafeteria. >///<

Marinette: Yeah...sure! (she's cute)