#GOD Im nervous please be gentle

[iluvloganhowlett]

Feel free to reject this request since it’s kinda heavy, but maybe Hugh kissing the reader’s sh scars but it’s like friends to lovers? Preferably f reader but gen is fine too

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL ❀˖°

in which logan draws stars around your scars

warnings: HEAVY MENTIONS OF SH⚠️⚠️ DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A TOPIC YOU CANNOT HANDLE, angst, blood

i actually love this request as someone who struggles w sh themselves so pls don’t be afraid to ask smt like this!

i also switched it to logan instead of hugh bc i feel like he just fits the part better and this isn’t friends to lovers it’s just lovers😭 sorry

“you drew stars around my scars. but now im bleeding.”

you couldn’t help it, the burning sensation of the blood dripping down over your old scars was a feeling you couldn’t resist.

for 2 years now you’ve told yourself that you’d stop, thay you’d get better. especially since logan came around and made you want to get better. but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried.

more sooner than later did the tears of guilt and regret begin pooling your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your face as you held the cold towel to your wrist harder.

you knew logan would be up here any minute; his class was coming to an end soon. the last thing you needed was him walking in on you cutting yourself after you told him you’d stop.

you took a deep breath, drying your wrist and slapping a few bandaids on it before looking at yourself in the mirror; you were a mess. your face was flushed, covered in streaks of dried tears as the new ones kept coming. your hair was a ruffled mess, you were drowning in your hoodie and fuck did your wrist burn.

“y/n/n?” you heard from afar, shit. surely logan was in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.

you sighed, praying that your voice would be strong. “i’m in here, just a minute!” you called out, cursing yourself for your voice cracking at the last second.

immediately logan’s concern grew higher, slowly approaching the door and leaning his head against it. your nervous sobs were hard to miss, especially from right against the door.

“y/n,” logan called firmly, “open the door f’me please.”

your eyes widened, noticing how logan’s voice grew louder. it didn’t take you long to pick up on how close logan was to you.

“i can’t,” your voice cracked, you looked down at your hands that shook rapidly, afraid of what was to come.

logan’s brows furrowed, he’d had enough. you heard one of his claws retract as he picked the lock.

quickly, you took out your box, shoving your blade into it and throwing it god knows where into the drawer just before logan barged in.

“are you okay in here?” he asked, glancing down at your exposed wrist, covered in bandaids.

you followed his eyes, yours widening when you noticed you forgot to roll down your sleeve.

logan felt like he could physically feel the pit growing in his stomach, realizing what you had done. logan had never understood why you chose to hurt yourself like this. but he did understand what it was like to endure so much pressure and emotion that you don’t know how to contain it. and so he never screamed, or yelled, or frankly even asked ‘why?,’ because not everyone has a ‘why.’

your tears were flowing once more as you moved closer to logan, “i’m sorry,” you sobbed, burying yourself in his arms.

he immediately welcomed you, wrapping his strong

arms around your shoulders, rocking you back and forth in hopes to calm you down.

he looks down at you, his own eyes glossed over slightly, he hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he can’t do anything about it.

soon logan loosens his grip, reaching gently for your left wrist and bringing it up to his lips, planting a soft and gentle kiss on one of your old scars.

“my baby,” he mutters, kissing another one while ensuring he leaves your fresh one alone, “my sweet baby.”

you can do nothing but sob harder. you’d expected numerous reactions out of logan but this definitely wasn’t one of them.

“i love you,” kiss. “i’ll always love you, doll.” kiss. “y’know that? i’ll never stop loving you.” kiss.

your eyes dart down as you feel a drop of water on your wrist as logan continues kissing up and down your arm.

he was crying.

his confidence wavers, “you’re beautiful,” kiss. “so, so beautiful,” his voice begins to crack as he leans a head down on your shoulder.

logan takes a deep breath before dropping your wrists and instead taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “you’re always gonna be beautiful t’me, alright? the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”

it was the first time you’d ever seen logan cry this hard, the hot tears pouring down his face at an unbelievable pace. you’d be a monster to say this didn’t make you tear up in the slightest.

you place your hands on his wrists, his hands still holding onto your face. slowly he leans in, closing the space between you two. kissing you in such a gentle, loving way that it makes your legs feel weak.

“i love you, logan.”

“you’re beautiful, peach.”

this is so sad☹️

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[evie-sturns]

ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ - ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

summary: chris has always been your best friend until one night everything changes when you lose your virginity to him.

contains: smut, gentle chris, swearing, fluff.

———------------.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.-----------------——

chris and i tell eachother everything, i mean everything. we've been friends since the 6th grade and have no secrets, except for one. i'm a virgin. in my defence hes never really asked but its my biggest insecurity

its 11pm, me, nick, matt, chris and madi are sitting on the sturniolos couch, im cuddled against nick as matt and chris scroll on their phone.

madi is talking about a hookup experience right infront of us. ive never really hung out with her alone but she seems to overshare. a lot. "y/n, you know how when then finish they make strange ass noises?" she continues "mhm.." i lie, "but oh my god he was making demonic sounds like what the fuck" she says laughing.

after 5 more minutes of her talking, i feel humiliated, everyone else in the room except for me is laughing along with her and agreeing.

she wont stop.

i grab my phone then stand up off the couch, walking out of room in and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. i hear the living room go silent apart from a few whispers "chris go see whats wrong!" i hear nick say quietly and then shuffling, followed by 3 knocks on the bathroom door.

"y/n? you okay?" i hear chris say softly.

"please go away chris."

"im not gonna go away sweetheart, please talk to me." chris whispers through the door.

after a few minutes i unlock the door. chris opens it slowly to find me inside, eyes puffy from the few tears i shed. "oh y/n.." chris says sympathetically before pulling me into a hug, rubbing my back. "c'mon, lets go to my room so you can talk to me." he offers and i nod. he takes my hand as we open the door to his bedroom.

he sits down on the floor, resting his back against the side of his bed. i sit down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

i take a deep breath "im a virgin." i say bluntly, but quietly. he tenses slightly then nods understandably.

"and its fucking embarrasing when madis talking about fucking random dudes infront of me, its quite frankly humiliating." i continue "because im almost 21 and ive never done anything." i sigh.

an uncomfortable silence grows for a few seconds "this might be weird, and if you dont want to we can never talk about any of this again, but i could.." he pauses

"i could help..?" he says nervously

"help?" i repeat, slightly confused.

"i mean we've been best friends for like 9 years, i could y'know. teach ya? like platonically though." he says holding my hand.

another silence grows.

"okay!" i say nervously

"ok?" he whispers

"you can, lead the way?" i offer and he smiles.

he stands up, before leaning down and pulling me up by my wrists. we're both clearly nervous. "do i uh, have your like.. full consent?" he says concerned and i let out a small laugh "yes chris, you do, you're the person im most comfortable with."

he lifts his shirt off over his head, i blush, why am i blushing?

he throws his shirt to the floor before pulling mine off, revealing my white bra, which he quickly unclasps. he leans down and grabs my jaw, pulling me into a soft kiss. my heart rate increases as i realise this is chris, my best friend.

he picks me up by my ass and places me gently on my back on his mattress, the same one that we were giggling on yesterday. he pulls down my shorts, then my panties. leaving me revealed on the bed. he looms over me before pulling me by my thighs to the edge of the bed. he leans down between my thighs, his cold breath against my heat.

he drags his tongue all the way from my hole to my clit forcing a desperate moan out of me. "tastes so fucking good." he mumbles which causes me to squirm. he stands up and unbuckles his leather belt, letting it fall to the floor before he unbuttons his baggy jeans.

he stands in-between my legs in his boxers, it feels wrong, but so fucking right. "you ready baby?"

baby?

"im nervous chris, what if it hurts."

"dont be, it doesnt have to hurt, mhm?" he says reassuringly as he nods his head at me.

"i trust you chris.." i say smiling as he grabs the inside of my thigh "can you spread a little more?" he says and i comply.

after what feels like forever he pulls down his boxers slowly, letting his boner spring out, hitting his stomach. i instantly sit up in shock "chris-." i stutter as i look up at him

"you're okay, it wont hurt if you relax. ill go super slow hm?" he reasures and i nod.

"lay back down princess." he whispers.

i lay back down and reach for chris's hand, its always been a comfort thing for me and right now i need it more than ever.

his dick is strangely perfect.

i take a deep breath and squeeze chris's hand as his tip pushes against my entrance. he pushes slowly inside of me, giving me only an inch or two. "fuck you're so tight." he groans making my stomach flip. "you look so beautiful taking me mhm."

as he sinks deeper into me, his balls lightly pressing against my ass.

the same boy who i used to beg to play barbies with me is now balls deep inside of me.

im a moaning mess as chris giggles slightly

"what the fuck is funny chris" i say smiling

"your moans." he says nonchalantly as he starts to thrust, kissing my cervis each time

"shut up.." i say in between moans as i squeeze his hand tighter.

without warning he pulls out which causes me to immediately grab him and pull him closer "i didnt finish chris!" i say frustrated

"shh sh, i know i know, i want you to ride me. can you do that for me?" he says which almost makes me orgasm from his words.

"okay."

he lays down beside me and grabs my waist pulling me ontop of his so im sitting on his thighs. i prop myself up above his tip as he grabs my hips. i slowly sink down on him, feeling every inch of him filling me up. i moan loudly causing him to slam a hand over my mouth "shh." he whispers as i bounce up and down, i squeeze my eyes shut as my moans are muffled by his hand.

"y/n baby, im close okay? i want you to cum with me." he groans as i bounce faster on his cock

"you ready?" he says as his breathing becomes quicker. i nod as i clench around him, instantly making him release inside of me. i follow right after him as i collapse on his chest, he reaches a hand down pulling himself out of me.

he holds me tight against his chest, my breasts push against his hard chest while he grabs my ass. "you did so fucking good, so good." he whispers into my hair. "you want me to get you dressed baby?" he offers and i nod, sitting up on his stomach. he sits up and i slide off him onto his bed. as he stands up, he holds up my panties and shoves them in his pocket. before i have time to question it hes pulling me onto my feet.

he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. i squeal as he keep a firm grip on my thigh. pulling my shorts onto me. he places me back down onto my feet and puts my bra on. "is this right" he says with a slight laugh "yeah surprisingly!!" i say with a wide grin before pulling my shirt on.

chris finishes getting dressed and plants another kiss on my lips "was that okay for you? i hope it didnt hurt" chris asks softly "yeah it felt.. really fucking good chris." i say wiping my eyes in embarrassment.

he grabs my hand and takes me into the living room. nick is looking at chris with disgust and everyones dead silent "did you guys just fuck." matt says breaking the silence and my heart drops to my stomach

"what.." i say defensivley

"the load ass moans?" nick yells angrily.

the silence grows as chris looks like hes seen a ghost as i look up at him

chris suddenly starts "she got her period, so i took her up to my room so she could grab some fucking.. products. she was crying, they may of sounded like moans to you but she was just upset." he lies so confidently straight through his teeth which almost makes me burst out laughing.

"so im taking her home alright?" chris continues.

"shit sorry guys." nick says embarrassed "see you tommorow y/n, feel better" matt says and i smile at him.

(4 weeks later)

"hey baby, i got you these!" chris says walking into my bedroom with flowers "for what exactly" i say laughing "one month anniversary dumb fuck." chris says giving me a kiss on my lips.

4 weeks ago when he dropped me off he confessed to me.

he said he'd liked me for a while now, as in 5 years.

i hated to admit it, but i had felt the same.———------------.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.-----------------——

[irndad]

hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him. 

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage. 

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since. 

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed. 

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it. 

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?” 

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do?  That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize. 

He’s just so tired. 

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form. 

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket. 

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air. 

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded. 

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

[zweiginator]

need more of the patrick and tashi x tashi's inexperienced roommate i'm going feral like i need them to corrupt her in every possible way

i see you i hear you im with you.

cuz you have had sex before. but not good sex. you lost your virginity to a guy you met freshman year of college and that was all you knew. vanilla, missionary sex that lasted maybe five minutes. six if you count 'foreplay'.

but after what happened with patrick and tashi--you're addicted. and they want to corrupt you. tashi makes patrick touch himself the next day when you're in class. lists out ideas of what he can do to you to see his reactions. everything sounded good to him. but the way his eyes rolled back when tashi mentioned teaching you how to suck his cock--she knew she had a winner.

"perfect." tashi said. "sounds like the most logical step anyway."

"you think she'll want to?" patrick asked, catching his breath. tashi found a washcloth, cleaned the sticky cum from his stomach.

"course she will. she became quite the little slut for us."

they didn't know you dreamt of them. touched your aching little pussy almost every day, too shy to ask them for more, but crossing your fingers there was more to come.

patrick was set to leave in a few days, and you were worried that it was a one-time thing.

but when you got back to your dorm room, it felt like déjà vu, the look they were giving you.

and you were so obedient. always so willing to answer their questions or please them. they adore you. you’re so sweet; they crave you.

“how would you like to learn something new today?” in reality, tashi didn’t know if it would be new. she sort of just assumed you had never given head before.

“like what?” you sat your backpack down, sitting on your bed.

“you ever sucked a cock?” patrick said it in a more lewd manner than tashi would’ve preferred—but it got the point across.

you shook your head. i mean, you almost had. once before. but you never understood why anyone would want to. that was, until you were sitting on patrick’s face. until you watched how he lapped you up, moaned into your cunt and pushed you closer than you thought was even fucking possible. when you turned your head and looked at his cock, how strained it was—god, you wanted to see it. wanted to stroke it and feel how heavy he would be against your tongue. how his breath would hitch and his hands would find your face to grab onto.

“do you want to?” patrick asked, looking at tashi.

“yes.” it was immediate. they smirked at each other. they had corrupted you, made you a dumb little slut for them.

“c’mere.” patrick motioned to you. he sat on the edge of tashi’s bed.

“get on your knees in front of him. don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” tashi said it like she was an extension of her boyfriend. in reality, she was. maybe a part of her felt like this was a release for her. a way for her to fuck you vicariously through patrick’s cock.

you did as she said. patrick’s hands stroked your hair. his thumb pressed against your lips and he told you to open up. that this would act as practice.

“let me feel how you suck on them.”

so you sucked his fingers. took one and then two and eventually three. swirled your tongue around them.

“hallow your cheeks. when it’s my cock you gotta try and be gentle. the teeth can hurt.”

you nodded, suckling harder. suctioning and swirling your tongue. patrick was getting so hard. he pulled his fingers out; a long string of your spit tethered you together.

“i want you naked.” his pretty irises were hidden by lust-blown pupils and you obeyed him. he was hypnotic.

tashi kissed your shoulder as she pulled your shirt off. she helped you with your shorts, and then your panties. she felt how nervous you were, and tilted your chin to look at her.

“don’t worry. you’ll do great. start slow. he’s big.”

you hadn’t thought about the size of him. and as patrick pulled his boxers down and his cock slapped against his toned abdomen, your hands shook.

“here.” tashi grabbed your wrist, spat in your hand. “stroke him. touch him everywhere. he likes when you play with his balls. brush your thumb against this part right here.” tashi ran her thumb over the sensitive crown of patrick’s cock. he whined.

you copied her. “like this?”

she nodded. “good. now stroke him up and down. add more spit if you need.”

you used both hands. spat on him and rubbed his balls. they were velvety; he was so soft and sensitive down there. he twitched and bucked his hips and rolled his head back when you tightened your grip and went faster, faster.

you watched him so intently, trying to see what he liked. he liked it all—but tashi was right. he loved when you played with his balls. so you did it more and more. jerked him faster. used the hot beads of precum that dribbled out of him to make him wetter and wetter.

“now put it in your mouth.” tashi ordered. she was hypnotized—addicted to ordering you around. to dominating her boyfriend without even fucking touching him.

when the head of his cock pushed into your mouth, he groaned. it was a wet, carnal disgusting groan. because he knew his was the first cock to go into your pretty little mouth. and your lips were so stretched around him, so red and wet with spit and precum.

“oh my god.” patrick and tashi said it at the same time.

you stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, but you suctioned and touched his balls and did exactly what they taught you to. even looked patrick right in the eye even though yours were watering.

“good girl. good fucking girl.”

it felt so good to be praised by him. by both of them. you smiled and pulled off his cock and he looked so dejected. he wanted more. but jesus, your smile was so pretty.

“what are you doin-“ he gathered your hair in his hands.

“tashi said you like when i touch you down there.”

you couldn’t even say balls.

and then you sucked them into your mouth and patrick almost screamed. his knuckles were white as he gripped tashi’s baby pink sheets. he was sure he was sweating so hard, dripping onto them.

“fuck yes—“

tashi nodded, leaning forward to pull your hair back. she whispered in your ear.

“he’s going to cum soon. you gonna swallow it?”

you hummed, his pressing a kiss to his balls. licking up his shaft, you nodded.

“good.”

as soon as you reached the tip, you suckled on him, stroking him hard and fast and with a desperate fervor you had never felt before. you needed to make them so proud.

patrick came down your throat; he didn’t even have time to warn you. it was hot and sticky in your mouth but you swallowed it. and you showed them, as tashi held patrick’s head and kissed his forehead, talking him through his orgasm. his breathing was heavy and shallow and tashi listened to his heartbeat as patrick tucked you under his arm. he wouldn’t say it to tashi explicitly but he liked to think you were both his girls.

[spideyriki]

pretty in glasses

pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: your pretty boyfriend wants to be praised. oh, and he wears glasses!

warnings: sub!sunghoon, heaaaaavy mommy kink, praise kink, mirror sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), hair pulling, nicknames (babyboy, sweetheart & etc.) + lmk if i missed anything

w. count: 2.3k+

a. note: my first fic! hope you guys like it and excuse me for any mistakes, im not confident in my writing so feedback is appreciated :D (im shitting myself nervous rn sorry)

sunghoon was usually a brat but these past few days, sunghoon has been unusually obedient. he did the chores, prepared you meals, tidied your bedroom and etc. you were appreciative of course but you didn't think too much into it. sunghoon, however had an ulterior motive.

"y/n, what did you think of the dinner today?"

"it was really delicious sunghoon, thank you"

"look! i cleaned our room, do you like it?"

"i love it, baby, thank you"

"is our kitchen tidy enough, y/n?"

"it's lovely, sweetheart. thank you for helping"

sunghoon was craving for praise from you. he was desperate for your gentle attention. being a brat, he didn't get it often (during the sex itself, after sex you always showered him in praise) but he loved it so much and he was determined to get it.

one night when you both had finished dinner, you were resting on your shared bed when sunghoon walked in and sat really close up next to you. you smiled to yourself at his affection and rested a hand on his thigh. sunghoon bit his lip at this and his cheeks dusted a light pink, your action sent blood running down straight to his waiting cock.

sunghoon waited and waited for you to do more but that was all you did. sunghoon was growing increasingly frustrated, a small barely audible whine escaped his mouth as he squirmed. you quirked a brow at this before finally setting down your phone and looking at him, "what's wrong, hoonie?"

he looked up at you. he was wearing his glasses and god was he gorgeous. his big brown eyes staring up at you with his black framed glasses adorning his face, feigning innocence. you wanted to ruin him.

his lips formed a pout, "m-mommy", sunghoon called out softly.

you hummed at him, your hand reached out and gently stroked his cheek.

sunghoon sat up on his knees on the bed while both his hands held yours that was once his thigh, "mommy, i have been a good boy today, right?"

oh? you gave sunghoon a beautiful smile before only nodding at him. now you knew what he wanted.

another whine left his pink lips at your silence before he inched closer to you, his warm skin pressed up against yours, "mommy, please."

"please what, sunghoon?"

his two hands fondled with yours slightly, his eyes casted downwards, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose slightly as he avoided your strong gaze. "please reward me, mommy".

your smile morphed into a smirk, your other hand reaching out to sunghoon's chin and making him look you in the eyes. god his eyes in those glasses were sinful.

"you want mommy to tell you how good you've been, hmm?", your unoccupied hand then swept back his soft hair.

sunghoon bit his lips gently before nodding. his hands that held yours shyly moved it downwards towards his crotch to feel his hardening bulge. all while sunghoon gave you the most innocent eyes through those god forsaken glasses.

your hand on his bulge moved in circular motions before you harshly gripped it. sunghoon releasing a small gasp at the movement.

"words, babyboy"

sunghoon mewled at your words, "p-please tell me i've been a good boy. please let me taste you mommy please. o-or please touch me and fuck me stupid. i wanna be mommy's good boy"

the innocent glint in his eyes behind those glasses all while he was on his knees, you didn't stand a chance.

you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward to sit in your lap, a small yelp escaping him when he lost his balance before quickly adjusting his position to sit comfortably.

one last look at your pretty boy in his glasses before you pulled sunghoon in for a deep kiss. the kiss wasn't rushed or urgent but it was messy. your warm tongue slipping into his mouth easily while your teeth clashed with eachother, your saliva mixing together as he kept up with your pace.

sunghoon's hands wondered down to your waist before reaching his hands into your shirt, his large hands massaging slightly before travelling up to your breast. his hands fondled with your boobs, squeezing them gently before his fingertips skillfully rolled your nipples. a satisfied hum left you at the feeling.

sunghoon pulled away from your lips, his lips now beautifully swollen from your abuse. he needed to suck your nipples. once again, his big brown eyes looked up at you while his hands held the hem of your shirt, waiting for approval. any other day, you would've asked him for words but the way he looked so fucking adorable today made him hard to refuse so you gave him a nod. the way he gave you a bright smile made your heart swell up fondly.

in an instant, your shirt was discarded on the floor and sunghoon had your nipple between his plump lips while his hands pawwed at the other. the way sunghoon moaned happily was as if he was the one receiving pleasure. your hands gently ran through his hair. a wave of arousal washed through you as sunghoon looked up at you, batting his long eyelashes at you once again and those glasses resting perfectly on his face. sunghoon switched to your other nipple, sucking just as vigorously on the bud.

the sensation in his mouth was heavenly to him, sunghoon couldn't help but grind his erection into your thigh. at that, you pulled his head away from your boobs by his hair. a whine leaving his lips from the lost of contact as a string of saliva connected him to your hardened nipple.

"do you want me to take care of you, babyboy? i should reward you for being such a good boy~"

sunghoon nodded vigorously, "please, mommy"

you couldn't help but smile at the pretty boy infront of you, "yeah, what do you want me to do? anything you would like to do, babyboy. you've been such a good boy for mommy~"

his dick twitched in his pants at your praise, precum leaking out of his hardened member just by the way you were talking to him softly. after pondering slightly, sunghoon sat back on his knees slightly and pulled your legs apart.

"please, let me taste you mommy. i promise i can make you feel good please."

the was all you needed before you pulled him in for a kiss again, "undress me and yourself, hoon", you whispered in his ear when you pulled away from the kiss.

sunghoon got off your lap and pulled down your pajama pants, every inch of new skin revealed, he left a sweet kiss on it. he nearly drooled at the sight of your black lace panties that rested perfectly on your hips, his erection furthur hardening if that was even possible before he finally took off the garment. once you were bare infront of him, he took started undressing himself.

he didn't give you much of a show because he was so desperate to get a taste of your dripping cunt, you chuckled slightly at his eagerness, "i'm not going anywhere, baby". so you slowed him down when he reached his briefs, deciding to undress him yourself. your hands roamed all across his body from his defined muscles to his torso, not forgetting to run over his nipples before reaching down to his covered erection, repeating your circular motions from earlier, sunghoon let out a loud moan at that, his hips accidentally bucking up at your touch. moving down to his thighs where your nails scratched over them gently. before you finally finally took off his boxers.

his cock sprung out from its confines, standing up proudly. his tip an angry red, precum smudged all over. you couldn't help but smear the precum on his tip even more, a loud whine coming from sunghoon as more precum left his slit.

you let out a chuckle at sunghoon's tiny whine of protest before you stopped teasing his tip to allow sunghoon to continue his ministrations.

within seconds, sunghoon was spreading your legs apart and sitting between them, your pretty pussy was glistening with arousal, clenching around nothing as sunghoon admired you. desperate to dive in, sunghoon was about to take off his glasses before you stopped him and put the glasses back on his face, "keep them on, babyboy"

sunghoon smiled at that before giving you small experimental kitten licks between your folds. his tongue licked a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. holding sunghoon's hair, you shoved his face into your pussy. sunghoon dipped his tongue into your throbbing cunt. he licked into you as if he hadnt eaten for years, you tasted so good. his hands rested on your thighs as they squeezed around his head slightly from the pleasure you were receiving. his tongue explored every crevice of your delicious pussy. his nose rubbing against your clit at his intense licking.

your moans sounded so beautiful to him and only fueled him to make you cum faster. he pulled away and shoved two fingers into your cunt before his tongue latched himself onto your clit, sucking hard. the way his fingers thrusted and curled into you along with his sucking on your clit made your head roll back into your pillow and moans and groans fall from your lips. "you are doing so so good, baby", your praise made sunghoon moan, sending vibrations through you which only intensified the pleasure more. looking down, only to be greeted by sunghoon's big eyes already staring back at you was enough to tip you over the edge. you let out moans and praises as your milky cum squirted out all over sunghoon's fingers which thrusted in you all through your orgasm.

sunghoon gently pulled his fingers out from your messy cunt before putting them into his mouth, moaning around his own fingers at the taste of your arousal before he went down to lick your pussy clean. accidentally overstimulating your sensitive pussy, you pulled him away from yourself and brought him up into a deep kiss.

"good job, babyboy. you made mommy feel so good~", you peppered kisses all over his flushed face as his soft giggles filled the room before kissing him on the lips once again, sunghoon readjusted himself, his red aching cock now resting on your thigh as he tried to discreetly grind against you. pulling away, your hand grabbed his large dick and stroked it.

"since you made mommy feel so good, do you want me to fuck your little hole open, hmm? make my babyboy feel good"

he let out another whine, grinding into your hand, "yes, please mommy, want mommy to fuck me so bad"

sunghoon's face flushed a deep red as you positioned him to face the full length mirror by your bed on all fours. his tiny hole on display for you as you made him look at himself.

putting a generous amount of lube on your fingers, you finger easily protruded into him. sunghoon let out a moan at the feeling of finally being filled up atleast a little bit. thrusting your finger in a few times before adding a second and third to make sure your baby was properly streched out for your strap.

you deemed sunghoon ready once his moans increased in volume and his hips were moving against your fingers. you put on your strap and teased his hole with it slightly watching it clenched around nothing.

"are you ready, hoonie?"

"yes, please fuck me", that was all you needed to hear before pushing in your large cock into him. sunghoon let out a hiss at the stretch.

your hips stilled as you waited for sunghoon to adjust to the strap before he let out a small 'move, please'. grabbing his hips, you thrusted into sunghoon deeply. a deep moan erupted from him as your cock rocked into him roughly.

sunghoon's head fell foward at the pleasure, gripping his hair you made him look at his reflection in the mirror.

"look at how pretty you are, sunghoon. i love these glasses on you. don't you think you look so pretty getting fucked by mommy's cock?"

your pace increased and a whimper fell from sunghoon's lips as he had no choice but to stare at himself taking in all of your girth.

"answer me."

a cry escaped sunghoon as you thrusted into him harder, the tip hitting his prostate.

"yes, wanna l-look pretty just for mommy"

satisfied with his answer, you continued to fuck into him roughly. sunghoon's dick hanging heavily between his thighs, desperate for a release. tears fell from his eyes streaming onto his beautifully flushed cheeks, the force of your thrust making his glasses jump slightly.

you stared at sunghoon's reflection in the mirror and god was he a masterpiece. his beautiful eyes fighting the urge to close shut behind his glasses, tears streaming down his pink cheeks from the intense pleasure, his black hair disheveled from the grip you had on it, his well defined pecs flexing as he struggled to hold himself up in the position. your train of thought was cut off when sunghoon let out a whimper.

his back arched beautifully as the constant thrusting on his prostate grew too much for him, he needed to cum so bad.

"mommy, please please please let me cum"

your heart swelled at his voice which was now higher in pitch as he begged for his release.

"go ahead, my good boy. cum for mommy"

reaching towards his dick you stroked him throughout his orgasm. with a loud moan, he released a nearly concerning amount of cum, dirtying the sheets beneath him.

sunghoon let out a pained whimper as his cock was milked dry, you slowed your movements on both his dick and his hole before gently pulling out of him and letting go off his hair.

sunghoon turned around and fell into your arms. your hands rubbing up and down his back. you left kisses all over his face as he held on to you like his life depended on it.

© spideyriki (sorry for the rushed ending!!)

[planetpedri]

perhaps a blurb ab kenan where he comes over for a dinner with her family and she can have a little sibling/cousin and he’s just smiley + makes them laugh and she’s like ohhhhh my god right okay. im screwed. LMK.

My love all mine — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kenan’s always got nervous during dinners with your family, but this time seemed to find solace with your nephew though, and watching their interactions had left you certain he was going to be the man you marry.

Word count: 368

Disclaimer/s: none just pure fluff <3

A/N: im so ill don’t EVEN. this is such a small blurb buttt

Playing with the hem of your dress, you glance at your quiet boyfriend. A small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he tries to keep conversation with your parents. A small smile makes its way onto your face as you slip your fingers through his, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance.

Kenan glances at you, his dimples showing as the corner of his lip tugs into a wavering smile. His eyes pleading with you silently, make it stop.

“Mom, dad..” You drawl out, “leave him alone, it’s been an hour. Give him a break.”

Your parents finally relent, but not without matching eye rolls. “We just want to get to know him!” Your mother persists, only stopping when you give her a look.

With your parent’s attention stolen to your sister, who was asking for help to get more juice. Your savior herself. For that, you give her a grateful smile, she simply winks in return.

Turning your attention back to your boyfriend, you find him deep in conversation with your sister’s son, Danny. You watch as Kenan makes a dramatic wide eyed expression. Danny is giggling as he shows Kenan something in his palm.

The sight of Kenan with kids, wasn’t unfamiliar with you. You’d seen him with young fans before, and although adorable.. you’d never seen him like this. Playful and giddy and with your own family.

Eye’s softening, you watch quietly, observing. It isn’t until your parents are back, their own smiles on their faces as they watch the interaction.

Your mother gives you a teasing look, mouthing, ‘marry him. Please.’

Shaking your head humorously, you laugh under your breath. But in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but imagine it all. A life with kids, you and him. You smile at the thought.

A gentle squeeze to your hand pulls you back to reality and you face Kenan, “what?”

“I asked what you were smiling about?” He chuckles seeing the confusion on your face, “you were staring at your plate..?”

Blinking slowly, your eyes flicker across his face. “Nothing, I just love you, that’s all.” You grin from ear to ear.

Kenan mirrors your expression, “I love you too.”

DTS , @halfwayhearted

[delimeats-000]

Just the Editor

summary: chris teasing the podcast editor takes a little turn

warnings: language, make outs, dry humping

requested.

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im editing a podcast for THE sturniolo triplets. this is big, like huuge. these guys got me through senior year of hs, and now im their editor, like wtf.

on the set beyond the wall that divides us i can hear the guys laughing with one another.

they’ve been recording for about 2 and a half hours. they should be done soon and come check the final product of the last pod i edited.

soon enough they finish their current recording and come to the editors office.

“Hey y/n/n.” nick says.

“Hey nick.” i get out of my chair to hug him and greet the other boys. “Im pretty much done if you guys wanna take a peek on the last episode.”

“Oh i have a meeting with madi and laura that matts gonna drive me to.” nick hesitates. “If chris is up for it he can stay and watch.”

“Yeah i can come pick him up after the meeting.” matt chimes in.

“Ok sounds good.”

no it doesn’t, two of three triplets gone leaving me with the third that i just so happen to be absolutely smitten over.

matt interrupts my thoughts, “Alright cool. We’ll be back.”

“Be good Chris.” nick laughs before heading out the door and closing it behind him.

i turn to face chris. i hope to god he doesn’t see how nervous i am.

“Ok so you ready?”

“Uhh yeah, you got pepsi?”

“Yeah there should be some in the fridge downstairs.”

“You wanna lead me over there? Please?”

“Of course.” i stand up and quickly walk to the foor opening it for him.

“No no, ladies first.” he winks.

fuck.

“Thanks.” wtf, THANKS, dumbass.

he laughs tho, ok cool, play it cool.

we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in silence.

“Do you want one or two?” i say bent over in the fridge reaching for his pepsi. he steps close behind me, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Lemme get two, just in case.”

“ok.” i feel weak, his hand feels so firm and strong.

compared to the cold room i was in his hand is hot and the temperature change makes me shiver.

“Are you ok?” he asks as i stand up.

“Yeah just cold.”

“Here take my sweatshirt.”

before i can decline the offer he’s already taking it off revealing a wife beater that lifts halfway up his torso as the sweatshirt comes off. my eyes go wide and i dont get the chance to fix my expression before he notices the blush on my face.

he laughs softly, “Here goof, put it on.”

i take the sweater and put it on.

“You look good.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, lets go watch the pod.”

“Yeah.”

my face is most definitely flushed, im hot, genuinely burning up and the sweater is making this worse now, but it smells so good. i cant take it off, not yet.

“Ok here you go.” i pass him my laptop and headphones so he can watch the pod on the loveseat in the office.

“Yo, you’re not gonna watch with me?”

“Uh, i guess i can.”

he scoots over and hands me the other headphone. he presses play. i cant even focus on the video in front of me, all i can think about is the fine ass man right next to me. shoulder to shoulder i swear i can feel his heart beat. there’s no way in hell im playing this cool. i just know im shaking. please god dont let him notice.

but he does anyways.

he pauses the video, “Is everything ok.”

i dont want to look him in the eyes, im gonna give it up. “Mhm, yeah.”

“Look at me.” he says quiet and gentle. but i dont look.

he grabs my face turning me towards him.

“I said look at me.”

he’s serious this time, his tone still quiet but now firm.

“Sorry.” i mumble.

“Shh, don’t apologize.” a smile grows on his face. “Whats on your mind?”

i shrug, struggling to make eye contact.

“Tell me, baby.”

im sure he could see the shock on my face because his subtle smirk turned into a soft chuckle.

“you’re pretty, chris.”

“You think so?”

i nod my head quickly.

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” he leans closer. “Can i kiss you?”

i nod once more before his lips land on mine.

he starts slow speeding up the kiss getting more rough. his tongue now caressing mine. he slowly runs his hand down to my neck and lets the other rest on my hip.

his sloppy kisses lead down my neck and i feel him leaving his mark. i let out a moan from the sharp pain, as i reach to grab his hair.

he bites harder making me let out another moan before he lets go, breathing hard he says, “Keep moaning for me, baby.”

“Yes sir.” i say as he goes back to making out with me.

i straddle his waist taking control grinding on his dick feeling the bulge grow larger.

“Fuck. Ke-keep going.”

now kissing down his neck and grinding against his hard cock, ive got him moaning for me.

then.

there’s a knock.

“Heeeyy.”

its nick. he opens the door to me struggling to get off chris. chris is completely unfazed as im absolutely embarrassed.

“Chris.”, matt laughs. “You didn’t.”

Nicks jaw completely dropped he turns around and walks out of the room.

Matt daps up chris before leaving too.

Chris stands up walking towards me, “Call me ok?”

i nod and he kisses my cheek before heading out the door.

i fall back onto the loveseat in utter disbelief.

“He forgot his sweatshirt.”

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dialogue key: nick - matt - chris - y/n

hope you like it, love you 🫶

EDIT: Pt 2 Out Now

[sleepyhutcherson]

hello! may I please request something fluffy where the reader and Mike Schmidt have a talk about marriage and their future together? thanks so much for sharing your writings!

restless nights.

MIKE SCHMIDT X GN!READER

summary: mike can’t sleep even after a long late shift, which gives him a lot of time to think and realise how much he truly loves you and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

word count: 1.0k

tags: established relationship, fluff, talk of marriage, talk of having kids someday, mike struggling with sleep, no use of y/n, this takes place 6 years after the fnaf movie events.

author’s note: honestly, not a fan of marriage but i would immediately marry mike if he asked me to. would not even have to think it twice. thank you for your request anon! i really enjoyed writing this, hope you love it 🫶🫶 sorry for the rough writing, i had trouble writing this one im not gonna lie 😭 i think i restarted this one six times 😮‍💨 but thank you sofia ( @olliebjorkstrand ) for helping me come up with an idea TE AMOOO <3

Despite Mike’s recent late shifts, he can’t seem to fall asleep. He tried shifting around in bed, fluffing his pillow, and changing positions several times but nothing seemed to work. He’s given up, deciding to merely lay on his back and face the ceiling he once relied on many years ago when a poster was still taped on it. The memory forces him to shut his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. His hand subconsciously makes its way to where you’re sleeping beside him, tangling his fingers through your soft hair bringing him the solace he craved this entire time. He envied how peacefully asleep you were, not having to shift around or beg to a God to help you rest at least a few hours like he had.

His fingers lace through your hair, gentle enough not to wake you, a small smile curling up on his chapped lips when he hears your soft snores. He couldn’t envy you for much longer, fully enamoured by your serene state. He turned his head to the side to look at you, though your back was turned to him he wouldn’t miss the chance to admire your bare back. His hand moved down from your head, his fingers dragging down to your back where he gently drew patterns simply to feel your delicate skin under his digits.

Honestly, this is better than sleep. He would take this over sleep anytime.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

Mike retreats his hand, surprised by your sudden question. He thought you were sleeping. Were you awake this entire time? Maybe his touch had woken you.

“You’re awake?” He asks. You giggle at how groggy yet startled he sounds, turning around to face him now. He looked exhausted, to say the least. His eyes were slightly droopy with fatigue, eyebags prominent from countless restless nights.

“No.” You reply, both of you face-to-face now, smiling a little.

Mike’s hand cups your cheek, his calloused palm rough against your smooth, soft skin. He lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb, his eyes hazy as he stares at you with such fondness. You looked so perfect, you always did to him. He absolutely adored everything about you; the softness of your hair, your delicate skin and the way it flushed whenever he touched you, like now. He chuckles at the pink that tints your cheeks, such a pretty shade on such precious skin.

“What?” You ask with a nervous giggle. Something about having Mike look at you like this always made you feel a little nervous, even after all this time.

Mike shakes his head a little, continuing to gaze at you with glistening eyes. “Nothing,” he says at first, wanting to continue to admire you like this. God, he loved you. It was such a heavy feeling, but he didn’t mind how heavy it was, he would carry it if it meant he had the privilege of loving you.

A thought occurs to him, one that isn’t at all unfamiliar. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that was always clear to him: he also wondered how marrying you would be like. He thought about it before, a few years into your relationship—about marrying you—and even wondered if you would want to marry him. You both barely mentioned marriage though. It was never a conversation you two had seriously but right now he thinks maybe it should be something you two should talk about.

How should he bring it up though, right?

He feels quite nervous and even a little shy about talking about this. What if you weren’t on the same page? God, that would be embarrassing. Maybe he shouldn’t even ask at all—save him from the embarrassment.

Fuck but he really wanted to know.

“I want to marry you.”

It comes out before he can even stop himself from saying it. He watches your expression, the way your eyes go wide and honestly he’s not sure if your reaction is a good one or a bad one.

“Wha—what?” You ask, caught off guard by his words and the sincerity behind them. You had never given it much thought before—marrying Mike, that is. Not because you didn’t want to but because neither of you ever brought it up, not seriously at least.

Not until now. Because Mike’s expression and words were genuine, no joke behind them.

“Yeah, what do you think?” He asks with a hint of anxiety to his voice. He was nervous, you could tell by the way he kept blinking his eyes.

It isn’t something you have to really think about. You and Mike have been together for six years, he was the only person who you could really picture yourself marrying.

A small smile creeps on your lips and Mike feels a hint of relief at the sight. You reach out to move a few curls away from Mike’s face giving you an excuse to touch him. He relaxes under your ethereal touch, practically melting under you.

“I would love to marry you, Mike.” You whisper to him. You love the way his eyes light up, the corners of his eyes crinkling up when he smiles.

It doesn’t take long before Mike pushes himself up so he can hover over you, his hands on either side of your head keeping him up before he leans down to kiss you. He pours his heart into the soft kiss, it’s not anything rough but instead something almost pure and tender. You kiss him back, inching slightly up to get more of him which causes him to chuckle softly. He pulls away from your lips then, only to pepper the rest of your face with innocent kisses.

He pauses briefly only to look at you—to really look at you. He loved you so much it almost kills him. He adored the way you looked at him with your pretty eyes, the smile on your lips, your fingers in his hair the way he loved it, how your eyelashes batted slightly. You were perfect for him.

He felt lucky being yours.

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[aajjks]

yandere!BTS: you say you don’t love them.

disclaimer: this post contains dark heavy content, it is filled with themes that can be triggering for many, so viewers discretion is heavily advised. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts members irl.

warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, crying, extreme jealousy, profanity, degradation, emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, obsessive behaviour and unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of punching someone.

note: BACK IN MY 2020 ERA HAHA. share your thoughts n feedback, after so long I’m finally writing for other members too, it felt really nice!!!! ENJOY!!!

Jimin:

You won’t even look at him.

“YN, look at me.” He has been begging you to look at him for the last couple of days. He feels like he will go insane if he doesn’t feel your gaze on him any longer.

Jimin knows you are upset. And you have every right to be, he’s always doing something to make you hate him even more. Why can’t he just learn to control his jealousy?

“YN please! I’m sorry!” He scoops in closer to you, he is so distraught, how can he fix this, this time he knows he fucked up bad.

Insulting your friends was a stupid thing to do, he’s learnt that by now, if only he wasn’t so blind with his jealousy.

“Fuck off, Jimin.” You groan at him, your face is tilted towards the other side and his hands grab your shoulders, but you are stubborn. “P-Please I’m sorry I told you I’ve realised my mistake!” How can he get you to forgive him?

“I hate you! You’re fucking immature and stupid!” Your words are like bullets to his chest, but he maintains his composure, he cannot start crying right now because he doesn’t want to prove you right.

“YN- I-I know… I’m sorry I fucked up bad, but p-please don’t say you hate me!” Jimin gasps in surprise as you finally turn towards him, your gaze settles on him.

“Y-YN!!!!! Thank God baby!” He leans in closer to hug you but you immediately stop him. “No. I’ve had enough, I need a break.”

His whole world crashes down in front of his eyes.

“W-What do you mean!?” His eyes are wide and glossy already, he cannot believe this, you are going to leave him? Just because of your shitty friends?

“Yes you heard me, I need space from you- fuck I don’t want to look at you!” You stand up and glare at him. “This is not the first time you’ve crossed a line Jimin!”

He follows you, “YN THIS IS ABSURD! I TOLD YOU THAT IM SORRY! Y-YOU CANT LEAVE ME! Not over s-such a small issue!”

“SMALL ISSUE? Oh God… why am I even trying with you! You’ll never understand!” You try to move past him but he is quick to block you, “n-no you can’t leave me! YOU LOVE ME!” His crescent eyes look back into yours with a dark hue in them.

You laugh, “I-I did love you but I don’t think that I love you anymore.”

“Y-You don’t mean that!” Jimin breaks down at your words, fat tears start rolling down his eyes, it always ends like this.

He always manages to make you feel guilty.

But this time you’ll stand to your ground. You have to leave him.

“YES I DO. And you can’t stop me anymore Jimin.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung is glaring at you.

“Quit being a brat already.” He rolls his eyes but you don’t respond, it irks him so much, he doesn’t like your silence.

Taehyung doesn’t know how to handle you, or himself if he’s being truthful. Your relationship with him is fragile, he knows, he can see it breaking into pieces that he won’t be able to pick up.

But he can’t let that happen.

“YN.” He calls out your name, “you know that I won’t let you go out so why are you even trying huh?” He grabs your face and caresses your skin gently.

It makes you sick, how can such a monster like him even try to act gentle with you.

“Don’t touch me.” You slap his hand away, he sighs softly, his eyes make you nervous, you know he’s holding back his anger.

“You know, you always manage to test my fuckin patience.” He laughs, you look at him with no emotion, he doesn’t mean anything to you, you don’t care about him, you don’t love him.

You’ve never loved him, you’ve always feared him.

“You’re so lucky that I love you YN, but you always have to act like an ungrateful bitch, don’t you?” His words are harsh just like his soul.

How can anyone ever love him.

“Taehyung I don’t love you.” You stare back at him with equal anger, “what? Don’t act like you didn’t know.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes at him, he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

The satisfaction of hurting his feelings washes over you, the man doesn’t move an inch though, his eyes are empty.

“Well you better start loving me or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Jungkook:

It’s eating him up, you’re fuming with anger.

He doesn’t know what to do, it’s too late anyways.

He already fucked up.

“FUCK YOU!” You spit at him, he can’t even look at you, his heart is thumping loud. Your voice is so loud that he cringes at the vibration. “YOU ARE FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO BE WITH!”

He doesn’t feel guilty about it though, he just feels guilty about the fact that it happened in front of you. “SPEAK NOW! You don’t shut the fuck up when you should and now you’re fucking quite!” You cross your arms to your chest and stand in front of him.

“YN I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t regret it one bit.” He looks up at you and confesses, you study him and yes it’s true.

There’s no regret in his eyes.

“Of course.” Your voice is breaking. He can never change, and it hurts to realise that. “HE FLIRTED WITH YOU RIGHT INFRONT OF ME!”

He’s screaming at you, it’s scary how he doesn’t realise his actions.

“You fucking punched him. That’s it I’m DONE.”

You are crying at this point, “I th-thought that you could change, Jungkook but you can’t. And I can’t take this anymore, your behaviour is starting to make me hate you.” You start to move back from him as he moves closer to you.

“Y-YN you love me and I love you! That’s enough for us, a-and I only protected our love!” You are too slow to get away from him and he grabs your body,

“What love? This is not love at all, I should’ve realised that way before but I chose to ignore my instincts! I don’t think I love you anymore.”

“You are impossible to love, Jungkook.”

“W-What?” Jungkook looks broken, his hands leave your body finally, he falls down to the floor of your bedroom, his tears don’t escape his eyes.

He feels numb.

Just like how you’ve been feeling this entire relationship, you both are toxic for each other, you bring out the worst in him.

He needs to let you go.

“I-I love you- YOU LOVE ME. I won’t l-let you go! I WONT! No matter what you say!”

[starb3rrys]

ARARRARAR hello :D this is my very first time requesting anything to literally anyone so please forgive me for any misunderstandings <//3.

But first!!! I just wanted to say that I've seen your works and I think your writing style is sooo cool! :3 I like your writing style a lot!!!!<3 you seem a bit underated from what I see and I think you need more recognition!!!

Anyway, my request! So I'm wondering if it's alright to request some sleeping together headcanons (like, literal sleeping, no sex or anything D:) with Tecchou, Sigma, and anyone else you wanna add if you want to! Gender neutral reader please :D.

Sorry for bothering you! Feel free to ignore this request if you do not seem to feel so inclined of writing this one<3 But if you do, please be sure to take your time and no need for rush :D! Make sure to care for yourself and don't overwork yourself! You matter a lot and I appreciate you for even the little things you do, dear<3!

-Lots of love, [anonymous]<3.

Oh my god- thank you!! I really appreciate all the love and support, I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and please enjoy these special head-cannons just for you! <3 (Anonymous plz marry me- were long lost soulmates/j) (≧◡≦)

(Slight sex joke on Nikolai’s- im sorry.) ♡

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

When Night Falls

Ft. Sigma, Tecchou, Nikolai, Ranpo

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

Sigma

I am not biased i swear- BUT LIKE SIGMA IS THE BEST ONE TO SLEEP WITH.

To be completely honest, the first time you two shared a bed he was a bit nervous to do so.

When you first cuddled close to Sigma he felt surprised but his instincts quickly kicked in and he wrapped his arms around you as well.

He felt at ease when you two first embraced each other, he felt safe… he felt at home.

As he is the manager of the sky casino, he tends to stay up really late…up until the early hours of the morning; usually around 3am, you sense someone slowly crawl into bed next to you, carefully slipping under the covers, you feel soft slender hands wrap around your body with a soft tired sigh as he attempts to not wake you up.

On most nights, you’d find yourself entangled in sigmas arms, your leg comfortably laid over his as sigma’s soft unconscious head rests on your chest.

Your body warmth combined with his makes for the perfect cozy blanket to protect yourself from the often cold temperatures of the grand sky casino.

Unfortunately, as much as his hair is long and luscious, it does tend to tickle your face or you accidentally lay on it.

(You once woke up with some of his hair in your mouth-).

So to avoid this issue, he tends to sleep with a bun or just a small braid, for your sake.

“How does my bun look?”

“It looks good! But Sigma, are you sure it doesn’t hurt keeping your hair tied up when you sleep?”

“No not really, plus it’s either this or you accidentally eat my hair while we sleep”

“…Touché-“

Tecchou

Let me start off by saying- Tecchou is so quiet and still when he sleeps, i kid you not he does not move an inch like- sir are you alive?.

(If you ask him why he’s always so still and quiet, he’ll respond with “Being able to stay still and quiet even during slumber is good for training to stay quiet when enemies attack, keeping inner peace is a maj-“ *Proceeds to rant*).

Tecchou isn’t overly clingy, he wants to respect your boundaries and tends to give you your own space.

But of course, he would never deny you cuddles if you do so kindly ask.

He doesn’t have a preference per say when it comes to cuddling or holding each other; he can be the one cuddling or the one being cuddled, really doesn’t mind either.

Tecchou will softly wrap his toned arms around your body, his hands are rough from all of his sword training and battles but he makes sure to move his hands with a gentle pace as he soothes your back.

If he is big spooning you, he has a habit of nuzzling his face into your shoulder, you can feel his warm and soft breath against your skin.

He also likes to be held by you, he finds peace and warmth in your arms after a long stressful day at work.

Surprisingly he doesn’t snore at all, his breaths are always soft and quiet.

Every night before bed, Tecchou drinks this sort of strong tea that he mixes with some spices, every night is a new mix.

(May god forbid he offers you some-)

“Tecchou…uhm, why are you drinking green tea mixed with coffee…”

“It helps build a stronger immune system.”

“Oh…interesting..-“

“Would you like to try some?”

“No thank you.”

Nikolai

Sleeping with Nikolai is Definitely an-…Experience-

I kid you not don’t even be surprised if you wake up on the floor with NIkolai spread out like a starfish on the bed, snoring like a jolly green giant as a snot bubble grows and shrinks as he drools.

Definitely starts random pillow fights in the middle of the night.

All jokes aside, Nikolai is definitely big on cuddles, he mostly big spoons but enjoys being the little spoon as well.

A cuddling position he really enjoys is when you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket as he sleeps comfortably.

Nikolai just likes being able to hold you or be held by you, he doesn’t mind as long as you two are close.

When he’s unable to sleep, he tends to play with your hair and sometimes makes little braids and such.

He radiates heat like a dang heater…like- your body gets so warm to the point it sometimes gets uncomfortable.

It doesn’t help that he sleeps with many covers and blankets.

If you try to move away, Nikolai will whine and pout like a 5 year old.

“Nikolai, IT IS TOO DARN HOT FOR YOU TO BE CUDDLING ME LIKE THIS- PLUS THESE DUMBASS BLANKETS YOU GOT FROM COSTCO”

“THEY WERE BUY 2 GET 1 FREE! NOW QUIT MOVING AND LET ME CUDDLE YOU! I WONT LET SOME HEAT STOP US! THIS IS FOR FREEDOM! FREEDOM!”

“Im gonna get a heat stroke.”

“How about you stroke this d-“ *Gets hit with a pillow*

Ranpo

Sleeping with Ranpo can really go two ways, “Messy/ takes up the whole bed” or “Peaceful cuddle session”.

For example; on some nights, it starts off with you two peacefully holding eachother.

Yet by the next morning, your head would be half off the bed as Ranpo’s head rests on his own pillow, his leg would be over your stomach as loud snores fill the room.

All the pillows, except for Ranpo’s, are on the floor while the covers half cover your sleeping body and favor Ranpo’s.

(He will literally fight you for the blankets- definitely bit you once).

But on some nights (usually nights where Ranpo solved a case), it can be more peaceful and loving.

Ranpo curls up in a small ball as you two lay in bed, he clings on to your side like a small Koala.

You play with his hair as he starts to drift off to sleep, you softly praise him for his hard work that day and how good of a job he did.

He falls asleep with a small smile decorating his face.

If you bring up his clinginess the next morning he will act so offended and say it’s absurd and just deny deny deny.

“You looked so adorable clinging on to me as you fell asleep last night, Ranpo…”

“HUH?!- I WOULD NEVER THATS-“

“Don’t deny it Ranpo…we both know it happened”

“PFFT- Of course not, why would I, the world’s greatest detective cling on to someone as lowly as you”

“…You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.“

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

Love these pooksters with all my heart

But I definitely have clear favorites- *Cough* Sigma *Cough*

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed these head-cannons, and as always feel free to request anything you’d like to see!

And as always, Love y’all! <3

[riveroftales]

😗Ummm…. Do you think you could do a little Drabble or some HCs about Genya with a mom figure? Like, maybe Himejima gets married and his wife meets Genya and is determined to give him a stable family and a good female role model. Like sure he totally ignores or is embarrassed by her at first but then she makes him food or cuts up watermelon for him 🥺 Maybe he eventually opens up to the “mom” and she tries to help him untangle all his teenage anger. MY POOR BOY NEEDS A FAMILY AND HIMEJIMA CANT DO IT ALONE. (Also pls feel free to ignore if you don’t like the prompt. Tysm I love your writing and the blind Genya AU kills me in the best way possible)

➳ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: AHHH IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE MY EXAMS LITERALLY START THIS THURSDAY AND IVE BEEN CRYING BECAUSE OF IT🥹

Himejima was like a father to Genya. His father was an asshole, so having a good role model made Genya adore him so much more.

He loved his mother. His mother was gentle, smiled a lot and despite being weak, she was able to protect.

He didn’t have anyone in his life to replace his mother and he wanted to keep it that way. That is, until Himejima got married.

Genya was beyond happy that Himejima got the chance to fall in love with someone who loved him and who he loved back, but he didn’t know how to approach the new addition to their tiny family of two.

The poor boy’s cheeks would always flare up intensely whenever he saw you. At first, you thought he genuinely liked you which led you to reject him politely during the hashira training one day in front of everyone else.

It was after Genya passed out from embarrassment when Tanjiro told you Genya just got nervous around every girl whether he liked them or not.

Genya was basically your son, so you had a mission to get him to think of you as a mother.

Even though he ignored you at most times, you managed to talk to him even if he didn’t respond. You opened up about everything and told tales of your past.

You ruffled his hair often with a soft smile before you always went up to your husband to kiss his large hand since he was far too tall for you to kiss his cheek.

Genya stayed up late often to train, so you also started staying up to make him little snacks occasionally.

You would call his name and give him a small plate of a few pieces of onigiri and smile when you see his eyes light up as he ate. Your favourite part was occasionally surprising him with another small plate of watermelon cut into adorable shapes.

You really babied him a lot. He was a huge kid, but you couldn’t help it. Genya was like a shy tiger.

The kid occasionally started warming up to you and he started initiating conversations. He could see the way your eyes lit up every time he made effort into your relationship.

You often say together with the three of them, showing them how to make some of your dishes. Himejima would help with the cutting and washing, while you guided Genya with the cooking.

You cried for the first time in years in your husband’s arms after Genya had left for a mission and he had said, “Bye, mom! I’ll be back soon! Please make a lot of food for me when I get back!”

You obeyed your baby’s request. How could you not? You loved seeing the hidden joy in his face whenever you fed him some food directly. Himejima smiled to himself when he heard the laughter his newfound family let out. He was beyond thankful to the gods above that he was alive to experience something so precious.

Genya soon realised that you weren’t his mother. You were never his mother, and you would never be his mother, but he would love you the same. He loved his mother, but he also loved you. His mother taught him how to love because it was all she could teach before she passed, while you helped teach him the rest.

You were there to hold him when he cried in your shoulders on the day his older brother nearly blinded him. You didn’t judge him for eating demons. You didn’t look down at him when he confessed he couldn’t use breathing forms.

You were there for everything. You were there during both Genya’s and Himejima’s sparring sessions, you were there to cook for your family, you were there to listen, you were there to love them. You were even there when Himejima had to leave abruptly to the demon amuse headquarters after an emergency meeting was announced. You were there when you saw Genya fall in the trapdoors on the floor which appeared so suddenly because you didn’t have a good feeling of leaving him alone, making you run up to his training ground to retrieve your son.

You ran as fast as you could when your husband’s kasugai crow led you to where the big battle was happening, only reaching during daybreak.

You felt your heart drop and tears sting your eyes when you saw corpses everywhere, but the sight of your unmoving husband was the only thing you were focused on.

The kakushi had to hold you back even when you screamed at the top of your lungs, yelling at Himejima to open his eyes.

You choked on your tears when you asked about Genya, your son. You knew he was also gone from the silence you received.

You couldn’t even cry anymore. Your eyes just closed before you passed out.

You woke up with a message from Sanemi that Genya had turned into ashes. Your little boy didn’t have a body to bury, meaning he’ll never have a proper funeral.

You folded Genya’s clothes really neatly and placed it in your dead husband’s arms as he laid so beautifully in the casket. You placed your son’s gun on top of his uniform, unable to watch the burial since tears were blurring your vision.

You woke up the next day, wishing you could feel the weight of Genya’s leg over your stomach as he slept in the most atrocious position ever while Himejima’s arms refused to let you go even in sleep one last time.

[smuttyhoneyposts]

Hiii! I was just wondering if you can do a Gonta x reader smut, or no smut is fine! Lovely to see ya again, thank you! <3

Will do! Keep in mind this is pure smut no story 😭👍❤️

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Rough, but gentle…

Gonta X Fem! Reader Smut

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

“Is this…is this g-good y/n? G-gonta-hah~ not hurting you?” Your giant boyfriend was currently leaning above you, currently trying so hard not to thrust into you. Which was proving to be very difficult to his now understanding.

Meanwhile you were below him, your breasts out on display in front of him and your torso was arched slightly due to the pressure in your regions. You let out a muffled moan and you grip the sheets lightly at the feeling of his cock filling you up. Goodness, if you knew his dick was this big you should have thought this through better.

But fuuuck, you’d be lying if you said this didn’t feel so good.

Gonta looks down at you his nervous but flushed expression, admired how you looked. Flushed face, arched back, hair sprawled out on the pillow as you pant quietly. A line of heat rushed from his face straight to his cock, which twitched unexpectedly. You gasp lightly and he eeps and goes stiff.

“Gonta s-sorry! are you-“

“Im..okay..just..move..but slowl-yyeeahh!?”

You suddenly moan out as Gonta moves his hips back, taking his cock almost out of you. Your eyes rolled slightly , you whine out his name so loudly Gonta let out a strangled grunt. He looked to you again “Gonta..s-sorry..but..hah-Gonta no can hold I-it, y/n..”. You whimpered as he sinks back into you, ‘How the hell does he know what he’s doing?’ You think as to tilt your head to the side in bliss as he moves again, but almost stops. He’s worried, you could tell. You look up at him, he’s panting lightly and gritting his teeth semi-tightly.

Your hands rub his forearm and he peeks at you, his now nervous expression present. You let out a breath and let out one final sentence to him.

“Let go baby..please..”

After you say this his hips move back and his eyes shut while he whines and pushes forward. Again, again, again, his thrusts become deeper. You grip the bed again with his movements, you let out praises, but very shaky ones. Ones that he still enjoyed even in his own blissed out state.

“K-keep going Gonta~!”

“There, please there~”

“Fuuck, Gonta~!”

You arch your back into his chest and he lets out a moan, calling for you, his hands roaming your body in an attempt to feel you more. Fuck, this was just heavenly to him, the way you squeezed his cock with your walls was so new. And so very lewd…he had no complaints. His hips move more quickly, his panting gets louder and louder, his grip on your hips tightens and you whine at the pressure. You take another glance at him, your eyes almost going lower to the rapidly disappearing cock going in you. His expression is almost makes you cum, the site of his glasses and his hair draping due to the sweat on his body. It’s almost like you were caged, his grip keeping you down, his hair preventing you from seeing anything around you, only his face and chest.

God, this was all so much. You buck into his thrusts in an attempt to get him deeper than he already was. He let out a whine and stared at your contorting expression with the growing feeling in him. He didn’t know what it was but it just felt so..good, it made him feel messy but he didn’t want to stop, everything you were doing seemed to fuel this.

“Fuuck!~ harder Gonta please~ oh my-I want you to go d-deeper!”

“Y/n, gonta no want to-hah~”

The last bit of decency was starting to leave him. He subconsciously felt himself following your order. Though he looked unsure his hand held your leg up and spread you opened more for his cock, making you mewl out in pleasure. Your hands go to grip his muscles, feeling them flex with his movements as you lean over slightly to watch his cock once more. The sight was almost hypnotizing, such a big thing in you, making you feel this sensation over and over again. You could feel yourself slipping away from reality as you now notice the small but very noticeably growing feeling of your climax. Gonta let out loud pants and grunts from his own movements.

“F-uck! Gonta, baby you’re gonna make me-~!”

You got cut off as Gonta thrust in you in an angle that had you shaking, frantically reaching your end.

“Gonta feels it!~ Gonta no want to..stop~!” He moans out as his eyes, full of lust, stares at you.

You grip the sheet and arch your back again and moan out his name loudly. The angle of his cock hits you again and again with violent vigour. You see stares you moan his name and grasp onto his arms. You lean in and kiss him, he kiss back letting hot gasp in between, his hips still going. Still recovering from the post orgasm state you were in you break the kiss and see his desperation, fuck he was close. You whine and go to whisper in your lovers ear, his cock slamming in you so deep it’s almost hard to say your last words to him before he loses it.

“Cum for me Gonta baby, please~ cum for me baby.” You mewl. He groans loudly and puts his hand to lift you slightly to a heavenly angle. His face desperate and needing, it looked so cute.

Both of you let out a call of your names, both holding each other in embrace as he cums in you.

[silverskyeline]

'you're my favourite' 18+

oneshot - aerith and tifa can't seem to hide their feelings much longer. when they find themselves alone at the bar, it's all too much (2.2k words) pairing - aerith gainsborough & tifa lockhart (final fantasy 7 remake / rebirth) a/n - this is an older piece from around 2022 but i thought it would be good to finally post it to tumblr! tags - table sex, fingering, squirting (oops), wet & messy, friends to lovers, minimal plot, cute / sweet, sort of dom!aerith and sub!tifa? this is utter filth im so sorry

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it was a sunday night, the night aerith usually helped at seventh heaven. she enjoyed the hustle and bustle and excited chatter from the guests. most of all, though, she enjoyed watching tifa gently tend to customers. there was care in her voice with each one and a warm smile to accompany her kind words.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the last customers made their way through the door and silence filled the room. tifa let a long, held-in sigh finally escape. the exhale eased her muscles and she placed her hands on the table in front of her, bowing her head slightly.

“weekend officially complete..” she said, defeated.

aerith grins as she waltzes over toward her slightly taller friend. bending over, she brushes tifa’s hair from her face to reveal her eyes. “we did it!” a pause and a chuckle, “well.. you did it.”

tifa matches her grin, cheeks flushing at the gentle contact. she stands straight and places her hands on her hips, “hey, don’t put yourself down like that! i couldn’t have gotten through this without my favourite helper!”

“faaaavourite?” aerith gasps softly with a coy smile, lifting herself onto the table to sit, legs hanging. she noted the flush on tifa’s cheeks, god she was so cute, wasn’t she? none of the men here deserved her, but who was aerith to say that?

a giggle slipped from tifa’s lips and she did her best to stifle it with her hand, “don’t act like it isn’t obvious!” she leans over to grab a bottle from behind the other, brushing aerith’s arm with her breasts. shit. her cheeks flush brighter, time for a joke. “i better be your favourite too!”

the flower girl was blushing too, kicking her legs slightly as a nervous tic. “my most favourite.” she admits, looking up at her with admiration before taking the bottle from tifa’s hand. “sunday is my favourite day of the week, you know, because... well, i get to spend time with you.” she can’t help but smile.

her eyes widened, and tifa’s face was bright red by this point. her heart thoroughly warmed, and now racing, she reached to take the bottle back to take it back to the bar. “..me too.” it was almost as though there was electricity sparking between them, she felt herself being pulled closer but did her best to remain composed.

grabbing her wrist, aerith takes it in her other hand and pushes it down to her lap, resting tifa’s hand on her thigh. a moment passed, and aerith set the bottle down on the table, her eyes resting upon tifa’s once more. they both stared, inching closer, hearts racing, hands shaking.

“kiss me.” aerith finally whispered, inches from tifa’s lips, “please.”

tifa did as she was told, leaning in to softly plant her lips against the others. they both instantaneously melted, letting out soft exhales into their mouths. aerith tucked tifa’s hair behind her ear, placing a hand on her cheek and rubbing softly with her thumb. the kiss grew in intensity, they had waited long enough - the longing stares, the occasional accidental touch, they wanted this, they needed this.

aerith’s other hand found its way to tifa’s chest, grabbing a breast that earned a soft yelp. the two giggled through their kiss and aerith grabbed one of tifa’s bracers, pulling her down onto her. pressed together, tifa felt a moan escape her as aerith continued to massage, it felt.. good, to be touched like this, especially by aerith. she wanted to ask for more, but she wasn’t sure how.

the moans and the pressure of tifa on top of her had aerith on edge, the way she slotted between her legs so perfectly, she could feel the wetness building. the urge to be touched was growing stronger, but most of all, she wanted to touch her, to feel how wet she was, and to have her writhing beneath her touch. her hand made its way from her cheek downwards until it found her skirt, inching underneath it to her shorts.

“p..please..” tifa breaks the kiss to whisper before burying her face back into the kiss to avoid any embarrassment. this had aerith grinning, so adorable...

and so, her hand went beneath over her underwear as she palmed at her wetness. aerith pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft breath, looking at tifa through hooded lids. “is.. is this okay?” she continuously works her hand. she’d… never done anything like this before, but it suddenly made sense.

tifa nods enthusiastically and bites her lip to contain her nerves, reaching down to place her hand over aerith's as she leans in to gently kiss her neck. her hips begin to rock against the friction, feeling soft moans creep up along her throat.

aerith melts, leaning back against the cool wood of the table as she gasps at the wet kisses on her skin and at how slick her fingers were becoming even through the fabric. feeling tifa rock against her touch, shit... it was so hot.

using her other hand, tifa shakily undoes aerith’s dress, going button by button. her dress falls open on either side. the cool air nips at her exposed body and causes her back to arch. more...

she’d had enough playing around, she needed to feel her, to have her warmth in her hands. aerith slipped a trembling hand beneath tifa’s underwear. it was there that she found the true goldmine. her hands were immediately drenched in tifa’s juices, fingers sliding over her exposed clit causing her to bite down on aerith’s neck. in a chain reaction, aerith winced and let out a low moan.

“touch me, i want you to touch me.” aerith says breathlessly through moans, “i want.. i want you to feel how wet i am for you.”

tifa continuously lets out soft moans against aerith’s neck, unbelievably turned on by how she worked her fingers. her legs grew weak. it was her turn.

she pulled back to quickly remove her shirt, breathing through the moans that threatened to escape as she did so. aerith looked up at her and watched how her face twitched with each swirl of a finger, and how the moans threatened to escape even more when her finger dipped further down. and then, tifa removed her bra. aerith’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes were drawn to her breasts. she’d always admired them, always wanted to touch them, to feel them in her mouth and around her lips. now, she could feel herself drooling, saliva welling up around her tongue.

a bashful side overtook tifa and she gently led aerith’s hand out of her underwear, missing the touch as soon as it was gone. she gave her a gentle smile as she removed her bracers, removing her skirt, shorts, and underwear. tifa stepped out of her garments and stood, playing with her hands, face extremely flushed.

aerith simply admired her, leaning back against the table to take in the full view, it creaked beneath her. “tifa..” she spoke softly, “you’re beautiful.” sitting up to reach out and take her hands to see her full body, the smaller one smiled up at her. it was only fair she shared too. her jacket is tossed to the side leaving her dress to completely slip from her shoulders along with wriggling off her underwear. shyly, she removes her bra. 

tifa watches in awe, admiring the other slender frame. she seemed so delicate, yet she held such a massive and powerful personality, like a little ball of fire. “you’re.. you’re stunning, i..” tifa takes her in her arms, wrapping her in a close embrace and attempting not to let nerves get the best of her as their breasts touch. the skin-on-skin contact, the way tifa slotted in against aerith’s thighs. hot breath was exchanged between them as aerith wrapped her legs and arms around her.

moving her mouth towards her ear, aerith whispers in a hushed tone, “..fuck me. here. now. on this table. i want you to fuck me..”

a shaky breath makes its way out of tifa’s mouth and she nods in response. pulling back, she looks into her eyes for a moment before kissing her deeply. they began to rock in sync, both craving contact, as though they could not get close enough.

she hadn’t forgotten her request, tifa places a hand firmly against the table as she pushes aerith down against it. her other hand explores her body, rolling against her nipples and down along her tummy. her skin was so soft, and she loved the way aerith reacted beneath her. finally, her fingers reached her mound and tifa carefully slipped her fingers between her slit. she tried not to gasp through the kiss as she felt how slick she was, her fingers glided across her folds as aerith mewled and whined as though she had been waiting for this forever.

“you’re so wet for me..” tifa mumbles.

aerith mewls some more in response, hand desperately searching for tifa’s pussy - she craved it, she was hungry for it. when she found it, her body relaxed, enjoying the wetness between her fingers as she worked her clit, over… and over… slowly building. tifa cries out, breaking the kiss, legs shaking. the table creaked beneath the weight of the two, the bottles clanking with each buck of the hips.

their breath picked up as tifa’s fingers edged closer to aerith’s silky hole, a finger slipping in with ease.

“mh- ah!” aerith yells, relishing finally having the one she loved inside of her. she rolls her hips further in an attempt to get her deeper. her pace quickened on tifa’s clit, lost in the bliss.

“you like that..?” tifa whispers, inserting another finger, “does.. that feel good, hm?” her soft nurturing voice was like an alluring song, coaxing aerith further.

a moan was all she could respond with as tifa’s fingers slipped in and out of her hole in a rhythmic motion. aerith returned the favor, tracing her fingers along tifa’s lips down toward her needy hole. shaky moans were exchanged between the two as aerith’s three fingers glided inside. she used her thumb to flick her clit, causing tifa to squirm, she followed suit with her thumb.

the two were a quivering mess, moans growing in intensity as their wet juices flowed along each other's hands. they had wanted this for so long, to feel one another, to see wetness drip from their thighs in hunger.

tifa presses her forehead to aerith’s, picking up the pace to keep up with the intensity of aerith’s high-pitched moans. she was fucking her with force, her fingers working inside, curling. the bottles flew from the table, the wood rocking against the floor threatening to tip. with the combined swirling of her swollen, begging clit, aerith felt herself growing closer. her stomach sucks in, a deep pleasure growing from inside.

the way she was begging without words, the way their juices coated the table below them, the way aerith’s fingers were desperately swirling and inserting and gliding, tifa felt herself close too.

“c..cum with me..” aerith whines, spreading her legs further and throwing her head back before she lets out a yell, “mhhhh! please! more!”

she had to stop herself from cumming on the spot, tifa hunches over aerith completely, a hand swirling across her left nipple. “i’ll cum with you.. i… nghh.. i’m not going to last longer.”

“i’m gonna.. i’m gonna s.. s- ahhh ahh mhh nghhhhh!!” aerith finds herself completely lost, her mind glazing over as the climax grows nearer. her fingers fuck tifa furiously, flicking her clit over and over whilst relishing in the feeling of tifa’s long, stiff fingers inside of her. she felt herself clamping down, shaking, a rushing sensation - she was going to squirt, shit.

tifa places her head down on aerith’s chest, whining and crying - was the table going to collapse? fuck, she didn’t care. she just wanted to cum with aerith, to feel her writhe and beg, to make her feel good.

and it was building.. slowly in her core, rising through her stomach to her chest. tifa felt her orgasm course throughout her entire body, squeezing down on aerith’s delicate fingers. her legs almost gave way as it made its way through her, her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs and landing at her feet.

aerith couldn’t hold back any longer, a large, explosive moan escaped her as she tipped over the edge - squirting and cumming and writhing with tifa’s fingers pumping in and out of her. they both cried out, and tifa hit that spot, causing aerith to squirt, even more, coating tifa’s stomach with her juices. waves upon waves of pleasure came crashing down, the room filled with moans and wet 'shlicking' before a second orgasm overcame the two. this one was more intense, the table threatened to give way as the creaking heightened. harder, faster, more, more, they both begged as they dripped.

slowly, the waves calmed, and the two were a sweating heap on the wet, slick table.

panting, tifa rests her head once more on aerith’s chest, slipping her fingers from her lover and placing her hand on her stomach. aerith too removed hers, bringing her fingers to her lips to lazily lick them.

“...see? you’re my favourite.” tifa huffs, breathless.

“hell yeah i am.” aerith grins, placing a gentle kiss on tifa’s crown.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

[slutz4marsh]

STAN MARSH X VIRGIN!FTM!READER SMUT

ok this one has a little backstory i guess? lore? anyway ive decided i get to consider myself a virgin still because i barely remember any of the times i've technically been touched & what i do remember is extremely traumatic. so i think as a treat for still being alive stan should take my virginity

this fic is probably going to be tooth rottingly sweet so im sorry in advance LMFAO

cw/tw: first time, stan calls reader "dude", stan is somewhat experienced reader is not, whiny soft pathetic stan

They say it starts with a kiss. You didn’t know about all that, you didn’t listen to The Killers all that much.

You and Stan had been on his bed making out on and off for about an hour. Stan’s hands wandered, drifting under your shirt and caressing the skin there gently. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered breathily.

You whined softly, overly sensitive to every touch. “Stan,” you breathed, hands gripping his jacket as though it was a lifeline.

Stan chuckled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He loved how you reacted to him; so responsive and reactive. “You’re so cute when you’re all clingy,” he teased, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

You shivered at his words. Your eyes flutter shut for a second. You swallowed thickly as Stan’s hands continued to wander, finding purchase on your body wherever possible.

“We should stop,” Stan said, his voice barely louder than a whisper as one hand dipped lower, tracing the band of your pants. His breath hitched as you whimpered.

“Last chance,” his eyes flicked up to your face, hoping for a sign.

Your own breath caught in your throat. “Have,” you panted softly. “Have you ever done this before?”

Stan smiled softly at you, his fingers tracing the edge of your pants. “God, dude, you’re adorable..” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. Couple times,” his hand paused. “You have too, haven’t you?”

His thumb hooked into your pants. You bit your lip.

You slowly, almost shyly, shook your head. “N… No,” you stammered quiet admittance. “Never.”

Stan’s eyes widened. He blinked, staring at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. “You’re joking,” He spoke incredulously. His hand tightens on your waist. “But you’re so… You’re so…” He trailed off, grinning.

You shook your head, adjusting somewhat nervously. “I’ve… Never. Not.. Not all the way.”

Stan’s grin faded, quickly replaced with a dumbfounded look. His hand drifted up, tracing over your chest. “But you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, frowning slightly. His hand paused over your heart. “Are you sure you want this?”

You paused. Did you? You decided yes in a matter of seconds. You nodded, slowly. “I… I want it to be you.”

Stan smiled warmly. “Okay,” he breathed. His hand drifted back down, tugging your pants down. His eyes flicked up to your face, seeking reassurance. His own heart raced in his chest. “You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You nodded, squirming slightly as Stan tugged your pants down your legs and tossed them off to the side somewhere.

Stan took a moment to admire the view before him. His eyes dragged over every inch of your skin. His hand reached out, gently brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled. “I don’t wanna hurt you..”

“Just- go slow. Please.” You requested, flustered as you looked away from him.

Stan grinned softly, nodding. “Okay, you got it..” he murmured. His fingers drifted closer to your center, brushing against the soft, coarse curls there. “Hey- look at me,” he said softly, a gentle command.

You looked up, already dripping wet just from the kissing and Stan’s soft teasing. You look at Stan, eyes darting back and forth across his face.

Stan’s heart melted at the nervous and yet oh so trusting look in your eyes. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers drifted down to your clit, stroking the small length slowly. “You’re gonna feel so good. Promise.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden stimulation. You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back against the pillows.

Stan smiled warmly, his hands working slowly. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions. “You like that?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around the base of your slick, throbbing flesh.

You nodded, clenching the sheets in your fist with one hand. “Yeah,” you breathed, nervous. Shy. Stan’s ministrations only made you even wetter than before, folds shining with your arousal. Stan’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck as he slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. His other hand slowly inched lower, parting your folds to gently rub at your entrance.

You whined softly, instinctively attempting to close your legs at the soft prodding at your delicate, untouched pussy.

Stan gently pushed your legs back open, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your inner thighs. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered against your neck. His thumb continued to rub at your clit, his other finger slowly pressing against your entrance and applying gentle pressure. “You’re so tight..”

You took a few deep breaths. Your breaths became sharper as you felt Stan slowly work his index finger inside of you. “Mm-” you breathed, eyes squeezing shut as you whined softly.

Stan’s own breath hitched as he felt you slowly relax and take more of his finger. He moaned softly against your neck, his hand moving slowly. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praised softly. “You’re taking it like such a good boy.”

You panted softly. You felt almost euphoric. You’d never felt anything like this. Your breath caught again as Stan started to slowly work a second finger into you.

Stan’s heart swelled with a mix of love and pride for you as he stretched you open with his fingers. He curled them slightly, brushing against your sweet spot as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

You made a sound of pleasure that sounded something like “Mmhph,” and writhed as Stan’s fingers brush against that spot inside your weeping cunt.

Stan’s eyes widened at the sound you made. He knew he’d found the right spot. He started to rub against it consistently, his fingers pumping in and out of your tight pussy at a steady pace.

“Oh god, dude,” he breathed. “You’re gonna make me cum just watching you.”

You squirmed. Stan’s fingers continued to stretch you out in preparation for what was next. “Mmh,” you whined softly, back arching slightly. You’re more responsive than anyone Stan had ever been with.

Stan’s mouth drifted lower, his lips closing over one of your nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking out to circle around the hardened nub. His fingers continued to work in and out of you, scissoring to stretch you further. Stan’s own body ached with need.

You panted softly. “Oh, fuck,” you cursed, head falling back as you began to tense up once again.

Stan’s eyes met yours, his hand slowing its pace. 

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered softly, his thumb gently rubbing at your swollen, throbbing flesh. “Not ‘til I’m inside you.”

He slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking your slickness off of them.

You whimpered softly, eyes dilating at the erotic sight. You swallowed hard and adjusted yourself again, spreading your legs apart further.

Stan settled between your spread thighs, his hard length pressing against your slick entrance. He took himself in one hand, rubbing the tip up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

“Last chance to back out,” he murmured, the tip of his cock pressing against your hole.

You squirmed slightly, but you shook your head. “I-” you began, voice breathy. Whiny. “I want it to be you, Stan.” You repeated your earlier sentiment. You reached out to grab Stan’s free hand.

Stan’s face softened at your words. He intertwined your fingers, bringing your joined hands to rest on the pillow beside your head.

He leaned down to kiss you slowly, deeply, as he finally began to push inside. “I love you,” he groaned.

You let out another pleasured-slash-pained noise as Stan pushed inside. You panted softly, body tense as you adjusted to the new feeling. Or at least attempted to.

Stan paused, letting you get used to the feel of him. He nuzzled into the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispered, his hand tightening around yours. “Just breathe.”

You did so as best you could, working through the strange feeling of the intrusion. You nodded almost weakly as you looked up at Stan.

Stan slowly started to push in further, his length stretching you open. He kept his pace slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt you. As he pushed in further, he rested his forehead against yours, your noses touching.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, voice trembling with need.

You nodded. Your pussy was tight around Stan. Warm and wet and tight, periodically spasming around him.

Stan hissed softly at the feeling of you clenching on him. “You feel so good,” he moaned, slowly continuing to push inside. He paused again when he was fully sheathed inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. “You take me so well, baby..”

You breathed, whimpering softly. You’d never felt this full. Your fingers were nothing compared to this. You wrapped your arms around Stan’s neck, tight as you pulled him closer. 

Stan wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he started to slowly move his hips. He set a steady, gentle rhythm, his length dragging along your inner walls with each thrust. 

“You’re doing so well, love,” he praised softly, voice thick with emotion and desire.

You moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut again. Your breath came in sharp little gasps and pants as you grew wetter and wetter around Stan.

Stan buried his face in the crook of your neck, his pace quickening as your heat grew wetter and wetter. His own breath came in short pants, his voice reduced to needy whimpers and praises for you. “Feels so good, baby..”

You whined softly and buried your face in Stan’s shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there slightly as you parted your lips.

“Mm- y’feel r-really good, Stan,” you panted softly.

Stan shuddered at the sensation of your teeth grazing his skin, his hips moving faster as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside you. He chants your name like a prayer three times, his voice broken and desperate. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

You gripped his back, nails digging into the skin and scratching. You’d never felt this good in your whole goddamn life. 

“Stan,” you breathed, teeth grazing Stan’s shoulder again as you refused to remove your head from right there.

Stan gasped at the sensation of your nails digging into his back. He buried his face further into the crook of your neck, his hips snapping forward as he continued to thrust into you. 

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” he panted softly. He knew he wouldn’t last like this, but he also couldn’t stop.

You whimpered softly. “Me too,” you whispered. Your cunt twitched right after, almost as a warning. A confirmation, maybe.

Stan’s thrusts became erratic as his own climax approached. He buried his face deeper into your neck, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold on.

“Dude, please,” he whined, his voice cracking. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

You squirmed slightly. You were moaning and panting, whining and gasping. You could feel Stan’s dick twitching inside of you, also as if as a warning.

“Please,” you whispered.

With a final, deep thrust, Stan buried himself all the way inside you. He cried out, his body shuddering as his orgasm overtook him. He moaned your name, cock pulsing as he came deep inside your tight heat.

And that triggered your own orgasm. You moaned loudly, whole body shaking and convulsing. You bit down on Stan’s shoulder, still whining – only muffled against the skin now.

Stan held you close as he felt your pussy clench and ripple around his sensitive cock, milking him for every last drop.

He moaned softly at the feeling of you biting his shoulder, his own hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

The bite almost seemed to elongate Stan’s orgasm as his cock twitched and pumped a few more spurts into your now well-loved pussy.

You whined softly as you felt Stan fill you up to the brim. You panted softly, eyes fluttering shut.

Stan gently stroked your hair as you both came down from your highs. His softening cock was still nestled inside the warm, slick heat of your pussy.

“That was amazing, baby,” Stan mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. “You did so well.”

You panted softly, gripping Stan’s shoulders tightly. You opened your eyes to look at Stan. Your heart swelled. You smiled softly.

“I’m glad it was you,” you managed to whisper.

Stan’s eyes softened as he gazed right back at you, his own heart fluttering in his chest. “Me too, baby,” He whispered. “Me too. I love you, man.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his arms tightening around you protectively.

[fliesforeyes]

Reid smut blurb? Pegging/Anal for the first time. Slightly hard with GN!reader but I’m positive there’s a way for the wording to work! :)

ooo okay 🤭 also, i went with a GN afab reader, solely because im afab so i don't think id be able to write an amab reader very well!! this is longer than i expected..

spencer was nervous. he'd done everything you'd asked him to do, he'd cleaned himself efficiently, bought lube, waited on the bed for you to get home. stayed pliant as you kissed him when you arrived. he was never especially dominant, but right now he allowed himself to let the usual control he had drop.

spencer let himself get swallowed in the feeling of you fingering him, gently stretching him out in order to take the strap you had bought last week. he whined and moaned against your hair, your gentle kisses down his throat soothing his anxiousness. he opened his eyes as you pulled back, his hands settling on your bare waist.

"you ready, spence?" he nodded, biting his bottom lip. "words, baby," you whispered.

"yes, please," he replied, blushing. you smiled and pushed his hair out of his face. spencer watched as you stepped off the bed, putting on the strap, adjusting it to sit snug against your pelvis.

he sat pretty for you once you told him how to. his knees pressed into the mattress, face gently planted on a pillow, arms above his head, hands gripping the pillowcase. he spread his legs enough for you to settle between them, leaning over him to grab the bottle of lube he'd purchased. you squirted some in your hand, rubbing it along the shaft of your silicone cock.

"this'll be cold," you mumbled loud enough for spencer to hear before gently applying the lube to his hole, watching as he sucked in a harsh breath, your fingers occasionally slipping in. spencers head turned further to the side, he watched you in his peripheral as you lined your cock up with him.

his mouth opened as you slowly pushed in, relishing in the feeling of your hands settled on his hips, brows furrowing at the stretch.

"you okay?" you asked, eyes flitting between his flushed face and your cock.

"mhm, yeah," he gasped once he felt you fully inside him, pelvis pressed to his ass. "need a minute," he whispered, face burying slightly in his pillow.

"mhm, that's okay," you whispered, leaning over spencer to press a kiss along his spine, fingers gently caressing the soft skin of his ass.

he took a minute full of deep breaths, once he reached back for your hips and you felt him gently pushing himself against you, you knew he was ready for more. of course you started slow, gently pulling out about half way before pushing back in until you couldn't anymore, listening to the huffs and silent gasps the left spencers lips.

"you sound so beautiful baby, look so pretty taking me like this," you whispered, one hand gripping the fold of his hip as the other pressed against his lower back. you kept him in place while speeding up a bit, chuckling softly as spencer let out a loud whimper, burying his face in the pillow with a whine at your new tempo.

"feels so- fuck so good," he gasped, hands gripping the sheets. you knew he was close, with the way he met your thrusts halfway and with how loud he was- he was always so vocal when he was about to cum.

spencer gasped your name when you gently leaned over him, hand wrapping around his body to softly grab as his hard, leaking cock. he was so so sensitive by now, you knew when his breath picked up and his hips stuttered, not knowing if they should push into your hand or back onto your cock. he settled with staying as still as possible, legs shaking and your thrusts stayed steady, fingers teasing his tip.

"god- oh my god fuck im gonna cum," he sounded just as desperate as when he was pussy drunk, words mumbled but his moans so clear, even with his face pressed against a pillow, his drool leaving a wet spot beneath his lips. you stilled as you felt him cum against your hand and the bed, giving him a minute to calm before pulling out.

spencer rolled to lay on his side, not having the energy to clean up just yet, but his eyes watched your face.

"was that good?" you asked, partially to make sure he enjoyed it as much as it seemed, but also to see if you personally did well.

a dopey smile formed on spencers lips. "that was so good, we should do that more."

[geminibsworld]

teachers pet pt.2

⚠️: same as before babes, probably some oral shi this chapter or something, idk some dirty dirty shit tho, but he’s also a gentleman but a freak in the sheets anyways <3 SLOWBURN FOR A SEC

summary: she teases him, he teases her.

🪻

the knock alerted the both of them, daisy hopped down scurrying to grab her sundress and panties, her legs shaking. she wobbled around looking for her panties. she looked towards tom, he smirked placing them in his pocket, shrugging his shoulders playfully smiling at her. her cheeks flushed, he held a finger up to her as signal to be quiet.

tom grabbed his coat, and brief case walking towards the door opening it and sliding out. daisy, crawled towards the door, wanting to listen to who it was. she sat by the door, her ear pressed.

she could hear him talking to a woman, her brows furrowed, trying to hear them.

“Mr. blyth, i was wondering,” anne said, eyes looking him up and down, “if i could do, anything to get my grade up.”

tom laughed, he looked down at his shoes before looking up at her, smiling kindly.

“no im sorry, i don’t offer anything like that,” he smiled, turning and locking his door. daisys heart pounding in her chest, gulping nervously.

“welllll what we if stayed after and practiced? after class?” anne asked, doe eyes at him.

tom looked away beginning to feel uncomfortable, he stepped towards her, before quietly saying, “i said, no. i don’t offer extra credit. now please, let me leave. i will see you tomorrow.”

tom walks away from anne, daisy couldn’t help but giggle quietly. she heard the knob twist, but since it was locked it didn’t open. still daisys chest almost exploded. she was so nervous. daisy crawled to a corner, wishing she could text tom and ask what’s going on.

daisy stood up gliding against his wall, looking at the desk, she smirked to herself her finger tracing over the desk thinking about what happened between them. she felt herself get wet all over again, god he made her body feel so magical. her fingers slightly going down to between her thighs, touching herself before the door unlocked and tom walked in shutting the door. daisys hand flew up, her cheeks turning red. tom arched his brows at her, placing his bag down, he shoved his hands in his pockets. he smirked playfully at her.

“did i interrupt something?” he asked, a grin on his face. daisy laughed, sitting on his desk her feet swinging. tom chuckled walking over to her, standing between her legs. he placed both hands on her face, placing a wet kiss on her forehead. daisy closed her eyes at the gentleness.

“it’s okay baby, save that for later. do you need a ride home?” he asked, looking down at her stroking her cheeks.

“is that okay?” she asked, her eyes staring into his blue green eyes. he nodded, smiling softly at her.

“yeah, all the teachers have done it before, we’re all adults,” he smiled, daisy nodded.

“is that why you… or why we fucked?” he laughed, a real belly laugh. daisy furrowed her brows, laughing awkwardly. she didn’t get the joke.

“hey what’s so funny, thomas?”

daisy laughs now, leaning back laying down stretching her body out. tom stopped laughing whilst smiling down at daisy. his daisy.

his hands reached down to her face, brushing his rough thumbs on her face. her hand cupping his, he leaned down and placed a small kiss to her pink lips. she kissed back, as tom pulled away he let go of her face, his fingers lingering before they trickled down her neck to her collar bones, daisys doe eyes watched him. he looked so focused, his fingers at her breasts, before he purposefully brushed over her nipple. she shivered, biting her lip slowly. his eyes glanced up at her, before grinning pulling her into his arms, hugging her.

daisy felt so happy, and she was right. gentleman, but a freak. she loved it, she was so happy being in his arms. tom cleared his throat, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“we fucked because ever since that day you flashed me your panties, i’ve thought about you every second of everyday,” he said, by her ear. almost a whisper. daisy pulled away looking up at him, holding his forearms.

“and i haven’t stopped, and i don’t plan on it.”

daisy grinned hugging him again, very tightly.

🪻

it was monday, and daisy had an idea. she decided to wear no panties, and wore a short slip dress, and long sleeve. she was going to do everything she could to feel him again, tom had told her that they had to be more careful since being in a teacher-student relationship like this was highly inappropriate.

“ellie, you literally have no idea. i was so fucking right about him,” ellie was in shock at her words, before deciding to be excited for her best friend.

“dude, you’re lucky i’m into girls or else you’d have some competition,” ellie laughed, daisy grinned looking up shaking her head.

“oh god, here comes anne,” ellie grumbled, daisy looked and saw the red head headed their way, looking upset might i add.

“why the fuck did Mr. blyth choose you to be his teacher aid???” she asked, her fists balling at her sides. daisy simply smiled at her.

“maybe because i don’t need extra credit.” daisy snapped, before her eyes went wide and looked at ellie quickly. ellie noticed the panic, also panicking with her.

“what? how did you know that?” anne asked, almost in disbelief and suspicion.

“because you’re dumb?” ellie asked, covering daisy. daisy bursted into a fit of laughter, grabbing ellie and tumbling over. ellie started laughing even harder, a snort erupting for daisy causing them to lean into each other laughing even harder. anne stood there still confused, before rolling her eyes.

“you two are probably the most annoyingly stupid girls i’ve ever met,” anne spat, her hands on her hips. daisy and ellie’s laughter died down, before looking at each other laughing again.

“dude, no one is listening to you,” daisy giggled, as ellie was leaning her forehead against the wall still laughing.

“girls,” tom’s voice interrupted their conversation, ellie sat up off the wall. closing her mouth to stop the laughter from coming out, a small smile and a crack of laughter escaped her mouth.

“no time for games, let’s go. class started 2 minutes ago,” he said, his hands behind his back. his shirt was unbuttoned slightly wearing a few necklaces. his pants high and tight, on him and his waist.

“then why aren’t you in class?” daisy asked, arching a brow at him, a playful smirk on her lips, eyes innocent.

“because i’m missing 3 students?” he snapped, daisy furrowed her brows. tom’s face softened at her, before speaking again.

“and that’s not your business either way,” he said, walking away from them. anne smiled triumphantly at daisy before following hot on his trail.

ellie and daisy both made disgusted faces at each other, before following behind. daisy arched a brow at her friend, ellie shrugged.

“way to kill the vibe, Blyth,” ellie said, before looking at daisy. she looked confused, but yet determined.

daisy was spending time thinking to herself thinking about ways to mess with him, get revenge. daisy knew that they had a test today, and the assistant sits up front by Mr. blyth. she had a great idea.

they all walked into the classroom they use for tests. tom leads the way of course, daisy sits up front by tom. their desks right next to each other, as she started her test with the other students, she made sure the class was focused and not looking up front at all. the desk covered them anyways, but just for safe measures. she placed a hand down in her lap, using her right hand to write. she glanced at tom, he was reading an Ernst hemingway book, before his eyes glance at her. she looks away quickly, filling out a few answers, as she moved her left hand slowly landing on his chair. he didn’t notice, she bit her lip before her fingers gently slid over to his thigh. he cleared his throat, she answered a few more questions before her hand found his cock. even soft, he was big. he glanced at her, making a face. she winked at him, he lowered his book in his hands. daisy took her nails teasing his member, while answering a few more questions. she heard tom take a sharp quiet breath. she eyed him, before placing her small hand on his member that was growing harder by the second. he sighed, she palmed him through his pants while innocently filling out the test.

“fuck,” she barely heard him, she turned over. he was gripping his book very tightly. she palmed him harder, jerking him off almost. he about kicked the desk when she started doing that. she started working on her test, palming him before she felt warm large hands on her thigh. she gasped quietly. he kept reading his book, smirking ever so slightly. his fingers dipped down her to in between her thighs. his index and middle finger tapped on both of her thighs, wanting access. she was nervous because she had no panties on, but she felt like tom already knew that. tom’s fingers going further up her dress, daisy was breathing pretty quickly at this point while tom was doing nothing.

his large fingers teasing touches her folds, her head snapped, he kept eye contact with her behind the book, his middle finger brushing her clit. she bit her lip, her fingers went to his zipper. he once again didn’t react, before unzipping him. her hand found itself in his warm boxers, grabbing his member. he cleared his throat, putting his book down. grabbing his lap top, his middle finger achingly slowly touched her clit, she couldn’t even focus. she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. tom could feel her wetness between her folds, his middle finger flicking her clit faster. she slammed her thighs shut, and dropped her pencil. tom reached down to grab it, while opening her thighs open spreading them open. she cleared her throat, jerking him in his pants, his two fingers rubbed her clit in circles. she closed her eyes just for a sec, almost there before tom pulled away taking his hand away completely. daisy snapped open her eyes, before taking her head away from him. she felt annoyed but yet still so wet that she couldn’t help but grin at the test, her cheeks turning pink. tom fixed his pants, staring at his laptop scrolling, before turning his head slightly and winking at her with a playful smile on his face.

🪻

they sit in his office, daisy straddles him, her dress pushed up to my waist as they grind into each other, tom’s shirt unbuttoned all the way. her nails dig into his chest.

“f-fuck pretty girl,” he moans, “mark me up baby as you grind your sweet pussy into me,”

my nails rack down his chest, touching his toned body. she throws her head back, then falling into his neck. she moans, grinding into his extremely hard member. his hands cup her ass, helping her grind into him. tom groans into daisys neck, nipping and biting her neck and collar bone.

“fuck-daddy-,” she cries out, tom presses her into him harder and faster, “fuck,”

“that’s right baby, cum for me,” her clit rubbing his hard member, she started to see stars clenching around nothing. she moans kissing his neck, her hand rubbing his head. he continues grinding her into him, he was gonna cum soon.

“baby, i’m gonna cum soon, okay? not much longer,” he chuckles quietly, a smirk playing on his lips on her ear. she nods tiredly, his hands in her hips as she rocks back and forth. she starts to whimper again, tom groans loudly.

“fuck, princess,” he breathes, placing a kiss to her forehead, “you sure do know how to make a guy feel special,” he smiles, brushing down her frizzy hair.

“only you, tommy,” daisy smiles, she looks exhausted.

“so i figure you should know this,” he says suddenly being serious, daisy still in his lap looks at him.

“i am married, i have a wife,” he says, daisy furrows her brows at him, jaw slacking a bit.

“are you fucking serious?” she laughs bitterly, hoping down. “and first off how dare you tell me that as i sit on your lap, like i’m sort of sex doll,”

“you take home my fucking panties tom,” she spits at him. she angrily puts on her shoes, as she’s about to walk out the door tomorrow grabs her wrist.

“it’s a sexless, loveless marriage daisy,” he spoke rubbing her hand with his thumb. daisy rolls her eyes, tom narrows her eyes.

“don’t be a brat okay? i was honest with you, about everything, im trying to be an adult here,” he said, smiling softly. daisy stares at him, hard.

“fuck off,” she spat at him, tom shoves the door shut. she daisy snaps her head at him, “what the hell man?”

he pushes her against the door, placing a kiss to her mouth. then leaning his forehead on hers, placing another small kiss on her lips. she wants to push him away, but she doesn’t. tears brim in her eyes, he pulls away taking both of her hands into his.

“baby, i’m sorry okay? i apologize for not telling you sooner, my wife and i have been having problems for months. i just-,” he sighs closing his eyes, “i’m only with her because of the prenup at this point it feels like,”

a tear slips out of her eye, she yanks a hand away to wipe but tom’s already reaching up. he places a thumb wiping away the tear, daisy avoids eye contact with him.

“ya know if you told me in the beginning, i wouldn’t been more understanding and we’d be at a better place right now, but you told me after we’ve done three separate things. we had sex, you’ve touched me, i’ve touched you, like, i don’t know tom. i need a moment to think,” she said, taking away her hand away from him. he nods at her, stepping away.

“tom, i’ve had a crush on you for awhile and i didn’t even know you had a wife, or assumed you had one. i don’t know much about your private life at all,” she sighs, another tear falling. his face softens before responding.

“you know why, i’m your professor. we’re hear to teach and learn together,” a laugh erupts from daisy throat, tom stops talking.

“you’re a fucking hypocrite,” she snaps, shaking her head.

“i’m leaving, tom.” she pulls open the door, and walks done the hallway. tom runs out after her, grabbing her wrist. he pulls her, she snaps her head his way.

“don’t touch me! god i am so upset with you right now,” she was crying now, tears steadily ran down her face. tom pulls her into him, she cries into his chest shaking in his arms. he rubs her back, softly hugging her tightly. she sobbed, she was so angry and hurt. she felt so used, like a toy.

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to hide this from you. i assumed you didn’t care, and im so sorry,” he says, placing a kiss on her head. she slowed her breathing, staring before realizing how intimate they looked. what if someone saw? maybe someone should, and she wouldn’t feel this way and could be done with him. she’d still think about them.

“tom i- just feel so guilty? like women support women, and i don’t wanna feel guilty,” she says to him, letting go slowly. he sighs, nodding again. placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“i understand, that’s okay,” he says, a tight smile on his face. daisy sighs, she’s had a crush on this man for months. fantasized about him, obsessed over him. she nods, tears falling from her eyes again. his face looks sad, his hands cup her face rubbing her tears away before placing a wet kiss on her lips.

she kissed him back, her hands gripping his coat. before pulling away, he nods at her then smiles. not a genuine smile either.

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as she cries on ellie’s lap, she can’t help but miss tom. it’s only been a few hours and she can’t help but feel so sad. she misses him, she feels like this is the worst break up she’s ever been through. ellie strokes her friends hair, comfortingly.

“i’m sorry daisy, i hate seeing you so upset,” ellie sighs, “at least he told you before things got more serious,”

daisy groaned, rolling over to her back wiping her tears off her cheeks. ellie looked down at her, the corner of her mouth went up in a crooked way.

“i honestly almost wish he didn’t tell me at all,” she says quietly, a tear falling. ellie chuckles slightly. daisys white in her eyes red and blotchy, while the green was so green. she looks up at ellie, before starting to cry again.

“no it’s better he did daisy, maybe it’s for the best? maybe try going after a guy our age, we’re both nineteen well you’re eighteen but you know what i mean?” ellie says, looking at daisy with sympathy. daisy sighs making a face, wiping her tears once again. she sat up, sighing and leaned against the wall.

“maybe you’re right,” daisy said, “maybe i should get a boyfriend or a guy friend thing that i can fuck, “

ellie laughed, “yes, see? i have good advice,”

daisy laughed at her friend, reaching out grabbing her hand.

“see if there’s a party tonight, and we’ll go okay?” daisy says, surprising herself.

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