#I had no idea how to respond to it properly

[makeyuomine]

the paramedic

Summary: You and your friend partied a little too hard, your friend more so. When things take a turn and the paramedics arrive, that’s when you see a calm, focused paramedic who immediately catches your eye.

Type: Blurb

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Author’s Note:

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Rebecca and I may have gone a little overboard at the party. We dared each other to take a shot every time a Pitbull song came on—Rebecca’s idea.

We hit five songs before one of us had to tap out. Rebecca didn’t. She was the life of the party, still going strong. But the mix of different liquors and nonstop dancing eventually caught up with her. It became clear she was showing signs of alcohol poisoning.

Drunk myself, I’m caught off guard by how quickly things turn serious.

“Call 911. Call 911,” I mutter under my breath.

The paramedics arrive within minutes.

While one checks on Rebecca, the other starts asking me questions.

“What is your name? What is your relationship to the patient?”

“How much has she had to drink?” “Did she eat or drink anything else recently?”

As he explains that Rebecca needs to be taken to the hospital for a full evaluation and treatment, I finally take a good look at him.

He’s stunning.

Tall. Green eyes. Curly brown hair. Tattoos. A deep voice. And a perfect smile.

Those were all the things I noticed as he spoke to me about Rebecca.

He mentioned the hospital we’d be going to, but I completely missed it—I was too distracted, watching his hands as he talked. Everything about him radiated this quiet, rugged confidence. It was incredibly attractive.

“You’re beautiful,” I blurted.

He paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening just slightly.

Heat rushed to my face. Being drunk always came with a sudden burst of courage I couldn’t quite control.

“Sorry—I didn’t mean to say that out loud—”

“That’s alright,” he said, unfazed, then smoothly picked up where he’d left off, explaining Rebecca’s next steps.

Even that was sexy. Unshaken. Calm. Professional. So grown. So sexy. Mature.

“Harry! I’ll ride in the back with her—her friend can sit up front.”

Harry nods and walks over to the passenger side of the ambulance. Without missing a beat, he opens the door and steps aside, gesturing for me to climb in.

I blink, surprised. I hadn’t expected that.

The ambulance is higher off the ground than I thought, but Harry quickly offers his hand to help me up. I take it without hesitation.

Once I’m in, he makes sure I’m buckled in properly, then checks in with his partner.

“All good?” he asks. With a nod from the back, he says, “Alright, let’s roll.”

It was mesmerizing to watch how traffic responded to the ambulance—cars effortlessly pulling aside as we flew through the streets.

I glanced to my left at Harry. The flashing red and blue lights danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. His focus was intense, eyes locked on the road ahead.

“Come on, move,” he muttered, voice low, almost to himself.

He looked so effortlessly masculine—like he was built for this. Every inch of me ached for him.

In the quiet, I finally spoke. “Is Rebecca going to be okay?”

“I think so,” he said. “We see this kind of thing a lot. She’ll just need to rest and take it easy for a while.”

I didn’t want to feel relieved just yet. Not until Rebecca was out of the hospital.

Meanwhile, Harry being outrageously attractive was just… a lot to process.

“Did you call the ambulance?” he asked.

“I did. Yeah.”

“In your drunken state? That’s impressive,” he chuckled softly.

The buzz I had earlier was long gone. Between the shock of Rebecca’s condition, the adrenaline of the ride, and the fact that I was sitting next to a stupidly handsome paramedic I desperately wanted to climb like a tree—it all sobered me up fast.

A few more minutes passed before we pulled up to the nearest hospital. Harry’s partner jumped out, relaying Rebecca’s vitals and details to the ER staff.

Since I couldn’t go with her, I was left at the entrance, watching her disappear behind the sliding doors.

“Did anyone check you out?” Harry asked, turning to me.

“N-No?” I stammered, caught off guard again.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to a nearby chair.

I sat, and he knelt slightly to begin a quick assessment. As he leaned in to check my vision and take my pulse, a shiver ran through me. I could hear his steady breath—each inhale and exhale—and smell his clean, faintly spicy cologne.

His lashes were long, too.

He was absolutely, unfairly perfect.

His fingers lingered a second longer than necessary against the inside of my wrist as he checked my pulse. He cleared his throat and glanced down at his watch, jaw tightening like he was trying to shake something off.

“Pulse is elevated,” he murmured. I swallowed. “I wonder why.”

His eyes flicked up to meet mine—sharp, intense, electric. For a moment, neither of us said anything. The weight of the silence was suffocating, but not in a bad way. In the kind that makes your skin prickle and your stomach twist into heat.

He straightened, stepping back like he needed distance to breathe. “You’re okay. No signs of dehydration or shock, but I’d still take it easy.”

I nodded, even though I wasn’t listening to a word. My eyes were on the way his forearms flexed as he adjusted his gloves. Veins visible. Tattoos peeking beneath the edge of his sleeve. It was maddening.

“You’re very... attentive,” I said, unable to stop myself.

“I’m just doing my job,” he said, but his voice had that edge again—low and tight, like he was holding something back.

I stood slowly, trying to find my balance, but when I did, I was closer to him than I meant to be. Inches away. I could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes, the slight parting of his lips as his breath caught.

He didn’t move. Neither did I.

We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, neither one of us speaking. Something settled in the quiet—a kind of charged stillness. Not quite flirtation, not quite professional. Just… something.

Then, almost like he needed to break the moment, his eyes flicked toward the ambulance. “Wait here,” he said, voice lower now. Rougher.

He turned abruptly and headed back toward the ambulance. I watched him, confused at first, until he reached into the front seat and came back with a spare bottle of water.

When he returned, he pressed it into my hand—not roughly, but firmly. Like he didn’t trust himself to linger.

“Drink it,” he said.

I nodded, taking it from him, the plastic cool against my fingers.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice quieter than before.

He gave a small nod, but his eyes lingered on me just a second longer than necessary before glancing away.

I hadn’t expected him to stay.

After checking me over, I thought Harry would head out—back to the rig, back to his job, back to a life that had nothing to do with mine. But instead, he sat in one of the uncomfortable ER waiting room chairs across from me, his jacket shrugged off and resting on the seat beside him.

“I thought you’d be gone by now,” I said after a few minutes of quiet, eyes flicking toward him.

He looked up from his phone and gave a small shrug. “Shift’s pretty much over anyway. Figured I’d wait until there’s an update.”

"What about your partner?" I suddenly remembered.

"Clocked out the second medical staff took Rebecca. Left me the vehicle,"

Oh.

I didn’t know what to say to that. It was a kind gesture for him to stay, but it was not something I was used to. Especially not from someone who didn’t know me, who had no real reason to stay.

“Thanks,” I said finally, tucking my knees up in the chair. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah,” he replied, voice casual, “but it felt weird just leaving.”

We sat in companionable silence for a while after that. The waiting room was a blend of fluorescent lighting, low murmurs, and the occasional overhead announcement. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until I started to come down from the adrenaline.

I sat back in the stiff chair, exhaustion pulling at my eyelids heavier than I expected. Before I knew it, sleep was creeping in.

I felt the chair shift beside me, a warmth settling over my shoulders. I blinked open my eyes to find Harry draping his paramedic jacket over me.

The fabric was cool at first, then softened, wrapping around me like a shield. My short black dress left me exposed to the chill of the sterile room, but the jacket covered me comfortably—warm and just loose enough to keep me modest.

I looked up at him, still half-drowsy. He caught my gaze and offered a quiet, reassuring smile before settling back into his seat.

Eventually, a physician assistant came out and called for Rebecca's party.

Harry walks alongside me as we head to meet the physician assistant.

“She’s stable,” she said, smiling gently.

I glanced over at Harry as he stood next to me in relief, but his full attention was fixed on the physician assistant. His expression was serious, eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbed every word. There was something quietly reassuring about the way he listened—focused and calm—like he was ready to step in if needed.

“Granted, she is still a little out of it, but she’s doing okay. We’re going to keep her overnight for observation just to be safe.”

Rebecca was going to be okay.

When the physician assistant left, I turned to Harry. “So... I guess that’s it. She’s staying overnight.” I paused, the weight of logistics slowly settling in. “And I have no ride home.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t come in your own car?”

“No, we Ubered to the party... and, well, clearly didn’t think the night would end here.” I looked around the room, trying to figure out what my next step even was.

Harry stood up and stretched a little. “I’ve gotta bring the ambulance back to the station anyway, grab my car from the lot—it’s only a few blocks from here.”

I looked at him, surprised again. “Are you saying you’ll drop me off?”

“If you want,” he said with a small, easy grin. “I don’t mind.”

There was a brief moment where I hesitated, not because I didn’t trust him, but because I did.

I nodded. “Yeah... yeah, okay. Thanks. That’d help a lot.”

He picked up his jacket and gestured for me to follow. “Let’s get out of here.”

Outside the hospital, the night air was cool, a gentle contrast to the stale fluorescent lights inside. We made the short walk to the ambulance, and he opened the door for me, just like before.

“Hop in,” he said softly, holding the door wide.

I smiled, grateful for the familiar gesture. The ambulance was still higher than I recalled, but he was quick to offer his hand again, steady and sure.

Once I was settled inside, Harry leaned over and clicked my seatbelt into place. The small motion felt intimate in a way words couldn’t capture.

“All set?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I nodded.

We pulled away from the hospital and drove the few blocks to the ambulance station. Harry parked and grabbed the keys, then led me toward his car—a large black SUV waiting in the lot.

As he started the engine and pulled away, I couldn’t help but notice the ease with which he handled the wheel—steady, confident.

The city lights blurred past as we drove through the quiet streets, the silence between us comfortable but charged, filled with everything neither of us had said yet.

We pulled up to my apartment complex, the familiar building coming into view under the soft glow of the streetlights. Harry stopped the engine, and the quiet hum of the city settled around us.

I turned to him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Thanks for the ride.. and for staying with me tonight.”

He met my gaze, his eyes steady and unreadable for a moment. Then, just as I was about to open the door, he reached out and gently took my hand.

I froze, surprised by the sudden contact.

His eyes searched mine, like he was weighing something heavy in his mind.

Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.

The kiss was slow, deliberate—nothing rushed. At first, I was caught off guard, but then I melted into it, the tension between us finally unraveling.

When we pulled apart, his breath was warm against my skin, and his eyes were dark with something unspoken.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he said quietly.

I smiled, heart pounding. “Me too.”

“I’d like to see you again,” he said.

My heart skipped. “I’d like that.”

Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, going to the dial pad. He held it out toward me.

“Put your number in,” he said, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.

I took the phone carefully, my fingers hovering over the screen before I started typing my digits. The phone felt warm in my hands, like it was somehow already charged with possibility.

When I finished, I handed it back to him. He glanced down, then tapped the call button.

The phone rang once—then twice—before I heard it ring softly in my pocket.

He looked up at me, that same easy smile playing on his lips. “Now you have my number too.”

I looked forward to seeing him again. I had a good feeling about him.

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[ransomwrite]

Hi Hi Hi

I Read through all you're current date everything fics (love them btw)

I was hoping to make a request?

I got this Idea from someone a few days ago tho I dont remember who .

So the setting would be like after realizing everyone, after everyone started to live out their lives.

Reader/player when realizing the dateables essentially dontated their own life force (Unbeknowst to them) so after realizing everyone Reader/Player falls into a deep slumber they dont wake up from.

Everyone forgetting they existed in the process as if they never realky existed.

How we feel about this???

(Aslo tysm if you fill this request but if not then ty anyway for reading this :D )

Mmm i dunno how to feel about this so sorry if its badd and really short. Also i got no title idea so if yall have ideasss.

Date Everything x Reader

Summary: After getting the Dateviators and realizing them, you expected them to stay, but instead you fall into a deep slumber.

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When you took the first step into that house, everything felt quiet and empty. Working away to make this house feel a bit more homey. Then as time slowly passed, you got used to the loneliness that came with it.

When the Dateviators appeared on your steps after getting fired, things started to change.

As Skylar explains how you can interact with everything in the house, you took no hesitation in meeting every single object inside your house.

Beginning to make a deeper, more personal connection with them than with anyone you've known in your life.

You worked around the Breaker Box, entertained the others' hobbies and passions. Helping them with whatever problems they had and becoming friends or lovers.

Your house had never felt livelier before as you met every single one of them.

Then Skylar explained the process on how to realize someone. The thought of turning them all into humans was exciting, and you were looking forward to it.

Skylar gave you the rundown, then began the process when you chose someone to realize. The energy not only flowed through the glasses, but also pulsed from your entire being.

It was a chill running down your spine, a sudden shot of energy blasting out of you before your senses came back, and there- standing before you- a different version of them.

They smiled at their new look. They grinned at you and made sure to show how much they appreciated you and all your hard work.

You expected them to stay with you forever or even until tomorrow. But instead they walked off with a mission that was set onto their mind from the very start.

You waited patiently for them to come back, maybe one day they'll sit down with you and speak about their adventures.

But as each and every last one of them left, the house had never felt emptier, you had never felt so lonely. And this time, there was no one around who could comfort you.

They tried to keep you updated, you tried to make plans to visit at least one of them. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave your bed.

Your body felt like it was drained of everything, your mind struggled to even properly form a thought. There was a heavy weight that pressed over you, and no matter what, you couldn't shake it off.

Something in you said that this was for the best, that it was worth it to give a piece of yourself so that they can be free and live a life.

As your eyes grow heavier, you start to recollect your memories with them. A smile creeps onto your face as you remember how much they impacted your life, how even for a few days, each one of them leaving a mark of a memory onto you.

Some have noticed that you weren't responding to them, and grew a bit worried. Making a mental note to visit you if they find the time to. But work gets in the way, and they forget all about you.

Now you shut your eyes, even if something told you that once you slept, you'd never wake.

Even if it meant that you wouldn't get to see them again, you were proud that they were out there, doing something, maybe making a difference.

[scent73]

THIS IS TRUE

In a few weeks I’ll be joining my best Friend for a 5-day vacation. We’ll be sharing a motel room.

He is married and has a young child.

He knows I’m gay and a faggot.

He knows I yearn to serve, worship, and obey Him.

Normally, I’d do what I do in the case of most of my straight friends and limit my hunger to my imagination, however, in this case, there is a history between us that makes this difficult.

We have chemistry and there is always sexual tension when we’re together. In the past, this tension has been released through playful roughhousing, massages and, on a few occasions, light clothed fondling and me sucking on His fingers and toes - though these latter activities typically occur when we’ve both had a bit to drink.

I know that my feelings and attraction are shared by Him. He has never objected to anything we’ve done - even when I e explicitly asked Him if He minded or disliked these interactions.

More than anything I want to use this vacation to advance our friendship from awkward bouts of flirtation and light petting to a intimate, sexual relationship or FWB in which I can serve, worship, and obey Him as He should be served, worshipped, and obeyed.

So I am planning to offer Him a full-body massage. Hell almost certainly agree and will strip down to His boxer briefs. I plan to give Him an incredible massage and, when working on His thighs, will gently graze His ass and balls. Based on His reaction, I’ll then begin working on His glutes. I’ll be using massage oil and will then suggest He slide off His boxer briefs while I step into the bathroom (in case He doesn’t want to strip naked in front of me yet).

Then, with Him laying face down, I’ll begin to work on His glutes - gradually working my fingers nearer to His taint and ass crack. If He gives no push back, I’ll begin to massage His crack and working His pucker with my fingers (not stinking my fingers in Him, just massaging the exterior of His hole). Ordinarily I would quickly advance to a rimjob - tonguing His hole - but I’m not wanting to push my luck. I’ll see how He responds to my fingers working His asshole and, assuming no issues, will ask Him if He wants me to keep working on His backside or would He like me to move on to His front.

If He wants me to stick with the current focus, I’ll make a gentle move towards rimming Him - placing my face and nose between His asscheeks as I continue to massage His hole, inhaling His natural aroma, before tentatively darting my tongue against His pucker. If no issues raised, I’ll begin rimming Him properly.

If, however, He wants to switch to His front, I’ll ask Him to turn over and (unless He already has a full erection) will begin to massage His frontside - again, methodically working my way towards His crotch. Working His thighs again, I’ll begin to focus tentatively on His taint and then His Balls if He permits. If He still raises no objections, I’ll move onto His cock and give Him an incredible handjob. If and when He cums, I’ll make a point of either asking Him to cum in my mouth or licking the cum from His body after He ejaculates.

I may need to do this progressively over a few days/massages, but for either scenario, I plan to risk a lot in hopes of cementing a better outcome for us both.

Any thoughts, ideas, suggestions? Any predictions?

If I get enough interest, I’ll provide updates on my progress and the results of my efforts.

[octuscle]

UFC fare

Sebastian arrived at the airport more than just annoyed. Because of a strike, there were no taxis, and the commuter train had been completely packed. Normally, Sebastian never took public transport—he had no clue whether there was no AC in those trains or whether it had simply broken down. Either way, the air had been thick enough to slice with a knife, and he was soaked in sweat.

The entire ride, he'd been pressed up against a group of teenagers clearly headed to the airport to catch a flight to some party destination for heavy drinking. Sure, the guys were in shape and easy on the eyes, but their lack of personal hygiene and the stench of beer breath had been downright disgusting.

Okay, by the end of the ride, Sebastian was just as sweaty himself. He could only hope his deodorant was holding up. And he really hoped his flight was a little delayed. A few minutes in the business lounge would be sheer bliss. He was looking forward to a gin and tonic and a properly working air conditioner.

"I'm really sorry, but there seems to be an issue with your booking," the woman at the check-in desk said. "You booked a special fare in Economy Class, so I’m not allowed to check you in at this counter."

Sebastian was fuming. First, because some idiot in the travel department hadn’t booked him Business Class. And second, because even with his Platinum frequent flyer status, he wasn’t allowed to check in at the Business Class desk. The ground staff lady was visibly embarrassed, but she kept emphasizing that there was absolutely nothing she could do about that very specific fare. He’d have to check in at the Economy Class desk.

Fuming, Sebastian grabbed his Hermès weekender and headed over. And who was in line in front of him? The soccer bros from the train. Perfect.

The guy at the counter grinned when he saw Sebastian. “Dude, you know you booked the UFC special fare, right?”

Sebastian ignored the “Dude” and responded with as much arrogant composure as he could muster, saying he hadn’t booked the fare, was unaware of it, and had no idea what a UFC fare even was.

“Yo, bro! Ultimate Fighting Championship! That MMA thing, ya know? Don’t ring a bell?”

Okay, Sebastian had at least heard of MMA. And yeah, UFC was actually a client of his firm. Martin handled their audit, as far as he remembered. He rolled his eyes.

“I really don’t care. Just check me in, I’m in a hurry!”

“Yo, it ain’t that easy, my man. That fare comes with a few requirements. First question: What’s your highest level of education?”

“Master’s in Law, Bachelor in Business Administration,” Sebastian replied, cold as ice.

“Damn, bro… problem is, this fare only allows a max of high school diploma with a D average.”

Sebastian felt a little dizzy for a second. He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin.

“Hehehe,” he chuckled. “Was, like, always an A in gym, but other than that, C-minus was like… a freakin’ party, man!”

The check-in dude gave him a fist bump. “Now we talkin’, bro! School’s a damn joke, huh?”

“Total waste o’ time, bro!” Sebastian replied, full conviction in his voice.

“Alright, next thing’s your CoD level.”

Sebastian had to think for a second. “Level 41, Colonel II. Ain’t had much time for gaming lately.”

“No sweat, bro. Level 30’s the cutoff, so you golden. Next up—luggage. Only carry-on allowed. And it’s gotta be sports gear only.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Gotta check, bro!”

Sebastian opened up his gym bag. It reeked of sweaty fight shorts, socks, and jockstraps soaked in sweat and... well, other fluids. The guy at the counter took a deep breath. Was he seriously getting hard? Sebastian wasn’t even surprised. He himself loved jacking it into his gear after winning a fight.

“Aight, champ, almost done. Only thing is—your clothes might be too heavy for the fare. Max weight for what you wear: 400 grams.”

Shit. How was he supposed to know what clothes weighed? He pulled out a pair of sneakers, socks, a jockstrap, Adidas shorts, and a Lakers jersey from his gym bag. Threw it all on the luggage scale. 420 grams. The counter dude grinned.

“I’d bet the sweat and cum in those threads weigh at least 20 grams. You’re solid, bro!”

“Yo, you want me to change right here?”

The guy just shrugged with a grin. Sebastian stripped. He never had a problem showing off his ripped bod. And honestly, he was glad to get outta that dumb suit. Why the hell had he even worn that crap? To the cheers of the other passengers, he pulled his jockstrap up over his tight ass. The check-in guy massaged the bulge in his pants.

Sebastian laced up his sneakers. “That it?”

“Get movin’ Sebastian, boarding starts in ten minutes!”

Sebastian gave the hot dude a fist bump. “You’re a freakin’ lifesaver, bro. But don’t call me Sebastian. My grandparents call me that. My homies call me Steel.”

“Have a good flight, Steel. Good luck on your next fight!”

“You can bet your sweet ass on it!” Steel grinned and jogged off toward security. He still needed to grab a beer before the flight.

[pacifistcowboy]

You ever think about how scary an Enerjak Silver would be.

admittedly, i’ve never read archie, but from what i’ve read on his wiki, i can see enerjak is some sorta demigod-spirit that possessed a few echidnas and has practically limitless power? so yeah if silver got possessed by enerjak it would be terrifying. silver’s already powerful as he is, so if he was possessed by this being with god-level strength, psychic abilities, and reality-warping, it’d be all over. he could probably turn the planet to dust with the flick of his wrist. the universe itself would be the thing at risk, the planet would already be gone. enerjak silver would be cool as hell to see. completely undefeatable psychokinetic armoured boy? it’d look so awesome.

anyway since i’ve never read those comics so i couldn’t go too in-depth with this question due to not knowing enough about enerjak, i decided to try design enerjak silver! :]

enerjak’s armour is seemingly inspired by egyptian royalty and armour, and since silver is italian, i decided to base enerjak silver’s armour on roman soldiers! i don’t know if that ended up coming across in the finished design, but i swear the inspiration is there ehfjejfjwjf. i tried to have it so silver’s quills came out the top of his helmet like the crest that some roman soldiers’ helmets had, also i imagine the visor covering his face is moveable, so he can lift it up off his face :]

[kamitv]

▷ Premature

Sypnosis . How they react to getting caught jerking off/How they jerk off when you’re not around. / Pairings . (Separate) Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, & Nanami Kento x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, masturbation, pervertedness, praise, needy men, filth, dirty talk, non-curse au, degrading, established relationships etc. / wc . 5.5k

A/N: not proofread in the slightest— I apologize in advance for the errors. This is a mix of two requests; one from my lovely 👍anon; If it's not too much trouble, would you take a request for how JJK men jack it to reader? To a picture, their thoughts, or maybe reader asks them perhaps? & jjk men getting caught jerking off [MDNI]

★ Toji Fushiguro

He’s the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Cause’ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.

What the hell are you even talking about? He’s got no idea, all he knows is that your soft tone, laced with such a faint sleepiness to it, has his cock aching within his hand.

You wouldn’t even notice he’s jerking off for a while either, not until he groans out your name.

The sound makes your entire body freeze and all you can do is stare at your phone, tipping your head to the side curiously before you tap on your phone to bring the ongoing phone call to the forefront of your screen.

You’d get quiet and he’d get louder, grunting out an all too deep, “Fuck,” That has you smiling to yourself a little. Especially when you hear him grunting as if he were trying to keep his sounds in.

But, your moment of confidence only lasts until the deep baritone of his voice snaps you out of it, “Keep fuckin’ talkin’, doll,” Toji orders and god does he sound sexy like this.

There’s the faintest hint of need in his voice that has you biting your lower lip to hold back the toothy smile trying to present itself on your face. Gulping, “Toji…” You murmur, and your ears don’t miss how he sighs heavily.

On his end, he’s got his legs sprawled out and his head tosses back at the sound of you calling his name, “What?” He’d huff, almost as if what he’s doing hasn’t become rather obvious to you.

Your voice is suddenly closer to the phone and it makes Toji grunt, “You okay over there? Y’sound… busy,” You utter teasingly.

“Mmmh… mhm, m’fine, jus’-, hahh, keep… keep talkin’,” His long pauses and heavy exhales were making you squirm on your end. You could only imagine how he looked right now— big hand wrapped around his cock as he gave himself quick tugs to the sound of your voice.

You start to shift around in your bed and almost forget to respond as you listen closely. Turning your volume up, you could hear almost everything. His sounds became vivid, a messy noise of spit heard as Toji wets his cock up in ways he’s known you to, his hand jerking his dick in quicker pulls due to the slickness of his saliva and precum mixing together.

“Hahhh, fuck,” Toji pants and starts slowing his hand down just so he can speak properly, “Why’d y’stop talkin’? Hm?”

“I uh… I thought I heard something, sorry,” You hum as you fake cluelessness. “Anywho, what was I saying again? Do you remember?”

Ah, you’d decided to test him thinking he wasn’t paying attention at all to what you were discussing earlier. Jokes on you, Toji knows how to multitask (sometimes), “Uh, you were tellin’ me about your day or somethin’,” He hums casually.

“Riight,” You chuckle. An idea pops into your mind and you decide to use his lack of full attention to what you were previously discussing to your advantage, “Well, me and my friends went to this new sweet spot today.”

“Yeah? ‘Nd what else, doll?” Toji sounded so clearly occupied but he was trying his best to just get you to keep talking. Every word that left your lips went straight to his cock.

You grin, “Well, it was pretty hot today so I got lucky they had popsicles! The one I got was suuper big, could’ hardly fit it in my mouth,” You explain.

Was this story true? Not exactly, but when else do you get the opportunity to tease your boyfriend like this?

Toji’s eyes flicker as he processes what the hell you just said to him, his cock twitching at the thought of your lips parting to take something large into your mouth— you knew what the hell you were doing to him and he was starting to pick up on it.

Swallowing thickly, Toji hums, “Oh yeah? Reminds me of a couple of other things that can’t really fit in your mouth…”

“Hm? Like what, Toji?” You murmur innocently.

Your voice had softened by a lot and it drove him crazy. Such a clear false innocence laced into your question had the man picturing your expression. The way you’re probably sitting there with your eyes all wide and curious, batting those pretty lashes of yours like you don’t know what the hell you’re asking him.

Scoffing, “Don’t play dumb, y’know what the hell m’talkin’ about.” Toji drawls out, voice a bit rougher with you.

You ignore his little attitude and let out a giggle, “Do I?”

“Yeah, y’do,” Your boyfriend huffs. His breathing is noticeably heavier and little did you know, he had his head resting back and his eyes on the ceiling as he fisted his cock rapidly, slick sounds masked by his voice every time he spoke.

As if to make his state worse, your voice dips into something more sultry, “I’m really not sure Toji… What else is too big to fit in my mouth? Hm?” You hum.

“Fuck-,” Toji lets out a slight gasp, his breath stuttering for a moment before he grunts, “My cock, baby. Y’know this.”

The way he gave up on getting you to say it first has you smiling, “Mmmh, I dunno Toji,” God you were saying his name too much and it was making his balls ache, “I had your cock down my throat perfectly fine the other day if I recall correctly.”

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Toji abruptly rasps out, making you gulp as you felt a throb in your core, “Where’d y’learn to talk like that, huh?”

You snicker, “From my boyfriend who enjoys jerking off to the sound of my voice.”

And just like that, Toji can feel his orgasm approaching— damn you and your slick remarks, you only ever acted like this over the phone. You knew better in person but, he didn’t mind right now.

“Hahh, fuck you,” Toji fires back.

“You want to right now, don’t you?” You were getting confident all of a sudden and he groans before shutting his mouth just to listen to you speak. “Wanna feel my tongue on your cock, huh?”

His hand squeezes onto his cock and a strangled grunt leaves the back of his throat, “Shit-,” Toji’s haw drops a little, “Don’t stop talkin’, m’close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum thinkin’ about fuckin’ my throat, right?” You murmur.

And he definitely was, it’s all he could think about right now. Especially with how bold you were being, how could he not picture you on your knees and taking his cock down your throat as he face fucks you just to teach you a lesson about talking to him like this?

Then you just kept going, “…Or jus’ from me talking? Y’like my voice that much, Toji?” You ask.

He’s on his end just nodding as his brows furrow— when the hell was he this damn needy for you? “Yes, fuck… fuckin’ hell, yes, I fuckin’ love your voice baby,” Toji tells you.

God you wish you could see him right now. You just know he’s sweating, cockhead angry and leaking at your every word, big thighs parted yet jittery as he gets closer and closer.

“C’mon then big guy, cum f’me so you can come over,” Suddenly your tone is aroused and Toji’s squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.

“S’late, doll,” He argues.

You tut, “Yeah well listenin’ to you jerk off turned me on so now you’ve gotta come over ‘nd deal with it.”

Some nerve you had. As if you wouldn’t be the one all teary eyed and pouty after a few kisses from him…

Yet, Toji’s not thinking about that right now, mindlessly agreeing just because he needs you right now and his hand is starting not to cut it anymore, “Hahhh, alright-, shit. Whatever the fuck you want, doll. I’ll be over in ten.”

You snicker, “Make it five.”

He swears you’ll be the death of him.

Scoffing, “Needy ass girl… agh… can’t wait ten minutes?”

“You couldn’t wait til’ I got off the phone to jerk off?” You argue.

He’s smirking despite the slight irritation that creeps up on him due to how bratty you were being, “…Shut up.”

You smile, “Come shut me up.”

“Oh I’m about to.”

★ Geto Suguru

Moaning your name as if that’ll cause your hand to be wrapped around his cock instead of your panties— Suguru uses your clothes to get off when you’re not around.

He doesn’t bother to call you or text you. It’s usually late when he gets like this so he just uses the lace panties you “accidentally” left over at his place.

Sometimes he’s got the fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerks off and other times he’s got it pressed up to his nose, inhaling what little of your scent he could get as his hips fuck into the O-shape he’s created with his hand. If he inhales strong enough, he swears he can still smell your pussy and that alone makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuuuck,” Geto moans unashamed into the air. What’s he gotta hold his voice back for? Even if you were to ever catch him like this, he knows you’re just as much of a perv as he is.

His hand has a strong grip on his base as he gets himself off with your panties. Just thinking about how the fabric clung to your cunt for hours on end has his cock dripping pre onto the floor.

“Fuckin’ miss you, agh,” Suguru would groan thoughtlessly into the air, recalling the last time he had your pussy on his tongue, how sweet how tasted, how addicting you are.

Within said imagination, he doesn’t even realize he’s moving your panties to his mouth, his tongue seeping out and pressing into the fabric as if that’ll give him a taste of you again. Is it the same as sucking on your cunt til’ your legs are shaking? No, of course not. Does it make Geto’s hand milk the fuck out of his cock? Well, yes.

Light and faint whines slip past his lips, “Ha-ahh… taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” Geto groans like you’re right there with him.

Shit, he wants you on his tongue again. He can never get enough of it— the way your pussy sloshes all over his mouth every time he eats you out, how you whine his name and beg him for a break, or even the way you get greedy as your orgasm nears and you start bucking your hips against him.

Either way, it’s all he can think about right now. And it doesn’t get any better when his eyes open and looks down at himself, your panties clung tightly in between his teeth as he envisions you below him with a mouth wide and ready for him.

Oh the way you always take his cock down your throat never fails to make his eyes cross. You’d suck on him like your life depended on it, moaning against his shaft whenever he started thrusting into your mouth or whining when he forces your head down some more.

And he’s so close as he thinks about it more�� picturing your wet lips parted around his flushed tip, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth, and your tongue slipping against him languidly-

“Suguru?” The sound of your voice makes him moan in surprise before he’s turning his head to look at you.

Even caught in the act, he only gets turned on even more. His brows tense and he pants heavily as his eyes meet yours, quickly noticing the way your gaze dropped down to his achingly hard cock.

You were supposed to be asleep out on his living room couch where he’d left you moments ago but yet, here you were— standing with your eyes all wide and curious, taking careful steps toward the man as you cross your arms, and giving him this look that drives him crazy.

You gulp loudly as you look up to your boyfriend’s face, “Are those my panties in your mouth?”

“M-Mmhm,” Geto hums with an impatient nod of his head.

Your lashes bat at the man before you find yourself standing right in front of him, placing but a single hand on his chest before taking the other and removing the lace from the man’s mouth.

“That’s filthy Sugu,” You whisper carefully.

The way his lips part and how his eyes lower on you, a groan slipping from him due to how close your body was and the way you’d touched him so softly. “Uhuh, I know, baby,” His voice has the faintest shake to it as he mumbles out an answer.

Smiling slightly, you keep your eyes directly up on his despite his hand not stopping on his cock for even a second, “You could’ve woken me up if you needed me, Suguru.” You utter.

He cracks a lazy grin for a moment, “I jus’ needed your panties.”

You frown and your brows tense a bit, “…Pervert.” You whisper, watching how his body twitches in reaction before he’s leaning his face down and closer to yours.

“Mhm,” Geto hums, “Yeahhh, tha’s me, princess. Keep tellin’ me how fuckin’ nasty I am.” Your boyfriend purrs, earning a wide eyed look from you as you gaze up at him in surprise.

You comply, trailing a single finger down along his chest as you tip your head to the side and speak, “You’re filthy Sugu, gettin’ off with my panties… Bet you wanted to get caught like this too.”

“Maybe,” Geto tells you with that awfully cocky grin on his face, “But you’re not any better. I caught you fingerin’ yourself to my voice last week.”

You gulp, “T-That was…”

He’s leaning down past your face and you flinch as his lips make sudden contact with your neck, “Different, huh?” He rasps out, hot breath tickling the side of your neck.

Tense, your hand stops moving along his body and you angle yourself to look down at how aggressively he’s fisting his cock right now, “Yeah…” You murmur, completely distracted by the sight below you.

His hand got faster on his cock, quicker tugs made the longer you stared down at him and cum leaking from his tip as he grunted against your neck.

“Sure it was,” Geto whispers, but his voice is a lot lighter than you expected it to be. “Now are you gonna just stand here and watch me jerk off or are y’gonna get on your knees ‘nd take care of me?” He asks, lifting his face a little to kiss the space below your ear.

You unconsciously lick your lips the longer you stare down at his cock, watching him drip onto the floor and make the slightest mess before you chuckle, “That’s no way to ask, Sugu.”

He scoffs against you but you don’t miss the quietest whine leaving his throat before he speaks, “Funny cause I wasn’t fuckin’ askin’.”

“Oh?” You snicker at your boyfriend before turning your head to meet his gaze, “You’re mean when you get caught in the act…”

He stares you down and resists every neuron in his body that’s telling him to press his lips into yours, “Am I?”

“Mhm, as if you’re not embarrassed,” You tease. God you were driving him crazy— looking at him so longingly, your lips nearly on his, your body warm with how close you were to him and your hand low and near his cock.

Fuck, one more touch from you and he’d be cumming in seconds. “I’m not.” Geto replies to you.

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second and his gaze drops, “You sure? Y’know how long I was watchin’ you before I said something?”

“Fuck, how long baby?” He practically mumbles. He needed your touch so badly, you were too close to not be all over him right now and his restraint was waning by the second.

“A few minutes, saw you puttin’ my panties to your nose ‘nd everything,” As you speak, your hands are lifting and his eyes are widening.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he’s forced to stop his hand on his cock before he blows his load too soon, “Yeah?” He breathes.

You nod and inch closer, “Mhm.”

“Bet that got you all hot ‘nd bothered, huh?” Geto whispers, cocking his head to the side before placing a hand to your waist and holding you tenderly, “That’s why you said somethin’ right? Cause y’like watchin’ me like this?”

Your eyes were on his lips now and you’d half-heard everything he just said, shrugging out a little, “Maybe…” In response before your lips are finally on his.

Geto can’t even control the groan that pours out of him while his lips move over yours, tongue slotting into your mouth and hand squeezing onto your waist as if to tell you not to move.

The kiss doesn’t even last that long before he’s letting out a whine as his cockhead brushes against your body, “Fuck-, enough of this teasin’, I need you princess.”

★ Gojo Satoru

You were going to take it upon yourself to ask your husband how he jerks off when you’re not around but instead of answering your text with an explanation like a normal person— he sends you a video.

Unfiltered, less than a second after clicking on the video, you’re met with his glistening cock on your screen. Slicked with spit and precum trailing along his veins, a pretty pink tip twitching for some attention, and a bright flash from his cellphone giving you the perfect view of his lower half.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t squeeze your legs together as soon as you started the video. Then there’s his voice that you hear about five seconds in.

“Wanted to see how I jerk off, huh? Dirty girl,” Oh his tone was low with you, the sound filling your ears as you bat your lashes and gulped. Thank god for your headphones, despite being home alone, because you could hear every little sound. “You’re lucky I was already in the middle of it when you texted, y’know.”

Although he can’t hear you, you scoff, “Slut.”

“Got’ this hard thinkin’ about you,” Gojo whispers suddenly, his slender fingers wrapping around his cock carefully, “I miss you, pretty girl,” His words and the way he’s slowly touching himself for you has your body hot and it’s only been a few seconds.

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes narrow on his hand— how tenderly it slides up and up until he reaches his tip, the way his thumb runs in between the slit of his cockhead and he lets out a hiss.

Then his hand lowers and the sound that follows is so wet, “Fuuck, I wish it was you touchin’ me right now. You always make me feel s’good,” Gojo pants unintentionally, “Miss your lips on me too. How long’s it been? A week? Fuckin’ hate leavin’ you for work…”

You chuckle lightly at his moment of rambling but the way his hand picks up in speed ever so slightly has your smile fading and your focus returning. Sometimes you wonder how he even fits inside you— his cock is so long and from his base to his tip, he looks like he’d split you open (he does).

Your thighs are squeezing together again and you’re starting to miss him the more you watch, the vivid and deep sound of Gojo humming your name causing a chill to slip down your spine.

And you swear you were about to get to the best part of the video he’s sent because his hand was moving at a quickened pace but you’re interrupted by an incoming video call from the man in question.

You practically jump out of your skin due to your ringtone before you scramble to answer it.

Batting your eyelashes as the call connects, you swallow hard, “H-Hello-“

“Knowin’ you’re watchin’ that video isn’t enough f’me,” Gojo huffs out— now he’s got the camera propped up for you and you can see most of his body.

His shirt is long gone, same with his sweats, his legs are spread far and wide, hard and throbbing cock standing straight up as his hand tugs at it in needy little pulls. Gojo’s got his head tossed back and you have the clearest view of his sweaty Adam’s apple, a slip of sweat sliding down along his chest.

He’s panting like crazy and his hand is fucking his cock much more aggressively than he was in that video you’d been watching, “Show me somethin’ baby, I fuckin’ need you,” Gojo huffs impatiently as he shifts his head back into place to meet your gaze on his screen.

You gulp, “S-Satoru, I-“

“Please?” He whines so suddenly and it has your pussy throbbing, especially with how he lifts his hips into his hand because of simply looking at your face, “Wanna see somethin’ pretty, show me your pussy, please?”

It's almost embarrassing how fast you move for your needy husband, going to prop your own phone up similar to how he’s done his and then discarding your clothes in a heartbeat.

“Spread yourself apart f’me, baby,” Gojo groans out his instructions and you’re following his every word— parting your legs wider and moving two finds to your cunt to spread your pussy apart for him.

“Mmh, like this, ‘Toru?” You utter with a slightly shaky hand and an embarrassed expression.

You see the way Gojo’s jaw sinks a little and how his brows furrow as he fists his cock faster, almost eagerly, “Juus’ like that, sweetheart-, fuck. I miss bein’ inside you,” Gojo says before tilting his head to really study your cunt, “Look how wet y’re f’me ‘nd I’m not even there, shit.”

You’ve got your pointer and ring finger holding your cunt open and you shift your middle finger to give yourself the slightest bit of relief, ���It’s cause of your video..”

“Yeah?” Gojo smiles, “Y’liked watchin’ me jerk off?”

His hand slows, palm steadily traveling down along his shaft as a whine leaves him. Your pretty pussy on full display for him and making his balls twitch. He wanted to be fucking you full of him so badly.

“Uhuh,” Your softer tone hits his ears and Gojo grunts.

“Shiiit,” He breathes out before biting his bottom lip. He’d started to drool without even realizing it and his cock was dripping in cum already, “Look at that pussy leak f’me-, holy fuck.” Your husband moans, “My voice get you like this too?”

You’ve started to tease yourself with merely one finger and you can’t move your eyes away from his needy cock, “M-Mhm…” You hum.

“Aww, baby…” Gojo coos. Then you were slipping two fingers into yourself and trying your best to get off along with him, “Look at your fingers tryin’ t’please you like how I do,” He cracks a smile, “Doesn’t feel the same, does it?”

Shaking your head, “N-No, ‘Toru. I need you.”

“Hahh, need you too baby,” Gojo moans, hand picking back up. The faintest plp plp plp followed his movements as bits of cum dripped from his cockhead and onto the floor, “Look at how fuckin’ hard I am cause of you.” He huffs just before glancing down to himself.

Ah, he was making a mess but he was a bit too dazed with arousal to pay any mind to it right now.

You bite your lip and hum before tipping your head back and shutting your eyes, “Mmmh…”

“M’gonna get home and fuck you til’ we both pass out, I swear.” Gojo huffs. His voice is airy and his hand is getting a bit messy now.

Your lips part and you exhale heavily, “Can’t wait.”

“Yeah? Y’can’t wait huh?” Your husband grunts, practically fucking his cock up into his hand at this point, “Maybe I’ll get ya' pregnant so I have an excuse not t’leave you like this.”

Your legs start to close a little and you moan, “Satoru, m-mgh…”

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” He groans pornographically into the air, “Wish I was cummin’ inside you, fuckin’ you nice ‘nd full, watchin’ you make a mess on me-, hahh… agh…” His lips quiver a bit as he gets close and he’s panting so hard that the camera is starting to fog up a little.

“T-Toru,” You whine for him— missing him oh so desperately now that you’re nearing your own orgasm.

“Yeah, mhm, m’here baby,” Gojo chants, breath heavy and hand jolting up and down his cock fervently, “C’mon, cum with me. You can do it f’me pretty girl.”

You’re nodding, he’s nodding— both of you are getting there together and whining each other’s names. Gojo’s veins are popping up on his hand with how tightly his gripping onto his cock and his mouth hangs open, eyelids heavy and vision blurring while he moans your name.

“Miss you so fuckin’ much,” Gojo groans finally before he glances to his phone to see you releasing all over your fingers— the sight leads him to cum right then and there with his kegs trembling slightly.

Fuck, he needed to get home soon.

★ Nanami Kento

You were surprised to walk in on your boss jerking off.

“Oh fuck,” Echoed into the air, his voice thick with lust as he hadn’t even noticed you’d entered his office yet.

With the way his desk was, you could see everything. His muscular thighs parted like a damn slut, cock barely tugged out of his slacks, big veiny hand working to bring himself to an orgasm.

Truth be told, it’s your fault he’s like this— his cute lil’ assistant, walking around in those tight ass skirts he’s asked you not to wear thousands of times over again. And yet you do it anyway. Maybe because you know where it gets you with your boss or maybe because you wanted a situation exactly like this.

Sure, he’s your boss but he’s also the same man that fucks you til’ you can’t walk straight whenever you request him to do so.

But this? Well, you’ve never been so aroused by walking in on a man pleasing himself before. It had to be his deep groans of your name or even the size of his cock and how it exceeded the size of his hand, how you could picture your own hands around it and how you know your hands would be so pale in comparison.

Nanami’s got his eyes shut and he’s huffing and puffing through his nose, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he stokes his cock. All he can think about is you and the way you bent over in front of him less than thirty minutes ago.

He had half a mind to call you into his office and tell you to bend over his desk the same way— thinking of fucking your tight cunt til’ you’re making too much noise and he has to shove two thick fingers in your mouth to shut you up.

“Fuuck,” It’s rare you even hear him curse so to hear his mouth so vulgar now has you swallowing hard before you lock his office door with a slight click following.

His eyes bat open and he doesn’t bother stopping because he already knew it was you who’d walked in, you’re the only one who does so without knocking.

“Sir?” You utter gently, making his face twist up in arousal.

“Here, now.” Is all he can grunt out to you.

You’re moving toward him obediently with your panties soaking the closer you get. “Mr.-“

“Kento,“ He utters, “Please, fuck-, just… hahh, say my name, sweetheart.”

“Kento,” You correct in a sultry tone, “I didn’t know you were… occupied in here. What if someone else walked in-“

Nanami rolls his eyes at you and then lets off a scoff, “No one but you would,” He huffs, “Now get on my desk.”

You freeze as you find yourself standing right beside his desk, “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself-, just…” He trails off a little once his eyes meet yours and you watch his lashes flutter while his brows pinch together, “Oh fuck, I need… hah, fuuck.”

You chew on your bottom lip before smirking and stepping past his desk, closer to him, “Need what, Ken? Get it out…” You whisper.

“Damn vixen,” Nanami groans as he tosses his head back.

Glancing down at his cock, you watch as his tip grows a bit white— cum peeping out from his fat cockhead and making you swallow thickly.

You then look back up to his face and start leaning down, placing your hands on the armrests of his chair to keep yourself up before uttering, “Do you want me to touch you?”

His response is instant, “God, yes.”

“How?” You murmur with a smirk, shifting your legs so that they straddle one of his, “How do you want me to touch you?”

Nanami opens his eyes and yet again and he grunts at how ridiculously close you are to him, “Anywhere.”

You tease, “Anywhere?”

“Yes, hurry up,” Nanami pleads. His voice nearly went desperate for you and you swore you heard something needy underlining in his tone.

Playing off of that, “Needy are we?” You comment before seating yourself on his thigh.

“Yes,” He gulps and begins to stammer while your arms wrap around his neck, “J-Just-“

Oh he can’t even finish his request before your lips are pressing into his neck and he’s groaning loudly. Cock aching for you whilst your lips move along his tensed skin. Each kiss from you earned groan after groan from him, the sound vibrating against his throat and his hand squeezing his cock tighter.

“Fuck,” Nanami curses yet again as you kiss below his sharp jawline.

“You’re one naughty man, y’know. Did you want me to catch you like this?” You murmur against his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses up to your voice.

Nodding and humming a carefully little, “Mhm,” In response, Nanami’s completely at your mercy now, silently begging for you to continue down the path you’re on.

You smile and glance down to his hand still working his cock, cunt clenching around nothing the longer you stare, “Ken…”

“Y-Yes?” He stutters a bit and mentally curses himself for it— he knows you’ll tease him more about it later.

Planting another kiss beneath his jaw, you chuckle, “You’re drippin’ onto the floor,” You utter so seductively that he just groans and throws his head back again. “Makin’ suuch a big mess all because of… what? Hm?”

“You,” He huffs, “You and that… that fucking skirt,” Nanami says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” You whisper with a slight smile still on your face, “If you have a problem with it you can always take it off of me.”

His free hand is gripping onto your waist faster than you have time to react and you let out a slight noise in surprise. Nanami’s lifting his head and angling himself to your neck, lips latching onto you as he lets out a groan like a man starved.

“Yeah?” He hushes out.

Then he’s pushing you back slightly and releasing his cock, both of you soon shoved to your feet with how quick and swift his movements are. He has you stumbling backwards until you bump into his desk and then there’s a hand grabbing at the side of your neck, tugging you into a deep kiss.

It’s hot and heavy, even as he pulls away from you and pants, lifting a thumb to drag your lower lip down, “Lay back and spread your legs for me then,” Nanami murmurs in that deep tone of his.

You gulp, “Sir, I-“

He cuts you off by slipping his thumb into your mouth, “You said I could get that skirt off of you. Don’t go back on your word and do as I said.”

Gazing at him for a singular moment longer, you lift yourself onto his desk and start parting your legs for the man. His thumb leaves your mouth and his finger is slightly wet as he places his palms to your thighs, slipping his grasp up to your hips and beneath that skirt of yours.

The fabric starts bundling up at you hips and you let out a sigh as you lean your upper half back.

Then, Nanami moves to tug at his tie and sends you a look of warning, “And don’t be too loud like last time… You don’t want others to hear how much of a slut you are behind closed doors, right?”

You release a scoff, “Says the man who was jerking off in his office.”

He freezes before smiling slightly, “Touché.”

[shyxcherry]

be quiet | jake

summary: you should've known better than to share a tent with your very needy boyfriend who wants to try something new while your camping with your friends.

pairing: establishedrelationship! jake x female!reader

warnings: fluff, whiny!jake, smut (cockwarming, unprotected sex, slight public sex?? they're in a tent)

word count: 1.3k

notes: a small jake drabble to start of writing for enhypen! requests are open if you have any requests. like and reblogs appreciated!

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

"please... baby i can't take it"

"jake, be quiet. people are going to hear you."

you knew this was a bad idea. do you regret it? not really. but how could you say no when your boyfriend practically begged you to let him try cock warming. he used the excuse that it was cold, so the two of you obviously needed to warm up by trying something you have told him countless times he was going to hate.

he picked the worst time to want to try it as well. on a camping trip with your friend group. most people were still by the water drinking, but some had already went to sleep like the two of you. or at least you were trying to when you felt jake's erection poking at your back.

you told him no at first when he asked for sex which turned him into a begging mess. then he begged you that he wouldn't move at all if you just let him stick it in. you told him he was going to hate it and no matter how much he begged, he wasn't allowed to move. he nodded eagerly, pulling down your pants just enough before slipping inside of you. his arms tightened around you once his hips touched yours, and you could already tell he was trying so hard not to move. he lasted for longer than you though, and by that, he lasted 5 minutes before begging you to let him move.

"please baby." he moaned into your ear, grinding his hips into yours. his hand trailing up your shirt, cupping at your breast causing you to sharply inhale at the feeling of his thumb running over your sensitive nipple. "i'll be quiet. i promise."

"i told you. i knew you wouldn't like it." you respond, trying to not push back against him when he grinded his hips again. "jake, stop moving."

"you were right. i need to move... please." jake groaned into your ear, placing his lips on your neck in the spots that he knew you loved. he felt you relax into his arms causing him to continue his attack, biting at the spot beneath your ear before running his tongue along the now red area. "baby... please. it hurts."

you shift in his arms, tilting your head to look back at him. his eyes were glazed over with lust, lips swollen from how hard he's been biting them. your hand brushed over his cheek, and you smiled as he melted into your touch. you grip his cheeks before making him look at you. "if you make a single sound, we're stopping."

"i love you." his lips collided with yours as he finally moved properly, slowly pulling out before pushing back into you. he groaned quietly into your mouth, hands tightening on your waist, nails digging into your skin as he pulled you to meet his every thrust. he kept his pace slow, allowing you feel every inch of him as he eased in and out of you. his lips sucked on your lower lip before he moved his head into your neck. "god, you feel so good baby. the way you squeeze around me- fuck."

"quiet jake." you scolded, though you were in the same boat as him, biting your lips to avoid making any noise. your head fell back against his shoulder, back arching as his hand started massaging your breasts, rolling your hardened nipped between his fingers.

"i'm sorry baby. you just feel- mhm... please don't make me stop." his whines were low since he was hiding in your neck, kissing and marking every inch of your expose neck and shoulder. he bit your pulse point, hips snapping against yours when you tighten around him. his hand pinched your nipple causing you to gasp as you squirm in his arms. "i can't keep quiet if you keep doing that, baby."

you lift up your arm, running your hands through the long strands before pulling when he sped up his pace. he was starting to lose himself which he often did the closer he got. his groans became more frequent, slightly raising in pitch. "jake..."

"i know. i can't help it." he practically moaned into your ear. his hands left your breasts, trailing down your stomach before flicking your clit making you jump in his hold. he pushed down on the sensitive bud causing you to bite down on your tongue when a small groan slipped out. "it feels just as good for you, doesn't it baby?" you nod your head, burying your face into the sleeping bag, so you don't make any noise. he smiled at your reaction, kissing up your neck before biting your ear lobe. he speeds up his fingers on your clit, groaning when you squeeze him. "god, baby. you feel like heaven."

"jake... please." you whisper, and jake looses it. he leans over your side, finding your lips in a urgent kiss. his tongue shoves its way into your mouth, swallowing every little sound you tried to hide. your thighs clamped around his hand when he rolled your clit between his index finger and thumb.

"don't shut me out baby." he muttered, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away for just a second. "you want me to make you feel good, don't you?"

as soon as you nodded your head, his mouth was back on yours. the kiss was messy, saliva running down your chin as jake's hips met yours. you could hear the sound of your hips meeting, but you honestly couldn't care anymore. not when you were so close to your release. jake hummed into your mouth when you grabbed his wrist, a sign that you were close. "come for me baby. please don't make me wait any longer."

his lips slammed onto yours when you nearly cried out his name as you fell apart in his arms. jake groaned at the feeling, feeling his dick twitch as you squeeze around him as your climax takes over you. "jake..."

"fuck, baby." he whined against your lips, barely lasting a few thrusts. he buries his head in your neck, groaning out as he spills inside of you. he kisses along the side of your jaw as the two of you catch your breaths, kissing the corner of your mouth. you turn your head towards him, lips brushing his before he presses them to yours. "i love you."

"i love you too, you needy baby." jake laughs at your teasing, kissing your cheek before moving to get the two of you cleaned up. he helped you back into your clothes, hands lingering on your skin to long causing you to smack him.

"you can't blame me. if you were in my shoes, you would be the exact same."

you roll your eyes. "you act like i haven't been drooling over you since you took off your shirt earlier."

you opened your legs when jake kneeled in front of you, and he took the opportunity to hover over you. his eyes trailed over your face down to your swollen lips to your neck where it was red from him. he sighed, kissing you before rolling over on his back. "if i keep looking at you, i'm going to get hard again."

"like i said, needy baby." you moved onto your side, throwing your leg over his before laying your head on his chest. he instantly pulled you closer into his side, draping his arm on your shoulder before playing with your hair.

"you know you wouldn't have it any other way, baby." you smiled up at him at his words, reaching up before kissing his cheek before laying back down. you laughed when you heard a small whine fall past his lips because you didn't kiss them. you look back up to see him pouting causing you to actually kiss him this time. he smiled into the kiss, kissing your forehead when you pulled away.

"you're right." you mumble right before you fell asleep. "i wouldn't have it any other way."

[girlinterupptedsblog]

You send your best friend nudes on aciddent

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader (Best Friends)

Summary: you wanted ro send nudes to guy you were talking to and without even realizing you sended them to rafe. He shows up at your house and he fucks you pretty

Warnings:(Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough, raw, and unprotected sex, Best friends-to-lovers tension, Possessiveness/jealousy, Strong language, Slight dominance themes, Mentions of nudes/sexting, Brief edging/denial)

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Your house was too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that made you restless, forcing you to find something—anything—to keep yourself occupied.

You had already scrolled through every possible social media feed, tried binge-watching a show, and even considered taking a nap, but nothing seemed to cure the boredom eating at you. The guy you’d been talking to—the one you had a… thing with—hadn't texted you all day, and for some reason, that only annoyed you more.

With a sigh, you plopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling before an idea popped into your head. A reckless, stupid idea. But an exciting one.

Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app, biting your lip as you hesitated. Then, without thinking too hard about it, you started posing, taking pictures of yourself—fully naked.

The longer you did it, the more confident you became, experimenting with angles, capturing the way the dim lighting cast shadows over your skin. By the time you finished, you were beyond pleased with how good you looked.

Your finger hovered over the screen as you scrolled through the pictures, feeling the rush of power that came with it. Maybe if you sent them to him—the guy you’d been talking to—he’d finally give you the attention you deserved.

Without another thought, you selected a few of your best shots and hit send.

The moment was thrilling. You smirked to yourself, placing your phone aside as you basked in the satisfaction of it all. You left your phone unattended for a while, assuming he’d take his time responding, so you didn’t bother checking right away.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone to see if he had replied, that your stomach dropped.

36 new messages.

But they weren’t from him.

They were from Rafe.

Your heart stopped. Your entire body froze as dread crept up your spine. Confusion clouded your mind until you clicked on his name, your blood running cold as you read the first message.

Rafe: Tell me you didn’t just send that to me.

Your breath hitched. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you scrolled.

Rafe: Are you serious right now?

Rafe: Fucking answer me.

Rafe: Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

Rafe: Are you out of your mind?

Panic overtook your senses as you finally understood what had happened. Your fingers shook as you scrolled up, only to confirm your worst nightmare.

You hadn’t sent those pictures to the guy you’d been talking to.

You had sent them to Rafe.

Your best friend.

The same Rafe who had seen you at your worst, who had been there through everything, who—until now—had never seen you like that.

You felt sick.

Rafe: I swear to fucking God, tell me that was a mistake.

Rafe: Are you ignoring me on purpose?

Rafe: Do you even realize what you just did?

You stared at the messages, paralyzed with horror, your mind racing with what to do. There was no taking it back. No pretending it never happened.

Your phone buzzed again, and another text popped up.

Rafe: I’m coming over.

Your stomach flipped.

Oh. Fuck.

You barely had time to process the messages before loud, impatient knocking shook your front door. Your heart jumped into your throat.

Shit.

Rafe was already here.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled off your bed. You weren’t even dressed—still completely bare from your little photoshoot. With no time to properly throw on clothes, you grabbed the first thing within reach—an oversized shirt that smelled faintly of cologne. Rafe’s cologne. It was probably his shirt, one he had left behind on one of the countless nights he crashed at your place.

You barely managed to pull it over your head, the hem brushing mid-thigh, before the knocking got louder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Open the damn door."

His voice was sharp, edged with something you couldn’t quite place—urgency, frustration… something more.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the shirt, schooling your expression into something nonchalant. Like you didn’t just send your best friend a full spread of naked pictures. Like you weren’t freaking the fuck out inside.

You swung the door open, greeting him with a bright, innocent smile. "Hey, Rafe."

His eyes flickered over you immediately, scanning your barely covered frame. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. "You’re fucking joking."

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "About what?"

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a sharp breath before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. "Don't do that. Don't act like you didn't just—" He stopped himself, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his eyes dragged down your body again, lingering on your bare legs.

You crossed your arms, biting back a smirk. "Didn't just what?"

His jaw ticked. "Send me those pictures."

You shrugged. "It was an accident."

His blue eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous. "An accident?" He took a step closer, forcing you back slightly. "Tell me, how exactly do you 'accidentally' send someone half a dozen nude pictures?"

You swallowed hard, nerves creeping up your spine, but you refused to back down. You weren’t about to let him see how flustered you were. "I meant to send them to someone else."

His expression darkened, something flickering behind his eyes at your words. His voice dropped, lower, rougher. "Yeah? Who?"

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly, saying his name—the guy you’d been talking to—felt wrong. The way Rafe was looking at you, staring through you like he was barely holding himself together, made your stomach twist in a way you weren’t prepared for.

His fingers twitched at his side. "Who were they meant for?"

You hesitated. "It doesn’t matter."

"Like hell it doesn’t," Rafe snapped, stepping in again, this time leaving no space between you. Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his chest barely brushing yours. His gaze flicked to your lips for a fraction of a second before locking onto your eyes again. "You were really about to send those to some other guy?"

Your mouth felt dry. You blinked up at him, struggling to find your voice. "It’s not a big deal—"

His laugh was humorless. "Not a big deal?" His fingers curled at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. "You seriously don’t get it, do you?"

"Get what?" You whispered.

Rafe exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched so tightly you swore he might break his teeth. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Don’t ever send shit like that to another guy." His voice was low, dangerously soft. "Not when you have me."

Your heart stuttered. "Rafe—"

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly like he was at war with himself. His grip on your chin tightened just enough to make you dizzy. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

You swallowed, your skin buzzing under his touch. "I—"

"You think I didn’t like it?" He scoffed, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "You think I’m mad because I didn’t want to see you like that?"

Your stomach flipped.

He leaned in, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I’m mad because now I can't stop fucking thinking about it."

A sharp breath left your lungs.

His other hand trailed down, gripping the hem of your—his—shirt. His fingers brushed against your bare thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The second you didn’t tell him to stop, Rafe took that as a green light.

Before you could process it, his hands gripped your waist, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the floor. A startled gasp left your lips as he placed you on the nearest surface—the hallway counter—knocking over a few things in the process.

Your legs instinctively spread, your oversized shirt riding up your thighs, exposing just how bare you were beneath it.

Rafe wasn’t blind. He saw everything.

And fuck, he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice how worked up you already were.

A dark smirk tugged at his lips as his hands slid up your thighs, fingers tracing your soft skin. "You didn’t even think about putting something on, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Almost like you wanted me to see you like this."

Heat crawled up your neck, but before you could snap back, his fingers were already moving.

Without hesitation, he slipped between your thighs, brushing against your slick heat. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as he ran two fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet you were for him.

"Shit," Rafe groaned under his breath. "Look at you."

Your head tilted back slightly, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he teased you, his fingers barely dipping into you before pulling away again. Your hips bucked slightly, chasing the friction, and he chuckled.

"Needy, huh?"

"Rafe—" Your voice was a quiet plea, but he wasn’t feeling merciful tonight.

He pushed two fingers inside you with ease, the stretch making you gasp. He wasted no time, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that spot that made your entire body shudder.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. "Fuck, you’re already squeezing me."

Your legs twitched, the pleasure overwhelming as he pumped his fingers inside you, slow but deliberate. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small, calculated circles that made you whimper.

"Bet you weren’t even thinking about that guy when you took those pictures," he taunted, his pace never faltering. "Bet you were thinking about me."

You didn’t answer, but your body betrayed you—the way you clenched around his fingers, the way your thighs trembled.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours, but never closing the distance. "Say it," he murmured. "Tell me who you really wanted to send them to."

Your pride held on, but your body was already giving him the answer.

You didn’t answer his question. You couldn’t. Saying it out loud would mean admitting it—to him, to yourself. That you never meant for those pictures to go to anyone but him. That the only person you wanted to see you like this, touch you like this, was Rafe.

But your silence didn’t matter. Your body told him everything he needed to know.

You gasped, yanking his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you before you could tumble over the edge. Rafe’s brows furrowed, his fingers glistening in the dim light, but before he could question it, your hands found his waistband, tugging at his jeans.

He let out a low chuckle, but it was rough, almost breathless. "That desperate, huh?"

You ignored him, too focused on shoving his jeans down. The second they pooled around his ankles, you took a moment—your breath hitching as you took him in.

Fuck.

You already knew he was big, but seeing it—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip—had you swallowing hard.

Rafe didn’t give you time to think. He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the counter, spreading you wider. He didn’t bother with teasing or stretching you any further—he knew you could take it.

And you did.

The moment he pushed inside, a strangled moan left your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders.

"Shit," Rafe gritted, his fingers digging into your skin as he bottomed out in one sharp thrust.

It was rough. Raw. Deep.

He didn’t give you time to adjust—he pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, knocking the breath from your lungs. The counter rattled beneath you with every thrust, his grip bruising, his pace relentless.

"Look at you," he groaned, watching the way your body took him, how you clenched around him with every movement. "This is what you wanted, huh? Not him—me."

Your nails scraped down his back, a broken moan escaping as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.

"You feel that?" Rafe panted, his forehead pressing against yours. "This is mine. You're mine."

You couldn’t even argue.

Not when you were falling apart around him, your body trembling as you came, his name spilling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew.

And Rafe? He followed right after, burying himself deep, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, claiming you in every way possible.

[the-shedevil-writes]

Country Girl (Shake It For Me) (Bob Floyd x Reader)

PAIRING: Bob Floyd x Reader DESCRIPTION: After admitting to everyone that you wanted to learn how to country line dance, Hangman decides to help teach you. When the Dagger Squad goes to a local country bar to show off your newfound moves, your timid but supportive boyfriend, Bob Floyd, gets a hell of a show. WORD COUNT: 3.8k WARNINGS: Swearing, Suggestive but no smut, Cowboy hat rule, Sexy dancing hehe NOTES: I've never written Y/N or reader fanfic before so this is a first attempt. (I just used a name and then edited after). MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3!

It all started that night at The Hard Deck. A few months after the uranium mine strike, the Dagger Squad, now including honorary Dagger Y/N, sat around a beach campfire outside the bar. The night sky was filled with stars that blanketed over the group. And the cool North Island sea breeze ran straight through them, but that’s what the fire was for. 

She listened with genuine interest. They were on the subject of bucket lists, and she observed as they went around sharing ideas. She adjusted in her uncomfortable lawn chair and stretched a little, capturing the attention of her boyfriend, Bob Floyd. 

“You okay? Wanna switch chairs?” He asked, always so attentive. He was sitting in a sturdier wooden chair that didn’t slip in the sand as much as hers did. And of course, he noticed. Bob noticed everything that would appear so insignificant to anybody else. Every minor detail. That’s probably what made him a great WSO. He could take note of multiple screens and all the differing information needed for the jet to operate. 

They’d been dating for over four months now, and she felt like she was truly and properly falling in love with this man. She hadn’t wanted to rush things… but with a man like that? It was hard not to.

She shook her head. “No, I’m alright. Thank you, though.” She said, smiling, as she reached out and squeezed his hand.

“Oh. I’d love to hike a bunch of the famous mountains. Everest. Fuji. Rainier.” Rooster explained.

“Do you know how much training you gotta go through to do Everest?” Phoenix asked with raised brows, looking skeptical. Then she busted out into a grin. “I do. Took me a year of training.” She took a sip of her beer and made an L with her other hand.

Rooster rolled his eyes. “Okay, stay humble.”

“I wanna travel across South America-” Hangman said.

“Because they have the best chicks there.” Fanboy finished.

“Look, I wasn’t gonna say-” The blonde responded with a shit-eating grin, raising his hands. “But bingo.”

Phoenix and Rooster rolled their eyes. 

She and Hangman had had a rocky start to their friendship. She had despised him at first. He was cocky, arrogant and every other synonym for annoying. She couldn’t stand his flirts and quips… Especially knowing that he left Bob and Phoenix in the dust, beginning of training. But then she got to know him. And when you actually became his friend, he’d slowly let down the facade. Yeah, he was still a smug son of a bitch. But he becomes fun, caring, and as much as he’d protest, selfless. 

“How ‘bout you, Bob?” Rooster asked, switching the conversation. 

She was leaned over the arm of his chair. She looked up at him, wondering what his answer was. He looked down at her, smiled softly, then looked up at the rest.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I just wanna have that American dream, you know? With the house and- and the kids, and the dog.” He stammered through the middle part, clearly trying to brush over the obvious. It was way too early in their relationship to have a serious conversation about it. But it made her heart flutter anyway.

“Isn’t that everybody’s goal, though? Does that count?” Payback asked

Hangman scoffed, “Sure ain’t mine.” He said, sipping his beer. 

Phoenix’s eyes squinted at Y/N, observing her. “You’ve been awfully quiet over there. What’s on your bucket list?”

A blush immediately covered her face. She smiled bashfully and kicked her feet into the sand. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” 

Hangman leaned in, “Well, now you have to tell us.”

“But all of your guys’ goals were so cool! I’m gonna look dumb.”

Bob squeezed her hand, “You won’t look dumb.” He reassured.

Rooster put his hands up. “Hey, Phoenix has been making me look dumb all night, so if anything, you’ll at least be above me.” 

“See, you’re right, Rooster. You do look dumb.” Phoenix quipped. He looked around like he had just been shot. She nodded reassuringly,  “Come on, just tell us.”

She sighed, and a pursed smile came up as she glanced away, embarrassed. “I-I wanna country line dance.” She admitted in a small voice.

There was a small silence before a few laughs finally sputtered out. She covered her blushing face. “Don’t laugh at me!” She squealed, though she was also laughing.

Hangman’s head had perked up at her answer, “But didn’t you say you’re from Alabama?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but I was never really in that crowd. Like, I never went to the rodeos or the country bars. Hell, I was outta there by eighteen.” 

There was a short stillness as people thought about what to say, but Hangman looked her dead in the eye. “Let’s do it.” 

Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re looking at a red-blooded Texan. Let’s do it. I’ll teach you to line dance.” Hangman said, which made Rooster laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Rooster, coming down from his initial cackle, sighed, “Nothing. Nothing. Just the image of you in a little cowboy hat and holster flashed in my mind-” He broke again, which made everybody else burst out laughing. 

She looked at him and smiled. “Okay, Seresin. Let’s check it off my bucket list.”

She and Hangman started practicing before nights at The Hard Deck. She felt awkward and clumsy, but he was a decent teacher. It was clear he had done this before and had a couple of dances still memorized. 

She picked up the steps by themselves pretty easily. When Bob would stay over at her house, he’d come and find her doing a grape vine in the kitchen. Or trying to do a triple step when she had a moment alone. He found it cute, and he’d try not to startle her. Because the second she saw him, she’d stop, feeling embarrassed. The problem was combining them all and remembering how they went, which she found difficult. 

One night, she laid on the couch with Bob. Well, she laid practically and completely on top of him. Her chin sat on the top of her hands while they rested on his chest. So when he spoke, the vibrations would send up her face. He craned his neck down to look at her.

“So, when do I get to see these dance moves, huh?” He asked gently, reaching up and brushing some stray hairs out of her face.

“Hangman and I are planning an outing where we all go check out this country bar downtown.” She said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

Then she suddenly remembered. “OH!” Her eyes widened, and she hopped off of him. He sighed, missing the comforting weight of her body.

“What’s up?” He called out, sitting up, looking around for her. 

“I told my mama about the line dancing and…” She echoed from her bedroom.

After a second, she stepped out in a pair of brown cowboy boots and an alabaster cowboy hat. It looked… a little ridiculous paired with her pajama shorts and tank top. But the smile that grew on Bob’s face was genuine. “Ta da! She sent me these.”

He chuckled. “Well, look at you.” 

“They’re my old ones from high school.” She gestured to the boots. “I’m surprised they still fit and aren’t falling to pieces, honestly.”

Bob got off the couch and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and then gently lifted the lid of her cowboy hat. “You know, I’ve never met a real-life cowgirl before.” He said with a lilt in his tone.

“That’s right, Lemoore.” She teased, knowing he grew up in California. “I’m having so much fun. Reminds me of home.” 

They both knew that she had been homesick lately. It was just part of the work they both did. Being a pilot and being a medic, hopping from place to place was normal. But she had been in a lot of rural states so far. San Diego felt like her first real city, and it was so different from the small town smack dab in the middle of Alabama. They felt like polar opposites. 

“That’s good,” Bob said, his voice gentle. “I’m glad.” He rested his hand on the side of her face and brushed his thumb against her cheek.

It would be a lie to say that Bob wasn’t slightly nervous about her taking dancing lessons from Hangman of all people. He was cool and suave… though granted, also an asshole. But at the end of the day, he trusted her. He knew that she’d always come back home to him, excited to cling to him while watching a movie. (Inevitably always falling asleep in his lap).  Plus, Jake had left all that flirting behind once they came out about their relationship. So really, he had nothing to worry about.

It was just the comparisons in his brain that got to him sometimes. Why would she choose him? Out of all his objectively ripped and smooth squad buddies, why him? Bob with the Navy prescriptive glasses, and an utter lack of romantic experience at 30.

But then she kissed him, breaking him out of his thoughts. His mind always emptied when she did that. It was like he’d short-circuit, and all the logic in his brain would go out the door. There was no way to think when all he could smell was her mango shampoo, and all he could taste was her cherry chapstick.

“You sleeping over tonight?” She asked, looking up at him, cowboy hat still on.

He nodded, anxieties gone. “I’d like that.” He said breathlessly.

The next week passed, and finally, the group walked up to Brass & Boots, a country bar not too far from the base. It was a smaller group today. Just Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, and of course Y/N, who was practically jumping with excitement as she held Bob’s hand. She was wearing a small gingham top with a pair of boot-cut jeans that hugged her curves just right. Of course, with the white cowboy hat and the boots her mother sent. 

Bob was already having a hard time not staring at those jeans. He was used to seeing her in loose denim shorts or scrubs. The pants fit her like a second skin, and if he looked at them too long, his heart would literally stop.

“You excited to check something off your bucket list?” Rooster asked

She nodded with a big smile. “Incredibly so.”

“You guys won’t wanna miss it.” Jake said with a smirk, “She’s good.” 

“Figured that as much. We all see her dancing circles around us at Hard Deck already.” Phoenix added, making her blush. 

As they walked up the wooden steps of the place, they took in the atmosphere. It was definitely country-inspired. The building itself was dark-stained wood, giving it a cabin-like look. A few benches sat on the porch outside, and trinkets and tchotchkes lined the walls. The sound of a slow classic country song boomed from a speaker inside. 

“So uh- how does this all work?” Bob asked curiously before they stepped inside. 

Hangman turned to look at him. “Well, it’s just like Hard Deck. Only the dance floor is for people who are learning the dance or already know it. But it’s not like you guys are very eager to dance at Hard Deck anyway.”

Bob nodded. Y/N and sometimes Rooster were the only people to dance at Hard Deck. Usually, Bob would join her, but he also spent a lot of his time with the squadron playing pool on the sidelines. 

It seemed like he’d just be watching tonight. But he didn’t mind- watching her dance was one of his favorite things to do. So the prospect of the night already sounded fantastic.

They walked into the bar, and it wasn’t too crowded. A country dive bar in the city wasn’t going to be. Her eyes lit up, taking in the scenery. Even though her upbringing wasn’t on a ranch or a shooting range, she took comfort in seeing the rustic decor. A wagon wheel hung above near the bar, holding lights. The Texas flag hung right next to the California one, and the whole inner walls had state license plates stuck in rows. Neon signs of cowboys and bulls lit the dance floor, which had a few older people dancing. This was just what she needed to be reminded of home. 

The group all found a table close enough to the dance floor and the bar, so both were within reach. Right as they were all sitting down, the familiar guitar strums of Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain played. Hangman and Y/N froze and looked at each other with growing smiles. 

Hangman stood back up and looked down at the group. “First dance of the night, ya’ll ready?” He asked, not even waiting for an answer before heading to the dance floor with Y/N following. 

It was the first dance that Jake had taught her. It was simple enough, slow enough, and she loved the song. That was a big proponent. 

As the verse finally started, they started the steps. Jake was… way too good at this. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob watched with wide eyes.

“You’re telling me that Hangman could dance this whole time?” Phoenix asked

“Well, I don’t think he’s exactly in the mood to look this dorky at Hard Deck.” Roosted chuckled.

But Bob wasn’t even focused on Jake. He watched as his girlfriend followed the steps, sometimes looking at Hangman for reminders. But as the chorus started to hit, she looked over at Bob with an excited smile that melted his heart. She was so cute, and honestly, outdancing most of the older people in the bar. The steps felt much more natural during the chorus. So she wasn’t just simply kicking, jumping, and moving her feet; she was adding energy and variation to how she did the moves. She gave more effort than the older men and women who surrounded her. Patrons around the squad watched the two, the newcomers who were blowing this out of the water. Her enthusiasm alone could’ve carried her through the performance. 

“WOOO!” Bob yelled out, clapping his hands. 

When she heard him over the music, she burst out laughing and fell behind slightly before catching up to Hangman next to her. 

As the song came to an end, Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster were the loudest cheerers. Jake and Y/N walked back a little out of breath.

“I’m requesting this song at Hard Deck next time,” Rooster said

“I’ll kill you,” Jake replied before holding his hand out for her to high-five him. “Bucket list item achieved.”

She high-fived him and ran over to tackle Bob in a hug. “What’d you think? Did I do good?” She asked, pulling away, revealing the big grin on her face.

“Better than good, baby. Jesus Christ.” He replied, laughing, shaking his head a little in disbelief. “You look like you’ve done this your whole life.” 

“Well, just you wait- there’s more.” She said with a mischievous smile on her face. 

Jake nodded, overhearing as he sipped his beer. “Oh yeah. Your girl’s a quick learner, Floyd. We learned a few.” 

And that they had. Throughout the night, anytime a song they had learned played, her and Hangman would immediately get up to run to the dance floor. Even if they were in the middle of talking, one of them would point to the ceiling and tilt their head with a smirk. 

What Bob felt best about was that anytime a guy would try to get too close to her, Jake would quickly spin and put himself between them on the floor. If you had told him a few months ago that he would be grateful for Jake Seresin, he wouldn’t have believed it. With her on the floor, of course, she captured almost every guy in the room’s attention. That anxiety in him picked up a little, but every time he’d see her twirl and look at him with a proud smile, it would calm down.

It reached a later point in the night, and they all sat around the table, drinking and laughing. Bob loved having Y/N sitting right next to him, happily singing along to the music she grew up with. 

“Hangman, where’d you learn how to do all this?” Phoenix asked curiously

He shrugged, “Mom made me learn growing up. Family events and gatherings. She even had me in lessons for a few years.”

“That explains it,” Rooster said, nodding. “It’s weird seeing you excel at something that isn’t pissing me off.” 

He shrugged again, then some notes on the electric guitar made Y/N’s head perk up. Bob noticed with a small smile.

“What? Another song from growing up?” He asked 

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Watch this one.” Before getting up and heading to the dance floor. 

He had technically watched every dance she did, but something about the way she said it piqued his curiosity. Jake’s eyes widened as he recognized the song and watched her walk over to the dance floor. 

“Guys, I have a feeling we’re gonna want a better view,” Jake said, getting up and leading everyone to stand by the bar. Bob’s brows furrowed, but he followed him. 

The intro of Country Girl (Shake It For Me) by Luke Bryan played. She stomped her feet to the beat, anticipating the dance.

“You’re not gonna join her in this one?” Phoenix asked, looking up at Hangman.

“Uhhhh. That’s gonna be a no.” He said ominously.

As the verse of the song started, it was already clear why. The dance was a lot more feminine as she started strutting down the dance floor, her hair flowing with her. It started out innocently enough, with a few heel kicks and stomps. She already had Bob’s full attention from just that. But then she started moving looser and swaying her hips, and all the blood rushed to Bob’s face. He couldn’t hide his stare as she leaned over, shaking her thighs. 

Rooster’s eyes widened in a protective anger. “Jake, you taught her this?!” He asked. 

The four of them just stared. Rooster worried. Jake surprised. Phoenix impressed. And Bob trying not to pass out. 

“No- I uh- I think she taught herself this one. Cause I definitely didn’t teach her how to do-” Jake started.

Just then, she just did what the song said to do. Shake it. The denim hugged her body, but it wasn’t stiff and let her move in tantalizing ways that they had never seen her do before. 

“That.” He said

 Her hips and ass moving like that? In those jeans? With her hair flowing, and her top that low cut? Bob was mesmerized. His jaw dropped slightly as his face glowed pink. He always found her sexy, don’t get him wrong, but he didn’t anticipate country line dancing night to be this life-changing. 

She took her hat off for a second and waved it in the air as she turned slowly, arching her back, adding a flare to the dance. And it wasn’t like the dance was incredibly slow and sensual. No, she was rocking her body to the fast beat. Which made this an intense experience for timid Bob. 

Bob swallowed- suddenly, the bar felt sweltering hot, and the collar of his T-shirt felt like it was choking him. The once loud and cheering Bob was reduced to a silent, bashful man who didn’t know what to do with himself. It was like he was seeing her for the first time again, but times that feeling by a million.

Rooster and Hangman looked over and stifled their laughs at Bob’s reaction. They didn’t want him to notice as Rooster sneakily pulled out his phone and hit record. At first, the camera was set on her as she danced to the chorus.

“Country girl, shake it for me, girl. Shake it for me, girl. Shake it for me.”

Then they panned to Bob, who swallowed nervously like a cartoon character. And that made Rooster and Hangman absolutely lose it, breaking Bob’s attention as he noticed the camera. He widened his eyes.

“GUYS!” He cried exasperated.

But Rooster and Hangman were holding onto each other, laughing. Bob returned his attention to his girlfriend with a little more self-consciousness. 

Even though she was putting on the performance of a lifetime, it was clear she was having fun. To Bob, she outshone all the girls there, but she was also talking and laughing with a few of the other girls next to her as they danced in sync. She was having so much fun, and he was glad to see her so happy.

She ended the song on a spin and clapped with all the other girls on the dance floor. Then she ran over to Bob, just like she had done after all the other dances. 

“So, did you like it?” She asked, out of breath, with her hands on her hips.

Bob didn’t even know what to say. 

“Where’d you learn that one?” Jake asked, completely shocked.

“Online!” She said chipper. She looked at Bob’s starstruck expression and giggled. “You okay, baby?” 

He nodded with wide eyes, then dragged his hands down his face. “Y-yeah-yeah- Just… wow. Just wow.” He stammered.

“I think he’s more than okay.” Rooster chuckled, moving to order a drink at the bar with Phoenix. 

She moved in closer, proud of herself for making Bob this much of a mess. She put one arm on his shoulder, then took off her hat, and placed it on his head.

“Uh, Y/N-” Hangman started, “You do know about the-”

“The cowboy hat rule? Yes. Yes, I do.” She nodded proudly, not taking her eyes off Bob. God, he looked really good in that hat. It fit his face perfectly, and she was starting to get closer to how Bob was feeling just from that. 

Hangman shook his head with a smirk. “Good luck, buddy.” He huffed, patting Bob’s back and walking towards the rest of their group.

He looked around confused. So much was going on while his whole body felt like it had been lit on fire. 

“Cowboy hat rule? What’s the cowboy hat rule?” He asked, confused.

“Well…” She said, “If you put a hat on someone else, it means you want to go home with them.” She said, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You know, save a horse ride a cowgirl?” 

The surprise on Bob’s face was comical. He nodded quickly, “Yeah, I think I like that rule.” He said, making her laugh.

“You’re so cute.” She teased before leaning in and kissing him in front of everybody there. 

Bob’s anxieties were completely buried. He felt a newfound confidence that the hottest woman in the bar had claimed him as hers. He wrapped his arms around her and didn’t have a care in the world. Screw all the other guys. She chose him. 

[nanamiskentos]

♩ (mdni) abstract — semi-public sex, in a library, fwb, canon!gojo x afab!reader

fwb!gojo satoru who's the cockiest man that you've ever seen. sure he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern day and age. and he's a good teacher to his students. but he doesn't give a fuck about deadlines, or being a decent coworker, or being polite and quiet in the staffroom — and it's enough to send you up the wall.

he also doesn't give a fuck about being quiet when he's drilling his solid inches into you. gojo clearly doesn't care for noise when he's got bruising fingertips pressed into your hips. when he's got your staff uniform pulled to the side so the fat tip of his cock can slap thick wisps of pre against your clit.

"ya' can feel that right, sweets," gojo's chuckling, teasing and so full of himself as he sees you sink your teeth into your lower lip, trying to keep your whines quiet, huffing and snapping at the shell of his ear.

"y'know we hafta' be quiet, right, mmph — satoru!" you don't get to finish admonishing him because he swallows your concerns in a messy kiss, all clashing teeth and tongue as he slowly pushes his fat tip past your glossy, winking entrance.

and what a sight, to know that this is how you can undo the most powerful man to walk the earth, to see his pale-pink lips drop open as his blue eyes glaze over. to know that he's losing himself in the tight heat of your pretty cunt, and he's not even halfway in yet.

"s-sorry, what was that, sweets?" he's gasping into the crook of your neck, a large hand on your thigh, manoeuvring your leg wider so he can slot his frame in between your legs, "didn't quite catch t-that, woah. it's like she's got magical powers or something." all sleazy grins and bashful smirks as he pats at the mound of your groin, right where his own hips are now tacked to yours, glistening.

"charming, satoru," you breathe out, trying not to let on that you're just as affected as he is, "b-but the students, they're gonna — hnngh," your words are cut off as he bottoms out with a slick pop! but you're never one to give up, digging your nails into the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. you thread your fingers into the soft hairs of his undercut, letting satoru practically purr above you, "they could walk in any minute, don'tcha think?"

it's clear that it's not a pressing concern to gojo right now, because he just suddenly leans back, rolling his hips slowly into yours so each angry and thick vein must be swabbing your insides, "ya' think too much, sweets. there's, hah, none on campus right n-now," and he bestows a shiny, spit-slick kiss upon your waiting lips again, "it's just you and me, ohhh — and her 'course."

you respond with a strong clench of your gummy walls around his cock, and the hand that wasn't holding your thigh up ends up slamming down hard on the oaken desk, sending books and stray papers to the floor as he huffs, "w-whoops, yer' just takin' me in sooo good, fuck, i really needed this sweets, ya' got no idea. stupid higher ups got me run dry. and you looked s-so damn good in that meeting, couldn't focus," and he's babbling now, "couldn't focus and knew i had to sneak ya' back out here, get you on my cock."

you swipe a thumb over his candy lips, all mint and sugar, as you mewl in pleasure, having him batter your guts over and over so you're imprinted against his sculpted abdomen, "you gon' pull outta me if i make a stupid joke about me milking you dry?" and gojo snickers but it quickly turns into a breathy moan, "tch, ya' don't think that's w-what i want? always so good at doin' this. why don't ya' just let me take you out properly?"

[avis-writeshq]

hi ! love ur fics <3

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff

im sorry if that was the stupidest described ask ever achh but lov u !

pairing: s9!spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, bombshell-ish(?) reader, fluff warnings: 16+ for kind of suggestive? he’s so in love UGH a/n: thank you for requesting !! wc: 1.22k

Spencer thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. He thinks that you’re glowing every time you walk into the room– no matter how upset or disgruntled you may be– and as cliche as it may seem, he’s certain that swarms butterflies fill his stomach and cloud his mind. In fact, he thinks that you have always had that effect on him, ever since he’s met you. You’re touchy, and despite Spencer’s general aversion to physical touch, he finds that he doesn’t mind your germs much. 

Very often he finds himself at your mercy, with the way your fingers brush against his face as if it’s nothing, as if that movement alone was something that you do with everyone (you’ve only ever done it with him). There are other instances where you’ve been very blatant in your attraction towards him, so much so that he ends up with his cheeks hot more often than not. A part of him is grateful that though you work in the FBI, it isn’t his division. He doubts he’d be able to see the end of it.

“Spencer,” you gush, curling your fingers into the ends of his hair. Or rather, lack of hair. “You got a haircut. You’re supposed to consult me first, you know.”

He laughs, looking up at you as you stand over him while he sits at his desk. “Is that what a good boyfriend is supposed to do?”

“Yes.” You speak with mock indignation, properly running your fingers through his hair from his fringe to the back of his head. “It’s so short.”

“Do you hate it?” There’s a momentary pang of unease that strikes at his heart. “Maybe I should have consulted you.”

“No, baby, it looks really good.” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You’re warm. Do you have a fever?”

Of course I’m warm, Spencer wants to say while you continue to dote on him, your hands travelling to his collar next and brushing against his throat. You’re touching me in the middle of the bullpen. 

He opts to not say anything when he sees your knowing smile. You’re doing this on purpose. He clicks his tongue, squeezing at your waist lightly as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. He’ll let you win this battle; he’s going to get you back.

***

He doesn’t really know how to get you back. There are a few harmless things he’d thought of doing: sneaking into your department and hiding your mug on the top shelf (he fears that you’d ask someone, a taller more handsome someone, to rescue it for you), not wearing the tie you picked out for him that morning (he can already envision your disappointed frown and his chest aches at the imaginary you getting upset because of him), and putting toothpaste in your Oreos (he doesn’t want to die). 

All of these ideas go down the drain and he ends up not getting back at you for days. It doesn’t help that he’s been gone for a case while you’ve been stuck at home. It isn’t all bad, and a part of him wishes that he can hold himself to the same level of confidence as Derek when Penelope calls him with flirtatious motives. You do virtually the same thing. 

Your words are honey as you shower him with compliments, ending him with a simple “Hey, gorgeous.” 

It is enough to make his heart leap to his throat and his cheeks to warm to a pretty pink. There’s not much overlap between the Human Resources Branch and the BAU, especially considering that you assist more on the training and hiring side of things, so there aren’t many opportunities for you to fluster him when he’s out of the office. He finds that you always make an excuse.

“Hi,” he responds softly, avoiding the teasing gazes of Emily and Derek. “Is… are you okay?”

“Do I need to not be okay to talk to my lovely boyfriend?” 

You’re teasing him, poking fun at the way he so easily surrenders to you. He resists the urge to run out the room. 

“Stop,” he warns half-heartedly. He says your name quietly, tapping his fingers at the edge of the table. “Is there something you needed?”

He can practically hear you smile as you respond, the sound of your mouse clicking in the background. “Oh, yeah. My computer says that my storage is full. What do I do?”

“Your storage is full,” he repeats, smiling. “That’s why you called me?”

“It’s lunchtime in Santa Monica, right?”

He relents, cheeks hurting from how hot and stretched out they are. “Yes.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

He puffs out a breath of air, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re lovely.” He can imagine you batting your eyes, your smile saccharine. “Don’t you wish that you were here, gorgeous?”

He’s definitely going to get you back.

*** 

Spencer goes to your apartment once the case ends, his eyes dreary with sleep and the horrors that he saw only a few hours prior. Your apartment key hangs next to his on his keychain– a limited edition Tardis charm that you got him for his birthday. He huffs out a breath, unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s met with you dancing around in your kitchen, headphones on whilst holding a wooden spoon. A part of him is concerned with how easily he could slip into your home without being notice, but the other part can’t help but smile at how carefree you look, and he leans against the wall to stare. 

He doesn’t get the opportunity to stare for long. It’s comical, the way you jump upon seeing him, eyes wide as you rip your headphones off. 

“You’re back! You scared me.” A smile stretches across your lips while you press your palm to your chest whilst taking steps towards him. “Don’t do that ever again.”

Spencer laughs, toeing his shoes off and resting his hands on your waist. His head dips down to meet your gaze, peering up at you with a soft smile. “You look beautiful.”

Your cheeks glow warm and you break eye contact. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I missed you.”

He notes the way you don’t respond, in some sort of daze while your lips part in both surprise and flusteredness. He understands your sentiments– it isn’t often that he initiates affection. 

“Did you miss me, too?” Spencer asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks. 

“Of course I did,” you croak out, heat building in your head. 

Spencer chuckles, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s doing this on purpose, flustering you to the point of no return. He kisses you again, one hand holding the base of your head while the other squeezes at the flesh of your waist. It’s dizzying, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the feel of his fingers in your hair. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs once he’s pulled away. His thumb rubs a line from the back of your ear to where your jawline starts, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Where did that confidence go, hm?”

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[plethorawrites]

I’m kinda curious as to how the batboys would react with a partner that randomly compliments them (like really sweet and sappy things too, “you’re so pretty, I love how smart your are, you’re perfect,” etc.) + refers to them as Boyfriend, no name, just Boyfriend

Like the reader would be all “hey! This is Boyfriend,” while holding onto him.

Ahhh, I love this concept!! (I only did part of it, but please let me know if you want the other part!)

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Bruce: Would be very confused at first because he's always used to his partners introducing him as Bruce Wayne. And he always knew they did it so people realized their partner was dating a billionaire. He'd expect it from you, like with everyone, but then you simply introduced him as your boyfriend. Alright, that was strange. He assumed it was because it was just your coworkers he met and you didn't care much what they thought. Then it happened with your friends and your parents and each time you introduced him to someone, not as Bruce Wayne the billionaire, but simply your boyfriend, he felt his heart clench a little. His wealth or status hadn't won your heart, he had.

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Dick: When you don't introduce him by his name the first time he meets your friends, he says nothing about it. He assumes it was a one off. But no. You kept calling him that, barely saying his name at all, if ever. It was always "Oh, my boyfriend likes that restaurant too!" And "Actually, my boyfriend has an early day tomorrow, we'll pass." He soon realized it was your own subtle jealousy showing. You called him your boyfriend every chance you got because you didn't want a single one of your friends looking at him for too long, let alone any strangers getting the idea they had a chance. He was a bit proud, honestly. He found it adorable how you'd drag his arm around his waist to emphasize your point.

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Jason: He feared love more than anything. It terrified him to give his heart to someone when it felt so fragile he thought if it broke one more time he'd die for good. But then he gave it to you. He still felt hesitant and you knew that. Which is why you would call him your boyfriend every chance you got. You wanted him to know how much you liked people knowing who he was to you. He realized quickly that you did it for his benefit but couldn't bring himself to ask you to stop. He really liked having you say it and it made him a bit more confident in your love for him each time he realized you weren't ashamed of him.

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Tim: You do it to tease him, but he never responded in the right way whenever you did. He'd lean in as well and start referring to you only as his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner just so it was fair. He rather enjoyed the way it sounded when you called him that. He still couldn't believe you'd actually put up with him, so hearing you state so proudly that he was your boyfriend made him elated. How would it not? He knew you meant it as a dramatic, over the top joke, but he loved hearing it anyway. So much so that you both eventually stopped with the theatrics and began using it sincerely.

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(Aged up) Damian: He's a proud man, typically. With an ego far taller than him. You called him your boyfriend once before you started dating and he lost it, angry that you didn't give him the chance to ask you to be his girlfriend properly before you began using those labels. Then, you'd use it to annoy him at first. Never saying his name when you introduced him to your friends or family bugged him and you knew it, but you slowly came to enjoy it for reasons other than his frustration. He had to admit, he learned to like it after a while, too. You

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which teen!itoshi sae interrupts someone who was confessing to you

“fuck off, you dunce face.“

your jaw drop.

teen!itoshi sae appears behind you with a soccer he's holding against his hips. it was already after school and he probably just finished practicing. sae was still wearing that bored expression of his.

“d-dunce face?!” the boy in front of you exclaimed.

sae raised one of his eyebrow. “yeah, you. do you want me to grab a mirror just so you could see your—”

“sae!“ you immediately tap his back, though you might have slapped his back instead with how sudden you act.

saw responded with his brows furrowed and his eyes glaring at you. “why did you slap me?”

you forced a smile at him then you turned your head back to the boy you were talking to... and the boy who had been picking on you lately. you don't even know why he started picking on you. and right now, everything had been explains why.

the corner of your lips dropped. “we're leaving.” you said to the boy.

you turn your head back to sae and when you saw that he's now glaring at the boy, you immediately turned him around with your hand still on his back to walk away from the scene.

“i-i'm not done talking! why are you leaving me here?!” you heard the boy shout but you didn't feel him running towards you so you and sae continued walking.

the boy must've feel so embarrassed. especially when he just—

“sae, put your hand down.” you grabbed his raised hand that was showing only his middle finger. “don't be childish.” you said.

“you should tell him that instead to me.”

“you should have not interfere. that was unnecessary.”

“what, you're gonna let him bully you again?” sae scoffed, eyes sliding down to look at your hand still holding his wrist. “you should've told me in the first place then so that i can avoid you when i see you with him.”

oh please let someone help you coax a sulking sae.

”sae.”

he didn't respond and just kept on walking.

“sae.” you called out again.

“what now?” he said under his breath. “you disappointed that i interrupted him confessing his love for you?”

you pursed your lips then sighed. “that's a dramatic way to say it but no. i'm not dissapointed.” you feel him looking at you. “i'm hella relieve for your rude mouth. i would've never know how respond to him.”

you had an idea the reason why that boy was only picking on you. but you would've never know he had the guts to confess to you after that. it's making your skin crawl just by thinking about it again.

you look at sae. his head was slightly tilted upward while he stares at you, his eyes seemingly... amused.

“he's the rude one. he's such a fucking pipsqueak. bullying you just because he likes you? what an asshole.” he scowled.

or not. he's definitely dissapointed.

“language, sae. what would the teacher say about you when they hear you cursing?”you hissed. “but... i have no idea too. i just want to avoid him for as long as i could.” you sighed tiredly.

“if he does that again, just curse at him.” sae smirked. “he'll definitely cry.”

you furrowed at him and shakes your head. “no, i'll just talk to him again tomorrow. i'll properly reject him by then.”

“oh? let's do it tomorrow after class. i have no practice tomorrow.”

“what do you mean by that?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

he smirked then starts to walk away. “i'll be coming too. i want to see how he reacts when he gets rejected by his crush.”

your eyes linger on his back for a moment while thinking of what he just said. the only thing you could do is shake your head slowly as a smile crept on your face.

“whatever you say, sae.” you shake your head.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

cottage - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 320

Remus knew Sirius was coming before the letter arrived. He wasn’t sure why, but…he’d always known, with Sirius.

Except when it’d counted, of course. He’d hate himself for the rest of his life, because of that.

But still. The big black dog in his yard shouldn’t have scared him. It should have been an exciting sight. One of happiness and relief. But as soon as Remus spotted it, his heart kicked into triple-time, and he felt faint.

There was no rulebook for this.

Surprisingly, Sirius didn’t bound up to him. He didn’t even acknowledge him at first. Instead, he ran into the house, sniffing and snuffling along, exploring the entryway, the bedroom, the entirety of the little cottage, before returning and transforming, standing in front of Remus a little sheepishly, but with a bright look in his hollow eyes. 

“I was afraid there’d be two,” he said in greeting, gesturing to the pair of house shoes by the door.

Taken aback, Remus didn’t know how to respond properly. “What?” he asked, blinking.

“Two. Two scents. Two pairs of shoes. Two people. I…the idea got in my head and I couldn’t sleep, thinking about it. That sometime, in the past twelve years, you’d…I mean I’m sure you have,” Sirius stammered, wringing his hands. “But that you’d found someone who…who meant something. Something like me.”

Instantly, Remus understood. “No,” he said breathily. “No, I–I have. But I haven’t. Not like that. Not like you. Never like you.”

The relief in Sirius’s haunted face was evident. “I had no right to hope–” he muttered, but Remus cut him off.

“You had every right. And you were right,” Remus said.

They stared at each other for a long moment, the tension in the room building to an insurmountable, immeasurable thing.

Then, in one moment, they both moved. 

As soon as their lips touched, Remus knew he’d never let go of the other man again.

[hugheswho]

Have You No Idea That You’re In Deep?

Summary: You come across an edit of young Luke while he’s asleep next to you in bed. You can’t hide your emotions and wake him up from crying so violently. 

Paring: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

Warnings: all fluff and crying <3

Author’s Note: Inspired by this tiktok i saw a few months ago that made me gasp out loud. Haven’t stopped thinking about it since

Word Count: 1.7k

It’s late. Really late. Too late to be on your phone. You’re too engrossed in TikTok, convincing yourself it’s okay to endlessly scroll as a way to shut your brain off after a busy day. Luke has been snoozing away next to you for hours at this point.

There really is no rhyme or reason to your For You Page. Some are recipe videos, some are stand-up comedy bits, and others are part 16 of a full-length feature film. You tell yourself you’ll stop scrolling once you find the best video of the night. The right TikTok that satisfies you enough to say ‘Okay, yeah, I should stop now.”

You think you’ve found it when you scroll once more and your boyfriend appears on your screen. You’ve never actively searched Luke’s name on TikTok, but it doesn’t surprise you that he shows up quite a bit. From the number of times you like the Devils' posts, send things to Luke, and, quite frankly, just say his name out loud, you know your phone is listening to you. The algorithm knows all. Can you blame a girl for indulging in some thirst traps of her boyfriend?

A soft smile forms on your face as the video starts, Hozier’s cover of Do I Wanna Know? playing over clips of Luke. Nothing too crazy, just some clips of him in interviews. You’ve seen this trend before and wait with bated breath, expecting the song to flip to the original Arctic Monkeys version with clips of Luke looking rather…. scrumptious. 

But that doesn’t happen. The song doesn’t change; instead, the shots of Luke do. It’s no longer the current-day man that sleeps a foot away from you. Rather, it’s young Luke. The boy who became your best friend at birth. The boy you grew up with. The boy you fell in love with. 

The switch to adolescent Luke feels like a gut punch. You can’t stop thinking about your lives together. How you’ve always had one another. Even in those clips of baby Luke, you knew him when he first learned to skate. You knew him during his time in the program. You know him now, fulfilling his dream of being in the NHL.

It suddenly became all too much. You don’t even realize you’re crying until a tear drops onto your phone screen. The more you rewatch the video, the more you cry. You think you have it under control, but every time the plot twist happens, your body betrays you, shuddering and gasping. You cover your mouth with your hand when you start to feel something shifting next to you. 

“Babe? What’s going on?” You hear a very tired and confused Luke rasp out. 

Still actively crying in the dark, you respond, “Nothing Lu, go back to sleep.” You hope he’s too drowsy that he can’t properly comprehend your mental state. There’s no way you can explain this to him right now. 

“Are you laughing or crying?” Luke asks, having definitely picked up on your unsteady voice. 

“I think both?” you answer truthfully. This is seriously ridiculous, you think to yourself. The absurdity of the moment makes you cry more. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Luke softly questions while leaning over to turn the bedside lamp on.

When the bulb illuminates the room, you get your first good look at his face since before you both retired to bed hours ago. And that just breaks the dam. The sight of his matured face, merely inches away from you, combined with the young, baby-faced Luke you were just watching on repeat, causes you to wail out a full-on sob. 

Luke’s eyes go wide, sleep fully gone from his body. He quickly caresses your arm up and down to soothe you.

“Am I that ugly?” He jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

“No, no, not at all. I just…” you trail off. 

“What? What’s wrong?”

This can’t be happening. What are you even supposed to reply? Tell the truth and look like a fool? He’s never going to let you live it down. 

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” You settle on, hoping he’ll just let it go.

“It’s not stupid if it has you this upset.” God, why is he so good to you? Your tears still fall, this time at his tender care for you. 

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“I promise I won’t,” Luke says seriously, staring into your eyes. You frown to yourself, not budging. “Baby, please tell me why you’re crying. I’m not going back to sleep until we figure this out.”

Looking back at him, you sigh, “It’s silly,” your last futile attempt to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself into. If only you were a quieter crier. 

Luke just fixes you a look, his eyes boring into yours, as to say ‘I’m not dropping this.’ You finally cave and turn your phone towards him. Luke’s brows furrow as the video starts, confused about where this is headed. 

“A TikTok made you cry?”

You weakly roll your eyes at your chronically offline boyfriend. 

“When don’t TikToks make me cry?” you ask rhetorically, earning a laugh from Luke. 

As the video shifts to clips of young Luke, and your breathing gets a bit more staggered rewatching, Luke softly smiles to himself. His eyes look in your direction and see the look on your face. One full of love. 

Luke knows he’s still young, but those moments seem like a lifetime ago. He can’t believe how far he’s come in such a short amount of time. He’d say he can’t believe you’ve been there alongside him the whole time, except he can believe it. Because that’s who you are. That’s who you’ve always been to him. The person he could turn to for anything. When he wasn’t sure if being drafted to the Devils would be a good or bad thing for him. When he felt his whole life turn upside down in a second as he left Tampa after losing the Frozen Four. When he felt like he wasn’t the player he knew he could be during his rookie year. All those moments where Luke felt like the walls were crashing in on him, you single-handedly pushed them off of him. 

Then the video ends, and you both turn to look at each other. Your lips are pulled into the cutest little frown, eyes glassy and red, with a stray tear rolling down to your neck. Luke takes in the sight before him and bites his lip to make sure he doesn’t crack, but you see right through him. 

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!”

“I'M NOT LAUGHING! I’m just… smiling because you’re so cute.” Luke reacts, clearly laughing. 

You just pout, letting out a whine as you roll your head onto Luke’s shoulder. Instinctively, he wraps his arm around your waist to get you as close as possible. 

“Baby, why did that make you cry?” Luke inquires while softly brushing the hair on the back of your head with his free hand. His head rests atop yours. 

“Because you were so young and that was the boy I fell in love with but waited so long to tell when we could've been loving each other since then instead of both suffering in silence!” You blurt out in one whole sentence, no time for pauses, as your tears start back up at how much time you feel you’ve lost with Luke. 

“You’re acting like we weren’t in each other's lives then,” Luke replied amused at your dramatics but still soft enough to let you know he’s not dismissing you. 

“But we weren’t in the way we are now. And you were so precious then! But I didn’t get to kiss your face the way I do now when I think you’re being cute!” 

Luke fondly smiles before saying “we happened when we were meant to happen.” 

“You didn’t even know I loved you then,” you mumble as you wipe your tears, not happy your boyfriend isn’t indulging in your pity party. 

Silence washes over the two of you. Luke continues to stroke your arm as a means of comfort. He turns his head to place a kiss on your temple. 

“I did. I knew.” 

You pivot your head to look at your boyfriend. Faces only a few inches away from each other. There’s something about Luke’s eyes that act as a magnetic force. Once you catch a glance, you can’t look away. 

“Yeah?” you ask above a whisper, not wanting to seem too hopeful, as if he’d care about that. 

“Yeah.” 

You suddenly feel vulnerable. You and Luke have been in each others lives since birth. You started dating after his playoffs debut. Obviously both of you loved each other before then. However, you never really went into when you both fell in love. You feel exposed having told Luke you loved him since your early teens. 

Needing his reassurance, you quietly ask, “and you loved me then too?”

Luke’s stoic face lights up, a smile slowly stretching across it. 

“Completely adored.”

You swallow your nerves down with the revelation of Luke loving you back at the same time. With the new found confidence, you say “so why not then? Why didn’t we get together years ago instead of waiting?”

“We were young,” Luke shrugs before continuing, “I don’t think we would’ve been able to give each other what we wanted if we started then. We both had to figure out who we were before we committed to this.”

“But it’s us,” you defend, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Because it is. 

Luke laughs at your persuasiveness. 

“Look, we both wanted each other then, right? But we both had so much maturing to do. And once we did that, we both still wanted each other. That’s how we were able to find our way to where we are now. Neither of us were in the way of the other, we were just…on the sideline. Cheering each other into the right path.” 

The tears start again. You look down at your phone, picturing all the memories of you and Luke as toddlers, kids, teenagers, and now young adults. 

“I miss us being young together,” you confess. 

“You’re going to say that about us now in thirty years. We have the rest of our lives to spend together. And prove how much we love each other,” Luke reassures you, and you know he means it. 

“Now can you please put your phone away and cuddle with me?” 

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20 & zayne! i need domestic zayne so bad

zayne x reader

20. sleepy domestic sex

cw: somnophilia note: never written somnophilia before so hopefully i've done an okay job for those who enjoy that kinda thing! listened to zayne's "silent poem" audio again last night and the beginning of that definitely gave me the vibe that this is smth zayne would lowkey be into...

send a lads guy and a prompt!

Zayne can't resist when you're like this; sprawled half-naked in his bed, hair fanning over his pillows, t-shirt riding up just enough to show the underside of your breast. He aches to sink his teeth into the skin there.

When he first brought up his little fantasy to you, he had worried you would run for the hills. After all, it took him a while to reconcile with the idea himself - worried about the grey area surrounding your consent, worried that you would want him to stop and be unsure how to tell him. But, after a long discussion, the two of you came to the understanding that you liked the idea.

It didn't take long for Zayne to propose testing the theory, and he was relieved at your enthusiastic response.

Though he'd never admit it to anyone but you, it's one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. He enjoys waking you up with his mouth, or his fingers, teasing you until you're stuck between dreaming and reality, moaning his name. He gets off on you being here, waiting for him, willing and ready for him to have his wicked way with you, for you to wake up coming around his fingers.

He watches you now, dreaming, snoring softly against his pillow. It's still dark out, nowhere near morning yet, but he's well aware that the two of you have the day off work tomorrow. Zayne can't deny the low tug in his gut, the thickening of his cock already in his briefs as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your stomach and hips bare. The sheet prevents him seeing any further, but he knows you're bare for him under there too - he left you that way last night. The two of you had been too exhausted to even leave the bed afterwards, falling asleep in each others arms.

It's only been a few hours and already Zayne wants you again. He's addicted to you.

He moves gently, not wanting to jostle you from sleep just yet. Lifting the sheet just so he can slip underneath, nudging himself between your thighs. The scent of you welcomes him, the heady aroma of sweat and sex still lingering from your earlier activities. Moving in closer, he places his hands on your thighs, grinning when they twitch in your slumber. When he's sure you're still asleep, he licks his way up the seam of your cunt, tasting himself there still as well as you. His cock twitches against the mattress, and he just barely stops himself from grinding himself against it.

He wants to save himself for you, wants to lose himself between your thighs again and again, as many times as you'll allow before the sun rises. Zayne's tongue licks a slow path up the centre of you again, pausing at the top where he laps gently at your clit. It doesn't take long for you to respond; your legs shifting on either side of his shoulders, hips twitching to greet his waiting mouth. He can just barely hear your soft sleepy sighs as he kisses your cunt slowly, sloppily, just the way you like it. He groans into your wet flesh, savouring the taste of you.

Sometimes Zayne sees it as a challenge, to see if he can get you to come before you wake up properly. He likes the way you moan his name when you're sleeping, like you can do so with abandon and without the fear of being embarrassed. His hands cradle your hips now, lifting them just enough so he can angle you exactly right, to lap at you greedily like a starved man.

You're fidgeting now, breathing harshly into the quiet darkness of the bedroom. He can hear your muffled whimpers from his place under the sheets and he supresses a smile, relishing in it, only wishing that he could see you. But it's much more fun when he hides under the sheet like this, enjoying the thrill that courses through him, the idea that he is doing something wicked without you knowing.

He doesn't have long, he thinks as he rubs his tongue against the underside of your clit. Soon you'll wake up, and if he can, he really wants to get you to come before then. He lets one of his hands leave where it had moved to your lower tummy, pressing a finger into your wet heat and groaning at the clench you welcome him with. You gasp, still not quite awake yet, and Zayne enters another digit, fucking them both into you as your juices gather on his finger, slick and sweet.

You come blissfully, beautifully, on the fourth thrust of his fingers, spasming wildly around him. Zayne slowly fucks you through it, kissing softly at your clit as you tremble with the aftershocks. When he feels your hand rest on the crown of his head through the blanket, he knows you're awake now. He crawls his way up your body, ducking from under the sheets to be greeted with your sleepy smile, bright even in the dark.

"Good morning," You say, throat scratchy from sleep.

"Not quite morning yet," Zayne murmurs, lowering his head to your neck, suckling on the skin there and moaning softly when you arch against him, "we still have plenty of time,"

You hum softly, and for a moment Zayne wonders if you've fallen back to sleep. When you tug at the neck of his t-shirt, however, he is relieved. He obliges your silent request, gripping the back of the shirt and tugging it over his head, kneeling over you and feeling quite lucky indeed to see you suddenly naked under him, your shirt abandoned on his side of the bed.

Your hands are greedy in their perusal of his torso, smoothing over the planes of his stomach as if you've never seen him like this before. It makes his cheeks grow a little warm, that you still react like this even after so long. Soon, you're pulling at his briefs, other palm stroking at his forgotten erection through the thin material.

"Didn't have enough earlier?" You ask with a wry smirk, lifting up on your elbows to watch Zayne, somewhat ungracefully, divest himself of his underwear.

When he's back over you, you're both wonderfully bare, skin on skin. Zayne doesn't think he will ever get used to it.

"I'll never get enough," He says simply, suckling on your lower lip in a long kiss, "I could have you every hour of every day and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me,"

Your hands thread in his hair, smooth down his back all while your thighs brush impatiently against his hips, "Glad we agree on something,"

His cock brushes your pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth, and he shivers a little. It doesn't take much for him to forgo taking you slowly, romantically. Instead he rears back, flipping you over until you're on your knees in front of him, elbows caging your pillow as you lay your head on it to peer back at him with a smile. He intends to change that expression - he loves you smiling, but he also loves to see you fucked-out, eyes rolling back, mouth open. His cock throbs at the mental image, and it has him fisting his length, pushing his way into you with a hiss as you welcome him, hot and soaked.

You fall face-first into your pillow on that first thrust, hands gripping the sheets. Zayne isn't interested in working you in slow - he needs to feel you hugging his cock as you come messily around it. So, he fucks into you in quick, hard slaps of his hips, the headboard above you beginning to softly thud against the wall with his movements. You arch your back deliciously, allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you.

"Oh, yes, yes - yesyesyes -" You're a mess already, moaning wantonly into the pillow, though Zayne soon puts a stop to that. He wants to hear you, after all. His hand reaches forward, threading through your hair to pull you up. When your back meets his front, cock rubbing snugly against that sweet spot inside you, he can feel your entire body shaking. He feels an insatiable need to map your entire body with his palms, cupping your breasts, smoothing over your stomach, slipping between your spread thighs to play with your clit. It all sends a wave of pleasure cashing into you, your head falling back against his shoulder as you climax loudly, wetly all over his cock.

It send's Zayne's head into a tailspin, his hips already chasing your own in a jagged pattern, "Beautiful, so- gorgeous. I love when you c-come like that for me, my love," he can barely get the words out, teeth clenched tight as he pushes you back down. Needing the leverage of tugging your hips back into him in a few hard thrusts so he can fill you up perfectly.

And he does, coming hard inside the still spasming walls of your cunt. You clench a couple times, rendering him speechless as he grips your hip tighter in warning. When he feels that his soul has returned to his body, he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over to the bed to grab the towel from earlier to clean you both up.

Once he's done, he flops back down onto the bed, welcoming you into his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones just as the light in the room begins to change from a deep indigo to a pale blue.