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sugucide · 5 months ago

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two weeks.

it's been two weeks since kento has been inside of you. He's gone months, hell even years without sex before he met you and he was fine. he didn't even wish for it like most of his bachelor counterparts did.

but now that he's had a taste of you? two weeks may as well be a death sentence. which is ironic, giving the nature of this sex ban. everything you do is inviting: maybe it's just his underworked sex drive or maybe he's reverted back to his teenage years because he sure does feel like an impatient, entitled brat whenever you walk past him.

he can smell you. not the smell of your perfume you spritz on each morning. not the product in you hair. not the moisturiser you use. but you, the scent of your self, your body, the skin he's so often inhaled as he bit down between your thighs or up the column of your neck. he can smell the memories of sex, sweaty and tangled in pheromones and all things primal.

he can hear you. not your words or laughter or the way you hum absentmindedly when you're pottering around the house. he can hear that sharp little intake of breath when you accidentally, or not-so-accidentally, brush against him. he can hear that whining tinge to your voice when you tell him you won't sleep with him, that you're punishing him, as if its moreso a punishment for you than him. he can remember the way you'd moan for him, desperate and glassy eyed and oh so perfect for him as he ruins you from the inside out.

he can't take it anymore.

"two weeks is more than enough time for me to think about my actions," he tells you over dinner one night, eyes cast downwards at his plate. "...and to come up with a suitable apology."

you place your chopsticks down at his last words and look up at your husband. "oh? let's hear it then."

over the frames of his glasses, kento's eyes meet yours. "i apologise for worrying you and risking my life for my work."

you tap your fingers against the table. "and will you continue to do it?"

"yes," he admits. "it's my job, one that i do well. if i die doing it, i hope it's in place of someone who didn't sign up for it, like you."

kento reaches over the table and takes your hand. "i can't just stop being a sorcerer. that would be too selfish of me. but i do promise that i will make more of an effort to reduce my chances of getting hurt from now on: no more unnecessary risks. okay?"

though that was all you needed to hear from him, you start to wonder if lifting the sex ban was a good idea when your pent-up husband is swiping plates from the dinner table to make room for you to lay back on it. claiming he can't wait the few extra second to carry you to the bedroom, he has you stripped and laid bare on the dining room table in no time, and he's ready for his meal.

"missed her," he mumbles as he parts your legs with a strong hand and bends down to kiss once at your clit. that's about and gentlemanly as it gets, though, because soon after he's making out with your pussy like he's a virgin. no technique, no precision, nothing but unfiltered need and its so much hotter than you'd imagine it to be.

eyes locking onto yours from between your thighs, he adds two fingers and works you open. two weeks was a long time for the both of you, so he'll need to get you used to the stretch of him again. he scissors his fingers inside of you, curls them upwards to hit your g-spot and smirks like a saint when your back arches off the table in response.

"missed you ken," you ramble on as your climax nears. "missed you so much. hated doing this. love you. loveyouloveyou god i love you."

you cum hard, harder than you've cum in a long time and kento laps it up like he's never tasted anything so good. he savours your taste on his tongue like he would an aged wine, something expensive and delicious and worth keeping bottled. though he's harder than diamond and worried he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't sink inside of you soon. so he stands and undoes his belt in record time (with those lovely hands of his) and repositions you at the end of the table with his leaky cock already pressing against your wet entrance.

he leans over you and shares a kiss with you as he pushes in. he inhales the gasp you let out at the stretch and moans into your mouth as a gift in return. he pulls out almost entirely, so it's just his head nestled in your tight pussy, and then slams in again. hard.

"god kento��" you start, about to chide him for being so rough with you when you notice his face dip into your neck and the sudden warmth filling you from the inside. kento's hips stutter and he bites at the skin of your shoulder to muffle the heavy moans that ache to free themselves from his chest.

"did you just—"

"don't," he cuts you off, cock twitching inside of you with his release. he's plugging you up, keeping you full of him and his cum. "give me a minute and i'll fuck you so stupid that you forget that just happened."

"you just—"

"don't laugh."

"im not laughing! it's just, you know like our first time..."

"shut up." kento's hips pull away and then slam back into yours as he starts a brutal pace with you.

that shuts you up good.

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dykebehaviour · 14 days ago

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can i try something?

scissoring with loser lesbian!ellie for the first time

cw: smut, scissoring, dirty talk, established relationship, top!ellie, bottom!reader, messy, awkward, playful.

the night settles around you like a warm blanket, dim lamps casting golden light over the cluttered comfort of your shared apartment, the low hum of a half-finished playlist still echoing from the speaker in the kitchen. thai takeout boxes are abandoned on the coffee table, the scent of lemongrass and fried rice lingering faintly in the air. you’re both still glowing from the date, cheeks warm from wine, limbs loose from laughing too much in the booth, her hand never leaving yours the whole walk home.

ellie’s sitting close beside you on the couch, one leg bent up between yours, her arm lazily draped across the back of the cushions. her fingers have been toying with the ends of your hair, brushing over the nape of your neck like she’s not fully aware she’s doing it. but her eyes - god, those eyes - they keep flicking down to your mouth, then away again, like she’s working something up in her head and doesn’t know how to say it.

you catch her. “babe. what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

she jolts slightly, as if pulled from deep thought, then offers a guilty, crooked smile. “nothing. just thinking.”

“about?”

she hesitates, then rubs the back of her neck, that telltale loser ellie nervous tic you’ve come to adore. “promise you won’t laugh?”

“cross my heart.”

she swallows. “okay. so like… i’ve been thinking about something. something we haven’t done before.” her voice drops, almost conspiratorial. “and i don’t know if it’s dumb or whatever. but i kinda… wanna try it.”

you sit up straighter, curiosity piqued. “ellie. you literally have your face between my thighs like every other night. what could possibly embarrass you at this point?”

she groans, face flushed. “fuck. okay. i wanna try… scissoring.”

your eyebrows lift slightly. “you do?”

she nods quickly. “j just-i know it’s, like, in porn a lot and maybe it’s not even that good in real life, but i think about it sometimes, and i get all fucking… worked up. imagining you under me. our thighs all tangled, and your pussy right up against mine and-“ she cuts herself off, eyes wide. “wow. saying it out loud is actually ten times worse.”

you’re smiling, already reaching out to cup her burning face. “that’s really fucking hot.”

ellie visibly exhales, shoulders relaxing. “wait…seriously?”

you nod, thumbing over the curve of her cheek. “you wanna try it?”

“…yeah. i mean. only if you do. we don’t have to, if it’s weird-“

“ellie,” you interrupt, already shifting to straddle her lap, arms wrapped around her neck. “i want to. i want you.”

she’s kissing you before you finish the sentence; eager, messy, her hands sliding under your thighs to lift you. the kiss is hungry but reverent, like she’s pouring every ounce of nervous anticipation into it. your bodies press together, clothed but already heating fast, and when she finally pulls back, her pupils are blown and her voice is hoarse.

“bedroom?” she whispers.

you nod, heart pounding. “now.”

by the time you reach the bed, the air between you is thick with tension - that sweet, electric kind where everything is giggles and gasps and the rustle of clothes being peeled off too fast. ellie’s usually clumsy in the bedroom - a little bashful, always second-guessing where to put her hands - but tonight, there’s a different kind of buzz in her movements. still shy, still flustered, but driven by something deeper. a need to make this good. to make it yours.

she kisses down your neck with trembling lips, kneeling between your legs on the mattress, pressing slow kisses to your chest as she unhooks your bra with shaking fingers. her eyes flicker up when you moan, a flush of pride spreading across her freckled cheeks.

“you good?” she murmurs, voice low, reverent.

you nod breathlessly, already wet. “ellie. please.”

she pulls off her boxers and settles between your thighs, both of you completely bare now, skin hot and sticky with anticipation. her hair falls into her eyes as she lowers herself, pressing your bodies together, and you both gasp in unison as your slick folds meet for the first time.

“oh my god,” she breathes, completely frozen.

your hips twitch. “holy fuck.”

ellie’s eyes flutter shut. “you’re so warm. fuck-baby, this already feels so good.”

she moves cautiously at first, her thigh flexed between yours, your legs tangled, one of her hands bracing on the pillow beside your head. the other holds your waist as she grinds her hips slowly down against yours, a slick, gliding rhythm building between your wet centers.

it’s clumsy. slippery. a little too high, then too low. your hips bump hard and you both yelp.

“shit-sorry! my angle’s off…fuck-“

“no, it’s okay…wait, try-here.” you lift your hips and guide her slightly lower, using your thigh to pull her tighter against you.

the moment you slot together again - just right - ellie moans so loudly it echoes off the walls. her head drops to your neck and she ruts against you, slow and deep.

“ohhh, that’s-fuck, that’s it. baby, your pussy feels so fucking good,” she mumbles into your skin.

you’re panting now, nails digging into her shoulders, riding every thrust of her hips. the friction of her clit against yours is messy and wet, each grind slick with arousal, the pleasure sharp and bright, blooming outward like wildfire in your stomach.

“don’t stop,” you whimper, and ellie’s rhythm stutters at the sound of your voice.

she growls softly, hips moving harder now, more desperate, her breath coming out in broken pants. “shit-shit-i’m gonna-fuck, i’m so close, i’m gonna come just from this, just from rubbing my pussy on yours, baby-“

her voice breaks and so do you.

your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, thighs clenching around her, your whole body shaking, moaning her name over and over as pleasure splits you open, raw and real. ellie’s right behind you, crying out as she presses her clit harder into yours, grinding deep, her hips stuttering wildly through her own release.

she collapses against you, both of you breathless, soaked, trembling.

for a long moment, neither of you move. you just hold her, your fingers tangling in the damp strands of her hair, her mouth pressed to your collarbone.

ellie finally exhales a soft, shaky laugh. “so… uh. that was…”

you smile, still catching your breath. “incredible. weird. hot. kind of hilarious.”

she grins against your skin. “i almost asked you to marry me halfway through.”

you laugh, swatting her shoulder. “loser.”

her voice turns quiet. “yeah, but i’m your loser.”

you pull her closer. “lucky me.”

she hums, lazy and content, still nestled between your legs. “wanna try again in the morning?”

you tilt your hips, teasing. “only if you do that thing with your hips again.”

ellie groans. “god. say less.”

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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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But like…sugar daddy!Nanami bending you over his pool table and just fucking your brains out🙈‼️

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: missed writing for nanami, let's gooo!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: sugar daddy! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sex on a pool table - finger sucking - lingerie - breast fondling + nipple play - standing (bent over) position - praise - Daddy kink - pet names (baby, good girl, honey, love, sweetheart, sweetpea) - protected sex (bc he's a gentleman, lol) - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“—Mmmph! Ohhh…Kent—Oooh!”

“Yes, baby…God, you look so good.”

“Your fingers; you’re going too…Mmmm…”

Being a sugar baby is a blessing in its own way. Not having to worry so much about your financial situations as they’re taken care of in your day-to-day life can be a bit overwhelming to comprehend in the days you forget entirely; however, you can’t lie that it’s not a nice lifestyle to live in. All your money troubles no longer being a constant weight on your shoulders, moved aside for you to enjoy your life as freely as you wish compared to before.

And what’s better is that the man taking care of said troubles was indeed a miracle worker — and quite the looker. Nanami Kento, your sugar daddy, took you in when you put your online advertisement looking for a sugar daddy, and you can only thank the stars above for such a wonderful man to come falling from the heavens above to put your mind at ease.

And trust and believe that he’s done so in ways more than one.

He had you bent by his pool table in the living space of his penthouse, your legs spread for him to have your skirt lifted to your waist. It’s easier for his hand to go to your lacy panties and slide his fingers in to meet your folds. And after a few minutes, he’s already made you a complete mess just by the thickness of his digits.

You squirm, gripping the billard stick that rests on the velvety skin of the pool table. “Hahhhn, ohooo, stoop, don’t rub there—Hic…!” Your hands grip the shoulder of his work shirt.

“Oh? Don’t like it when I do…this?” The blunt of Nanami’s fingertips scrapes the upper wall of your vaginal walls with a curled motion, and you lament with the jerk of your thighs. “But all I’m doing is rewarding my baby.”

His reward was specifically targeted to what you were wearing. Your opened buttoned-up shirt exposed your recent purchase of a new lingerie set; the complex design of the intimate clothing and the bold hue of the color–your favorite color–complimented your skin enchantingly. The blonde man behind you couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you the moment you meekly showed off the bra of the set.

“And judging by how tight you’re squeezing my fingers,” he says to your ear while another graze of your inner walls has you arch towards him. “You seem to love this, right, honey?” His free hand was groping one of your breasts; the material of the laced bra felt pleasant to the touch along the squish of your mound.

“Hoooh, ohhGod, Kento, please,” you were a whimpering mess literally in the palm of his hand; he’d made you come once already, so your insides had yet to subside from the acute height that kept you trembling to his touch. “I caan’t, no moooore…If you keep up, I-I’ll—“

“What?” He kisses your cheek, nearly having you give to your knees. “Don’t wanna cum on my fingers?” You shook your head hurriedly, enticing your neck for him to lay more gentle kisses. “What do you wanna cum on then, sweetpea?”

You use your hips to answer, grinding your wet southern lips on the zipper of his expensive, linen dress trousers. Yet, while he returns the motion with synced ruts to your chasm with the tent of his groin, it’s safe to say he doesn’t mind the mess.

“This,” you moan with more rubs on his pants. “I wanna cum on you, Kent. Please, lemme cum on you…”

The sound of his chuckle has you twitching on his digits, wailing when he stretches your opening with a scissoring motion. “Good girl, asking so nicely…” With a hum, he withdraws his fingers from your warmth and brings your pricy underwear down to your thighs, brushing its garters. After bringing his trousers down and freeing his erection from his briefs, he grabs for the condom from his pocket to release from its wrapper. Once the rubber is on and fitted, Nanami guides his cock to the hole of your vagina.

The insertion of the cockhead has you gasping sharply, the cue stick in your grasp being the only thing you can use as security as your sugar daddy pushes every inch of his shaft inside you. You could never get used to the girth, the stretch of his limb so euphorically good, and the graze of the tip on the sensitive itches that make you hiccup. And the hilt of his pelvis meets your folds, sighing now that his entire cock is finally one with you.

He rocks back and forth leisurely, careful not to have you released on him just yet. Both his hands now meet your chest, fondling the flesh of your breasts in such a loving fashion that you whimper with the pull of his dick. God, the way his tip perfectly rubs on your inner texture has your brows furrowed and eyes sewn shut, wanting to truly indulge in the sensation that piques the delicate keenness of your nerves.

“Ahaaa, ohoofuck,” you jolt when he suddenly throws a rough thrust to your ass; the stick in your hand hits two Aramith billiard balls to the long rails of the table. “Yesss, right there, Kentoo…! Feel so good…”

“Yeah, honey?” The weight of him on your back as he bends his frame above yours, speaking softly to your ear as if wanting you to shiver on his chest. “Feeling good?” You nod hurriedly with the tweak of your nipples under the rough pads of his fingers. “All cute and good for me…Want me to make you feel even more good?”

“Yes…Daddy,” Oh my, you used the title—a step you were cautious to use at the moment yet albeit eager for the results. And the sand-haired man snaps his hips abruptly, causing a shriek to sneak past you without noticing.

He’s done with the slow pacing—the rhythm now increased to a rapid cadence that evokes more sounds to escape with every rock of your figure. Gosh, you hope you weren’t leaving scratch marks on this man’s pool table. It would make you feel terrible damaging his property. However, that sounds like a worry to check back later when you’re not squealing your mind out.

“—Oooh!! F–fffshiiiit, Daddy!” Your eyes roll up at the scrape of your G-spot. “N–Not shoo fa—Ahhhh! T’oo muuch…!”

“But you’re too close to slow down, love,” Nanami kisses your cheek before slithering his hand to stuff his fore and middle fingers into your mouth. You sounded too cute mewing for him while sucking on his fingers. And it doesn’t help that the erratic ruts to your cunt have you shrilling even more, drool trickling down to your chin just to fall on the table surface. “Come on, sweetpea, let it all out…Hnnmm, let me feel it.”

The piston of his pelvis smacking the skin of your ass with the thick digits stuffed in your mouth is too much to follow through, the climb of your climax becoming more complicated to avoid as the milliseconds rush away. You submit to your growing dizziness as your peak shakes you down.

The orgasm has you screaming out loud, your legs trembling with the flutter of your walls around Nanami’s dick while he slowly plunges himself in and outward, relishing the snugness of your slit. You suck on his fingers hard, nearly choking on spit when your body is experiencing the pulses at its own pace. Your elbows wobble, giving way for you to slump down and accidentally hit an object ball with the cue stick, knocking onto another and pushing it an inch away from a pocket.

Nanami chortles, straightening himself to massage your waist through your aftershocks. “Nice backspin, sweetheart.”

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unipacequipment · 2 years ago

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definitelynotanalien · 5 months ago

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Blue Lock guys after pound town (the trend yk)

feat: Hyoma Chigiri, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu, Reo Mikage

tw: mentions of sex, slurs

Inspired by this post by @captainshindo

pound town, supposedly the closest a person could get to another.

Perhaps because of the use of sexual organs, or the physical action of being inside another, or even because of the pleasure that could result from the experience.

Who wouldn’t want to gain that pleasure, no matter how short term it was?

You.

The answer was you.

Currently you’re sitting at some nowhere diner, eating the greasy fries whilst you lean on the side of the booth. Opposing you is Hyoma Chigiri, one of the star players for the Manshine’s team, and your boyfriend.

He’s sipping his cola, stealing a fry from you every once in a while, despite your objections, afterall this is supposed to be your treat after being subjected to the butral rounds he put you through. Your legs clench at the thought.

Hyoma is watching you with an eager glint in his eyes, his composure steady, barely changing aside from an occasional vibration or two.

The pair of you had just finished a rather intense round, and decided to go out for fast food instead of just ordering take out like normal people.

You’re practically trembling, struggling to keep up any facade of normalcy as you painstakingly retrieve a small fry.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hyoma interjects your thoughts with a small smirk, taking his half eaten french fry and dipping it into the sauce before plopping it into his mouth.

You glare at him, completely deadpan. “I can barely walk right now.”

Hyoma laughs, covering his mouth with a hand as he delightedly looks at your face.

“Skill issue.” He comments.

You drop a fry.

“We’re never fucking again.” You say, shaking your head smoothly.

Hyoma gapes, his pretty swollen pink lips separating for a moment in mock offense.

He knows you don’t actually mean it, you’re just using it as a playful way to tease the boy, even if you were serious he knows you’ll come back to him sooner or later.

“But you like it soo much~” He teases, putting his arm over the table to nudge your shoulder, making you lose the support of the booth chair

You don’t bother to give him a response.

Michael Kaiser stares at you with a victorious glint as he takes a bite of his burger.

You’re sitting in front of him, leaning your head back and staring up at the ceiling as you contemplate life, and as you struggle to even pick up your own burger, let alone eat any of it.

His blond hair is fluffed up ever so slightly more than usual, it’s not as bad as his bed head, but it looks the same as it does after a competitive match.

You’re struggling to keep your composure, switching between trying to eat and staring at the ceiling, you hear a snicker.

“Talk so big yet you can’t take it?” He remarks, it’s posed as a question and yet it sounds more like an observation.

You shake your head, and choose to smash it against the table in front of you, narrowly avoiding your plate.

You groan, “Not when I’m taking so big.”

Michael chokes on his water, a rare moment of shock.

Then he returns to his usual cocky persona, leaning his head on his hand. “You really shouldn’t say that in public, liebling, it makes me want to do it again.”

Michael takes another large bite of his burger, practically unhinging his jaw. He wipes off any remaining sauce with a tissue.

“There is no next time.” You respond, lifting your head off the table and weakly attempting to eat some of your treat.

He laughs, it’s twisted and much too confident for his own good, yet for some reason it makes him seem even more endearing as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t lie, we both know you can’t resist me.” Michael teases, twirling a strand of his blond-blue locks with a finger, he makes a crude scissoring gesture as he splits the piece of hair in half, it makes you flush.

You smash your head into the table again, having officially given up.

The pink haired man sitting in front of you narrows his eyes, twirling the metal straw that leads to his beverage as Sae Itoshi calmly looks over your appearance.

The two of you are sat in Sae’s apartment, a bag of fast food pushed to the side of his marble countertops as you lean on his kitchen’s island.

Sae regards you with a judgemental glance, looking over your disheveled appearance as he comments, “You know those aren’t good for you?”

You pause, a couple of french fries in hand. You begin to slowly guide them towards your mouth, eating them with careful consideration.

“I don’t care.” You respond, shrugging as your partner glares down at you.

Sae looks like an angry porcupine as he crosses his arms. He takes a tentative sip from his glass of ice cold water, and he contemplates forcing you to eat something actually healthy, although he doubts it would go over well with you.

“Don’t come crying to me later, then.” He turns away from you, as if about to walk off, then he turns back towards you to make another point. “You know-“

You cut him off, “Shut up.”

He raises his eyebrows, and lightly flicks your forehead. You make an over exaggerated groan at the movement, and Sae smirks.

“Stop being pissy, I’m just telling the truth.” He says bluntly, a subtle glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You reach to take another fry, and Sae lightly swats your hand, you glare. He already bought it, so why wasn’t he letting you eat it.

“If you keep at it, you’ll never get to hit this again.” You declare, shaking your head slowly.

Sae pauses, tilting his head to the side and staring at you with blank eyes, “Hit this…?” he asks, wrinkling his eyebrows.

You forgot that Sae is chronically offline.

“Nevermind.”

A warm smell fills the air, and a sizzling sound ceases. You’re sitting at your dining room table, leaning back and facing your face to the ceiling.

Tabito Karasu sets a plate, and some chopsticks in front of you. He grabs a few other dishes from the kitchen, his hair floppy and free from hair wax. It’s a domestic scene, especially since you’ve just been brutally railed, and you’re enjoying it.

Every so often your thighs shake from the previous overstimulation, and as it happens when Tabito sets the final dish on the table, he flashes you his signature grin.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You deflect, gripping your chair and pulling it closer to the table.

Tabito laughs crisply, it’s warm and inviting, you want to hear it over and over again.

“Like what?” He asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly.

You feel your cheeks start to warm as he runs a hand through his hair, his beautiful hair wax free hair.

You hesitate to place anything on your plate, worried that you’ll struggle to use the chopsticks he so nicely face you, as your hands tremble.

Tabito notices. He picks up some food and starts to place it onto your plate, giving you generous amounts. “Next time I’ll go easier.”

You pause, flustered. Tabito finishes giving you food, and goes into the kitchen to grab a knife, fork, and spoon just in case. He places them onto the table, so you can use them if you can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Your heart swells, and you’re delighted by the fact that this man is your boyfriend, especially when you dig in and taste a delicious home cooked meal.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” You comment in between bites, with a small smile.

He stares down at you, and smirks.

Reo Mikage looks down at you pitifully, as if begging you not to do this.

It’s late, and you’re surprisingly hungry after quite a few rounds, of course Reo isn’t, considering how desperate he was eating you earlier.

You’re laying in bed, and scrolling through a delivery app on your phone, Reo sits up next to you, looking at your phone.

“You realise I have private chefs?” He comments, running his fingers through your freshly washed hair with a gentle smile.

You tap your order into the delivery app, choosing to buy from a quick and easy fast food place.

“It’s too late to call on them.” You rebutt his comment, clicking onto the pay section of the app.

Reo sighs, stretching his arms up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed. He starts to try to leave the warmth of the bed, but you wrap your quivering legs around him.

He grins, “I can make you something myself.”, Reo behind to squirm his way out of your legs and bed. Unfortunately your legs seem to have lost the strength they possessed during your earlier endeavours.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and grabbing Reo’s torso with your hands.

“I want fast food.” You demand, holding onto him tightly and using all your body weight to make him stay. It’s a helpless thing, as your boyfriend is incredibly strong due to his time in Manshine and his job as a professional footballer, but nevertheless!

Reo groans, “But it’s rather… unhealthy and greasy.” he explains, still ready to leave the bed to make you something. If he does, you’re sure you’ll kill him.

You smirk, a mischievous idea on your mind, and you pull yourself towards your boyfriend to kiss him right next to his mouth.

“Like you.” You say, pushing away from him.

Reo rolls his eyes, and stays in bed, shuffling towards the middle once more.

“I despise that comparison.”

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casuperlift · 2 years ago

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vigilante-3073 · 2 months ago

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Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 11

Summary: Bella wakes up and begins to adjust to her new life as a Vampire. Carlisle struggles to change Y/N's mind about how her life should come to an end.

TW: Mentions of death/medications/injury/illness, lack of regard for the feelings of others, medical testing, suicidal ideation/suicide attempt, blood.

*CONTAINS MATURE THEMES*

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door before pushing the cabinet up against it quietly. Her muscles trembled with the effort and she found herself struggling to catch her breath. Any semblance of her supernatural abilities had abandoned her, leaving her frail and vulnerable.

Carlisle had spent hours trying to convince her to choose a different route of treatment. It was beginning to feel like she was bashing her head against a wall and it was obvious that he wasn't going to give up easily.

She could understand where he was coming from, but it wasn't his life and it certainly wasn't his decision to make. Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, choosing her own path while she still had the ability to.

Y/N moved over to the sink, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of silver scissors. Y/N sat down on the floor with a grimace, leaning back against the side of the bathtub. Y/N spread the shears of the scissors open, holding onto the sharpest one before taking a breath.

Everyone stopped what they were doing as the smell of blood suddenly began to fill the air. Bella tensed, "Where is that coming from?" She asked.

"Y/N," Carlisle said, standing up from the table and rushing down the hallway to her bedroom.

Jacob followed closely behind him as Edward got Bella and Jasper out of the house before the scent had a chance to overwhelm them. Carlisle stepped into Y/N's bedroom, looking around quickly before moving over to the bathroom door.

"Y/N," He called, turning the doorknob and realizing that it had been locked. He broke the doorknob, pushing the door open easily before slipping inside.

Y/N was sitting on the floor in a quickly expanding pool of blood. Carlisle grabbed two towels from the rack before moving over to her. Carlisle knelt down in front of her, holding pressure on both of her wrists with the towels.

"Jacob, help me hold pressure," Carlisle instructed.

Jacob hesitated, standing frozen in the doorway as he took in the gory scene ahead of him.

"Jacob," Carlisle called again, Jacob was pulled out of his trance and rushed over to them, kneeling down next to Y/N.

Jacob held one of the towels against her wrist, keeping firm pressure as blood began to soak into the material, "It's not stopping," Jacob said shakily, tightening his grip on her arm.

Carlisle peered under the towel before shaking his head, "I need to stitch the wounds, they're too deep," Carlisle stated.

"I need you to keep pressure on her arms while I prepare the room. Hold on as tight as you can manage," Carlisle continued.

Jacob nodded, shifting over and holding onto both of her arms as Carlisle ran to prepare his supplies.

Jacob felt nauseous as her warm blood began to soak into the material of his pants, "Y/N, stay with me," Jacob said.

"Just let me die," She mumbled.

"Not like this," Jacob stated firmly.

Carlisle returned quickly, "I'm ready for her," He said.

Jacob quickly shifted, lifting Y/N into his arms and carrying her through the house to Carlisle's procedure room. Jacob looked around at the trays of various medical supplies that had been arranged on sterile drapes as he laid Y/N down on the table.

"I can handle things from here if you'd like to step out," Carlisle offered, Jacob nodded.

"I'll be right outside," He mumbled, leaving the room quickly and closing the door behind himself.

He realized that his skin and clothes were covered in her blood, staring down at his shaking hands as he backed into the wall. Jacob inhaled slowly as he slid down the wall, sitting on the floor and staring off into space as he thought about what had happened.

Y/N had tried to end her own life.

Jacob had no idea that she felt like her life had gotten bad enough to warrant something so terrible. She seemed completely fine a few days ago, but he clearly didn't know the whole story.

Edward made his way down the hallway, lingering a few steps away from Jacob as he looked down at him, "How bad was it?" Edward asked.

"There was a lot of blood," Jacob replied.

"I don't know why she'd do something so reckless," Edward said, shaking his head.

Jacob looked up at him, "She clearly didn't think she had any other option. Everyone in this house is so intent on saving her, but no one is willing to listen to what she actually wants," He stated.

"We're trying to help her, Jacob. I don't expect you to understand," Edward said.

"She obviously doesn't want your help," Jacob snapped.

"You're right... But we can't let her go without trying absolutely everything to save her," Edward said.

"I haven't known her for very long, but I think this was her way of telling you to stop," Jacob replied.

Edward didn't reply and the pair settled into a tense silence as they waited outside the door. It took a few hours before Carlisle emerged, wiping the blood from his hands, "Is she okay?" Jacob asked.

"She'll be fine, but we need to have her under constant observation from this point on," Carlisle stated.

"We'll do whatever we can," Edward nodded.

"I'll move her back to her bedroom and we can take shifts," Carlisle said.

"I want to be with her when she wakes up," Jacob said, Carlisle nodded.

"I gave her a pretty heavy sedative so she'll probably be out for a while. You can wash up and take first watch," Carlisle said, Jacob nodded.

He took a quick shower and changed his clothes before making his way back to Y/N's bedroom. She slept soundly in ber bed with crisp white gauze wrapped around both of her wrists.

Jacob sat down in the chair beside her bed, watching over her as the sun began to set outside. He couldn't explain it, but he felt some kind of obligation to be with Y/N at this time.

Everyone in the family had someone and she was alone, losing her Vampirism along with her vitality. She needed someone to speak up for her because no one in the family was willing to listen to what she really wanted.

...

It had been a few days since Y/N had attempted to take her own life and things in the household were tense.

Carlisle decided that Y/N needed to be closely monitored since her attempt. Y/N could no longer be trusted and he couldn't bring himself to give her another chance.

Jasper and Bella were not included in the rotation of constant supervision over Y/N. Carlisle didn't doubt that she would harm herself again to take advantage of their bloodlust.

Y/N hadn't said much since she woke up after her attempt. Carlisle could tell that she was disappointed to have survived, but he didn't know how to help her.

Edward and Carlisle had searched her room, confiscating anything that she could possibly use to harm herself. Carlisle could feel her growing resentment, but he still cared about her and would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

Even from herself.

Jacob tried to be a positive presence in Y/N's life. He brought cards, board games, books and movies whenever he had the chance.

Jacob seemed to be the only person Y/N could tolerate and Carlisle encouraged him to spend as much time with her as possible. Jacob had been a good friend to Bella when Edward left Forks. Carlisle hoped that the young boy would be able to show Y/N that she still had something left to live for.

Jacob stepped into the bedroom and Emmett stood up from the chair next to her bed. Y/N glared at him as he moved across the room.

"Good luck, she's in a mood," Emmett muttered, stepping out of her bedroom and closing the door behind himself.

Jacob made his way over, sitting down in the chair at her bedside, "So, you're in a mood today, huh?" He questioned.

Y/N didn't reply, staring ahead silently, "I'd be pretty pissed if I was stuck in a room all day too," He said, eyes flickering over her face.

Y/N's cheeks were sunken in and dark bags had settled underneath her eyes. She hadn't been able to keep any food down for days and he hated watching her fade away.

"Do you wanna get out of the house for a while?" Jacob asked.

Y/N shot him a look, "Don't offer something that you can't provide," She snapped.

"I already talked to Carlisle," Jacob stated.

"And he agreed?" Y/N asked.

"He did," Jacob nodded.

She sat up, pushing the blankets off of her body and flipping her legs over the side of the bed, "Where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"Wherever you want," Jacob replied.

Y/N stood up with a grimace before slowly moving into her closet, she returned after a few moments with a jacket and shoes on.

"Ready to go?" He questioned, she nodded.

Jacob followed closely behind her as she made her way out of the bedroom and through the house. Y/N paused at the top of the stairs, holding onto the railing as she struggled to catch her breath.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, hand settling on her lower back.

"Just need a minute," She mumbled.

"Do you need to sit down?" He questioned, Y/N nodded.

Jacob took a step down, taking her hand and supporting her as she sat down at the top of the stairs.

"Should I get Carlisle?" Jacob asked, Y/N shook her head.

"I'm fine," She stated, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes.

Jacob sat down on the stair beside her, watching her closely as she calmed down. It took a few minutes before Y/N was ready to continue on down the stairs.

Jacob moved ahead of her as they descended the stairs, ready to catch her if she lost her footing or became too exhausted.

They made their way outside and Y/N shivered as a cool breeze blew by them, "Do you need a warmer jacket?" Jacob questioned.

"I'm fine, Jacob," She replied.

"You sure? No wind protection on the motorcycle," He said.

Y/N smiled slightly, "Does Carlisle know about this?" She questioned.

Jacob shrugged as he stepped over to the bike, "Thought it could be our little secret," He said.

Jacob picked up his helmet from the seat of his motorcycle, holding it out to her. Y/N made her way over to him and took the helmet from his hand.

"Thank you for this," She said.

"No thanks necessary. Just need you to tell me where we're going," Jacob smiled.

"I want to see your house," Y/N stated.

"It's nothing special. Are you sure that's where you want to go?" He questioned.

Y/N nodded, "Alrighty then, let's get going," Jacob replied.

Y/N put on the helmet as Jacob got onto the motorcycle, he put the key into the ignition and started the engine. Y/N stepped over and lifted her leg over the bike, sitting down on the seat behind him.

"Hold on tight," Jacob said.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, leaning against his back as he pushed up the kickstand with his boot and sped off down the road.

...

Jacob stood in the doorway to his bedroom as he watched Y/N move around his space. Jacob was grateful that his father was spending the evening at Charlie's house.

Things had been going well with the Cullens and the Wolves, but Jacob worried that his father would still be uncomfortable with her presence in his home.

Y/N sat down on the edge of his bed, fingers brushing across the blankets beside her. Jacob made his way over, sitting down beside her with a soft sigh.

"So, is it everything you hoped it would be?" Jacob asked, gesturing vaguely to the room around them.

"Do you miss being here?" Y/N asked.

"A little, but I like being able to spend time with you and Renesmee," He replied.

"And Bella," Y/N said flatly.

Jacob smiled slightly, huffing a soft laugh, "I don't understand why you hate her so much," Jacob said.

"I just do," Y/N snapped.

"You're lucky that I like you," Jacob said.

Y/N's shoulders relaxed slightly, Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her body into his side. Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft huff.

"How would you feel about having a fire tonight?" Jacob questioned.

"I'd like that," She nodded.

Y/N straightened up as Jacob stood up from the edge of the bed, "I'll go get it started. You can hang out in here for a bit if you want," Jacob offered.

"I think I'd rather supervise you," Y/N replied.

"Do you want a beer while you supervise me?" He questioned.

"You're becoming a bad influence on me, Jacob," Y/N stated, standing up from the edge of the bed and stepping closer to him.

"I think you could definitely do a lot worse," Jacob smiled, picking up a folded blanket from the end of the bed.

"I'm not sure that Carlisle would agree with that," Y/N said, following him out into the living room.

"I think that you should get to experience everything that life has to offer," Jacob stated.

He stopped at the fridge, opening the door and reaching inside. He pulled out a beer bottle, closing the door before leading Y/N outside.

They walked across the yard and Jacob pulled out a chair for Y/N to sit in while he chopped the wood. Y/N sat quietly with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, watching him as he worked.

Jacob placed the wood into the pit before lighting a bit of kindling on fire and tucking it under the wood. The fire began to spread slowly, the wood crackled as smoke began to float up into the air.

Jacob sat down in the chair beside Y/N, they sat together quietly as she sipped on her beer.

"Do you like it?" Jacob questioned.

"It's disgusting," Y/N replied with a grimace.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't like it," Jacob chuckled.

"I can struggle through one beer," Y/N assured, picking at the label with her thumb nail.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Jacob asked.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, "You don't have to keep hanging out with me if you don't want to. I know that Carlisle put you up to it," Y/N said.

"I want to hang out with you... It seems like you could really use a friend right now," Jacob replied.

Y/N looked over at him, "I don't want your pity," She stated.

"It's not pity. I just feel like no one in that house listens to you and it really bothers me. You need someone in your corner and I'm willing to be that person if you'll let me," Jacob said.

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, Jacob nodded.

"Back to what we were talking about before getting off track... What's the plan for tomorrow?" Jacob questioned, Y/N smiled softly.

#jacob black #jacob black imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x oc #twilight imagine #rosalie hale #alice cullen #Carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #twilight #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x oc #edward cullen x you #edward cullen #bella cullen #bella swan

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melanchoire · 5 months ago

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cld you do giselle and reader roomates who “help” eachother when horny? ^^

cw: ass eating, cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, 69ning.

i see giselle capable of doing this 😭 you could be sitting on the couch of the living room on any given day of the week in the afternoon, focused on completing homework when she plops down on the couch and says “oh my god i’m so horny right now” 💀

it would take you so by surprise that you would have to turn to look at her hoping that she was joking, but she looks so frustrated and disappointed that you feel like she’s not completely joking...

you know giselle’s reputation, her typical routine of partying all weekend and kissing or sleeping with as many people as possible, and you weren’t against that! she is attractive and has a hot body, you would fall for it too

“can’t you just, i don’t know, text one of your many boyfriends?”

“ugh, sexting isn’t the same as fucking. i want to get laid, not dick pics.”

and well— you loved giselle's honesty, but sometimes it was too much even for you or for her own good

“don’t you want to help me? you know, fuck and stuff.”

“giselle what the fuck—?”

“oh shut up, (y/n).” and she takes the computer off your lap and places it on the coffee table, climbs onto your lap and takes your hands to guide them to her ass 😳 you would have refused if it weren’t for the fact that you were focused on her tits practically pressed against your face and the feeling of her ass in your hands… giselle is hot as hell and you wouldn’t miss the chance to fuck her! honestly, it’s something you’ve wanted for a long time

dry hump with giselle on your lap with a steamy session of messy and sloppy kisses as you two grope each other’s bodies, squeezing tits and pinching nipples through the thin fabric of t-shirts or gropping each other's asses playfully 😵‍💫 both giselle and you wanted this for a long time and it shows in how you never hesitate before your actions

69ning with gigi with her on top 🥴 you always looked at her ass when she wore very short pants or just ones that really accentuated her attributes, so when she made you lay on your back on the couch you almost drooled watching her sit on your face with her pussy on your mouth and her ass lowering onto your face...

moaning into each other’s pussy because you two are fingering each other at a fast pace, massaging her thighs and squeezing the skin between your fingers or spanking her to make her squeal and leave finger marks on her creamy skin🫠 taking advantage to start to tease giselle, parting her buttocks and giving a long and slow one all over her slit, from her clit to her ass, grinning against her when you hear the shaky moan that leaves her lips

giselle can only moan against your pussy, and that’s all for giselle to start enjoying your teasing. stopping the actions of her mouth on you to end up sitting properly on your face, tilting her head and throwing her messy hair over her shoulder as she moves her hips against your mouth and begins to lose herself in pleasure 🥴 but she’s not selfish! she knows you’re just as horny as she is, so being the kind roommate she is, she ends up riding your mouth at the same time as she fingers you and uses her other hand to rub your clit 💕

even when her juices are gushing out of her pussy and soaking your entire face, she's not done yet! but the moment she lifted her ass from your face she directly positioned herself between your legs, aligning her pussy with yours but in a reverse way in which she was turning her back to you because she enjoyed more than she should the sharp spankings that you provided her at all times 🥰

gigi being so exhausted but wanting to continue 😔 laying on her side and lazily making out with you, pressing her sticky, sweaty body against yours and saying “c’mon, (y/n). just one more. i need one more.” looking so attractive with her messy hair and sweaty forehead 😩 giselle being so insatiable that you don’t understand how she can calm her needs when she is alone 😭 but she is lucky that from now on, whenever she has a problem, her roommate will be here willing to help her

#aeri uchinaga #aeri uchinaga x fem reader #aeri uchinaga x reader #aeri uchinaga smut #uchinaga aeri #uchinaga aeri x fem reader #uchinaga aeri x reader #uchinaga aeri smut #giselle #giselle x fem reader #giselle x reader #giselle smut #aespa #aespa x fem reader #aespa x reader #aespa smut

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https-prentiss · 8 days ago

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wet and needy -‘๑’- emily prentiss

Emily comes home exhausted and you’re just the pervy girlfriend who can’t wait to make her forget everything

You’re stretched out on your stomach across the bed when you hear the front door open, the familiar sound of Emily’s keys hitting the side table. The soft click of the lock sliding into place. You glance up just as she walks into the room, hair a little mussed from the drizzle outside, rain dotting the shoulders of her jacket.

She looks exhausted, tension in her jaw and dark circles under those sharp, beautiful eyes, but fuck — she’s still so stupidly gorgeous you swear it does something dangerous to you. That tailored coat, dark jeans hugging her hips, the faint flush in her cheeks from the cold.

You’d been waiting for her like a starved thing, picturing this exact moment all damn day. And now that she’s here, you can feel your pulse start to hammer, a low, persistent ache already blooming between your legs.

The smirk you give her makes her brow lift in that way you love — like she already knows you’re about to be a fucking menace. “Why are you grinning like that?” she murmurs, voice scratchy from the weather, loosening her cuffs.

You push up on your elbows, letting your gaze drag over every inch of her, practically licking your lips. “Because you have no idea what I wanna do to you right now,” you reply, voice lower, thick with intent. And God, the way her mouth twitches at that, trying not to smile, makes your stomach twist tight.

You don’t give her time to argue. You cross the room in a few quick steps, reaching for the lapels of her coat, fingers curling into the damp material as you pull her toward you.

Her scent hits you immediately — rain, spice, a trace of her perfume — and your brain short-circuits. You crash your mouth to hers, slow but filthy, tongues tangling, lips parting, that first kiss messy and desperate like you’ve both needed this all day.

The sound she makes when you nip at her bottom lip, the way she leans into you like she can’t help herself, sends a bolt of heat straight to your cunt. You rock your hips up against her, just enough to feel the drag of your panties, to let her feel the damp spot you know’s already there.

“Jesus, you’re worked up,” she groans against your mouth, hand slipping around to grip the back of your neck.

You smile, teeth grazing her jaw as you nip your way down to the curve of her throat. “Been thinking about you since this morning,” you murmur, letting your hands slip beneath her shirt, palms skating up her warm, soft stomach. She shivers beneath your touch, her skin pebbling.

You swear you could get off just on the way she responds to you, every hitch in her breath, every tiny tremor. “Couldn’t stop picturing your tits in this bra.” You palm them, greedy and unashamed, squeezing until she groans, her back arching into your hands.

“Fuck, baby,” she hisses, but she doesn’t stop you. She never does.

Your fingers work the button of her jeans, popping it open with a flick, dragging the zipper down slow, teasing, loving the way her breath catches when your knuckles graze the warmth between her legs. She’s wet already, the heat of her radiating through damp lace, and you nearly whimper because there’s something about Emily Prentiss slick and throbbing for you in her jeans after a long day that drives you out of your fucking mind.

“You’ve been like this the whole way home?” you tease, slipping your hand inside, fingers stroking through damp curls, down to her swollen, slick folds. She groans, her hips rocking toward you, her jaw clenched like she’s trying to stay composed, and it’s so goddamn hot you feel your own pussy clench in response.

“You’re disgusting,” she mutters, but she’s smiling now, eyes darker, lids heavy, voice frayed at the edges like she’s barely holding it together.

You grin against her throat, tongue dragging over her pulse. “You fucking love it.”

You steer her toward the bed, one hand still cupping her through her panties, the other pushing her jeans down as she walks backward. She sits with a soft exhale, legs parting instinctively, and God she looks obscene like this.

Dark hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, those perfect tits rising and falling in time with her ragged breaths. You crawl over her, hands everywhere, lips ghosting over her skin. You mouth at the curve of her throat, down the dip between her breasts, teeth catching on the lace of her bra, dragging it down to expose one dusky nipple. You suck it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the hardened peak, and the sharp gasp she lets out makes your stomach tighten painfully.

You fucking love the sounds she makes. Low, rough, desperate — the way she moans when you graze your teeth over sensitive skin, the way her breath stutters when your hand slides between her thighs again, fingers finding her clit, circling it slow, teasing. You watch how her body reacts, how her stomach tenses, hips twitching, the muscle in her thigh jumping.

“You should see yourself,” you rasp, lifting your head to meet her eyes, your own voice unsteady now. “So fucking pretty like this. All flushed and needy.”

And she groans at your words, head tipping back, a soft curse spilling from her lips. You watch her hand slide down, fingers brushing yours, and you realize what she’s doing. Your cunt throbs. She’s touching herself, rubbing tight, frantic little circles as your fingers slip lower, teasing at her entrance.

“You wanna watch me, huh?” she breathes, a wicked gleam in her eye even as her voice cracks.

“God, yeah. Show me how bad you need it.”

She groans again, fingers slick with her own wetness, hips canting up. The sight of it — Emily Prentiss with her legs spread, touching herself while you watch from between her thighs — is so filthy you swear you could come untouched.

You lean in, tongue flicking over one nipple, your free hand palming her other breast, and you’re not even pretending to be patient now. The air smells like her, like sweat and rain and arousal, and you drag your tongue lower, over the soft slope of her stomach, teeth nipping at sensitive skin.

You yank her panties down and she lets you, one hand still moving between her legs, and you catch her wrist before she can finish. You bring her wet fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her, groaning low and shameless because she’s so fucking sweet you can’t stand it.

“Jesus Christ,” she pants, watching you, pupils blown wide.

“You taste so fucking good,” you mutter, sliding two fingers into her slick heat, feeling the way her body clenches around you instantly, and you swear it’s like your own pussy throbs in time with hers. Her hips buck, a ragged moan spilling from her lips as your thumb finds her clit, circling it just how she likes, your tongue laving over her nipples, the sounds of her falling apart filling the room.

Your fingers slip inside her like they belong there, and fuck, the way she clenches around them makes your whole body ache. She’s hot — so wet it’s obscene, your palm getting slick with it as you push deeper, curling just right until her hips jerk.

You can feel how swollen she is, soft, slippery walls pulsing tight around your knuckles, her arousal coating your skin, sticky and warm. Every time you thrust your fingers in, there’s this soft, sinful sound — the wet, sucking noise of her pussy trying to keep you in, and you swear you could come just listening to it.

“Fuck, you feel that, Em?” you rasp against her chest, your teeth grazing over one nipple again as your wrist works between her thighs. “Hear how wet you are for me?”

“Jesus,” she breathes, hips rocking against your hand. Her face is flushed, lips parted, dark eyes glazed with lust. She looks wrecked already, hair stuck to her damp temples, her throat working as she swallows down another moan. You watch her chest rise and fall in fast, shallow breaths, those perfect tits heaving with each gasp you pull from her. God, you love her like this — sweaty, needy, raw.

“You’re gonna make me come so fast if you keep talking like that,” she manages, voice wrecked, a desperate, broken edge to it now.

You grin, licking a stripe up the curve of one breast before you press your lips to her ear. “Good. I wanna feel you gush all over my hand, baby. Wanna watch that pretty pussy clench and soak me.”

And it fucking does — you feel her clamp down, those silken muscles fluttering around your fingers, and her back arches off the bed like she can’t stop it. Your thumb circles her clit faster now, relentless, knowing exactly how to wind her up tight. Every stroke has her hips chasing your hand, those long legs falling open wider, thighs trembling against your shoulders. She’s so sensitive you can see the way her stomach jumps with every touch, muscles flexing under flushed skin.

Her voice goes high, breath catching, and then she’s babbling, a beautiful filthy stream of curses and pleas.

“Oh fuck — baby, right there, don’t stop — oh God, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you are,” you growl, watching the way her cunt grips your fingers, her slick soaking your hand, the obscene wet sound of it filling the room. “Come for me, Emily. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart.”

And she does.

With a shattered, desperate cry of your name, her whole body tenses, thighs clamping around your wrist as her pussy spasms around your fingers. You feel it — the gush of wetness, her slick coating your hand as she comes hard, hips bucking wildly. Her face contorts, jaw slack, eyes squeezed shut, dark hair sticking to her flushed face. You can see how her tits bounce with every jerk of her body, nipples so hard they ache to be in your mouth again.

“Holy… shit,” she gasps, one hand fisting the sheets, the other clinging to your wrist like she can’t bear for you to stop.

You ease her through it, fingers fucking her slower now, still pressing deep, your thumb teasing lazy circles around her clit just to make her tremble and curse again.

When her hips finally settle, when her breath comes in ragged little pulls, you slip your fingers free, watching her shudder at the loss. She looks wrecked — hair a mess, lips swollen, skin slick with sweat and flushed pink. Her pussy’s puffy, glistening, still twitching, folds slick and swollen, and you’re so goddamn wet from it you can feel the ache of it deep in your belly.

You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking them clean, moaning low as her taste coats your tongue.

“Fuck me,” she groans, watching you with half-lidded eyes, voice rough and shredded. “You’re so filthy.”

You grin. “I can be filthier.”

And before she can catch her breath, before she can even think about stopping you, you crawl up and kiss her hard, making sure she tastes herself on your tongue. She groans into your mouth, pulling you down, and you moan when your slick-soaked panties drag against her thigh.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked,” she murmurs against your lips, reaching down to cup you through the drenched fabric.

You gasp, grinding down against her hand, the friction unbearable. Your panties are clinging to you, dark with arousal, the gusset slick and heavy against your folds. You’re so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs, sticky and hot, every nerve ending on fire. Your clit’s so sensitive it aches, your pussy clenching at nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Been like this since you walked in,” you whisper, voice shaky now.

Emily’s hand moves, pulling your panties aside, and her fingers brush over your slit, collecting your slick before sinking two fingers inside you in one smooth push. You cry out, body jolting, your head falling against her shoulder.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” she growls, pumping her fingers hard, curling them just right. “You love getting off on me, don’t you?”

“Yes — fuck, yes — Em, please—”

She bites your neck, tongue soothing over the mark, and you shudder when her thumb finds your clit. The first press of it has your thighs shaking, your stomach clenching tight. You’re so close already, the stretch of her fingers perfect, the filthy, wet sounds of your cunt sucking her in loud in your ears.

“You’re gonna come for me,” she murmurs, voice dark and possessive. “Right now. Soak my fucking hand.”

And you do — with a strangled moan, your entire body convulses, pleasure ripping through you like lightning. You swear you feel yourself gush, slick pouring down her fingers, your pussy spasming violently around her hand. Everything goes white-hot, your hips jerking, clit throbbing under her thumb as she keeps working you through it.

“Oh, fuck, Emily — fuck, baby — don’t stop—”

She doesn’t, not until you’re begging, tears stinging your eyes from the overstimulation, your cunt a twitching, aching mess. When she finally pulls her hand free, it’s soaked, shining with your slick, and she holds it up, watching the wetness drip down her wrist.

“Look at this,” she murmurs, smirking. “God, I love how fucking messy you are for me.”

You can barely breathe, your whole body trembling, your pussy still clenching at nothing. You meet her gaze, still panting, and grin through the haze of it.

“Round two?”

Her smirk turns downright dangerous.

“Oh, you’re not getting any sleep tonight, baby.”

The look in her eyes makes your stomach flip, heat rushing low in your belly all over again. You're still trembling, your pussy still clenching on nothing, slick and swollen from how hard she worked you. Your skin’s flushed, hair sticking to your damp forehead, but you don’t care. You want her again — need to feel her cunt against yours, to grind until you’re both soaked and overstimulated, until the room reeks of sex and neither of you can move.

“C’mere,” you rasp, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her down on top of you, catching her mouth in a filthy, breathless kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing, the kind of kiss that tastes like sweat and come and need. You can feel the slick heat between her thighs as she settles against you, her pussy hot and puffy, and it makes your own clench hard in response.

“Need to feel you,” you mumble against her lips, voice wrecked. “Need you on me. Now.”

She groans, low and raw, reaching down to yank your panties the rest of the way off, tossing them aside like she can’t be bothered to care where they land. Her hands grip your thighs, pulling them apart, and you swear you can feel your cunt pulse at the sight of her kneeling there — dark hair a mess, eyes blown, tits flushed and perfect, her pussy slick and gleaming between her thighs, swollen and needy.

She looks wrecked. You look wrecked. It’s fucking perfect.

“God, look at this pussy,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing over your soaked folds, spreading you open. You can hear it — the slick, obscene sound of your wetness, your folds flushed pink and shiny, clit swollen and throbbing. She groans, biting her bottom lip, and you feel your stomach clench.

“Stop teasing,” you whisper, desperate now, grinding your hips up.

She smirks, settling between your legs, her hands on your inner thighs, spreading them wider as she swings one of her long, toned legs over yours. The moment her pussy brushes against yours, both of you gasp — the heat, the wet, messy drag of her folds sliding against yours is fucking unreal. You can feel how slick she is, how swollen, how her clit catches against yours in the best fucking way.

“Oh my God,” you choke out, your hands flying to her hips, pulling her down, needing more.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” Emily groans, starting to rock her hips, slow at first, grinding her cunt against yours. The friction is everything — wet, slippery, hot — the messy, soaked slap of your pussies grinding together making both of you moan. It’s not graceful, it’s filthy. The kind of desperate, hungry, sticky grind that makes your thighs ache and your stomach clench, every drag of her clit against yours sending bolts of pleasure through your core.

“Fuck, Em — your pussy — feels so good,” you pant, staring down at the slick mess between your legs. You can see it — her folds spread against yours, both of you glistening, flushed and swollen, your clits brushing, catching, sliding slick and hot. The wet, filthy sounds of it fill the room, your scent thick in the air, and it makes you dizzy.

She’s watching you, eyes half-lidded, a feral grin on her face. “Love watching you like this,” she pants, grinding down harder, your clits catching in that perfect spot that makes both of you cry out. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you get needy.”

You can feel your orgasm building again, heat coiling tight in your stomach, your legs starting to shake. Every drag of her clit against yours is perfect — slick and slippery and just enough pressure to make you see stars. Your hands grip her hips tight, helping her move, both of you rutting against each other like animals, sweat-soaked, breathless, messy.

“Don’t stop — fuck, Em — I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, come for me, baby,” she groans, her own voice high and strained now, her cunt throbbing against yours. “Wanna feel you soak me.”

And you do. It hits you like a train — your clit throbbing, pussy clenching, your hips jerking wildly as you cry out her name. Slick gushes between your legs, soaking both of you, and Emily’s right behind you. You feel her stiffen, her pussy clenching against yours as she comes with a wrecked, desperate moan, her body shaking, her hips grinding frantically as she rides it out.

The wet, squelching sounds are filthy, your slick mixed with hers, both of your thighs drenched, the sheets underneath dark with it. Neither of you can stop moving, grinding through it, overstimulation making your bodies twitch and tremble, pleasure blooming so sharp it borders on pain.

When you finally collapse, it’s in a tangled, sweaty heap, both of you panting, skin flushed and sticky. Your cunt’s still throbbing, aching and swollen, slick dripping down your thighs. Emily’s chest is heaving, hair clinging to her face, her own thighs glistening, her pussy puffy and pink and used.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, your voice nothing but a wrecked whisper.

She laughs, low and ruined, pressing a soft, breathless kiss to your mouth. “I told you you weren’t getting any sleep.”

You grin against her lips. “Good. Hope you’re not either.”

Her eyes gleam. “Not a fucking chance.”

And you know you’re not done yet.

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superliftcanada · 1 year ago

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thaatdigitaldiary · 3 months ago

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ALL NIGHT. 3.8K WORDS. // paige bueckers. cw : fem!reader, fluff, alcohol consumption, oral, fingering, scissoring. // “with every tear, came redemption.” // beyonce.

summary. // after winning a national championship, all paige could think about was how proud you were.

ke speaks 🗣️. // it’s been a minute you guys. lemme just express how proud i am of this team, and this fandom i’ve been welcomed to🥹. not only have i met my girlfriend, some of of my bestest friends, and so many amazing people, ive grown to love writing and becoming a community. love you guys, and also thank you for 1.4k followers ❤️

You were there for it all. The ups, the downs, the highs—the lows.

But it was all worth it for the moment you saw her face in the crowd, the smile worth millions beaming on the big screen.

The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as the final buzzer sounded, sealing UConn's victory in the National Championship. Confetti rained down like a golden storm, and the sea of fans in the stands erupted into chaos. Your heart pounded, not just from the win, but from watching her—Paige Bueckers, your girlfriend, the star of the night—lift the trophy high above her head, her grin wide enough to light up the whole damn arena. She'd just balled out, dropping a cool seventeen points, and now she was a champion.

Your champion.

You were courtside, decked out in her jersey—number 5, of course—cheering so loud your throat was raw. When her eyes found yours through the madness, she winked, that cocky little smirk tugging at her lips.

God, she looked good when she knew she'd killed it. The team swarmed her, but she broke free just long enough to jog over, pulling you into a sweaty, bone-crushing hug over the barrier.

"We fuckin' did it, baby!" she yelled over the noise, her voice hoarse from shouting all game. Her arms were strong around you, and you could feel her heart racing against your chest.

"You did it, P!" you shouted back, laughing as she kissed your forehead, her lips warm and quick before she got dragged back into the celebration. You watched her go, your chest swelling with pride and something else-anticipation. Tonight was gonna be perfect.

Fast forward a couple hours, and the team decided to hit up a bar downtown to keep the vibes going. You'd gone home to change first, trading the jersey for something that'd make Paige's jaw drop.

You picked a black miniskirt, tight in all the right places, with a matching black shirt that made your tits sit just right—your sternum tat sitting pretty right in the middle.

When you met up with the team at the bar, Paige was already there, looking perfect in her dark wash jeans and graphic tee, chain peeking out just enough to tease. Her blonde hair was down, loose waves catching the dim lights, and when she saw you, her eyes widened.

"Yo, hold up," she said, stepping closer, her voice low and raspy. "You tryna leave early tonight, or sum’?” Her hands slid to your waist, pulling you in as she bit her lip, giving you that look—like she was already plotting how the night would end.

"You look good, P," you teased, running a hand down her chest. She smirked, leaning in to whisper, "Just be patient. We gon’ celebrate you tonight."

The bar was packed, music thumping, and the team was loud as hell—Azzi and Kaitlyn were already on their second round of shots, KK was dancing on a table, and Ice was trying to talk her down, laughing her ass off.

Paige kept you close, her arm slung around your shoulders as y'all sipped drinks and enjoyed each other. Every now and then, she'd lean over, lips brushing your ear to say something dirty or sweet—sometimes both.

"You proud of me, mama?" She asked at one point, her tone softer, almost needy under the bravado.

"Paige, I'm so proud of you," you said, turning to cup her face. "You're unreal out there. Best in the game, swear.”

She grinned, kissing you slow and deep right there in front of everybody, not caring who saw. "Love you, ma," she murmured against your lips, and your stomach flipped. The night was electric, but you were itching to get her alone.

By the time y'all stumbled out of the bar, it was past midnight, and the energy had shifted. The team was still hyped, but Paige's hand on your lower back told you she was ready to dip. "You wanna go to yours?" she said, her voice husky from the drinks and the vibe.

You didn't need convincing.

Your apartment wasn't far, and the second you hit the door, Paige was on you. She kicked it shut behind her, hands grabbing your hips as she pushed you against the wall, lips crashing into yours. It was messy, hungry, all tongues and teeth, and you moaned into it, tugging at her belt loops.

"Fuck, thought about you the whole time, baby," she growled, her breath hot against your neck as she kissed down it, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "You looked so good inna stands, couldn’t wait to touch you.

“Win or loss."

"Paige," you gasped, head tilting back as her hands roamed, slipping under your skirt to grip your thighs.

"You wanna get laid out, right?" Paige asks, a grin roaming across her face—her words seeming like a joke—but was all seriousness.

“Basically.”

She didn't waste time. Scooping you up like it was nothing, she carried you down the hall, your legs wrapped around her waist. You were kissing her the whole way, giggling when she almost tripped over your shoes by the door.

"All this giggling, you excited?" She laughed, kicking the bedroom door open and tossing you onto the bed.

You bounced once, propping up on your elbows to watch her strip off her shirt, her movements quick and deliberate. She caught you staring and smirked, taking her shirt off slow just to fuck with you. "You starin’."

"Shut up nd’ c'mere," you shot back, grabbing her by the waistband of her slacks when she got close enough. She laughed, climbing over you, and the weight of her body pinning you down sent a thrill through you.

Her lips found yours again, softer this time but still needy, and her hands were everywhere—tugging your skirt up, sliding over your skin. "You see how pretty this body is, baby," she mumbled, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

She pulled your skirt and shirt off you in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, and the way her eyes darkened made your breath hitch.

"Paige, please," you whined, arching into her touch as her fingers traced the edge of your underwear.

"Please what, mama? C’mon, I win a championship nd’ you still can’t use your words?" She teased, voice low as she kissed down your stomach, slow and torturous. "Tell me what you need."

"You," you breathed, hands tangling in her hair. "Want you fuckin’ me, baby."

She groaned at that, like your words flipped a switch. "Say less." Hooking her fingers in your panties, she yanked them down, tossing them somewhere behind her.

Then her mouth was on you, and one thing you knew—Paige didn't play when it came to this.

Her tongue moved like she'd memorized every spot that'd make you squirm, licking slow circles before sucking hard on your clit. You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, and she gripped your thighs to keep you still.

"Fuck, P… right there," you gasped, legs shaking as she ate you out like it was her last meal. She hummed against you, the vibration sending you spiraling, and when you looked down, her eyes were locked on yours, all smug and heated.

"Taste so good, mama," she mumbled between licks, and you were done for. Your hands tightened in her hair, hips grinding against her face as the pressure built, and she doubled down, tongue flicking faster until you came undone with a string of curses and her name on your lips.

She didn't stop until you were trembling, pulling back with a grin, her lips shiny and her chin wet. "That's one," she said, climbing back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her. You were still catching your breath, but you flipped her over, straddling her hips.

"Gotta celebrate you next, yeah?" You said, voice shaky but determined. She raised a brow, smirking like she was daring you, and you started unbuttoning her jeans, shoving them down with her boxers.

She was soaked, and the sight of her—legs spread, looking up at you like you were her whole world—had you dripping all over again.

You kissed her hard, grinding down so your wetness brushed against hers, and she moaned into your mouth, hands gripping your ass to pull you closer. "Fuck, ma, you’re pussy’s drippin’." She rasped, and you grinned, sliding a hand between you to tease her with your fingers.

"Payback, baby," you whispered, slipping two fingers inside her. She cursed, head tipping back as you curled them, hitting that spot that made her gasp. Her hips bucked against your hand, and you added a third, pumping faster while your thumb circled her clit. She was loud—groaning, swearing, chanting your name like a prayer—and it was the sexiest thing you'd ever heard.

"Shit, mama, I'm—fuck, don't stop," she panted, and you didn't, pushing her over the edge until she clenched around you, her whole body shuddering as she came. You slowed down, kissing her through it, and when she finally opened her eyes, they were hazy, full of that post-high glow.

"Goddamn," she breathed, pulling you down for a sloppy, grateful kiss. "You're too good at that."

"We ain't done," you said, smirking as you shifted, lining yourself up so you could press against her, wet heat meeting wet heat. She groaned low, hands guiding your hips as you started moving, slow at first, then faster as the friction built.

Scissoring with Paige was next—level—y'all fit together like puzzle pieces, every slide sending sparks through you both.

"Fuck, ma. pussy feels so good," she moaned, head thrown back, abs flexing as she matched your rhythm. The room was all heat and noise-skin slapping, breaths hitching, curses bouncing off the walls. You were close again, and you could tell she was too, her grip tightening, her moans getting louder.

"Paige, I'm gonna—" you started, but she cut you off, pulling you down to kiss you as you both hit that peak together, bodies shaking, locked tight as the waves crashed over you. It was intense, messy, perfect, and when you finally collapsed beside her, both of you sweaty and spent, she pulled you into her arms, laughing softly.

"Best fuckin' celebration ever," she said, voice rough but warm, kissing the top of your head. You snuggled closer, tracing lazy circles on her stomach.

"Love you, P," you murmured, and she squeezed you tighter.

"Love you more, ma. Always."

The night faded into soft breaths and tangled limbs, the championship net forgotten somewhere downstairs. All that mattered was her—your Paige—and the way she held you like you were her whole world.

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 4 months ago

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but after your danny phantom post, wb!reader dating danny phantom?? image the batfamily reaction to this wack ass teenager

LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

So, at first, the reader and Danny's relationship was like, "Get the fuck away from me, loser!" and "They're so amazing!" The reader hated Danny so much; they were low-key jealous of him because of how the Batfam greeted him with open arms whenever he came around to the manor or the cave, while they received nothing. Yeah, nah, Danny is now an opp—anytime he's around, you turn the other way. You lock yourself in your room or remain completely quiet when he tries to talk to you, doing everything to make him uncomfortable and push him away. What’s on Danny’s mind when you do this stuff? “Oh, Trucker, they're just too shy! I mean, they sprint up to their room whenever I come around!” he says with literal hearts in his eyes and little hearts floating around him. “Sounds like they hate you?” “No, last time they made full eye contact with me at the dinner table, but they were staring pretty hard.” Trucker face-palms himself so hard it leaves a permanent hand mark on his forehead. Danny is swooning over you while you're planning his demise—even when he's in his ghost form, you’re not impressed. He reveals his secret identity within days, not hiding it from you because, for you both to have a strong relationship, you have to tell each other the truth. But you guys aren't even DATING! He’s so goddamn delusional, yet he wins you over. He’s talking your ear off at a gala, and you finally falter just a little. I mean, he’s kinda cute, and he’s a total dork and a loser, and that’s low-key your type. So you give him a chance, and you both become a power couple, but you still never tell him that you used to own a target board with his face on it, where you would throw everything from pencils to ballpoint pens to scissors, always aiming for his head—but he’ll never know. That one time the two of you were kissing, he accidentally phased through you, ruining the whole mood for him because you couldn’t stop laughing. The poor guy was trying to be romantic, and if the Batfam finds out, it’ll be like Gumball trying to take Penny on a date. Bruce will slam the door on Danny, saying he’s too reckless and brash, but he praised him before both of you started dating. Jason tells you the relationship will fail because he’s barely around, but that’s the same with the whole family. Dick loves Danny, but dating his baby sibling? He’s going to find a Ouija board and seal him in there for a while. Tim, Damian, and Duke are yelling, “YOU CAN DO BETTER!” But you’re literally in love with a boy you used to hate with every fiber of your being.

WB!reader: I used to hate the hell out of you yeah know...

*Danny lifts his head from your chest quickly, his whole body jolting as he looks down at you.*

Danny: What, when?

*WB!reader laughs nervously*

Danny:[Name]!!!

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lvmimis · 1 year ago

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cw: smut but softcore. hot spring. too much banter. reader is implied to have textured hair.

“Your hair’s grown long,” you murmur.

With the observation, your right hand wades gently in the steamy surface of the hot spring to rise to Tanjiro's damp cheek and pats it coquettishly before your fingers glide gently through the strands of his water-slicked burgundy locks. You’ve been submerged together, you to your collarbones and him just to the base of his pectoral muscles for the past thirty minutes, chatting idly with a short pause in conversation just moments before this to rest and relax, really letting the soothing waters seep into your skin. Traveling together has weighed heavy on you both and the few minutes to catch your breath have been welcome, but now that you're rejuvenated, you’re right back to teasing.

“You think so?” he asks. He looks a bit surprised, his own rough fingers closing around a couple looser strands. The remainder stick close to his skin, framing his handsome face, his neck, and the slope of his broad shoulders, and you continue to run your hand through them at the forehead, gently scratching his scalp with your nails as you do so.

“Yeah, not that I don’t like it,” you practically wink, and he smiles, pulling you into his arms so that you’re back pressed to chest again. You inhale softly and he sighs as if you were sharing one breath.

“I must have not been paying attention,” he murmurs, kissing your ear. You laugh to yourself, a trickle of heat running down your spine with the nibble of his teeth..

“That’s why you have me,” you remind him, brightly. "To pay attention to you, that is." Your own hair is in a high bun, avoiding the water but reveling in the wafting steam to nurture your coils and he lets himself breathe deeply of the scent, then presses his lips to your neck.

“Cut it for me?” he asks, tentatively. His hands wander again, gliding from your shoulders to your wrists, and the soft splash of the water parting accentuates the drop of your heart into your loins as he kisses the soft underside.

“I don’t know how to cut wavy hair,” you immediately answer, but he’s turning you to face him again in the water and his eyes look at you hungrily now, as if you’re having a conversation a lot more licentious than the simple act of snipping away with scissors.

“I don’t mind as long as you try your best.”

Tanjiro’s voice is coming out breathy and lower as he leans in, and he’s clearly asking for something more from you rather than this simple future act of service. Eyes darkening as you press your palm against his chest, right above the jagged scars, he asks if you think you’re up to it, and it’s clear he’s not talking about an impromptu haircut.

“And if I do a bad job?”

His hands are on your hips now, cupping the curve of your ass before they lift up, your legs reflexively finding their way in a hold around his waist. The warmth of the hard length pressed soft against your belly stands out so much more than anything in the world right now, enough to make your breath hold tightly in your throat.

“I won’t hold anything against you,” he teases.

You snort, but his bad joke has made him crack a smile. Pulling you with him through the water, he lets himself lean on the rocky wall as he supports you.

“You’ll let me do whatever I want then?” you ask. He nods, biting his lower lip as you attempt to ease yourself around his cock. He’s good at flustering you, but easily forgets how quickly you can turn the tables on him, at a loss for words as you descend.

But then once you sink in, and take all of him inside, your arms reflexively wrapping around his neck, the temporary gain is lost as you adjust to his length, moaning as he stretches out your insides. Again. Just moments ago, you were like this, letting him slip in and out of you, fluid resistance meaning so little to him with every thrust.

“Of course,” he practically croons.

The push and pull between the two of you is always an endless wave of emotion, where even something as simple as telling your boyfriend he’s looking kind of shaggy ends up in being awash in emotion, but that’s the ebb and flow of your relationship and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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