#Soda and ice cream WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

[evilittlecrow]

Every now and then I watch a Gastronaut episode and I get intense cultural backlash

[sweetshuga]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ✧ 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔! Begging you to give him head with strawberry syrup drizzled all over his dick. "Please, ma, I really want to try it out—just this once, pretty please?"

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Basically just that Matt imagine with the brownie, but it's Chris who's receiving<3 «𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟣 𝒌 (𝟣,𝟢𝟤𝟢)

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 (I know this is probably too long for an imagine, but that's alr ×-×)

⚠ 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻 𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ⚠

You went to the store to buy snacks and things for a movie night with Chris, your boyfriend. The list was simple, a few bags of chips, sweets and a few cans of soda – preferably Pepsi. Huh? You don’t remember writing that. You stared at the note you had made, an amused small chuckle escaping you. "Sneaky," you mumbled to yourself as you looked at his scribbled words.

𓆩♡𓆪

The moment you walked through the door, Chris greeted you with a peck on your cheek and he immediately helped you with the bags. "Shit, these are heavy, what did you even buy?" He looked at you confused as he set the bags of things down on the kitchen counter. "One too many cans of Pepsi, snacks and ice cream... And strawberry syrup." He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "strawberry syrup? For what?" You chuckled at his expression, "for the ice cream? What else?"

Chris was just about to say something back, but then stopped, closing his mouth and getting lost in thought. You blinked a few times, confused by the sudden zoned out look on his face. "Chris?" You tilted your head slightly to the side, "baby?" He blinked rapidly a few times, finally getting out of whatever trance he was in.

"Uh, yeah, what’s up?" You chuckled softly, a confused grin on your face, "what’s up?" You repeated his words with a confused undertone, "you suddenly just stared at me without talking." He grinned sheepishly, "sorry, ma, ’was just thinking of something." He gently grasped your wrist and pulled you towards himself, "mm, what do you say we cancel our movie night and do it tomorrow instead?"

You hugged his torso, looking up at him with a smile. "Why? Got something on your mind?" He nodded, looking down at you, his hand reaching out to put a few stray strands of hair behind your ears before speaking, "yeah, actually, I do have something in mind, but I don’t know if you’re willing to help me with it."

You smiled softly, "of course I’ll help you baby, just tell me about it." A smile grew on his lips and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, chuckling afterwards. Chris pulled back slightly to gauge your expression, his smile faltered when he noticed your lack of response and he quickly added. "Please, ma, I really want to try it out—just this once, pretty please?"

You chuckled, rubbing his back soothingly before finally speaking, "I wasn’t gonna say no." His face immediately lit up, "oh thank God, thought you’d be put off by it." You shook your head with a grin, "nope, far from it, that’s actually hot you know... wanting to have me suck you off with syrup all over your dick, honestly turns me on." You admitted, unapologetically grinning.

Throwing his head back as he laughed, and a few giggles later he looked down at you again, the grin on his face still present. "You’re a weird one, but then again, I’m the one that suggested it." He leaned in closer and left a soft peck on your lips, "alright, let’s see if it’s as hot as our imaginations."

"Oh fuck, just— just like that." He breathed out encouragingly, moaning lowly as you took him in deeper. His hand rested on the top of your head – not forcing or guiding, just resting there and occasionally caressing your hair. You had tied your hair up, and as much as Chris wanted to just help you hold your hair up with his hand, he knew he would be too lost in pleasure to do it properly so he let you do your thing.

You pulled his length out of your mouth with a wet pop and drizzled more strawberry syrup on it before flattening your tongue, and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. The feeling of him twitching on your tongue made you giggle. "Mm, so delicious," you murmured before wrapping your lips back around his tip, suckling on his sensitive head only.

His eyes rolled back briefly at your words and actions, a shaky whine leaving his swollen lips—swollen from making out prior to this. You didn’t give him what he wanted and instead of taking him deeper, you focused solely on his tip—the rest of his shaft getting a sloppy hand job.

He desperately tried to reign in his desire to fuck your mouth, wanting to let you take control for once. You swirled your tongue around his tip inside your mouth. The wet squelching and slurping sounds filled the room. You were thankful that you and Chris were at your place because he wasn’t exactly quiet, letting his voice out which he usually never did.

Chris let out a series of profanities along with a particularly loud whine when you stopped. "W-why?" He choked out, the only coherent word he could say in his pleasure-fogged mind. "No reason," you chuckled before abruptly moving your hand at a rapid speed, gripping his length tightly.

"Wait—fuck, fuck, fu—ck," he cried out, his hips bucking up in time with your hand as he shot out rope after ropes of cum, but you didn’t stop. "S-stop, can’t—too much," he mewled, his hands reaching out to stop your hand, but it was no use. His eyes rolled back as tears of pleasure ran down the sides of his face.

His hips jerked and bucked as he spilled again, the speed and tightness of your unrelenting hand proving to be too much for his sensitive flesh. "Aw, coming so soon?" You chuckled, gentling your touch. He put his hands over his face, embarrassed by the way his hips involuntarily jerked and twitched whenever your hand moved.

You leaned down to lick his cum off his abdomen, and he peeked from the gaps of his fingers. The sight made his cock harden again – already twitching with renewed desire. You looked down and smirked before looking back at his face which was partially hidden behind his hands. He gulped audibly when he saw the look on your face—knowing he was in for a night.

𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

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[ read part one w/ price here ! ]

reader who would rather skydive without a parachute than have their self sufficiency questioned vs cod men [ 2 / ? ]

könig assumed that when you invited him to bake with you, it was going to be a cute little activity for the two of you to do. a simple afternoon in your kitchen, making some baked goods to enjoy later.

he could not be more fucking wrong. you bake up a storm, leaving trails of flour, baking soda, sugar and whatever other substances you've used in your wake. you also seem to be eyeballing every single measurement. it's chaos. he's never seen a more disorganized process of making red velvet cupcakes.

the worst part is, könig can't seem to understand why he's even there.

"hey can you pass me th— nevermind, i got it." you say, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a bag of chocolate chips which was just a little too high. he's just a whole 6'10 ft of useless, standing in your kitchen, and getting in the way.

so instead of waiting for instructions, he choses to make himself helpful by attempting to clean as you bake. it works smoothly for the most part. he wipes up any milk you've spilt on the counter, places a batter covered spoon in the sink to be washed later (not before taking a little taste of course... and mess be damned, you're good at baking even if the sample he got was raw), and moves the bowls you don't quite need yet out of the way.

everything is going fine. you're talking to him like this is the most calming activity on earth and he's replying with little hums of acknowledgement and nods as he swiftly tries to get a little more batter from the whisk you've just stopped using.

"hey— no. you're gonna get sick. there's raw egg in there." you chide, just as he's about to sneak a lick. he wonders how you even noticed, considering you seem to be using 110% of your concentration on filling up the cupcake liners with just enough batter for each cupcake to be roughly the same size, which happens to be the only semblance of consistency you've had this entire baking session.

"i'm not going to die because of a little batter." he counters, amused by your concern. he can't help but chuckle.

you snort, rolling your eyes. "famous last words of an impatient man."

eventually, your baking frenzy subsides. the red velvet cupcakes are cooled after being pulled fresh out of the oven, you've made an insanely good homemade cream cheese icing to go on top (which you begrudgingly allow him one taste of. one.), and it's time to decorate. you've piped on most of the icing already, but the unsatisfied stare you give your baked goods allows him to piece together it isn't over yet.

"i think these need sprinkles." you murmur after a moment. your eyes glance around and eventually land on possibly the highest shelf in the kitchen. where the sprinkles just so happen to be. he tries to supress laughter when he sees the disbelief on your face. "motherfu—"

"i will get it." könig interrupts, stepping towards the shelf. you step in front of him, blocking him from getting there, hauling a chair with you.

"nope. won't need to. 'm innovative." he watches you set up the chair and get ready to climb up— only to gently grab your forearm and tug you back.

"famous last words of a stupid person." he scoffs, echoing your words from earlier.

you shoot him an exasperated look as you wriggle out of his grasp.

"c'mon, i do this like, what— all the time? hasn't killed me yet." you say, pointing at the shelf. "it's not that high. i'll just climb up to reach it."

"or you could swallow your pride and allow me to get it."

"and what fun would that be?"

he sighs at your response, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he mutters something to himself. probably in german. not like you could hear. you were too busy staring up at the shelf and getting the chair set up.

on one hand, könig wants to help to prevent you from potentially falling and eating shit, but on the other, he knows you well enough to understand there's no stopping you. so instead, he settles for a compromise.

könig moves the chair out of the way.

"i said, i'm getting it by myself. i kinda need the chair for that." you huff, glancing back at him, only to watch as he lowers himself, arms wrapping around your legs. "hey wh—"

before you can process, you're hoisted up into the air with a startling ease.

"alright," he isn't even trying to hide his smirk as he lifts you up, high enough to reach the shelf, "you can get it."

[imdead770]

The Outsiders x Reader Headcannons

♡ Random things the gang would do if you dated them ♡

Darry -

He's fixing everything for you. Your shelf broke? Give him 15 minutes. Your car broke? He'll get Sodapop to fix it up for you. Your heart broke? He's fixing it. This man is Fix-it Felix.

♡

I feel like he wouldn't be the biggest PDA guy, but if you're both alone, he's probably holding you in some way shape or form. Your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you, it's happening and he's perfectly happy with it.

Sodapop -

I don't know why, but I feel like Sodapop picked a specific night for both of you to just spend time together and relax. Probably a Saturday night since he won't have to worry about work. It's just a night where you sit together, eat ice cream, and watch a movie. He'll hold you and quietly talk to you, randomly peppering kisses on your face.

^ this makes me so lovesick holy shit ^

♡

This man is HUGE on pda. He'll hold your hand, have his arm around your waist, kiss your forehead. As long as you're comfortable with it, he'll shower you with affection 25/8

Ponyboy -

He WILL watch sunsets with you. He'll take your hand, run you outside to his porch and sit on the steps with you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm around your waist.

" You were right Pony.. it's beautiful.. "

" Not as beautiful as you.. "

I know it's cliche but stfu

♡

I feel like he isn't really used to PDA, so he doesn't really initiate it. But the moment you do anything, from holding his jaw as you kiss him to entertwining your fingers with his, his heart melts. With a bit of time, he'll return the favor, he just needs to get comfortable.

Johnny -

I don't know if this is accurate, but I feel like he'd bring you flowers. No reason, he just wanted to bring his girl flowers. He'll bring you your favorite if he can. If he can't find some he'll pick the prettiest ones he can find. You had to buy a vase for just how often he brings you flowers.

♡

We all know this boy is shy, but I feel like once he warms up to you PDA is just normal. Not big PDA like Soda, but he likes holding your hand in public. In private he'll hold you against him, play with your hair, the whole thing.

Dallas -

He takes you to so many of Buck's parties it's not even funny. You're bored? He'll take you to go dance. You're stressed? He'll sit at the bar and drink with you. You don't drink? Well shit.

☆ On the dancing note, he's not a huge dancer, but he'll stand beside you to make sure nobody steps out of line. He also 100% watches your ass while you sway your hips. Probably grinds if we're being honest.

♡

On the PDA side, he isn't big on it, in public or in private. Gotta maintain that tough guy image. He might have his hand in your back pocket or around your hip. In private he won't be big on it at first, but after a bit he might hold you. Not like hold-hold, but he'll put his arms around you.

Two-Bit -

I swear on my life, this man will throw the worst pick-up lines at you. He doesn't care that you're already dating, he'll do it.

" Yknow, if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber. "

" Two-Bit, I love you, but shut the fuck up. "

♡

PDA wise, he'll do it. That's about it. He'll do it. He wouldn't make out with you on the spot, but he'll hold you, kiss you on the cheek, whatever. He'll do it.

Steve -

He'd try to bake with you. This isn't a regular thing, but I think since he likes chocolate cake so damn much, he'd decide to make it. He just decided to bring you along for the ride. To summarize it, it was a mess.

" Steve.. when did that milk expire? "

" Says.. December, why? "

" What year, Steve. "

" ... Ohhh.. "

♡

This mf is just a leveled-down Dallas ( in the best way possible ). He acts all tough/tuff but would do subtle acts. Hands around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours, the basics. In private he'd definitely hold you, though.

I love them all so much

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

A part two for Changes was requested by @ali-r3n 💞 In part one the reader changes her style to be more like Chrissy's since Eddie has a crush on her.

She hopes this will make Eddie notice her but he doesn't want her to change herself for him and she's crushed to find out that he's not interested in her like that.

The first part of this fic was written so long ago and my writing style has changed a lot 💞

Now that you're all caught up here's the summary for part two;

After realising that Eddie will never be interested in you, you decide it's time to move on. There's a new guy at school called Jenson, he's a metalhead like Eddie and very much your type...

Angst, jealous Eddie, Eddie wakes up and smells the roses, Mutual pining, fluff. Mdni.

💌💞

After your humiliating experience with Eddie you do your best to avoid him. He didn't even want you when you dressed like Chrissy because she was his dream girl. Not you.

You had to accept that you would never ever be his type. Just his friend. His buddy.

Robin met you after school and she could tell by your face that you're big plan to get Eddie to notice you had gone out of the window. Steve watches you concerned as you wipe the make up of you face and attempt not to cry.

"Steve can we stop off for some ice cream. I think she needs it" Robin gestures to you and Steve nods.

"Ice cream and movie night. Does that sound good honey?" You nod and feel extremely grateful that you have such amazing friends besides Eddie.

You would eat ice cream and mope for a while and then you would finally try and get over Eddie. It was better this way, you couldn't stand the thought of him feeling pity for you because he didn't feel the same.

It would ruin your friendship and you never wanted that to happen.

...

Things are awkward with Eddie. Extremely awkward. You don't know what to say to him and he's being overly nice and just not himself with you.

Fuck, you wish you didn't say anything, didn't go ahead with your stupid plan in the first place.

Then to make matters worse principal Higgins calls you into his office. Grudgingly you make your way there and when you enter the office he's talking to a new student that you had never seen before.

He was tall, wild curls of long blonde hair and big brown eyes, he was wearing a Black Sabbath t shirt and leather jacket. Ripped black jeans and black boots. He's glaring at Higgins.

"I don't need a babysitter dude" the principal ignores this mysterious boy and gestures to you.

"Yn will be your guide around school. Your buddy while you settle in. You've been here for two weeks and you've barely made any effort to include yourself in anything Mr Jenson"

Jenson flips Principal Higgins the bird when he's not looking and you stiffle a giggle. He winks at you and you feel your body heat up, all the way to your toes.

"Fine. Lead the way pretty lady" he gestures to you and opens the door.

Hey maybe school won't be so bad after all?

"You can join me and my friends at lunch. We sit at the our own table, the Hellfire table. We play Dungeons and Dragons" you explain and he nods along as he follows you to the cafeteria.

Quickly you explain to the boys about what the principal asked you to do.

"Jenson is new and he needs some friends, people to show him around and get him settled" Eddie who's immediately suspicious of new students, studies Jenson. His big brown eyes sweeping over him and narrowing.

You do your best to explain who everyone is and point out Chrissy and the cheerleaders, you feel that pang in your chest about Eddie again.

Jenson scoffs and turns to you. "I'm not interested in the cheerleaders. I'm interested in you, beautiful"

Wait what? You nearly choke on your can of soda and meet Jenson's eyes.

"Me?" he nods and leans closer to you, so close you can smell his spicy cologne. "Wait, what was I talking about again?" You're kinda dazed by him if you're being honest.

He smirks then leans back in his seat.

"I think I like this table" his gaze stays on you and you hear Eddie mutter something under his breath.

"This table is only for Hellfire members" Eddie's voice is tight and full of dislike. Jenson pouts and turns to you.

"You'll sit with me this week yeah? Help me get settled and all?" You nod and avoid Eddie's livid gaze.

Things will be okay after all...right?

💞

For the next week you accompany Jenson at his table. Eddie isn't happy about this.

"Eddie he's not a Hellfire member, unless you want to see if he's any good at d&d" you suggest and Eddie shakes his head vehemently.

"I don't want him in Hellfire" he pouts and it's kinda adorable. Fuck, no it's not adorable, you're trying to get over this stupid crush.

"Not even for me? He's kinda dreamy" Eddie stills at this and you look away from his fierce gaze. What's his problem anyway? Feeling brave you point out to him that you finding Jenson dreamy is a good thing.

"Things have been weird between us since...well since the other week. You made your feelings clear and I need to move on. We can still be friends and there will be no awkward tension or anything like that" Eddie looks like he's about to say something else but Jenson shows up and the conversation stalls.

"Hey princess" Okay this time Eddie definitely does stiffen and his eyes flash as they turn to Jenson.

"I call her princess, no one else does dude" Jenson snorts and claps Eddie on the shoulder.

"You can't own a name dude. Anyway she likes it when I call her princess. Don't you honey?" Oh shit. You look between the two of them and feel torn. Eddie was your friend and Jenson well maybe someday when you were over Eddie he could be more than your friend?

"Shouldn't you be chasing that cheerleader you like Munson... leave Princess to me" Jenson winks at Eddie.

Your stomach sinks as Jenson goes to wait for you at a table. How could you forget Eddie mooning over Chrissy? It hardens your resolve.

"It's just a name Eddie. Why do you care so much anyway?" you ask him and he doesn't answer. Sighing you head over to Jenson and the knot in your stomach tightens even more.

💞

Eddie is quieter than normal during today's lunch. Dustin can sense something is wrong with him but Eddie's moods could be unpredictable and he didn't want to cause his hero anymore upset.

He didn't like seeing Eddie like this though, he had a funny feeling it was to do with the blonde metalhead currently taking up all of your attention.

Doesn't Eddie notice the way your gaze still strays to him? Don't you notice the longing way Eddie gazes at you?

Then again did Eddie even realise the way he looked at you? Why were the two of you such pining idiots?

Jason who is passing the Hellfire table nudges Eddie and smirks, "Aww freak, looks like you're not the apple of her eye anymore"

Shit. If looks could kill Jason would be dead. Eddie flips him off and Jason walks away laughing.

"Asshole" he huffs and Mike chuckles. "He's right though Eddie. She definitely has a type though doesn't she?" If possible Eddie's eyes narrow even more yet Mike doesn't notice.

Dude, stop talking Dustin begs but Mike carries on oblivious. "If you didn't spend so long pining over Chrissy then you wouldn't have lost your chance dude. It sucks, I'm sorry" Eddie deflates and whispers quietly.

"Do you really think I don't have a chance anymore?"Mike shrugs and Dustin tries to give him a hopeful smile but it doesn't seem to help Eddie who settles back in his chair with a glum expression on his face.

He watches you and Jenson and sighs. "you're right Wheeler. I wasted my time pining over the wrong girl"

💞💞

Even with Jenson being sweet and obviously interested your stupid traitor heart still aches for Eddie.

Robin who likes everyone has her reservations about Jenson. "I saw him flirting with some other girl yesterday, I think he's messing with a lot of girls hearts"

The thought of Jenson doing this should hurt you but it doesn't. Fuck. This was hopeless. How would you ever get over Eddie if you couldn't open your heart to someone else.

"Munson was in here yesterday. I mentioned that Jenson dude and he kinda ranted a bit" Steve says as he stocks the video tapes on the shelves.

"He's been weird with Jenson since I started hanging out with him"

Robin exchanges a knowing look with Steve and they both say at the same time. "He's jealous"

Hope briefly encompasses you then deflates. Eddie being jealous of Jenson? That was ridiculous. Plus Eddie still liked Chrissy didn't he?

"No he's not" you shake your head adamantly but there's no changing Steve's mind.

"Honey, I'm a guy and I know when a guy is jealous. Munson is jealous of this Jenson guy. He's another metalhead honing in on his girl and Eddie is like a feral raccoon warning him off"

A feral raccoon you stifle a smile at Steve's description of Eddie. Speaking of Eddie he comes into the store with Chrissy. Oh.

Suddenly Steve's thoughts seem completely wild and far fetched. See. You try to communicate with Steve that he's completely wrong.

"I really think you should just ask Eddie" Chrissy replies to Eddie and you wonder what. Was he going to ask Chrissy out? You don't want to stick around for that.

You gather your things at the same time Eddie spots you and freezes. Chrissy smiles at you warmly and you return it even though your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Dude, did you hear that Jenson was in here wanting to ask princess out" Steve suddenly pipes up, completely out of the blue and Eddie's eyes widen as they meet yours.

Jenson hasn't asked you out. If Steve was trying to make Eddie jealous then it wasn't going to happen, you're kinda tired of hoping for something that wasn't meant to be.

"I'll see you tomorrow, gotta get home and cram for this biology test" you hurry out of the store and tj your car.

Blasting out Black Sabbath helps clear your thoughts and you're relatively more relaxed as you get home.

There's the telltale sign of Eddie's van and you nearly jump out of your skin when it comes careening around the corner.

Eddie parks the van and jumps out. His eyes are wild and he jogs over to you still looking panicked.

"Don't date him" he says breathlessly and you pause unsure if you've heard him right. Did he seriously rush all of the way here to say this and why?

"Excuse me?" What the hell was going on?

"Don't date him. He's not right for you, he's egotistical and smarmy and...and he won't treat you right or love you the way you should be loved" you raise your eyebrow and when you speak your voice comes out all shaky.

"And how should I be loved Eddie?" He softens when he gazes at you and reaches out to caress your cheek.

"Like you're everything. No other girl compares to you and you're the best thing that's ever happened to a guy. Like you're the one and you always have been"

A small part of your anger comes roaring back and you groan exasperated. "Eddie. I practically told you I was in love with you. I have been for years and you basically rejected me and now that someone else shows interest in me you get a clue!"

He shrugs sheepishly and nods, "Robin said I was the world's biggest dingus. I fucked up okay? I know that and I know that it was the shittiest time to realise how I feel but I'm begging you, give me a shot and I'll never break your heart again. I promise you that"

You've always wanted to hear him say these words and you're torn between wanting to kiss him or yell at him some more.

"What about Chrissy?"

"Chrissy was a dumb crush, even if she was interested I don't care. I'm over that. Jenson helped me see what's been in front of me all along... It's you. It's always been you"

Well damn. You're still confused though because didn't he just come to Family Video with Chrissy and she was telling him just to ask someone something.

As if Eddie reads your mind he begins to explain. "I ran into Chrissy when I was heading to Family Video and she mentioned I was unusually quiet and everything about you poured out. She was telling me to just ask you out when we were heading into the store and then I saw you and I choked"

You bite back a smile and move closer to him, the need to kiss him feels a little overwhelming now.

"You really are an idiot Eddie but you're my idiot" you add affectionately and he kisses you. It leaves you momentarily stunned at how amazing it feels but then you're kissing him back.

When the two of you break apart you're both breathless, eyes shining and happiness written all over your faces.

"Shit, uh I was thinking maybe I could take you on a date. Maybe we could go to Lovers Lake and camp out for a little bit. Thought it would be romantic sweetheart"

"It's a date" you press another kiss to his lips and head into his van leaving a dazed and smug Eddie strutting to the van once he realised what you said.

💞

[starfxkrinc]

hey moony! can you pls write ab a conjugal visit with felon!jj. love you. smooches

less conjugal visit and more "first day out" fuck

you were trying to stall, doing your best to divert jj's attention away from the cleavage of your shirt, but it was impossible. he was a man starved, having gone 6 years without the touch of a woman and only having your letters to go off of.

there was a serious of poorly thought out decisions that led you here. from signing up to be an inmates penpal, to the explicit descriptions of what you'd do if you met to the risqué polaroids you attached to said letters. in your defense it didn't seem like jj would be getting out any time soon.

just your luck he got off on good behavior.

the meager meal was barely enough to distract him, even as he wolfed down what had to be his first good meal since he got out that morning. you on the other hand struggled to eat your fries, trying your best to chug down the ice cream soda he got you as a treat.

"you said it was your favorite." he had nudged it towards you, looking deceptively sweet with those blue eyes even has his large tattooed hand spelled danger. "and you're gonna need your energy. trust me."

still, you drunk it down, grateful for the rush of sugar to snap your sense as he paid for the meal. the motel wasn't far, a quick five minute drive on the back of his bike and before you knew it you were being walked through the door, with his lips on yours--his still salty and yours still sweet-- and a hand palming your ass.

jj barely got the two of you im, but he deposited you on the bed, turning to obsessively turn all the locks before he took off his shirt, fumbling with his pants and boots in his fervor to get naked.

"um, jj i don't know bout all this-" you sit still, shivering in the a/c chilled room overtly aware of how much of your ass hang out your shorts and the way your nipples are poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. there's no denying you look like the kind of girl that'd be here.

"aw cmon, don't pussy out on me now cupcake, you're just excited. bet you didn't think you'd see me so soon." he's right in front of you now. big and broad and glowing even in the dim lamplight, "talked all that shit in the letters now look at you. all scared."

you're defensive, "m'not scared." you were but he didn't need to know that.

"yes y'are. pretty little thing like you don't know what you're in for. a man has needs babydoll. and when those needs aint been met he gets a little..." he twists a hand beside his head, "cagey. now relax i aint gonna hurt you. take your clothes off."

shaking, you do. peeling your shorts off as you keep your eye on the bulge in his pants. when you take your shirt off, he gets so hard the head of his cock pokes out the top of his waistband.

you reach for him, tugging his bottoms down until your faced with every inch of jj's red, throbbing dick. suddenly, you become very aware of your months of involuntary abstinence, "is that gonna fit?" you moan, watching a bead of pre drip from where it pooled in his foreskin.

"i'll make it."

jj hauls you up by the back of the neck, kissing you hungrily before he turns you around to sprawl on your stomach. he spreads you open from the back so he can trace his thumb from your sticky hole to your clit, "that's what the fuck im talkin about." he mutters more to himself than you, adjusting so he can press into you.

the moan he lets out just from the heat of your pussy makes you shudder, then you tense at the first stretch of resistance.

"wait. jj, wait go slow, you're too-"

he pauses, "you done this before right?"

jj doesn't give you time to answer before he sinks in, bottoming out on the first thrust with a sticky squelch as you yelp underneath him.

"shit, just stay down babydoll. let me take this." he sets a punishing pace, holding you down with his hands on your hips as he fucks you rough and steady. you've never heard a man as loud as him before--panting and whining as you suck him in.

but you're not faring much better, each smack of his hips against your ass sends you sliding up the bed, you're stuffed so full you don't know whether to crawl away or throw your ass back for more. there's no denying it, you've never been fucked like this before. like the wet snatch of your pussy was a lifeline.

whoever was on the other side of the wall was in hell. the sounds coming from the two of you were ridiculous as you begged for him to slow down. the way he battered your cervix and pressed relentlessly against that sticky spot inside you had you in tears, clenching around him sporadically as you came. over and over from the overstimulation. there was no build up, no slow spread across your body as it hit you like a train, leaving you delirious.

"atop--stop--i can't, ohh my god, it hurts! i can't stop--"

jj clamps a hand over your mouth as he drops down, covering your body with his as he picks up the pace. he's slamming into you so hard all you can do is let out little squeaks.

"nuh uh, you need that sugar i--fuck--promise." he groans loud and long in your ear with his sweaty body sticking to yours as he pumps you full of cum. you can't tell which of you is shaking more.

"fuck. don't know who needed that more you or me." he reaches over to grab a cigarette, lighting it then taking a long drag, "i normally last longer than that sugar, swear i do. just cut me some slack alright it's been 6 years."

all you can do is let out a snort, feeling your eyes growing heavy as your body calms, "food. i want food."

jj smiles, "good. gonna need all the food we can get i booked us for 3 nights."

[vminizzle]

Sex shop

pairing : bestfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings :masturbation, really bad description of sex shop & stuff (sorry), mention of sex toys (not used, maybe in part 2 who knows ;) hehe ), teasing, use of pet names, praising, marking, first time, love making, penetrative sex, unprotected sex ( wrap It up guys! ), creampie, slight cockwarming, THEY ARE CUTE UGH

best friends ͜͡➸ to lovers ♡

words count : 4.2k

A/N : pls I’m insane (the way I had to clean my search history) ,, sorry this is a whole mess. I don’t know what I had in mind when I started writing this. I spent ages on this fic and ngl it didn’t turn out how I wanted but I tried my best :). I wrote this there is a long time ago but I decided to edit it 💀 & sorry for my english.

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“see you on monday!” you waved at Jungkook as he waved back driving away.

You sighed as you walk to your friend.

“so, today your boyfriend doesn’t walk you home?” she teased. 

“Jungkook is not my boyfriend“ you blushed slapping her arm playfully.

"please you guys are always together. like always! Studying, hanging out together, shopping, lunch.. Except when he’s working on the weekends. He even sleep at your house.. I’m asking myself what you guys do-”

You gasped slapping her arm lightly.

“what? Chaeyoung stop! don’t say non-sense, we’re just..best friends.” you retorted looking down.

“yea yea whatever.”

Chaeyoung and you walked to your house, eating ice creams on your way.

“so what you wanna do?” you asked unlocking the front door.

“let’s just do nothing.” you laughed nodding.

You were laying on your couch scrolling though your social networks lazily when Chaeyoung suddenly jumped on you.

“Yo look at this!” she shoved her phone to your face.

“what is it?”

“it talks about masturbation.” she explained.

“and what about it?” you asked confused.

“I read that some women masturbate with water pression.” your cheeks heated up at her sudden burst.

“w-why are you even reading this?” you handed her the phone back.

“ just saw a girl from our promo repost this article.” she shrugged.

“that’s really suprising. I mean I’ve never thought about masturbation with water pression. Like I mean, using toys are easier no?” you looked at her eyes wide open.

“oh my god stop!” you threw a pillow at her face as she caught it midway laughing.

“wait! Don’t tell me you don’t masturbate, do you?” you hesitated before answering.

“i-it’s kind of personal.” you muttered.

“ugh stooooop we’re friends.. except you rather talk about it with your "best friend.” she wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

“Can you just stop with him?“ you groaned.

“so tell me.” she whined shaking your arm repeatedly.

“well, yea.. like every other teenagers.” you cleared your voice making her grin.

“how many toys do you have?” she asked curiously.

“ok enough! this is so embarrassing.” you whined.

“not at all.” finally letting go of your arm as she grab her soda can on the glass table in front of you both.

“i don’t own any...” you muttered.

Chaeyoung chocked in her soft drink “you don’t?!” you shook your head.

“I don’t need it so.. yea.”

She stared at you silently for awhile.

“you should buy one.”

“why?“ you laughed awkwardly.

“it’ll be a new experience, another level of pleasure. And maybe it’ll please you more than your fingers or whatever."

How can she talks so openly? you thought.

“i know a great little sex shop not so far from here!” she exclaimed.

“you should check it out!”

“I’ll think about it.” you said, wanting this conversation to end.

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You furrowed your eyebrows, bottom lip caught between your teeth, the pressure on your clit making you feel frustrated.

Your legs spread wide open, fingers going in and out of you slowly to tease you a bit.

Rubbing little circles with your thumb on the throbbing nerve trying to stimulate you a bit more.

10 minutes. 10 fucking minutes that you were trying to make yourself cum.

You didn’t know if you were too tense, stressed or exhausted but these days you couldn’t make yourself reach your highs. You groaned and gave up as you sigh annoyed getting up to wash your hand.

—

Later, you smiled as you sat on the edge of your bed, noticing a message from your best friend on your phone.

[20:42] kook : just arrived home, I hope you spent a nice afternoon. You’re probably sleeping or watching something on Netflix without me :( 

[20:44] y/n : hey yes i did. How was work? nahh I’m gonna sleep. wanna wait for you next week to watch our serie :)

[20:45] kook : work was alright. ohhh that’s my girl hehe can’t wait for next week then!

[20:47] y/n : nice then. You’re working all day tomorrow ?

[20:48] kook : yea unfortunately I’m working all day :(

[20:49] y/n : ughh!! good luck for tomorrow. Go take a bath and rest idiot. 

[20:51] kook: thanks princess! Sleep well too love ya ♡ 

[20:53] y/n : hehe love you too ♡

You let your body fell back on the mattress, smiling like an idiot at the small conversation.

Jungkook could always make you smile without even trying.

Noticing a early message from Chaeyoung, you opened it.

[18:57] Chae : here the address of the sex shop I talked about earlier : <address>. I know how curious you are sometimes 👀 hehe you’ll tell me. xoxo

Your smile vanished when you thought about your little talk with Chaeyoung.

“ok” you sighed deeply.

“I’ll go to this shop tomorrow.”

❁ — •*:｡✩

Waking up with the warm sunlights caressing your body gently. You stretched out groaning at the sore muscles.

You checked your phone. 1pm.

Well damn, that was a long sleep.

You decided to take a shower, eat lunch and get ready to “visit” this little shop.

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Not wanting to be seen at such a place, you put a cap enough to hide your face a bit. You went for a oversized hoodie, a jean and a pair of vans.

Comfy.

You didn’t know why you were so nervous to go there. Is it because you’re scared to meet someone you know there? Is it because you’re embarrassed to see all the stuffs you’ll probably discover there? What type of things you’ll find?

“C’mon that’s just a shop y/n the fuck is wrong with you." you whisper-yelled to yourself before pulling your cap lower.

You took a deep breath as you put your hand on the knob of the door.

“Let’s go.”

Entering the place hesitantly, you looked at your surroundings. Deep red velvety walls, lights keeping the shop bright enough to make it less dark, shelves full of stuff you never knew the existence of.

The cashier welcomed you and you smiled at him politely.

Walking further through the shop, you noticed shelves filled with magazines, covers of obscene pictures of naked women and men making you cover your eyes feeling like a shocked and scared kid.

You blushed as you passed by lingeries hanging on the walls. Not lying to yourself, they were so pretty.

You brushed your fingertips gently over the soft materials, some velvety ones, lacy ones and other lingeries more… revealing.

Different boxes at the back of the shop intrigued you as you approached them.

Getting closer, you gulped feeling a little lump in you throat.

“what the fuck are these oh my gosh” you whisper-yelled completely shocked.

Not only vibrators were there, but anal plugs, anal beads, dildos, strap-on dildos , bdsm toys… handcuffs, ropes , flogger , whips, open mouth gag, blindfolds, spanking paddles, cock rings (pls help me!!), fleshlights …

“nipple clamps? That sounds so painful.” you whined covering your chest.

”urethral sound? oh lord i don’t even have a penis and I can feel the pain." you held your stomach, disgust painting your face.

“the hell are these? rabbit vibrator? butterfly vibrator?… bondage hood?? h-how do people breath oh my-”

(little break, let me clean my horrible search history real quick and drink some water my head is spinning with all these new information lmao)

Looking around you noticed bondage furniture and other stuffs making you uncomfortable.

“Chaeyoung is completely insane what the hell!”

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?”

A really familiar voice could be heard behind you. You turned around only to see your best friend.

”J-Jungkook!?“ you said louder than you thought.

“y-y/n?! What are you doing here?” shock written all over his red face.

”I’m hm I.. wait! What are you doing here?” you said trying to avoid his question.

Jungkook stayed quiet, mouth opening but no words coming out.

Looking at his shirt, you noticed the logo of the shop on it. ”you work here?“

Your eyes widened as you glanced at his red ears.

”hm.. yes.” he replied, head down as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

 “Oh.. that’s why you’ve never tell me more about your job…“ you trailed out.

He nodded looking at you again.

“and you? What are you doing here huh?” he asked curiosity laced in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip, searching for an answer.

“so?” he smiled teasingly ears still red.

“yo stop with your weird thoughts!” you punched him on his shoulder.

“personal stuff.” you muttered.

“well, I guessed it’s for personal stuff.” he looked around you smirking.

“oh shut up.”

“so what.. are you searching for?” you looked up at him shocked.

“eh that’s my job calm down.” he laughed as you looked around searching for someone else than your best friend to help you.

“I .. hm.. I came for this!” you grabbed a random box on the shelve next to you not even looking at it.

“wow..is this for you?” Jungkook tried his best not to laugh.

“yes!”

“never knew my bestie has a dick.” you looked down at the box .. cock ring.

You closed your eyes embarrassment washing over you. He laughed softly as you put the box back at his place quickly.

Looking for a diversion, you glanced behind him “hey what’s that?!” you pointed at a random spot.

When Jungkook looked over his shoulder, you grabbed the box of a vibrator running away with it.

“what?” he turned back only to see that you weren’t here anymore.

You stopped running, putting your hand over your heart as you tried to breath slower.

Looking up, you noticed that you were at the lingerie "booth”. Your eyes stayed glued on one of them.

A black one exactly.

You touched the soft bra, fingers sliding on the lacy material. It was just so cute and sexy at the same time.

You shook your head walking at the front of the shop to the cashier.

After paying your product, the cashier told you with no shame to “have fun”.

Gosh what a day.

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You groaned exasperatedly throwing your purchase on your bed, this one bouncing on the mattress and ending on the floor.

You decided to take a shower, letting the warm water caress his way down your body pleasantly, helping your muscles relax, washing the stress and shame away.

After your shower, you went downstairs opening your fridge to take a bottle of ice cold water. You needed something fresh to calm down from all the events that happened today.

You swallowed down the liquid, the cold water hitting your throat in a pleasant way.

You jumped when you suddenly heard knocks on your door startling you.

You furrowed your eyebrows checking your phone to see if Chaeyoung texted you announcing she was coming over but nothing.

Opening the door you were faced to the last person you wanted to see today. The embarrassment too “fresh” to handle.

“Hi.” Jungkook smiled shyly.

You looked down nodding acknowledging his presence.

“hm.. can I come in?” he asked after a few seconds.

“oh! yea yea of course.” you let him in, closing the door behind.

“so.. what bring you here?” you talked still avoiding his eyes.

“can’t I come visit my favorite best friend?” he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow up playfully.

“your one and only best friend.” you huffed.

“yep! my only one. mine.” he grinned cutely.

“yes. yours.” you smiled back this time looking at him, this one still smiling.

The atmosphere changed. You didn’t know how, why but it changed.

Something in Jungkook’s gaze changed for a second before he cleared his throat.

The word ‘yours’ affecting him a bit too much.

He couldn’t think like that, no , you’re his best friend.

But he wanted you more than that. He wanted you to be his.

A pleasant silence settled as you stared at each other, his eyes on your lips time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed out.

It was so sudden yet so tempting.

“yes.” you whispered as he approached you taking your face in his hands gently before connecting his lips with yours.

He kissed you softly, his hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip.

Kissing him felt so magical. It felt so unreal.

Jungkook pulled away, resting his forehead on yours before chuckling.

“i’ve never thought I’d kiss my pretty best friend one day.”

You chuckled hiding your face on his chest. He pulled you closer, hugging you.

This hug wasn’t like the others you shared before. This one was different. You could feel his heart beating faster when you wrapped your arms around him.

“y/n.” he spoke again.

You looked up at him waiting for him to continue.

“i.. i think.. I’m in love with you.” his cheeks red from the confession.

“think?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes smilling widely “I’m in love with you.”

“i’m in love with you too.” you said shyly before kissing his cheek.

He smiled before capturing your lips for another kiss, a sweet and loving one.

This time the kiss was longer, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer onto his body.

The way your bodies were against each other’s made you feel some type of way.

A feeling you’ve never felt before. An unfamiliar feeling deep down in your stomach making you moan into the kiss as Jungkook’s hand went on your lower back pushing you harder on him.

He groaned feeling blood rushing down there. His growing boner pressed on your lower stomach.

You pulled away breathing heavily.

“I want you.” Jungkook whispered, his hands playing with the strings of your -his- hoodie.

“I want you too.”

You looked toward the stairs. Jungkook got the hint and took your hand in his walking upstairs.

It wasn’t the first time he came into your bedroom but this time, it wasn’t for studying, watching movies on your sleepovers or take naps… no this time was different.

Jungkook closed the door before walking to you, taking your chin between his thumb and index.

He leaned down, his lips envelopping yours into a loving and slow kiss again.

He started leaving little pecks, his lips trailing down to your jawline, to your neck sucking gently on the soft skin.

You walked backward to your bed letting your body fall on it pulling Jungkook in the process on top of you. He giggled softly as you caressed his cheek softly.

Your fingers went down, playing with the buttons of his shirt before unbuttoning them slowly one by one while looking into his eyes. He helped you taking it off completely throwing it away.

He bent down, lips on the side of your neck pressing light kisses, his hands sliding under your hoodie.

“can I?” he said gently pulling at the hem of the garment.

You nodded before sitting and raising your arms up. Jungkook chuckled pulling it off your beautiful body.

You suddenly froze, realizing that you were half-naked in front of him.

Your hands flew directly to your bra-covered breasts. If you felt exposed with your underwear on, you wondered how you’ll feel naked.

“don’t be shy.” Jungkook said softly.

“Easy to say when you don’t have breasts.” you muttered.

“i do have breats! But they’re super flat..it’s like they’re non-existent.” he said playfully palming his pecs.

“oh gosh stop.” you laughed slapping his arm.

Jungkook laughed too before taking your hands in his.

“look at me.” he started “your body is so beautiful. You are so beautiful. Don’t be shy around me. You know you can trust me and be yourself with me. So don’t hide from me.” you locked eyes with him, his words making your heart skip a beat.

No one ever talked like that with you.. about you.

You nodded with a smile decorating your lips.

“That’s my girl” he said as he peck your forehead.

He laid you down again gently, hands wandering on the bare skin, so soft as his fingertips caress their way up and down, goosebumps raising after their journeys. 

Jungkook lowered his head, his soft lips on your collarbone starting leaving open mouth kisses and little love bites there and then.

His mouth cascaded down on your chest, sucking on the sensitive skin to leave little reddish and purplish flowers.

He continued his way down, kissing every part he could, not forgetting to leave little marks proving that he has worshipped your beautiful body as it should.

He stopped when he reached your panties, looking up at you, a silent request to have your permission to take it off.

You hesitated for awhile, rethinking about his words. You did trust him. A lot. More than yourself perhaps? But being this exposed was really difficult for you.

Were you ready for this step?

“If you’re not ready or if you’re uncomfortable it’s ok princess, we can stop.” you heard him speak again pushing you out of your thoughts.

“take it off.” you answered.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” you lifted your hips a little bit as he dragged the soft material off your legs.

“so pretty.” Jungkook murmured as he caressed your thighs.

He took his time adorning them with love bites and hickeys, making them look even prettier at his eyes.

His face got higher, just above your most sensitive part.

He kissed your clit gently making you hiss. The new sensation so good making it throb, anticipation growing more and more.

The need to close your legs really tempting. And that’s exactly what you did.

Jungkook got off the bed to get rid of his pant.

You immediately looked away when he glanced at you, hands on the waistband of his boxer ready to push it down.

He blushed thinking about the fact that it was also his first time being naked in front of someone.

He still chuckled at your shyness murmuring a quiet “cute.”

Jungkook hissed as he finally freed his cock from his confinement, the sensitive tip hitting the air before slapping against his stomach.

You breath hitched when you felt the bed dip again signaling that Jungkook was back.

He made sure you were confortable, pillows behind your head, blanket over your bodies as you suggested for more ‘intimacy’.

Jungkook hovered you before talking again “are you nervous?”.

You gulped before letting a small yes escape from your mouth.

“Are you?” Jungkook nodded.

Both of you knew it was both your first time.

“If you’re not ready we can stop.” you said softly.

He smiled shyly nodding “y/n we can stop at any moment. Understood?”

You nodded hand cupping his cheek, thumb caressing the cheekbone.

Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock rubbing teasingly on your folds making you moan.

“´k are you sure?” he asked one last time.

You nodded before he stopped you, shaking his head.

“I need a verbal approval y/n.”

“I’m sure and I want you to be sure too.” you said softly making him hummed.

“oh wait wait!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“what is it?” you asked confused many scenarios creating in your head ready to make you panick.

“be my girlfriend. no! I mean, w-would you like to be my girlfriend?” you chuckled at how cute he was.

“I’d love to Kook” you pecked his lips making him smile widely, eyes turning into little crescents.

Jungkook started entering you slowly and carefully making sure not to hurt you, checking up on your facial expressions time to time.

You gripped on his bicep hard as it started to burn. The unfamiliar intrusion uncomfortable.

You hissed, the pain making his presence more and more.

“are you ok? Do you want me to stop? Pull out? I can st-”

“i’m good don’t worry, keep going slowly please.” you whispered.

Jungkook peppered kisses on your cheek and neck, to distract you from the pain of the stretch as he pushed in deeper until he completely bottomed.

You groaned, tears forming in your eyes “shh, you’re doing so well darling.”

He caressed your cheeks a bit concerned “Tell me when I can move yea?”

On the other side, Jungkook suffered in his own way.

He scrunched his nose, bottom lip trapped between his teeth at the warm tightness around him so foreign, his mind going wild.

You took a deep breath, trying to surpass the burn down there.

You nodded gesturing him to move again. This one, thrusted in and out slowly, taking his time not to hurt you and enjoy the new sensation around him.

He groaned as he started feeling this exciting and pleasuring feeling making his cock twitched inside you.

You moaned softly, the pain fading away and the pleasure coming gradually.

The burn was still there but it was bearable, it felt good as Jungkook continued his slow moves.

“J-Jungkook” you breathed out hand gripping his bicep tightly nails digging into the flesh.

“you ok princess?” he whispered against your lips.

“It f-feels good.. you feel so good” your eyelids getting heavy, trying your best to keep your eyes on him.

He looked so handsome. On top of you, lips swollen with all the kisses exchanged, a light blush decorating his cheeks, his ears red, chest gleaming with sweat, little droplets formed on his forehead….. so ethereal.

As Jungkook continued moving in and out of you, the pleasure took over, the painful burn long forgotten.

Your hands travelled to his back, fingernails were buried into the soft flesh of his muscular back drawing little crescents.

“you’re doing so good baby. so good for me.” he caressed your cheek.

Jungkook took his time making love to you, nibbling on your earlobe lightly as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

You scratched his back as he gripped your thigh lifting it a bit getting deeper inside you.

“fuck please don’t stop.” you whimpered voice cracking, his length rubbing deliciously against your warm velvelty walls.

The wet and warm feeling around him made him feel lightheaded. You felt too good to be true.

He pressed butterfly kisses on your jawline, his lips travelling down leaving beautiful dark red flowers on your neck, continuing his path to your collarbone biting it lightly enough to form a little mark. “so pretty.” he whispered more to himself.

He let out a low groan as you clenched around him “fuck!” he rolled his hips sensually grazing over your sweet spot making you whined out loudly.

You ran your fingers through his soft locks. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall back into the pillows as Jungkook hit deeper.

Art. Just art. You looked like a masterpiece.

All covered up with hickeys, the red and purple marks on your skin making his eyes sparkling with lust, admiration and love.

“you’re so beautiful. so beautiful all marked up.” he said fingers running over the little bruises he left. “mine. you’re mine.”

The vein of his neck was prominent as he moaned when you tightened around him, the pressure making him weak to a point “baby d-don’t stop clenching p-please.” 

“Jungkook I think I’m- fuck.” you moaned feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighter, your heart beating faster as the pleasure propagated inside you.

Jungkook placed your calve over his waist, he cupped your jawline, his lips barely touching yours as he whispered “cum for me love.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at the way your walls convulse around him. “fuck! I’m so near!”

Jungkook slid his veiny hands up your arms until they reached your hands, pinning them at each side of your head as he tangled your fingers together.

The sweet little gesture making your heart stop.

He bent down to press kisses on the sensitive marked-skin of your neck. His touches overwhelming you.

Butterflies finally blooming into your lower stomach as you came around him.

The sudden wave of pleasure forming tears in your eyes as they slid down your cheeks. His name leaving your throat in a high pitched moan.

Your soft moans pushed him over the edge of his own release, he moaned deeply as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim.

The warm cum made you sigh as you let your body relax against the soft sheet.

“i love you.” he pushed stands of hair out of your face.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, the three words making your heart melt.

“i love you.” you whispered softly, caressing the back of his head gently.

Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you.

You chuckled, hand stroking up and down his back to soother the scratched skin. He looked up at you before pecking the tip of your nose.

“’m tired.” you mumbled yawning.

“let’s get you clean up first cutie.”

He was about to pull out when you groaned pulling him down on you. “let’s stay like this please?” shyness showing up again.

“as you wish princess.”

He laid a kiss on your temple before turning around on his back, pulling you on top of him. His slow heartbeats and an last I love you were the last thing you heard before drifting off in his warm embrace.

a beautiful relationship started and probably a wild one ��

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a/n : not a frequent f2l fic right? I hope i did good - a part 2? I love writing fluffy smut since I’m a romantic person 😭 sorry sorry. Anyways, thanks for reading luvs. Take care of yourselves :)

+ I forgot to add that jk and reader are both college students and it’s a part job for Jungkook.

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 1

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eddie’s at the diner with steve and robin, after loitering in the store for a couple hours till they could lock up and hang out. he used to go and pretend to look for something to rent but that went away after steve offered to just rent whatever he wanted with their employee discount because quote, ‘then we can just all watch together!’ robin may have clocked him for coming in to ogle steve but eddie likes to ignore that part. so they’re at the diner and it’s a super fun wholesome time had all round, sharing fries and talking about dumb shit.

eddie was sitting across from steve who had ordered a strawberry milkshake like the god damn stereotype he was and eddie was very subtly taking in the view that was steve scooping his whipped cream up using the cherry on top. while also holding the conversation just fine thanks, no drool or little floating hears around his head, no no, just commentary on the state of this diners hash brows compared to one he vaguely remembered having in the spring of 75.

steve eventually stopped with the cream, putting the cherry in his mouth and eddie thought he was scott free from any further torment until steve took the stem out, having tied it in a knot in about three second flat. like it was nothing, like it was easy, simple, a day to day steve harrington move. which eddie supposed it kind of could be considering the guys reputation. but still. fuck!

then like a demon, steve fucking winks at him. fully just sending eddie into orbit. choking on his soda like an idiot.

he’s beet red and he knows it. robin seems none the wiser waxing lyrical about mint chocolate ice cream but eddie honestly thinks she might just be throwing him and bone. gay solidarity or whatever. steve however, must know nothing of gay solidarity because if he did he would not be so homosexual in front of eddies desperate, filthy, virgin eyes.

eddie excuses himself to the bathroom, being his own saving grace for once. just needing a little break from stupid steve and his stupid skilled tongue. definitely ignoring robin slapping steve on the arm and his mirth filled ‘what? what? he liked it bobbie!’

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part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

[drowninnoodles]

You shoulda known this was coming by now

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

29. best way to bond with you?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

35. average time you fall asleep?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

66. favorite flower(s)?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

83. writing or drawing?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

98. favorite historical era?

oh god.

1. coffee mugs and teacups

6.pastel, goth, formal ig

7. earbuds

8. movies

9. uhh idk ice creams-

11. sausage? ketchup basicially

12. lmao i dont have any playlist

16. in armchair with legs on that one thing to put legs ndjz

17. slippers

18. Smth cold like fog or snow

19. yk how people lie in coffin-

20. google docs on phone lmao

21. what do we consider childhood. Monster High ig or Hello neighbor in early teen years

23. UHHH apparently sitting everyday with parents is considered weird to some people so

24. i know shit about it but amethyst is pretty

29. fandoms probably or just talking to me much (i often forgot about people if then just appear once a time)

31. yk that tiffany one

33. probably smth like "japierdole"

35. 23 - 2am

41. @naciapiracia

42. pants

43. leather or cardigan

45. fantasy but i dont like any tbh

46. nightgown with straps thing

47. any

48. something tasteless but expensive

50. hhhh i remmeber i was talking to somebody at night once and was laughing into pillow but i dont remember context

51. everything

52. Smth bubbly and round, i dont have one i think

53. are connected to the arms

57. people

58. drawing. Uh. Hm. writing. idk what i do more help

59. get fucked, little one lmao

66. not a flower but I like ferns

69. raccoon in the ass

70. right

71. honestly geometrical things other that stripes are kinda boring

76. mashed potato or baked

83. both. both is good

85. fairy tales

87. being alone

88. probably making smth that is my own like game

92. fairy lights

93. noodle, cinnamon

94. autumn, winter

95. Tumblr probably

98. dinosaurs/j

bro lmao

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

Paid in Kind

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x Male Reader

Word Count: 2,053

Warnings: Infidelity, Swearing, Murder, Mentions of suicide. Angst, Major Character Death

Requested by: No one i just missed writing oneshots

Storyline: Yuuji and the reader love each other until death do them part

A/N: I’m bad at angst but I’ve been wanting to write some for years. Nearly a year ago I asked @dont-minchin-it​ who their favorite jjk character was and they said megumi and mine is yuuji so I wrote this. I didn’t finish it until just now.

[Name] [L.Name] considered himself to be lucky.

When he was a child and the monsters would come out from underneath his bed, he’d close his eyes and grab onto his blanket tightly chanting ‘please go away’. When he’d open his eyes, they’d be gone.

When he’d ask his mom for ice cream before dinner, it’d only take a little bit of prodding for her to cave in. After he failed his first test he’d begged his teacher for an extra credit assignment only to end the semester with an A. He got free lunches when he forgot his, and people would get him a drink from vending machines because they just happened to get an extra one.

When he was 14 he met Megumi Fushiguro. Fuck that guy.  

Megumi was one year his junior and an unlikely bully to many, when he first saw [Name] talking to Tsumiki, he made a mental note to check [Name] out and kick his ass.

Megumi learned that [Name] was a normal kid with normal parents and a pretty normal routine. He went to school, he hung out with friends on most days and four days out of the week he took taekwondo classes. Okay maybe Megumi couldn’t quite kick his ass.

“Tsumiki. Who’s that kid you keep talking to at lunch?”

“Care to be more specific?”

“The annoying one who’s oddly lucky. He hangs around those nerds who bring him soda and he gets free lunches sometimes. Is he bothering you?”

“[Name]? No, he's really nice. And he doesn’t make his friends bring him things, he just asks them to get him one if they happen to get an extra. I think sometimes they use their own money to buy them and tell him they hit the jackpot. They call him their own good luck charm”

“Ooh Tsumiki knows him by first name.” Gojo interrupted. He ceremoniously sat closer to the two who were eating dinner. “Tell me more about this [Name] Megumi”

Megumi rolled his eyes but continued “Like I said he’s oddly lucky. I thought he was pulling some strings at first because I couldn't understand why everyone’s always breaking their necks for him but Tsumiki says he just asks. That’s what everyone else says too. He asks nicely and they can’t help but do whatever he wants. He’s charming”

Gojo let out a short and curious hum before Tsumiki and Megumi moved on. Long after the conversation had been over Gojo piped up and asked Megumi to keep an eye on [Name]. Megumi just nodded. He’d already planned to do that anyway.

Nosy Megumi Fushiguro was the worst thing to happen to teenaged [Name]. Adult [Name] paid him back in kind.

[Name] had the worst luck with romance. As in he’d only had two successful relationships–both ending miserably. The first time he was dumped at a wedding. It wasn’t theirs luckily. But it was his childhood best friend’s wedding and he had to stand there and smile like he didn’t get dumped five minutes before the bride walked down the aisle.

PIcture it, a dashing groomsman nursing a wounded heart as he listened to his closest friend promise eternal devotion to the sunniest, most reliable partner anyone could ask for. And the open bar wouldn’t be open for another two hours. Two hours of the perfect couple being fucking perfect. At least when he shed a few tears he could pass it off as being moved to emotion.

The relationships after that, if you could call them relationships, were doomed before they started. [Name] liked sex but adamantly refused to allow himself to get attached to anyone. His excuse was that he was just getting out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for anything serious. Unfortunately for him the only person that believed [Name], was himself.

Sex with strangers started to bore him before long but he wasn’t quite done with his avoidant lifestyle so he found himself conjuring excuses to break up with any partner with real potential. He once broke up with someone because they smiled too much. Apparently it made him feel like they were faking their happiness. The cliche avoidant behavior all came to a head when that one person snuck his way into [Name]’s heart.

And then the fucker had to die.

[Name] spent months pretending to mourn. He honestly just felt empty.

Once again: Fuck Megumi Fushiguro.

Not too long after Megumi wormed himself into [Name]’s life Gojo made his first appearance. Wearing sunglasses inside, bright smiles and loud laughs, the man commanded attention and called into doubt everything [Name] knew about himself, the world, and his luck. All of a sudden his life wasn’t in his hands anymore and his luck, which could’ve gone unnoticed, was sorcery. Sorcery that required studying at a boarding school away from his friends, family and the sense of familiarity that felt more like belonging.  Sorcery school was a crock of shit.

He didn’t need to learn how to kick ass, and he certainly didn’t need to learn jujutsu techniques considering the fact that he’d stopped noticing curses as a child and hadn’t seen one again until he started channeling cursed energy throughout his body and into his eyes. He could’ve been normal, accepted the illusion of control and gone off to be unfulfilled in a less meaningful way.

I mean who would give up luck and blissful ignorance to risk their lives as teenaged soldiers fighting a war no one else knew about. And his dating pool shrunk before he even got to step foot in the waters. Marrying a sorcerer would only guarantee that his life or even his kid’s life would be ruled by the thing he hated and he couldn’t get out without learning to cope with the lives he could have saved. He had to face the fact that he would grow up to be Satoru Gojo.

Fuck.

Yuuji Itadori was practically a lifeline. Of course with his appearance brought on a whole bunch of other shit but he was the only one who could really understand [Name]. They fucked up his life too. There was no previous exposure to curses, no obvious fucked up origin story, he was at school and met Megumi Fushiguro and boom his life was on the line every day. Yuuji could not enjoy the simple things in life, he would watch friends die, he would not come to terms with the new life he was living. Try as he might.

Yuuji and Megumi were friends. It was hard not to be friends with Yuuji, he inspired people, made them laugh, made them want to live despite the odds. And [Name] was both lucky and stubborn, he would not let go of the one person that could understand him. Not for Megumi, or Gojo or the higher ups, he wouldn’t even die before Yuuji. That’s the promise he made to himself. He’d live for Yuuji. BFFs.

The first time they had sex [Name] was terrified and exhilarated. He was 20, Yuuji 19 and they’d both narrowly avoided death. Neither one of them wanting to die a virgin and just buzzing off of adrenaline. It happened again two more times before [Name] turned 21 and they’d stopped to preserve their friendship. Then they both got into relationships.

Yuuji got married at 26. By then [Name] had already been dumped and thus refused to be one of Yuuji's groomsmen. He showed up early, gave Yuuji his best wishes and then sat in the back during the actual service. The reception was nice, he and Yuuji danced. Itadori’s arms wrapped around [Name]’s waist, [Name]’s arms resting lazily on Yuuji’s shoulders. It was nice to pretend for a while in their little corner of the dance floor, foreheads touching and not a single eye on them. They separated with a grim smile and Yuuji was off to mingle with the rest of the guests. [Name] danced with Yuuta, remained cordial with Gojo and stayed away from Megumi Fushiguro. He didn’t even look at the cake.

Three years later [Name] and Itadori had sex again. It was exhilarating, they worked well together. It was a familiar dance; their eyes closed, forehead touched forehead but they never kissed. Not once. Yuuji was still married after all. Both too selfish to let go of each other, but neither selfish enough to avoid the guilt of what they’d done. What they were doing.

They lasted two weeks without seeing each other. Without ever mentioning it, everything was business as usual. They facetimed each other once a week to catch up and sent each other funny videos to say ‘this reminded me of you’ or ‘have you seen this’.

Yuuji’s marriage fell apart. But it wasn’t just the secret that did it. Getting married at 26 isn’t a death sentence but it is stifling when you’ve known nothing different since you were 15 and all Yuuji’s resentment towards jujutsu society and all the fucking people who died and then 3 years of marriage to a wonderful wonderful partner who just reminds you of all you lost and what could have been. Not even love could save his marriage. So he turned to what he knew best, what felt good no matter what. He turned to [Name].

Four months later Yuuji decided he wanted a divorce and he wanted to be with [Name] who was willing to throw it all away if Yuuji really wanted to. And he did want to. But [Name] didn’t want to put Yuuji in the same position again and told him to go to therapy. Apparently Itadori thought that meant couples therapy. Two months of couple’s therapy made Yuuji want to try and be better.

He had a plan-a good plan. He was going to leave. He was going to leave [Name]. They met on the rooftop of [Name’s] building to discuss the future. Facetime calls reduced to 20 minutes once a month. No more outings alone for the foreseeable future. They would be joined by Fushiguro.

“Kiss me” [Name] begged “If you’re going to leave me for good kiss me once and i’ll let you go. Forever.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” Yuuji looked hesitant. His eyes glanced down to [Name]’s lips and his jaw clenched

“If you’re afraid kissing me will break your resolve then you shouldn’t be leaving me in the first place.” [Name] said resolutely. His eyes steeled with determination as he said “Kiss me. Kiss me my love and i’ll let you go for good”

Yuuji stepped closer. Once he bridged the gap [Name] launched forward and returned the kiss with a bruising passion. Yuuji pulled back for air just before the two of them got lost in it. They touched foreheads panting, breathing in each other’s air.

[Name] pulled away first and stepped toward the edge looking over.

“Don’t.” Yuuji panicked and inched closer hand seeking [Name]’s

[Name] looked up and let out a hollow laugh “I’m not gonna do anything” he said smiling as if anything about his behavior would reassure Yuuji.

“You just told me you’d let me go forever and then stepped toward the edge of your 15 story building i’m sorry if i’m a little worried”

“Come here” [Name] said, pulling Yuuji closer. Yuuji could see tears in his eyes “I’m not gonna jump.” Yuuji gripped [Name]’s shoulders and stared into his eyes only finding truth. He sighed and relaxed, letting go of [Name] who briefly kissed him on the cheek and smiled solemnly. He took a deep breath and finished his thought aloud: ‘i’m not gonna jump yuuji’

“I’m gonna push you”

Megumi Fushiguro ruined [Name]’s life. So [Name] killed Megumi’s husband.

This was a kind of sorrow [Name] could bear. Megumi took everything. His friends, his freedom, his childhood and the love of [Name]’s life. And he’d known it all along. How [Name] resented him long before Tsumiki got sick. As he consoled the grieving Fushiguro, the only thing [Name] said was “I forgive you”

Fushiguro thought it was odd that [Name] forgave him for ruining his life, as if the death of Yuuji washed away all their hatred and sin but no.

[Name] had already repaid him in kind.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

oh please talk about kawanishi taichi i love that silly guy

OF COURSE ANON I TOO LOVE THAT SILLY GUY LET'S GET IT!!

(also i am SO sorry for taking so long oh my god i am back in action and catching up i promise!!)

i think he likes beanies in his casual wear

idk kawanishi feels like such a beanie person but not the douchebag slouchy ones he's got one that's a little snug and has something embroidered on it like a bird or something

okay that's a lie. he has ONE douchebag slouchy beanie that makes him look like how a high school romance shoujo mangaka of the mid-2000s would dress a flashy somewhat-delinquent teenage boy (honey lemon soda my beloved)

this, of course, could not be farther from the truth

the entire second year is scared of him bc they never somehow realize he's there until he says something and they're like "holy SHIT". this also means he knows a bunch of hot gossip

(the hot gossip miyagi group chat: kawanishi, watari, onagawa, and narita)

on the other hand. that means the students of 2-5 win the contest for "best cultural festival attraction" between classes bc they had the best haunted house the miyagi prefecture had ever seen

he's on really good terms with the school nurse because sometimes he sneaks into the infirmary to take naps during lunch or gym periods

knows how to lockpick BECAUSE he keeps trying to sneak into the infirmary. and occasionally the school roof for their "team bonding picnics" so that tendou doesn't have to keep swiping the key from the student council

i'm not just saying this bc i like enamel pins but i think kawanishi DOES like enamel pins. he's got a collection of these edgy sarcastic ones that he thinks are hilarious in a "started-ironically-and-now-i-can't-stop-pipeline" kind of way

he's got this whole tumblr-grunge-indie-hipster thing going on with his douchebag slouchy beanie and denim jacket with pins all over the collar and ripped jeans and converse sneakers and shirabu thinks he pulls it off unfairly well

i feel like kawanishi also really likes fantasy/sci-fi and is actually SUCH a huge secret nerd about it. and really likes cyberpunk and fantasyland settings you'd get from like idk snow white with the red hair or nivalis (i KNOW it's an indie game that's not even out yet but sue me i don't know cyberpunk all that well)

he and tsukki actually become friends while arguing about how much of akira is deep meaning and how much of it is actually just straight up bullshit because WHAT the fuck was that

also he's subscribed to a bunch of these small artists on youtube who make background music and fun art to go with them bc he can put together a great soundtrack for getting hw and studying done

likes getting lil gifts for shirabu, especially to add to his stationary collection. shirabu has sticky notes in the shape of whales and ice cream and paper lanterns and washi tape with fireworks and beach motifs and bakery stuff and it's all because of kawanishi

kawanishi just sticks to the plain solid-color square sticky notes that he uses to leave shirabu notes around his dorm. just small things, really, a reminder that this is a place shirabu belongs and it is a place he is loved. you're doing great. get some water soon. i'll bring you dinner, just text me. don't forget to sleep.

and shirabu will be hard pressed to admit it, but those might be his favorite sticky notes of all

[crazyf0rswayze]

Dallas: I'll Make it Up!!

Can you do dally of when he forgets about a date and forgets about the reader so than she goes to Darry’s house and sees him and they make up aka smut

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of being submissive vs dominant.

Y/N POV

It was our monthly date night...and he forgot. How could he forget!? It's the same day every month! The third Friday of the month! I'm all dolled up. A new dress, a different style of makeup and he's a half hour late. He's never ever this late. He forgot. I decide to go over to Darry's house instead to talk to him. We've been friends for a little bit, and that's how I met Dallas. He has always been there to talk to, and he gives pretty good advice. It takes a few minutes to walk over to his house and when I get there....Dallas is having a full blown conversation with Johnny. I wouldn't have an issue with it if it weren't date night. There were three people in the house. Darry, Dally, and Johnny. 

"Hey Y/n, what's up? How are you?" Darry asks from the kitchen. 

"Fine" I mumble and walk over to the counter. I sit on it and Darry just looks at Dallas and then me. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. His brows furrowed with concern.

"Dallas and I were supposed to have a date and he forgot. We had reservations and it's too late now" I say in a whisper. I was looking down at the ground, afraid to meet Darry's eyes thinking I might cry. 

"Go talk to him" Darry replies whispering. 

"No. He's talking to Johnny" I say

"Go say hi or something. Once you guys start talking I'll get out for a bit and bring Johnny with me. I'll meet up with Soda and Pony or something. Ok?" He explains. I'm looking at the floor still, so he leans down so his face blocks my view. He has a nice smile plastered on his face. I chuckle and look back up. Darry smiles again and walks back over to the other side of the kitchen to read the paper. 

"Hey Dal" I say quietly. 

"Hey doll. Why are you all dolled up?" Dallas asks. 

"Hey Johnny. Let's um...let's meet up with the boys for some ice cream" Darry says. 

"Sure! Bye Dallas. I'll see you tomorrow " Johnny says. He waves and walks out the door with Darry.

"Um....Dallas we had a date today. That's why I'm all dolled" I say, not looking in his eyes.

DALLAS'S POV

Shit...I'm complete forgot. How could I be so damn stupid!? It's the same every month!

"Baby! I'm so so sorry! I-I complete forgot. It slipped my mind. I-I'll make it up to you!" I say. I had never ever forgotten a date, and this definitely hurt her. And I didn't want her hurt. But I didn't really know how to make it up to her. Well.... I guess there is a way.

"How!? I was so excited for this date! Dallas how could you make it up!?" Y/n says. Her voice was a little angry, but she wasn't raising her voice, which was good...I guess.

"Well...we could start by taking this off" I say, reaching for the thin straps of her dress.

"You know I can't say no to that" she says, letting a smile spread across her beautiful face. 

"But we can't fuck on one of the Curtis' beds"

"We can take their parents old room....or Sodapop's room because he sleeps with Pony"

"You lead the way" she says. I smile and grab her hand, taking her to their parents old room. Lots of the things were moved out, and put into storage, so it was quite empty.

Y/N POV

It was most certainly a little weird that we were about to have sex in their house, but God I needed him right here right now, and it was so weird. I was so mad at him and now I'm aching for him inside me. Dallas spun me around, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. My back was to him.... He lifts my skirt up and feels me through my lace panties.

"Baby...you're very wet. Why is that?" He asks teasingly

"B-because you said you'd make it up to me...a-and I really like that we're going to do it this way" I say a little nervous.

"Good..." He says. He slowly unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I shudder at the cold air hitting my exposed breasts. 

"No bra? Mmm" He says. He cups my breasts, and slowly starts to massage them. He starts to kiss my neck, leaving a hickey. I let out little whimpers as he nibbles at my sensitive skin. 

"Dallas" I moan out.

"Yes darling?" He asks, pulling his head away from my neck. 

"That feels nice...but can we do something else?" I ask softy. 

"Of course darling. You tell me what you want. Tonight you can take charge" he says. 

"How about you take your shirt and jeans of baby" I say. He steps away from me, and I hear him undo his buckle and pull his jeans down. He pulls his shirt off, and he walks back over. 

"Is this better?" He asks. I could feel his warm body up against mine, and his bulge against my ass. 

"Yes. Now...how about you get on your knees in front of me" I suggest. He walks in front of me, and slowly gets on his knees. He looks up at me....and he looked so submissive. It was so hot, and it most certainly made the pool in my underwear worse. He reaches for my panties, and pulls them off. They fall to my ankles, and I step forward, and away from them. His nose is right above my wetness. He reaches a hand up, and feels me again. I whimper at the feeling of his digits on me. 

"So wet for me" he whispers, the warm air coming from his mouth hitting my pussy. I buck my hips forward, and hit his lips. I pull them back and Dallas leans forward and into me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, as his tongue connects with my arousal soaked cunt. I let out soft moans. He felt so good, and he always knew what I needed and how I wanted it. That's what I loved about him. His tongue went between my lips, and circled my clit before going back and teasing my entrance. 

"Mmmm" I moan out. My one hand was massaging my breast and the other was tangled in Dally's hair. My head was tilted back in pleasure, and my eyes were closed for the same reason. One of Dallas's arms slowly departs from my leg, and goes to my pussy. Dallas pulls the tip of his tongue out of me, and replaces it with a finger. I let out a loud moan, and then Dallas adds another digit inside. I whimper and moan as he makes me feel good. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, and his tongue circles, sucks and nibbles on my clit. He hasn't done that before...he hasn't nibbled on me but it felt to damn good. Too good to keep my moans down. I was loudly moaning at all the sensations. Dallas hums into me, sending vibrations through my core. 

"Dallas! Mmmm! You're making me feel so good!" I cry out. He hums again. I buck my hips and then pull them back. He starts to do everything a little faster, getting me closer and closer to my release. He's looking up at me with eyes full of love and full of the need to make me feel good. They could send me over the edge, and they did. My body starts to tremble and shake as I cum. Dallas quickly stands up, and holds my body with one hand, his other hand it's fingers still in me. He makes small little thrusts, almost unnoticeable, as I ride out my high. I lean into his body once I'm done, and he pets my hair. 

"Good girl" he says. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, and they're coated with my juices. He lifts his hand up to my lips, and taps my lips. I open up my mouth, and he puts his digits in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm" I moan out as I taste myself. I suck on him, and I run my tongue on and between his fingers, cleaning them off. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. He knew what he was doing, making me submissive again. I'm not sure I would let it happen though.... After a minute, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I swallow every last bit of the juices in my mouth. 

DALLAS'S POV

She was hot when she was all dominate. I'm not really a submissive guy but god she could change that and I loved that. 

"I think I want you on the bed..." She says. I walk over to the bed and lie down. She comes over and straddles me, making me harder than ever. She takes my boxers off, throwing them to the side. Y/n takes my hard cock in her hands any slowly pumps it, speaking all my pre-cum all over my member. 

"Dallas darling, do you have a condom?" She asks all hot.

"Y-yes. It's in my wallet. I can grab it if you'd like" I reply a little nervous for God knows why.

"No its ok" she says. She gets up, and walks over to my jeans, pulling my wallet out of them. She opens it up and takes a look

"Dallas Tucker Winston...aged 21?" she says, reading my ID. 

"I almost forgot your middle name was Tucker...so cute. But why 21?" she says. Her voice gets all high pitched when she says cute, like she's talking to her dog. She fumbles through my wallet in the darkness, and finds the condom I keep in there. She walks back over too me, straddles me again, and opens up the condom. She rolls it on and I buck my hips up at her light touch. I needed more so badly.

"It says 21 so I can buy bee-" Y/n aligns my member with her entrance, and slowly slides down on it. The pleasure of her in me cuts me off. She lets out loud moans and whimpers as her hole gets stretched by my cock. 

"Feel good?" I ask. 

"Y-yes." She replies. She puts her hands on my stomach and puts her weight on my briefly before starting to go up and down on me. She moves her hands and puts them on my thighs so she can lean back in all her pleasure. She leans back slightly and knocks her head back. She starts off with slow bounces, and then starts going way faster. She's a loud moaning mess for me...

Y/N POV

It has been a little bit since Dallas and I had sex, so it felt better than it usually would because of waiting so long. 

"Aaah. Dally it feels t-too good" I say. All Dallas does is place his hands on my hips, steadying me and helping me go up and down. After a little bit he moves one hand and rapidly starts to rub my clit. The pleasure was too much, but I still wanted to go so much longer. 

"D-dallas can I please cum!?" I plead and whine

DALLAS'S POV

Even though she was very dominant right now, it was so hot to see her be submissive and ask to cum.

"Wait a little bit ok?"

Y/N POV

I was glad and mad he told me to wait because soon it would be too much. I could feels myself pulse and clench on him for a split second and go back to normal as I neared the edge.

"DALLY PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!" I yell and plead for his permission.

"Go darling! Come on, cum on my cock." He says as I start to cum. I completely lose myself and fall onto his perfect body to steady me. My head was knocked back and my back was arched so my stomach was pushed closer to his. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I soon calm down, and he kisses my head.

"You did so good baby. Good girl" he coos. All I can do is hum. 

"I have to get up. I have to clean you up baby." He says. I pout not wanting his cock to leave from inside of me. He smiles at me.

"Ok... fine" I say. I slowly get off him and plop next to him instead. He stand up and pulls his boxers back on. 

"I'll be back ok?" 

"Ok" I respond. I go under the covers and cozy up as I wait for Dally. He comes back quickly and kneels on the bed. He holding a towel. He slides his hands under the blanket and reaches my thigh, rubbing it. 

"Open baby, I have to wipe you off" he says very sweetly. He was a very sweet guy when you got to know him.

"Ok" I say in a barley audible whisper. I open up my legs, and he slowly reaches over to my pussy. He wipes my juices with the damp towel and then pulls it away.

"Good girl" he coos. He takes his condom off, ties it, and throws it away. He then cleans his dick off with the towel. He crawls in bed with me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"You did so good tonight. I'm proud baby." Dally praises. God I loved it when he praised me.

"Thank you" I say

"Are you still mad at me" he asks 

"Maybe...maybe just thiisss much" I say. I pinch my fingers together with about 3 centimeters between them.

"Ok...that's good" he says with a breathy chuckle. I look up at him and he kisses my lips. 

"Let's get some sleep ok?"

"Ok" I say as I snuggle into him. I rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his toned figure. 

"I love you" I say

"I love you too" he says. I feel his kiss the top of my head as I close my eyes to sleep. I'm about to drift off when we hear the front door open

"WERE BACK! BUT YOU TOO CAN SLEEP" Darry calls out. I have a feeling he knows what we did....

[bisexual-horror-fan]

you heard of elf on a shelf, now get ready for (making out with) stu in a church pew

Well Anon, I know you didn’t mean for this but you reminded me I haven’t done a solo Stu piece in forever and I haven’t done any church smut in a minute and I haven’t done church smut WITH Stu, so that had to be fixed. So let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.2K. Stu Macher X AFAB! Formerly Religious Reader. Warnings: Established Relationship. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Public Hook-Up. Risky Sex. Unprotected Sex. Vaginal Sex. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Gagging. Throat Fucking. Sex In A Church. Reader Doesn’t Believe In Religion Or God Anymore. Stu Is Stu. Riding. Degradation. Use Of Slut And Whore But In That Loving Stu Way.

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“Do You Believe?” 

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The conversation that placed the idea in Stu’s head happened very late at night, the pair of you had one of those dates that stretched basically all day. He’d picked you up mid-morning with the purpose of going to the beach and you lingered there all day, either swimming, or stretched out on the sand listening to music. After lunch a sandcastle was built and then destroyed with Stu doing his best Godzilla impression to make you laugh, before sharing some ice cream, all in all a perfect summer day. You couldn’t be happier having some time with just you and him. 

The beach you went to was a few hours away, you left after sun down and now, on the outskirts of the town you lived in, you are both sitting on the hood of Stu’s car, near midnight and having an extremely late dinner. The bag sits between you, the meal consisting of burgers and fries, you got a milkshake and he got a soda and you were splitting both drinks between the pair of you. 

How this topic came up, you aren’t totally sure, but the point is, now you were discussing it, “So your family never did the whole religious thing?” 

The straw popped out of his mouth and he said with a casual shrug, “Nope, never. I mean, I’ve been for like, weddings, funerals, a Christening or whatever, went to an Easter Sunday once when my grandma insisted but we never went with any kinda regularity.” 

“Or seriousness?” You ask, your elbow nudging him and he says with that classic grin, “Yeah, or seriousness, exactly.” 

His hand is back in the bag, he fishes out a few more fries before asking you with a pinch of his brows, “What about your family?”

You begin to respond to him, saying, “Oh yeah we took it a bit more seriously, went more than you did, I actually almost went to a Catholic high school-”

He had his hand over his mouth as he was finishing his current mouthful before asking, cutting you off as he did so, “With the uniform and everything?” 

You nearly snort before you respond, “I dunno perv, I never went, remember?”

“Never too late to put on a short plaid skirt. You know you can still buy one too, right? It’s not like they card you for a school ID before they sell you one.”  The suggestive rise and waggle of his eyebrows as he leans closer makes you laugh, a roll of your eyes, “Yeah sure, I’ll run out and buy one ASAP.”

He proceeds to take what you said seriously, ignoring your tone, and instead just listening to the words, a bit he loved to do and that was not lost on you, “When you do remember, there is no such thing as too short, like if it’s reminding you more of a belt than it is a skirt you’re on the right track-” 

You shoved your burger into his face, forcing him to take a bite and effectively silencing him. His reaction made you crack up further, attempting to choke down the food without making a mess or spitting any out. When he managed to swallow the food down he said, “Rude! You’re rude.”

He took the napkins you were holding out to him, wiping the stray mustard that got onto his face when you jammed the burger into his open mouth. 

“And you’re a total freak but what else is new?” You say as you shrugged and took another bite of your own burger. He rolled his eyes as he crumpled the napkin in his hand, “So do you believe in that stuff?”

He asked it so casually and you looked over to him, a hearty swallow of milkshake and you asked, “What?”

“In like religion, God, all that shit.” He asked, a soiled napkin still in his hand as he gestured up to the sky. Your eyes turn skyward and you say, “I dunno. I never questioned it much when I was in it, just kinda went along with it all, but after getting out, really examining and thinking about it all critically? Yeah, I can't say I am a big believer.”

“No? You aren’t a fan of Sky Daddy?” He asked in an overly serious tone that almost makes you choke on your next sip of milkshake. You are trying to suck down air, catch your breath and he is piling on, hand on your shoulder as he did so, “You aren’t getting on your knees for him every night and thanking him every damn day for the fact you know me? I’m shocked!”

“Stop! My stomach hurts, fuck-” You beg and he says, “I just think you should be a bit more thankful for me but okay.” 

He does relent. The conversation moves onto other things, dinner is finished and you and he pile back into the car and make the rest of the drive back. You didn’t think anything further of the conversation, not until a few weeks later, you realised that your talk had a bigger effect on him than you thought. You and he were out on the town for another date, easy conversation flowing, his arm around your shoulders, no plans at the moment, in the midst of trying to decide what to do next when he stops. “I got what we should do.” 

He steers you, dragging you up a series of steps and your eyes turn up to realise he is leading you into a rather large catholic church. It’s frankly gorgeous as far as churches go but the Catholics always knew how to do gothic architecture and stained glass well. The scope and scale of the building was impressive, imposing, you don’t remember seeing this place before but then again with your lack of interest in faith why would you pay attention to a house of worship. 

You stop and stand your ground firmly, you and he are midway up the steps, your eyes on him as you ask, “Woah, what the fuck are you doing?”

“What? You against getting a little spiritual together?” Stu asked as he leaned in closer to you and you took a step back, his hand is still on your shoulder but there is some distance between you and him. “I’m just wondering what your motive here is Stu.”

He laughs, head tipping back, his hand that wasn’t still on your shoulder is on his chest, “Me? Having an ulterior motive? Oh you hurt me!”

“Stu.” You deadpanned his name, sounding unimpressed and he parroted yours back in the same way. 

“Be honest with me, can you do that?” You asked and his hand fell away before rubbing over the back of neck, “Alright, fine. So maybe ever since our conversation when we were coming back from the beach I’ve been curious. I want to know more about your relationship with religion when you did believe. I dunno much about that kinda thing and maybe I just wanna get to know you better, okay?”

Oh. Well fuck. You feel like an asshole for giving him the third degree like that. Stu was genuinely being sweet and you assumed the worst, that wasn’t fair to him, immediately assuming he could only be shallow and surface level on this front. Stu contained a lot of depth and you thought you knew better, thought you were one of the only people to give him such credit and yet you still fucked up from time to time, human error is natural but you still mentally berate yourself. You should act better, he deserves better, who were you to judge on what Stu could be capable of caring about?

You reach out, take his hand, fingers tangled together and you apologise, “Shit Stu, I’m sorry. If you want to talk more about this we can.” 

“Really?” His tone makes you feel worse, the soft and hopeful nature of it leads you to start back up the steps, tugging his hand and saying with a glance over your shoulder, “Really. Come on.” 

You thought that this could be a nice change of pace, having a deep theological discussion even if you didn’t really believe in that kind of thing anymore could be great for you, create a deeper connection though an unconventional activity you wouldn’t normally engage in. You felt confident and honestly, a little excited over the idea, a chance for more growth and learning more about each other.  

He is such a lying asshole.

You should have known he wasn’t being entirely truthful. Here you were on a weekday afternoon, church was empty, no one else around save for the both of you in a back pew and Stu’s mouth on your neck and his hand between your thighs. This wasn’t about having a discussion on your faith or lack thereof, no apparently this was about having an illicit hook up in the house of the Lord. You were trying to fight back, trying to move away, but he had one arm around you, hand on your waist, effectively keeping you pulled flush against him. Teeth graze, tongue lathes, his fingers drag higher up your inner thigh and you try to close your legs around his hand but he laughs, you can feel his smile against your throat, “Where are you trying to go?”

You huff out, “Trying to put some space between you and me, fuck Stu-” You gasp as his palm cups your cunt through your underwear, “Why’s that?”

His question in combination with his hand moving makes you whine, “-Cuz I thought you wanted to talk!”

“We can talk.” His fingers move up, firm circles just right that make your hips cant up without being able to control yourself from the sudden jolt of sensation, even without looking he finds what he needs to every time, it’s maddening. “Nothin’ is stopping us from talking.” 

He refuses to stop laying sloppy kisses along your throat or touching you so well, and you restrain a moan, “We shouldn’t be doing this-”

“I thought you wanted to talk, not bitch.” He says easily and you retort, “Stu we can’t, please, ease up!”

“Awe what’s a matter? Aren’t you enjoying this?” His mouth had moved up, warm air fanning over the side of your face as he asked it quietly. He presses harder, fingers work quickly and you inhale sharply, mouth clamping shut to try and hold in your next moan. 

“Sure feels and sounds like you are enjoying it.” That tone of voice, cruel, mocking, thoroughly amused and loving every second, it doesn’t help your arousal or the state of your panties.  His hand slips from between your thighs and you hear him suck on his fingers loudly and you wince. You don’t want to be overheard but he clearly doesn’t care. 

He hums as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth again and says, “Jesus Christ you’re wet.” 

A moment of silence, your laboured breathing is the only real sound, what can you say? You shift in your seat and you can feel how wet you are, what can you say, it isn’t like you can deny what is so blatantly obvious. He breaks the quiet once again. “Oh wait…Or You don’t wanna hook up in a church is that it?” 

You nod with a bite of your bottom lip and he teased, it sounds like his grin is so big it is threatening to split his face in half, “I thought you aren’t religious anymore? Why should it bother you doing this here?”

His other hand was off your waist, fingers under your chin turning your face up to look into his eyes, confirming what you thought, he looked positively gleeful as he taunts further, “You scared God is watching? That you’ll go to hell for this?” His tone is nigh mocking, a hint of condescension, you don’t want to think about what it does to you, how it makes you clench. 

You weren’t afraid, you know better, if God is real he can see you all the time, not just when you are in church, doesn’t mean that the idea of fucking around in here isn’t a big hurdle regardless of the state of your relationship with religion. And the idea of Hell? Laughable, even if it exists you doubt that you’d qualify.  Your personal relationship with all of this was long dead and buried.

What he says holds the potential for a lot of things, it's another taunt, a challenge, a test. He’s right, again, you aren’t religious. You don’t believe in all of that. So why are you hesitating so much? Is it the fear, or the humiliation, the public setting, the risk of getting caught, or is it the much more likely idea that even though you don’t believe the clinging vestiges of religion runs deep? Conditioning like that isn’t so easy to shake, especially when it was present in your life before you could even remember.

“I’m not scared of that! Just what if someone catches us?” A serious attempt is made to make your voice steady and not let the want clouding your mind to shine though, you don’t think it works. 

“Pffft, at this time of day? I sincerely doubt it. Loosen up babe.” The way he is speaking and acting, thumb swiping over your bottom lip, that mischievous glint in his eyes, every single thing he is doing is tailor made and purposeful to rile you up. “Besides that, why would you care? What are they gonna do? Ban us from the church?’

His hands move quickly, fingers dig into your sides, you inhale sharply and yelp out a laugh from the sudden tickling, he doesn’t stop speaking, “Excommunicate you from the religion you don’t believe in? Oh noooo. What a terrible fate!”

Your hands lock around his wrists and you push his hands away, sucking down a lungful of air and pushing back from him at the same time, in one motion, “Fuck, is everything a big joke to you?”

“Maybe. I can’t help it. I’m a natural comedian.” He teases and you sigh, “Yeah you’re a natural something alright-”

He cuts you off, “You don’t like me making light of everything? There’s something you can do about it.” 

You wonder what he means but his body moves, this roll that causes your eyes to drag down his torso to see the origin of it. Upon your eyes landing there you discover this sight: him palming himself through his jeans. This makes it clear, you were so distracted you hadn’t picked up on how hard he was but of course he was. The idea slams into your head like a semi-truck, if you get him off the effect would be two-fold, it would put to bed the idea that you were lying and still gave a fuck about religion, and it would make him stop with all the jokes. You glance around, there wasn’t anyone else here, the idea was admittedly hot. It wasn’t like you never thought about it before, so you decide to say fuck it, not linger or overthink. You’d show him, you’d loosen up. 

Your hands take over and his belt is open, you demand as you move to get on your knees, “Get your pants down.” 

“I knew you’d come around.” The confidence on this man, good Lord, borders much more on outright cockiness. He still does what you asked, pants and underwear are quickly shoved down to mid thigh, raging hard dick exposed to the open air to make this easier, you are now settled on your knees while between his. 

“This is more about getting you to come.” You joke and he laughs, that big, genuine kinda Stu laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides and his nose scrunch slightly, “Fuck, you got some jokes too.” 

You hum in agreement as your hand reaches out, fingers wrap around the base of his shaft and he squirms slightly, his breathing changes, you smile and then you lean in, tongue flicks over the tip and you revel in the harsh intake of air. You don’t waste time. Eyes fall closed, your lips wrap around his head and you suck indulgently, Stu curses and your tongue circles around the amount of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You are taking more into your mouth, tongue moving, sucking deeply, your hand slowly starts working into the mix, stroking up then down again, covering the space that you weren’t taking into your mouth yet, spit slipping past your lips acting as lube. 

You start getting very into it, messy, but something causes a shift. Stu lets out this moan, it isn’t particularly loud, nor pornographic, but the pitch and volume of it reminds you just of where you are. The sound of it reverberates of the high ceilings, the echo makes your eyes open and your gaze draw up the length of his body, and he looks, fuck, incredible, puts the stained glass windows to shame. Pants midway down his thighs, hands splayed on either side of the wooden pew he was seated on, breathing had picked up, lips parted and his eyes on you the entire time. 

The heat floods you, the entire situation is really sinking in, you hadn’t counted on liking it as much as you had but when you were with Stu he had a funny habit of making you discover all kinds of interesting things about yourself. This urge overcomes, you are in a house of worship and on your knees, so shouldn’t you get to worshiping? 

This right here is all you need, he is what you need, the feelings he gives you is better and makes more sense than anything the church ever tried to teach. You wanted to and could, worship at the altar of the flesh forever and be content and satisfied, could be consumed with the flames of lust and feel more fulfillment than any Sunday service or hymn could ever hope to instil.

You slow down further. This should be a rushed affair, it should be fast to lessen the chance of being caught but fuck it, you want to indulge. Hand locking back around the base of him, your tongue runs up the entire length while you stare up into his eyes before your tongue strokes down over the other side. You kiss here and there, you let drool run down him and your own chin, hot breath slips out from between your lips as you proceed to continually lay attention upon him. He was just as into this as you were, he was barely able to sit still, you didn’t speed up, your other hand locked on his hip and you hold him down as best you can as you continue to please and tease. He moans your name and yeah he is done joking around, you sigh his name like a prayer with your lips against the soaked head of dick.

He is being uncharacteristically quiet. Well, in terms of words, he is breathing hard, and letting out a few curses and other sounds of enjoyment but not as much as normal, he doesn’t care about getting caught in terms of consequences, you know he wants to make sure he can get off first though. 

Slipping him back inside you sucked deeply, you hum and the vibration makes his legs jerk, you love having such a strong effect on him. Your hand lifts up with a questioning look and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, his brows pinch together and he nods, telling you he wouldn’t move, would let you do what you wanted. Your hand left him fully and instead it slips down your own body. You get into a good and steady rhythm with him, moaning against his shaft quietly as you bob up and down, your legs spread, hand between your thighs and it finds its way into your underwear. You are dripping wet. 

You start easy, you begin to stroke your clit in firm circles as you suck, the movements of your hand match that of your mouth, tying the act of his pleasure to the sensation of your own. 

Lost to the act of it, to him and yourself, soon your fingers need to explore more, two digits slip into yourself and curl, you moan the loudest you have so far with him stuffed in your mouth and Stu lets out a choked off gasp, “Fuck yes-”

You loved when you pulled such reactions out of him. 

When did you become like this? Almost like he was reading your mind Stu’s hand was on your head and forcing more of himself into your mouth, you let him, even with the slight gag it causes, he speaks, hushed and low, “You’re such a fuckin’ slut. You-you like to act like you aren’t like this, or like I force you but no, it was always in you.”

A breathless laugh, he says it like he is awed, in the same tone he does when he tells you he loves you.

You work yourself quicker, fingers sliding in and out, palm grinds against your clit as you buck your hips, you suck harder, turned on even more and pushed further by his dirty talk as well as his rough treatment of you. “Look at yourself, fingering that cunt in the middle of a church with me halfway down your throat.” 

He makes a good point, you did instigate no less than half the perverted shit you and he got up to, you are just as into this, maybe you should drop all the pretense? 

People who are not sluts don’t throat fuck themselves while masturbating in a church at two thirty on a Wednesday, this is prime whore behavior honestly, totally text book. He is helping control your pace now and you let him, it makes this easier, helps you along and lets you continue to service him while trying to get yourself off, said orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your movements were getting sloppy, every movement bringing you nearer, you were trembling and Stu notices and asks, “Oh you gonna cum, yeah?”

You whine against him with a weak nod and before he can give any praise or encouragement it hits, the sudden drop off the edge makes your whole body jerk, you swallow around the head of his dick involuntarily and Stu groans. You weren’t even over your orgasm, thighs still shaking and breathing laboured, more sparks still firing off inside of yourself, brought on by your skilled fingers, when he pushed your head back, pulling himself out of your mouth.

He hauled you up to be on the pew again, he kissed you deeply, tongue in your mouth, a shared moan and his hand covers yours, moving with you, the action makes you draw out every single ounce of sensation from your peak. You kiss him deeply as he leads you, fingers curling and flexing inside yourself, every drag of your palm over your throbbing clit pulling another sound from you that he was eating up. Finally when it was too much you pull back with a gasp and see he hadn’t stopped, he took over, he had his other hand around himself, stroking himself, desperate and needy just like you. 

“M’ so close, fuck-” You take his admission as your cue, you move as quickly as you could. Your fingers slip out of yourself, shoving your panties to the side and your leg swings over his, moving into his lap and then knocking his hand out of the way, you line up and then sink down. You envelope him, making him call out, “Oh holy shi-”

Your fingers that are still slick from your cunt are shoved into his mouth to help muffle the sound as you say, breathless and playful, “Keep it down Stu, we’re in a church.”

His eyes roll back with a moan, he sucks and you have taken him totally, the stretch is amazing, he is so fucking filling. You start to ride him immediately, rolling your hips perfectly and his arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you closer, and jerks his head back, your fingers are out and your hands go to the back of his neck, you hold him there as he bucks up into you. His face buries into the side of your neck as he grits out, “Christ yes, take it-”

“Gonna cum in me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth finds your sweat slicked skin, he sucks a hickie into your throat, he lets out something that could be read as whimper, book ended by a, “Fuck.” 

His hips slam up into yours one last time, he holds still and unloads, he cums deep and your head tips back with a shuddering exhale. 

It is quiet. 

Just the sound of your shared panting and the feeling of your hearts beating out of your chests as you start to slow the movements of your bodies, loosening and starting to relax against each other. You soon speak up, “So do you believe me now?”

“What?” He asked and you huffed, your head pops back up and you look down at him, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, “Do you believe me that I don’t give a fuck about religion anymore?”

He laughs, warm smile on his face as he says, “Baby, after that I think you might have made me believe in God.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You scoff and start to slide him out of you, pulling your underwear back into place he jokes, “Yeah that’s the guy.”

As he starts to straighten himself back out and you laugh much too loudly at his terrible joke. Two minutes later you and he are walking down the church steps hand in hand together and you ask, “What should we do now?”

“Mmm how about some more bible study at my place?” Stu asks as he leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek and you hum thoughtfully, “I don’t see why not.”

Maybe your interest in faith could be revived after all. 

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #248

What movie are you looking forward to? The Mufasa movie.

What was your horoscope today? Was it accurate? I don't give a rat's ass what my horoscope is, I'm not even checking. I'm sorry, I think astrology is one of the dumbest things people believe in.

What’s the biggest thing you have going on? Uh... nothing lmfao.

Do you keep magazines by your toilet? No.

What did you last take a picture of with your camera? My actual DSLR camera, a pretty stream with nice trees and boulders. I took it close to a week ago and I'm so scared to put it into Lightroom. I haven't worked on a picture in literally a year now and I'm so scared I'm going to hate it.

Would you prefer an ice cream sundae or an ice cream cone? Cone.

Do you like to have ice in your drinks? No, it waters down whatever I'm drinking.

What song are you most likely to sing in the shower? I don't sing in the shower, or almost ever.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? I think it was actually like two months ago.

What’s your favorite TV show? Meerkat Manor is my favorite of all time.

Would you ever have sex with the last person you texted? The last person I texted with my mom. You can properly guess my answer to that.

How old were you when you had the chicken pox? I actually never got chicken pox.

Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Alex, yes.

What type of music do you listen to the most? Metal or rock of some sort.

Have you ever had to get braces? Yes, I had braces for a long time.

Are you happy with your relationship status? I am.

Which one: chocolate chip or sugar cookie? Chocolate chip.

Do you like the smell of gasoline? Why or why not? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I hate it. It just doesn't smell good in general to me, and it gives me a headache.

Do you like the color orange? Is it your favorite? I do like orange, but it's not my favorite.

What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? Ketchup and mustard. I can handle a tiny bit of finely diced onions.

What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Probably our old boxer mix named Cali.

Do you own any kind of helmet? No.

Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? Mountain Lightning. Mom got a 24 pack and I wish she hadn't, I don't like having soda always available to me.

Were your grandparents present when you were born? Not to my knowledge, they didn't even live in the same state as us.

Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? No.

Did you cry when you first watched Titanic? I sure did lol, but I was also in a psych hospital when they let us watch it, so I was ALREADY emotionally compromised. Even without that though, I probably woulda still cried.

Ever kissed someone with a tongue piercing? No, but *I* used to have a tongue ring.

Are your parents divorced? Yes.

If you got kicked out, where would you go? I guess my dad's or Girt's.

If any of your friends got kicked out, would your parents let them stay with you? I think it would depend on how close we are and if they had their own income. Mom can barely get herself and me by.

Would you get your feet tattooed? I think I'm getting ONE foot tattoo, a Silent Hill 4 reference that is a pair of numbers carved into the skin. I'm not certain yet though, I don't tend to like foot tats much.

Do you know people that smoke weed? I'd say this is pretty normal these days, yes. It's not legal here (yet, hopefully one day), but yes.

What is/was your worst subject in school? All types of math.

Do you find it rude when people text when they’re talking to you? Yes.

Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yes, which I think is dumb as fuck if you actually WANT to deliver a baby, a baby that's healthy.

What’s something you want for your next birthday? I think I'm going to try to convince Mom to let me get a velvet spider... I talked to her about it once and she wasn't for it, BUT she honestly seemed convincable about THAT kind of spider, if I try hard enough lmfao.

Have you ever clogged a public toilet? I don't think so?

Have you ever been followed by a stranger when walking home? Tbh I've never "walked" home anywhere.

Do you own more then 50 different colored eye shadows? Dude I think I own ONE thing of eye shadow.

Do you currently have any medicine in your bag/purse/etc? If so, what kind? Yes, I keep Klonopin in there for anxiety attacks.

What do you like on your pasta/noodles? Sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? Spaghetti sauce is a must, I also like meatballs with it.

Do you think it’s wrong to put yourself before others? In what sort of situations? No. You can't care for others if you don't care for yourself. I mean yes, there are different situations, but honestly I don't care enough right now to divulge into different possibilities.

Are you wary of displaying signs of affection for your significant other around adults? Why or why not? No. I've been with him over three years, there's zero embarrassment or hesitance in me loving him.

Have you ever had red velvet cake or carrot cake? Have you ever made either of those? I've had both but made neither myself. Red velvet is one of my favorites.

Has your favorite band/artist ever toured Europe? Literally both of my favorite bands originate from Europe, so obviously lol.

Is the room you’re in carpeted or is it a hard wood floor? Are there any rugs? Carpeted.

What would be worse - going out in public with no bra or no panties? I think this is a personal opinion, but *I'd* be less comfortable without a bra in public. In private, I never wear one, but I'm very large-chested and would be very self-conscious publicly without one.

If you had to change a tire right now, would you know how? Nope.

Would you ever let your child drop out of high school? I don't want children, but if I did have a child and their mental health really, genuinely suffered because of school, I'd let them drop out, but never because they "just wanted" to.

Honestly, do you think that inner beauty is as important as outer beauty? Inner beauty is astronomically more important than what you look like on the outside.

What is something you used to be afraid of, but aren’t anymore? Taking the last person's answer, spiders. I love them now.

Privacy and respect; which is more important to you? You know, I originally answered with respect, but I actually think I'd rather have a right to privacy than you respect me.

Do you pronounce “aunt” like “awnt” or “ant”? "Ant."

Do you find not washing your hands after using the bathroom to be gross? I mean, yes? I think everyone would agree to this.

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? Yes.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? No, especially if you're talking to child/young teen me. I expected to be so much more.

How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? I'm not having kids. I wish I was infertile literally now.

Do you think you’ll be married in ten years? I think so.

Does your ex still love/like you? No ex loves/likes me. There's maybe two that I'm sure are indifferent, but I can confidently say one hates me and another doesn't want to associate so I'm sure doesn't like me. Maybe by now he's indifferent, idk.

Are you stubborn? Yes.

Do you tend to hold a grudge? It really depends on our personal relationship.

How many states have you lived in? Only North Carolina.

Who was the last person to hold your hand? Girt.

What do you miss most about your ex? "The" ex, I think I'll always miss that he was a lot more romantic than Girt is. He was, in some ways, better at being a boyfriend by my expectations, but in Girt's defense, Jason also very much lacked in other contexts.

What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? His favorite game is Nier.

How long have you liked the person you like? Confidently, it's been close to three years. I wondered since I was a teenager, but I was never sure, even when we started dating the second time. It took a major, trauma-healing event to be certain.

Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes, I did it because I felt like I was supposed to. I had no romantic interest in him.

Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? TYPING, I tend to make typos when texting on a phone. I wonder if it's because of my hand tremors.

Tongue piercings - cute or trashy? I've literally had a tongue piercing and it was my favorite piercing I ever had, I thought it was so damn cute. I only took it out because it was damaging my teeth.

I’ve got to know, who do you prefer: Mario or Luigi? Luigi.

Have you ever changed clothes in a public area (not a dressing room)? In a car.

Yes or no: techno music? I tend to like it.

Have you ever kissed anybody who had a mustache? Not a big one, but yes.

If you were famous do you think you could handle the popularity? Absolutely not.

Do you get on better with funny or serious people? Funny.

Have your friends met the last person you kissed? Some old high school friends have because we went to the same school.

How old is your oldest cousin? Idk.

What if you saw your best friend holding hands with your ex? My boyfriend is my best friend and all but one of my exes are men and he's straight, so what a scene lmao.

Your last relationship, who dumped who? She dumped me. I'm honestly just glad it didn't last, she's not the kind of person I ever SHOULD have dated.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Idk actual age, but I know I was in the 7th grade.

Is your home town nice? No.

Do you consider yourself mature enough to make your own decisions? It's not even a matter of maturity to me, it's me not trusting myself or even just not knowing what I want.

Do you have trouble reading small fonts? Not really, but I do have more trouble than I used to.

Do you know anybody that believes that magic/witchery truly exists? Yes.

Excluding surveys, what is something you waste a lot of time doing? Watching YouTube.

Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting & fascinating? YES!!!!!

Of all the decisions you have thus far made in your life, which was the best & which was the worst? Best: letting go of Jason and deciding I could live without him. Worst: I can't think of a single event that REALLY stands out. I could say attempting to kill myself, but it's like... that led to me getting the help I desperately needed. Real healing started THAT month. I can think of awful mistakes I made, but picking one that stands out furthest is hard. A lot of things that caused trouble in my life weren't a choice.

Will you be expecting any company tomorrow? No.

Discarding the fact that they can smell & tend to get dirty a lot, do you like your feet, or feet in general? No, I hate feet, including mine.

What has been your best/favourite Halloween costume? I have no idea.

If you could visit just one European country next week, where would you go? GERMANY

What was the last job interview you went to? For a Food Lion deli. I got the job, which was a massive fuckin' mistake :^)

Have you ever had a meal kit subscription like Hello Fresh? No.

What colour are your nails right now? I don't paint my nails.

Are you good at meditating? No, I can't clear my mind like that and all it causes is anxiety trying to quiet my brain.

Can you do a pull-up? What about a push-up? Absolutely not to both.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Did you think it was fair? No, I've never really worked anywhere long enough for this...

Do you have any furniture from IKEA? I doubt it. Most of the furniture in this house came with it, the previous owner died.

Are you listening to anything now? Yes, "Moskau" by Rammstein.

Do you like to play Jenga? No, it actually stresses me out. I don't like the tension and especially the sound when everything falls.

Do you like gardening? I've never actually tried gardening. In my ideal life, I'd like some with fruits, but realistically, I would never maintain one.

If you have a dog, does it sleep with you? She's Mom's dog, and she sleeps with her or on the living room couch.

Do you like Fresca? It's okay, but low on my list for sodas. My mom used to love them.

Would you rather your middle name be your first? No.

If you get married, who would cook? Look can I be fuckin real, I hate thinking about this lmfao. I don't know how to cook, and Girt's no expert either, but he's better than me. Girt likes meal subscription services though, but he stopped a while ago. Tbfh, I don't even know how he eats now. The most realistic situation of us living together would probably include me cooking easy things, like in an air fryer or microwave; it looks likely I won't be a worker, which Girt has reassured me he's completely fine with, and because he'd be working, it's not like I'm just gonna laze around at the house all day. I have to pull my weight too, so the way things look right now, I'm probably going to be a housewife. Employment hasn't exactly worked for me, but I'm not happy about that at all.

Would you name your child after someone you know? No.

Have you ever been on a cruise? No.

What celebrity do you get told you look like? I've never been compared to a celebrity.

Have you ever taken a Vicodin? I suppose it's possible?

Are you a vegetarian? I had a vegetarian phase, but it's not sustainable for me and my diet. I'm far, far too picky, and if I followed vegetarianism for an extended period, I'd be malnourished.

How many towels do you use after a shower? One.

Would you smoke marijuana if it were legal? No, I'm not interested in smoking anything. I'd try edibles if it was legal here, though. I'm curious how it would affect my anxiety and depression.

Are you easily embarrassed? YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Would you ever flash a cop if you knew you'd get out of a ticket? No.

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what are some weird food concoctions (example: m&ms on pizza) that yall like? And what’re some weird drink concoctions?

(a cultural thing that is regarded as “weird” by others counts)

and is there a backstory to why you like the food and drink? Like is it a childhood thing, something a loved one liked, something you just randomly discovered, something passed down by generations, etc

mod wonder - for weird drink concoctions, i love mixed drinks, like cranberry and apple juice or a variety of soda mixes. for food, depends on what you’d count as weird. oh except, don’t cancel me for this, i eat damp cheerios. i can’t have liquid milk, or any kind, but hard cheerios are sometimes too dry for me, so i add a little tiny bit of water to make them damp, but not full on wet. i also eat matzah with charoset or butter, which isn’t really weird, but might be to someone who’s not jewish

Mod Luxray 🐈‍⬛️⚡️- OKOK SO FOOD watermelon, Tajin, creole seasoning, and whipped cream[cool whip works best], mush it all up and freeze it, you get a sweet with a slight spice sorbet-icecream ass things its SO GOOD. Drinks have to be Lime Jarritos, brisk ice tea-lemonade, and milk/cream, creates a cream soda type thing, back story for both is my mommas friend growin up would always make these for me while i was in the hospital, which was alot, so its become something of a comfort food

Mod Avon 📖 - Lmao I just talked about wildcard sodas! Love that. But for me, I don’t tend to go too wild on concoctions (the autism texture thing goes hard for me). People get upset with me over gummy bears in blended custards though. Like those blended custards at Rita’s? Love gummy bears in those. It reminds me of the good memories I still have of my family.

Mod Jester 🖍 - Not really sure if it’s weird but we love mac and cheese and peas so much. We first thought it was weird when our mom introduced it to us but we tried and loved it. The texture is mainly why we keep going back to it.

Mod Weeping ❤️ - Mac and cheese and peas, mac and cheese and plain lays or salt and vi what lays in between bread (Mac and cheese chip sandwhich 😎), mayo on peas-, spaghetti and peas, and chicken sandwhich with mac and cheese (preferably baked mac and cheese tho?). Mac and cheese and peas was a childhood thing, the Mac and cheese and chip sandwhich was something my brother and I made up, the mayo on peas is something my hip moms family taught me and they called it “cowboy peas” and said it was a southern USA thing but I have never met another person who did this so they may have been lying lmfao, spaghetti and peas was something an upstairs neighbor did and we had to eat it or not eat basically-, the mac and cheese chicken sandwhich was bc of that Chick-fil-A TikTok hack that went around for a bit. Also, and this is a PICA thing that we just never stopped doing, those fucking paper lollipop sticks bro- also some middle eastern foods and thing that ppl generally dont like in the USA unless they’re from there? Various things we ate bc we had PICA as a kid but I don’t count those. And then drinks idk. (Fuck that was so long sorry-). Oh wait- also something a little in our Sys likes- is these wack ass snack concoctions she makes of really spicy chips plus sweet cereal (like O’s) plus something more “plain” like pretzel balls she picks the salt off of

mod plush 🌻 — unfortunately i’m a very average food concoctor. fries and milkshakes, ketchup in mac and cheese (bonus if it’s cheeseburger mac), etc. if you asked me what foods i didn’t like, well, we could be here for hours…

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Stir — Mosquito-Free Zone

A Mother's Instinct note — daddy long legs are cowards and wont even touch you, please dont kill them warnings — none. word count — 1.1k

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In the end, [Name] bought Gilbert a terrarium and kept him warm on the corner of her desk ​​​​to watch him while she studies. Yaku wasn't exactly fine with the armless reptile, considering it was nowhere to be found the first time [Name] tried to introduce him. He later appeared hissing from [Name]'s closet and Yaku had to keep himself from kicking him. He blinked blankly while [Name] crouched and extended her hand, allowing the two-meter snake to calmly wrap around her. [Name] had never heard Yaku scream louder.

But it was fine. As a few weeks went by and visits to each other's house remained as frequent as usual, Yaku ended up becoming quite fond of Gilbert. It also seemed Gilbert had grown quite fond of [Name], seeing as she mostly left the terrarium without its lid, yet he stayed in the comfort of his hidey home. Their nightly hang-outs turned into [Name] rambling about whatever new fascinating facts she had recently learned, Yaku listening closely but not really—because even if he adored her, sometimes she was too fast to follow—and Gilbert poking out his snake tongue while slithering back and forth between the two.

The whole Gilbert ordeal brought a realization to Yaku: [Name] was in absolute love with plants and animals. He knew about her passion for plants, considering he'd heard refer to her succulents multiple times as her babies. Her interest in animals was the same, as she greeted any animal on the street when walking home. How many times had the whole team stopped because [Name] had suddenly disappeared from their side, only to find her petting and baby-talking a stray cat? Too many to count. How many times had Lev joined her since becoming part of the team? Not more than Fukunaga, that's for sure—damn, that kid loved cats.

What Yaku didn't know about [Name]'s infatuation with breathing creatures was that it included every animal—except for maybe flies and mosquitoes, God, she loathed those. He came to learn this the hard way.

[Name] was finishing with setting up their usual pillow fort when Yaku walked into the room. His arms were occupied with bags of snacks, a plastic container, and soda bottles as he closed the door behind him with his foot. "Hey, your dad baked some brownies. I'm kinda starting to see a pattern here. Do you think he wants to eat you for New Year's?"

"Morisuke, what the fuck?" [Name] looked up from her laptop, eyebrows bending in confusion.

Yaku shrugged. "I'm just saying; he's feeding you a lot of sweets lately."

"Yeah, he's gotten into baking, for some reason. Probably cause mom told him he's not very good at cooking."

Yaku's chuckles bounced against the walls, filling the room with cheerful laughter. [Name] grabbed the sealed bottles from his grasp and, keeping the container for himself, Yaku let go of the bags he was struggling to hold. They plopped down on the carpeted floor, and a very unfortunate one slapped [Name]'s face. She shot her eyes up to glare at her friend, but he was already off to check on Gilbert. Her gaze immediately softened at the sight, a content smile curling her lips upwards.

Yaku did like Gilbert, after all. To think that about a month before he wouldn't dare get close to the snake, and now he was tapping Gilbert's terrarium and calling him buddy. How very lucky she was to have a best friend that put up with every last bit of her bullshit; be it adopting random animals or buying ice-cream for her all-nighters.

"Ah, shit, [Name], there's a spider here. You should clean this place a bit."

[Name] snapped out of her daze at the sound of her name. One of her brows quirked as she tried to make sense out of Yaku's words. She dismissed his sentence when she remembered the spider by the corner of her room. "Oh, no, that's Lukas. I feed him the mosquitoes—"

Yaku's palm slamming against the wall silenced her instantly. Her jaw unhinged. Yaku wiped his hand on his clothes to clean off the spider's body. His eyes widened in guilt as he turned to look at [Name]'s dumbfounded expression. "You had a name for it?"

"Did you just…? Did—Did you…? Did you just kill Lukas?"

"Shit, sorry, I thought it was just a spider."

[Name] blinked once; twice; thrice. Her brows twitched. "Um… It's—Doesn't matter, it's fine. Don't worry…"

A heavy silence settled between the pair. [Name] hung her head low to hide her eyes brimming with tears. Yaku heard his stomach growl at him as it started somersaulting in its place. He sighed along with a roll of his eyes. Gilbert slithered onto his arm, and he popped open the lid of the brownie container. "Are you crying?"

"…No."

The breaking of her voice begged to differ. "[Name], look, I'm sorry. I acted on reflex. I meant no disrespect to Lukas." He plopped down among the bundle of blankets, a friendly snake on one hand and a pair of brownie squares in the other. Gilbert hissed while climbing up [Name]'s neck and nuzzling below her hair.

She sniffed, pursing her lips."…It's fine." She used her index finger to rub Gilbert's head.

"[Name], I'm really sorry. I'll help you find another one, if you want to."

[Name] lifted her head to meet Yaku's eyes with her own teary ones. Her lips were downturned in a pout, voice quivering as she muttered, "Would you really do that…?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. Here, come on." His left arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her to lean against him as she still sniffled quietly. He held the brownie in front of her and she leaned froward slightly to bite down on it, albeit still holding back her tears. "I'm sorry, I really am, yeah?"

"He was my best friend…"

"Ouch."

"After Gilbert, of course."

"Well, look who's not sad anymore." Yaku almost instantly pulled his arm back and pushed [Name] away from his body.

"No, wait, I'm still sad, hug me!" And she threw her arms around him, stealing the brownie from his hand in the process. Yaku wanted to grunt out an I hate you, but [Name] would never buy it. She knew better than that, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to hold her again.