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moonlitscales · 1 month ago
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LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🪳🪳🪳🪳
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LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LULUYAM 4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(rest is most of my Spotify wrapped, but I just wanted to highlight ROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!)
Top songs:
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LULU IS UP THERE TWICE RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Top artists:
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(don't listen to much Melanie anymore) BUT LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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I LOVE 6ARELYHUMAN TOO BTW!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm guessing Luluyam and 6arelyhuman were REALLY close for top spot)
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also this because I think I highlighted most of my music taste
summary: I FUCKING LOVE LULUYAM AND 6ARELYHUMAN!!!!!!!!
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ace-turned-confused · 7 months ago
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seashells & sandcastles | dbf!joel miller x f!reader
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joel masterlist
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summary: weekend break in full swing, you spend the day “relaxing” with joel word count: 5,3k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied / wears a bikini & a dress / can swim, Joel picks up & carries reader but Joel = huge big strong man so he can carry anyone (fight me if you disagree), pet names, unspecified age gap, food & alcohol consumption, parents getting tipsy, smut, super duper explicit grinding (?), public fingering, unprotected p in v, come eating, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, pussy pronouns huzzah!, praise kink, size kink a/n: so........... sea spray was just a silly little oneshot that now has over 1k notes which is actually insane????? actually cried about that btw but anyways i cannot thank everyone enough for all the kind words 🥹 this follows on from where we left off, but could be read on its own :) big thanks to @morallyinept for helping me with some of the warnings 💗 idk how some of this got in here guys i swear and special thanks to my bestie for calling me a wizard and always screaming with me, love you so much 🕺🏻 not beta'd, have fun 😇
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Drifting in and out of sleep just as the sun starts filtering through the curtains, the distant sound of rolling waves and the rich smell of the sea air floats through the window. In the back of your mind, you register the sturdy frame behind you, the arm draped over your waist, the heft pressed against your ass. With the sheet bundled up in your arms and barely covering you, the air in the room is stifling, even with the fan blowing — only you can’t blame the summer temperatures for the heat crawling under your bare skin and settling between your legs.
By the time you wake completely, the arm over you is held tight and the heft against you is hot and hard, poking into you. Your memory comes back to you and that's when you realise — you’ve slept with Joel Miller. You know, dad’s best friend Joel Miller. You’re not sure what good will come from this, but he’s still in your bed the morning after, so that must be a plus — right?
With steady breaths being puffed against your neck, you shift around and slowly grind yourself back into him, your eyes fluttering closed and quiet whimpers falling from your lips. His arm around you tightens even further, pulling you into him and he starts rutting against you, still sound asleep. Reaching between your legs, you drag your fingers through your folds, the inside of your thighs slippery and wet as you rub them together.
You reach behind your back and feel for him. You were rendered speechless seeing the size of him last night, air taken from your lungs at how impossibly full you were and he feels just the same now as you touch him for the first time — a fair gap between your fingers and thumb as you try to wrap your hand around his girth, beads of precome starting to pearl as you brush your thumb over his tip.
Joel keeps mindlessly grinding himself against you as you take a finger to your clit, drawing in tight, steady circles. You push yourself into him more forcefully, soft moans gradually getting louder. You could just finish the job yourself, but why do that when you could have Joel do it instead.
“Joel?” It comes out breathy, your voice still raspy from sleep. He doesn’t respond, and you pull your hand from between your legs to grip his hip behind you. You shake him as best you can, fingers digging into his skin and he murmurs.
“Joel.” Twisting your torso to look at him, you drag your hand up his side to shake him more vigorously — his eyes finally flit open and he grumbles a good morning.
“Need you, Joel.”
“Already got me, ‘m right here.”
He grinds himself into you one more time and pushes your leg up and away from him, revealing your glistening cunt to his eyes. He drags his fingers through you, coating his fingers before taking his cock in his hand, stroking your slick up and down his length.
“Barely woken up and you’re already all needy, huh? S’what happens when you get fucked real good.”
Guiding you with a hand on your hip, he pulls you back to press his cock against you, slipping himself between your folds. He moves your leg back into place, holding himself in the wet heat between your thighs and starts thrusting, the fat head of him just catching on your entrance but never pushing in. You gasp and clench around nothing, feeling painfully empty.
“You’re gonna come just like this.”
“Joel-“ 
“Don’t wanna hear any complaints. You be good and come for me like this, then maybe I’ll give you what you want and fuck you nice ‘n hard later. Understand?”
You whine back at him, eyes falling closed and he snakes a hand around you, holding two fingers on your clit and he stops moving.
“Understand?”
“Yes, yes I understand.” You nod frantically and he resumes his movements, fingers swirling round and round, cock dragging against you.
Just before you start unravelling, a loud knock sounds from your door and Joel slows his hips to an agonising pace.
“Hey kiddo, you up?” Your dad’s voice is muffled and you see the door handle start to turn.
“DON’T-“ You’re shouting back at him before you can even think. “I’m getting dressed, Dad! I’m, uh… I’m up.”
You pray your voice comes across more steady through the door than it sounded to your own ears. It was bad enough that you were nearly caught palming the bulge in Joel’s shorts the night before, but this…
The handle snaps back up and you glance around with a sigh of relief, really taking the two of you in for the first time this morning: bodies moulded to one another, damp and sticky with sweat, Joel’s throbbing cock sliding along your cunt, fingers pressed firmly into your clit, your thighs a mess of precome and slick that’s been dripping out of you since before you even woke up.
Tightening your jaw and breathing hard through your nose, you knock your head back into Joel’s to hold back a moan as you clench down again.
“Your mom and I are heading out, you wanna come?”
Joel actually snorts at that and you whip your head around to glare at him, his eyes dark and a sly smirk on his face.
“Um, no, thanks. I’ll stay here.”
“Okay, see you later. Looks like Joel must’ve headed out for a walk, will you let him know we’ve gone when you see him?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“Alright, you have fun.”
His footsteps fade off, the front door closing with a click and Joel takes your jaw in his hand, pulling you to look at him. You can smell yourself on his fingers, and feel him leaving cold, wet fingerprints on your cheeks.
“You having fun?” Joel punches forward more forcefully this time, the tip of his cock knocking into your clit. Your mouth falls open at the feeling, nodding your head as best you can.
“Asked you a question,” he whispers to you, squeezing his fingers into you.
“Yes, Joel.” You smile elatedly and he huffs a laugh at you.
“You wanna come for me?”
“Oh, please, yes please.”
Letting go of your jaw, he presses his fingers into your clit again, gliding between your folds at a steady pace. What was sea air has been replaced with the smell of Joel and sex, his thick fingers and heavy cock and deep, gravelly voice are hurtling you to your end in record time.
“Never felt a pussy as drenched as this one. Bet I could slip right in her like it’s nothing.”
You’re still twisted around to watch him, and he pulls back to watch where he disappears into you, over and over again.
“Feels like heaven, baby. Looks like it too, fuck me.”
He snaps his hips into you repeatedly, taking your hand in his and replacing his fingers on your clit with your own, flicking them over the swollen bud.
“Come on sweetheart. Soon as you come I’m going right with you.”
And you do — thighs tightening around him and hips jerking, a high-pitched whine coming from the back of your throat. He holds your hand in place and comes after a few more thrusts, spilling into the tight space between your legs. You feel it pool between your folds, seeping down your thighs and he forces your fingers apart, coating your hand in his spend.
Lifting your hand to your face, he shoves both your own and his fingers into your mouth.
“I got to taste you, now you get to taste me.”
If you weren’t still trembling with aftershocks you might’ve come again from the sheer depravity of it all.
Joel pulls his hand from your mouth and turns you to face him, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy exchange of tongues and spit and his come.
“You okay?” Breaking away from you, he tugs the sheet up to wipe your mouth, followed by his own.
“Am I okay? Jesus, Joel.” You laugh and burrow your face into the pillow, completely fucked out and you haven’t even had breakfast.
He cradles the back of your head, planting a gentle kiss on your temple and you can feel him smiling into you.
“Go shower, we’re heading for the beach today, remember? Plus, your dad said to have fun, and I’m gonna make sure you do.”
He traces a hand down your body, pushing himself off the bed and stretching with a groan. You could easily drift off to sleep again, but spending the day alone with Joel, free from your parents? That’s better than any dream you could have.
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Joel can’t remember the last time he had a break like this — summer sun, bottomless drinks, the serenity of the sea. It’s off-season and the beach isn’t too crowded. Lounging back in his fold-out chair, he watches — a father and son excavating trenches and building up sandy defence walls, a little girl carving patterns with the end of her spade, an elderly couple strolling hand in hand just where the water breaks, seagulls nip at each other over old sandwich crusts, and a handful of surfers are far out in the waves.
With the sea ahead of him and the mountains behind, he could easily get used to this: friendly faces, quiet chatter, and hearty laughter all around; peace and stillness as far as the eye can see — and then there’s you.
You haven’t sat down for longer than five minutes the whole time. Zig-zagging along where the water washes over your feet, you crouch down every few steps to dig around in the sand, collecting an array of shells, pebbles, and glass smoothed by the everlasting waves. You’ve already been back twice to empty your shorts pockets, only to venture out again to continue your search. Every so often you look back at him to flash a smile, hand in the sky to shield yourself from the sun.
On your third trip back to unload your findings you stand, hands on your hips to inspect your haul.
“What you gonna do with all this?” He asks as you finish scattering everything out on your towel.
“Dunno, I just like picking them up.” You take a pebble in hand, smoothing your fingers over its surface.
“And how you gettin’ it all home?”
You lift your head to look at him, perching your sunglasses on your head and squinting in the sun.
“Don’t your shorts have pockets too?” You grin and he shakes his head, turning his attention to his unopened book.
“You brought a book?” Your voice is laced with disbelief, and he draws his eyes back to you again.
“Didn’t come here just to drool over you all day, believe it or not.”
“I’m sure you could multitask. Come on, you’re seriously not gonna swim or anything?”
“And who’s gonna guard these ancient artifacts of yours? I’m sure there’s some real rare finds here, sweetheart.” He raises his eyebrows as he leans over to look at everything.
“‘Ancient artifacts’ my ass, it’s a heap of fucking rocks and glass Joel, come on.” You hold your hand out in waiting, scoffing when he doesn’t move to get up.
“Fine, if you’re not gonna come with me then at least put more sunscreen on my back.” You pull your shorts down, rounding the towel to stop before him.
As he starts to stand up, you drop down to your knees, eyes locked on his and a cheeky grin spreads across your face as you sink into the sand, head levelled perfectly with his crotch. You lean to the side, a hand planted on his covered thigh to steady yourself while you rummage through your bags, and all moral thoughts flee his mind.
“You’re real trouble, sweetheart.” You ignore his comment and stand, handing him the bottle and turning your back to him.
He starts below the nape of your neck and you jerk forward, muscles in your back tensing briefly from the stark cold sensation. Palms massaging between your shoulder blades, you soon relax and lean into his touch and he lifts each strap of your bikini top, letting them snap back against your skin once the area is covered.
Moving further down your back, he pushes his hands under the band of your bikini top, curling them around your body until his fingers brush against the supple skin of the sides of your breasts, your breath catching just so.
Leaning in close behind you, he lowers his voice right into your ear, “You just wanted my hands on you.”
He smirks to himself and withdraws his hands, dragging his palms down your sides and sneaking his fingers under your waistband, squeezing your soft, unsunned skin. Part of him wishes you were somewhere secluded, where he could just take them right off, but working you up and fogging your mind is far more rewarding.
Glancing around, the few other people on the beach are well occupied — he grips your hip with one hand and twists the other around to your front, dipping down to cup you entirely.
“Joel…” You say in warning, but he knows it’s an empty threat.
“What, you can tease me but I can’t do the same? Seems a little unfair, sweetheart.”
He applies pressure on your clit with the heel of his palm and you try angling your hips, chasing any relief you can find. Curling his fingers into your heat, he confirms his suspicions. 
“Thought this morning you were just bein’ needy, but this pussy’s always drooling for me, isn’t she?”
You whine at that, already sounding desperate and you push your head back against his chest.
“Please, Joel.”
“Please what? What you want, baby?”
“Want you.”
“Wrong answer.” He keeps his hand steady between your legs, fingers just prodding at your entrance and you try to press your thighs together. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” Your voice trails off to near silence before you can get the words out, and you turn your head to the side, trying to burrow yourself into him.
“Don’t waste my time, sweetheart. Either tell me, or you’re gettin’ nothing at all.”
“Want your fingers. Please Joel, wanna come on your fingers.”
“Good girl, that wasn't so hard.”
Finally pushing two fingers into you, you’re already pulsing around him. Your mouth hangs open, a strained moan slipping out.
“Only doing this if you keep quiet, or this whole beach is gonna know I’m knuckle deep in this tight cunt.”
You whine again but close your mouth and nod. It seems you really are trying your best to be good — either that or you’re so desperate you’ll do anything. Joel keeps watch of your surroundings, knowing you won’t keep your eyes open — or stay alert — long enough to do it yourself.
Pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, you’re sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, hands gripping his arms to keep yourself upright, small whimpers sounding from the back of your throat. He can feel how close you are, walls fluttering around him, but you’re tense, maybe unable to let go in fear of being caught.
He’s a fast learner, though, and already knows that his words alone are enough to give you that final push.
“Nobody’s gonna see you, sweetheart, been keepin’ watch the whole time. You been such a good girl for me, keepin’ so quiet.”
You clench around him more forcefully — he knows he’s heading in the right direction and curls his fingers into you, pressing that same delicious spot he found so easily the night before.
“That feel good? Know my fingers are so much bigger than your own. Bet it’s not as nice as my cock, though, huh? Had you completely stretched out, took me so well.”
Your chest is heaving as you hold yourself back, thighs trembling and he knows you’re impossibly close.
“You’ve been so good for me, ‘m gonna fill you up again tonight — I’m gonna fuck ya nice ‘n hard, just like I promised. You can be as loud as you want, wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make.”
That does it. Nails digging into his skin, you cross your knees and squeeze your thighs tightly, face screwed up as you come around him and soak your bottoms. He keeps whispering praises to you, pulling his sticky fingers from you when you still and lean your weight against him. Wrapping his arms around you, he holds you upright until you’re ready to stand by yourself.
When he notices you’re sound of mind again, he turns you in his arms, hands resting on your waist.
“How ‘bout that swim you wanted?”
You huff through your nose, a small smile on your face as you throw your head forward, knocking into his chest. He bends his knees as he tightens his grip on you, lifting you up and practically throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek with laughter, your fists landing in playful punches on his back and feet kicking in the air as he marches towards the water.
Placing you down on your feet again, he doesn’t give you time to scold him and seals his mouth to yours, one hand pulling you into him by the small of your back, the other cradling your cheek. For the first time, he notices how the softness of your skin elsewhere carries over into your lips, and you hang your arms over his shoulders, fingers threading gently through his curls. Considering all the time he’s spent with you has been frankly pornographic, this kiss in contrast is surprisingly pure.
Pulling back from you, your eyes are warm as you stare up at him. Taking a hand in his, he laces your fingers together and starts walking, pulling you into the gentle waves.
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After your… escapades on the beach, you and Joel spent the afternoon winding your way through town — perusing all the tucked-away shops filled with antiques and random nick-nacks, stopping for ice cream, Joel taking your photo for you to send to friends. You insisted on taking one of him too, promising you’d be the only one to see it.
He’s been casually handsy since you left the beach — crossing the street hand in hand, guiding you by the small of your back, that same hand drifting down to rest on your backside.
A few repulsed glances were shot in your direction whenever he had his hands on you for too long, and rather than back off, he only made it more obvious — pulling your body into his, his hands groping the nearest stretch of skin, a kiss lasting far too long to be publicly decent. With a constant smirk on his face, you reckon he was rather proud of himself for getting you flustered and pissing off the townsfolk even further.
It’s almost disconcerting how easy things are. You���re not used to feeling so laid back, not worrying about making a fool of yourself, not caring about the looks you’ve been getting. 
You’re making your way down a quiet side street when Joel’s phone rings from his pocket.
“Hello?”
He shifts his weight to one leg, a hand on his hip with his lax knee popping out to the side.
“Yeah, we’re just walking through town.” He looks at you, mischief in his eyes as the corner of his mouth lifts in a skew smile.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. We’ll see you soon.”
Joel says his goodbyes, dropping his phone back into his pocket. Taking his place by your side again, he drapes an arm around your shoulders as you resume your journey.
“So?” You look up at him, face framed beautifully by the late afternoon sun — skin glowing, curls tousled by the salty air, eyes crinkling at the corners as he turns to look down at you.
“Was your dad — he just wanted to know where we were.” His grin only spreads wider as you make your way down the street. “He told me I didn’t have to do all this, that you’re a big girl who doesn’t need to be taken care of. Said I should take some time for myself, relax a little.”
You realise then that, much to your annoyance, your dad does have a point — Joel hasn’t relaxed at all, he’s spent almost every hour together with you. Not to mention he’s barely seen your dad, the man who invited him to begin with.
“Oh… I mean, he is right. I’m sure you came here for a nice break, and you haven’t actually had a moment on your own.”
“Sweetheart, this is the most relaxed I’ve been in years, thanks to you.” He plants a kiss to the top of your head and you feel warm at his words.
“I just thought it’s funny what your old man said about you — that’s the one thing you do need, right baby? Just need someone to take care of ya.”
You’re scared to admit it, but Joel really has taken care of you — in more ways than one. You decide not to fret about what’ll happen after this weekend — you can still enjoy the rest of your time here and whatever Joel has in store for after dark.
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Upon arriving home, your dad had asked what you and Joel got up to — Joel stayed tight-lipped and you managed to keep your voice level as you recounted the day’s happenings, minus the obscenities. Your dad mentioned that he and your mom had also gone into town, curious that they didn’t bump into you — you’d brushed it off as just missing each other, and thank God for that.
With all the concerned looks you’d received throughout the afternoon, it never crossed your mind that they could’ve come from your own parents, too. You’ve had two close calls now and your luck is bound to run out at some point. You cringe at the thought of your dad finding out about this whole situation — his best friend sleeping with his daughter, his daughter sleeping with his best friend. You’re not sure which version would horrify him more.
You gave him a tight smile in an attempt to cut the conversation short, walking off to your room to avoid further interrogation.
You’d been looking forward to dinner though, but when Joel approached the table, he sat down across from you, leaving your mom to take up the chair next to you. You’d twitched your eyebrows in questioning, but all he gave you was a slight nod of his head.
You thought back to last night — with Joel sitting beside you, you’d tested him and in return, he fucked you better than anyone before. You were keen on trying to push him again, but the added obstacle of the extra distance tonight would’ve made it far more risky.
Throughout dinner he made sure your parents' glasses were never empty, sending you a wink and a slanted smile with each pour as they became more and more carefree, his free hand caressing your back every time he rounded the table.
You’re not usually one to back down from a challenge, especially now that Joel is involved, but you suspected you wouldn’t need to tease him anymore to get what you wanted.
With dinner over and your parents having blissfully stumbled to their room, you now find yourself pinned against the countertop with Joel mouthing kisses along your neck. You’d told your parents you would handle the dishes, but you doubt you’ll even get a start on that.
“Y’know, I’m surprised you didn’t try anything funny under the table tonight.” Joel’s hands roam all over you as he nuzzles up against your jaw.
“I thought about it, but someone made it rather difficult.”
“Yeah well, you were enough of a brat last night, ‘bout time you started behaving.”
“Seemed to me you rather liked it.”
You’re smiling to yourself when you feel his hand smack down on your ass and you yelp, your dress barely doing anything to soften the blow.
“Seems to me that you quite like bein’ punished. Now, I do enjoy puttin’ you in your place, but it’s nice when you’re a good girl and I can reward you instead. You’re all dressed up too, you put on this pretty dress for me?”
Gripping the counter’s edge, you drop your head as he lifts your dress around your waist and holds it against your back. He pushes himself into you until you’re flush with the cool granite top, held down underneath him. He smacks down again and you’ve already soaked through your panties.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, you should know this by now. Been good all night, don’t start actin’ up now.”
“Yes…” You’re met with silence, Joel unmoving on top of you — that wasn’t a good enough response. “I wore it for you.”
“Looks real nice, pretty dress for my pretty girl.” 
He lifts his chest off of you, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades as he stands. Trailing his hands down your back, he tightens his grip when reaching your hips again, grinding himself into your core. A small gasp falls from your lips and he chuckles as you try pressing your legs together.
He hooks a finger under the gusset of your panties and pulls them to one side, tracing over the lips of your pussy as gently as possible, kneading your ass to spread you open — that and the cool, late-night air coats his finger in a fresh wave of arousal.
“All weepin’ and I’ve barely touched her.”
You’re whining at his words, on the verge of begging him to do something, anything to relieve you. He pulls your panties off completely, dropping them to your ankles and he pulls loose the tie of his shorts.
“Joel?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, turning your head to look at him.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You alright?” He rests a hand on you, thumb drawing soft circles into the swell of your ass, concern in his eyes.
“Are we not, uh… not going to bed?”
His eyes turn almost black as all traces of worry fly out the window, lips parted as he ticks his jaw to the side.
“Had no problem with me finger fuckin’ you on the beach, but now you wanna hide away again? What, you scared your old man’s gonna open his door and see his little girl gettin’ railed within an inch of her life? And by his own best friend, of all people.”
That really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, even more arousal seeping out of you and trickling down the inside of your thighs. Joel lays his fingers flat and wipes his hand up through you before slapping you hard and leaving a burning, sticky handprint on your ass — you buck your hips back into him, letting out a strangled moan.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
His shorts rustle as he shifts them down his thighs, and he swipes his hand up your cunt a second time, spreading his fingers and coating them in slick. You can hear how he takes hold of his length, the room filled with your heavy breathing and the lewd sounds of Joel stroking himself with his sticky hand.
He just slips into you and grabs you by the upper arms to pull you up into his chest, your back arching. He grunts as he thrusts up into you and bottoms out in one swift motion, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you cry out, Joel taking up all empty space inside of you, your clit aching from lack of attention.
“You remember what I told you? Wanna hear what pretty noises you can make.” Joel pries your hand away, keeping it in his own as he takes hold of your hip, his other hand moving to your shoulder. “And before you argue, your parents ain’t wakin’ up any time soon baby — you saw ‘em heading off.”
He pulls out to his tip devastatingly slowly and knocks back into you, repeating the same rhythm over and over — you can feel every ridge, vein, and inch of him. Your eyes are pinched shut and your brow knitted, a choked moan sounding out from the back of your throat with each movement.
“Still just as tight as last night, even after bein’ stretched so wide.”
“Mmh, Joel…”
“Tell me what you want,” he mumbles into you, lips pressed into your skin.
“Please touch me, please Joel, wanna come.”
“Greedy, are we? Pussy’s stuffed full and she still wants more.” Taking half a step back, he pulls you away from the counter’s edge and removes his hand from your shoulder. “Askin’ so nicely though, really are bein’ such a good girl for me.”
He feels down between your legs and parts his fingers around where he splits you open, wetting them in your creamy slick that coats his cock before reaching around to your front and pressing them into your clit. Your hips jerk as he starts swirling his fingers, still withdrawing slowly and thrusting into you hard — you’re so worked up and sensitive that you’re coming already.
“Ohh, fuck, Joel!” you shout out, clamping down on him, your legs shaking as you struggle to keep yourself standing.
“Good girl, come on now, let it out.” He keeps the same pace in both hand and hips as he works you through it. You whine, face contorted and body writhing in pleasure.
Joe eventually stills inside you as you come down from your high, wrapping his arms around you to hold you against him. 
“You ever felt so good, sweetheart?”
“No.” You shake your head haphazardly, still breathless, but you want to see if you can drive him as crazy as he does you. “Never had a cock as big as yours, Joel. Never been so full.”
You feel him twitch inside of you and you break out into a wide grin.
Hand taking ahold of your shoulder once again and readjusting his grip on your hip, he starts slamming his hips into yours, the force of his movements jolting you forward as unabashed moans start falling from your mouth again.
“Never knew you had such a dirty mouth, baby. Definitely ruined this cunt for anyone else, nobody’s gonna make her come like I can. Stretched her so well that anyone else just ain’t gonna do the job.”
Last night was supposedly a punishment, Joel setting you straight after you’d teased him, but this? This feels like you’re being used, having Joel just take what he wants and God do you love it.
“Please come inside me, Joel — wanna be full of your come, want it dripping out of me while I fall asleep.”
It seems like your words work just as well as Joel’s — he pistons into you a handful of times before he erupts, groaning as he empties himself inside of you. He withdraws slightly just to push back in again, working himself even deeper into you, head falling to rest on your back as he folds on top of you.
His hands rub all over your body as he catches his breath, lazy kisses being dotted all over your back and neck. Pulling out of you, Joel grunts and you whimper at the feeling, he crouches down to pull your panties up off the floor, now ruined even further as you feel him start to leak out of you and soak into the already wet cotton.
He turns you to face him, hands cradling your head as he leans to kiss you, the same kind of kiss as earlier on the beach — not driven by lust or need but something real.
“Come on, now let’s go to bed.”
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rueclfer · 6 months ago
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meet cute // shigaraki tomura smau pt two
when you run into your gaming bestie
a/n: i love u shiggy nation and i love this pathetic loser!! (written under the cut btw)
part one
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To be fair, you understood the need for some liquid courage. Before leaving your apartment, you were giddy with the anticipation of meeting your closest friends, but the moment you found yourself outside of his front door, your hands were suddenly clammy.
You gave the door a quick 3 knocks, taking a step back from the doormat.
From the other end, you hear footsteps and scuffling on the floors.
"Let me get the door!" Toga's voice comes through the barrier.
"Fuck no! It's my apartment!" Shigaraki's voice comes in.
The rustling and feet scuffling continues on for a moment while you hear various banging and thumps behind the door.
"You two can actually fuck off!" Spinner swings the door open and quickly slams it shut right behind him to lock the others in. He engulfs you in a hug, picking you up and swinging you around in circles as the others swing the door back open to reveal pouty expressions behind it.
"Hi Spinster!" You squeal, hugging him back with the same grip.
"No fair." Toga mutters, crossing her arms.
After Spinner release you, the rest patiently waited for you to step into the apartment and put your things down before getting their turn to greet you with squeals and laughs.
"We meet again, shortstack." Dabi casually drops a hand on the top of your head, slightly ruffling your hair.
"Hi, 2nd favorite silver haired freak. Not surprised to see that you're wearing the same clothes as the last time I saw you." You swat his arm away before coming in for a hug.
"Not everything. You wanna see?" He cocks a suggestive eyebrow at you.
"Your rancid skid-mark infested tighty whiteys? Pass." You shove him aside to get to Shigaraki, who was patiently waiting up against the wall right behind him.
"Hi, Shiggy." Your voice lowers into the soft greeting, wrapping your arms around him, letting yourself melt in.
You feel him stiffen under you for a moment before reciprocating the embrace, letting himself lean back into you with one hand on the small of your back and the other on the nape of your neck
"Hey." He mutters into your hair. "Glad to know I didn't scare you off last time."
"Scare me?" You slightly pull away to look up at him. "You're such a sweet little angel, how could you scare me?"
"Okay, that's enough of that." He rolls his eyes and lightly push you away. "I think you're the one that scared me, actually. Terrifying to have you know where I live now."
"Yeah? Well you better keep your door and windows locked then because no way am I leaving you alone now." You pat him on the chest before turning around and revising the group.
There had been countless evenings where you would ask if anyone was online, looking for their company, but to be met with a void of silence or finding out they were all in person together.
Of course you understood that for a long time, you were the outsider. You were the person who couldn't be reached outside of the screen and yet despite knowing this, a pit continued to grow in your stomach from the loneliness and envy.
Seeing everyone's personality from online shine brighter in person felt like you've won the jackpot. Their beaming faces and screaming competitiveness felt like you had been there this entire time, confirming that this closeless was real after all.
Across from you, you see Shigaraki leaning back on his loveseat and resting a half empty beer can on his knee while he watches you contently, not paying any mind to the progression of the board game that sat in the middle of the living room.
You met his gaze and returned the stare.
"What?" You mouth towards him.
He shrugs. "Nothing." He mouths back.
You two had gotten "killed off" in the elaborate game about 10 minutes ago, forcing you to sit out and wait for the last one standing to take victory before you can move on to the next game. In the meantime, you and Shigaraki resorted to this unspoken staring contest.
Of course after mere seconds, his eyes would dart away from your own, causing you to sport a cocky grin.
"Stop that, you're making me nervous." He kicks your foot.
"I'm bored." You sigh back. "How the fuck did we even die so early in the game."
"Well my reasoning is that I hate this game and purposefully died early so I don't have to play it. You on the other hand, just suck." He takes a sips of his beer before passing it off to you.
"You wanna give me a tour?" You take a swig of the cold, bitter liquid.
He nods his head and stands up, reaching his hands out to help pull you up off the couch. You take one last sip before setting the can down on the side table, taking his hands and letting him hoist you up.
He keeps his pinky interlocked with yours as he leads you down the hallway, making your skin run hot.
It was obvious that physical touch wasn't exactly something that Shigaraki is 100% comfortable with, and you respected that enough to keep physical interactions gentle and to a minimum despite all of the urges you had to just wrap your body around him and devour him whole.
You remember when you first spotted him at the cafe. He stood at the other side of the room texting each other back and forth for a good minute before mustering up the courage to take a seat at your table. You took note of his trembling hands, but he had the widest smile on his face, in which the memory of is probably tattooed to your brain at this point.
Though he still refuses to turn on his face cam while gaming, you don't seem to mind it as much anymore after meeting him.
"That's Dabi's room. Mine is this way." He motions to the door to the right end of the hallway before leading you to the left.
"Go easy on him, Y/N, he's a virgin!" Dabi calls out from the living room, followed by giggles and laughter from the others.
You tried to choke down your laugh until you saw a slight smirk grow on his face as he shakes his head. "He's lying by the way."
Your ears go hot, still nervously chuckling as you enter his room.
Dark, as expected. Blackout curtains were an essential to gamers, but you wondered when the last time this room has seen sunlight.
"Brace yourself." You warn a second before pulling back the curtains, illuminating the room. You turn around to see that it was just as you expected his room to look like- various video game and anime posters, and a display shelf of figurines- the typically dorky memorabilia that he always gushed to you about on voice call.
You blew a whistle at his elaborate PC setup and took a seat in his chair, letting your hands run over the keyboard and trinkets sitting on the desk.
"So this is where the magic happens." You swivel around to see him flopped down on his bed, letting his head hang upside down over the edge to look at you. "Let me know what aimbot software you downloaded now that I'm here, yeah?
He rolls his eyes, half chuckling. "Never beating the aimbot allegations just means I'm that good. This is everything you expected it to be?" He replies.
"Definitely cleaner." You tease, getting a scoff from him in return. "Just as cute and dorky as I expected, though." You smile, scooting the chair closer to him, noticing the faint pink blush formed across his cheeks.
"You feel okay with me being here?" You take a finger and brush a stray piece of hair off his forehead. "Not freaking out like last time?"
"Maybe internally, but I think I got most of that out." He reaches up and grabs your hand to hold into his. "You feel okay? Being here? And seeing me?"
"Of course I do." You gripped his hand back, letting yourself interlock your fingers with his. "It's fulfilling in some way? I don't know. I'm happy to have met you. You've been my best friend and I didn't think I'd be able to meet you for a long time."
You liked him so much, much more than you'd like to admit. For a long time, you wanted nothing more than to be able to hold his hand like this or or even breathe the same air as him and now that you were here, you weren't sure where to go with your feelings from this point.
You often wondered if he felt the same about you. There had been more than enough restless nights with half delirious conversations to solidify your friendship with each other, but did he want you the way you wanted him?
"Me too." He mutters silently. "Do you...think we can do this again sometime soon? Maybe at your place next time or here, I don't really care. Just us though. We'll ditch these dumbasses."
"Oh? You actually like my real life company?"
He presses his lips together in response.
Obviously, expressing his emotions didn't quite come to him as easily as it did for you, but you saw the efforts nonetheless and could never pass on the opportunity to tease him for it.
"Jokes, Shigs." You laugh. "You sappy motherfucker, of course we can do this again- me and you."
"It's a date then."
Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open without a single word or sound coming out. It was usual for you to shamelessly flirt with him, but for a bold proposition like that to come out of his mouth made your limbs go weak.
Shigaraki clearly had the same reaction with the way he reach over to grab a pillow to smother against his face, hiding his nervous coughs and giggles.
"Wait no no no, don't get embarrassed." You laugh, jumping on the bed to try and rip the pillow off. "It's a date! Say it again for me."
"Fuck off!" He yells into the pillow. "I didn't say shit."
You successfully rip the pillow away from his hands and pin his arms down with your own. He had a panicked smile on his lips, his face cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
"Say it again." You lean closer to his face, making his eyes widen at the sudden close proximity. "And then I'll leave you alone."
There was a beat of silence while you held his arms above his head as you slowly inch your face closer to his.
"I want to go on a date with you, and I don't want you to leave me alone." He says like he's holding in his breath. "And if you lean in any closer, I might just explode." He squeaks out.
You smile, pausing for a second before leaning in to plant a kiss on the space right under his eye. Soft, slow, and sensual.
You stayed there for a moment just to see his face flush into a deeper shade of red and eyes grow wider before hopping off the bed and exiting back out to the living room.
"Do your thing, then hurry up. I want to play more games."
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sparklingchim · 1 year ago
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hush hush; m | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 1.5k
rating: 18+
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au, fwb
warnings: koo is a menace!! aka horny, dick pic, masturbating (m&f), spitting, dirty talk, pic of tummy covered in cum </3, jelly jk & oc, jungkook asks for a more committed relationship 😳 & oc dips immediately 👊
summary: pov: you receive a dick pic from jungkook while you're out on a family dinner.
a/n: teehee just a little silly something cause it's my birthday n i rlly love this couple <3 🫂
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Jungkook
can u send me a pic of your boobies
It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, on rare occasions, Jungkook manages to catch you off guard.
You
?
you know that i'm out with my family
Jungkook
why are u on your phone then
is your date boring
You
he's not my date you goof
but no
he's actually very nice
very pretty too
You steal a glance at Minho, who is sitting across from you. Clad in a black Burberry shirt, he sends a charming smile your way. You return it with a shy smile, gripping the phone you’re hiding underneath the table a little harder.
Jungkook
why are u texting me then
go enjoy yourself
You
you texted me first?
Jungkook
thought maybe you needed a distraction
You
no i'm fine
i mean it is kinda boring sometimes but
minhos brother is pretty funny
without him this dinner wouldn’t have been nearly as fun
Jungkook
wdym
he has a brother?
You
yeah he studies abroad but is back in seoul for a couple months
Jungkook
what's his name
You
eunwoo
taehyung knows him
they used to play hockey when they were little
maybe you know him too?
Jungkook
send me a pic of him?
You
jungkook 🙄
oh my god
you don’t need a pic of everything
Jungkook
yes i do
especially after you promised me to take a pic of your fit?
i’m still waiting
You
didn’t have timee
Jungkook
you always have time for me
You
no
you just always catch me at a time when i’m free 🙄
Jungkook
if that makes you sleep at night
ego too big to admit that you’re obsessed with me
You
me????
obsessed with you???
you’re silly jungkook
Jungkook
that’s bold coming from a girl who was screaming for more around my dick last night
Your head snaps up. Flusteredly searching the table for eyes who might have caught your sudden reaction.
“Is Jungkook texting you?” Taehyung asks, nodding to your phone in your hands.
You swallow. Hard.
“Yeah. Apparently he’s really bored at home,” you explain. “Doesn’t know what to do, so he texted me.”
“Tell him I might come to the party later,” your brother says.
You nod your head until Taehyung’s attention is no longer on you.
You
how dare you
Jungkook
???
just stating the truth
You
tae saw you texting me
Jungkook
oopss
You
he didn’t see what you texted
thank god
he said he might go to the party later
are you going?
Jungkook
hmm
don’t know
the only girl i wanna fuck rn is you
are you going?
You
no
parties are no fun when tae is around
Jungkook
watchu wearing btw
You
black dress
from miu miu
Jungkook
is it short
You
yes
Jungkook
fuck
And that’s when Jungkook surprises you a second time that night.
He sends you a pic of the hard-on he sports. He has wrapped his palm around the base, tilting his veiny length against his chiselled abdomen. His pretty mushroom tip lies above his belly button.
You instantly close your phone.
You peek at Taehyung, but he is in a deep conversation with Eunwoo.
“I need to use the restroom real quick,” you excuse yourself.
On your way there you dial Jungkook’s number.
“If I had known it is that easy to get you on the phone, I’d have done it way earlier,” Jungkook says the second he picks up.
When you enter the restroom, you’re lucky no one is in there. You hurriedly slip into a bathroom stall.
“What were you thinking?” you hiss in a whisper, the door shutting behind you.
“Thinking of you, clearly.”
“I’m sitting right next to Tae, you moron.”
“I was hoping you’d be next to that funny dude.”
You roll your eyes. “Quit being petty.”
“Just relax for five minutes,” Jungkook says, voice all deep and smooth. “Slip your fingers into your panties and have some fun with me, yeah?”
His soft voice nearly has you melting away – everything sounds so simple coming from his lips.
“What if someone comes in?” you voice your concern.
“You can be quiet. I taught you well.”
You bite your lip at the thought of your secret late-night calls when one of you two couldn’t resist – mostly Jungkook though – and it was incredibly difficult to stay quiet while Taehyung slept in the room next to yours.
You tug your panties down, middle finger running along your pussy.
“I have, like, three minutes,” you tell him.
You can hear Jungkook spitting on his cock. “I can work with that.” The faint noises of him pumping his lubed cock fill your ears and your finger starts circling around your clit.
“Been wanting you all day long;” Jungkook groans with a strained voice. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”
His desperate words are honey to your ears. You love him wanting you. Your finger moves faster, adding a little more pressure on your sensitive bud.
“Already missing me after just one day?” you giggle. “That’s not good, Koo. I can’t always sneak out for you.”
“Just love your pussy so much.” He spits again and your eyes roll at the sound.
“Can’t believe what you’re making me do.”
“What? I’m just saving you from a boring dinner.”
“It’s not that boring,” you defend.
“But you’re still having more fun with me,” Jungkook points out. “Don’t you?” he presses.
You bite your lip. “Mayhaps.”
“Fuck– if you were here, I’d shove my cock down your throat. Make those pretty eyes cry for me.”
Your brows furrow in pleasure. Your pussy is dripping with arousal for him.
“God, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” You hear the smile in his voice – can exactly picture the subtle hint of a smirk on his face.
Your head falls back, a breathless moan flying past your mouth. “That’s the problem.”
“That’s not considered a problem.” Jungkook huffs. “Girls just like me. That’s the standard.”
“You need to stop talking or I’ll hang up.”
Your ears fill with the sweetest laughter from him. “I’m sorry, princess. I forgot you don’t like when I talk about other girls.”
Actually, you feel like throwing up whenever he mentions other girls, but he doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like you’re not with other guys as well. You just hate hearing about girls that Jungkook hooked up with when he’s with you.
“I don’t care,” you say, aiming for an indifferent undertone. “But you need to shut up and moan more, or I won’t cum.”
Jungkook’s chuckles deeply. “Would love to fill you up right now.”
A whine escapes you. “Jungkook.”
“You want that? Want your pussy filled my cum?”
“Always,” you moan, starting to move your hips along your hand movements.
"Wanna see you," Jungkook mumbles.
"Can't take pictures. I don't have time."
Jungkook’s moans get louder and you can’t help yourself but utter a few whimpers as well.
“I’m close.” Your tummy tingles – just a few more flicks over your clit and you’re cumming.
“Cum with me.” Jungkook’s tone takes on a husky note. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”
Breathy moans reach your left ear while you shakily whine his name. Pleasure rushes through your entire body and your eyes screw shut.
“Shit,” he curses. “Wanna see how much I came?”
You laugh foolishly, a little light-headed. “Sure.”
Jungkook sends you a picture of his toned tummy covered with streaks of cum. His cock his still hard, resting near his belly button, the tip all swollen.
“Oh,” you marvel. “Pretty.”
“We could change that, you know?”
You swallow, still feeling dizzy. “Change what?” You tug your panties up, after cleaning yourself.
“Me talking about other girls?” he reminds you. “If you want it to be just me and you, we could arrange that. That’s fine by me.”
Your eyes widen a little. Jungkook is offering to be in a committed situationship and your brain short-circuits.
“But what about all the girls throwing themselves at you?” you reply in mock pity. “You can’t do that to them.” Jungkook is one of the most popular hockey players on his team. Every girl is thirsting for him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him alone at parties, he always has someone by his side.
“I don’t care about them.”
“You’re a meanie.” You huff. “Uhm, I think I should head back. I think I have dessert waiting for me.”
“You’re coming over?” he asks.
“You’re goofy, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes with a soft smile forming on your mouth. “Can we talk later?”
“Yeah, sure,” he replies, but doesn’t sound as bubbly as before.
You hang up, let out the longest sigh ever and leave the restroom.
~
With hot cheeks you return to the table.
“You okay?” your mum asks as you walk past her to your seat.
“Uh-huh.”
When you still feel her glance on you, you say, “Nothing's wrong.“ and add a little smile afterwards.
While you were gone, they served your table dessert. A mango parfait with coconut sorbet is just what you’re in need for.
“Eunwoo also comes to the party later,” Taehyung says when you sit down. “You wanna join us?”
“Sure,” you reply absent-mindedly.
You can’t focus on anything, Jungkook’s words are on loop in your mind.
You should tell him that his offer is a stupid idea. A very stupid one.
The way your heart flutters at the thought of being the only girl he fucks should tell you enough.
But that is exactly why you want it so bad.
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faithfulren · 7 months ago
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' missed you '
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(HEY GUYSS BTW THIS IS INSPIRED BY THIS OTHER THING I MADE !! (( izuku midoriya dating headcanons !! when you told him you liked him, he felt as if his world stopped spinning. he actually just... – @faithfulren on Tumblr )) IF U HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, U CAN GO AHEAD AND READ THAT FIRST BEFORE THIS IF U WANT TO :3)
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you were on izuku's balcony, it was probably like 1 am.. judging of how quiet the whole dorm was which was kind of rare. you peaked through the curtains and saw your handsome boyfriend on his desk, writing in his notebook, his other hand using a gripper underneath as it rested against his thigh. everything he did you found attractive, as long as it was him doing it. you would scream inside every time. you could barely resist to not stare at him, i mean.. come on.. his muscles are to DIE for. you would compliment that part about him to izuku every now and then but he'd just laugh it off nervously, thinking you were just teasing him or something.
you knocked lightly, hoping he'd notice and luckily he did. unlike the other times he'd kind of space out and focus on his thoughts, mumbling sometimes. he turned to see what it was, knowing he didn't even have to look since it's always been you on his balcony. he never understood why you kept sneaking in. but he did think it was cute.
he slid the door open to let you in and once you stepped into his room you hugged him, smiling brightly. you enjoyed being close to izuku, he feels warm. i mean, everyone's warm but he was like that comfy type of warm. you felt at home with him. you see him have that familiar smile he always has, you weren't sure how he always kept smiling even though all the shit that happens around here always seems to be dumped on him. i guess he really takes after all might.
he smiled warmly and held you close, looking at you. "hey, y/n.. couldn't sleep.?" you smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with dark green fluffy.. sorta messy hair. it was one of the things you liked about him. other than his kind, caring, selfless personality and many other aspects about your boyfriend. "i missed you, izu.." you spoke in a soft gentle tone, admiring his dreamy green eyes you could stare at for hours.
he chuckled and answered you, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. "you saw me earlier, love.." he spoke as he gave you that one look, that one look that made you feel special to him more than anyone or anything. that one look that made you feel like you were his whole world. "i know.. but still." you responded to him, looking at him and never looking away. he just smiled even more before intertwining your fingers with his and pulled you onto the bed, sitting down right next to him. he sighed and spoke up, "alright, what do you wanna do? talk or do you have something else in mind?" he brightly smiled at you, waiting for you to respond.
"mh.. i wanna talk." you rested against him, feeling yourself get a bit sleepy. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. he nodded in response, "izu.. i really love you.." you spoke out, he stroked your hair gently and carefully. "i really love you too." he placed a kiss on top of your head. he tried to keep it cool, knowing he was blushing like crazy. probably thinking like "I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A GIRL IN MY ROOM??" but you liked that anyway. "you're not like any other guy i've met.. you're so sweet.. really hot too.."
"izu.? izuku?? you aren't moving.."
"and why is your face so red??"
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jakesangel · 6 months ago
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late night drive with jake ꣑୧ - requested
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notes : there you go bby @yunjaeda >.< i hope it's as good as you thoight i would make it <3 - not proofread i’m sorry :/
it's 10 pm and as your about to turn the lights off, you hear your front door ringing. knowing it can only be one person, at this late hour, you happily open the door already smiling thinking of jake making you an unnoticed surprise. hello, my love, he says as he hugs you tight. your precious boyfriend is only wearing his large hoodie paired w his sweatpants, but with his cute bare face and messy hairstyle, he looks more huggable than ever. i couldn't help til tomorrow to see you, he murmured in your hair, as he hugs you impossibly tighter. you can only chuckle and pet his hair as you know his embrace last usually long. the silence is comfortable, jake small pecks on your neck making you laugh from time to time earning to feel his smile on ur your skin. when he finally thinks his daily quota of hugging you is reached, he pulls back in a jump, too eager to tell you tonight's plan, actually i'm not staying here tonight, BUT before you pout at me and i'll give you everything, he starts teasing you, i have a surprise. follow me ?
and here you are, in the passenger seat, you know jake loves when you touch his hair, so as you wait for him to get ready, you brush the hair on his nap, making him slow down in his movement and hum as he enjoys your touch. he closes his eyes, and softly smile, silently thanking you for your sudden affection. he takes your hand away, and kiss it before putting it back on your leg, as much as i love it, i need to focus baby, he sadly say, finally starting the engine, where are we going btw ? you ask. he softly chuckle, eyes still on the road, no where baby, i just want to spend time with you. like late night drive ? oh by the way, can you connect my phone to the car, i made a playlist specially for this. his eyes rapidly move from the road to you, as he wants to see your reaction to his well thought playlist. his smile gets wider as he sees yours, happy to make you happy. car rides with the one who drives me crazy ? jake- you laugh, you're unbelivable, as you keep on laughing, what ? you always drive me crazy baby~ he replies back, his flirty side coming out. come on put it on !
the car ride goes smoothly, the car filled with laugher, the front windows rolled down, making your hair and his, fly around, making the atmosphere even funnier I PASS THE MIC, YOU STAY STILL YOU STAY YOU STAY, you guys sing-scream along the loud beat. your happy jake took a road far away from the city, the both of you would have waken up everyone. you laugh as you're done singing, followed my jake who slows the car. oh ? why are you slowing down ? you nevoursly ask, i thought we were having fun ? he juts looks at you with his trustful smile of his. he takes your hand in his, and hold it along the hand brake, don't worry baby, my surprise isn't just a car drive. aren't you wondering why we're so far away from the city ?
after stoping the engine, he goes around the car really fast, opening your door and offering his hand to help you, after you my lady, he playfully says. he then leads you to the back of the car, and open the truck only for you to see a plaid beautifully laid in it along with fairy light and snacks he thoughtfully paid. i thoight we could also stargaze, he turns you around and lower himself to look deeply in your eyes. what do you think ? he says with a smile hiding a hint of overthinking. jake- you're so... ? you're found speechless, his affection filling your body. you have the most thoughtful and caring boyfriend and he still show signs of insecurity, you're unbelievable, jake. you finally say as you hug him by the neck tight. you're so perfect, i love you, you whisper to his ear, not knowing what else to say but gets you're currently feeling. and hearing this makes him wrap his arm tighter around your waist and dig his head further into your neck, feeling proud of himself but mostly feeling joy as he knows and feels you love him.
after this heartfelt moment, he takes your hand again to help you jump in the truck, careful princess, he says as he put a hand on your forehead. he follows you, and bring you close to him, your head in between his laid arm n his chest. he hums in contentment, like always when he is in contact with you. as the silent falls comfortly between the two of you, you look up to him and his good looking side profile. tho the stars is beautiful, your boyfriend's agape lips is prettier to look at. his tall nose always digging into your neck, or his lips always saying sweet things to you. the said lips finally break into a laugh, jake's embarrassment coming out of his body, why are you looking at me, the show is ahead of you, he says, finally looking at you, i have a prettier star to look at, earning a shy laugh from him. it's rare occurrence you flirt with jake as he is usually the one making you fold, but everytime you do so, his shyness comes out. you're gonna be the death of me, his eyes falls on your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed from you. you come closer to jake, your hand coming up to his chest, signaling him to kiss you, which he totally gives in, his hand coming to your cheeks before diving in.
the kiss starts slow and soft, him wanting to pour nothing but his love for you. his thumb stroking your skin softly and his i love you's, fills you with nothing but warmth. it's only when he is out of breath, chasing your lips when you try to bake away, he breaks the kiss, but keeping you close, his forehead on yours, god i love you so much, y/n.
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ifangirlalot · 1 year ago
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boris eating out reader hcs??
˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (fem receiving), some dirty talk, boris slipping into his native language (which is polish btw), broken english boris because that's adorable, angst
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⊹˚.⋆ Alright. So this could go one of three ways. One, he's high and/or drunk off his ass, two, he's sober and is feeling particularly charitable, or three, his dad made him feel useless and he feels the need to prove his worth to you so you won't leave him for somebody else.
⊹˚.⋆ Let's start with Boris eating you out while he's drunk and/or high. He's actually pretty fuckin' messy, like Richie is, but like twice as much. He's also very noisy. He rumbles and grunts and groans, kind of like a car engine. You'd be laughing if you weren't moaning.
⊹˚.⋆ Boris is also a really big clit sucker. He'll push his tongue right up against it and flick it about until you're screaming his name at the top of you're lungs. And he wraps his tongue around your nub and sucks it until it's purple. He likes to nip at it and tug it gently before letting it snap back into place.
⊹˚.⋆ Honestly D/H Boris isn't eating you out so much as just licking and sucking. To put it quite bluntly… It's not the best experience, but he tries enough and always makes you cum.
⊹˚.⋆ If he's sober and it's just a good day for him, maybe he's in a really good mood, which is rare for him, he likes to overstimulate you with his mouth. He does it without warning as well.
⊹˚.⋆ He'll sink down to his knees at the most random of times. His favorite is while you're cooking. He wants to see if you can cook your meal without burning it while you're writhing under his tongue.
⊹˚.⋆ You could be in the kitchen just cooking something for dinner, and he'll just kneel in front of you and tug down your sweats with a cheeky grin.
"Ach, kochanie! Spread legs and let me play."
⊹˚.⋆ Sober Boris is practically a professional at oral. Plus, being a polyglot? The amount of movements that tongue can do? Oh good god, it's heaven on earth. Sometimes he'll roll his tongue while he's eating you out and just… AGH, so good.
⊹˚.⋆ Expect multiple orgasms, because once he starts he absolutely refuses to stop.
⊹˚.⋆ Now.. for when Boris needs to be reassured. When his dad has made him feel like nothing more than a piece of human garbage. When he's in this vulnerable mindset, nothing you do will dissuade him. He needs to do something, anything, to prove himself. To make sure he lets you know he doesn't want you to view him as useless.
"Bor, baby.. Come on, you don't have to do this.." "No, no.. Hush, moje serce.. Let me. Please."
⊹˚.⋆ He's very passionate with his tongue movements and he tends to cry a lot and whisper different compliments to you in Ukrainian, Russian, and Polish through his sobs. Sometimes he just desperately begs.
⊹˚.⋆ It feels good, as you'd expect it to, but fuck it's so hard to focus on it when Boris looks like he's falling apart. He's shaking, sobbing, begging.
⊹˚.⋆ At one point, he just stops giving you head and clings to your leg, begging for your love in Russian.
"Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..!"
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Ach, kochanie - ah, darling (Polish)
Moje serce - my heart (Polish)
Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..! - Please, oh please don't go, I love you, beautiful… I will be good to you until the end of my life. But, oh God, don't go..! (Russian)
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tojisun · 1 year ago
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https://x.com/raspb3rry_angel/status/1738593739902255616?s=46&t=dQdAclJh9_X4qFDs38sC_Q
all i see in this gif is price and im losing itshxjdjsjsh OHMYGODDD
btw i love ur work sm!!!
OH U GOT ME GAGGED W THIS ONE HELLO - gif p link
no yea thats price 100%!! im actually tearing down the walls and screaming!!!
!! smut - minors dni; discussions of bondage/choking; D/s; unedited :>
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john was the one who asked if it was alright to do it. it being him choking you.
you blinked up at him in shock, minute tremors racking your body as images flashed before your mind: you, bound and helpless, and john, looming over you with his hand wrapped around your neck. because that had been the natural assumption – john’s beautiful hands, aged and scarred but so, so big and wide choking you.
so you said yes, breathless yourself. and john, beautiful and ragged john, smiled and reached forward to brush your hair away from your face. you were acutely aware of the size of his hand against your cheek, and you feel floaty, too hyper-focused on the way it feels so close to your pressure point.
then, john decided he had to ruin you even more because within the next heartbeat, he whispered, “you’ll look so good in leather,” before standing up to leave. you gaped at his words in surprise, body freezing, but john did not elaborate nor put whatever he meant into action.
until now, that is.
your front is pressed flushed against the mattress, john’s weight bearing down on you from behind. his hands are tight around your wrists, gripping as he humps his cock in your cunt, rutting so deeply, making your toes curl.
you mewl and sob, arching back to try and match his pace, but john changes the rhythm and throws you off the loop again. he clicks his tongue, faux disappointment tinging his voice. “what happened to bein’ my good girl?”
there’s a shuffle as he changes position, his knees locking in place as he rises up. it makes his cock slide out, gradual and teasing, and you whimper when it finally pops out.
john fists the fat of your ass, an appreciative grunt rumbling from the base of his throat, before landing smacks on your skin, the sound reverberating like gunshots. you squeal, trying to dodge away from the weight of his hand, but john only chuckles, a sound that curls with something a little mean, spanking you countless more times until pain and pleasure bleeds together.
“john!” you hiccup, arching away from him, but john chases you with his bulk. with his cock – the fat of it sliding back so deeply in you.
“shh,” he says when you gasp, your head falling back down to the sheets. “y’r doin’ so good for me, love.”
the sound of fabric crinkling echoes beside you. you try to twist, to see what it is he’s doing, but his cock slides in harder, hitting deeper, and you collapse to your front with a gasp. john lets out a pleased rasp, doing it again – a slow glide out and a rushed thrust in – milking out more choked sobs from you.
open-mouthed breaths pass through your teeth and you arch your back, hoping that john does it faster, feeling your orgasm peaking, ready to spill over.
a snap of leather rings through from the back of your head before something wraps around your neck, looping with measured ease. there is a heartbeat, a moment of stuttered breath between you and john, before he is pulling.
it’s his fucking belt, you realized.
you mewl, unable to escape the restraint, feeling the leather digging into your throat. it hurts. it feels good. it-
john arches his cock, hitting somewhere deeper. kissing somewhere more sensitive.
fuckfuckfuck-
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ethansluvbot · 2 years ago
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riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3
CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY
warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)
an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.
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with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.
the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.
"how did you convince me to do this shit?"
a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."
"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.
you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.
"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.
"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.
"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."
"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.
"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."
"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.
you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.
"can i help you?"
"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."
you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.
you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"
he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.
"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.
"lay down."
he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.
"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."
"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.
you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.
"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.
you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.
looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."
you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.
you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.
"oh fuck- i love you."
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brackishkittie · 1 year ago
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yeah it's still september but it's halloween time for me sooo
walking through a haunted house with abby and getting scared and clinging onto her every five minutes. her laughing and comforting you throughout the house and at the end ✨treats you✨ for being so brave🤭
in for it, abby anderson
— abby anderson x black!reader
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synopsis: basically the request. 😭😭
c/n: just nastyyyy bro, car sex, fingering ( r!receiving ), pet names ( baby, babe, doll, sweet girl ), clit slapping, edging, and oral ( r!receiving ).
a/n: this was supposed to come out weeks ago but writers block kicked me in my ass omfg…
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layout creds: @nysrage ( go check her out, her work is amazing btw. 🤭🤭 )
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it’s october and a cool festival opens up every year for everyone to go to, so you and abby decide to go since you guys go out to fun places as if it’s a tradition. after doing mostly everything in eachother’s lines of sight, abby looks at the new haunted house they opened up and her eyes just light up like a little kid looking at a candy store. “babe look! they opened up the haunted house.” she smiles wildly as she looks back at you. abby knew you liked scary shit, but you had your limits and haunted houses were one of them. you feel a frown spread across your face when you saw it.
“ohh!!…abs are you sure you can handle it?” you ask hesitantly, trying to kinda sway her away from it for now. “..yeah?? why do you think I’m trying to get inside of it?” she grabs your hand when you say nothing and walks you over to the line. “I know you not getting sassy with me abby..” you squint at her but she doesn’t take you seriously. “oh you do NOT wanna see sassy.” she laughs and you just roll your eyes. you guys talk half of the waiting time and before you know it, you’re at the front of the line. “enjoy the house!” the employee smiles at you two and lets you both in. not even 5 minutes of being inside of the house, you cling onto abby’s arm. “jeez..and you were asking me if I can handle it?” she laughs and looks around in awe, “these people need a raise, look at how much effort they put! the little ugly dolls are looking at me funny.” she says as she gets a good look at them. you guys don’t even realize that a person in a realistic ass zombie costume was sneaking up behind you guys because when you two turned around? all hell broke loose the way you screamed bloody murder.
“holy shit..YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS!” abby starts laughing at you at you and you just frown again, “that’s not funny.” you sigh and look around again, hoping that whatever the fuck that thing was wouldn’t pop up again and scare you. “I’m sorry babe, but look, if you can make it through the rest of this house, I’ll reward you at the end. got it?” she wraps an arm around you and you cling onto her once again. she places a reassuring kiss right on your forehead and leads you through the house once more. “they put too much detail into this place..I don’t like it one bit…” you say while your grip on abby gets even tighter. “baby it’s ok, I got you. remember that none of this is actually real so you’ll be ok. I promise.” abby smiles at you and you just stay quiet, you didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath. “how much more longer do we have in here?” you whine, “not that long baby, cmon you can do it. none of this is real.”
you were ok for awhile, trying your best to keep your cool but the feeling of being watched made your stomach do flips and turns. the only thing that kept you at bay was the fact that you were holding onto your girlfriend, abby. “abby I really don’t like this.” you utter, still looking over your shoulder every now and then. “you’re a brave girl, aren’t you? we’re almost out baby.” she rubs your shoulder and you relax, you don’t feel as tense anymore and not even 5 minutes later, you guys finally make it out of that horrible place. “seeee?? no need to be scared, we made it out in one piece.” abby shoves you playfully while laughing at the face you made in return, “remind me to never ever come with you to a haunted house again..” you cross your arms and abby kisses your forehead once again. “who are you gonna cling onto then, hm?” you paused, she was right but you kissed your teeth, “whatever..let’s just get in the car, they’re gonna close soon and it’s pretty late.” you say to her, she nods and wraps an arm around your waist while you two walk back to your shared car.
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“mmfgh— fuck!” you moan out, her fingers deep inside of you, while her tongue skillfully attacks your clit. her eyes never coming off of you, she’s been thinking about getting you like this for atleast half of the whole night. the way you clung onto her, the way your body pressed up against her, the way you just had her head spinning. she was so proud of you, her brave girl going through a haunted house with her and now she just wants to reward you. “abbyyyy..fuck- too much…” you whine, gripping her hair even tighter and bucking your hips, “you can take it, baby, I know you can..cmon doll, you’re brave aren’t you?” she says while she’s still ramming her fingers in and out of you, driving you absolutely nuts. you try to move back but she pulls you back by wrapping a strong arm around your leg, “don’t fucking run.” she mutters. her eyes darkening as she said it, abby looked feral. she slapped your clit and you flinched, biting the inside of your cheek. your clit was so sensitive from all the stimulation and she was aware of that. very aware. abby pulls her fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. “be a good girl and stay still. I won’t tell you again.” you nod and she takes her fingers out of your mouth.
abby slowly rubs at your clit with her thumb, holding and squeezing your left thigh with her hand while she’s holding eye contact with you again. she started rubbing your clit faster and your breathing hitched. “a-abby please it’s too much!” your back arches as you grasp at her arm for support and try to push her away, “so fuckin’ disobedient..” she groans and slaps at your clit again. she shoves her fingers back inside of you and her mouth latches back onto your clit, her tongue swirling around your bud and sucking harder than before, “abby I’m gonna fucking cum! fuckkk!” your hips buck again and as soon as you feel like your gonna cum, abby completely stops. “you can’t cum yet. you didn’t listen, so now you gotta beg for it baby.” she smirks, “sit up and get on my lap.” she pats her leg and you move onto her, and as soon as you did, she pulls your shirt off and immediately starts groping and sucking at your tits. abby looked feral, the way her hand moved down to smack your ass and make its way back over to your ache, she was all over you. as she starts fingering you again, she kisses you sloppily, your lipgloss smudging as she kisses you, and runny mascara tears rolling down your face.
“abby pleaseeee- oh fuck!” you moan out, feeling yourself reaching your high again, “you wanna cum baby? hm?” she slurs, and all you can do is nod as her half-lidded eyes watch you lose yourself from her just shoving her fingers in and out of you. “abby please let me cum..it’s too muchhhh!!” your hand grips at her shoulder and your eyes roll back from all of the stimulation. “go on sweet girl. go ahead and cum for me baby.” abby starts kissing and sucking at your neck while pinching at your sensitive nipples. the stimulation was sending you insane at this point. you look disheveled and completely drained, “I know baby, it’s okay. you’re almost there.” you felt your vision get blurry and your legs go numb as you cummed all over abby’s fingers. “such a good girl. I’ll clean up and get you something to eat on the way okay?..but first maybe get some clothes on because I may have forgotten that we’re in a parking lot…”
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tags: @vnus-starr @mariefilms @machetegirl109 🤎
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cass1dyyy · 4 months ago
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“can i have this dance?”
warnings: a kiss on the cheek, angst, thats it i think. (hermione is not in this story btw)
lorenzo berkshire x reader
where a gryffindor who hates slytherins gets swept off her feet by one at the yule ball..
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“are you guys really not going to dance at all?” i huff, exasperated.
im currently sitting down at a table with ron and harry, watching boredly as everyone dances with their partners. i’d had to go with harry to the yule ball, because i (embarrassingly) had no one else to go with.
“correct.” says ron, lazily manspreading next to me.
i roll my eyes. padma patil is also sitting with us, as she’d come with ron. bad luck for her i guess. suddenly, she’s swept off by a hufflepuff boy, who asks her to dance.
“arm, leg, im yours!” she says excitedly.
i groan, watching her leave. god, im not too fond of dancing, but anything would be better than this. i scan the large ballroom, and my eyes land on the slytherin boys. the only ones with dates are draco and blaise. the others just go with anyone they want, it gives them more freedom i suppose. then, i could’ve sworn i caught lorenzo berkshire’s eye. i brush it off, shaking my head. i mean, how could i have?
the music changes to a slow, romantic song. im just about to get up and leave to go to the bathroom to avoid the embarrassment, when ron speaks up, surprised.
“what the hell does that old git want?” he says judgmentally. i look up and follow his gaze, and see enzo berkshire walking towards us. ron’s right, what could he possibly want?
we watch cautiously, as he gradually comes closer, his stupid smirk plastered on his face. i frown at him, wondering if he’s confused or something. the slytherin boys hate our trio, and we hate them. what’s going on?? he walks up to us, and holds out his arm to me.
“can i have this dance?” he asks calmly, his lips curling into a smug smirk. i look at ron and harry, confused. they’re giving me a ‘dont you dare’ look. i mean.. its only one dance.. and i want to have a good night. the yule ball only happens once!
i take his arm, and he sweeps me away onto the dance floor. i dont bother looking back at harry and ron’s outraged expressions, i know that they hate lorenzo. my cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he grabs my waist, pulling me closer. i sling my hands over his neck, as we sway to the rhythm of the slow song.
“are you drunk?” i murmur to him. im still trying to wrap my head around the fact he’s asked me to dance, out of all these girls.
“what? no, of course not. why do you ask?” he asks, smiling slightly. gosh, sometimes i wish i could slap that smirk off his face.
“no reason.” i mutter.
after the song ends, he asks me if i want a drink. it surprises me, as i thought he’d just ditch me and go find another girl to flirt with. i excuse myself to go and ask harry and ron if they want one quickly. enzo doesnt mind, and kisses me on the cheek, before going to talk to one of his fellow slytherin mates. stunned, i turn on my heel and walk back to harry and ron.
“oh you’re finally back are you? have fun with that prat? you looked like you did.” snarled ron.
“what are you talking about? it was one dance, nothing happened!” i say, annoyed.
ron gets up, practically dragging harry with him. i run after them, furious. my heels click and clack as i walk frustratedly down the cold, uninviting hallway. suddenly, ron turns around.
“what the bloody hell do you want now?” he yells.
“why are you so fucking annoying? all i did was dance with someone, because youre too lazy to get up off your ass!” i scream at him, tears forming in my eyes. i know im ruining my makeup, but i dont care at this point.
“we all agreed that we hate them, and you just HAVE to rebel against the rules, dont you?” he spat.
“rebel? what is this, some sort of cult?!”
“im sick of this, why dont you go and get your face eaten off by that berkshire git? its all he wants from you. you’re stupid honestly, thinking he actually likes you.” he yells at me.
i stand there in shock, tears pouring down. harry and him run up the stairs, as ron mutters to harry,
“they get scary when theyre older.”
“ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!” i yell at him. they rush off and i sit down on the stairs, yanking my shoes off, and start sobbing.
A/N: this was pretty bad im ngl, i kinda ran out of ideas at the end, so its pretty repetitive. my next post will be better i promise!
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scekrex · 10 months ago
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Ask and I shall, deliver! Since you've asked for some prompts, I've had this one in my mind :D
How about a male reader being married to Adam, the whole last extermination day happens, battle at the Hotel and Adam dying. The reader couldn't save his husband, goes back to Heaven depressed as shit and not even for one day believes that Adam is actually dead (reborn sinner!Adam is my jam, can you notice?), so in secret from Heaven he goes to hell under disguise to search for his husband. When he finally finds him, he runs at him full speed at squeezes him as tightly as he can. Adam thinking that reader forgot about him and wouldn't want to be with him even if he was alive since he was now a sinner and the reader just saying: When I was marrying you, I vowed to you "Through thick and thin, through sickness and health, till death do us part", you don't look very dead to me.
Basically just sweet ol' hurt/comfort with a happy ending :V Btw, love your work! Genuinely keeps me awake at night making up scenarios in my head, damn 💀
Also, you've just been squished Adam'd 😎
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squished Adam my beloved whoooooo
Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, temporary character death
note: not beta read bc idc
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Lucifer was punching Adam, again and again. You couldn't see but you heard. You heard his groans and yelps filled with pain and then there was silence.
You stood up as well as possible. Your leg was badly injured, some fuck up had almost cut it off entirely, your shoulder was shattered because that fucking porn demon had managed to hit your wing with two bullets which had caused you to crash down onto the ground due to the sudden pain.
“Adam,” you groaned as you slowly made your way over to where your husband was. You were worried, fuck that, you were frightened. While the demons hurting Adam's soldiers was one thing, them actually hurting Adam was something different entirely.
Adam crawled out of the pit, blood smeared across his face, a blue eye and several other facial injuries. Fuck it would take a long time for all of that bullshit to heal. “No, you don't get to end this,” you heard the voice of the first man speaking to the sinners that had gathered up around the pit Lucifer had created when he and his hell spawn of daughter had slammed the taller man onto the ground. “I’m fucking Adam, I’m the fucking man,” he stood up, finally facing the sinners he had been battling the entire time and you wanted to rush to him, to simply grab him and fly off before worse things could happen. Adam was already hurt, there was no need to stay longer and make things worse. However, the cannibal that suddenly grabbed your food and yanked it off the ground caught you off guard, made you crash onto the ground yet a second time as a loud scream of pain erupted from your chest. That motherfucker had torn your leg off even more. It was still attached to your body but the wound was huge and the blood had already managed to get through the fabric you had wrapped around it in panic, covering the once black fabric in shiny golden blood.
Adam's head snapped in your direction at that though and he was quick to react and rush over to you. Not that you needed help however, once you had noticed the danger you were quick to shatter the cannibal’s skull and shove him off of you. “Adam,” you called out for your husband again, you stretched your arms out, ready to pull him into a tight, warm hug. A few steps in front of you he stopped though. It took you too long to register what had just happened and your brain only seemed to catch on when Adam's body hit the ground. He had fallen face forward, revealing the little demon girl that was now sitting on his back and that was happily holding onto the dagger that had just been rammed through Adam's chest. “NO,” you screamed, crawling over to the man you loved most. The grip on your halberd was far from steady and the pain fogged up your mind so much that you weren't able concentrate and use it properly, so instead of slicing that fucking whore in half, all you were able to accomplish was to poke her, maybe leave a scratch on her cheek.
However, it did the job and she got up, the little bastard happily walked over to where Charlie stood. “Adam, c’mon you fucking idiot,” you cried out once you had reached his body. Your physical pain was easy to ignore compared to the emotional pain you were feeling, so you sat down and pulled the brunette's head on your lap to steady him. “Please babe, you can fucking do this,” you ripped a huge piece of fabric from your robe and pressed it onto his still bleeding wound, panic filled your body.
What if…
“Don’t fucking leave me bitch, talk to me,” you were yelling and the sinners were watching, a thing you really couldn't care less about. “Fuck, babe, don't you dare and die on me,” you gently cupped his face with one hand, the other continued to press the fabric to Adam's chest in order to hopefully stop the bleeding. The sinners started to mumble, they were obviously talking about the both of you.
Adam turned his face slightly to look you in the eyes and all that he was able to manage was a smile. Fuck. “You’re not allowed to fucking die, you hear me? I-” you flinched when a hand came to rest on your shoulder in order to ground you. It was Lute who was standing behind you. She wasn't providing comfort, that much you knew. She was here to force you to leave. You shrugged her hand off of you forcefully, “Don’t fucking touch me, I'm not leaving him-” Lucifer interrupted you. “Yes you fucking are. You'll gather your fucking soldiers and you'll lead them back to heaven, right fucking now.”
You glanced down at Adam, who's eyes had fallen shut in the meantime and you couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye and rolled across your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away though. As gently as possible you moved Adam to lay on the ground. Lute reached for your arm in order to help you to get up and once she was sure you stood somewhat safely she bent down to grab Adam's halo.
You ripped that out of her hand faster than she was able to react. Usually she had a sharp tongue, this time she remained quiet though. Apparently she knew not to mess with you now.
You moved you wing a little to test the waters, the physical pain was numbed by the emotional pain you were going through and so you flew off, followed by all the angels that were still alive - compared to the amount of angels that had followed you from heaven to hell it was nothing though, so many soldiers had lost their lives.
Adam had lost his life.
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Life in heaven without Adam was clearly not the same. Sera had seemed more grateful that the first man was finally gone than sad, fuck that stupid bitch.
It didn't take them long to heal your wounds once you were back in heaven, your leg sure had been a complicated case but only two weeks later it had been back to normal, well if you ignored the scar that was now wrapped around your thigh. But you didn't mind, how could you mind about something so small as a scar when you were dying inside more and more by every day that passed. There was no reason to care about the little things anymore. The only reason that had made you care before was gone for good now and the voices that kept telling you to visit hell weren't helping.
It had started one week after the extermination, one week after Adam had died. At first it had been subtle, just a tiny whisper every now and then, but as time passed they grew louder and louder until you weren't able to tune them out anymore.
You were sitting on the edge of the highest building in heaven and watched. You watched the lights and the angels, how everyone seemed so happy, how most of them didn't know. It seemed like everyone had just forgotten about your husband, that it was nothing, they acted like losing Adam for good was just a thing that they weren't gonna talk about because of him unimportant it was.
Fuck that.
-
The Hell Embassy was empty when you entered it, no angel ever went there because they wanted to - to be fair most of the time it had been Adam who had set foot in the building. You had accompanied him often enough to know about the elevator that went down there, it was used for Adam to travel down to hell safely when the yearly meeting with Lucifer popped up on his agenda.
You weren't sure why, you weren't sure what it was either but something was calling you, tempting you to use the elevator and go down to hell. Maybe it was so that you could say a proper goodbye to Adam? That had to be it. It probably wouldn't help much, why would it? But it was worth a shot. And you needed the voices compelling you to visit hell to shut up, it was unbearable being reminded about Adam's death daily.
The only angel in heaven that had offered to listen to you was Emily, the little girl had been quick to notice that something wasn't right, that something must've had happened. So you told her since Sera had decided that Emily's only task was to keep the people of heaven happy.
Another bullshit move from heaven, the kid was capable of more.
Once the elevator stopped and its doors opened in front of you, you stepped outside. You thought the voices would quiet down now that you were in hell, but the opposite was the case. The voices and whispers were louder than ever, they were almost screaming, yelling, crying out for you to step outside the Heaven Embassy.
You wanted to scratch your eyes out, rip your ears off, anything that would stop the voices from being so fucking loud. So you listened to them. You stepped outside the church-like building and your eyes roamed over the full streets of hell. There were people everywhere and none of them seemed to pay any mind to you.
Slowly you started to walk away from the building and once your foot stepped on the sidewalk the voices were gone. They didn't quiet down to a whisper, they straight up died, they were gone.
And then you saw him. A gigantic demon with fluffy brown hair, two huge, black horns were attached to his head and you were sure you noticed subtil golden highlights on them too. His face hadn't changed the slightest, he was still pale, maybe even a little paler than he had been as an angel. His eyes were still golden.
Your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, what you were seeing.
You were seeing Adam.
You rushed over to him, flying faster than ever before. You tackled him to the ground, made sure you'd be the one hitting the ground in order not to hurt him. “Adam,” you whispered happily as you held the taller man tightly. The demon had tensed up at first but the second he had heard his name being spoken so softly, so lovingly, he eased up. “The fuck are you doing here, you crazy bitch,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You didn't respond though, it would be too complicated to explain everything to him and you just got him back.
So instead you wrapped your wings around the both of you and kissed him softly, your hands in his soft, brown hair. The taller man groaned against your lips with pure delight, kissing you back just as passionate. “Dear God, I thought I'd have to die in order to kiss you like that again,” you mumbled against his lips. A soft chuckle rumbled through Adam at that and he pulled you even closer, “Knew it, you can't get enough of me.” You simply placed yet another kiss to his lips, “Correct, that's why I'm gonna stay here. With you.”
Adam froze at that, his arms around your body tightened a little, “You still wanna be with me?” The question seemed stupid to you, what was the man you had married thinking? Of course you still wanted to be with him. “When I was marrying you,” you began, a small kiss placed on his lips, “I vowed to you ‘Through thick and thin',” a quick kiss was pressed to Adam's cheek. “‘Through sickness and health, till death do us part’ and let me tell you babes,” you leaned in close, your lips softly brushed against his ear as you whispered, “We were already past that stage when we got married, I'm not giving you up because God decided to be a motherfucking bitch, that fucker can suck my dick, he won't take you away from me.”
At first Adam didn't respond, he just looked you in the eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grabbed you by your collar, pulled you closer, closer, closer and hissed, “The only one allowed to suck your fucking dick am I, is that clear?”
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augustus-rok · 1 year ago
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Nebula AU
Maybe I'll write a fic for this, maybe i won't, but here are the basics. Also if this inspires you to write something chuck me a tag cause I wanna see it.
Set during older/later high school rather than freshman year for Danny. However the portal accident still happened at the canon time.
Ghosts are more or less invisible with out tools or certain contamination levels. This also applies to general noise they make, they have to focus extra to be heard by humans. Typically yelling only equates to a whisper when right next to someone if you're a ghost.
As Danny doesn't become a hero immediately and gets to settle into himself first, his ghost form reflects more his track towards being an astronaut. Aesthetic more along the lines of solar flares and start dust. When ghost do actually come through the portal with intent to do harm he gets a helmet and thick gloves and has a sort of jacket layer over top. I imagine that his ghost form suffers from something like what's described in this post, and the helmet and glove and jacket are learned extra thing.
Story stuff. So it turns out when the ONLY ghost to wander through the portal other than little glowing blobs that only hover, is the antithesis of your theories you have to go back to the drawing board. So the Fenton's (kept out of the loop for a couple of months) and GIW are very much good guys and BETTER Scientists. And the militaristic mind set is swiftly put down when all of the subjects (the one) book it at the slightest hint of aggression.
Now Valarie, nicknamed Red Huntress during her internship, interns/volunteers with the GIW as a field watch/interviewer for Nebula. Which is the code name given to a Danny who never introduces himself and as such gets named by vote like a new firetruck by the community.
Hey BTW this is a portal Danny AU in my head.
The basement portal? That is a direct route to his lair, which is an astronomer's dream wrapped in a, you guessed it, nebula. The Wastes (or the area the Fenton Portal spawns in in canon) inhabitants spend a good few months flipping out at the arrival of what looks like a god or something. It's a decidedly "do not fuck with that" thought process.
Danny eventual.y introduces himself and makes friends without the protect the town from day one aspect. They all tussle a bit but the other ghosts go "hey it's a baby" and give him a proper lay of the land.
Cut to 21/2 years later after the Portal Accident, and Vlad decides to be a bastard and go after the adopted mascot.
Now the scientists have all learned that fighting= play/bonding. So they are all wildly caught off guard by the very sudden warpath through the city park.
Vlad doesn't put together Halfa Danny in this AU until well after there's been conflict. And after he managed to expose the active portal to ghosts outside of the immediate area of the portal that are perfectly willing to break into Danny's lair and some have figured out the horror aspect described here: FIC I RECOMMEND
So back to that fight. Ghosts are QUIET, especially Danny who even with the tech, radio/coms that make other ghost audible, has to be boosted to be heard by even other ghosts. (I imagine lots of sign language in this au) So this darling little sky watching ghost screams, a terrified child's noise, as this ghost that looks like a Vampire and a hoard of vultures(?) actively assault the poor thing? God the humans, the humans are scared. Everyone could hear that out side of the coms, and everyone saw it. They got good at televising the ghosts.
Sam and Tucker, decidedly only civilians are terrified for their friend. They know what play fighting looks like, they've been to the lair. Valarie who catches on fast thanks to being the intern bestie to Nebula and maybe future girlfriend to Daniel "Hot space nerd in row 4 of homeroom" Fenton, is forced as fights, proper devastating ones, continue happening to keep her friends away. Especially the first time. Most importantly that first fight.
REMEMBER Danny's portal, not the one in the basement. Well he stretches, upper body desperately crawling away from his lower half trapped by the vultures, keening all the way. Still scarily audible. Then from the gap made of flaring stardust and molten plasma that is the active void that consumes the area his stomach would have been was he human- Comes a raging adult ghost. More than one possibly.
I especially like the idea of Skulker and his missle launcher showing up, being the third ever recorded humanoid ghost, and absolutely steamrolling Plasimus who is not a Halfa as in halfway point like Danny is so loved by the Waste ghosts for being. But rather just half a ghost, a human with a funky little boon.
Now as Skulker has the time of his afterlife chasing Vlad and the Vultures, lets have say Lunch Lady slip out of Danny's portal, maybe one of the more teenagery ghosts too.
Anyways, instant fussing. Danny relaxes enough to stop being a portal to hell and the humans are very careful in approaching them all. What with the older ghost's yelling at the aggressors to leave the baby alone. Skulker is dramatic, and likes embarrassing the whelp.
After this point things beginning to resemble canon more, only the humans have a natural non-guessing gauge of hostility for the ghosts in town.
They figure out pretty fast that the physical portal and Nebula portal only let through friendlies. (Not entirely true but they don't know that.) And the threats, well lets just say Nebula is never caught off guard in his own territory again. He becomes ruthless.
Meanwhile, Danny Fenton has friends both dead and alive helping him fight a guerrilla war against madmen. He sits in class undisturbed even as he tracks the startbursts he knows are his friends protecting him and everyone else untill he's free. He huddles in the attic crawlspace filling out data sheets and pin boards as his girlfriend and best friends scour government documents.
Nebula sits in the portal, toxic light cascading like water around him, watching his parents and GIW agents work in the FentonWorks lab.
He always gives good greetings to those who offer, and when asked he whispers secrets of the universe he's learned from the source over the radio.
The scientists for get to ask for his sources, but when they do they are always both awed and terrified of the sources.
Things go well. And things as always progress.
Link to Doodle I did that actually drove me writing all this.
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ylangelegy · 11 days ago
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kae 🌟 shared a moment with you! ୨ৎ
initially, i didn't think i could do a 2024 wrapped because i only started writing on this blog in october. when i crunched the numbers, i realized... huh. if anything, this is a reminder not to sell yourself short. <3 sharing some of my stats, insights, and resolutions under the cut. thank you for being here with me!
🧾 TOTAL WORD COUNT (OCT-DEC) -> 120,000+
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🎱 IN CASE YOU MISSED IT
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mingyu & bento boxes ✩ 2.2k notes.
💬 it’s the “i love you, i want us both to eat well” 🥲 — shirebusking 💬 mingyu is definitely such an acts of service person. cooking is his love language. i can get behind this. mingyu spending $600 on amazon for custom bento boxes and other stuff… is it really that serious? yes!!!!!! yes it is!!!!!! — daegutowns 💬 I LOVE ANYBODY WHO COOKS AS A LOVE LANGUAGE GOD DAMN. it reminds me so much of my own grandma mother and father uncles aunties. THEY ALL COOK AS A FORM OF LOVE MY GOSH. — roselleviennesstuff
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blindsided (wonwoo x reader) ✩ 1.5k notes.
💬 yeah this was some good food. it was flirty sexy and fun and using the scene from Business Proposal was perfect. well done! — beomcoups 💬 eagle screaming rn like RAAAAAAAAAAAAH. you cooked frrrrr like i see ur brain is a restaurant the way ur cooking serving and eating + also thank u for including the business proposal gif. needed to be reminded of that fr. your mind! so genius. ty for blessing me w goated fanfic. — ctzenjohnnyreads
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lost in translation (minghao x reader) ✩ 1.2k notes. ALSO: 🥇 MY LONGEST FIC OF THE YEAR (25.8k)
💬 the annotations… the amount of thought put into this has actually made my brain expand by like 4 times. i need this hung up at the louvre word by word actually. art is not dead because op exists. i forgot this was fanfiction and needed to take a breather cus i was so… impressed??? — noircheols 💬 author. GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDER AND SHAKES YOU. i hope you NEVER stop writing. this is genuinely one of the best fics i've read on this app. this is so lovely and warm and so comforting.. oh to have somebody that's just as much as a friend to you as a lover :(((( og tags is real btw. truly Xu minghao the man that you ARE. im so sad. IM DEVASTATED. im in shambles. everyone PLEASE read this fic PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. this is amazing op. please know that. — akiooris 💬 this is so beautiful and intimate and sweet. falling for someone who speaks a different language of you is a privilege not many people get to have but when they do its so beautiful and you nailed it. language makes up so much of a person’s self and learning a language through someone special means getting little bits of themselves as you learn and i can read it in this. especially when they comfortably address you in their own language its the sweetest. — peachiepiesundays 💬 THE YEARNING WAS SO INSANEEEEE. I was genuinely wondering what I was doing reading this because it felt like I was intruding on their private moments. I ADORE THIS. — lanatheawesome
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🍊 SPECIAL MENTIONS
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✶ babe for the weekend (soonyoung x reader) 16.6k words | cam and em studios' winter with you collaboration
› i worked on babe for the weekend in four different cities, two different countries, an airport, the back of a taxi, etc. it's the first time i participated in a collaboration and it's overall just so much of my heart in one fic. i have yet to annotate for it, but it was such a joy writing a small-town-exes story with one of my biases. ever so grateful for the opportunity and the trust!
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✶ catch you when i can part three (vernon x reader) smau | published on @xinganhao
› my love for cywic knows no bounds, but the headcanons ('vernhow') for part three in particular were game-changing for me. this is where i started truly playing around with the forms of my writing, and it's been such a joy getting to challenge myself across the work i put out. i really hope to get to do more of it next year.
📴 other xinganhao formats i loved:
the script in film major!mingyu x reader -> "genius concept & an even more genius execution <3" (gyusbabydoll)
the genius annotations of seungcheol x fanbase!reader pt. 2 -> "i love love love all the little bonus stuff you do for these literally most creative and fun smau writer ur changing the game" (junhui-recs)
the photo exhibit for our beloved summer!wonwoo -> "the headcanons as an art exhibit. WHO GAVE U THR RIGHT TO BE SO SMART" (wonustars)
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✶ all of the while, it was you (hyunjin x reader) 4k words
› i didn't get to write for skz as much as i might have wanted to, and this particular fic is also a little janky (told in third person, etc.) but it's where i got one of the first compliments on my k-fic work, which i think of to this day— "Reading this felt like being allowed to tour the Louvre alone and at your own pace," from fruityuncleskeletor. it gave me just enough drive to keep writing on tumblr when i was starting out. :')
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📌 HALL OF FAME
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kpop soty: sad song by p1harmony
favorite svt song of the year: orbit (the8)
favorite skz song of the year: as we are (seungmin)
non-kpop soty: buzz by niki
movie of the year: how to make millions before grandma dies
book of the year: everything i know about love, dolly alderton
poem of the year: 'catastrophe is next to godliness', franny choi
quote of the year: “what is done with love is done well” — vincent van gogh
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⏭️ HERE COMES 2025
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write more for skz. ideally at least one anything, once a month + actually start my blue sky series.
read better. in a book sense: read at least one book/month. (instead of 12 books a month, like some type of psycho.) in a fic sense: annotate/review at least one fic/month.
work on my buzz (seventeen's version) series. only jihoon and wonwoo are up as of posting lol.
collaborate. explore collaborations via xinganhao. pluck up the courage to join more collaborations + survive that's showbiz, baby! with tara.
mark my first milestone event. hitting my follower milestone soon, so i'm trying to think of how to celebrate it!
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📦 THE FINAL WORD TONIGHT
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✎ i never thought i'd come back to tumblr or that i'd ever venture into writing for kpop, but i'm really glad that i did. i admittedly went a little batshit in the past three months because i'm going through a weird time (lol), and so the goodness i've been granted, the people i've met, and the outlet i've carved out have really gotten me by.
thank you for always looking to me with kindness. i hope you're a little happier than me today + i will keep on writing for as long as you will all have me (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )✧ happy new year, everyone! — kae
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youronlydarlin · 11 months ago
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Okay…maybe could you do something like Simon fucking you to the summoning by sleep token…literal baby making song??? 🥹
AHHHHHHH NONIE YOU GET ME YOU GET MEEE
You are SO right about it being baby making music, because Simon fucks your guts so deep like he's trying to put something in there.
It's pitch black in the room. Utter darkness enveloping you both. You can't see anything, as if you're trapped in a neverending night. Relying solely on the goosebumps forming on your skin to know where he's touching.
Your lack of vision heightening your reflexes. And you twitch and tremble like a small defenseless bunny caught in the jaws of a metal trap.
His fingers easily cage around your neck, avoiding your windpipe but cutting off enough oxygen to make blood rush into your head and leave you panting like a dumb mutt. Successfully making you addicted to the feeling.
He easily pins your torso to the bed just like that. While your lower half doesn't even touch the sheets. No, it's wrapped around his toned waist, the position makes it so that he's towering over you. On his knees, and downwards angle he's fucking you in makes it feel like he's hitting deeper and deeper with each push inside.
Simon is a dirty, dirty, man. Having you practically screaming on his cock isn't enough. He wants you drunk on it. Like you won't survive without it.
Two speakers loudly play the song, and he's leaning down to whisper the lyrics into your ear.
"You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah The sky above, the Earth below.."
And all of a sudden you're throwing your head back. Curling your toes and cumming your brains out. He laughs at you, to think that was all it took to ruin you. But, he has to admit, it ruined him too.
Cause fuck. Now you're throbbing so much and he's pulsing your walls actively milking him fir all he's worth.
The song continues on, and he fucks you through the chorus, then the instrumental. Until he's reaching his favorite part. But despite feeling like being in the brink of unconsciousness you could proudly say that it's your favorite too.
Heavy sounding beats blasts through the speaker as if they're begging to be let out. Simon mouths the lyrics and sings along, you silently mull over how the darkness prevents you from seeing it. But his hypnotic voice is quick to keep all the thoughts away that aren't about him.
"Oh, and my love
Did I mistake you for a sign from God?
Or are you really here to cut me off?
Or maybe just to turn me on
'Cause these days
I would be lying if I told you that
didn't wish that I could be your man
Or maybe make a good girl bad..."
Simon accentuates every word with heavy thrusts while he times the movement of his hips to the rhythm. Your eyes roll back. Subconsciously preparing yourself for the second of many more rounds to come.
a/n: I BEG OF YOU. LISTEN TO THE SONG. IT'S SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES. I actually had to listen to it for this, mainly because I only know it through, my love astarion. Thank you for this btw, love. Really inspired me. M' also sorry that I only got to post once. I took the time out of a busy day to hang out with my sister. I hope you liked this, hun!
Yours, truly,
–dolly
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beetled-juice · 1 year ago
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Pink Cloud
@frog-scream your post shook the cobwebs from my brain, so please accept my humble offering of my take on your idea.
I wrote this in 20 minutes at 5 in the morning btw, please forgive me
NSFW content is implied in this, but you don't actually get any (unlike Beej)
It was only after you’d both fallen onto the bed more naked than clothed that you noticed the curtains were open.
At first you’d tried to pry him off of you so you could get up and close them, mortified at the idea of the neighbors seeing something they shouldn’t, but Beetlejuice can be very persuasive when he chooses to be. His hands had traced up and down your sides, and his mouth had quickly captured yours to stop any protesting on your part. The feeling of him pressed up against you coupled with the few extra hands incessantly tugging at your remaining clothing had distracted you enough to forget about the window, and instead you fell back into the gentle heat sparking between you.
It was only now as you both tried to catch your breath that you saw the open curtains again. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed, or to even care if someone had seen anything - not so long as you had Beetlejuice sprawled out on the bed next to you. His fingers were absentmindedly tracing patterns along your skin, and he was chattering away about something that probably wasn’t best suited for “pillow talk”. Looking past him to the window, you could see the last rays of the day’s light casting a pink and orange glow on the clouds as they floated past. The room was now lit with the warm glow of early evening, softening the edges of everything as it filled the space. A quick glance back at Beetlejuice quickly turned into unabashed staring as you realized that his hair was the same blush pink as the sky. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and bury your hands in it, wondering if it would feel the same as if you were touching the clouds.
“…and then, I possessed the frogs an-, wait, babes, are you listening? The kid's bio class loved this shit!” Shaken from your thoughts, you reached forward to pull him into a slow and gentle kiss. You slipped your fingers up into his hair, scratching at his scalp before threading the strands between your fingers. While they were definitely greasier and more gunk-filled than a cloud could ever be, they had a silky softness that so perfectly embodied their cotton candy color. Breaking the kiss with a quiet sigh, you pulled away to settle back on the bed. Beetlejuice still had his eyes closed, but after a moment he slowly blinked them open.
“What was that about?” he asked, his dark eyes wide as he melted into your side. Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer.
“Oh nothing, just… you were right not to close the curtains,” you said, pressing a kiss to his still-pink hair.
“Oh, is that why you were so worked up? The thought of people seeing us do it? Babes, I knew you had a freaky side just waiting to come out! Hey, next time we could have the window open too, give the neighbors a little audio with the visual if you get what I mean.” Rolling your eyes, you let him ramble on about the inappropriate and potentially illegal things he’d like to try, all the while watching as the pink faded from the sky. Though the sun was rapidly setting and taking its light with it, you were content to hold your own personal pink cloud in your arms for the rest of the night.
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