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stevieschrodinger · 3 months ago

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Part One Twelve

Steve wanted everything to be ready and set up for when Eddie got back; Hopper was going to drop him over later in the afternoon.

It didn’t work out like that at all; Steve’s parents left earlier than they said they would. He got Eddie’s things out of the closet, and then was heading to the garage to get the tent, really, truly intending to use this time to get everything right for when Eddie comes back.

Steve lasted twenty minutes in the empty house before he couldn’t take any more. He just missed Eddie too much. He was too excited to see him, to bring him home, way too excited to wait hours.

Especially since every moment now felt so precious, so finite.

So he thought fuck it, slipped on his sneakers and picked up his car keys and headed to the store. He definitely needed fresh groceries ready for Eddie to come home.

It’s a fairly good thing his mother never actually cooks; she might have had questions about all the peas in the freezer. As it is Steve has to rotate between stores, he's started saying, ‘I’m doing this green juice diet thing,’ every time he gets a strange look when he pays. Even that would only fly so far before people started looking at him like he was really weird; it’s not like Hawkins is a big place, there’s not exactly a lot of options.

From the store, Steve heads to the cabin, only to find Eddie sitting on the stoop, his bag ready next to him. He grins so big when Steve pulls up.

Hopper comes out with a steaming mug cupped in his hands and an unlit cigarette sagging between his lips, “you’re as bad as each other, I told him not until four, he’s been packed since half nine. Couldn’t stop him.”

Steve kneels on the step below Eddie so they can give each other a proper hug; he feels Eddie’s chest expand in a massive sigh, and then Eddie relaxes fully against him. Steve can relate; he feels the same.

“Sorry Hop,” Steve says absently.

Hopper makes a noncomittal noise, and Steve hears the rasp of his lighter, “all his things are clean, did a load of laundry last night.”

Steve stands, but finds Eddie’s holding his hand and Steve kind of doesn’t want to ever let go of him anyway, so it kind of works out.

“Thanks so much Hopper, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this.”

Hopper leans on the porch rail, “just laundry, kid.”

“You know what I mean, you’ve, you know, looked after him and I-”

“Hopper,” Eddie says, causing them both to look, “thank you,” and Eddie presents Hopper with a pine cone. It has strands of long grass haphazardly tied to it, little flowers and a couple of smalls leaves. Steve doesn’t look at Hopper’s face; he knows he will laugh if he does.

“Errr...you’re welcome.”

Steve thinks Hopper accepts his gift with grace.

The plan is to spend the whole afternoon on the couch watching movies. Eddie puts his things away; moves things around, spends an hour generally reacquainting himself with the place, Steve asks him if he wants the tent put back today, but Eddie shakes his head, clearly not worried about it. He also doesn’t want to get his shiny things back either; Steve offers to go into his parents room with him but again, Eddie seems disinterested.

He just seems to need to check where everything is before he finally settles, snuggling right up to Steve and settling his head on Steve’s chest, half cradled between Steve’s legs.

Steve knows Eddie’s missed him, Steve has missed him, too.

They don’t even pretend that night. There’s no talk of nightmares, or dark TV, or bad dreams. There’s no excuses about how it’s cold, or talk about Eddie sleeping on the couch; they brush their teeth together, and then Eddie gets into Steve’s bed before Steve does.

Steve sleeps with Eddie’s tail wrapped between and around his legs, and tries not to dwell on how much it’s going to hurt when it’s gone.

Steve walks through the door of Family Video, arms in the air, triumphant, “ayyyyyyyy!”

Robin mimics him from behind the counter, throwing her arms up too, “ayyyyyy...what are we doing?!”

“Celebrating, obviously,” Steve gets his ass up on the counter and shimmies around, dropping down on the other side, “we’re back together. The dream team.”

“The dynamic duo?”

“The perfect pair.”

“The...top twins?”

“That’s weak Steve.”

“I know, I couldn’t come up with anything good that begins with ‘T’ and I wanted to keep this going. Thanks by the way, I think we have two shifts together this week. I do not want to know what you had to do to get that-”

“Gross,” Robin slaps him in the chest with a half eaten red vine.

The bell over the door tinkles, a whole brood of excited kids coming in, looking for Christmas movies, Steve directs the mom to the right section. It’s not long before more come in, “what the hell is going on?” Steve gripes about all the little kids absolutely ruining the displays.

“Last day of school, everyone's out for Christmas,” Robin tells him as she rings someone up.

“No way,” Steve looks at the calendar pinned to the cupboard door behind the counter, “Oh. It is.”

“Yep Dingus, not long now, got all your gifts?”

“Shit Rob, I don’t have any gifts-”

“Terrific!”

“No it’s-”

“No no, terrific! With a ‘T’!”

“Oh...yeah, I suppose that was the obvious option.”

Steve gets home late, these closing shifts really starting to get to him, thinking about what the hell he should get Eddie for Christmas. He has no idea how long the whole...transformation thing…might take. Or how long until it happens. This might be the only Christmas Eddie ever has and…Steve’s going to do his best to make it amazing.

Tomorrow he’s going to drive out and pick up a real tree, get all the decorations down from the attic; Eddie likes shiny things, he should like it. Steve feels better with a plan of action, he always has.

“Eddie,” Steve calls as he closes the front door, stripping off his jacket and gloves. His ears are freezing, he should wear a hat really, but that would be a bit of a crime with his hair.

Steve can smell something; coffee he’s pretty sure, and something cooking, “Stee.”

“Hey Buddy, what are you doing,” Steve finds Eddie on a kitchen chair in front of the stove.

“Stee nine and a half.”

“Yeah, yeah I did say that buddy.”

Eddie’s carefully stirring soup on the stove top; there’s a bowl ready, next to a plate of crackers and randomly shaped cut up lumps of cheese. Well, more like hacked up lumps of cheese, but still.

Steve watches, heart sort of in his mouth, as Eddie carefully, tongue poking out in concentration, lifts the pot and pours the steaming soup into the bowl. He does it slowly, but perfectly fine, “Stee hot, ow.”

“I’ll let it cool down I...just thank you buddy, thank you so much.”

There’s a dirty knife and the empty soup can in the sink, but otherwise Eddie’s tidied up after himself. This must have taken so much effort; Eddie would have to move the chair every time he needed to reach something. Steve can’t help it, he dips, giving Eddie a soft kiss on the cheek.

Part Fourteen

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bloodreinasbathwater · 3 days ago

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Run for the Hills

Prologue

Jack Hughes X F!Reader

a.n: This is definitely not one of the anticipated chapters you guys want but I'm trying to get myself back into writing, so I made a new fic to try out and see where it goes for now.

Warnings: cursing, bad jokes, frat boy humor

Word Count - 3k

The only sound in the room was her soft breathing and the occasional scratch of paper from her novel. She was so engrossed in the page, a daydream she lost herself inside that the outside world paled in comparison to.

Y/n licked her finger and flipped the page and settled deeper into the couch where she had burrowed herself into for the last three hours. The silence in the room was shattered as the front door crashed open, sending a gust of wind whipping through Y/n's hair as she looked up from her book in surprise.

"Get up and help me!" her roommate shouted, staggering through the doorway with her arms full of overstuffed grocery bags.

Y/n hurriedly marked her page and set the novel aside, springing up from the couch just as one of the flimsy bags gave way, sending a cascade of canned goods and produce tumbling to the floor with a cacophony of clatters and thuds.

"Oh no, let me help!" Y/n rushed over, kneeling down to scoop up the fallen items as her roommate kicked the door shut behind her.

"I didn't realize you'd be back so soon," Y/n said breathlessly, glancing up at her roommate's harried expression. "What's the hurry?"

Her roommate let out an exasperated sigh, shifting the remaining bags in her arms. "I ran into an old friend downtown and got roped into helping her move some furniture. I was supposed to be back an hour ago but it took forever." She shook her head, shooting Y/n an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for the mess - can you grab those last few cans while I get the rest of this put away?"

Y/n nodded quickly, grabbing the stray items and following her roommate to the kitchen. With her roommate's unexpected return and the sudden chaos, the quiet solitude of her novel-induced daydream already felt like a distant memory. “So, what did you do today? Any plans? Any new boys?” Alyssa suggested slyly.

Y/n thought for a second as she filled the empty shelves with cans. “No boys and no plans, not that its anything new.” She replied honestly, almost embarrassed to admit it. A beat of silence followed. “Actually, I’ve realized I prefer fictional men as company,” she added with a laugh.

"Ugh, boring. Why'd I even bother asking?" Alyssa groaned, dramatically throwing her head back. She paused mid-eye roll, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Wait. This is perfect actually. The Bruins are playing tonight."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, failing to see the connection. "And that matters because...?"

"Because," Alyssa drawled, hopping onto the counter with the grace of someone who'd clearly done this a thousand times before, "every basic bro in the city will be glued to their TV screens. Which means..." She drummed her perfectly manicured nails against the granite, building suspense.

"Which means?"

"The good bars will be practically empty! Come on, Y/n. When's the last time you wore that little black dress that's been collecting dust in your closet? The one with the slit that makes your legs look incredible?" Alyssa's eyes sparkled with possibility. "I know for a fact that new cocktail bar downtown, Luna, will be dead tonight. We could actually get seats at the bar, maybe talk to the cute bartender I've been eyeing—"

"Alyssa—" Y/n started to protest, but her roommate was already in motion, sliding off the counter and grabbing Y/n's shoulders.

"No excuses! Your book boyfriend will still be there tomorrow. Tonight, we're trading fictional men for real ones. And I'm not taking no for an answer." She gave Y/n a gentle shake. "Besides, I have tea to spill about that furniture-moving friend I mentioned. Trust me, you're going to want to hear this story over a proper martini."

…

Y/n stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror while Alyssa worked her magic with a curling iron, fighting the urge to retreat to her book. The truth was, it wasn't just that she preferred fictional men – real ones had become disappointingly predictable. Every dating app conversation felt scripted, every bar interaction a tepid reproduction of the last. She'd grown tired of pretending to be impressed by startup jobs and fantasy football leagues, of dumbing herself down to stroke fragile egos.

"Earth to Y/n!" Alyssa's voice cut through her thoughts. "Are you ignoring me? Anyway, I’m done! Look at my handy work and tell me you don’t look hot."

Y/n had to admit, the black dress did look good, hugging curves usually kept hidden behind work attire. But even as they walked into Luna, even as heads turned to track their entrance, she felt that familiar emptiness creeping in. What was the point? No one ever made her pulse race, made her wonder what they'd say next, made her want to chase the high of their attention.

Three hours and several expertly crafted cocktails later, Y/n was actually enjoying herself – though that had everything to do with Alyssa's company and nothing to do with the parade of predictable men who'd approached their corner of the bar. She'd perfected the art of polite dismissal, sending them away with practiced smiles that never quite reached her eyes.

The bass pulsed through Luna's speakers as Y/n nursed her martini, watching Alyssa hold court at their corner of the bar. Three guys in button-downs – clearly fresh from some financial district happy hour – had been hovering nearby for the past ten minutes, shooting what they probably thought were subtle glances their way.

"Here we go," Y/n muttered under her breath, catching the familiar look of determination cross the tallest one's face as he finally worked up the courage to approach.

"Ladies," he announced, spreading his arms wide like he was presenting a TED talk. "My colleagues and I couldn't help but notice you've been drinking alone." He gestured to his friends, who flanked him with identical smirks. "We thought we'd fix that tragedy."

Alyssa straightened, flashing her practiced giggle. "Oh my god, that's so sweet of you!"

"I'm Brad," the ringleader said, then pointed to his friends who y/n couldn’t help but notice both had no socks on with their loafers. That was just the first of many icks she received that night. "This is Chase and..." he faltered for a moment, "...Tyler."

Y/n bit back a laugh. The third guy – apparently Tyler – looked slightly offended that Brad had to think about his name.

"Let me guess," Y/n said suppressing a giggle, unable to help herself. "You all work in finance?"

"Investment banking, actually," Chase jumped in, puffing up his chest. "We just closed a huge deal. Brad here's basically a genius with emerging markets."

"Bro, stop," Brad said with fake modesty, though he was clearly pleased. "But yeah, it was pretty impressive. The partners were blown away by my analysis of the—"

"The Asian markets?" Y/n finished dryly. "Let me guess, you're really into crypto too?"

The sarcasm flew right over their heads. "Holy shit, how did you know?" Tyler exclaimed. "I've got this sick NFT collection—"

"Oh my god, that's fascinating!" Alyssa cut in, shooting Y/n a warning look. "Tell us more about it!"

Brad moved closer to Y/n, mistaking her eye roll for interest. "You know, you look like a girl who appreciates ambition. I just got promoted to junior VP, and my bonus this year..." He trailed off suggestively.

"Fascinating," Y/n deadpanned. "Do you also have a podcast?"

"Actually..." All three of them lit up simultaneously.

"It's about mindset and grinding—" Chase started. "—and disrupting traditional paradigms—" Brad added. "—with a focus on sigma male energy," Tyler finished proudly.

Alyssa was doing her best to appear enthralled, but even she couldn't completely hide her wince at that last part.

"We should totally collab," Brad continued, edging even closer to Y/n. "I bet you'd love to hear about my morning routine. I wake up at 4 AM to meditate and do cold plunges—"

"Wow," Y/n interrupted, finishing her drink in one gulp. "That's incredibly..." she searched for a word that wouldn't entirely crush their spirits, "...consistent of you."

"Right?" Brad beamed, completely missing her tone. "Hey, you should check out my Instagram. I post daily inspiration quotes over pictures of wolves. The engagement is insane."

Y/n felt her soul trying to leave her body. She caught Alyssa's eye, silently pleading for an escape route, but her roommate was already deep in conversation with Chase and Tyler about their "entrepreneurship mindset course."

"Look," Brad said, lowering his voice to what he clearly thought was a seductive tone. "I don't usually do this, but I sense a real connection here. You're not like other girls."

"Oh god," Y/n muttered under her breath.

"You're obviously on that grindset wavelength. I could tell by your aura. So what do you say we—"

Y/n opened her mouth to answer when her phone lit up with her sister's ringtone. "Saved by the bell," she laughed, grabbing her phone. "I should take this – back in five!"

She headed for a quieter corner near the back of the bar, weaving between groups of people. The phone was still buzzing in her hand when someone slammed into her from behind, nearly sending her face-first into the wall. Strong hands caught her waist, steadying her, but instead of immediately letting go, they lingered – warm and sure against the thin fabric of her dress.

"Shit, I'm so sorry—" a voice said above her, close to her ear, low and touched with amusement. "Though I've gotta say, this isn't the worst collision I've had tonight."

Y/n turned, ready to deliver the kind of cutting remark she'd perfected over years of unwanted bar encounters – but the words died in her throat. The man still holding her wasn't anything like the finance bros she'd just escaped. He was tall, dressed in dark jeans and a perfectly fitted black henley that did nothing to hide the athletic build underneath. He was looking at her not with the desperate eagerness of Brad and his crew, but with an almost lazy confidence that made her pulse quicken.

"You can let go now," she said, finding her voice. "Unless you make a habit of holding onto strange women in bars?"

His hands slid from her waist, slowly, deliberately. "Only the ones who look like they're plotting escape routes." The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Though I can't blame you, if you were running from those walking LinkedIn profiles I saw you with earlier."

"You were watching me?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, surprised by the little thrill that shot through her at the thought.

"Hard not to. You looked about ready to commit murder when the one in the blue started talking about his morning routine." He leaned against the wall, creating a bubble of space that felt separate from the rest of the bar. "I'm Jack. And you're definitely too interesting to be stuck listening to cryptocurrency bros all night."

"Interesting?" she challenged, surprising herself by stepping slightly closer. "You don't know anything about me."

His eyes dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her gaze again. “I know you're intrigued right now, even though you're trying not to show it."

Heat crept up her neck at his directness. He wasn't wrong, but she wasn't about to let him know that. "That's a lot of assumptions from someone who's spent the last five minutes running away from his own problems."

"Running away?" He laughed, and the sound did something to her insides. "More like making a strategic retreat. Though I'll admit, diving behind the bar wasn't my smoothest move."

"Do I want to know why you were diving behind bars?"

"Depends." He shifted closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly to maintain eye contact. "How do you feel about blind dates, sports journalists, and elaborate escape plans?"

"That sounds like the start of either a very good story or a very bad lie."

"Buy me a drink and find out?" The challenge in his voice was unmistakable. "Unless you'd rather go back to hearing about sigma male energy and cold plunges?"

Y/n felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous. Jack wasn't like the others – there was something magnetic about him, something that made her want to push back, to see what would happen. He carried himself with the easy confidence of someone used to getting what he wanted, but there was something else there too – a spark of genuine interest when he looked at her that made her skin tingle.

"Counter offer," she said, meeting his intensity with her own. "You tell me the story first, and I'll decide if it's worth buying you that drink."

His smile turned wolfish. "I like the way you negotiate." He stepped even closer, until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "But I should warn you – once you hear this story, you might not want to let me leave."

"That's a pretty big assumption," she replied, though her heart was racing. "I'm not that easy to impress."

"Good," he said simply, his eyes dark with promise. "I like a challenge."

…

"So about that blind date," Jack started, leaning against the wall beside her. His sleeve brushed against her bare arm, sending electricity through her skin. "My teammate thought it would be hilarious to set me up with his cousin – didn't mention she's also a sports journalist who's been trying to get an exclusive with me for months."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "And running away was your sophisticated solution?"

"Hey, I made it three whole minutes before I spotted her voice recorder in her purse," he laughed, running a hand through his already disheveled dark hair. "Though I'll admit, diving behind the bar and army-crawling my way to this corner wasn't my proudest moment. The bartender's face was priceless though."

"You did not," Y/n gasped, eyes widening with delight.

"I absolutely did. These jeans?" He gestured to his knees, where sure enough, there were slight wet marks. "Casualties of war. But hey, it led me to crash into you, so I'd say it was worth the dry cleaning bill."

The way he looked at her when he said it made her stomach flip. There was something magnetic about him – the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how he seemed genuinely interested in her reactions, the subtle way he'd shifted closer as they talked.

"So what's your story?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. "What's a girl who clearly doesn't want to be here doing in a bar on game night?"

"What makes you think I don't want to be here?"

"Because you've been watching everyone like you're taking mental notes for a novel. Like you're observing rather than participating." His observation was so accurate it caught her off guard. "Until now, at least."

Before Y/n could respond, a familiar squeal cut through their bubble.

"There you are!" Alyssa's voice rang out as she materialized beside them, her eyes widening as they landed on Jack. "Oh my god, Y/n, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Y/n felt her walls slam back up, recognizing the predatory gleam in her roommate's eyes. She'd seen it before – countless times. Alyssa had a way of commanding attention, of making herself the center of any interaction. And men always noticed her first, or noticed her eventually. It was an unspoken pattern in their friendship that Y/n had learned to accept.

"Jack," he offered, politely extending his hand to Alyssa, though his eyes flickered back to Y/n.

"I'm Alyssa, Y/n's roommate and best friend," she gushed, placing her hand in his and holding on a beat too long. "You look so familiar. Wait – oh my god, are you Jack Hughes? The hockey player?"

Y/n's stomach dropped. Of course he was someone famous. Of course this moment, like all the others that had promised to be different, would end the same way.

"Guilty," he admitted with a slight grimace, still trying to maintain eye contact with Y/n even as Alyssa positioned herself between them.

"This is crazy! I was just telling Y/n we needed to come out tonight because of the hockey game. I'm like, your biggest fan. Y/n doesn't follow hockey at all, isn't that funny?" Alyssa laughed, touching his arm.

Y/n watched as Jack tried to navigate the conversation diplomatically, occasionally attempting to include her, but Alyssa was a force of nature when she wanted something. She felt herself backing away slightly, the familiar role of wallflower settling back over her shoulders like a well-worn coat.

"I should probably check on that missed call," she said quietly, though she doubted either of them heard her.

As she turned to leave, she caught Jack's voice, sharp with what sounded like frustration. "Actually, Y/n—"

But Alyssa cut him off. "Oh my god, we should totally get your number. For like, future game tickets and stuff?"

Y/n didn't stay to hear his response. She'd seen this movie before, knew how it ended. She made her way back to the bar, signaling for another drink, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. For a moment – just a moment – she'd felt something real. Something that made her want to lean in instead of pull away.

But real wasn't for girls like her. Real was for girls like Alyssa, who knew how to claim what they wanted without hesitation. She raised the fresh glass to her lips, determined to wash away the lingering warmth of possibility.

She didn't notice Jack's eyes following her retreat, or the way he barely registered Alyssa's number in his phone, or how his jaw clenched when he realized Y/n wasn't coming back.

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satorisoup · 2 months ago

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⌗ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐁𝐎 ! ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— timeskip! koutaro bokuto

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ fluff. one mention of pregnancy (facepalm). bokuto seems to be a bit forgetful.

𝐖𝐂 ﾉ 833

the blinking bedside lamp reads 7:00am, september 20th. it’s your husbands birthday today, and you’re sure he’d love to sleep in after all of the training he’s been doing. you snuggle closer into the radiant heat beside you, enjoying the morning silence before the events of today, until you’re not.

you’re abruptly interrupted by none other than your husbands loud, rather obnoxious alarm. it dings and shouts, and bokuto moves to slide out of bed with a groan.

perhaps he’s just going to the bathroom.

you wait patiently for his return, until about 15 minutes go by and your hair is swept away from your forehead, a pair of lips replacing it.

“… kou ? ”

bokuto seems almost upset with himself that he had woken you. unbeknownst to him, you had already been awake, lying down in confusion.

“ crap— i’m sorry baby. im off to practice, kay ? ”

your eyes shoot open at that, only for your worries to be answered, bokuto was indeed dressed in his practice uniform, gym bag swung over his shoulder.

“ what ? kou— you don’t have practice. they canceled it for today, didn’t you know ? ”

he reels back, almost distraught with the pout that adorns his face.

“ huh ? why would they cancel practice ?! i was supposed to help shoyo learn my cross-shots ! ”

“ because it’s an important day ! why wouldn’t they do that ? you want to practice today ? ”

“ what’s more important than that ! did i forget an anniversary ?! ”

it hits you at the same time the morning sun rises, your lawfully wedded has forgotten his own birthday. you mentally want to facepalm at bokuto for his forgetfulness, so incredibly eager to practice, but you’re dawned with the humorous fact that this is just so him.

and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to play along for now.

you’re now at the grocery store to buy food and some treats, beer and cake, for the birthday party you had planned at your house tonight. bokuto, the birthday boy in question, strolls beside you absolutely oblivious. maybe by now he’d of caught on.

“ what do we need a cake for ? ”

or maybe not.

you’d already sent a text to everyone invited tonight telling them of your current situation, and all agreed to act completely casual until your husband would eventually come to his senses.

you’re now preparing food, cutting up slices of prosciutto as atsumu pops a grape into his mouth.

“ you married n’ airhead, y’know ”

and yes, you do know, you’re sure of it. bokuto suspected absolutely nothing from the friendly visit of his teammate, and nothing by the arrival of 10 more of his closest friends.

perhaps akaashi’s arrival would make him suspect this is definitely more than just a regular get together, considering akaashi is usually never able to take a break from work for these kinds of things.

there’s a loud slap heard from a hand colliding with akaashi’s back, and bokuto’s bright smile is in view.

“ man, did all of you miss me or what ? ”

or perhaps not.

there’s a gift pile that grows with the more people that show up, and bokuto doesn’t even realize it until it’s practically overloading the table.

“ what’s with all the gifts ? ”

he stands next to you, glancing at it once, twice, before his entire face pales and drops into one of pure shock.

this is it. you’ve got him.

“ oh my god— is this a baby shower ? babe— are you pregnant ?! put that beer down ! ”

after you reveal that you are in fact not pregnant, you can tell that bokuto’s visibly becoming more confused and skeptical. his brow is quirked up into a questioning arch, and his arms are crossed over his puffed chest.

not one single person has cracked into spilling the so called “ secret ”, and you decide that your husband truly doesn’t understand what is going on.

kuroo then sits bokuto down into a chair, holding his shoulder as all of his friends gather around. he’s unable to see you in his linesight, only viewing the many cameras that are now pointing to him.

“ is there something on my face ? ”

and it’s not until you round the corner, holding tightly to a cake with candles and setting it down in front of him, that you let it slip.

“ happy birthday, bo. ”

the cheers that erupt from his friends and the kiss on his cheek from you is all bokuto needs for his face to form into a wide smile, blowing out his candles in a final realization as he bellows in a loud laughter.

“ whoops ! happy birthday to me ! ”

no, you didn’t even have to plan a surprise party, because being married to bokuto koutaro is a surprise in it of itself.

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paigesluver · 9 months ago

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are you accepting request?

if so can you do vinne fluff with a youtuber!reader like filming a day in my life or morning routine?

Thank you!!

hi! this is so very late but i finally decided to upload it. its short but i hope you enjoy it!

day in the life

vinnie hacker x youtuber!reader

“hi besties and welcome back to the channel! today we’re going to be doing a day in my life” y/n spoke towards her camera.

“i’m literally still in bed so let’s start by getting ready” she said as she moved the covers off her and got up. She walked into the bathroom and set the tripod on the counter. after slipping on her hello kitty headband, she grabbed her toothbrush.

“do you guys wet the toothbrush and then put the toothpaste on it and wet it again or do you guys put the toothpaste and just brush?” she asked before brushing her teeth and washing her face. she quickly dried it and walked back into her room.

she made her bed before walking to her closet and grabbing a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and her dunks. she shook out her curls and put on aquaphor. as she was showing her outfit in the mirror, vinnie walked in wrapping his arms around her waist.

“mhm who are you looking good for and where are you off to?” he said, placing his head on her shoulder.

“me, myself, and i and we are running errands today” she said emphasizing the we, smiling as she placed the camera on the counter.

“oh are we now?” he smirked looking down at her.

“yes we’re going to all our favorite stores and maybe i’ll even throw in a surprise for you” she said, wrapping her around his neck.

“mmkay may i have a kiss first?” he asked, puckering his lips.

she giggled leaning up, as their lips were about to connect vinnie covered the camera lens with his hand, kissing her.

“you’re such a dork” she said, turning off the camera and grabbing his hand walking out towards the kitchen.

“yeah yeah they don’t need to see all that plus would a dork get you breakfast burritos from your favorite place?” he said smiling as he grabbed her by her waist, setting her on top of the counter.

she grabbed her food and began eating it as she went over their schedule.

“Breakfast is done, so we just have to get a few groceries and definitely go to target. Also I want to pick up this new butterfly bag at Coach.”

Vinnie leaned against the counter facing Y/N as he also began eating, listening to their planned day.

“Okay that sounds doable and like fun”

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Lazy morning - G.Satoru

ପ Gojo x fem!reader

summary: You and Satoru had planned a picnic date, but when the morning came, Satoru couldn't resist having a little taste of you instead.

contents: 18+, SMUT AHEAD, MDNI!!, established relationship, blowjob, p in v sex, safe sex, praise kink, breeding kink if you SQUINTT, Suguru is Gojo's roomie.

wc: 6,1k

a/n: holy fucking shit guys, this deadass took me two days to finish. I expected to finish it yesterday, but university is nibbling my ass so hard rn holy fuck.. anyway,, enjoy!!!

Years ago, you and satoru had always been that duo during highschool. Sure, the both of you were close with suguru and shoko, but satoru and you got along on another level. you had a special connection.

One special night, satoru decided to shoot his shot, asking you out after many years of pining, and you agreed to try this relationship thing out with the blue eyed asshat, satoru gojo.

Sunlight filtered the billowing curtains of Satorus room, soft noises of breathing and snoring filling the room. You awoke to a strong ray of sunlight, causing you to squint and rub your eyes. You looked down, only to see the sight of your lover, satoru, sleeping soundly on your chest with that stupid droopy look on his face that you loved so much. A stripe of drool could be spotted running down the corner of his lips, drying on your skin. You lazily reached to grab your phone, looking at the time. It was still early in the morning, but you and satoru had gone grocery shopping for a picnic the earlier day, which meant you had to get up now.

“Satoru…”

you whispered, nudging him softly, to which he only snored in response. You repeated what you just did, only for him to sleep through it.

“Satoru!!”

You yelled, smacking the poor mans cheek as you looked at him with an irritated expression.

His eyes shot open and he let out a pained groan while sitting up, his messy bedhead straying in every direction as the blankets fell to pool at his lap, looking back down at you as he rubbed his cheek (which was chipped with dry drool, by the way).

“The hell was that for...?”

He mumbled, looking down at you with an expression resembling a kicked puppy. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with an amused expression before pulling out your phone, snapping a quick photo of him. He looked adorable with his shirt wrinkled, his eyes squinted as well as the small drool stain on his chin.

“We have to go out today, remember? Our picnic..”

You prompted, looking at him whilst propping yourself up on your elbow, giving him a tired smile. Satoru honestly didn’t want to go right now. He was wayy too tired, and now that he was really looking at you… he would definitely rather stay in bed. The way your tank top revealed your cleavage just right, your messy hair, and that sleepy look on your face.. god. Satoru wasn't even sure if the hard on he had right now was just his morning wood, or a boner he had developed just from simply looking at you.

Satoru groaned, rubbing his eyes as he looked at your phone you had just used to take a snapshot of him, pouting. “Why…”

His eyes glanced over your body before he let out a low grumble, taking in your messy look. It drove him insane.

“Why a picnic… can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to go out”

He whined, dramatically laying back down on the bed, mumbling to himself about stupid picnics as if he was some spoiled brat that didn't get what he wanted. You couldn't help but chuckle at his mini tantrum, causing him to turn his head, glaring at you with an offended expression

“What’s the matter?”

You asked, cupping his cheek and lightly nudging his head, wondering why he wanted to stay in so badly. you scooted closer to him, kissing his forehead before whispering gently against his skin

“We had planned this all day yesterday.. we even went grocery shopping to buy snacks for the picnic..”

He closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch and sweet kisses. The slight movement of your body against him sent pleasant chills up his spine, and also down his fully grown boner that had developed the second he laid his eyes on you. He opened one eye and looked up at you, a suggestive smirk growing on his face.

“But… we could stay here and snack on each other~”

He turned around, his front facing yours, eyes staring daggers into yours. his hands wandered up to your hips, gently pulling you closer against him as a sly smirk played on his full lips. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a disgusted frown

“You’re so gross, 'Toru..”you cringed, frowning at him and his flirty gestures before turning your back to him as you grabbed your phone

“all you ever think about is sex.." you complained. The both of you knew you were just kidding, simply teasing him, but it only motivated Satoru to try and convince you to engage in some morning action even more.

He grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows as he looked at you. He chuckled at the way you turned away from him, as if that would actually stop him.

“That’s not true…”

He scooted over towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck, lips brushing against your skin. His teeth lightly nipped at your ear, his hand moving down to rest on your thigh.

“I think about other stuff too, not just sex…”

He mumbled against your ear as he began to trail gentle kisses along your neck. His hand lightly gripped your thigh, moving it to rest against his. His body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Come on, baby. Don’t be angry at me…”

His hand gripped your waist a bit tighter, pulling you closer against him. He hummed as he looked at your face, bringing his lips to your jawline to press soft kisses on it. “I’ll do whatever you want if we stay in… I’m pretty sure we have everything we need here…”

“We don’t have condoms.”

you disclosed, reminding him that you had used the last one a few days ago, giving him a knowing smirk before turning around. you chortled at the sound of his annoyed groan, unlocking your phone as you started to scroll through social media.

He groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder as you reminded him that it was all gone. “Ughh!… how did we go through all of them already? I swear we bought two boxes…”

He looked over your shoulder, watching as you continued to scroll on your phone. His hand gently caressed your thigh, lightly gripping it from time to time. “Come onnn…” He whined, his hand moving up to rest on your hip that was bare due to the way your tank top was riding up your waist, revealing your abdomen. He knew how to pull your attention away from the phone, pressing his body flush against your back and leaning over to press kisses on your neck. His hand started to slowly trail upwards, gently rubbing your stomach as he slowly moved his hips against your ass.

“Satoru, we cant do it raw. I dont wanna take that risk again.”

you explained, your back still turned to him as you continued to scroll on your phone, not being in the mood for anything sexual at all.. yet.

He let out another whine, burying his face into the crook of your neck to continue leaving kisses against your skin. He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to have sex without protection, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try.

“Come on… I promise I’ll be careful.”

He begged in a whiny tone, his hand gently caressing your stomach.

“Satoru, no.” you retorted, scooting away from him incase he wanted to try anything. Satoru suddenly got an idea. His roommate, Suguru, maybe had a few rubbers stashed somewhere. It would be awkward to ask for them, but it would surely be worth it.

He grunted, annoyed at your stubbornness as you shifted away from him. Satoru of course understood why you didn't want to have sex, and he agreed with the fact that it was too risky to fuck raw while you weren't on any type of pill. He knew what he had to do in order to get the condoms. He let out a dramatic huff, sitting up in the bed with a pout on his face.

"Goddd.. I guess I'll go talk to Suguru..."

He mumbled to himself as he looked at you for a few seconds before getting up and grabbing a pair of pants.

You turned around with a confused expression, watching him pull on his sweatpants before walking out of the room with his messy hair. you shrugged, turning back to your phone with a yawn

Satoru walked down the hall, his bare feet quietly padding against the wooden floor as he approached Suguru’s door. He knocked a few times, waiting for the other man to respond.

Suguru groggily approached the door, opening it to reveal his disheveled appearance. He looked at Satoru with a perplexed expression, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What is it...? It's so early.”

Satoru glanced at Suguru's messed up hair and tired appearance. He let out a little chuckle, leaning against the door frame. "Yeah yeah, I know it's early.. but I'm in a bit of a situation."

His eyes trailed away from suguru, awkwardly trying to find the right words to ask this question.

"Uh... you don't happen to have any condoms on you, do ya?"

satoru tittered, awkwardly twirling his thumbs

suguru's tired look turned into a glare, looking at satoru in disbelief as he realized what was going on right now.

“Satoru… are you fucking serious right now?”

he said, letting out a small snort in laughter as he shook his head, not believing what he just heard. Satoru's smirk grew wider as Suguru's expression became more incredulous. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other man's response.

"Dead serious, man. Don't play dumb," he said with a hint of humor in his voice. "You know I'd never ask you if I didn't desperately need them."

“Yeah, whatever.”

he said, groggily turning around before walking back into his room, the sound of him shuffling his hand in his desk drawer filling the silence. Suguru returned, giving Satoru three foil packets of condoms. He looked at Satoru with his hand on the doorknob, still amused and repulsed by the whole situation.

“Don’t be too loud. I'm seriously trying to sleep.”

He glanced at Suguru with a sly grin on his face. "No promises.. but I'll try to keep it down."

Satoru smirked as he took the three foil packets from Suguru. "Thanks, man. You're a real lifesaver," he beamed before turning to head back to his room.

With that, he turned back around and made his way back to his room, excitement and anticipation building up in his chest.

He opened the door to the room and immediately his gaze landed on you. His heart rate sped up at the sight of you: messy hair, half-lidded eyes and the tank top you were wearing. He shut the door behind him, holding up the three foil packets as he approached the bed. "Guess who just got what he needed?"

you lazily turned around, rubbing your eyes as you looked at him in disbelief, realizing why he had to go and “talk to Suguru”

“….oh wow..”

He couldn’t hold back his smirk as he approached the bed, holding up the three packets between his fingers. "Yep," he said, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the condoms down on the bedside table. "Our boy Suguru came through for me. He's a lifesaver."

you chuckled, rolling your eyes before placing your phone on the bed, crawling towards him before hugging him from behind. he had protection, so what was stopping you now? you could always go for a picnic later

“Oh yeah?”

you whispered, playing with the hem of his shirt as well as the strings of his sweatpants, your hand palming his bulge that had been painfully hard for a good fucking minute. He groaned, his body reacting immediately to your touch. His breath hitched as he felt your hand on the print of his cock, a chill running down his spine. He instinctively leaned into your touch, his head falling slightly forward as he let out a slow exhale, moving his hips up to your touch, desperately searching for more stimulation.

"Nnghh... yeah," he managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "He just wanted us to keep it down while he tried to sleep."

you smirked at his words, licking a stripe up the side of his neck

“Hmm.. we can make that happen, right?”

you asked, crawling off the bed before settling between his legs, lowering yourself so you were on your knees, looking up at him and resting your cheek on his thigh.

He let out a low, guttural moan as you moved between his legs, his brain already starting to fog over as he looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, gazing up at him, was incredibly hot.

He leaned back a bit, bringing a hand down to caress your cheek before resting it in your hair. "Yeah... we can make that happen," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as you settled yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him, as if you were silently begging for permission, drove him wild.

He gently ran his hand through your hair, his thumb tracing along your lower lip. "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, giving you a slightly cocky smirk that made his pretty features all the more tempting. "Take what you need."

you smiled at him before eagerly pulling down his boxers and sweats in one go, helping him get his clothes off as he kicked the fabric off from his feet. you took a second to admire the sight of his rock hard cock, his pretty veins complimenting the shaft, as well as his pretty, pink tip that was already leaking pre. Satoru leaned back on his elbows, his eyes trained intently on your every move, his hand finding its way to your hair before grabbing a good fistful of it, silently requesting for you to suck his dick already. you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, whimpering from the taste of his precum. The feeling of your voice vibrating against his sensitive cock almost sent him through the roof, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows while you were looking up at him with those needy eyes, feeling his hand gripping your hair tighter as he let out a moan of what seemed like relief.

As soon as you took all of him in your mouth, his head fell back as he let out a low moan, his hand in your hair tightening even more.

"Oh, fuuuuck" he groaned, his voice low and breathy. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, the feeling of your lips and tongue driving him wild.

He couldn't help but watch you with a mix of awe and desire, his grip on your hair firm and possessive. "c'mon baby, move that tongue for me, yeah?"

You were already on it, lathering his cock in your saliva, causing satoru to let out some stifled moans, desperately trying to keep quiet. He was already bucking up his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on him which only made him moan more.

You pulled away from his cock, a pop noise emitting from your lips as you took him in your hand, stroking his dick in a decent pace

“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?”

You whispered, bringing your tongue back to the slit on his tip. Satoru’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, and you couldve sworn you heard the sound of satorus hand pulling a few hairs out of your head. His grip was deadly. [a/n:💀]

He shook his head, his hand still in your hair as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk, letting out a sharp breath before talking "H-hell no.. not yet" he panted out, his voice strained.

He tried to keep himself still, but your tongue teasing him made it increasingly difficult to hold back. "Fuck... you're just so good at this..."

His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale, as well as his hand that was tangled in your hair starting to push you more and more down, your nose meeting his barely grown white tufts of hair, the smell of musk and cum filling your nostrils.

You pulled away again, mumbling a silent “take your shirt off” before you took your own tank top off, leaving you only in your panties, your beautiful body on display for satoru. Satoru's breath hitched as you told him to take his shirt off, his body eager to be skin to skin with you. He quickly obliged, pulling the garment over his head, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, a few scars here and there, which only made him sexier in your opinion. His hand went back to your head as he forced his cock back into your throat, bucking his hips up against your mouth, causing you to choke a little.

With you now almost naked, he couldn't help but shiver with excitement. When he felt you choke on his cock again a little as he bucked his hips up, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan. He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat every. Fucking. Time. And it brought him to shambles. He couldn’t think straight because of how good your mouth felt.. awee ;(

"You're driving me insane.... nghh... so fuckin’ sexy..." he grunted, his hand in your hair tightening as he tried to hold back from cumming down your throat right then and there. He continued to look down at you with darkened eyes, watching your every move with a ravenous hunger.

His body was practically thrumming with tension, like a taut string on the verge of snapping. He was desperate to feel more, to feel closer, to feel complete.

After a few seconds, you decided that patience was not on your side anymore. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom packet and ripping up the wrapper before you rolled the lubricated latex down his hard, throbbing cock, causing him to inhale through his teeth. His eyes were on you the whole time as you worked the condom down his cock, his breath shaky as he spoke;

“Not gonna let me cum down your throat?”

Satoru asked, tilting his head and pouting as he subtly swayed his hips from side to side, making his length move along with him

“Don’t do that. you look stupid.”

You insulted, standing up and quickly sliding off your black lacy panties, hopping on the bed before laying on your back, reaching your foot out to poke his side a bit

“C’mon..”

Satoru shifted closer to you on the bed, his hand resting on your hip as he looked down at you.

“Calm down, pretty girl. Needa’ prepare you first.”

Satoru mumbled, kissing you down the valley between your breasts as he settled between your legs, one hand pressed against the mattress and the other massaging your soft tit. As he went lower, you quickly grabbed his wrist, refraining him from doing whatever he was planning on doing.

“Don’t have to, ‘toru. Please just come here..”

You whined, looking down at satorus playful expression. He moved back up again, kissing your cheek before moving to the side of your face, his breath tickling your ear

“Tell me what you want, baby..” He whispered, caressing your hip with such care, calming you down so you wouldn’t scold him for being such a tease like you always did. “Wan’ you t’fuck me good.. it’s been so long..” You whimpered out, wrapping your arms around him with a frustrated frown as you heard his soft chuckles. He shook his head, leaving another kiss on your cheek, then your neck, and then moving back up to kiss you on the lips. “It’s been three days..” He responded, nudging you teasingly, which only brought him that scolding from you that he was actively trying to avoid.. or maybe not. You were kinda cute when you got all pissed off, so maybe he wasn’t trying to avoid it at all.

“Satoru i swear if you don’t fuck me within the next three seconds, i will-“

You could only gasp as satoru rushed his cock into you, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, remembering how satoru said you had to be quiet because of suguru. The house was quiet, incredibly quiet, which meant that everything could probably be heard, making it all even more nerve wrecking. Satoru let out a breathy moan as his head dropped to your shoulder, his breath shaky against your skin.

“You got what you wanted~ happy now?”

You couldn’t even respond. You were too busy adjusting to his size and the steady pace he was holding. You let out a muffled “mmph!”, your other hand clutching his back as a lump formed in your throat, already getting all overwhelmed from stimulation. The way this man fucked you was incredible. The best sex you’ve ever had was without a doubt with satoru. He knew your body like the back of his hand, hell, you didn’t even have to fucking tell him to angle his hips a certain way or touch you a certain place, because he was already doing it. Sometimes it was too much, even. he was just too good.

“S’fucking tight for me.. you okay baby?..”

He asked, knowing that the stretch could be uncomfortable at times. You brought the hand that was covering your mouth around his waist, shaking your head as you tried to speak without moaning or whimpering

“Y-yeah, so fucking good..” you silently muttered, grateful for the fact that you slept over at satorus last night so you could spend the morning with him like this. To hell with that picnic, this was so much better, in so many ways.

Satoru let out a low, guttural moan as he slowly pushed forward, his body becoming one with yours. The feeling was heavenly, driving him wild with need. He let out a shaky laugh at your whispered gratitude, his breath sounding ragged. "Mm, thas’ good. Taking my cock so well, pretty.." he praised, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper.

Satoru took a moment to just breathe, his body tense as he savored the feeling of being inside of your wet, warm walls. He knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the way you looked and felt. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. "You feeling good, baby?" he asked, his voice ragged with need.

“Y-yeah, can you just.. pull the covers over us.. please..?” You asked, your thumb caressing his soft, pale cheek. It was quite a cold morning, and you wanted to be more comfortable. Not only that, but maybe, just maybe, the blankets could conceal the sound of the wet squelches that was coming from between the both of you, as well as your skin slapping together.

Satoru paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your request. He nodded, understanding your need for warmth and comfort.

He reached for the covers, carefully pulling them over the both of you, enveloping your bodies in a warm and comfortable embrace. The feeling of the covers on top of you added a layer of intimacy to the moment, making Satoru's heart feel even fuller.

"Nice and warm~. That better?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

You smiled at him, nodding while sighing. You appreciated satorus kindness during intimacy. It was always the small things that meant so much to you. Back in highschool, satoru seemed like such a pain in the ass. Who would’ve thought that he was such a sweetheart in bed? Satoru kissed you on the cheek in response to your nod, starting to gently move in a slow and sensual pace, causing you to let out a small whine. The pace was slow, yes, but every time his hips were flush against yours, he would press deeper into you, rolling his hips and stimulating your clit before repeating. He fucking loved the way your eyes would roll back, the way you’d hold onto him as he pressed into you, letting out sharp breaths and small wheezes. That was when he knew he was fucking you good. So good that you couldn’t even moan. So good that all you could do way lay there and take it.

Satoru couldn't help but smile at you, his heart swelling with affection at your expressions, knowing how good he was making you feel right now. He was glad to know that you were comfortable with him, that he was making you feel good. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your neck, feeling your skin against his lips made his heart flutter.

He began to move slowly, taking his time to savor this moment. The sound of your small whines and whimpers sent a wave of desire through him, making his body ache even more for you.

"God, you feel so damn good," he breathed out, his voice coming out in a low, breathy tone. He began to thrust faster, his body moving against yours in a quicker pace

He couldn't help but watch you, his eyes locked onto every little expression and movement. He was completely captivated by you, completely in love with you.

“D-dont look at me..mngh-“ you shyly whispered, draping your arm over your eyes as you turned your head to the side, lifting your knees up to your chest so satoru could get a better angle. The way he was staring into your eyes was too much for you to handle. You couldn’t help but shy away.

Satoru's lips curled up into a small smirk as he watched you cover your eyes, your shyness only adding to his desire. He knew he was affecting you, and he loved it.

As you lifted your knees up to your chest, he took the opportunity to change the angle, pushing deeper into your plush pussy that was already creaming around his cock. The move drew a low, guttural moan from him, his body responding to the new and better angle. He reached up to gently take your arm away from your eyes, wanting to see your face. "No, baby, I want to see you..." he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You cried out a loud moan, feeling him hit your sweet spot in the most delicious way. Satoru gently covered your mouth, causing you to look up at him with those doe like eyes that just screamed “fuck me!”. The sight of you like this sent satoru over the moon, but he knew you had to be quiet. The bed creaking was already enough noise, and satoru didn’t want to give suguru a show. Trying to keep his composure, Satoru leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "Shhh, baby, you gotta be quieter, okay?"

You let out a small “mhm” against his hand, writhing underneath him as he kept thrusting in a steady pace, making you see stars. You let out cute little whines against his hand, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his back up, every muscle, every dip and scar on his skin.

He felt you wrapping your arms around him, your fingers tracing the dips and scars on his back, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He leaned in, his lips near your ear, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. “You’re so cute.. i love the way you look when you’re taking my cock.”

He loved teasing you, because all the reactions he’d get in return were the cutest, whether it was you being angry, or becoming shy. He adored you. He removed his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your lower abdomen, pressing against your stomach. He let out a moan, a proud smile on his face as he threw his head back, feeling his own dick bulging in your belly. He looked back down at you, speaking against your sensitive ears.

“Y’feel that baby? You feel how my cock is plunging your stomach? You’re such a good girl~”

He continued to move, his body pressed closely against yours, his breath coming in low and ragged gasps. The sounds of the bed and the creaking of the floorboards were the only things in the air, each movement making them more prominent.

You were a dumb mess as he fucked you, slurred words spilling out of your lips as you moaned uncontrollably, not even trying to hold it back anymore.

“S-slow… go slow, ‘toru”

You whispered, letting out another whimper, to which satoru moaned in response, closing his mouth as he tried to keep them in, his brows furrowing as his eyes closed too. You wrapped your legs around him, the sounds of your skin slapping together becoming more loud as he started to get desperate

“S-satoru! I said slow.. nghh..”

Satoru did his best to slow down, his body trembling with the effort as he fought the overwhelming need coursing through him. Your whispers and moans were like music to his ears, but he focused on trying to keep his composure. He bit down on his lip in an attempt to keep any sounds in, his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on following your command. But it was difficult, so damn difficult.

"Ungh... baby, I'm trying," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "But you feel so damn good... already fucking you dumb.. i dont wanna stop.."

He tried to keep his pace steady, but there was a feral need coursing through him, a need to lose himself in you, to give into the pleasure that was building up within him. It was a battle for him, a battle to stay in control, to not give in to his primal instincts. "Baby..." he repeated again, his voice coming out in a ragged whisper. "Please... I need you, baby. I need..."

He couldn’t even finish his fucking sentences anymore, his hips stuttering as the both of you moaned together. He desperately rubbed your clit, trying to keep the same pace so he wouldn’t make you loose track of your upcoming orgasm

“Come for me.. god im so close- mph!” You whined, the both of you starting to become more vocal. You were holding onto eachother for dear life, not caring about how loud the bed creaked or how loud the moans were. You could apologize to suguru later, but right now, everything felt too good.

Satoru's body trembled with the effort of holding back, his restraint hanging on by a thread. Your desperate pleas and your needy whimpers were driving him wild, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With each creak of the bed and each strangled moan that escaped his lips, Satoru's control was slipping away. He was at the end of his rope, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Your pussy was just too good. The way you fucking squeezed around him made him almost forget about the condom that was keeping you two from eachother. He was thrusting with more force now, long, steady strokes as he pressed you further into the mattress.

“Fuck baby, take this fucking load.. god.. take it..”

He slurred, too pussydrunk to even form a sentence. The sounds of your bodies intertwined and the creaking of the bed seemed to fill the room, each one driving Satoru closer to the brink of ecstasy. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on, his body and mind both overwhelmed with pleasure.

You felt the coil snap as heat gathered in your abdomen, your pussy squeezing his poor sensitive cock so hard. You could just feel your release oozing out of you, and you couldn’t stop moaning satorus name. Poor suguru. Satoru came shortly after, spilling into the latex, though he imagined that he was shooting his white ropes of cum into you, bullying his tip into your cervix so nothing would come out. Whimpers and moans filled up the room, or at this point, the house, as you shook in eachothers embraces, satoru weakly bucking his hips as he whimpered so cutely into the crook of your neck, feeling completely drained from energy as he slumped on top of your body. You let out an exhausted exhale, rubbing your forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still trying to catch his breath as he let out a weak laugh. "Holy shit that was good, baby.." he managed to say, his voice ragged from the intensity of your experience. "You wore me out."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion in his gaze. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he mumbled, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He shifted his weight, rolling off of you to land beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "God, I love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sometimes i forget how exhausting sex is..” you breathed out, feeling the soreness kicking in, as well as the exhaustion. Satoru was very passionate in bed, but of course that had its downsides

“How are we gonna have a picnic now.. im all worn out..” you mumbled with a small pout

Satoru chuckled softly at your comment, his hand gently tracing small patterns on your back. He could tell that you were feeling sore and worn out, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for tiring you out so much.

"I'm sorry, baby, I got a little carried away," he apologized, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "But to be fair, you wore me out too." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe we'll have to save the picnic for another day. Today, we just need to rest." He pulled you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. He knew that he had probably pushed you a little too hard, and part of him felt bad for it. But another part of him was secretly glad that he had been able to satisfy you so thoroughly. It had been a few days since you guys got to cuddle like this, anyway. A lazy morning wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Satoru buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and letting it wash over him. "You know, this just means we'll have more time to rest... and maybe a round two later," he teased, chuckling softly.

“Shut up” you cringed, quickly shutting down the idea and closing your eyes as you yawned. Satorus phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He picked up his phone, seeing that it was a message from suguru.

Suguboo😛: What the fuck happened to keeping it down? Pretty sure the whole complex just heard you two.

the message written from suguru made satoru chuckle, pulling you closer to him before he typed a response.

Satoru chuckled as he read Suguru's message, a guilty expression on his face. He knew that you guys had probably been a bit too loud, but it was hard to restrain yourselves in the heat of the moment.

He typed out a response, his thumb moving quickly over the keyboard.

“Sorry about that. Things got a little rough. Hope we didn't ruin your morning too much.”

He sent the text and set the phone back down, his attention turning back to you. He looked down at you, his expression softening as he saw how worn out you looked.

He pulled you closer, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. "Sorry for tiring you out so much, baby," he mumbled, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "Maybe we'll have to tone it down next time."

“Mmm”

You hummed, nuzzling into him as you started to doze off.

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sturniolo04 · 5 months ago

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Surprise M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Reader

Summary: In which Matt surprises you (his gf)

A/N: Please leave requests in my inbox; running out of writing ideas

A long-distance relationship is something you and Matt didn't have in mind but, of course, when Matt and his brother's YouTube career took off all too fast, it threw almost a 3,000-mile wedge in your guys' relationship.

See you and the Triplets were what you called childhood best friends. You guys were basically raised together. The constant sleepovers and family vacations you guys took with each other's families. To sum it up, Marylou and Jimmy were legitimately your second mom and dad.

So ultimately you were bound to fall for one of your childhood best friends. Everyone out of your Boston friends thought that hands down Chris was going to be the one for you. The universe, though, had other plans, because as you and the triplets got older together and matured together to a degree, you took more of a liking to Matt just because of his calm demeanor and just knowing that he ultimately became your safe space. So when Junior Year of high school arrived you both came to your senses and ended up confessing to each other and being together ever since.

This brings you to the present day, you sitting at home not having the best day. Everything didn't go right for you since early that morning, from having so much college work piling up to do to being late for work to the ultimate dealbreaker, the worst thing about all of this is all you want is a simple hug from your boyfriend who ironically is hours away from you.

"is something bothering you sweetie," your mom asks from across the island counter you had recently installed in your new house when you moved out. "huh, oh it's nothing it's stupid" you reply back setting your phone down on the marble countertop. It wasn't stupid and it definitely wasn't nothing, on top of all the shitty things happening today Matt hadn't texted you once which was not normal for him so you just assumed he was in a meeting or something but when it became hours passing by you became anxious and nervous that he forgot about you and let LA get to his head. "Okay then, do you want to go to the store to restock your groceries so you don't starve" your mom chuckles to herself as she opens your refrigerator. "Sure, I have to go to Sephora anyway" you sigh grabbing your phone and then grabbing your shoes.

Little did you know this was all normal. Marylou, Matt, and your mom had planned this a month in advance, they were flying Matt out to Boston as we speak just to spend the month with you and it just so happens that it was on the exact day you really needed him most but, once again your completely unaware of this because after all, it was an unknown surprise.

-time skip-

"I just need some more foundation then we can go back to my house if you want Mom" you stated simply trying not to let on that you were so upset about not hearing from Matt. "okay take your time" your mom replied back as you turned to look through the various foundations to find yours. "I think your dad and I might go to visit your grandmother in Iowa soon" your mom states randomly to keep you somewhat distracted as she begins recording subtly the aisle next to the end of where you were currently standing. "really that sounds fun, how is she doing anyway?" you trail off in your response to your mom, still fixated on finding the foundation you were needing, all while your boyfriend, now sneaking his way to the exact spot you and your mom were located. "found it, we can go check out now mom" you state as you turn around facing her. "what are you doing mom" you giggle at your mom failing to give a response as she is still actively recording, giving your boyfriend enough time to fully stand next to you without you sensing his presence. After standing there perplexed at your mom's unusual reaction, you begin to turn to leave her and go check out so you can go back home. "oh my god" you exclaimed, hugging yourself out of pure shock, finally seeing who was standing next to you the whole time. "hi baby" matt finally speaks, giggling at your cuteness. "oh my god" you reiterate again finally wrapping your arms around matt's neck as he shifts his grip from your waist to your thighs lifting you off of the ground as you wrap your legs around him. "mom did you know about this" you ask genuinely as matt sets you back on your feet. " baby both your mom and my mom planned it out" Matt interjects grabbing the sides of your face and kissing your forehead then proceeds to wrap his arms around your neck and bring you into him. "okay well I will leave you lovebirds to it, I will meet you guys at the car " you mom announces walking out of Sephora.

"talk to me pretty girl what has been happening" Matt finally speaks up as you look up at him from your tight embrace "I really needed you today i have been so stressed out and I thought you were forgetting about me when you didn't text me at all today" you ramble on. "hey i would never forget about you I've known you my whole life, I'm crazy about you" he replies simply brushing the hair out of your face that had fallen from your messy ponytail. "pinky promise" you huff out as matt pulls away from the hug you guys were sharing to link your guys pinkies. "pinky promise angel"

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uluvjay · 2 years ago

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Tattoos- T.Zegras

Summary: Your boyfriend looks extremely sexy while getting a tattoo

Tz x female reader!

Warnings?: SLUTTY, cursing, pain?, pet names

A/n: I hardly know anything about tattoos and this was hardly proofread so please excuse any errors!❤️

Do not repost my works as your own

Today Trevor has his first tattoo appointment out of three to get his half-sleeve finished. The guy was coming to the house like last time and Trevor was pretty much bouncing off the walls waiting.

When Trevor got his Nike tattoo last year you were out of town so you didn’t really know what to expect but still happy that your boyfriend was finally getting the tattoo he had been planning for months.

Your not sure what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t that you would get horny watching your boyfriend in pain.

You were sat with your back against the opposite side of the couch with your feet in Trevor’s lap so he could hold onto one when needed and it didn’t hurt as much as It would with your hand.

You were also supposed to be planning your outfits for stagecoach in a few days but every time your boyfriend let out a light swear word or winced he took all your attention back.

You weren’t sure if it was the way his head was thrown back and his eyes were clenching as the artist took the tattoo gun over a more sensitive area of Trevor’s arm or the small grunts he was making but it had you clenching your thighs.

You couldn’t help but think about how pretty he looks from that angle when your in between his thighs on your knees and how good he taste- you needed a break from this view.

You wiggled your toes to signal for Trevor to let go so you could get up.

“Where you goin?” He asked as you stood up

“To get a drink, anyone want anything?” You asked but both men declined.

You chugged the glass of water you poured, you didn’t know what was wrong with you, how could you find your boyfriend in pain sexy? You should not have been this wet.

You must have been in the kitchen lost in your thoughts for longer than you thought because as you walked out Trevor was letting the Artist out of the house.

“All done already?” You asked slightly surprised

“Yeah we only did a majority of the outline today” he told you as he walked up to you to show you what he could from it being wrapped.

“Looks good babe” you told him as you looked at it

“You okay? Your red” he asked and you were sure your face got ten shades deeper.

“Yeah just a little hot” you told him looking down.

“You sure? Your not feeling sick or anything?” Poor boy thought you were getting sick, how were you gonna tell him you got turned on watching him get a tattoo?

“I’m sure baby, I’m feeling fine” you let him know.

“Now cmon let’s go watch our show” you said pulling him into the living room.

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The next day you tried to get out of the house while Trevor got work done to his sleeve but you could only spend so long in the grocery store before people started to look at you weird.

And when you returned home with only four grocery bags after being gone for three hours Trevor looked at you a little weird as well.

“Were those old ladies holding up th-ahh shit” he started to ask but got cut off as the gun went over a sensitive spot.

You could already feel your core begin to throb at those simple sounds, it was pathetic honestly.

“Their names are Dolly and Marie, but yes they were holding up the deli line.” You said with a little laugh as you sat in the same place you did yesterday.

“They’re so sweet but take so lon-fuck” he once again got cut off by pain, the same pain that had you wet.

“I don’t mind it, they kind of remind me of you and Jamie” you told him with a laugh.

“Wow” he replied trying not laugh much so he didn’t move.

The conversation ended there as you turned the tv on, however it didn’t keep your attention for long as you boyfriends groans were a little louder today.

You couldn’t help but stare as you thought of all the things you wanted to do to your boy and all the things you wanted him to do to you. He was so pretty and the noises he made were even prettier.

“Baby!” You heard someone lightly shout and snap their fingers to get you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah? Sorry I zoned out” you told him getting red again

Trevor didn’t tell you because he wasn’t sure if he was right or not but he was pretty sure he saw you clenching your thighs and looking at his arm being tattooed.

“I was just asking if you could grab some paper towels please” he asked.

“Oh yeah, no problem” you said as you ran off

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The next day Trevor decided he needed to figure out if he saw what he thought he saw, was his girlfriend really getting turned on to him in pain?

So here you were back in the same position as the last two days, your feet in his lap as you were leaned against the opposite side of the couch.

He’d been paying more attention to you then had had the past two days and he was beginning to think that his theory was right, you were getting turned on by his pain.

He noticed that every time he grunted, swore under his breath, or threw his head Back you were clenching your thighs and most of the time today you were lost in thought.

Once the sleeve was finished and he paid his artist he sat on the couch and called you in from the kitchen.

As you came in to stand in front of him he pulled you onto his lap, being mindful of his freshly done arm.

“I have a question” he said as he pulled you against him with your core right over his dick where he could feel you throbbing.

“Yeah?” You asked

“We’re you turned on by my pain?” He asked as he watched your face morph from shock to embarrassment.

“What!? No of course not” you said looking down in your laps.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?..”

“I can feel you throbbing on me” he said with a smirk as he began kissing your neck.

“Okay..maybe I did. You looked so pretty and you were making noises you do in bed” you said

“Oh I looked pretty in pain?” He asked with a grin

“Shut up” you said laughing

He didn’t reply just pulled your face down to his and kissed you nice and hard just how you liked it. He pulled your hair making you gasp and allow him to slip his tongue in your mouth and laying a smack on your ass.

“Z we can’t, I don’t want to accidentally grip your arm.” you said pulling away a from him.

“Looks like your gonna be riding me then” he told you as he pulled you back down to his lips.

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Hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for reading!❤️❤️

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months ago

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AITA for moving a box of spaghetti?

I (24F) live with my retired parents (66M, 66F). I pay rent (though significantly below market rate) and I pay for all my own expenses (groceries, insurances, phone, etc.). I also provide free live-in pet care when my folks travel, which they tend to do for weeks at a time.

My mom is kind of a control freak about the house. I am not allowed to have visitors, or any belongings outside the confines of my room. She also used to extend this to my room, but not since I turned 18. When I was in high school, I had to secretly buy and assemble a desk while she was at work because she thought a desk would "ruin the aesthetic" of my room. The only exception to the "no stuff" rule is in the kitchen, as perishable foods don't really do well in bedrooms.

She has decided it is her New Project to segregate all of their food from my food. I don't have an issue with that in itself. However, she is intent on doing it completely unilaterally. She first did the freezer, which she showed me excitedly. I was like "Oh, cool. Do you think we could switch which drawer is mine? I was used to using this one". And she absolutely freaked out, because I am not a ROOMMATE, I am a GUEST, and how DARE I have the ENTITLEMENT to tell HER where to put things in the house SHE OWNS. Please note that here she is screaming so loud that my friend, waiting for me outside, could hear her from their car.

We had a similar exchange when she showed me the fridge! I didn't have an issue with the actual organization there, but I was still like "hey you seem really stoked to show me this. I wish you would communicate about it beforehand though. Even if you're going to do it anyway, I feel like it's an act of respect to let me know what your plan is before you just start touching and moving my stuff". That again, didn't go well.

Today she decided to tackle the pantry. At this point this is a sore spot for me. I am like, physically holding myself back from heckling her as she does this. It doesn't help that she started doing this right before I was about to make myself breakfast so I am Hangry. She finishes like, an hour and a half later. I make my food. I notice that the way she has arranged my pasta, you can't get at any of the stuff without taking it all out of the cabinet. I fix it while still keeping all of my stuff on My side, but I have to remove a box of spaghetti because it doesn't fit quite right. I put it on the counter while I clean my pan because I'm not sure how I'm going to address it. I am definitely aware there is a chance I'm going to get yelled at, but I move it anyway.

While I'm scrubbing, my mom comes into the kitchen, sees the spaghetti box on the counter, and starts screaming bloody murder at me, at "audible down the street" levels. To the point where I was very viscerally upset for hours.

I obviously know that the severity of her reaction is literally insane, especially because I didn't even yell back at her. However, I'm torn on how justified I actually am in wanting to be included in the organization of the kitchen. AM I being entitled about this? Should I just let my mom do what she wants or should I keep trying to advocate for myself?

#aita #am i the asshole

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clamenstell · 8 months ago

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Meant for two

one drop turns two, then three as little pitter patter of water droplets start to fall onto the earth as a hand raised out to feel the falling droplets.

"oh. rain."

gojo satoru was currently near the gates of jujutsu tech as he just returned from a mission assigned by his teacher, finishing it begrudgingly. he didn't realize the sky had turned dark as the gloomy clouds hid the bright blue skies.

it's okay, he had his infinity, the rain can't touch him and he won't get wet from it. very convenient if you ask him, though he has to focus and manually activate it, it's definitely a good use for small things like this. never needing an umbrella or having to rush to a nearby shelter, especially sharing an umbrella and getting your shoulder wet from the small space from the temporary shelter.

yeah, his infinity is definitely convenient.

"oh, satoru."

your voice snapped him out of his thought and he shifted his gaze to see you approaching him, grocery bags in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"you arrived earlier than i thought. i was planning on meeting you by the gates after i dropped off some things since it's raining, but i guess you beat me to it huh." you laughed.

"missed me that much sweetheart?~" the corner of his lips quirked up as he gave you a teasing tone, you rolled your eyes.

"it's raining dummy, didn't want you to get soaked by the rain and get a cold obviously," you huffed. "seems like you got it covered though."

"of course, i'm the greatest after all~" he chuckled.

"of course, how could that slip my mind, even rain can't touch the great gojo satoru," you teased before sighing. "guess you don't need the umbrella then, how convenient. wish i don't have to worry about needing an umbrella when it rains. looks like we don't need to share the umbrella then," you chuckled but that line caused the cerulean-eyed teen to freeze. "let's go, satoru."

you turned to walk back to the dorms, expecting your companion to follow but suddenly he shoved to your side, ducking his head under the umbrella with you.

"w-what the?! satoru, what are you doing?" you stared at him wide-eyed as he stucked his tongue out.

"whoops, looks like my infinity stopped working, seems we gotta share the umbrella now sweetheart~" he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to bring you in closer, "don't want me getting soaked under the rain right?" you rolled your eyes.

"what happened to being so great that even the rain can't touch you?" you teased but he only chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

"don't worry your pretty little head about it~" he hummed, taking a look at the bags in your hands. "what'chu buy anyways? any snacks for me?~" his hand reached for one to take a peak but you pull it away before he could.

"absolutely not, these are for suguru and shoko."

"aww what," he pouted, sticking his tongue as he makes a thumbs down at you, "booo.."

"oh? guess you don't want these pastries then? i'll give 'em to suguru and shoko too then," you raised the bags to reveal a pastry box stamped with the logo of a local bakery you both frequent to that went unnoticed by satoru and shrugged.

"wha-?! hey!" you snickered, "come one sweets, i've been gone all day working hard and this is the payment i get? cruel," he raised a hand to clutch his chest as he turned his head dramatically.

"i'm just joking satoru, of course these are for you. you did good today," you smiled softly at him as he turned his head back to you to basked in your praise, his arm still around your shoulder tightened a bit.

"let's go then! can't let these pastries lose their freshness now!" grabbing the bags to carry them for you, he dragged the both of you in a hurry to the student living quarters.

"i've just bought them, no need to rush," you giggled.

who needs infinity for small inconveniences like rain when he gets to be so close to you under an umbrella, sharing laughs and spending more time with you. he doesn't even mind that his shoulder is getting wet as long as you were warm and dry, under the temporary shelter with him, touching shoulders.

umbrellas were meant for two anyways.

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violetsareblue-selfships · 1 year ago

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good morning!! <3

#i'll work more on the world quest but it definitely is helping w/ the exploration :3 #mm anyway i don't actually have much planned today #i know we need to go get groceries but that doesn't take long #so i have most of the day to chill/do whatever :3 #it'd be nice if i could use that time to write or come up with tags for some new f/os (or both ^^)#but yeah #i hope you all have a great day/night!! :3 #morning rambles

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dairy-farmer · 11 months ago

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Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim #dicktim #damitim #jaytim

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kooahae · 1 year ago

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After Last Night: The First Date

So...I got encouraged about starting the ALN drabble series since I kind of hinted at it, and received feedback to do so...you voted and the first date wins!

Summary: It’s official! Jungkook wants to have the perfect first date.

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a few curse words, light choking during a kiss, This is really fluffy and cute. Jungkook is a simp and we love that for OC! Pet names, kissing, just super cute!

Word count:3K -got carried away bc I love them :)

Read part 1 here if you haven't already <3

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It’s been about two weeks since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. He has been busy with work and everything, but he’s still made time for you. He just knows you deserve more than cuddles and sex -not that he hates either of these by any means. Jungkook has been on his A-game the whole time. He's made sure to plan the most perfect date. You haven’t pressured him about one, but he still feels he should treat you like a princess.

He had Jimin call up Yoongi- who is really hard to get ahold of. Partially because he’s revealed he plans on expanding on the restaurant he owns with Jungkook’s older brother. Luckily today, Yoongi had a bit of free time. He even tried Taehyung, but he was busy helping Namjoon set up a new space. Namjoon left the company due to Seojun’s promotion. Hobi was out of town working on some fashion pieces for his upcoming collection. Your brother was way too obvious, and If he had tried his older brother Jin- you really would have known. So yup, that leaves Yoongi.

Jungkook’s currently in the flower shop getting a custom bouquet of both of your birth flowers. He was still stuck on what color paper to get them wrapped in. He swears he didn’t know it would be this difficult. He just wants you to be impressed, he wants you to feel like you made a good choice trusting him with your heart. So today has to be perfect!

“Hi, do you need help?” An elderly woman approaches him at the perfect time. Paying attention to her clothes, Jungkook can tell she works here.

“Uhh…Yeah what color paper should someone get, does stuff like that matter?” He asks her as he looks at all the different ones in front of him

Jungkook has bought flowers before, but he never went to an actual florist for them to make his own bouquet combo. He would just buy someone the ones in a grocery store most of the time.

The older woman chuckles “You’re asking about paper? She must be special, I’d get a neutral-colored paper so it doesn’t take away from the flowers. Plus, you’re gonna put them in a vase. Don’t think too much.”

He nods. She’s right, this is her field of knowledge anyway.

He’s still not satisfied though.

“Mmm, can I double the amount of flowers? This doesn’t seem like enough.” he rubs his palms against his jeans, his bottom lip poking out at the bouquet in front of him. He’s down bad, and there simply aren’t enough flowers to give someone as pretty as you.

“A big bouquet? she’s definitely special! Sure thing. I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re the tiger lily in the situation?” She questions him gathering more flowers.

He runs his hands through his hair and looks down at his shoes. Damn, he really is obvious. It’s not his fault, he just loves you that much. “How did you know?” He questions.

“You have smitten lover boy written all over you. You’re worried about paper. I’ve never seen someone so stuck on that. Most men just let me wrap them in whatever, or choose black.” She continues. “Would you like to add a message?”

He nods and takes the pen and card from her. Writing a simple and sweet message. He pays, thanks her for the help, and makes his way

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His next stop is setting up the rooftop of your favorite childhood hideout. He even asked Jimin and his mom for baby pictures of you both to put into a snow globe. He’s been coming here thirty minutes before work every day to make sure the floor was swept, the area was free of any trash or things that could make you fall. You guys haven’t been here in a while.

He decides to check in with his older brother Jin, to see if he thinks what he’s planned is a good idea.

“Hello?”- thankfully he answered his call.

“Hey hyung, are you busy? Do you have a moment?” Jungkook is desperate for a second opinion.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’m really nervous. I know you’re probably tired of me calling you about my girlfriend, but can I tell you what I’ve planned? Can you tell me if I’m being a little paranoid about her not liking it ?” He says while glancing over his work, phone pressed to his ear, scuffing his feet as he walks to have a seat.

“Sure Kook, go ahead. I’m listening. Also not tired of hearing about your girlfriend, yet. At least this is one I actually love, and approve of.” Jin really does love you, you’re like his little sister in a sense. Always at the house to spend time with his baby brother as a kid. He’s fond of you for sure.

“A rooftop dinner, at our childhood hideout”

There’s nothing but silence.

“Uhh…Hyung…why haven’t you said anything? Is It childish?” Jungkook is really nervous. What is taking Jin so long to answer?

“I’m here. You had more than one so I had to think. The one on the roof? That’s cute man! “ Jin’s impressed. That’s a good sign.

“Yes, that one! I made a bunch of her favorite foods, set up a projector for movie night, and got a flower bouquet It’s a mix of our birth flowers, and bean bags for the movie, I also got her a gift but like is that too much?” He’s really questioning it all. Normally Jungkook wouldn’t be so unsure. You’re just his everything. You fill him with a great sense of joy. Getting this right is crucial.

“She’s going to love it.” His brother states on the other end of the phone calming your boyfriend down.

“You’ve known her your whole life, don’t be so scared Kook. You know her better than anyone else and luckily she feels the same way. Be yourself, that’s who she fell for.” Jin tells him.

“You’re right hyung! Thank you for always listening to me. I know I’m a lot.” Jungkook makes sure he expresses his gratitude. He’s thankful for Jin. Truly means it.

“Yes, you are a lot. Now make her the happiest girl on earth.”

“Will do!” Jungkook states before hanging up. He takes one last look around. Everything is finally in place. So he gets up and then heads home to change.

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Once he gets home he takes his phone out to text you. He forgot to check in with you while he was on the rooftop.

-Hey baby, how’s your day going?

Naekkeo🤍🪽: I miss you and I’m hungry!

Yoongi won’t feed me! He’s being weird, can we order dinner?

Jungkook smiles as he reads your message. Yoongi must be getting asked a million questions about food right now. He can already see your frown forming about the lack of nutrients in your body. In your defense, Yoongi does own a restaurant with Jungkook’s older brother Jin. Being food-deprived by him is weird. He decides to play it cool when he responds, but he’s also honest.

- I can’t wait to hear about your day in person. As far as dinner, of course. See you when you get here!

Jungkook hurries and changes into something comfortable. He knows sweatpants and a hoodie seem crazy for a rooftop dinner and movie. It’s one of his more expensive ones though and he also knows you’re gonna want to cuddle while watching a movie, and that rooftops get a little chilly. He should be himself like Jin said.

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He finally hears the door open and smiles at the sound of you walking in. He knows you’re doing your usual entrance routine with Bam. Teaching Bam to give you high fives was the coolest thing when he was a puppy. It’s cute that you still make sure he’s included when you walk in. It’s really nice to have you back home too.

You finally walk into the room and see your boyfriend smiling at you as he sits on the bed, you climb onto his lap and kiss him.

“Missed you so so much!” you’ve been waiting all day to see him. The excitement in your voice is evident.

“I missed you too baby.” He says and then he watches you sit your head back up, noticing your brows are now furrowed in.

“Wait, why are you dressed and not in home clothing? What’s the reason for this shirt blocking my view?” You ask him, tilting your head. You try and lift his shirt but he swats your hand away, cracking up in the process.

“You can see me shirtless later! You’re about to change into something too. My hoodie is over there. You can keep your jeans on, but I recommend wearing sneakers.”

You tilt your head some more and Jungkook kisses the middle of your forehead.

“Always worrying. I’m taking you to dinner. Go change.” He pats you lightly on the butt.

You smile and get up. Dinner out of the house sounds like fun. You wouldn’t care if it was fast food. You genuinely love spending time with him. Always have.

You throw on his hoodie and your sneakers since he recommended it. He holds his hand out for you to take, and you both head to his car. Once you’re both inside Jungkook starts searching for something.

“Ah almost forgot. Blindfold time.” He says flashing a smile, his nose scrunching a little.

“If you’re trying to kill me for taking so long to be your girlfriend, Jimin will find you.” You joke and he laughs.

“No one is dying here. If you’re gone, then I can’t be your boyfriend. That would suck.” He assures you but then continues. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you on a proper date, hmm?”

That makes you smile, per usual. You really weren’t expecting a date today. You would have prepared more, but you trust him. He would tell you if you looked crazy leaving the house for sure. Plus, you’re kind of already done up from hanging out with Yoongi.

“Anything you do is great. You would be a mediocre boyfriend though.” You say while pointing at him agreeing. You’re so cute.

“And I don’t want that. I want to be the world’s best boyfriend. Come here.” He responds

You let him slide the blindfold over you, stealing a kiss before he can adjust the tightness to make sure you can’t peak.

“You barely hesitated to let me put that on you. You probably like that, don’t you?”He’s laughing. Something you’ll never get tired of hearing. You pick up on his little comment though.

You reach to feel for his arm since you can’t see, and once you do find it, you slap him playfully.

“You’re always being kinky!” You say and he laughs some more.

“You literally tried to strip me of my clothes a few minutes ago on the bed.” Fair point.

“I just wanted a peak!” You can’t even see him but it’s making your heart flutter. Putting one hand on your thigh as he puts the car in gear.

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“Okay, I’m gonna open your door, and crouch down to get on my back, okay baby?”

“You keep calling me baby, only future husbands can do that .” You say as you follow his instructions crouching down.

“That’s not a problem for me at all. Been waiting my whole life for a chance. We can get married.” He is serious, whether you believe him or not. He doesn’t mean now of course but eventually, he’d love it.

If Jungkook knows how to do anything- he knows how to make your cheeks red and have you smile like an idiot. You wish you could see his face right now. He probably has a smile as big as yours on his own.

Once you’re on his back he starts walking and you recognize the movement of him going up some steps. You smile to yourself. He really could have told you to walk but he’s carrying you up flights of stairs, on his back. How can he be so manly but so cute all the time?

“Okay, we are here. I’m gonna sit you down now.” He crouches down and lets you off. You’re safely in the middle.

“I wanna see!” You say. The amount of enthusiasm you have makes Jungkook’s heart skip. Seriously, Why are you so cute? He’ll have to remember to thank your mom another time for making you.

He hurries and walks to the table he set up to get the flower bouquet and then he walks to you. Undoing your blindfold and smiling.

“It’s officially our first date, I wanted to surprise you.” He sing-songs looking at you with the biggest smile on his face. Stretching his arms out to hand you a bouquet. It’s beautiful, just like him. The message with them makes you feel warm inside.

’Thank you for choosing me,

I am so happy that it’s finally us!

HAPPY FIRST DATE TO MY GIRLFRIEND (never gonna get tired of calling you that)

- Koo <3 ’

As you look around, you feel your eyes get teary and then you smile and look at him.

“Jungkook! This is so nice!!” You say and reach for his face, kissing him softly on the lips.

“ I just want you to know I feel really lucky to be your boyfriend.” He holds you close to his chest

“Kook, you really did all this for me?” You say peeking up at him. Jungkook looks down at you. Your pretty eyes glancing back at his. You’re always going to be his type.

He smiles and nods his head proudly. “Well yeah… because I love you.” He says matter of factly.

You return his smile. “I love you. I feel really lucky to be your girlfriend.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you for always sticking by my side. You have no idea how horrible things feel when you aren’t there with me. You deserve all of this and more.” He says kissing your forehead.

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You’re now situated on the bean bags while the projector plays movies. Sitting in his lap-Just like he knew you would be.

“Do you remember when we found this place? ” He asks you as he holds you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“Yeah, I remember someone dragging me up a weird staircase at ten years old..” You giggle and poke his chest while looking up at him.

“In my defense, we used to love a good adventure. It wasn’t anything too dangerous. We always stood in the middle. We always take the staircase that leads up here and not the ladder, it’s been a foolproof plan for a while.” He points out and brushes your hair out of your face. You guys have been reminiscing all night. The food was excellent, so now you’re paying minimal attention to the movie. He kisses your cheek and then he just stops. He’s staring at you…

“What?”

“You’re just really fucking cute.” He says as he leans to kiss you passionately. Jungkook continues “And I’m glad you liked my idea, I spent all day trying to impress you. This just worked out way better than I expected.” He holds you tightly and then remembers something…

He didn’t even show you the snow globe he got to commemorate the occasion. He was too busy making sure you were eating. He will never forget your face when he got you the first one, he also broke that one but…it was an accident. He swears! He just finds it cute how happy you get every time he gives you one.

You part your mouth interrupting his thoughts. “I’ve been impressed by you my whole life, you have officially ruined me for any other guy. I was impressed back then, I’m impressed now.” You make sure he understands, as your fingers play with the zipper on his jacket.

“Thank you, I’m glad that you love me just as much as I love you.” He says again smiling. He’s been doing that a lot lately. So have you. You’re with the right person and it couldn’t feel any better.

“You have a present on the table and I forgot to give it to you.” He’s looking at you. Dimples on display, eyebrows raised and another cute little grin is plastered across his face.

Your head shoots up, so he stands up leading you to the table. Then hands you the box to unwrap the snow globe. A childhood picture of you and a young Jungkook in matching panda onesies from his 4th birthday. You’ve been asking for this photo for years and he always told you no because it was his favorite.

“Koo! Oh my god! You really are gonna let me have this?”

He nods yeah one more time. He watches you shake the snow globe and skip around out of happiness. He’s happy just watching you enjoy it. Your joy shines through in this moment. He loves it. He loves you.

“If four-year-old me knew the girl who spilled banana milk on my panda pajamas would be the love of my life. He might’ve smiled more in this picture, instead of sticking his tongue out at you.” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Interesting, you put your tongue into my mouth nowadays.” You’re so unserious, What is he gonna do with you?

“Now who’s the kinky one? Come here.” He says as he wraps his hand around your neck tilting your head upward lightly choking you as he swallows your moans into the kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth.

“Proving me right?” You say raising one eyebrow and he nods his head yeah while grinning. Then pecks you one more time on your lips and kisses the tip of your nose.

“One more gift.” He says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Jewelry box for tonight’s final touch - a necklace with his initials on it. He carefully places it around your neck.

“There.” He says kissing the crook of your neck.

You reach and touch the JK that now sits perfectly on your chest. Jungkook Is the man of your dreams. No question about it.

“I love this! I’m never taking it off!” You say spinning in his arms to face him and shower him in kisses

“I got a necklace!” You start kissing his right cheek

“And it’s got my favorite person on it!” Now you’re kissing his other cheek.

“I’m never gonna..” You say kissing him with all your being.

“Take it off.” He says finishing the phrase for you and smiling at you. You’re both giggling and just smiling at each other as he sways you back and forth in his arms. The fondness between the both of you is obvious.

You both just stare into each other’s eyes for a while until you break the silence.

“Wanna go home?” You ask him.

He pecks your lips one more time spinning you in his arms. Your back is now to his chest. So, he slides his hand over your heart, sits his chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear.

“I’m already there.”

Best. First. Date. Ever.

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potatoplace · 1 month ago

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Pretty In Pink

Mor x Reader

kinktober day 11 (late...) | public play, lingerie, mirrors

kinktober '24 masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: You've been struggling with your confidence after your most recent breakup. Luckily, your best friend Mor is an expert in confidence. She has a foolproof plan to get you your confidence back: lingerie shopping.

Warnings: smut, really just like fingering, public play

Words: ~2.2k

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late! But it's here now, just some nice Mor boosting your confidence and also wanting to get in your pants. And she definitely does. I hope you guys like it!

18+ only pls

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You were sitting on your couch in sweatpants and a hoodie when your front door swung open, revealing your best friend Mor, arms laden with two grocery bags. She was clad in a red knit dress, her signature color also on her lips.

Mor never did miss an opportunity to look nice.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t felt like dressing up in weeks.

Okay, two months.

But that was because your shitty ex’s parting words to you were along the lines of “You’re just not hot enough for me to keep dating.”

Mor had had plenty to say about that, especially with the fact that she considered you far out of his league.

That’s in the past though. The only part of it still clinging to you is your confidence- or lack thereof.

“I got our usual- two bottles of champagne, a bottle of orange juice, croissants, and chocolate covered strawberries,” Mor said excitedly, placing the bags on the kitchen counters after shutting the door behind her with her foot.

“That’s lovely, Mor, thank you,” you said as you stood from the couch and met her in the kitchen. “Is there anything specific you had in mind for today? I couldn’t think of anything to do besides watch a movie.”

Mor nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing as she did. “I have an idea that I think you will think you’ll hate, but you will have a fantastic time instead.” She paused, her chocolate eyes meeting yours, their warmth spreading into you. “I want to take you lingerie shopping.”

“Oh, Mor, I don’t think-”

She cut you off, “I think you need to feel sexy again on your own to fully recover from this breakup. I know, I know, you said that you’re over it, but I can tell that you’re still stuck in your head! I just want to remind you that you are sexy and beautiful and that dickhead never deserved you,” Mor explained passionately, not letting you interrupt her, as many times as you wanted to.

But she did have a point. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, just to try stuff on for fun?

“As long as it’s not in a mall, I suppose that would be fine. But if I hate it we’re coming back, drinking our mimosas, and watching some sappy romcom. Deal?”

Mor grinned brightly at you. “Deal. And just so you know, we’re probably coming back and doing that anyways.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at her before turning in the direction of your room. “I’ll just change and then we can go.”

“Sounds good, cupcake. I’ll put away the goods while you do.”

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Fifteen minutes later, the two of you were inside Mor’s sleek town car, and another fifteen minutes after that you had pulled up in front of a charming looking brick building, display windows filled with mannequins dressed in laces and sheer fabrics, the name Renata’s printed across the glass front door.

Mor pulled you inside, a cheery bell ringing as you passed through the door.

“Ah, Mor, it’s lovely to see you!” A beautiful redhead exclaimed as she walked towards the two of you from the back of the store. “And you brought a friend! It’s nice to meet you, my name is Renata,” she said as she grabbed your hands firmly in hers for a moment before letting them go.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you as well. Your shop is beautiful,” you said, and you were being honest. The walls were done in a light wooden color, with swaths of fabric in varying shades of pink adding some coziness to the space, along with the many couches settled around the store. There were also three large dressing rooms on the back wall of the store.

And the racks upon racks of gorgeous lingerie, each piece more beautiful than the last.

“Were the two of you looking for anything specific today?”

Mor shook her head, answering for you. “No, we’re just looking for something for Y/N here to get her feeling sexy again.”

You blushed lightly at her words, not wanting everyone to know that she’s having confidence issues…

“Oh, I understand that! Take your time, and if you need any different sizes or colors or anything else, just come and ask me,” Renata said warmly before departing for the desk at the back of the store.

You looked around nervously, unsure of where to start.

And Mor could tell, thankfully. She led you by the hand to the nearest rack, holding so many beautiful pieces of lingerie.

“What do you normally like to buy?” Mor asked as she started pulling out the pieces that interested her, looking at them on their own before putting them back on the rack.

“Oh, um… It’s been a while since I’ve bought any for myself, Trent was the one who bought them for me most of the time,” you confessed.

“Did you like the ones that he bought you?”

Your face scrunched at the images that came to mind- a bright, bright red, highly uncomfortable bra and panty set, the bras underwire nearly cutting into your skin on the first wear and the lace of both pieces irritating your skin. “Not particularly, no.”

“Alright, so we’ll go the exact opposite of those. Was it just a bra and panties?” Mor asked, hitting the nail on the head. You nodded. “So we’ll look at baby dolls, teddies, and chemises. Any colors that you want?”

“Not red.”

Mor gasped, hand to her heart. “So rude to my favorite color! That’s fine, more for me,” Mor said with devilish smirk thrown your way as she continue rifling through the racks. “Go on, look at some cupcake!”

You sighed but did as she asked, hands gently flitting between soft laces and sheer fabrics, lingering on a baby pink chemise. You pulled it off of the rack it rested on, your free hand running over the sheer fabric and lace covering the bust- soft and not at all irritating on your skin, and the cut of it was lovely. It looked like it would cover half of your breasts, just above the nipple, leave a tantalizing amount of skin on display with the thin lace straps to frame the area. And the skirt of the dress was flowy, you would bet money on it flaring out when you spin around.

This one you were definitely trying on.

After finding the first piece you wanted to try on, picking them out was easier. You just chose the ones that caught your eye.

Once you had a decent selection, you wandered over to the dressing rooms to find Mor, also standing with an armful of clothes.

“You found so many! That perfect, now you have so many to try on! Now, get in there and start trying them on!” Mor said, pushing you into one of the roomy dressing rooms and dumping the clothes in her arms on the table inside.

“These are all for me?” You asked her, slightly concerned.

“Mhm! You don’t have to try on the ones I picked out for you, but I thought you might like them. I’ll wait outside, and you can show me the ones that you like.” And with that, Mor left the dressing room, closing the door softly behind her.

You sighed softly before moving over to the table, placing your own findings onto it.

Five pieces in and you didn’t like a single one.

You were starting to lose hope.

You grabbed the pink chemise that you had picked out first, figuring that if you liked any of them, it would be that one. You stripped out of the dark blue teddy that Mor had picked out for you, returning it to its hanger before slipping the chemise over your head, taking a moment to adjust the way your chest sat in the fabric.

And it was perfect.

It was soft and girly, but still sexy with how much skin it showed up top. Your nipples were just barely covered by the fabric, and still slightly visible through the light pink lace with how sheer the pink fabric underneath was. It came to just about your mid thigh, and when you spun around, it flared out at the bottom in the way that you’d hoped.

“Mor?” You asked as you peeked out from the doorway, doing your best to keep your modesty in the store.

“Yes, Y/N?” The blonde asked from her spot on a pink couch in front of the dressing rooms, flicking through a magazine.

“Come in here, I need you to judge this one for me.” Mor’s head turned upwards, her eyes catching on your head poking out of the door. She shook her head and smiled, then dropped the magazine back on the side table and walked towards you.

You retreated back into the dressing room, slightly nervous at what she would say. She was your friend, yes, but she was also incredibly beautiful.

Mor shut the door behind her quietly before she turned to face you. Her eyes widened as she took you in, her cheeks pinking slightly.

You squirmed under her intense gaze. “What?” You asked nervously.

“Just- you are so, so beautiful and sexy.” With heated cheeks you looked away from her. “And I mean it. Like, looking at you right now, I want to devour you. Even though we’re in public and even though you’re my best friend. You look fantastic in this, cupcake,” Mor said softly, closing the distance between the two of you.

Your cheeks were flaming now, both from the compliments and the meaning of her words. “Thank you, Mor,” you whispered breathily into the space between you- less than a foot now, and Mor’s hands now on your waist.

“You’re welcome,” Mor said with a smile, her brown eyes molten chocolate as they met yours.

And then your mouths met, the distance closed in half a thought from the both of you. Your arms wrapped around her neck as hers wrapped around your waist, the both of you pulling each other as close as you could.

When you broke away, the both of you were breathless, excited at the now blurred lines of friendship between you.

“Devour me,” you breathed.

And Mor didn’t disappoint.

She turned you in her arms so that you were facing the mirror, her chest pressed tightly to your back. One of her hands snaked up to pull one side of the dress down to expose your chest, the other moving down to slip underneath your panties that you’d left on. It dipped down into your folds, Mor sighing contentedly after finding you already wet for her.

“If I’d known you liked me so much, I would’ve made a move on you so much earlier,” Mor whispered into your ear, her red lips hovering teasingly over your neck.

“If I’d known you liked me so much, I would’ve made a move on your earlier,” you replied softly, breath catching when her fingers slipped over your clit.

“Fair enough. We should both be honest about how hot we find each other. Like, you right now? The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Look at yourself,” Mor commanded, nudging your head to look at the mirror from where it had lolled against her shoulder. You did, and found that she was right.

You looked amazing right now, your skin flushed and glowing from Mor’s attentions, the chemise accentuating your chest- and just the sight of your breast in Mor’s hand, her thumb rolling over your nipple was enough to have you believing her words in that moment.

And Mor behind you, looking as gorgeous as ever, the desire in her expression only enhancing her beauty.

Her fingers were slipping over your clit quickly, doing their best to bring you to the brink quickly, lest the two of you get caught.

But that thought only made it more exciting, the danger of being found with your best friend’s hand down your panties, of a single moan giving your activities away to the store owner outside.

“Fuck, Mor, I’m-”

“Shh, I know, cupcake, just stay quiet, okay? Here’s my thumb just in case,” Mor said quietly, moving her hand from your breast to pop her thumb into your mouth. “Look me in the eyes when you cum, love,” Mor commanded.

So you did, your eyes meeting hers as you fell over the edge, mostly silent cries being fully muffled by her thumb. You shook lightly in her hold, leaning back against her for support as you came down, sucking lightly on her thumb as her fingers slowed.

“Feeling good, little cupcake?” Mor asked, a satisfied smile on her face as she kept her eyes locked on your in the mirror.

“Mhm… I could use a nap now though,” you giggled. “Thank you, Mor. You were right. I did like it.”

Mor smirked at you. “I told you that you would. Of course, I am a great helper at making things fun.”

You smiled at her. “Yes you are… Now, I should change back into my clothes. But I’m definitely getting this,” you said, running your hands up and down the chemise.

“I’ll go wait outside, so we don’t arouse suspicion,” Mor said with a wink, leaving the dressing room after pressing one last kiss to your lips.

You returned to your pile of clothes, stripping the chemise off of yourself.

Just what had the two of you started? You thought to yourself with a slight smile.

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Fairytale (M/F/A) P1.5 :: l.mh

Synopsis: Minho doesn't pretend to know everything, but he's positive that he knows this much is true.

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: Mafia AU. Fluff, some angst, smut! Established friendship to relationship. Secrets.

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ audience! Small SMUT moment, mention of violence, mentions of weapons- (not in this part but in others) please don't read if anything related to violence are triggers for you in any way, shape, or form. This little series will not be without some deaths, sadly, I mean, they are mafia after all... Cursing, crying. The usual pet names- baby, jagi.

(A/N:: Just a little filler part that I wanted to do. I felt like it would be nice to see some of Minho's inner thoughts about them. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, please let me know if I've left any warnings out)

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

It was a question that Minho seemed to keep asking himself whenever he had to cancel plans with you because something happened or he had a mission, but you never questioned him about why he needed to leave your place at 2 or 3 in the morning to go to work, or why he was canceling dinner plans only hours before he was supposed to pick you up.

Before he knew it, months had gone by, and you two were still together, and even then, you still never asked him about all the little work related mishaps that he had to deal with. Until one night, about 5 months into being together, he came over and was sporting a nasty looking bruise along his jaw, and his lip was busted up a little.

You frowned at him the minute he stepped foot into your apartment, seeing the look on his face. “What happened to you?” You asked, quickly getting up from the couch and rushing towards him.

He sighed as he set his things down by the door, “Some crazy asshole tried to get to Chan today. I threw myself in between them so Chan didn’t get hurt.”

Mostly true, but then again, you didn’t need every detail.

You were silent for a moment as you gently touched his cheek, nudging his chin to turn his head so you could really look at the damage.

“Someone tried to attack your boss?” You asked, the genuine surprise in your tone not lost on Minho as you led him into the bathroom to put some ointment on the cut on his lip and to tend to the bruises you could see beginning to form along his jaw. “Why?”

“He was some protester, I guess.” Minho shrugged, leaning against the bathroom counter as you moved around him. “He’s convinced that the company is responsible for that accident that happened at that product factory a couple weeks back. And since it’s Chan’s company, he blames Chan for it.”

You frowned deeply, holding Minho’s chin between your fingers to keep him still, “Even an idiot would know that Chan and the company aren’t responsible for what happened at that factory.” You shook your head, “Chan’s got power and money, yes, but he’s not corrupt or evil. And he’s definitely not going to blow up his own factory and kill innocent people in the process for any reason.”

Minho flinched as you wiped an alcohol covered cotton pad across the cut, “You’ve never met him and yet you sound so sure about him.” He commented, admittedly letting his own curiosity of what you’d think loosen his mouth a little. “How do you know he isn’t corrupt or evil?”

You simple peered up at him, gently applying the healing ointment to his lip now, and smiled softly, “Because I don’t think you’d have put yourself in front of him, if he was either of those things.” You answered easily. “You’re not corrupt, or evil, so I doubt you’d work for someone who is.”

“I could be.” He said softly, his eyes following your every move.

You stopped putting the first aid kit away, staring back up at Minho with soft eyes and an even softer smile, “You carry cat treats in your pockets when we go on walks because of the stray cats around this neighborhood. You help Mrs. Yang down the hall with her groceries when you see her struggling in the lobby. You wave at kids on the street whenever we go somewhere.” You grinned up at him, “You are not corrupt or evil, baby.”

“You sound awfully sure about that.” He countered, an almost undetectable edge to his words.

You looked him in the eyes. “Because I am sure about it,” You replied easily. “I have never once felt unsafe with you, or around you. You actually make me feel the safest I’ve felt since I was a child and given all the things I’ve seen in my life, that’s as close to a miracle as it gets, Min.”

You were both quiet for a moment before you gave him a gentle smile, “Is Chan okay?”

He let out a small sigh and nodded, “Completely, yeah. The guy never got near him.”

“Thanks to you,” you offered him a gentle smile. “Did Chan have the guy arrested or is he pressing charges on your behalf?”

Minho hesitated for a mere second in his reply, knowing that where that guy was currently locked up was the furthest thing from a lawful imprisonment that someone could get when it came to Chan or the guys, “Something like that, yeah.”

You nodded, “Good. Then whatever happens to him from here on out is entirely deserved for trying to attack your boss.” Then you let out a soft breath, “I’m just glad that you’re okay, though. You’re not in too much pain, are you?” You asked, gently cupping his slightly bruised cheek.

He shook his head, “I’ve dealt with much worse, jagi, don’t worry about me.”

You gave him a look, “Normally I don’t, but when you show up at my apartment at almost midnight with a face that’s bloody and bruised, it’s kind of hard not to, my love.”

You both fell into a quick silence once again. Minho was waiting for you to truly begin questioning him about what really happened, while you were just looking over his face, really taking in his very minor injuries. You had questions- of course you had questions- but you weren’t going to ask any of them because it wasn’t anything he wanted to talk about, clearly. If he did, he never would’ve stopped talking in the first place.

But you never asked anything else.

He just continued to stare down at you for another moment, before he grabbed the sides of your face, quickly blanketing your lips with his. He knew he caught you off guard, but you kissed him back eagerly, gripping the sides of his shirt in your hands as you relaxed into the kiss, letting him pull you as close as possible before he slowly wrapped his hands under your thighs, and lifted you from the floor.

You pulled away from his lips in surprise, eyes wide as he carried you out of the bathroom and straight to your bed. He peered up at you, standing with his knees just barely brushing the mattress, set on laying you down as you stared at each other.

You could see the words swirling behind his eyes, but he wasn’t actually saying anything, as you gently stroked his cheek with one hand, the other still threaded in the back of his hair. “What are you thinking about, my love?” You whispered, your nose brushing his.

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

Minho would admit to not knowing everything, but he was as sure about you as he was about breathing. And while he was still hesitant about many things because this was so entirely new to him, and his only example for something similar went down in flames, and is now the reason Chan implemented new foundations for new protocols within the crew for safety.

You were nothing like Haerin- Minho hadn’t trusted her from the moment Chan introduced her to the boys- but you? Minho was captivated by you the moment he laid eyes on you. And he felt as comfortable around you as he did around all the boys, he always has.

He took that to mean that his sixth sense was still working, he’d never been wrong about someone or something yet, not even after all the years he’s spent not trusting a single person other than the crew, or you.

There was something about you that he could never pinpoint, something that told him you were everything you seemed to be where he was concerned. You had your secrets, but he didn’t push about knowing them, anymore than you pushed him to know his.

How did Minho know that things with you would be any different?

Because you showed him every single day that you wanted the person he was at 2 in the morning while you both are wrapped up together in your bed, talking about how he’d reorder the letters of the alphabet if he had to.

And when you asked him how work was at the end of the day, it was the same questions, “How was your day, baby?” and, “I hope you had a good day today because my god, you look too handsome to not have had a good day.” And honestly, his favorite to answer to when he tells you it was a slow day, “Did your day go as slow as mine did today because you missed me so much?”

You never asked for more, and when he tells you that he doesn’t want to talk about his day, you smile at him, kiss his cheek and tell him that it’s okay, “We can just make dinner, then.” And the night goes on like he’s just some regular joe kinda boyfriend.

Minho doesn’t pretend to know everything, but he’s positive that he knows this much is true.

He let out a breath through his nose, pecking your lips once, twice, three times before he knelt on the bed. “How much I love you.” He mumbled gently laying you on your back as he trailed soft kissed from your lips, down your neck, across the bare skin of your chest, where you shirt didn’t cover, before he was planting his lips back on yours again.

His words rang in your ears, and you slowly pulled away from him, your eyes flicking between his. “You mean that?”

He cupped your cheek, a small smile on his face, “With everything I have.”

You blinked, “Say it again.” You whispered.

He pecked your lips once, mumbling against them, “I love you.”

You hummed softly into the next kiss, hands tangled in his hair, “I love you.” You said against his lips.

The weight of his body on top of yours was comforting and yet, also lighting a fire within you, the longer he kissed you- which by now felt like an eternity. His hands trailed along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he held and gripped different parts of you. And you could feel that you weren’t the only one being affected.

“Min,” You breathed softly, your eyes closed at the feeling of his lips pressed to your neck, before you gasped in pleasure when he sank his teeth into your skin.

“I want you.” He panted against your shoulder, “Fuck, I-I need you, baby.”

You felt yourself nodding before he’d even finished talking, gripping the back of his head tightly, pulling his lips back to yours, “Please, Minho. Please, touch me.” You begged, arching your back and pressing your chest into his.

He let out a strained noise, quickly kissing you again, and letting his hand wander a little lower than before, his fingertips dancing along the band of your sweatpants for only a moment before he slid his hand under the elastic.

You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of him applying gentle pressure against your clit before he started teasing your slit, was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’re soaked already, baby,” He smirked against your lips, teasingly rubbing his finger up and down your slit even slower, “What should I do about that, hmm?”

You let out a shaky breath, as he continued his ministrations, “Do anything, just don’t be gentle about it.”

He chuckled darkly, nudging his nose against your jaw, “Oh, baby, no. Of course not.” His breath fanned your neck before he pressed the lightest kiss to your skin, “I’m not going to make love to you, I’m not even going to fuck you.”

You whined, your brows pinching together as you shot him a pleading look, “Please.”

He cupped your jaw with his other hand, keeping your eyes on his as he smiled wickedly, “You’re still going to get my cock, baby, don’t worry. But this time- this time, I’m going to own you. Completely.” His eyes searched yours, “Got it?”

You whimpered, your mind already fuzzy from just him toying with you, but his words were sending your brain into a haze as you nodded as much as you could with him tightly holding your jaw.

“Use your words, Kitten. You never stop using that pretty mouth, so don’t stop now.”

Your eyes closed as he suddenly plunged two fingers into your core, easily hitting that spongy spot within you. “Fuck!” You moaned, digging your nails into his bicep. “Yes, baby. I’m yours, you know I’m always all yours.” You babbled, already feeling the not in your stomach tightening. “Use me, own me, do whatever you want to me.” You panted, throwing your head further into the mattress.

Minho’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you squeeze your eyes shut tighter as you moaned out his name like a prayer. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, and just from the way your hips were twitching, he knew you were already getting close. So he stopped. Pulling his fingers from you and from inside your pants before bringing them to his lips.

You whined, your head shooting up as you looked at him with slightly tear filled eyes, “No, please! I was so close, baby. Please, don’t stop.”

Minho just let out a low chuckle at you, before he grabbed the waistband on your pants, “I’m just getting started, baby. You don’t want it to be over already, do you?”

Your chest heaved in frustration as you stayed on your back, staring up at him as he pulled your sweats off, along with your panties, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

If he thought you’d become some pliant little princess without some kind of backtalk, he was sadly mistaken, and didn’t know you as well as you thought he did.

You took a deep breath, trying to let your heart rate come down some more from your stolen orgasm, before you smirked up at him. “You can make me cum more than once, can’t you? You have before.”

He stopped unbuttoning his own pants and stared at you, slowly raising an eyebrow at your words. He nodded slowly a few times, his tongue poking out of his mouth, running it over his lips before he grinned at you, “Should’ve known you say some dumb shit.” He sighed affectionately, sliding his pants off finally, “I hope you know what you’ve just done, kitten. Because now I get to see how many times you can cum before you’re begging me to stop.”

You felt the excitement thrumming within you, mixing with the slight hesitancy as his words, watching him finish stripping down to nothing in front of you.

“Take it off.”

You met his eyes, “What?”

You watched his smirk widen when he realized that you’d been staring at the rest of him. “Your shirt.” He told you again, gesturing to it with just his eyes, “Take it off, or I’ll rip it off you myself.”

You swallowed thickly, reaching for the hem of it as you held his gaze, “Is that a promise?” You asked, your voice low as a playful smile tugged at your lips.

“Test me and find out.” He challenged you, a look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly dropped your hands back to the bed beside you.

“Rip it off then.”

He kept your gaze as he knelt back on the bed, settling in between your open legs, and slowly trailing his hands up your legs until he’d reached the tops of your thighs. “You really want to test the boundaries tonight, don’t you?” He asked, continuing to drag his hands up your body.

The shirt bunched up slightly under his hands as his hands met your ribcage, fingers splayed wide along your sides before he took both hands, and grabbed at the collar of the shirt and pulled. The sound of tearing fabric sent a jolt of excitement through your body, and you gasped when he let both sides of the destroyed shirt fall to your sides, leaving your chest bare below him to stare at.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment as his eyes roamed your body, before he caught your eyes again and smirked, “Let’s see how much you can take then, huh?”

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