#band of brothers react

[strangethings-everywhere]

rip to babe heffron and bill guarnere, you would’ve loved bullying chiefs fans on the internet and cheering for the eagles today (they’d probably get kicked out of the stadium)

[ficandkaboodle]

🧠Brain: What if we meet Papa V and he is indeed Copia’s twin —

👩🏽‍🦱Me:

🧠Brain: — and it turns out he knew who their mother was. Maybe not the entire time, but certainly longer than Copia. Like, Sister informed him of who he was way before she informed Copia. And it just leaves Copia with the realization that Sister really did leave him as much out of her life as possible while still pulling strings for him. She granted him success but didn’t provide him the love he sought by trying to be successful in the first place. She thought she was doing the right thing and he feels conflicted about being upset about it, and just winds up distancing himself from the only living relative he has left. Meanwhile the twin, who has always been disconnected from everyone period, is dealing with the fact the one relative he has left wants nothing to do with him —

👩🏽‍🦱Me:

[technicolourcowboy]

Finished drawing the babygirls… don’t look at me

CW: suggestive? I guess?? Those vines be climbin’

🌱😳🌱😳🌱

Just an insatiably horny plant demon and his farm boy(friend) Hanging Out!!! 😇

Fraternizing with a band mate is never a good idea 😔 have you learned NOTHING from Fleetwood Mac 😾

But Mallory loves to wind him up and watch him go 🤭🤭🌱💕

👆Tucking flowers into his hair… or trying to at least.. the romance of it all 🙂🫶

👇+ a closeup of Hally’s last 2 brain cells freaking the fuck out

That’s it thank yewww 😼🫰

[horsegirl-curtis]

Big fan of platonic greaser gang that still shows each other affection all in their own ways because they're all the others have got and Darry is out here protecting all of them the best he can, he sees them all as his brothers but he'd never say it out loud, at least not before the events of Johnny and Dally's deaths. Two-Bit jokingly says that he's gonna steal Pony from Darry, only to hear that Ponyboy said that Two-Bit is about as much of a brother to him as Sodapop is.

[lesbians4kurt]

ain’t nobody goin’ home

[slinky-skater-rat]

Back talking about Trolls 3!!

If the soundtrack isn't like the 2nd movie with its Banger after Banger ost, I'll be severely dissapointent :/ . If my hopes about the Grandma reveal is true, I hope we get a ballad where each brother gives their perspective of the passing of Grandma Rosiepuff (I remembered her name!) And then the song switches to Branch singing about his feelings then, at the end we get all the vocals harmonizing. I didn't mention much of Poppy, but my hopes are that she's like the mediator. As a fan, she can see the perspective of the brothers in their decision to break apart, but as Branches girlfriend, she can sympathize with his conflicting feelings over being left behind to face a greatly traumatic event. I also hope that if the central conflict is Branch facing his past, we get to see some flashbacks of him and his brothers touring, Grandma Rosiepuff, and if she's even related to the boys, and also some lore! I'm not going to be a continuity critic, but I'm curious how the writers will handle the troll tree since the burgens had the trolls trapped there. How did the Brozone band tour? Was this after the trolls escaped the troll tree, and if so, what was their perspective of Bergens being a treat? Did they perceive them as a fairy tale or just something long gone in troll history? Also, did they have a manager? Who handled the marketing? Do entertainment companies exist in the Trolls cinematic universe???? All that aside, what about their parents? Were they eaten by Bergens??? Are they orphans? If the movie doesn't flop and there's a fourth installment, I hope it's about Cooper, I got no clue what would happen in the movie, but he's my favorite so I'll watch it regardless.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

[kindsummer]

i'm driving past ghosts - kindsummer

If love could have saved you, you would have lived. Lewis remembered how irrationally angry he had been when his father chose that specific epitaph for Blanche’s headstone. His sister had killed herself, and Stanhope had decided that irony was worth the esteem from his wealthy social circle. Despite Blanche having an incredibly small social circle, the funeral had been as widely attended as their mother’s a few years before. The flashbulbs of paparazzi’s cameras had blinded Lewis when he’d given the eulogy, but he’d powered through, his teeth gritted and his jaw clenched so tightly it was sore afterward.

[incomprehensi-bull]

do you ever do something while you're just a little too sleep deprived and now you're thinking wild thoughts about it because it seeped into your subconscious like a wine stain on a white carpet. anyway i've been playing a lot of stardew valley lately

[fandommothfreak]

I think Duke should be immortal in the "cannot die" sense and Jason should be immortal in the "cannot stay dead" sense and that they should keep this a secret from everyone including each other. And then they should both get caught in a situation that Absolutely Should Kill Them Instantly, miraculously not die, and then be like:

Like Jason shields Duke from some massive explosion or something, and Duke is horrified because he thinks Jason just pointlessly sacrificed himself for someone who would've been fine anyway - only for Jason to very casually come back from the dead, look at a completely unscathed Duke Thomas, and go, "Hey, what the fuck."

And Duke should look at a freshly revived Jason Todd and be like, "Me what the fuck? No you what the fuck."

And they end up both agreeing to not say a word about this to the rest of the Bats. Which poses issues. Because here you have a pair of unhinged vigilante siblings that do not fear death, that additionally now know they don't have to fear each other's deaths either, both unwilling to give anything less than everything they have to do what they think is right (and/or what they really, really want to).

So. Some things that happen in consequence:

Duke throws Jason off a fifty-story building in pursuit of some shoplifting rich asshole that was caught on camera insulting Duke's favorite metal band and being a classist fuck about it. This does, incidentally, re-traumatize Nightwing, who was ten feet away and not prepared to see his little brother yeeted off the side of a building, no grapple in sight - but it also traumatizes the shoplifter when Jason lands right in front of him, grotesquely knits himself back together, and rises from the ground in a distinctly horrifying fashion just to beat the shit out of him. So Duke takes the win.

Jason shoots Duke in the head to get him to stop shining light in his eyes in the middle of a gunfight. He does stop, but only because Batman shows up out of nowhere, and now Duke gets to pretend to be grievously injured while Batman yells at Jason about "self-control" and "maturity" and "putting teammates at risk." Meanwhile Duke is playing up this horrible concussion that he doesn't even have. Jason is seething. (Duke gets checked out at Leslie's. They convince her to lie for them by appealing to her inner petty bitch.)

Jason gets his payback a few months later by poisoning himself at an undercover op and subsequently forcing Duke to drag his dead body around a mob-owned nightclub for like half an hour trying to convince seasoned criminals that this brick shithouse of a man sprawled awkwardly across his back is just... really wasted. Totally not a corpse.

Both Jason and Duke get caught in many, many, many explosions after that initial reveal, and it's always terrifying for the rest of the Bats. It gets to a point where Batman refuses to partner Duke and Jason together for literally anything, because they always act fucking insane. Big metal vehicle moving hundreds of miles an hour towards an unsuspecting civilian? That's okay! Jason will just throw Duke in front if it. Unknown, volatile substance potentially being used by a notorious serial killer to murder his victims? No lab testing required! Duke will just pour a whole pint of the stuff on Jason's bare arm to see how it reacts. Bomb that can't be disarmed? Why wait for backup when these two psychopaths can just grab the thing and jump into the harbor? Like, genuinely. The stress. Bruce is one particularly traumatic incident away from actually considering therapy.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Types of physical affection (BoB)

Genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: a sickening amount of fluff

*gn reader*

Dick Winters // back hugs

Honestly, getting a back hug from him would feel so nice. When he comes home from work, the first thing he does when he sees you is give you a big back hug, the way your head leans back perfectly into the crease of his neck, the way his hands feel wrapped around your waist, it’s almost perfect. Back hugs are definitely his special little way of showing you how much he loves you.

Carwood Lipton // cheek kisses

Omg omg, cheek kisses from him are the sweetest thing ever, like actually, he would definitely give you multiple pecks on the cheek throughout the day, honestly for him, it’s a simple but affective and it’s something he can do in public. And he also thinks it’s the sweetest thing when you give him a kiss on the cheek.

Lewis Nixon // massaging/caressing

After a long day, sometimes you just need a good massage, and he would be more than welcome to give you one, it’s not just massages, more just like caressing your body for you in reassurance, when his hands are on you, he’s just showing you how much he loves you, it’s honestly so relaxing and therapeutic, it just clears your head when you really need it, plus he is always ready to give you one if you need it.

Joe Toye // hip holding

Man just loves holding your hips when you guys are together, whether it’s cuddling, or you’re cooking something and it just so happens that he’s right behind you, he’s holding your hips for you 24/7. 1 because he thinks your hips are a soft place to put his hands, 2 because he is also insanely attracted by your hips like omg. Let him just hold and guide your hips when you guys are together and he will be a happy man

Joe Liebgott // hand squeezing

Let me explain; he would love holding your hand, it’s a perfect amount of pda and it shows that he’s got you in some form or way, when he squeezes your hand it’s so reassuring, it’s his non verbal way letting you know that he loves you, or for example, you start to get nervous or anxious, he’ll squeeze your hand, letting you know that everything will be alright. It’s so cute and it just shows you that he’s there for you.

Bill Guarnere // kissing

He’s a simple man, when he’s excited or is loving you a little extra that day, he’ll give you extra extra kisses. He thinks it’s a pretty straight forward way of showing you that he loves you. He doesn’t care who’s watching, if he feels like it, he’s gonna kiss you no matter what, his kisses could mean anything, a sweet kiss, a passionate kiss, it could be to initiate something or just to tell you he loves you.

George Luz // tickling

If he sees you down and out, the first thing he’s gonna do is ask you if you’re okay, then he’s gonna tickle you, he honestly loves tickling you because he loves to hear you giggle, he thinks it’s so cute and when he sees you smile, he gets sooo happy. It’s also his #1 way of saying sorry to you, if he accidentally made you mad, he’s going to try and tickle his way out of it. It’s a win-win in his eyes.

Eugene Roe // forehead kisses

forehead kisses are his special little thing that shows you how much he cares about you. Going to bed? forehead kisses. About to leave for work? forehead kisses. It’s just such a romantic way to comfort someone in his eyes. A sweet kiss on the forehead and hug after = perfection. Really he loves kissing anywhere on your face, but forehead is his favorite, it’s simple, but it’s so full of love.

Bull Randleman // hugging

Who wouldn’t want to get a hug from this sweet giant? His hugs are honestly so amazing, one hug from him and you will feel like a brand new, he loves giving you a hug because he can tell how much better you feel after getting one. It’s honestly so cute because he will just come up to you out of nowhere and give you a huge hug. His hugs are so soft and full of love, you just can’t get enough.

Floyd Talbert // Wandering hands

He loves just wandering his hands around your body, it’s so romantic to him, finding little birth marks, or little freckles here and there on your body, if you guys are watching a movie, or just cuddling is when he usually does it, it’s not always sexual, but sometimes just feeling your body is so comforting to him, if you let him do it he will be so calm and probably fall asleep 10 minutes into the movie.

Skip Muck // Face kisses

Omg he loves just planting little kisses here and there all over your face, it’s so cute to him just to see a smile come out of you when he does it. Please just let him wake you up by kissing your face at least once, it will literally make him so happy. And if you do it to him? omg he will literally be the happiest man on earth I promise you that, he just loves kissing your face so so much omg.

Don Malarkey // Hand kissing

What’s more romantic than a guy kissing your hand? It’s honestly so cute when he does it. Every time he does it, it makes you feel so much happier, plus it makes him feel just so complete. He’s a total gentleman every time he does it, bae is definitely ✨ the standard ✨ when it comes to romantic gestures. It’s subtle and cute at the same time, and he thinks it’s such a classic, romantic touch that every guy should do.

Babe Heffron // cuddling

Cuddling is such a classic way of comfort for him, when he cuddles you, he’s really just showing you how much he loves and cares for you, (plus how comfy you are) He wants to make sure you feel 100% safe and secure when he’s around so he will always try and cuddle you in some shape or form. Cuddles are a staple in your guys’ relationship and it’s honestly so important when it comes to falling asleep LOL.

Shifty Powers // hand holding

This sweet man loves to hold your hand, it’s a sweet and subtle gesture that shows you he’s here in the moment with you. He just feels so connected to you when he holds your hand tbh, it also makes him feel like he’s doing a good job as your boyfriend, making everyone know that you’re his, but not in a super noticeable way, it’s a super cute way of him showing you that he loves you 😭

Frank Perconte // Stroking your hair

Omg he loves stroking your hair so much, like literally if he starts playing with your hair he will get sleepy on the spot. He thinks your hair is so soft and nice he just can’t not play with it. It’s also so comforting and reassuring when he strokes your hair, it’s his non verbal way of telling you he loves you. He also loves brushing your hair too, he thinks it’s so cute when you get sleepy by him doing it omg.

[geekgirles]

The most unrealistic thing about Trolls Band Together is how little Branch's brothers teased him about getting a girlfriend. I'm sorry, but after seeing how they all reacted to him after 20 years, treating him like a baby despite looking older than some of them (those stress marks, man), there is no way they wouldn't have mercilessly poked fun at him for it, or told more embarrassing things to Poppy about him besides showing her his old baby pictures.

I mean, Bruce is literally a father, there's no way he wouldn't have jokingly said they needed to give Branch The Talk.

[strnilolover]

⌞ need you please ⌝

summary : matt misses you while you’re gone for the day.

wc : 1.9k

warnings : smut. sub!matt. needy matt. dom!reader. mommy!kink. voyeurism. olfactophilia. praising. degrading. explicit content. male masturbation.

you were almost ready to leave, slipping on your sneakers while matt sat at the edge of the couch, arms crossed like a sulking child. he’d been pouting ever since you mentioned going out to run errands, his brows furrowed in frustration as he watched you move around the room.

“do you have to go?” he whined, tilting his head back dramatically. “like, right now? Is it really that important?”

you rolled your eyes, smiling at his antics. “yes, matt, i do. i’ll be back before you know it.”

“but i want you now,” he muttered, gripping your wrist when you passed by him. his fingers curled around yours, pulling you toward him. “just stay. please?” his voice was soft now, coaxing, the same tone he used whenever he was trying to get his way.

your resolve wavered for a second. you could stay. you didn’t exactly want to go out, but if you didn’t do it now, you’d just have to do it later.

“you’re acting like I’m leaving for a whole week,” you teased, running a hand through his hair, your fingers tugging the strands lightly.

“it feels like that,” he grumbled, his hold on your hand tightening slightly. his fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your palm, and the way he looked up at you—eyes dark, lips slightly parted—made your stomach flip.

you leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, but before he could deepen it, you pulled away. “i’ll be back soon,” you murmured, grabbing your bag and slipping out the front door before he could whine again.

the second the door shut behind you, matt let out a heavy sigh, flopping back into the cushion of the couch. “stupid errands,” he muttered to himself, running a hand down his face.

he groans, sitting up once more as he looks around the room. he always hates when you leave to go anywhere, just being left there alone—wanting you.

at first, he tried keeping himself busy.

scrolling through tiktok, but no videos held his attention, except for yours which he kept on drifting to. huffing he tossed his phone to the side, reaching for the tv remote.

he turned on the TV, but every show felt dull without you curled up beside him. he even considered calling one of his brothers, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

he wanted you—no—needed you.

with another groan, he got up, his feet carrying him into your room. the second he stepped inside, he was hit with the scent of you—warm, sweet, comforting. his chest ached. it was embarrassing how much he missed you already. and you hadn’t even been gone for that long.

flopping onto your bed, he buried his face into your pillow, inhaling deeply. your scent lingered on the fabric, soft and intoxicating, and it made his stomach tighten.

and then he saw it.

your stuffed animal—the one you always held at night, the one that sat perfectly on your bed when you weren’t home. without thinking, he grabbed it, pulling it against his chest. His fingers trailed over the soft fabric, gripping it tight. his body was already tense, heat pooling in his stomach as he imagined you instead.

he groaned, rolling onto his back, shifting slightly as his hands started to wander. one stayed wrapped around the plush toy, holding it to his face as he inhaled your scent. while the other slid lower, lightly over his stomach, slipping under his shirt ghosting just how your hand would if you were there.

he could still feel the ghost of your lips on his, the way you’d kissed him so teasingly before leaving. if you had stayed just a little longer, he could’ve had you right here with him.

“fuck,” he muttered, squeezing the stuffed animal tighter as the hand under his shirt shifted its course, sliding down to slip under the band of his sweat pants. his breath hitched as he palmed himself, his body reacting instantly. his mind was filled with you—the way you felt.

he let his eyes flutter shut, imagining the weight of your body on top of him, the way your hips rolled against his, the warmth of your skin pressed to his. His grip tightened around the plush, his hips shifting slightly as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“sh-should’ve stayed, mommy,” he murmured, his voice breathy, filled with need. his hand moved under the waistband of his boxers, immediately wrapping his fingers around his hard length. the second his fingers wrapped around himself, he let out a whine, his grip on your stuffed animal never loosening.

“f-uck,” he exhaled, his hand moving slowly, teasing himself—just like you would—drawing out the sensation. his body was hot, burning with need, but he wanted to savor it, dragging his pleasure out.

he plush toy was clutched tightly in his other arm, your scent surrounding him, filling his lungs with every breath. he let his thumb swipe over his tip, a moan escaping him at the sensitivity.

his breathing grew heavier quickly, his muscles tensing as he imagined you whispering in his ear, telling him how good he felt, how good he was being for you—he could almost hear it.

matt didn’t hear when you step inside the house, grocery bags in hand, the soft click of the door shutting behind you barely making a sound. you expected to come home to Matt draped across the couch, maybe watching TV or scrolling on his phone, but the living room is empty. the kitchen too. a little furrow forms between your brows as you set the bags on the counter.

“matt?” you call, voice light, expecting him to answer immediately.

nothing.

you glance toward the hallway leading to your bedroom, the faintest sound catching your ears—ragged breathing, muffled but unmistakable. your heart skips, heat prickling at the back of your neck as you step closer, careful to keep quiet. the bedroom door is cracked open, just enough for you to peer inside.

and the sight waiting for you?

Absolutely breathtaking.

matt is sprawled out on your bed, back against the pillows, legs spread wide. he’s shirtless, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

but that’s not what has you frozen in place. it’s the way he’s clutching one of your stuffed animals to his face, fingers gripping the plush tightly as if he could pull you from it. his hips roll up slightly, desperate, like he can’t help himself, his other hand wrapped around his aching cock.

“fuck, fuck—m’s’close, mommy, please…” his voice is barely above a whimper, wrecked and needy, like he’s been at this for a while.

heat pools low in your stomach, your breath catching as you watch him, utterly lost in pleasure. he doesn’t even notice you standing there, too consumed by the thought of you—by the way your scent lingers on the stuffed animal he’s burying his face in.

your poor, desperate boy.

you should say something. should let him know you’re here, but… watching him like this? so needy he can’t even wait for you to get home? it’s intoxicating.

his hand moves faster, slick sounds filling the room, each stroke making his hips jolt, chasing relief.

“need you, need you so bad,” he pants, voice thick with desperation. “can’t—can’t wait, need mommy to make me feel good.”

oh, fuck.

something about hearing him fall apart like this, your name slipping from his lips like a prayer, makes your thighs clench. you step into the room slowly, crossing the space until you’re at the foot of the bed.

“need me that bad, huh, baby?”

matt’s entire body jolts. his eyes snap open, wide and blown-out with shock and pleasure, lips parted as he stares up at you. his grip tightens around himself instinctively, the stuffed animal slipping slightly from his grasp as his face burns red.

“mommy—” his voice is barely a gasp, shame and arousal warring in his expression as his chest heaves. you arch a brow, tilting your head. “didn’t even hear me come in.”

“I-I—” he stammers, his free hand twitching like he doesn’t know whether to cover himself or keep going. you hum, stepping closer, slow and deliberate. “so needy you couldn’t wait? had to fuck your hand while holding my stuffed animal instead?”

his breath stutters, eyes squeezing shut for a moment like he’s trying to ground himself, but his cock twitches in his grasp. he’s still rock-hard, still throbbing, so desperate for release he can’t even hide it.

“mommy,” he whimpers, voice breaking, pleading. “please—” your lips curl, satisfaction thrumming through you. “what is it, love? you were doing just fine without me.”

he shakes his head frantically, a soft whine slipping past his lips. “no, no, I need you, I—” he shudders, hips rutting up into nothing as if his body is betraying him, moving on its own.

you reach down, plucking the stuffed animal from his trembling hands. He whines at the loss, eyes darting to yours in desperation.

“you were holding onto this so tight,” you murmur, brushing your fingers over the soft fabric. “is this what you do when I’m gone? get yourself all worked up, humping my stuffed animals like a needy little thing?”

his face is burning, but the way his cock twitches and spills pre-cum from his swollen tip tells you everything. you smirk, leaning down until your lips brush the shell of his ear. “such a messy boy,” you whisper, letting your breath ghost over his skin. “couldn’t even wait for me to come home before making a mess of yourself.”

a choked whimper escapes him, his hand still wrapped around his cock, twitching like he wants to keep going but is waiting for your permission. you pull back slightly, fingers trailing down his chest, nails scratching lightly over his flushed skin. “since you’re already so close… why don’t you show me how badly you need it?”

his eyes go impossibly wide, pupils blown out, body trembling beneath your touch. “you—” he swallows hard. “you want me to—”

you nod, settling onto the bed beside him, watching him intently. “be a good boy and cum for me, baby.”

a desperate sound tears from his throat, like the permission alone is enough to unravel him. his hand moves again, quick, desperate strokes as his hips stutter, thighs trembling.

“that’s it,” you murmur, voice dripping with praise. “such a good boy for mommy, touching yourself like this. so pretty when you fall apart.”

his breathing grows ragged, muscles tensing. “fuck—fuck, mommy—” you reach out, fingers slipping through his hair, tugging slightly. “cum for me, baby.”

his entire body locks up, a shattered moan ripping from his throat as he spills over his stomach, thick ropes of cum painting his flushed skin. his hips jerk with each wave of pleasure, his hand still working him through it, whimpering as the aftershocks make him twitch.

you let him ride it out, stroking his hair, whispering soft praise as his body melts into the mattress, spent and trembling. finally, he slumps back against the pillows, panting, dazed eyes blinking up at you. “mommy…” he murmurs, voice wrecked.

you smile, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. “yes, love?” he swallows, nuzzling into your touch, a sleepy little noise escaping him. “missed you.”

your heart clenches, warmth spreading through your chest as you press a kiss to his forehead. “i missed you too, baby.”

he sighs, content despite the mess between his thighs, and you can’t help but chuckle, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

a/n : forgive me if this isn’t the best, i haven’t written a lengthy fic in a while

[milla-frenchy]

Dance with me, darlin'

3k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: You go to a club and want to fuck. So does Joel Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel in his early 40s), Joel is a menace, Tommy’s in the club too, no mention of Sarah. Pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, baby), pussy and dick pronouns, masturbation (f), oral (m/f), dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, soft dom!Joel, piv, creampie

a/n:  this is written for @sp00kymulderr 's dick pronoun fic challenge | masterlist thank you for the challenge, Gideon 🙏❤️ (I'm so late I'm sorry 😳) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 😘💕 @/saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

Saturday night, finally. You had a tough week at work, and you were looking forward to this night, wishing to forget your worries. You had planned to go to a club with your two friends, Maddie and Anna, drink a few shots and let loose on the dance floor.

The place was already packed when the three of you arrived, and you headed to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila that you downed immediately.

“Just what I needed,” you told your friends, sighing in relief, as you felt some of your troubles disappear- at least temporarily, when the strong alcohol flowed down your throat.

You set the glass down, before turning toward the dance floor and placing your elbows on the counter. “Come on, let’s dance,” Anna said, motioning for Maddie and you to follow her. 

You danced and sang, your awful week finally behind you, and then headed back to the bar.

“Good evening, ladies.” All three of you turned around when you heard a masculine voice.

“Good evening yourself,” Maddie replied, smiling at the man. He was handsome, seemed to be in his late 30s, with dark hair and brown eyes, a moustache and a short beard. He was tall, his broad shoulders stretching his white t-shirt, its already short sleeves were rolled up around his biceps. His hair was tied back with a rubber band.

“I’m Tommy. Can I offer you drinks?”

The three of you looked at each other and agreed.

“Wanna join me and my brother? Over there,” he added, nodding toward a booth. Shamelessly manspreading,  the man sitting there gave you and your friends a vague nod with his chin. He was wearing sunglasses, which you found strange in this place, but his attitude was hot and you didn’t want to turn down a drink. Neither did your friends.

“Hi, Tommy’s brother,” you said loudly over the music as you sat down.

“Hey darlin’, I’m Joel. What did you order?”

“Tequila,” you replied, trying not to react to the pet name he already gave you, despite the giggles of your friends.

“Nice,” he said, scratching his beard with his thumb, as the corner of his lip lifted slightly. This man was exactly what you needed tonight: a hot menace.

Tommy came back with the shots, all emptied as quickly as the first ones you’d had after your arrival. He started to chat with your friends and you looked at Joel more closely. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, so tight that his biceps seemed to be begging for release.

He probably noticed you were checking him out and not paying attention to the conversation at all, considering the smirk he gave you.

“Dance with me, darlin’,” he said, standing up right away, as if he already knew you wouldn't say no. He held out his hand to you, while pushing his glasses up on his head. You stood up and met a pair of beautiful brown eyes. His flirty smirk didn’t go unnoticed either- he was full of confidence, and you liked it. 

He took your hand in his and you tried to stay focused on the music, the noises around, even though you felt like you were in a velvet box that muffled everything around you, since the moment his fingers touched you.

You started to dance and he was good at it, hips moving sensually. He rested his hands on your hips once or twice, and checked if you were ok with the way he was touching you. Feeling confident, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders while you were dancing, and resisted the urge to press your body closer to his.

When a second song started, you started to spin around to the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips lascively, and stopped when two hands settled on your hips.

“Already showing me your ass, baby? Lookin’ for trouble?” he said in a low voice, his mouth so close to your ear that his beard brushed your skin. His lips slid towards your pulse point and he kissed it, making you shiver.

You turned your face to look at him and held your breath. His stare, like yours probably, exuded sex. “Maybe I am, yeah. The good kind,” you replied finally, trying to keep a confident voice. 

“Always the good kind with me, sweetheart,” he replied, leaning against you slightly, but enough for you to feel the bulge in his jeans. Another shiver ran through your body filled with arousal.

You turned around, and Joel kept his hands on your hips, pulling you gently towards him, determinedly, and you faced him. Two motionless bodies in the middle of the dance floor, while everybody was dancing around you. It was like time stopped for a moment. 

He took your chin between his fingers, slowly tilting it left and then right. As if he was scrutinizing you.

“What? You’re gonna ask my age?”

“No. You’re over 21, that’s enough for me,” he said, and you started to dance again.

“Looks like you’re a damn menace, Joel…” you smirked.

He chuckled but didn’t answer.

A couple songs later, you excused yourself to go freshen up in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to slow down your heartbeat, to take your time before going back. Trying to stop yourself from asking him to join you in the bathroom so you could fuck him there.

When you came back, Joel was no longer dancing, or at the booth. You stopped dead in your tracks, disappointed. You obviously had been mistaken, thinking he was interested in you. You told your friends that you would call an Uber and go home.

When you walked out of the club, Joel was facing the exit, leaning against a truck.

“I was waiting for you,” he said, ogling your body from head to toe, with your dress not covering much, his lips curved in a confident smile.

“And you just left? I could have met another man and completely forgotten about you," you said, half teasing half provoking him, as you were walking towards him.

“No, you wouldn’t,” he replied, the confidence in his voice making your knees weaken. He pulled you towards him, his scent invading your nostrils again. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Could almost hear that little pussy clench on nothin’, while we were dancin’,” he murmured against your ear while his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you against his bulge. You bit your lip, trying not to moan.

“Am I right? Coulda fucked you in the bathroom, but I wanna take my time with you.”

“So you want to fuck me in your car?”

“No. Not with my dick, at least,” he smirked.

“Shit,” you breathed. No one had ever spoken to you like that before, and heat rushed over your whole body. 

“Wanna come to my place, darlin’?”

“For ‘good kind of trouble’, like you offered? Yes… yeah.”

“‘Course you do,” he added, cockily. 

He grabbed your arms and spun you around, caging you with his broad body, your back against the truck door, his wide thigh between yours. Pressing against your throbbing pussy.

“Is she purin’, baby? This little cunt? She wants to be mine all night, doesn't she?”

“Fuck… yeah.” 

He brushed his nose against your cheeks and ear, then kissed your neck, his hands sliding from your ass to your waist.

You wanted to kiss him, but he seemed to enjoy playing with you. Tease you.

“That’s my girl. Get in the truck, sweetheart,” he said, moving away just enough to open the door.

“Oh, you’re a gentleman?”

He tilted his head to the side and gave you a look that seemed to mean “for now”, then he closed the door. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled. He was so hot and confident that you felt yourself drooling like never before.

“So you’re a contractor?” you said as he sat down, trying to cool off the atmosphere a bit.  “Miller bros,” written on your truck? It explains the arms.”

“You checked out my arms, darlin’?”

“Yeah, like you checked out my ass,” you teased. So much for the cool off.

“I sure did,” he chuckled. “Yeah, Tommy and I are contractors.”

He put his hand on your bare thigh while he was driving. As if you were his. His possessiveness made your core throb and you squeezed your thighs together, trying in vain to ease the tension you were feeling.

“Oh, baby… need it bad, uh? Don't worry, my place ain’t far. Now, be a good girl, and put your hand between your legs.”

You looked at him, surprised and even more aroused.

“You need some release, don’t you?”

You nodded and did as he said, you were here for it after all, and his soft dominant tone was exactly what you craved. You slid your hand between your thighs, down to your soaked panties.

“Two fingers. You can take them easily, I know you're droolin’.”

You bit your lip when you heard him, and slid your hand under the fabric.

That’s a good girl,” he praised. “Now lemme hear her.”

He watched you each time he could- at every red light, every stop, when it was safe.  

You were turned on by the fact that he was there, next to you, this man you had just met. Imagining how he would fuck you, aware that you were already under his control in some way. Under his spell, or whatever you called it. You brushed your folds then pushed two fingers in to let him hear how wet you were.

“Christ, that’s it, darlin’. Ruin my seat.”

You whined, keeping two fingers buried in your cunt, and brought your other hand in your panties to play with your clit and release the tension that was clenching your stomach.

“Oh shit, that’s it baby, two hands,” he said again. “Keep goin’, come in my damn car.”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna come, fuck,” you whimpered, when your climax rushed over you, back arched, pussy clenching on your fingers, clit pulsing under your digit. You felt your wetness flow down to his seat.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing his bulge in his big hand, trying to ease his own tension now, before putting his hand on your thigh again. He didn’t release you until he pulled into his driveway. Then he got out of his truck and walked around to open the door, took your hand in his and led you to his house.

He slammed the door behind you and you finally kissed, your lips crashing against each other. There was no restraint, no reserve, just hunger for more. You moaned in his mouth, while growls were roaring from his throat. Bodies pressed in an impatient and greedy embrace, four hands roaming two bodies.

You pulled back to catch your breath, his hands not letting go of your waist, his eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. His lips found yours again, as he led you backwards to the table against which he leaned you. One hand still on your waist, the other on the back of your neck, he kissed you, holding you tight against him, his tongue brushing yours. 

Unable to hold back any longer, you slid your hand down to his crotch, just to touch him there, to feel its weight. Your breath stopped for a second and he wrapped his hand around yours, pressing it harder against his manhood, licking your tongue and lips.

“Take off your clothes, and show me that pussy, darlin’. Been teasin’ me for too damn long.”

He stepped aside, leaving you in charge of giving him a show that you gladly offered. You removed your dress, revealing your lingerie. The way he was looking at you took away any shyness or nervousness. You paused for a moment and he didn't hurry you, clearly enjoying it. You lost patience first and unhooked your bra then let it fall. You didn’t give yourself time to think about it and pushed your panties to the side, running your finger along your wet folds. Eyes still fixed on him, you brought your digit to your mouth and sucked it slowly.

“You're a naughty little thing,” he said in a husky voice, and you tried not to moan at this word, and kept teasing him. “You like it?” you asked playfully, feeling your wetness flowing down your folds.

He smirked, before adding “lie down on the table, sweetheart.”

You obliged happily as he walked towards you, and grabbed the hem of your panties, sliding them down your trembling legs then off the ankles. He spread your thighs as he stood between them, and brushed your folds with his thumbs, touching you there for the first time, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy.

“A naughty thing, with a really pretty cunt… looks like you’re gonna ruin more than my truck seat.”

“Fuck,” you murmured, and he leant down, hands clamped on your thighs, once again he didn’t wait and lapped at your cunt with one long stripe. His eyes fixed on you.

“Fuck me… you taste so good,” he growled before going back to eating you out, making you moan against the back of your hand. The emotion and the pleasure felt were so strong that your thighs tried to close instinctively. Growling, he spread them with his warm and firm hands, holding you open on the table.

“Joel,” you whined, feeling another climax already rising. His tongue left your folds, quickly replaced by two thick fingers, an she began fucking you with them as his lips surrounded your swollen and sensitive clit. The tip of his tongue played with it, teased it, before sucking on it, making you groan until you came on his tongue and squeezed his face between your thighs, whining his name.

He straightened up when you stopped shaking, pressed his crotch against your cunt, and wiped his glistening beard and moustache with the back of his hand.

You sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread around Joel’s thighs. His large, strong body took its place almost with authority as if it needed it, but every pore of your skin was more than ready to welcome him. 

Eager to return the favor, you unzipped his jeans and knelt down. 

“Needy girl,” he said, as if he wasn’t greedy too, his voice almost a growl of impatience.

You grabbed his jeans and boxers, struggling to free his cock that you felt hammering against the rough fabric of his clothes. You pulled them just below his balls and his cock sprang free, hard, and slapped against his lower belly.

He took your chin between his fingers, eyes full of confidence and how could he not be, given your inability to tear your eyes away from his fat tip, his thick shaft, and his heavy balls?

“I really love the way you look at my cock, but I’d like to see these lips around it, darlin’, if you want too. Before I fuck her.”

Your pussy was drooling again, calling for you to let him fuck her already, but you were craving of having your mouth and throat full of his cock.

“Needy boy,” you said, teasing him, and making him smile. “Yeah, I’m gonna suck him.”

“Him?” he asked, surprised.

“You called my pussy “her”, right?”

“Right”, he chuckled. “So, you’re gonna blow this big boy, baby?”

“You’re still talking about your dick? Or about you?” you asked mischievously, licking his shaft just to hear him growl.

“Darlin’, shit... Both I guess,” he replied, caressing your cheek with his thick thumb.

You grabbed his jeans and boxers, still mid-thigh, and with a sharp tug you pulled them down. Your thumb spread the precum over his tip then tasted it on your tongue, sucking your digit, head raised towards him. He growled, hand tightening on your cheek.

You placed your lips around his tip and started to suck it. His taste, his size, all of him made you moan, and he throbbed even bigger.

“Damn, baby…”, he said in a low voice, before you began jerking him off, your tongue sliding down his shaft towards his balls that you licked too and took in your mouth to feel their weight on your tongue. You sucked them and licked the thin skin behind them. Just to make him shiver, grunt. Just to make him think that you were a menace too.

“Shit, shit… darlin’...”

You took him back in your mouth, deeper and deeper, until his tip brushed the back of your throat. His grunts turned into the most greedy moans you had ever heard.

“Alright, alright, shit, baby… You’re way too good at this, c’mere,” he added, grabbing your elbow to help you up.

Then he spun you around, making you face the table. One hand on your shoulder, he growled “bend down for me, sweetheart.”

His voice was needy, much less in control than earlier in the evening, and you liked feeling him lose his chill.

“You're gonna let me fuck this little cunt, darlin’? Yeah? You’re gonna let me ruin you?”

“Or maybe I’ll ruin you, who knows?” you answered, head towards him. Hoping that he would only hear confidence in your voice, and not the need to welcome him inside you, mixed with the apprehension of wondering if you could welcome him.

“You’re a little menace, you know that?” he chuckled, nestling his cock between your thighs, and you leaned down, placing your cheek and hands on the table.

“Spread wide for me, baby,” he said in a low voice, “and let me in.”

He pushed in and then stopped, just the tip in, grabbed the back of your knee and propped it over the table to open your core. It was the hottest thing you had ever experienced, and your juices flooded his tip.

“We gotta get her used to him, right?” he said, his hand tightening on your shoulder. You could barely hear his words, waiting for him to sink in, to feel him completely.

“Fuck me, Joel. Please, fuck me,” you whined.

Slowly, he thrust in, leaving you breathless for a moment. 

“Oh my god…” you whimpered finally, as his tip, his shaft, were spreading your folds in a mix of delight and light pain.

“Shit, you got such a tight cunt. Tryin’ to swallow me whole.”

He didn't stop, pushing in until he bottomed out and you whimpered. His hand still on your shoulder, he pulled back leaving only his tip in your cunt, before pushing in again. He did this two or three times, to let you get used to him. 

“You’re ready, baby? Because he… wants to fuck, now,” he said, voice low, needy. 

“Yes, Joel,” you replied, and he began pounding into you, his hands clinging to your hips. Fucking you faster, harder, now that your folds had given way under his thickness, helped by your wetness that didn’t stop flowing from his shaft to his balls.

“Damn you’re so fuckin’ tight…”

“Told you…” you panted, “that I’d ruin you.”

He tried to chuckle, but it got cut in his throat. So he tried to calm his breathing, slowing down the pace, fucking you slower but deeper. 

“You’re doing so good, darlin’,” he said between two hip thrusts. “Takin’ me so well.”

You moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table, trying to keep yourself in position, your moans filling the room.

“You’re gonna come again, darlin’?” he growled, one of his hands running down your back from your shoulder to your waist, making you shiver. “Wanna come on my dick?”

“Yes,” you whined. You wanted to soak him, to make him lose his mind just like you knew you would lose yours.

He slid his hand up to your mouth for you to suck on his finger before sliding it over your clit. Stroking it perfectly, he pulled away slightly to watch his cock sink into you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect baby. Keep takin’ it, just like that.”

All you wanted was to keep taking it. Keep feeling him inside you. But soon your climax hit your core and you shook, clit pulsing.

“Oh shit,” he said, when your cunt clenched on him, and squeezed his shaft. 

Teeth gritted, he tried to hold on as much as possible, letting the heat of your pussy drive him crazy. You squeezed his hand in yours, saying “come inside Joel. Inside, please. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”

“Can’t do that sweetheart,” he panted.

“Please, Joel, wanna feel you… need you to fill me up,” you insisted, hand tight on his.

“Damn sweetheart,” he growled, still pounding you, as if he didn’t want it to end, just before he filled your cunt with his warmth, breaking the promise he had made to himself years ago for the first time. Unable to resist your hot, tight pussy, your moans, your pleas. He came inside, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep inside you, until he covered your back with his chest, and kissed your shoulder. 

“Darlin’,” he breathed finally, “you’re dangerous, you know that?” he almost laughed against your skin.

A few minutes later, you were watching him zip up his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned, while you were putting on your dress. 

“Can I have your phone, darlin’?”

You handed it to him, watched his thumb dance on it before handing it back to you.

“Now you have my number. I’d be glad if you called me.”

You looked at your phone and smiled, when you saw that he saved his number as Joel (menace).

“It reminds me that you didn’t ask my name once tonight,” you told him.

“Darlin’ suits you well,” he smiled. “But you’re right. What’s your name, darlin’?”

You asked for his phone, and added your contact before giving it back to him.

After your first name, there was “darlin’” in parentheses.

You smiled at each other, his cheek dimpled and your heart stopped for a moment.

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[jinxificada]

friendly sleepover

bf!jinx x bf!reader

summary: in the nature of your friendship, neck kisses are just the smallest of love expression.

notes: nsfw, modern au. wc 2k. no proofread bc if i do i wouldn’t even publish it 😆😆🫶🏼 enjoy

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jinx opened the door as soon as she heard your knocking. she welcomed you with messy hair and the smudged makeup she's been wearing all day.

"finally!" she pulled your hand, quickly guiding you to her room. "i was starting to think you were going to stand me up!" she dramatized, helping you strip off your backpack. it was late at night, almost 10pm, when you were supposed to arrive at about 8:30.

"sorry! i messaged you but i didn't have any service." you excused yourself as you made yourself comfortable in the familiar place. the dark gray walls filled with graffiti and metal bands posters gave you a sense of comfort, a sharp contrast to the intimidation from the first time you had come over. "i missed the bus and had to wait for the next one. but i brought the snacks!"

"excuses, excuses." she muttered playfully, throwing herself on her half-made bed, lots of pillows and blankets already occupying 70% of the space. "ok, i believe you. but you better have brought those gummy candies i asked for, though!"

you only hummed, barging in your backpack to find two small bags. you throw at her the gummies, followed by a couple of other snacks. jinx snickered, mouth soon full of sweets as you stripped off your street clothes. her eyes lingered on your form until you hid it with an oversized shirt you usually bring to sleep in. you didn't mind putting on shorts like her, being a hot summer night.

you sighed as you crawled into the bed, laying next to her. "i wanna watch a movie." jinx rolled her eyes, yawning while handing you the remote of the mid sized tv she luckily had in her bedroom. "stop yawning! don't you dare to fall asleep." you threatened with a frown.

"how could i? i'm way too excited to do anything with you." she intended to tease you, but it came out more suggestive than she anticipated. she mentally facepalmed herself, quickly speaking again. "but toots! your movies are boring."

"shut up, i have the perfect movie." you smirked, scrolling for a bit until you finally found what you were looking for.

"robots? seriously?"

"you'll like it! my baby brother made me watch it the other day, it's fun."

jinx groaned but quickly ended her small whim, focusing on the candy more than the movie. she honestly didn't really care, as long as she's with you.

both of you were around sixteen years old when you moved to her small town, accidentally stealing her private hang out spot under the old stairs at school. she quickly took a liking to you, interested in your sudden arrival and relaxed demeanor. besides your great sense of style and your pretty smile, or the softness of your hair, or the way you matched her physical love language and you silently reassured how much you like her presence with light touches. soft tugging at the edge of her shirt, tangling your arms while you walk side by side, resting your hands on her legs when she comfortably puts them across your lap, maybe even doing it yourself.

the movie barely started when you cuddled up next to her, opening your own snacks while you asked: “where’s your dad, by the way?”

“he’s out… he said he’ll be staying late at work tonight. dunno why, but at least we have the house for ourselves.” she said, looking at you for a moment before returning her gaze at the tv screen.

“yeah, this is better.” you contently rubbed your cheek on her shoulder.

“geez–” she huffed in feigned annoyance to hide the light blush, “you’re awfully touchy today…”

you react frowning, “i dunno what’re you talking about.” her call out doesn’t stop you, staying pressed by her side. “it’s just…” your voice wandering off caught her attention, tilting her head at you.

“what? what is it?”

you groaned quietly, reluctantly pulling away from her to grab your phone. now it was her face hovering over your shoulder, looking at your fingers opening instagram and your chat with ekko.

ugh, ekko.

jinx already had an idea of what got you in a bad mood, you two hated each other’s guts since the very first moment you befriended jinx. it wasn’t a mystery, jinx and ekko were former childhood friends. growing up, ekko developed a sweet crush on jinx.

too bad she didn’t reciprocate.

but even after rejecting him, he still thought he had a chance. his subtle insistence was the cause that made her blow him off completely. ekko simply couldn’t understand it, so he blamed you.

sadly you all shared the same group of friends, the hangouts filled with bickering and a slight tense air between the three of you. it was also common for ekko to reply to your instagram stories with unnecessary comments about you and your posts.

this time he replied to a picture of you and jinx earlier that day, when you spent your afternoon by the lake. it was a cute selfie, both of you with wet hair and pretty matching bikinis.

< you two look pretty close for only being best friends. > he said.

jinx stared at the chat with furrowed eyebrows, she was confused. is that it? that was enough to get on your nerves? of course you were close— what is wrong with that? aren’t best friends allowed to hang out all the time and post pictures together?

her mind wandered off briefly. she was conscious that maybe, just maybe, the line of your relationship was a bit blurred. she thought about her own comments under your pictures, a clear display of possession in every word, even only with emojis. she thought about the way you hug her from behind anytime you could.

she didn’t even have to go that far in her memory. that very same day, at the lake, what was supposed to be a friendly hangout seemed —and felt— more like a date.

she could still feel the warmth and weight of your body on her back when she playfully carried you around in the water. your hands untangling her long wet hair while she comfortably sat in between your legs. your quiet sighs of pleasure when she massaged your back as she applied sunscreen—

“jinx.” you snapped her out of her short trance. “did you hear me?”

“huh? sorry, what did you say?”

“i was complaining. like— what is his problem? i swear he will explode out of jealousy.” you grumpily muttered, laying your head back to rest on her shoulder. jinx buried her nose in the crook of your neck, it was only natural.

“i don’t know why you let him get under your skin, you don’t have to worry about him.” she tried to reassure you, punctuating her statement with a gentle kiss on your neck. “you’re the one in my arms, after all.”

you mindlessly hummed, relaxing on her arms. “i know, i know… he’s down bad for you. and not only him! my fingers aren’t enough to count all the people feening over you.” jinx snickered, listening to your jealous bragging as she placed butterfly kisses on the side of you neck. she felt you tilting your head to the other side, welcoming her affection. “every time we go out you have at least three boys asking for your number. your followers grow like two digits every day.”

“hm. i do have my user on a lot of walls, though.”

“not the point. i should just lock you up here by now.”

the feeling of your soft skin under her lips was making her dizzy. she didn’t understand how you could act so nonchalant when she was trying to mark you. maybe she was being too subtle.

“that’s so boring,” jinx groaned, sighing through her nose as she placed her chin on your shoulder to glance at you. oh— your cheeks were flushed. the slight tint of pink suddenly encouraged her. “how would you keep me entertained, hm?”

you took a long, deep breath. the possibilities were endless, hundreds of scenarios flowing through your mind in half a second. preparing your answer, you turned slightly to meet her eyes. is then when you noticed she stopped her ministrations.

an unamused small frown appears on your face, “i’ll bring you books.”

her face twisted into a pout as she pulled away from her neck. she raised an eyebrow at her response, “books? you’re gonna lock me up and expect me to stay occupied reading all day?"

“what else d’you want?” you raise an eyebrow, pressing into her chest as you laid back. now it was your turn to rub your cheek on her neck, easily reaching the soft edge of her jawline with your lips. ”your little trinkets and gadgets?”

jinx’s arms tightened their grip around your waist, pulling you closer against her. "i mean... those would be nice too..." she tried to maintain her casual tone, but the feeling of your lips against her skin was making it difficult to keep her composure. "but I'll need something else to entertain me..."

“so greedy…” you murmured, tapping the other side of her cheek to make her turn towards you.

her eyes meet yours for a brief moment before you mindlessly took her lips in a gentle, yet deep kiss.

a soft gasp escaped her lips when your mouth captured hers. for a few seconds, jinx was stunned by the sudden kiss, but she quickly gave in, melting against you. her arms enveloped your body completely, holding you close as she deepened the kiss.

she was greedy, alright. she wanted more and more, she couldn't get enough of your touch. the calm pace of the kiss warmed up her chest, you moved so naturally that it didn’t feel like your first kiss. yet the taste and feeling of your lips sent shivers down her spine, she could hear the imaginary fireworks and standing ovations.

when your fingers tangled in the hair on the back of her hair, a low satisfied hum escaped jinx’s lips.

the kiss was intoxicating, like a drug she couldn't get enough of. jinx's fingers traced the contour of your body, exploring every inch of your skin as she continued to kiss you with a growing intensity. it wasn’t long until things got messier, her tongue pushed past your lips as her hands started to confidently wander around, slipping under your shirt.

her cold hands on your stomach made you flinch, breaking the kiss with a quiet gasp followed by a giggle. “you’re freezing.”

“hm, you don’t like it?” she smirked, purposefully caressing up and down, almost reaching the underside of your naked breasts.

it should be strange, unnatural. but neither of you felt that way, it was more like… an improvement. the only proof of the fact that it was the first time you acted on your feelings was the raw hunger, the primal need to possess the other.

the steamy make out was only interrupted to change positions. now jinx straddles your lap with her milky thighs pressed tightly against either side of your hips. it was impossible to stop herself from grinding into you, and so was impossible to shut the small whimpers coming from her throat.

they grew louder and desperate when your lips attacked her neck, nibbling the skin. “feels good, jinx?” you whispered softly, combing the harsh graze of your teeth with open-mouthed kisses.

she continued to grind with increased fervor, clearly chasing the delicious friction of your bottom against her pussy. if she moved right, it was her clit receiving the pressure, making her squirm and moan messily.

“yeah— yes, feels s’good.”

your hand sneaked down into her loose shorts, a strained gasp escaped her mouth as her hips twitched against your touch. next thing she knows, her insides squeezed your fingers as she eagerly jumped on you. the heat that was building on her lower abdomen grew exponentially, jinx was sure that her release was close.

her body moved against your fingers more desperately, more frantically. she was on the edge, the need for a stronger connection was overwhelming her. "i-i’m so close," she managed to gasp out, her body tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

her body trembled, her muscles clenched, her breath catching in her throat as her release washed over her, a wave of pleasure and heat overwhelming her senses. she cried, her hips bucking against your hand involuntarily as she rode the wave of pleasure, your name a soft, shaky moan on her lips.

even after she relaxed her body, your fingers gathered up her cum and teasingly rubbed her clit with her wetness, enjoying the way her body shivered and squirmed to the overstimulation.

“ngh— too sensitive.” she protested in a soft whine. you chuckled quietly, deciding to be merciful.

“that was so hot…” you sighed dreamily, hugging her boneless body when her head fell to your neck. “this enough to keep you entertained?”

“fuck you,” she huffed, though you could feel the big smile that formed on her lips. “you could always just mark me up.”

[venusflytrapm]

unediteddddd touya x fem?reader, enjoy!!

Showering is supposed to be a relaxing experience, you’ve described it as a way to feel brand new. 

Touya feels anything but relaxed as he stares at himself in the fogged mirror. It’s funny, really, how the blurred version of his form is similar to how he sees himself. His head is clouded with regrets, and the feeling of his skin so baby-soft due to the humidity is bringing him back to his childhood memories where he had kiddish dreams of being an astronaut or firefighter or something.

Or something. 

He doesn’t remember. 

He’s not staring at himself long before the sound of someone yelling brings him out of his thoughts. His brows furrow immediately, playing the part of the annoyed older brother. He can’t comprehend who yelled and what they said but he knows he going to go out there and act brash as he always does. 

And before he knows it, he’s stomping down the stairs in his blue flannel pajama pants and dingey band tee. He rounds the corner and to his surprise, there you’re standing; chatting with natsuo at the front door.  

Suddenly the outfit he’s wearing isn’t good enough. He’s not one for putting effort into his appearance… but the moment he sees you he doesn’t feel like being himself is good enough. 

The grin on Natsuos face makes his stomach churn, if you weren’t there he’d probably punch him, but he can’t act like that in front of you. He has to hold on to the little bit of nonchalant-ness he has left. 

“Your girlfriend’s here,” Natsuo teases, “Did you ask mom if she could come over?” There’s a shit eating grin on Natsuo’s face.

Touya steps over in two strides and whacks the back of Natsuo’s head. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He grumbles. 

You’re not hurt, or at least you pretend not to be, when you take a step and glance at Touya with a shy smile. “He didn’t know I was coming, sorry.” You say to the younger brother. There’s a twinge of a giggle in your voice, and for a moment Touya thinks you might be laughing at him. But the sparkle in your eye as you look him over tells him otherwise.

Natsuo takes that as his cue to leave, he’s rubbing the back of his head as he walks around the corner. Touya couldn’t care less about the dweeb. 

“What are you doing here?” He sneered, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the stairs before anyone else sees you. 

You let out an actual laugh at that, not like how you were giggling before, and don’t make any moves to follow him.

“I wanted to see you, I didn’t see you in class yesterday.” You pull on his arm to bring him back to you. He happily obliges, his face merely a few inches from yours. He wipes off that older brother gaudiness the moment you do something like this. 

You can see the fluffy white lashes that contrast to his dark hair perfectly, and you’re smiling at each other in the nook of the small foyer; for a moment that feels like enough. 

“You know we have to go to my room before we’re interrogated again.” He murmurs. 

You bring your hand up to run your fingers through his wet hair, humming. “Don’t you mean interrupted?”

“No, I mean interrogated, those fuckers have too many questi-” 

“Y/N?” A meek voice asks and a groan falls from Touya’s lips almost immediately.

You’re grinning and pushing Touya to the side. “Sho,” you bend down and catch him in a hug. “I got you a gift, it’s in my car.” 

“Where’s my gift?” Touya asks with a pout, glaring at his younger brother who just stares and stands stiffly. 

“You don’t deserve any gifts.” Shouto speaks up before glancing back at you. “Can we play mario kart?” 

“Sure! Only if Touya can play with us too,” 

You do that often; trying to include Touya in these sibling bonding moments that he would usually avoid. 

You both spend the majority of the evening playing video games with his siblings. Natsuo falls to his knees in despair after his thousandth loss of the night and thats when Touya decides you’ve both had enough for the night. 

There isn’t enough time to react before he’s pulling you off of the couch and dragging you towards the stairs. You’re attempting to swat at his back but he’s ignoring you, determined to get you to the sanctity of his room. 

You’re about to scold him for being ‘so rude’ to his siblings but his hand is on the doorknob to his room before you can get a word in. Your mind flutters with how fast he pulls you in it’s confines. 

The moment the door shuts, your lips are on his. 

If anyone else were to see this after he adamantly insisted that you weren’t together they’d think he were a liar, which he is. He’s content with being a liar as long as you keep kissing him like this. 

The way your lips grace his, soft and tender, is a way he can’t describe. The feeling it gives him is something he didn’t know he’s waited for all his life; something he’s needed and doesn’t think he can live without. 

Your arms are hooked around his neck, his hair hitting your cheeks as your mouths move against each others. There’s not much tension in your kiss. It’s passionate but not in the way you’ve seen portrayed in movies. There is so much tenderness coming from a guy who’s always so bold and brazen. And even he’s surprised by the gentleness he’s treating you with. 

The kiss lasts so long that you don’t remember to catch your breath. By the time you do remember, you both are panting like dogs in summer heat.

You’re winded, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath from your little embrace. 

The drip from the leaky faucet of his shower can be heard from where you’re standing. You glance over in the bathrooms direction to make sense of the noise before his hands are cupping your cheeks, engulfing your vision to the point where you can only look at him.

It’s romantic, you think as you’re standing there, gazing into each others eyes. Your cheeks are warm in his hands and you have a soft throbbing behind your eyes that tells you to shut them.

Without a word, Touya pushes you back on the bed. You land with a dramatic huff and glare up at him. You’re about to speak but the words die in your throat as he climbs on top of you.

You think that maybe he’s about to take things further–you wouldn’t object to it–but he doesn’t. He throws himself on you, weighing you down like a boulder. You smile at him and wheeze at the sudden volume of his body. 

He puts his hand over your face to disrupt your antics. “Stop it.” he says, no bite behind the words. 

Before you know it, there’s a blanket over the both of you. It’s the one you had gotten him for his birthday and you can’t help the warmth blossoming in your chest when the soft fabric engulfs you both. 

His legs tangle against yours, hooking your body against his side. He looks over at you and you at him. He can’t help but glance down at how your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. 

“Stay the night?” Its a question but you know he means it as a statement. 

You breathe out a tired laugh, your eyes fluttering shut.  “I will.” 

He can’t help but think the blurred version of his reflection starts to get clearer when he’s with you.