#bob...again honey im so sorry

[how-serene]

what do you guys think would happen to the DD boys if they were in the purge??? Who do you think would participate?? I know it makes all crime legal, which extends outside of murder (like theft...and jaywalking).

[peacefxlmyko]

It's not a one night stand if it turns into two

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.

Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing

Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a Måneskin Song!

Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.

Story under the cut! ✂️

He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.

His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.

Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.

"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.

"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.

You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.

"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"

He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.

You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.

Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.

But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.

But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.

The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.

By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.

Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.

Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.

He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!

His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.

"What the—"

"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"

God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.

"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"

"....."

Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.

"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"

Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.

You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?

"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."

"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.

This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.

You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.

"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.

[little-annie]

NSFW STEDDIE & STOBIN TEXT CHAIN

Steve normal text. Robin’s Bold. Eddie's Italicized Bold

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___Bird Brain___

Rob

Bobby

Bobin

What? Im literally right next to you

And were at work Dingus get off of your phone.

No.

I'm. Uh.

?

You know the shop across the street???

?

The mecanic

Mecanic

Fuck

Mechanic

Okay.

They have a new guy

Okay.

And?

Gay.

Literally, what?

I think I'm gay.

Steve

Cuz like he's just so pretty

Steven

And that Haut

Stephanie

Hair

Hey whore

Wut

Bathroom talk. Now.

Were working.

You and I both know no one rents movies on a Tuesday at 10am

Bathroom.

Now.

To the porcelain thrown

You know sometimes I forget youre an idiot 20 something

then you go and say shit like that

…

Bitch.

Whore.

---

How do I tell if a mans gay or whatever its is that I am,

,

Fuck

?

Bi schedule

Bi sexual

Ducking auto correct

Babe. I hate to break it to you but your auto correct is as dyslexic as you are. You basically train it

I-

Huh.

Well ghen.

Anywho.

Gay.

Whats he wear? Any piercings? Tattoos? Whats his hair like?

Oh! This is important. DOES. HE. HAVE. A. HANKY. IN. A. BACK. POCKET???

black overalls and a black shirt. Lots. I think. His ears literally look shiny from across the street. Lots of tattoos too.

And yes??? What's that have to do with anything? My papa had a hanky and I'm pretty she he wasn't gay

He probably was. Being Bisexual is genetic.

Actually?

No Dingus.

But like the man was in the navy? Right?

Ya

Gay.

Stfu

ANYWAY

HANKY.

YES.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK YEAH.

WHATS IT LOOK LIKE AND WHAT POCKET?

???

it's black

Oh hes kinky

What side pocket

It switches.

I bet it does

Gay.

That is a gay man Steven.

Go get your dick sucked or your booty bumped or whatever it is the kids are doing these days.

Eating ass

EXCUSE

yeah. It's a thing.

:0

Robin you literally munch so much carpet. whats the difference if its the rug at the back door.

Never.

Ever.

Say.

That.

Again.

Bubble bath privileges revoked.

You whore.

---

The bath is sad with no bubbles Bob.

Make your own.

…

Okay. Ew. Stop. Stink ass. I can hear you. And the neighbors probably can too.

Are you sorry?

Not really.

Well pretend to be.

Kay.

IM SO SORRY

…

:’(

better

Your bubble bath is under the sink

:D

---

Eddie

Wut.

Thats your new lovers name.

WUT

ROBIN.

WHAT DID YOU DO.

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*1 new message* Hi -the weirdo with long hair who works across the street (Eddie)

---

I hate you

BTW babe you have a date on Tuesday

ROBIN IT IS TUESDAY

oh ya.

Well you have a date today gay boy

…

I need to leave

The fuck you do

Yeah. I fucking do.

I need to shower

And shave

And

I dont know

What do you do before a gay date

Prep?

For what?

Oh honey

---

Should this hurt?

8⁰

Don't tell me

Are u?

Yes.

Shut up.

…

Does it hurt

Like.

Kinda?

Lube. Oh my god. LUBE. Steve I swear to Dolly, if youre prepping your fucking asshole right now, IN THE FUCKING WORK BATHROOM

I

WILL

END

YOU

:*

Youre a whore. Oh my god.

STEVEN I CAN HEAR YOU.

STOP.

This is nice.

Why havent I done this before.

Where's the protest

Prostate

Rob?

Brain me. Educate me please.

…

Nvm

Oh fuck

Found it

Definitely found it

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

like good for you babe. I love you and support you but OH MY GOD YOU WHORE GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR ASS WERE AT WORK.

…

You really think Id do that

Obviously

Im fucking with you

Im just googling shit and well taking a shit.

Fuck you

Love you

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*2 New messages.* um. So. Im Eddie. Your coworker. Robin? Gave me your number and said we're going out tonight???

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Dingus have you answered your husband yet

FUCK. NO. WHAT DO I SAY.

well you could send him a picture of your ass

Or your tits

Or your weeeen

Or all of the above

Like a package deal

Hehe. Package.

Robin.

Ugh. Wut.

Be serious.

Fiiiiine. Introduce yourself. Tell him youre excited for tonight. Make a plan for your date. (Other than the reservation I booked you at Enzos) and then tell him you thi know hes pretty and you want to have his babys.

He is pretty.

And like. Id definitely let him try to get me pregnant

ANSWER HIM.

FINE.

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___Future Husband___

um. Hi. First of all I'm so sorry for my friend. She likes to get her nose into my business. Second.

…

Ithinkyourereallyprettyandimexcitedfortonight.

At the risk of being too forward. I like literally saw you my first day at the shop and have wanted to talk to you since. Cuz. Yeah. Pretty doesnt even begin to explain what you are. Like. Bro. Have my babies.

FUCK

I CANT BELIEVE I SAID THAT

disregard the baby thing

I dont know about getting pregnant. But Im up for practice.

Like.

If you are???

8⁰

… like

Now?

My breaks in 20

Fuck

Really?

Meet me at the van across the street

:*

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___Bird Brain___

STEVE

STEVEN

YOU WHORE

ARE YOU GETTING YOUR BACKDOOR RUG MUNCHED ???

OMG

YOU ARE

THE VAN ACROSS THE STREET IS SHAKING

AND ID BET YOUR LEFT NUT THAT YOURE IN IT

…

GET IT I GUESS BABE

DONT GET PREGNANT

OR DO

YOU DO YOU BOO

…

youre on your own for the rest of the day Birdie

And where the fuck do you think youre going

Eddies

…

Boo you whore

But like. Get it babe.

But I also hate you.

I dont want to work in this shithole alone

Steven

Answer me

Hi Robin

This is Eddie

On Steves phone

Steve's a little… preoccupied

OH MY GOD

WHAT HAVE I DONE

YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE DISGUSTING

BUT BRO. ILL END YOU IF YOU BREAK HIS HEART

STRAIGHT UP DIG YOU A GRAVE IN THE DITCH AND BURN OFF YOUR FINGERPRINTS AND BREAK YOUR TEETH SO NO ONE CAN IDENTIFY YOUR BODY.

COLD CASE BRO

what would you do about my tattoos

Fuck you

Sorry. Positions taken.

Id burn your whole body. No skin = no tattoos

I like the way you think

But in all seriousness

Mmmm imma gonna marry this boy

Hopefully before the end of the week

Fuck yeah

I call best man

[darylbae]

Always read your fics and enjoyed them from afar , , why not send a request ! ^^ Don't feel pressured to write this too this is a little weird now that I read it over and sorry for the long req ! ! >< Could you write some an angsty or fluffy oneshot of a reader infected with the deadly flu during (i think) early season 4 and Daryl determined to cure her of the sickness. Them both having conversations between the glass of the prison where the reader is just at the point of giving up and accepting they'll die by this flu and Daryl is trying to give them hope. There's the scene with the group who went to the veterinary (..?) college/university to grab medicine for Hershel to use where they find out Bob didn't grab shit and Daryl just goes off at him because the reader was so kind and generous to him wdym you only grabbed BOOZE?? And then it ends with the reader who's cured of the flu, running into Daryl's arms both relieved and happy that they can finally hold each other again. Which ends in Daryl showering them in kisses because yay they're cured ! The idea just came to me while I was laying at the beach, "If the reader, his lover, was infected by the flu how much more angry would Daryl be with Bob when he only grabs alcohol?"

quarantine — daryl dixon

in which the flu catches up to you, and daryl is stressed about losing you

note: my requests are still open!! i have a few to write but im still happy to accept them! <3

Your job prior to the apocalypse was a caregiver to the elderly, so you had experience with a lot of medication and general practice of caring for someone. It's why Daryl had become so drawn to you, seeing you care for your people, or even people from Woodbury that had just been taken in, you gave everyone the same love and attention regardless of time spent with them. Daryl hadn't realised his longstanding affection for you until this flu outbreak within your prison community. You'd volunteered to help everyone alongside Herschel, caring more about the well-being of others more than your own. Until you'd gotten sick. "It was inevitable, honey," you spoke, not having the energy to even raise your voice above a whisper, "I'm glad I kept everyone in here hydrated, fed, and stable. But we're not seeing any progress." Daryl was on the other end of the window, eyes staring intensely into yours, wishing he could touch you, wishing he could hear your voice clear as day and not muffled due to being separated. Daryl sighed in defeat. "You don't deserve this." "Nobody does, but we need medication, Dar." You admitted. "It's the only way for people to get better, otherwise, we'll die in here." The thought of losing anyone else was enough of a push to find some medication, but the thought of losing you was enough to get him anywhere. He'd ride for days, hell, he'd walk for days if it meant you could get better. "I'm taking a group out, I'll get ya the meds. Just rest f'me, okay sweetheart?" Daryl was pleading now, you could hear the whine in his voice. You nodded, coughing into your hands as you hobbled away.

Days had passed. You couldn't get out of bed most mornings, even as Herschel did his rounds. Usually you'd join him, making sure everyone had water and food. But your bones ached, your head was pounding, you were sweating through your clothes. "Why don't the caregivers care for themselves, hm?" Herschel asked, entering your cell with a pitcher of water. You smiled painfully, reaching for your cup and holding it up for him. "Not used to it, I guess.." You wheezed, stabling yourself before another coughing fit. "How is everyone?" "Good as they can be, I guess." "Any word on the meds?" You asked, wanting to take the moment off yourself and onto a cure. Herschel shook his head. "Daryl keeps asking about you, though. It's rather sweet, really." "He is. Contrary to how he acts." You smiled, the thought of how he only acted around you. You'd caught him smiling a few times, even laughing at your terrible jokes. "I know a man in love when I see one."

Herschel had alerted you that Daryl was by the window again, asking for you. So you'd made the effort to hobble out of your cell and over to the window. And Daryl almost collapsed at the sight of you. Pale, hunched over in pain, sweat dripping from your skin. Your once glowing skin replaced with dullness, dark circles under your eyes. "Hey," you whispered, your hand on the glass, "how are you?" "How are you?" He asked, matching your hand with his and the both of you craved the feeling of the other's skin on yours. This was pure torture. "I can't do this anymore, Dar." You tried to take in a deep breathe, but you would wheeze as you did so. "It's getting harder. To talk, to walk, to move at all." Daryl's brows furrowed, trying to hold in every ounce of emotion threatening to spill out of him. "I know, sweetheart, I know." "They really need those meds in here, they're not getting any better." You confessed, there was no point trying to hide it now, you'd be walkers in a matter of days. "I'm gettin' em, I promise. Jus' been findin' fuel and supplies for our trip, we're leavin' today." Daryl mumbled, doubts and fears running rampant in his head. "Jus' came to say goodbye and I'll be back for ya." "I know you will, when I'm better I want a nice hug from you. It's the least bit of affection I deserve." You smiled, matching his as he shoved his middle finger up at you. But you knew what he meant. You could wait to tell him you loved him too.

Daryl had gone with Michonne, Bob, and Tyreece to a veterinary college for the medication, but Daryl couldn't think straight. He hadn't realised just how much you meant to him until you were isolated away from him. And he wasn't going to keep it to himself anymore. "We're in and we're out." Daryl instructed the team, leading them into the building. "Grab everything you can." He was so focused on finding the names of everything he needed, shoving it into his bag, he had his sights set on his objective and nobody else. Walkers had become the least of his worries. Even when the escapes had been overrun with walkers, he'd found a window which took them out to a roof. "We can walk over this roof, get us away from 'em." Daryl suggested, helping Michonne through the roof and carefully out of the building. The four steadily climbed out, aiming to walk along and find a quiet place to drop down, but Bob had lost balance and almost let go of his bag. Daryl turned, seeing the commotion and seeing Bob so desperately clinging to the back, completely ignoring any sense of fear from the walkers. "Just let it go!" Tyreece called out, but Bob was adamant on pulling the bag up. And Daryl had leaned forward to retrieve the bag from him. "What's so damn important in here, huh?" Daryl mumbled to himself, unzipping the backpack and pulling out a bottle. A bottle of what looked like whiskey. "All that for a drink?" Daryl reached his arm up to lunge it away, but Bob let out a yelp. "Please," he pleaded, "don't. It's just for when it get's quiet." Daryl was seething, why should he listen to his cries? He was on a selfish solo-mission. "Just give it to him." Michonne sighed, still wary of her footing as the walkers were clambering for their feet. "I can't believe this shit!" Daryl exclaimed, Bob's eyes fixed onto the alcohol sloshing around in Daryl's hands. "Should've left ya to die out there, we been so nice to ya. Y/N's been so nice to ya, and ya don't care one bit." "You take a sip of this before these meds get in our people," Daryl stepped to Bob, a menacing expression on his face as he shoved the bottle into his chest, "I will beat your ass into the ground."

It was a silent trip home, Daryl in the front seat with his head on the window. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about whether you were dead or alive. He was praying for the latter, and Daryl never prayed. In his life, he was so anti-God but when it came to you, he'd try anything. So seeing the familiar prison gates, Daryl almost leapt out the car whilst it was still rolling. He'd taken the bags of supplies straight to the quarantine zone, throwing it over to Herschel and sitting impatiently by the window. The window you'd always talk at, pressing your hands against it together, the one he hoped wouldn't have to separate you any longer. He had nothing to do except wait. He'd anxiously play with the ends of his hair, biting on his lip whilst he waited for any signs of progression. He sat, completely alone, just waiting for you. Completely unaware of the time passing around him. It wasn't until Maggie spotted him, and approached him slowly. "Everyone's taken the meds, they just need rest." She confirmed, and his heart lifted. "She's okay, but I think you need some rest too." "Thanks." Daryl spoke softly, a small smile on his lips as Maggie had exited the quarantine zone. He'd only waited a little while longer, until admitting defeat for the night.

The next morning, Daryl was up and spent the morning outside. Fixing the fence, stabbing some walkers in the skull, the usual daily tasks for him now. He'd accepted that you'd needed your rest, at least you were alive. But the weight still sat in his chest, even knowing you were on the mend, he wanted you. He needed you. Bob's selfish actions yesterday were now but a passing thought, he was solely centered on you. So he'd eaten some food, spoken to Carol, gone about his day as he usually would. Except you were missing. It had gotten to the evening, the sun setting behind the trees and it was a sight he wished to experience with you. "Hey handsome," he heard behind him, his head snapping to the direction of your voice, seeing you stood, weakly, against a wall. "Oh my God," he tried to speak, but it came out as more of a whimper. He'd abandoned his smoke, throwing it onto the ground before wrapping you into his body. Feeling your skin on his, your voice blessing his ears, it felt too good to be true. "Dar," you croaked, "too tight." You giggled when he'd released you, brushing his hands down your back, not wanting to take his hands from you.

[the3musketeers]

request!! >> (fandom : degrees of lewdity, Alex)

🧸- im sooooo sorry if this is ooc help??? sorry dol fandom

w: feminization & feminine dressing (alex), sub/bot alex & dom/top reader, reader referred to as [name], a little ooc???, somnophilia maybe..?, HORRIBLE transition into sex, oral/bj, reader calls alex a girl likeee once, gay sex (real)

minors dni <3

a pink, frilled skirt, socks that hugged his plump thighs perfectly.. this was perfect, alex thought. he adjusted his red fringe, admiring himself in the view of the camera he held.

a few hours prior, his boyfriend came home from work. after greeting him, name went on his way to rest on a chair in the living room. alex had been in his room since, to surprise him with a little video.

he puts the camera lower to avoid showing his face, and starts recording. he paces towards his resting boyfriend, showing his body on camera.

his shirt was all messy, barely tucked in. the buttons near his neck are undone, and his legs were in a man spread. alex smiled behind the camera, but upon further inspection of his partner's clothes, he seemed to notice something else.

something bulging for attention under his pants. alex, who was visibly surprised, stopped filming. he puts his phone in his other hand, before slowly coming closer to him.

a little peek won't hurt.. will it?

the room was unbearably silent for alex as he unbuckled name's pants as slow as possible to avoid waking him.

successfully getting rid of the belt, alex puts it on the floor. he puts his hands to work on name's pants, pulling it off his legs to reveal the very thing he's been searching for.

it practically jumps out of [name]'s underwear, eager, and awaiting for any form of stimulation. alex found himself staring at it, his mind blanked.

alex wraps his hand around his length, as he licked his lips in anticipation. [name] would love it if he helped him out, he wouldn't mind, he thought.

he slowly strokes his boyfriend's throbbing member, all the while keeping a tight and firm grasp around it. his fingers glide over the slit on it's head, from the veins, to the base.

alex was snapped out of his trance, suddenly stopping when name groaned, and stirred in his sleep. he repositions to get comfortable, and only continues when he goes quiet again.

"..hope you're dreamin' bout me right now.." he mutters, just as he decided that he was ready for it, he took [name]'s dick into his mouth. bobbing his head at the pace of his hands.

he loved the way it tasted, the way he'd take it into his mouth n the strange, but welcomed flavor would invade his tongue. the way the veins of [name]'s member would brush against his tongue while he'd suck.

alex was distracted by his own focus on [name]'s dick, he didn't even notice his boyfriend woke up already..!

[name] put a hand on alex's red hair, rubbing it affectionately. "this's a surprise.." his voice and touch made alex's heart almost jump. alex raised his head, his mouth parting from name's cock.

" 'm sorry, I--" he tried to make up some excuse, though [name] promptly shuts his lip with a finger to his mouth. "hey.. I didn't tell you to stop, did I? you can keep goin'.. if you want."

alex was surprised, but.. it's not like [name] would deny him,, " 'kay.." he muttered in response, as his mouth hovers right above [name]'s member, about to take it back in his mouth..!

[name] let out a pleasured sigh, feeling alex's warm cavern wrapping around him. his hand raised to cover his mouth,, just as the other kept itself knotted in the redhead's hair.

only two sounds could be heard throughout the room. [name]'s pleasure-filled groans, as well as the sounds his boyfriend made as he kept sucking on his cock,

"mmh.. a-agh, good girl, suckin' me so well.." he whispers, in a husky tone. his view of alex bobbing his head, sometimes taking it so far to make his entire length disappear within his mouth. It aroused him further,

"c-cummin', honey.. I'm cumming!" [name] was itching towards his own release, tangling his hands onto alex's hair as he thrusts his hips into his face whilst he moans out loud.

alex didn't seem objected to it either, if anything, his hands were gripping around [name]'s inner thighs. the thrill of his boyfriend's seed filling his mouth-- claiming his throat as his, it was something he was waiting for this entire time.

[name]'s hands gripped onto alex's hair, locking him in place. he shot his load inside his mouth, "ah.. ah," [name] pants, as alex's cheeks filled with ropes of his warm cum, then swallowed it all up.

[name] gulps, feeling alex's still expectant gaze land on him again.

"..fuck, maybe we should go for another round."

[shaisuki]

omg I'm so sorry im the anon who requested crybaby!reader

I'm sorry I forgot to add the characters 😭

I'd like to see itadori and gojo with crybaby! reader ☺

again I'm sorry 😅

SSSH, DON'T CRY

ft. gojo satoru, itadori yuuji

content warnings ─── fluff, smut, dacryphilia, fellatio, teasing, rushed and shitty writing, short.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ they always unintentionally made you cry

ITADORI YUUJI

itadori is no stranger to your tears. droplets of water streaming down to your cheeks while you cry in the smallest things. be it in when a character dies in a movie or the simple things. he likes it. the tears are the proof of your vulnerability to him and it shows you trust him.

that's why he's wiping the tears streaming down your face while his cock stretches you. “-s big, so big...” you always whine out to him while your fists are curled in his shirt. legs spread to accommodate him better and bring you pleasure. it's always a wonder him you still looking so pretty for him while he's currently stretching you.

“doing so good for me, baby.” he moans, drool dripping and drops into your chest. he can feel your walls spasming around him and the more he bottoms out in you, more tears appears in your lashes and fuck, he did find it so endearing. he knows you're not in pain and it's how you respond to him while he sinks into you.

there's a sniffle, followed by a hiccup. “yuuji...” glossy eyes staring right back at him and be knows it when you call his name like that. syrupy sweet like honey dripping on toast. the pink-haired boy groans when he fully sheathed himself inside of you before his hips starts ramming inside you.

that earned him more tears and your nails digging in his arms. your stained cheeks and your tongue almost lolling out with your body jiggling at the impact of his thrusts. he could give you more than this and just be your pretty self with your tears.

he's not done with spoiling you.

GOJO SATORU

“you cryin'?”

it never gets old despite how many times he said it to you. he always says it when he can see the first tears gathering at the corners of your eyes when something frustrates you, when things doesn't get on your way or the simple things.

and he repeats it all over again.

struggling to take his full length inside your mouth. you try but he's too big but he's there to guide you. holding out your hair while you take his cock into your mouth.

“doing well, pretty girl.” cooing at you and you nod, the spit connecting to your lips and to his cock. red and angry. waiting to be warmed up but your mouth. taking him one more and you obediently bobs your head. engulfing his hardened dick and gojo curses out.

while his hand hold your head while he ruts himself to your mouth. groaning and the sight of your tears freely falling and streaming in your cheeks gets him going while you take him a like his own personal fleshlight.

and when he came, his hot, white cum coating the insides of your mouth. filling up you to the brim which you gladly swallowed, choking up a little bit and gojo praises you for being a good girl. wiping the tears in your cheeks.

you can cry all you want when he's rewarding your for being a good girl. he'll give you a reason to cry more.

[urlovebot]

so 🧍I had a sudden thought abt experient bada n innocent reader where bada start trying out what kind of kinks turn on reader, but like, she does it cautiously, pet names here and there, trying out biting, risking some degradion maybe? hehe and she observe every reaction waiting for the time she can start abusing them until reader gives in🤭

this got me giggling and kicking my feet LETS GOOOOO

it really would start so cautious like she usually calls you "baby" "sweetheart"... throw a "honey" in every once in a while.

but then she starts calling you "princess" and like... its not necessarily out of character but you're like 😳 okay

your eyes dart up to hers the first time she says it and you get a little flushed so shes like! great!

now yall know i believe in corruption kink bada lee supremacy so

she thinks its so cute when she bites at your lip while you kiss

the first time she does it, its out of instinct- immediately she's like "baby- i'm so sorry. did it hurt?"

but then you were avoiding her eyes! so she grabbed your jaw a pressed a light kiss against your lips,

"did it hurt, princess?"

you look up at her, pupils dilated. you hesitantly nod but

she leans down and kisses you again, biting your lip once more.

this time you let out a small moan.

and bada just grins against your lips,

check!

she kisses down your neck, nibbling just below your ear

you grab at her hair and squeeze,

check!

now you're in the practice room.

she's just finished her joint class for "on my mama"

and you just kept staring at her through the entirety of her teaching, she was so focused.

you kinda got a little sad that she wasnt paying attention to you as much.

so when she's finishing up her choreo, she points at you and runs her hand down her hat (yall know wtf im talking about)

everyone is filing out and you're stood by the back mirror waving as people leave

finally the last student exits and bada closes the door behind them,

"how'd you like it?"

and you give her a passive "it was good."

she strides over to you, standing so close you were forced to lean your back against the mirror.

"just good?"

"it was great. i dont know what you want me to say."

bada mentally looks through her own personal kinks and- she found one!

she slots her leg between yours, grabbing your hips and pulling them towards her, effectively making you grind against her thigh.

your cheeks flush and she can see you gulp,

she leans down real close,

"my pretty girl wanted some attention, didn't she."

and you shyly nod- bada thinks youre so fucking cute like this.

she keeps her hands on your hips, moving you up and down her thigh.

"i'm so sorry baby, you want me to give you some now?"

you whimper and nod.

and thats how she eats you out on the floor of the dance studio!

check!

and her favorite one of all-

you've gotten so comfortable with her that you can ask her to have sex with you, but its still very hard.

she's got her headphones on, bobbing her head as she maps out her choreo.

her tongue pokes out every once in a while to wet her lips- she knows you're staring at her.

she specifically twirls her pencil through her fingers because she knows how much you like her hands.

so imagine her surprise when you insert yourself on her lap!

now shes the one blushing lmfao but she gathers herself!

she shifts her headphones so that one ear is uncovered-

"...yes?"

you are silent but your eyes are asking for something.

"think you can give me a couple more minutes?"

and this time you have the nerve to sigh and roll your eyes and oh-

lets test out another one!

"you're acting like a fucking brat."

bada scans your eyes for anything other than lust, but she doesn't find anything.

she continues,

"ready to slut yourself out whenever you want- you dont take into consideration anyone but yourself."

bada brings a hand to your jaw and pulls your face close to hers,

"i'm gonna teach you patience today. that okay with you, princess?"

and thats how you ended up getting edged for half an hour while bada fingered you in front of the mirror in your bedroom.

degradation... check!

edging... check!

this last one happened on accident.

you and bada finally went to a shop together and bought a strap- bada already had one but she wanted you to pick something for yourself.

she's taking you from behind, hands gripping your hips as she's rolling her own into you.

you're gripping the sheets under you, crying out so fucking loud that bada needs you to be quiet.

so she does what any sane person would do and she grabs you from the scuff of your neck, yanks you back towards her, curls her hand from the back of your neck to cover your throat and squeezes

"shut up and take it baby, take it like a good whore would."

and she didnt even mean for those words and actions to slip out

but when she sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth drop open in a silent moan, drool ready to spill from the corner of your mouth-

she knows you were made for her.

anddddd scene!

[nctsplug02]

more nerd mark smut pls 🫠

[6:16PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: kissing, marking, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, switch!mark and switch!reader, and praising.

the one ♡: photo attachments.

mark checks his phone and his ears go red. “yah, get off your phone and help me with this stupid math problem.” haechan says twirling his pencil.

“i—uh, just a moment.” mark says, completely spaced out from his study time with haechan.

the one ♡: should i get it?

the one ♡: it’s on sale for $23.99

you: you look absolutely stunning in it.

you: get it.

the one ♡: actually

the one ♡: i might not get it. my friends are telling me that i shouldn’t.

you: WHAT

you: screw what they say, baby.

you: get it! it looks so stunning on you.

haechan snatches the boys phone and shuts it off. “dude, i was texting someone. plus, im surprised you’re even studying!”

“i always study, what do you mean?!” haechan whines and mark snatches his phone back. “i’ll help you in a bit, i just need to—?”

PING!

the one ♡: i didn’t get it.

mark sighs and shuts his phone off.

“finally— pussy-whipped nerd is off his phone.” mark bumps up his glasses and sniffles. “do you want to die?” haechan zips his mouth and sits back in his seat.

you smile and unlock the car as your boyfriend walks to your car with his backpack on and a wide, slanted grin.

he opens the door and sits in the heated seat. “there’s my boy.” you fix his messed up hair and he chuckles nervously while buckling himself in.

“hey, how was shopping with your friends?” you press on the gas. “it was fine. i bought a lot of things— some stuff for you too!” mark softly chuckles.

you look at him and frown. “what’s wrong?” mark looks at you and stammers. “n—nothing? w—why, um, why would something be wrong?” he chuckles after and you pull to the side, putting your car in park.

“markie, honey.” mark looks at you through his lashes and with his large puppy eyes. “talk to me. you’re.. really quiet.. quieter than usual.” mark sighs and blows a small raspberry.

“this’ll seem kind of stupid.. but, mm..” he presses his lips together and shifts them to one side, a small dimple popping out from his cheek. “well, i’m kind of.. sad you didn’t get the.. outfit.”

your eyebrows raise up and a laugh rumbles in your chest. “i know.. it’s stupid.” you shake your head and calm yourself down.

“n—no, markie.. i was just,” you sigh. “let me drive somewhere.. more private then we can talk.” you put your car on drive and press on the gas.

about ten minutes, you pull behind a church.

“listen to me, markie.” you say, unbuckling yourself and turning to face him. “need you to get out and push the seat forward.” mark nods and watches as you open the door and step out.

you grab the lever and push the seat forward until it stops. mark does the same and follows you to the back.

“okay.” you sigh and undo your long jacket.

mark gasps and you look up at him. “you.. you got it.” you laugh and he cups under your breasts. “wow, i actually.. i actually didn’t think you’d get it.”

“markie,” you tilt his chin up. “ya’wanna have some fun, markie?” his adams apple bobs and his eyes crease as he nods his head.

you slip the jacket off and toss your leg over his. “kiss me, markie.” mark cups your jaw and press his lips on yours.

you moan into the kiss and mark hugs your waist. “baby,” you say in the kiss and pull away.

you giggle— marks lips was smeared with your red wine lipstick.

“i’m sorry.” you lick your thumb and attempt to rub off the lipstick only for it to smear even more. “ah— what?” mark smiles and touches his lips. “you’ve got lipstick from me.” you bite your lip as mark laughs.

“i love kissing you with your lipstick on.” mark kisses you, again. “it’s like you’re marking me.” you giggle and kiss his cheek, then his forehead, then his cheeks.

“looks like you’re mine forever.” you smirk and mark bites his lip.

mark looks down when feeling tugs on his jeans. a small grin grows on his lips and he lifts his hips when seeing you lift yourself onto your knees. mark undoes his jeans and yanks himself free.

“would you look at that.” you tut and lower yourself into a squat.

although the area was tight, you made it work.

“should i.. mark this as mine too, markie?” you grab his cock and play with the tip. slowly smearing the precum and staring up at mark who moans.

“y—yes, m—mark it as yours.” he groans out.

you smile and press your lips onto his tip. “how pretty is that!” you press more kisses and marks groans grow louder.

“fuck, my knees are so cramped.” you laugh and stand up, slightly slanted over because of the small space. “i haven’t even touched you and you’re already shaking.” mark points out your knees that quiver.

“then you better hurry up and start making my legs shake.” mark chuckles and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back onto him with your knees pressed next to his legs.

mark takes your lips against his as he pulls your panties aside and guides your hips down. “m—mark,” you whine. “i’m getting needy.” you push your hips down and instantly, your cunt swallows the thick cock whole.

“baby, i’m not going anywhere. i’m never leaving.” mark says with a crooked grin. “good because i don’t plan on letting you slip through my fingers.” you say with a moan slipping from your throat.

“look at me,” mark hisses. “filling you up so perfectly.” mark runs his hands on your ass. your smooth, plumped ass.

mark holds your hips and rocks them. he looks down with a pout and bites his lips. “i’ve been waiting for you all day, baby.”

you lift yourself onto your knees before mark pulls your panties aside and drops you down. you moan as his cock fills you perfectly.

“fuck— i forget how huge you are.” you gasp and mark shyly chuckles. “i—i’m just seven inches.” you lift his chin with your finger. “that’s enough to fill me up.” you plant a kiss on his lips.

“now, fuck me like you mean it.” mark grabs your hips and begins to push his hips up. soft whines leave his thin lips as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

you moan and mark cups your breast. “fuck, mark!” you groan and listen to his adorable whimpers.

“you sound so fucking cute whimpering like that.” you moan out and flatly rest your palms on the roof of your car.

mark whines and squeezes your waist tightly. his forehead bleeding with sweat. “i’m gonna cum, markie.” you moan out and clench around him causing him to gasp out a cry.

“fuck, markie!” you groan and tangle your fingers in your hair.

mark was vocal during sex but he rarely talked during it— he was just getting used to it, that’s all. but, sometimes he would talk and praise you, even degrade you.

you squeal when reaching your climax. you bring your hands down to marks hair and you tighten your fingers around the soft and sweaty locks.

“y—y/n, im cu—cumming!” mark whimpers out.

“cmon then, markie. cum in me.” mark whines at your dirty talk. “i know you want to, markie. it’s okay. i’m yours.” you whisper into his ear, softly nibbling on the shell of it.

mark lets out a twisted groan as he releases his load into you. “there it is, baby.” you say, feeling the thick dick throbbing in you.

you softly bounce yourself on his limp cock, getting every last pump.

“love you, markie.” you kiss his forehead and he softly laugh. “i love you, too.” he whispers.

“you did so good for me.” you rub your hand over his faint abs.

[ktchie]

Jason/Ted has done something to majorly piss you off so a night of femdom/teasing/edging is needed to teach him a lesson 😈

'Just you'

Sub!Ted x Reader

Smut, Angst and Fluff

♡other tags: blow jobs, submissive!Ted Lasso, tooth rotting fluff, heart wrenching Angst, porn with a light plot.

♤2.5k wordw

◇Ted made you jealous, a little punishment wouldn't hurt would it?

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"Youre not crying are you, darling?" You asked mockingly, cruelly, and chuckling when Ted shook his head quickly - eyes closed and jaw clenched.

You gripped his cock in your palm, wet and loud with each movement. He shudders and writh under your hold, gasping with heaving chest and sweaty throat.

"P-please!" He cried, looking at you before falling back down again on the bed, mouth agape. "L-let me cu-cum! I'm..im-fuck!"

You chuckled once again, twisting your hand onto the head, stimulating the nerve under the tip of his cock - it made him moaned louder, messier, made his toes curl and eyes rolled back. "Youre adorable, you really think I would let you?"

"Oh please.." he begged weakly, lips almost trembling and he never look more beautiful. "H-honey please, i-im sorry-mgh shit!- please!" His thighs shook and his stomach tighten, his moaning got louder, whimpering pathetically at every second. 

His cock was soak with his own precum, wet with every pump. It made your mouth water but the fury inside your chest burn much deeper.

You grin before you removed your hand off his leaking cock, watching amusely as he sob.

"D-darlin" he whined, back arching - chasing the feeling of pleasure that had been cruelly yank from him. "Please..please.."

He looked at you with big eyes, wet with tears, pathethic and saddening.

He reached for you but you did not let him get closed, he whimpered lowly - hurt.

"Please honey? Can you..can you.." he bit his lip, he didn't even know what to ask, what to say, he wanted so many things from you, whether it be a kiss, a hug or a touch on his throbbing cock. He wanted it all and yet his tounge lay motionless on the roof of his mouth.

"Can I what?" You titled your head, watching as his throat bob and his eyes beg.

"..Kiss?" He settled with one word, doing his best to show you that he's desperate for it. "Please? I-ill be..ill be good for ya'"

"Ah yes, you will wouldn't you? Told me that earlier before you went off to talk to some woman and make me jealous"

Ted frowned and for a second you thought he's going to sob again. "I-i was- I was being a fool, I wanted to make you jealous cause i thought it would be fun but i- I was wrong"

"Of course you would say that, I mean look at you" you gestured to himself. "Laying on my bed with your cock red and leaking, pathetic"

Ted shook his head "you don't have to touch it anymore, love. You can just- can just leave me 'ere, but please don't be mad, please I was- i was a dumbass. I just wanted to-" he swallowed, his eyes suddenly not meeting your own.

"Just wanted to see how..how important i was to you and it was-it was dumb and I shouldn't have went to her but it just-i dont know, I just wanted to see.. I shouldn't have than that"

And God fucking dammit how can you be angry at him more?

"I wouldn't do it again, promise" he looked up to you then, big eyes so earnest and so hopeful and it does things to a woman like you.

"Ya dont hav'ta touch me anymore..I don't.. I don't care about it, you can just play with me and not let me finish and ill be okay but just..honey, please..dont be mad at me" he reach for your hand, the one you had used earlier to grip his throat. He pulled it slowly to his cheeks and press a kiss on the palm, all while looking at you like you hold the key to end his suffering. "Im sorry, please."

You clenched your jaw and lightly cursed, you can't fucking believe this, Ted literally have you dancing on his hand, you think you would burn the whole world if he ask this nicely.

"Youre killing me, sweetheart" you sealed your words with a passionate kiss on his wet mouth, hand now gripping his hair and pulling it. Groaning when he shudder underneath you. "You're a pain the ass, you know that? I couldn't even be mad at you properly without wanting to tell you how much I love you"

Ted, sweet sweet Ted, grinned so big, cheeks flushing red with your words as if he wasn't naked underneath you with his cock poking your ass. "I love you too"

"Dumbass" you leaned into him again, kiss him like you would never had a chance again, you captured every breath with your own mouth, swallowing anything he can offer and taking anything he can give. You lick his tounge, suck it and bit his lip. You groaned when he groaned and moaned when he moaned. He's getting needy now, humping you lightly, thighs almost trembling.

"Want to cum?" You asked lowly on his lips and Ted slowly opened his eyes, staring at you silently.

"Speak, baby." You peck his neck "Come on, tell me"

He moaned and gripped your hips tightly "d-dont know, up to ya'"

You chuckled "so if I say I don't want to and get up, you're not gonna be pissy all afternoon?"

"No" he answered quickly, the hands on your hips now settling on your back and pushing you slowly into him, embracing you with a sigh.

"Told ya', i dont care 'bout it anymore, I just want you to forgive me" he buried his face into your neck and sniff a little, it broke your heart, shattered it into a million pieces

"I thought you're gonna leave me" he whispered so lowly you almost thought it was nothing but a passing wind but once the words settled in your brain you feel like crying too.

"Oh honey.." you gripped him tight and you kinda want to hit your head on the wall for even doing this, for yelling at him, of course Ted would cry, would be so emotional, many people had left him before, many of those are the people he had never thought would leave him without looking back. He would still woke up at night with a cry of his father's name on his mouth and would still wonder how he can never be enough. You hate yourself a little more..

"Gosh, when you-when you ask to go home earlier I thought you're gonna leave me, that once we got back to the flat you'll pack up and leave" he sniff once again and you feel a little wetness on your neck.

"That you-that you would leave me and..I-i was so nervous because I couldn't loose ya', i-i just couldn't, I was prepared to do anythin' y'know? Beg on my knees or-or anythin' just to make you stay.." he gripped you more tighter, pulling you more closer, you thread your fingers into his hair and peck him on the side of his head. "I couldn't loose ya' y/n, I wouldn't.. I wouldn't know what to do"

"Shhh" you lightly pulled away and cradle his face in your palm, you wiped the tears that shed on his cheeks and kiss his forehead lightly. "Im not going to leave you, I would never, I love you so much okay? I'm sorry"

"No you don't gotta apologis-"

"No, I'm sorry" you caressed his cheeks, staring at him heatedly. "I shouldn't have..fuck, I shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have yell at you. I wish we just talk and did not let my frustration got the better of me-"

"'S okay, I understand why you're upset"

"Yes, but I should have still thought about what you would feel before I yell at you or, christ, push you in the bed and..y'know"

He smiled then and even with tears on his face it was still as pretty as ever. "'S okay, I like it"

You grinned at him and peck his nose. "Im sorry"

"Im sorry too"

You both kissed again, slower this time. Filled with love and adoration and promises that left unsaid. You sighed into his mouth before you went and kiss his neck, he shudder lightly. "Stay still, yeah?"

"Okay" he nodded his head obediently.

"Good boy" he moaned loudly on that one, cock twitching.

"You like it when I say that hm?"

Ted nod, breath broken. His tummy moved heavily underneath your palm, your fingers lightly tracing the hair depicted on his belly button.

"My good boy" you place a kiss on his collar bone. "My best boy" you peck at his throat and Ted's breath hitched, and the grip on his bedsheets tighten before you met his eyes, dark and soft and so utterly fucked out. "My love.." you kissed the spot right where his heart lay and grinned when he shudders.

Your hands went to his hips before you went down slowly, placing kisses on every skin you can reach until you're face to face with his cock, fat and thick with a large vein underneath. It dribbles with slick, dripping on his tummy staining his skin and you hummed before you licked it, gracing the tip of his dick teasingly.

Ted moaned loudly, almost like a sob.

"You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen, sweetheart" you grinned when he blush, eyes half lided and mouth agape as he looked down on you. "Pretty fucking thing, sweet too" you licked it once again and you heard him gasp.

"P-please" he whimpered, hand on your arm gently. "I cant-i can't take it anymore, please can you..oh god"

He shook when you took him all the way, fat head hitting the back of your throat. His thighs trembled and his back arched, chest sweaty and mouth chasing his breath.

"O-oh fuck! ho-honey" he whined, closing his eyes tightly as you twirled your tounge on his cock, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth and to his heavy balls.

You pulled away with a slurp, breathing heavy before you pump his wet cock quickly.

"Nghhh!" He jerked when your thumb traced his slit, stomach tightening.

"Feels good?" You ask, mesmerized on the way he looks at the moment. Blury eyes wet and looking like there's no thought on his head. "Words, Ted"

"'S good" he had slurred, closing his eyes and pushing his nose sideways on the pillow. "So-so good"

You grinned, hand slithering its way on his nipples before you flick it lightly, watching him jerked and cried out. "You look so handsome getting fucked by me"

Ted nodded his head, agreeing.

"Just ya" he mummbled "just for ya"

"Yeah? You like being handsome for me?"

"Mhm hm" he nodded his head, hips thrusting to chase for your palm, mouth agape. "Love being handsome f'you, haa fuck~" he whined when touch his heavy balls, playing with it as he shudders and shudders and a tear fell down on his eyes.

"Even with tears in your eyes you look good" you stated, pecking his cheeks before you went down once again, blowing a wind on his aching cock before you took it whole in your mouth.

Ted chocked out and arch his back, pushing it further into your warm mouth. "Ha~ oh plea-please!""

You hummed on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, nails digging on his thighs.

"Takin' me so deep, oh god h-honey" he threw his head back and groaned, exposing his throat. He briefly thrusted up, making you gag. Your eyes rolled back, you can feel your own wetness on your pants.

" 'm close, 'm close" he keeps repeating, you reach for his hand and place it at the back of your head. Encouraging him to use you like a toy, fuck your mouth like he owns it and make a mess on your throat. "I-i dont know, i- fuck!- don' wanna hurt ya-"

You rolled your eyes before pushing your head further into his cock, swallowing it and licking its length. As if saying you can handle it and Ted had actually nodded, eyes blazing with fire.

He put both of his palm on each of your cheeks, lifting your head lightly before he started thrusting up quickly, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over again mercilessly, even when drool drips and you lightly choke.

"F-fuck, ya look so fuckin' pretty" his words were so filthy but he had whined it, as if he couldn't take it. "S-so pretty with my cock in yer mouth, mhmm" he let go off one of your cheek and took a hold of your hair. " 'm gonna fuck it good, yeah?" He thrusted rather harshly "Thats what ya wa-want ain't that right?" He grinned, lazy and fucked out.

He cried out, closing his eyes before he used the grip in your hair to rapidly moved you up and down on his throbbing cock.

"Oh god" He let go of you lightly to help you breath but not even a word in youre back again on his dick, choking on it like you're meant to do so.

You're soaking at this point, your stomach tingling and your head mushy.

"F-feel so good" he had sobbed

"Feel So warm" he had followed, his pace slowing down. Dragging your own head onto his cock in a phase that you could savour his own slick before it can even drip down.

You moaned lowly before pulling his cock off your mouth, Ted whined once again before you went to his lips and kiss him, slowly, adoringly, as if pouring your own heart into it.

Your hand reach for his cock, hard and thick that you couldn't even properly grasped it.

"Mhmm" he moaned in to your mouth before you pulled away, pushing his face in your neck as you stroke him.

" 'm 'bout too, m 'bou too, o-oh god" he whimpered, pushing his face further and holding onto you for dear life.

"Let go for me" you replied, breath hot on his ears. "Be a good boy and cum on my hand"

Ted nod his head, moaning and shuddering. He grips your hips, humping your hand.

"H-honey" he whined, breath warmth and broken.

"I know" you cooed, your hand going faster. "Feels good yeah?" You pecked his shoulder

"My good boy..I love you"

He cried out on that one, going rigid as he spilled onto your hand with a loud moan followed by a whine and a sob. He trembled and his cum seems to not stop, it was warm and thick and he gripped on you tight as if you would slipped away.

"There we go, there's my good boy" you cooed at him, pulling away lightly to kiss his neck and cheeks. "My beautiful boy, you look so good"

"T-too much" he whispered, getting away from your still pumping hand and you chuckled before you pulled it away. Wiping his cam with a rag you keep on the bedside all while staring at him heave and blush from the orgasm.

"You okay?"

He nodded his head, half lided eyes open to look at you.

"Feels amazin', like I'm floating"

"Yeah?" You grinned and peck his lips, he chased for it as you pulled away. "Lets get you clean up, then dinner okay?"

Ted nod his head, smiling like he was under some drug.

"M'kay, love you. Just you"

You grinned so big you think your whole face would tear apart.

"I love you too, darling. Just you"

[bubbledtee]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮

"You see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies."

Warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff with jamie and your baby girl

Summary: After three long months, your little girl, Chloe, finally laughs.

Pairing: black album!James x fem!reader w/ baby

Word count: 818

A/N: listen guys this im sorry if this is corny but my baby fever is so bad rn. and I did this instead of my English project. ENJOY PLEASE OR ILL CRY

You smile as you sit beside James on the sofa, leaning into his side as he speaks goofily to your little bundle of joy, her back and head resting against the blonde’s long legs that had been propped against the coffee table.

“Did you miss Daddy while he was working today?” he asks with a wide smile, his fingers in the tiny grasp of Chloe’s hands.

The little girl smirks a little with a coo, her tongue sticking out slightly. You and James had long grown impatient to hear her tiny giggles as she reached three months of age, and every day both of you would try so hard to push that slight smirk to a tiny belly laugh.

“Yeah? You did?” he asks, acting as though she could understand him. “Daddy missed you and Mommy, too.” James leans forward slightly and plants a kiss on Chloe’s forehead before turning to you and pressing his lips to your own, leaving a chaste kiss on them. “The guys were asking about her today,” he chuckles a bit, his statement making you smile widely.

You bring a hand up to push a golden strand of his hair from his face, “Really?” you ask, tucking the locs behind his ear as he nods, “What’d they ask?”

James looks down at the still-grinning baby and smiles back, “They asked a whole lot. How she’s doing, if we’ll bring her back to the studio again to visit, if they could come to visit us.”

You giggle a bit as you snuggle into the blonde’s side, “Well, Lars is supposed to come by when you get the album covers, isn’t he?” you ask, gaining a nod from him.

A peaceful silence falls between you as you both watch Chloe look around the room with an infantile curiosity. You smile as you think about how James had stepped up to father her, his priorities set almost completely on the two of you. Quite honestly, you had worried your entire pregnancy that he wouldn’t have been able to do it. You worried that the dedication was too much for him and that he’d try to bury himself in work to try to stay away from it. You also worried his drinking would get in the way of his parenting, the same way it’d gotten in the way multiple times in your entire relationship. However, he had really attempted to cut down after you’d given birth.

You reach a hand out and rub Chloe’s tummy gently, “You wanna see your uncle Lars again?” you ask, pulling the little one’s eyes to you, bouts of curiosity beaming from them. You smile at her as you continue, “Well, maybe Daddy can bring you with him to work one day while Mommy cleans the house, hm? Then you can see Uncle Lars, and Uncle Jason, and even Uncle Kirk!” the names are drawn out as you list them, Chloe’s face once again turning to a wide smile at just the sound of your voice.

“Don’t forget about your Uncle Bob, too.” James coos at the little girl, earning a tiny coo back from her. James beams at her, “You wanna see your Uncle Bob?” he asks goofily, gaining yet another coo, this time louder.

Almost like a giggle.

You gasp slightly, trying to excite the little girl as you attempt to urge more coos from her, “Do you think that’s silly?” you ask her in a coo, causing a tiny bubbly laugh to erupt from her chest. The adorable sound sends joy and excitement bursting into the air, making James and yourself gasp ecstatically. “You think your Uncle Bob is funny, don’t you, honey?” you ask with your own laugh, watching as she giggles even more at the mention of the name.

James lets out a chuckle at the sight of the little girl being overtaken by her newfound laugh, “He’s definitely funny looking,” he says through his laugh, making you giggle, too. It isn’t long until there’s a circle of laughs going around between the three of you.

Between the family.

After a few moments, Chloe’s tiny giggles die down alongside yours and James’ and you’re back to smiling at the little girl in awe. Your heart blooms with love as you glance up at James, his smile wide with delight and love. It never ceased to amaze you just how tame a man as crazy as James Hetfield could be when it came to you. You and his family.

You sigh contentedly and press a kiss to the man’s cheek, his facial hair scratching you slightly. “I love you, James Hetfield.” you murmur as you pull away, pulling his attention toward you.

The blonde smirks at you as he plants a kiss to your lips, “And I love you, Y/N.” he murmurs back lovingly, your hearts seemingly connected in the moment. “More than you could ever know.”

[sebsxphia]

ok i was half asleep having my nightly thoughts lol and i had to wake up to send you this so i didn’t forget.. so imagine jake is taking care of you on his own for the first time and you’re crying because you want your stuffy named ducky, right? and jake is freaking out because he can’t find a ducky anywhere ! but it turns out the stuffy is a bunny that you named ducky, which he doesn’t figure out till bobby gets home😭

bunny. | ducky.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: jake tries to find your beloved stuffed animal, “ducky” but it quickly turns to tears when jake can’t find them.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i hope you enjoy this little fic my love! @uhmellamoanna <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

You reach up and sheepishly paw at Jake, tugging on his shirt as he closes the story book, “one more, ‘lease, Dada.”

You try your very best to make your voice sound as sickly sweet as you can to convince Jake to read you one more story before he tucks you into bed. He chuckles at your convincing proposition, but places the book on his bedside table and gives your nose a little tap which makes you stifle a giggle.

“I’m sorry, Bluebell. It’s ni’ night time.”

You pout in dissatisfaction and try him one more time, pleading for only one more story, but Jake is clear with his instructions. Tonight was the first time he’d be taking care of you on his own and he wanted to assert himself as your caregiver who could have fun, but also wouldn’t be as lenient as you thought. Jake held just as much of a responsibility as Bob did to take care of you.

The deal is done and Jake is tucking you in, that’s that. However, there is one condition that Jake will tuck you in with as many of your stuffed animals as you request. You list them off one by one and Jake collects them up and tucks them safely in next to you. There will be limited space once Bob gets home and curls up next to you, but you’ll be too deep asleep to notice.

“Mm, one more please, Daddy. Ducky!”

Jake frowns in confusion at your request and scratches the back of his neck, scanning his eyes around your bedroom.

“I, uh… I don’t think there’s a Ducky here, Bluebell.”

You mirror Jake and frown yourself with another small pout forming. “B- but, Ducky, Dada. I need ‘im to sleep.”

“I know, lil’ one, I know, but I can’t find him.”

You protest again, but as Jake turns your bedroom upside down and comes back from your playroom downstairs empty handed, your protests turn into wails and eventually shrieks of tears. Jake is quick to come to your side and soothe your hiccups, swiping his thumb over your cheeks to dry your constant flow of tears. Jake felt an immense of guilt that the first time he was here to take care of you, he had you in tears.

His own words catch in his throat and all he can do to console you is rock you steadily in his arms, shushing and cooing at you quietly. “Daddy Bobby will be home tonight and we’ll look for them, I promise.”

You nod meekly and settle for your beloved stuffed animals that you do have. Although your heartstrings still tug and pull knowing that Ducky was out there somewhere and not safely tucked up next to you. Jake does the best he can to stop your hiccuped tears and suggests reading you the bedtime story you never got.

An hour later and two more stories after, you’re deep in the throws of sleep. Your chest is rising and falling rhythmically and Jake can hear your soft snores. He lets out a hushed, yet contained, sigh of relief that you’re finally sleeping peacefully. As stealthily as he can muster, Jake slips out from under your tight hold around his torso to clean up downstairs before Bob came home.

“J? Honey?” Bob’s voice is a gentle beacon of light guiding Jake back to him and he falls into Bob’s embrace with the dish towel slung over his shoulder. Bob always had a knack for reading people and his favorite pastime was people watching, therefore he could tell with Jake’s slumped shoulders and head buried into the crook of his neck, that something was horribly wrong. “What is it, honey?”

“Bunny,” Jake pulls away from Bob’s reassuring embrace with a look of guilt etched onto his face. “They wanted, ‘Ducky’ but I couldn’t find ‘em anywhere. I don’t remember there being a duck and they couldn’t stop crying. It took them forever to fall asleep and this is my first time looking after them, and-”

“Jake, Jake,” Bob interrupted his flurry of rambling and squeezed at his shoulders. “Don’t worry, honey. They get tearful all the time with me, it’s not you. In that headspace it can be really hard for ‘em…” Jake relaxed under Bob’s touch and his shoulders shifted. “…and, ‘Ducky’ is a stuffed rabbit.”

Jake had a look of defeat and he sighed in exasperation.

“What?”

“Sorry, I should’ve said before I left. We picked ‘em up when we had a play date at a duck pond one time.”

Jake counted his lucky stars that Ducky wasn’t completely made up and he’d be able to console you now. Both of them snorted with hushed laughter and finished up downstairs, listening to Bob tell Jake about his catch up with Natasha. On the way up to their bedroom, Bob collected Ducky.

With a feather light touch, Bob traced his fingertip along your forehead and swiped a stray strand of your hair out from your closed eyes. He bent down carefully and pressed a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your flesh so you could just about hear his sweet call. “I’m home, Bunny. Missed you.”

You stirred from your slumber and blinked open your bleary eyes upwards at Bob. Your arms tightly got ahold around his neck and launched him down to the mattress. Bob made an, “omph” sound at the impact and directed you to look over to your side. Jake was sat on the edge of your bed with Ducky safely in his hands. You let out a dry squeal, your voice still laced with sleep, and reached out to Jake handing you your beloved stuffed animal.

“Ducky! Thank ‘ou, Daddy Jakey. Lo’ you.”

“You’re welcome, Bluebell. We love you too.”

By this time, half of the original stuffed animals Jake had given you had fallen out of the bed as he thought would happen. Bob neatly placed them together at the foot of the bed before sliding in under the duvet with you both, tucking you close to his chest. You slept soundly that night. Wrapped up in between your two lovers and Ducky clutched safely to your own chest.

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[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hi honey I love your headcannon on BoB. Please, who should you get me together with?🥹👉👈 I mean ship im sorry for my english its not my first language.

I am small with brown long hair, gray-blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose. I like to wear dresses and skirts. I like black coffee, the Beatles, books and sweets. I'm a little crazy and have a dark sense of humor. I try to be nice and friendly to everyone, but I'm not an open book. When someone is unpleasant, I prove to be evil. I'm also a bit clumsy and break things easily. I am very girl support girl.

THANK YOU SO MUCH. ❤️

Hello dear anon,

Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this🥲 My IRL job always gets in the way of my favourite hobbies 😭

I'd ship you with Lewis Nixon!

He loves your humour. If anyone else heard the jokes you guys have they'd give you funny looks.

He's constantly supplying you with new books to read and sweets for while you're reading on the couch. He always says you look so adorable with your cute little nose buried in a book.

He'll randomly put a beatles album on the record player and dance around the living room with you. He especially loves twirling you so your skirts flare out cause it makes you laugh

He gets so smug when he sees someone being unpleasant to you cause he knows you're about to give it back to them tenfold.

Hope you like it and I'm so sorry again that it took me so long to get to

[goddess-aelin]

I have to fucking see one more stupid ass post about how Le.xas death was SO much worse than Bellamys, I will throw up. L was a side character, a guest. She had a certain number of episodes from the beginning that she was supposed to be on. Her actress had another commitment for another show so they did the best they could with what was given. I absolutely get the outrage at the bury your gays trope 100%!!!!! Not only should it not have been done that way, but it should probably not have been done at all. But anyone with eyes could see she was going to be on the outs. Despite all of that, her name is brought up every damn chance they can get. She had a death scene that was at least 5-10 mins long and another scene after that of clarke grieving.

B on the other hand was a MAIN ass character. A MAIN MOC LEAD. His death, when it happened, should’ve been the most significant death scene to date. Because that’s how it works with the male lead! He’s the second most important person on the show, no matter how that makes you feel. To get an 11 second long death scene after an entire season of having about 3 different scenes, almost none of which were significant and furthered his relationship with other characters, is an absolute travesty. To not get any kind of closure, to have him on the “wrong” side, to have him think he was hated by his friends? TO BE SHOT BY HIS BEST FRIEND!??????????? That’s the worst writing I’ve ever seen. No disrespect to the writer who I’m sure did the best he could. Mad disrespect to Jroth tho because he’s a weasel in human form and was petty and vindictive to not only bob but also the fans of the show. I’m not mad they killed him off. I’m mad that the MAN OF COLOR lead didn’t get a proper storyline nor a proper send off.

[chvnnie]

Ok I’ve been thinking about the changbin hips part in maniac and how he puts his non mic hand behind him so that theres no obstruction from the pelvis and how the move right after makes the whole thing look like hes fucking you from behind and then slaps your ass

Thats it ive just been dealing with that visual since the release and im a mess because daddy dom changbin has been wearing on me for a while

hi!!! so sorry this took so long - i’ve been extra busy lately but this honestly has eaten me ALIVE since you sent it and i’m SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT TO FINISH IT. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY

Dress

seo changbin x reader

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: daddy dom!changbin, sub!reader, changbin’s thoughts are absolutely filthy, mentions of oral, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (come on. just don’t), tears, they both fuck each other dumb, breeding kink, god they’re so in love. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

a/n: my breeding kink has been through the roof lately and i’m making it everybody’s problem.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents seo changbin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

It all started with a dress.

That stupid fucking dress.

It wasn’t like this dress was special, or even new. There was no reason for it to invoke such a reaction in Changbin, but it did.

When he saw you coming down the stairs in that white dress, the one with the puff sleeves and square neckline with a tie in the front, his heartbeat suddenly became very prominent in between his thighs. Changbin always thought you looked so pretty in it, but something about it tonight made his mind blank, unable to do anything but stare at you with a gaping mouth.

He didn’t have much time, nor the brain power, to consider why something you wore often had him feeling so primal, before you sat next to him on the couch. A hand resting on his knee, you leaned in and pressed a small kiss on the corner of his lip, lipgloss leaving a stain. On instinct, Changbin licked his lips to remove the gloss, and had to swallow the groan that threatened to release.

Strawberry. Fucking strawberry lipgloss that was shining under the cool light of the sitting room and made your lips look so delicious. His mind began to run with thoughts of how smooth they would feel against his, or how pretty they would look wrapped around his cock. The way the sticky texture of it would rub off on his shaft, feeling the skin tug as you bobbed your head up and down. Or the way it would look smeared across your face, mixed with drool and his cum after he finished all over your face.

Fuck, what were you doing to him?

You looked at your boyfriend, blinking with concern. “Everything alright, Binnie?”

Oh there you go again. Binnie. The way it rolled off your tongue would never not drive him insane. It just always sounded so good, especially when-

“Fine.” He responded, clearing his throat so you wouldn’t hear his voice waver. “You look stunning, honey.” Changbin leaned in, placing a small kiss on your hairline.

Add your scent to the list of things that were overwhelming him tonight. Clean linen mixed with the soft smell of roses and something that was purely you. God, it was incredible, the way you could do absolutely nothing and have Changbin slobbering all over you.

A smile graced your face, other hand reaching up to wipe the excess lipgloss off his lips. “You looked lost in your thoughts. Just wanted to make sure you were still here with me.”

He wasn’t. No, his mind was far, far away at the moment, imagining all the ways he wanted to take you tonight. Changbin gripped your wrist, keeping your hand on his face as he pressed a butterfly kiss to your thumb. You blushed at the action, letting your hand linger before slipping away.

The rest of the evening wasn’t any better. When he invited you on his family vacation, he didn’t think he’d be spending it chugging water at a nice restaurant to try and calm his body.

It was everything you did. The way you twisted the cloth napkin around your fingers during conversation, how you broke your bread off into tiny pieces before you took the bites, the way your skin would flush any time his parents spoke to you as if you two hadn’t been together for years at this point. Everything you did made resisting the urge to pick you up and throw you on the table harder.

Changbin didn’t know if he could contain himself much longer. Apparently, luck was on his side tonight. When the check came, his mother brought up their plans to grab ice cream and walk on the beach during sunset, extending the invitation to you and Changbin.

“I would love to, but I actually have a bit of a headache.” You answered before Changbin could even think of an excuse. “I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to pass.” You turned to your boyfriend, hand searching for his under the table. Finding it, you gave it a tight squeeze. “Don’t feel like you have to stay in because of me, Bin.”

Like he would even consider passing up an evening alone with you.

Upon entering the vacation home, it took Changbin forty five seconds to have you in your shared bedroom with the door locked, on all fours with your ass arched up, panties pulled down just enough to show off your dripping core.

Changbin kneeled behind you on the bed, fingers opening the lips of your pussy up to see more of you. He leaned in, licking a slow stripe down the center of your silt. Your thighs shook as he took his time, tasting every inch of you.

“So sweet, baby girl.” He blew on your core, the cool air making your skin goosebump. “I love the way you taste.”

You whined, pushing your hips back to feel more of his mouth on you.

Typically, he’d entertain your bratty actions, smiling as he put you back in your place. Tonight, however, after the way you riled him up, Changbin was having none of it.

The sound of his hand colliding with your right cheek echoed in the room. He spanked you again, this time with enough force to jolt you forward.

“Stay still or I won’t fuck you at all tonight.” Changbin growled, knowing it was a lie. Every second outside of your cunt was pure agony. “You don’t get to be needy tonight. You’ll take whatever I give you, and fucking thank me for it. Do you understand?”

His hand cupped your cheek, readying himself to spank you yet again if your response wasn’t to his satisfaction.

Instead, you turned your head, wide puppy eyes meeting his lust blown ones. “Yes, daddy. Thank you daddy.”

Changbin smirked, hand rubbing the handprint he left on you while the other was busy caressing your clit. “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”

A gasp fell from your lips, whimpers close behind it. “Yes, daddy.”

He hummed as he continued to slowly toy with your clit, enjoying the way you were already squirming from his touch. His thumb began to rub your entrance, teasing gently before shoving just the tip of it inside you. Your elbows gave out, now resting your cheek on your mattress as Changbin teased you.

“Daddy, please.” Your whines were so pathetic, but so pretty. Just like you. “Want your cock in me.”

“You do?” His coos were condescending, thumb fucking you at a snail’s pace. He wanted to continue on with his teasing, he truly did, but then he heard the way you sniffled when you whined, and Changbin decided that you, and his cock, had had enough. “You know daddy can never say no to you.”

A cry of relief left your mouth as Changbin moved away. Cock aligned with your heat, he pushed in slowly, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him going straight to his head. Once he was completely in you, only then did he pull out, hips moving in circles as he fucked you slowly.

Your hands gripped the comforter, moaning as he continued the circular movements. Something about the way he moved was making you melt, dissolving into nothing below him.

But it wasn’t enough. The movement of his hips was wonderful, letting you feel every inch of him and the way he stretched you out was divine. If only he would fuck you a little bit faster, a little bit harder-

You looked behind you. Changbin had both hands on your ass, spreading you open to watch. His was in a trance, eyes fixed on where the two of you met, teeth tugging his bottom lip in. He was gone, brain completely focused on how much he loved being buried inside you.

The best thing about Changbin is when he fucks you, he fucks you both dumb.

“Daddy?” You meekly whispered, making puppy eyes at him. He looked at you, taking in your expression and the tremble of your lip, little whines slipping through.

You didn’t need to say anything else.

He smiled wickedly, one hand moving off of your ass as the other held you steady. “Of course, I forgot.” The rotation of his hips stayed the same, but the pace changed suddenly, speeding up and ramming into you. “Baby needs daddy to fuck her like a whore.”

You threw your head back, moans turning into screams as Changbin fucked you harder. His thrusts, while fast and rough, were calm and thorough. He wanted you to feel every inch of him, wanted you to feel just as good as he did.

“You’re so-“ hard thrust “-fucking-“ even harder “-filthy, baby.” He accentuated the last bit with a firm smack on your behind, the hit making your body vibrate. “Just having my cock is never enough, huh? Always need more and more of me.” The next sentence fell from his lips without much thought, but after Changbin said it, he felt his entire body shiver, goosebumps covering every bit of exposed skin.

“Just won’t stop until daddy fucks a baby into you, will you? Fine then, fucking take it.”

Changbin pulled out of you, and before you could protest, he flipped you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders and slammed his cock inside you. His thrusts were harder this time, nails digging into your hips as he held you still. Your hands grabbed his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t fucking stop until he was sure you were so full of him that you were leaking. Never have your kisses tasted so good, never have you squeezed him so tight, never have you made Changbin so fucking dumb, he was surprised he had any brain function left.

A particularly hard thrust made you break the kiss, head thrown back as you cried out for him.

“Bin-bin. I-“ you could barely speak, the sensations overwhelming you. “Ba-Baby been good? Baby cum?”

Changbin stared at you, and found himself lost. Your smeared lipgloss. Your mascara stained cheeks. Your wide, empty eyes that were staring into his. The scent of roses and taste of strawberries warming him up and make him melt.

He was never really sure love existed, not to this extent at least, until he met you. Until he fell for you. Maybe that’s why a simple dress made Changbin so insane - because it was you who wore it, and there was no one he would rather be with, no one he would rather spend his life with or do everything with other than you.

It’s always been you. It will always be you.

Changbin slowed down slightly, hand coming up to cup your face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, the softest smile painting his face. “Baby’s been so good for daddy.” He whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm and the tears filling his eyes. The kiss he pressed on your nose was so sweet, so gentle that it made you cry. You were as broken as Changbin was. “Please look at me. Look at me while we cum together. I want to remember how pretty you look when I give you my babies.”

You did look at him. Neither of you even dared to blink as you both reached your climax, Changbin pumping into you well after he emptied out. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.

He pulled his softening cock out, you wincing at the sudden emptiness. Exhaustion took over and Changbin fell on top of you, resting his head on your collar bones. The two of you laid there in silence, listening to the sounds of each other’s breaths and heartbeats.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer until his body was completely pressed against yours. “I love you, Changbin.” You whispered so soft, so gently that the words threatened to evaporate in the air.

It was then that Changbin began to cry. Body shaking, hot tears pooling on the shoulder of your dress, he sobbed into you.

A love this pure shouldn’t exist. It was too innocent for this world, for anyone to feel, let alone him. But you chose him; you loved him like that, even if he didn’t deserve it. Your love for him was so untainted, so spotless and perfect. He wasn’t worthy of it, and never thought he would be, but he would spend all of eternity trying to be a man worthy of your love.

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©: chvnnie 2022

[mackenzielovee]

letters to you: eight - rafe cameron

summary: one word can't describe the immensity of feelings had with you

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety/insecurity

wc: 5k

a/n: hi <3 i'm slightly drunk rn but let me know your thoughts and i hope you enjoy, i love this part for so many reasons and again im sorry for the little cliffhanger. xoxo !

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You’re seated on the couch, back in your pajamas, with a full wine glass sitting in front of you when you hear Rafe come in. He closes the door so softly, you wonder if it’s just your mind deceiving you because you’re so desperate for him to return. You’d replayed the scene in your head on a loop since he left, unable to figure out what it means or where it came from.

You take a deep breath when you see him appear in the living room out of the corner of your eye. Taking a page out of his book, you slowly drag your eyes up to look at him. Somehow, he looks like he’s aged ten years since he’s been gone. His eyes are sad, his shoulders drooped, and you can smell how many cigarettes he must have smoked while he was gone. In his right hand, he grasps a bouquet of flowers, but makes no effort to hand them over.

“I messed up before I left, didn’t I?” he asks quietly.

You’re honest when you say, “I don’t know.”

“Y/N, I–”

“Do you think we rushed this a little bit?” you blurt, unable to stop the thought from escaping you.

“What?” his voice is barely audible now.

“I’m just asking if you think we rushed this.”

You shy down on the couch, unable to get away from his intense stare.

“No,” he says, “I like how things are with us.”

“But I upset you,” you finally say, “You were frustrated with me when you left. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“I wasn’t–” Rafe stops himself, running his free hand across his face, “It wasn’t you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have some shit I’m still working through, and the circumstances kind of brought it out. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”

You stand up, letting your blanket fall. Just as he always does, Rafe’s not shy about taking you all in. His eyes are careful, as if memorizing every curve, every scar, every mark that makes you, you.

“Well, it’s okay, Rafe,” you say, taking one daring step toward him, “As long as you know you don’t have to work through all that alone.”

He nods, but you can tell he’s hesitant by the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows.

“I know,” he says, his voice low.

“Good.”

He watches you take the few extra steps, and before he can help it, he wraps his left arm around you and pulls you in. His right arm falls to his side, flowers still in his hand but practically forgotten. You mold yourself into his body, hoping to squeeze some sort of reassurance into him.

“It won’t happen again,” he whispers into your hair.

You just nod, and when you pull back, he holds up the flowers. He presents you with a boyish smirk you’ve never seen on him before, a sense of shyness behind it. He’s usually so confident and collected; this side of him seems to be new.

“They’re beautiful,” you smile, “You didn’t have to. Thank you.”

“Yes I did. Should’ve last week, too.”

You grin but roll your eyes, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He accepts it, then pulls the box of baking soda from his jacket pocket.

“Teach me?” he asks, an expectant smile crossing his face.

“Of course,” you laugh, “Let me take care of the flowers.”

He nods but leans down to silently request one more kiss. You give it to him, then he hands the flowers off to you and lets you step away.

He shrugs off his jacket while you hunt down a vase in the back of one of Rafe’s cabinets, probably old and never used. You fill it and stick the flowers in, just in time to spin around and find Rafe standing exactly five inches from you.

“Jeez,” you call out, free hand rising to your heart as an attempt to calm it.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “Just– just can’t seem to get enough of you being here. In my kitchen, on my couch, on my balcony.”

“In your wallet,” you add, teasing him.

He grins, “I want more pictures of you.”

“Maybe in your next letter,” you joke, knowing you won’t be confident enough to actually follow through on the statement, “It’s your turn to write, by the way.”

“I know,” he replies with a smirk.

He leans in just enough that his nose brushes yours, and that’s when you pull back. You laugh as he groans, throwing his head back.

“It’s time to learn,” you lecture him.

He just nods and follows you over, where you steal a kiss anyway before you get started.

Rafe pays attention for about five minutes before his hands start roaming and his lips attach to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach. You giggle when he does it, trying not to let him get to you too much but also knowing that he’s so far under your skin, going back to UNC is going to hurt worse than it ever has before.

Once you have the dough perfected, he fishes two spoons out of the drawer and gathers up a bunch of it, handing one off to you. He pulls himself off of you and leans against the counter as he eats, never removing his eyes from you.

As happy as you are and as much as your mind is telling you to just be in the moment, a part of you wants to know absolutely every single piece of him. The good, the bad, and whatever ugly part he seems to be working so hard to hide.

“You told me once that I could talk to you, do you remember that?” you ask, “That nobody would see my letters but you. So, if I needed to vent, you were open to it.”

He nods slowly, halting his eating, “I remember. I meant it.”

“Well, I want to say the same to you, now,” you continue.

“Y/N–”

“You don’t have to tell me. I would never force you to do that. If you want to, though, I’m here.”

Something flashes in his eyes; it’s as if he wants to say a million things all at once. You just wait, allowing him to process what you’ve said and decide how he wants to proceed.

“I’ve made some mistakes,” he says eventually, “But that’s not who I am anymore. I’m better – I’m trying to be better.”

You nod, trying to get the most out of such a cryptic statement. He steps over to the sink and rinses off the remainder of the dough, neither of you really in the mood to eat it anymore. When he turns back to you, you’re rooted in the same spot.

“Nobody’s perfect in high school, Rafe,” you say quietly, “Nobody’s perfect at any point.”

“You’re pretty close,” he says, letting a smirk tease the ends of his lips.

You laugh and shake your head, ignoring the way your entire body seems to run warm at his admission. Now, you’re sure he’s done talking about it. He’s acting playful again; stepping over and wrapping both of his arms around your waist.

“What’d I say yesterday about this emotional shit?” he teases, “I just want to be with you while I can. Let’s not dredge up my past just for the hell of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you say immediately, “I just wanted you to know–”

“I appreciate that, honey, I do. Really. You’re a better person than I know what to do with, to be honest.”

You shake your head slightly, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Rafe’s expression melts into something entirely different from your words, but he regains himself quickly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon, let’s get these in the oven.”

Saturday night consists of wine and whiskey, pizza, snickerdoodles, and about a million kisses. Some painfully slow, some so quick and desperate you swear you might die if you ever stop. You’re amazed at the fact that Rafe never tries to make it something more, he never tries to push you or make you uncomfortable. Really, he leans back and lets you choose the pace, taking over only when you relinquish control to him.

After a particularly long makeout session, you collapse on Rafe’s chest and turn your attention to the TV, where almost an entire episode of I Love Lucy has played through. Rafe’s palm is pressed into your back, stroking lightly every so often. Once the episode ends, he starts to squirm under you, and you know immediately what it means.

“Sit outside with me,” he says as you move to sit up.

“Okay,” you agree, picking up your wine glass while Rafe picks up his whiskey.

He slides the glass door open and lets you walk out first, taking a seat at his table. He lights up a cigarette as soon as he closes the patio door, then moves across the balcony to get to his seat. You look out, although there’s not too much to see. A road with a few cars passing by, the water off in the distance.

He clears his throat and draws your eyes away from the view, instead over to him. You watch him pull his cigarette from between his lips, letting them fall into their natural smirk as he looks at you.

“What time do you have to go tomorrow?”

The thought of getting back on that ferry without him makes your heart sink.

“Noon.”

He frowns, “Are you sure you have to go?”

Despite the topic, you smile. He gives you a soft smile when he sees yours, but something in his eyes looks sad. The loneliness is already returning, and for a moment, you swear you’re going to be lonely, too.

“I have class on Monday,” you say quietly, “I have to be there.”

He sits up straight, seemingly forgotten about the cigarette between his fingers.

“Honey, I’m joking. I’d never let you skip class to stay.”

You nod, knowing he has to work anyway, and both of your lives will return to normal. Just as last week, the thought of not knowing when you’ll see him again makes your heart ache. Not to mention the fact that a label hadn’t been put on this – a fact you’re trying not to think too hard on. The fact doesn’t necessarily bother you; you know you’re special to Rafe and you certainly know he’s special to you, but the pressure of figuring out what to tell Emma is weighing on you. As strange as you find her relationship with Ethan, you know that it would be considered more normal than your situation with Rafe.

He chuckles lightly, bringing you out of your trance. Your eyes meet his blue ones, which never leave you as he takes a drag.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face.

“Nothing,” you tell him, ignoring the heat that flows through your body at getting caught.

“Mhm,” he hums, amused, “You have no poker face, you know that?”

You furrow your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

He laughs and relaxes in his chair, staring at you for another long few seconds before he speaks again.

“You hold every single emotion right on that beautiful face of yours. You’re trying to figure something out, I just don’t know what.”

You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth and look down at the table, hoping somehow, the answer will be written there. Rafe keeps his gaze locked on you, never faltering or changing for one second.

“I’m trying–” you stop, reassess what you’re going to say, “I’m trying to figure out what I’m supposed to call this.”

You can practically hear him swallow as you finish your sentence, cigarette halting in midair as he takes it in. You don’t have the courage to look up at him, so you rely on what you can see out of the corner of your eye.

“This?” he requests clarification with a slight crack in his voice.

“Yes, this–” you almost whisper, “Us.”

He nods slowly, gradually unfreezing his limbs and functioning as normal again. When you do finally steal a gaze, he looks as if you’ve never said anything in the first place. The cigarette rises to his lips and he inhales, staring off the balcony as he thinks. You watch as the smoke comes pouring out of his mouth and nose a few seconds later, and that’s when he turns to look directly at you.

“Is Christian the guy you kissed on New Year’s Eve?”

You blink a few times as you try to process that subject change. Something spins in your stomach at the thought of Rafe not wanting to answer the question.

“What?” you ask, not even bothering to hide your confusion.

He laughs lightly, “Humor me. Is he the guy you kissed or not?”

“Yes.”

He nods, seemingly unaffected by the confirmation. You sit back in your chair and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth again, trying somehow to rid your body of the anxiety that seems to be rising up.

“Well,” he starts, tossing the rest of his cigarette off the balcony as he speaks, “I think I might die if I ever find out you kissed him again. Although, it’s not really fair of me to say that unless I do something about it, right?”

You’re not sure what game he’s playing, but at least it’s leading somewhere. That’s enough to get you to look up at him.

“I suppose not,” you say quietly.

“What would you like me to do about it, Y/N?”

Quite frankly, you have no idea how to answer that question. You can tell by the smirk on his face that he just wants you to say it, but you’re not sure you can. Just the thought that someone wants to be with you the way he does still hasn’t completely resonated yet. The thought of saying any word merely associated with the term relationship to Rafe Cameron has you teetering on the edge of insanity.

“I don’t know,” you reply, clearing your throat when your voice comes out barely audible.

He grins, “I’ve spent the last two days kissing the hell out of you, surprised every single time when you take control. It’s the words you always shy away from. Why?”

“I–” you stop yourself from claiming you don’t know when you look up and see his expression, daring you to lie. You stop and take a deep breath, releasing it before continuing, “I’ve never done this before, Rafe. I’m as inexperienced as they come. So, I don’t know the right things to say or when to know what to do. I have zero idea what’s happening right now, in fact. I just don’t want to go back to school confused. Or sad, if I’ve misread this and this is all it’s going to be. That’s okay, by the way, if that’s what you want, I just need to know. I need to–”

“Y/N,” he says, standing from his chair, “Take a breath, honey.”

You exhale, “Sorry.”

His laugh is short, quiet, and one of your favorite sounds to date. He kneels down in front of you and places both hands on top of your knees to steady himself. Your eyes gloss over each one of his features, wanting nothing more than to reach out and stroke a finger across his sharp jaw.

“I want you to be mine,” he tells you, “I want to be yours. In whatever way we do that is up to you. We’ll go at your pace. You don’t have to worry about me being here with anyone else, and I’ll try not to break Christian’s fucking arm next time I see him.”

You laugh, “Rafe. He’s nice.”

“He’s nice,” Rafe mocks, “Y/N, you really are new at this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Go easy on me,” you whisper.

“I will, honey. You know I will. I’m yours. Tell me you’re mine.”

You smile and lean forward in your seat, sure that your poker face is already giving you away.

“I’m yours,” you say, your mouth hovering about three inches from his.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, “Can I take you inside now?”

“I would like that.”

He grins and holds his hand out to help you stand once he does, tugging you toward the sliding door. He pulls it open and guides you inside, wasting no time pulling you back to him for a kiss. This one feels different – they all feel different to you, Rafe communicates through his kisses, you’re sure – and you completely melt as he holds you up.

Without even realizing he’s inching you back, Rafe stops when he reaches the threshold of his bedroom.

“What’s mine stays in my room,” he explains, pulling back to look at you, brushing the pad of his thumb over your puffy bottom lip, “Your pace. Always at your pace, honey.”

You nod then, guiding your arms around his neck to pull him back down to you.

“Okay,” you say, “My pace.”

He smiles against your lips, “That’s right, beautiful girl. Come on.”

It has to easily be hours before you two finally stop kissing each other. You don’t mind the fact that he smoked right before he kissed you; in fact, you feel as if you can taste more of his whiskey than the smoke. He holds you on his lap, then guides you to lay down in the bed, but he never once moves to take it further. You set the rhythm, he follows it. After so long, your lips swollen to perfection, Rafe collapses beside you and wastes no time pulling you into his side.

“You okay?” he asks.

You bite your lip, “You really want me to stay in here?”

He laughs and pulls you even closer, his lips meeting your temple. You wonder how he can do that, given how tingly your lips still feel.

“More than anything else in the world, really,” he answers.

You smile and cuddle into him, using your angle to look around his room. It’s pretty normal; a TV, a dresser, curtains, more books. One thing you do notice, though, is that he has no pictures up. Nothing that makes it personal. Nothing that claims it as his own.

“I like your room.”

Another laugh from him, and you’re sure you have to be the funniest person in the world.

“Thank you,” he says, “Want me to tell you something personal?”

“Always.”

“You’re the first girl to be in this room.”

You can feel your heart plummet to your feet, and before you even fully digest his words, your head shoots up to look at him. Out of all the things he could’ve said to you right then, that is not one you ever would’ve thought of.

“I am?”

He nods, a sadness in his eyes that you can’t seem to properly place. You’re not sure if it’s really there.

“Yes.”

You move closer to him, pressing your body against his. He welcomes it, letting out a content sigh as you do so. You can feel the sleep ready to take over your body, comforted by the admission that you’re sleeping on a bed that’s only ever been occupied by Rafe himself.

“Rafe?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you the adjective I thought of to describe how I feel with you?”

You don’t have to look up at him, you can just hear the smile on his face as he replies.

“Sure.”

You smile against his chest and let the word slip out before both of you wind up falling asleep.

“Intoxicated.”

When your eyes open, you smile immediately. The simple sight of sunlight streaming in through Rafe’s window, illuminating his room, has you beaming. You can feel his arm lazily wrapped around your torso, but can tell there’s a bit of space in between the two of you because you can’t feel his body heat on your back.

You turn around gently, careful to keep his arm on you, and take him in. His lips are parted only slightly, barely, and his hair is sitting in ten different directions. You’re sure that’s partially because of sleeping, but also because you’d been running your fingers through it nonstop while kissing him. The sunlight hits his tan skin perfectly, and for a moment, you’d swear he’s glowing. You refuse to look away. You don’t want to miss even the smallest of movements; you want to memorize how he looks right now and carry it with you everywhere. Forever.

“Assigning me another adjective?”

His raspy voice hits you directly in the heart, but you try not to let it show.

You laugh, grin wide, “Yes, actually.”

His eyes remain closed, but his lips get pushed together as he tries to suppress his smile.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, honey.”

You shimmy closer before you can help it, smile widening when you feel his hand travel from your waist up your back to pull you in.

“Alluring.”

“Alluring,” he repeats, “Wow. Imagine what my adjective will be after I take a shower.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, focusing back on him just in time to watch those blue eyes flutter open to greet the day. He smiles then, and up close, you can see the way his eyes crinkle when he does so. Devastatingly handsome, that’s what you’re sure he’d look like after a shower.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He laughs, “Hi. Did you sleep okay?”

“Very okay.”

“Me too,” he says, “I want to take you to breakfast before I have to put you on the ferry. Will you let me do that?”

You nod, letting his desires outweigh your fear of being seen on the island. You’re sure none of the members of the Club will be out getting breakfast anywhere, considering they all do brunch at the Club every Sunday.

“It’s allowed,” you tease.

“Good. Are you going to let me kiss you, or do you want to brush first?”

You smile at how well he seems to have already caught on to you, and you’re sure he’s not at all surprised when you sit up.

“I’ll be two minutes,” you promise.

He groans, “Make it one.”

You hurry off to the guest room bathroom and scrub your teeth, every nerve in your body firing with anticipation. It’s only been about seven hours since you kissed him last, and yet, it feels like way too long. Especially with him being so close all night.

When you reach his room again, you stop in the doorway when he's no longer in bed. You’re not sure what to do; if you should get back in bed and wait or move to the living room. He emerges from the bathroom then, hair still messy as ever, and laughs lightly when he sees you in the doorway.

“I brushed, too,” he says, “C’mere.”

He pulls you just inside his room and presses you against the wall beside his door, wasting no time pressing his lips to yours. It’s agonizingly slow at first, his kiss, just wanting to savor the feeling of each other so close. When he pulls away after a minute, you groan.

“Rafe,” you whine.

“Shit, I–” he drops his head back, “Fuck. Go get ready for breakfast. Stay a second longer and I won’t stop.”

You giggle and peck his lips quickly before hurrying off to the guest room, only so happy to hurry through a shower and get dressed before shoving all of your belongings back into your duffle bag. Just before you zip it up, your eye catches on the note you’d saved from Rafe that he had taped to the fridge. You smile when the idea comes to you, and when you hear Rafe’s shower running, you hurry into the kitchen to find paper and a pen.

“Okay, are you sure you’ve got everything?” he asks as he shrugs on his jacket by the door.

“Yeah, think so,” you say, “I’ll double check. Wait here.”

He just nods. You escape back into the kitchen and slide your note under his magnet, hoping it will make him smile the way his did for you. Quickly, you read over it for flaws.

Rafe,

I miss you already. Crazy, because you’re just in the shower. I kind of mean more so when I leave the island. Don’t forget it’s your turn to write.

Eat your cookies and think of me every time. I’ll definitely be thinking of you all week.

Yours,

Y/N

You’re so sure he’ll love the way you sign off the note that you almost want to hand it to him now just so you can see the expression on his face. Holding back, you walk back into the entryway and reach for his hand.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.”

Rafe guides you out of his truck and into the restaurant with a sad smile painted across his features. You know why; he has to take you to the port after this and watch you go back to school. Away from him.

He only releases your hand when the two of you are seated, but at that point, you’re under the grasp of his stare. His intense, breath-hitching stare.

“Have I told you you’re beautiful yet?” he asks you.

“About a thousand times,” you mutter.

He grins, “Today.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, honey.”

Your insides are doing cartwheels, and when the waitress approaches the table, you can’t think straight enough to even understand what you’re supposed to say. Rafe orders you both coffee and asks for a minute on the food. You know he did that for you – he’ll be having pancakes for sure.

“Would you hold it against me if I said I don’t want to go back to school?” you ask.

“Of course not,” he replies, “Is it because of us? Or something different?”

“A little,” you admit, “I just feel different when I’m with you. Less guarded, kind of.”

He nods, “What about Emma?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, when really, you’d been unable to admit much about your feelings with respect to your relationship with Emma.

“She’s my best friend. She just–” you sigh and start over, “Emma has a certain way that things should go. I’ve never fit that, but she’s always loved me anyway. There are just things I can’t tell her, because, I don’t know, she’d think I was a prude, or–”

“Holy shit! Rafe?”

You freeze at the male voice behind you, sounding closer than ever. Rafe’s eyes leave yours, widening slightly when he sees whoever it is. You’re not sure what to do, a new twinge of anxiety settling in.

“Wow, man, it’s been a minute. I thought we were going to see you last weekend for sure, you never miss–”

“Kelce, please,” Rafe stops him, “I’m having breakfast with my girl. Don’t.”

You turn at the admission, ignoring the way your body reacts to the words my and girl in reference to you. You take in the guy who Rafe seems to know; he’s tall and handsome, a smile already plastered across his face. When he sees you, however, it drops a bit. You try not to take that to mean anything, but your mind goes crazy with insecurities on what that could mean.

“Um,” Kelce clears his throat, “Sorry, I–”

“Can we catch up some other time?” Rafe’s voice is turning urgent, and you’re struggling to keep up with all of this.

You look up at Kelce again and find that he’s already staring at you. Not in a way that makes you feel he’s being inappropriate, more that he’s analyzing you.

“Yeah, Cameron, sure. I just–” Kelce looks at you again and finally gives into whatever thought is bothering him, “Man, she looks so much like Ava.”

Your face falls at that, having no idea what this means. When you look at Rafe, his jaw is clenched so hard you swear it might break.

“Kelce,” he seethes.

“Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Kelce facepalms, “Dude, really. I’m sorry. It just took me by surprise–”

“I’ll shoot you a text sometime this week,” Rafe says, dismissing him with a wave.

“Okay, sure,” Kelce looks over at you, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to compare you to her, she was–”

“Kelce, don’t make me drag you away from this table.”

You can’t form even a small it’s okay when he smiles timidly at you before walking off, because suddenly, you can’t find the words for anything. You had no idea what just happened, and you’d said nothing throughout the entire thing. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry and your chest suddenly tight.

“Y/N, look at me,” Rafe says quietly.

You do as instructed, but you do it slowly. When your eyes meet his, your guard is up. His seems to be down.

“Who was that?” you ask weakly.

“Y/N,” he repeats, “I need you to relax.”

“Who is Ava?” you continue your questions, acting as if he never spoke.

He opens his mouth, but the waitress stops in front of the table with coffee, and he clamps it shut. You give her a small thank you and applaud yourself for having the courage to speak up that time.

“I can’t tell you about Ava here, honey. Please.”

You suck in a deep breath, “She looks just like me. Is she an ex-girlfriend or something?”

When he doesn’t answer right away, you let out a small, incredulous laugh and busy yourself with dumping creamer into your coffee. A part of you knows you’re just being insecure, but Rafe’s weirdness surrounding the entire subject is throwing you off even further. He’s not the type of guy who hides from things, he owns his shit. At least you thought he did.

“Y/N, please,” he begs.

You just shake your head, “Consider it forgotten.”

He knows you’re lying and so do you. You slide him the dish with the creamer containers, keeping the sugar for yourself.

“Please,” he repeats, “Please trust me.”

You swallow and look up at him from your coffee, extending your hand and silently asking for his own.

“I do.”

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[gojous-exbabymama]

random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

————————————————————————————————————————itadori yuuji

“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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