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tbaluver · 8 months ago

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omg hi hi i luv ur writing, could u maybe do some hcs for the l&ds men when they want u to sit on their face (fem reader perchance) 🥰 i imagine the reader would be a bit worried about hurting or suffocating them but they just rlly want to make u feel soo good. Thanks & have a lovely dayy!

Sitting On Their Face- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: 18+, suggestive content, filthy filthy smut, MDNI, riding their faces, getting eaten out a/n: hihi anonnie! when i read this req i was thinking of that one steve harvey video so whenever i wrote a scenario for each character i was like YESSSS SIT ON IT pls tell me someone gets the reference 😭 anyway thank you so much! i hope this was okay and that you enjoy ! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و �� any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

"Please. Let me take care of you." You look down and you meet his eyes. His gaze on you softening accompanied by a tender smile that never failed to bring you comfort. He rubbed soothing small circles on the back of your thigh to reassure you that you would never cause any harm on him from this position.

With motivation from his large hands on your hips, tentatively you began to lower yourself, feeling his nose against your folds. His tongue movements start off slow and sensual. His tongue moving at a dragging pace while his hands are slowly stroking your thigh.

Your body seems to relax more once you roll your hips, he didn't waste time in licking up your entire cunt. His pace changing as if he needed more of you. His tongue delving between your lips and tasting the sweet and delicious juices he has always been craving for. You lower yourself further on to his face, putting more pressure on his mouth.

Dragging your hips up and down as he stayed in his place while his nose bumped onto your clit and his tongue moved perfectly with every thrust. You panted out loud and hard, losing your breath every time your hips made movement. You kept on moaning and whining, feeling the pit in your stomach getting closer and closer.

It hits you, the waves of euphoria that caused your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses. His name leaving your mouth in broken chants, softly spoken in ecstasy. Trying to catch your breath, you sat lightly on his chest to catch sight of Xavier's face.

He looked more fucked out than you and you can see your arousal dripping to his lips to his chin. He licks his lips as he pulls you back to your position, "I didn't get enough, let's do it again."

Zayne:

It's not like he hasn't eaten your pussy out before, he's very familiar in that department. If you were getting seconds thoughts because you were worried you might suffocate him but he would grip your thighs tighter to keep you in place. He would encourage you to put your whole weight onto his face, he does not care what size you are. He wants to be smothered in between your thighs.

"Stay still my love. You won't hurt me." His gaze softens below you, peppering small kisses on your inner thigh to make you relax. "Good girl, lower yourself." He inhales deeply, and exhaled out with a groan. "You smell heavenly. I can't wait to taste you."

He latches onto your pussy and the sight below you was enough to leave you breathless. He was holding onto your thighs with his cold hands, licking and sucking as if a man was starved.

You couldn't manage to say anything else than chanting out his names in moans. Your mind was dazed with pleasure from the way he made you feel. Tasting your sweet juices as he traces the tip of his tongue around your hole. Your pussy twitches as he went deeper inside of you and the pleasure was immeasurable and you wanted more.

You pushed him further into you, lapping up every part of your walls he could. You grip the headboard, leaning forward a little as he continued his mouth work on you. The way he slurped and smacked his tongue as he ate you out sounded as if he was feasting on your sweet pussy.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue, taking up all your juices with each stroke of his tongue. He continues to hold you tightly down on top of you, sucking on your labia as if it was his last meal. You were so close, heat pooling up inside of you. Your body jolts up as your orgasm washes over you and without even realizing it you pushed his face further into your cunt, riding out your orgasm out as you rolled your hips against his face.

"Taste just like heaven." He whispers, kissing the inside of one of your thighs.

Rafayel:

He doesn't mind whatever position you do. As long as his mouth will be on or in you the entire time. If you were worried about you suffocating him, he's quick to brush off that idea. "Puh-lease cutie, you think I'd care about that? I thought you knew me better." He teased, but he was also telling the truth. He doesn't care if you suffocate him. What's a better way to die than drowning in your pussy?

He immediately grabs your thighs and pulls you down to his lips, waves of your arousal washing down on him. He'll burry his nose in your pretty cunt while his tongue gushes with your sweet juices. He'll lock eyes with you, his eyes filled with lust and arousal.

His mouth and tongue feels so good, your fingers tightly lock around his hair while the other hand gripping the headboard. You start to grind your hips harder against him.

You moaned as throwing your head back when sucks on your clit, your legs trembling around his head. You can tell he was enjoying this too from the whimpers he made below you and was sending vibrations to your core.

He keeps a firm grip on your hips, holding you in place as he explores your pussy with his tongue. His continues to thrust in and out of you at a faster pace while his continued to rub against you.

You could feel the heat building up to your body as the pleasure courses through your veins. His mouth did wonders to you and you needed more to meet that sweet release. You grind your hips harder against his face, the knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each movement of your hips.

He watches in between your thighs as you shut your eyes close from the pleasure. His name leaving your lips in broken pants as you cream all over his face, your legs trembling from intensity of the orgasm. He takes in all of your sweet juices till there's none left.

Sylus:

He has been gladly to go down on you for hours at any time you want. Although he was never pressuring you on doing anything. He was just open to the idea if you were up to it. But oh boy when you were, this man was eager to get down to business.

He'd let out that rich man laugh and flash you a knowing smirk when you were concerned about him getting hurt. It was adorable to him that you think you could do such a thing but he reassured you. "Come on down. Let me make you feel good." He says with his voice thick with lust as he drags his thumbs up your inner thigh as they found their way to your outer lips to spread them open gently.

You bit your lip to suppress that whine begging to leave you as Sylus teases you with thumbs, moving them along your folds lightly before massaging slow circles into your clit. You couldn't take anymore of it and began to lower yourself down on his face. As you slowly let more of your weight fall on him, your legs were shaky as you felt the first swirls of his tongue around your pussy. He took his time exploring you from this angle. Loud wet sounds coming out and you couldn't help but move a little, grinding against his tongue and mouth altogether.

He licked thick stripes along the length of your sex with the flat of his tongue. Eating you out was nothing new to him. He would thrust his tongue into your dripping hole and eventually started to groan against you as he devours your cunt greedily.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. One of his hands slowly snakes up to you from your hips to play with your naked breasts, rolling your nipples to get you to make more nose. He continues to go faster and deeper as he could. Sucking harder on your clit as you hold onto the headboard for support as you try to find your sweet release.

You threw your head back and touched your breasts while focusing on the way his mouth felt on you and all of it was together was heavenly. Biting your lip, you clenched your thighs a little as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, the pressure growing bigger with every movement of your hips. As you let go of the grip you had on the headboard and lurched forward with both of your hands pressed on the mattress as you panted and rocked your hips needily against his moans. Shaky moans slipping through your own lips one after another as you ride out your high. With a skillful mouth, he drinks up all of your juices as you soaked his mouth and chin. "What do you say we do another?"

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ashwhowrites · 2 months ago

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Oooh! I caught them this time! Yay!! I always miss ur requests! I’m so excitedddddd! 🤩

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x reader fic w/ breeding kink? Like maybe he and reader have been together for a min and they’re out w/ Dusty and between watching him with the younger boy and maybe smiling and waving at a random baby reader is kinda watching him dreamy. So once they get a sec alone he’s like what? And she just smiles and is like “ur gonna be such a good dad”. And it DOES something to Steve. He plays cool and questions her like oh u think about that huh? And she’s like of course, I can’t wait to have ur babies. And Steve is like alright goodbye, drags her out and takes her home and smut breeding breedy smut.

Please and thank youuuuu 🤤 I love ur writing and def love ur Steve. I’ve never requested before and the anticipation is killing me already lol!!

Last one from my drafts :( none of this is proofread, apologies if it's a mess. I hope you find this and are still interested!!

Baby talk

It was common for Steve to hangout with Dustin. It was sorta babysitting in a way but Steve didn't feel that way. Y/N loved hanging with with her boyfriend and enjoyed when Dustin tagged along. It warmed her heart seeing Steve take care of Dustin and the friendship they had.

At first she thought it was sweet and adorable. But now that they've been together for over two years, thinking of their future together and growing more serious by the day, seeing him interact with all the kids sparked something inside of her.

It wasn't a surprise to see Dustin in the backseat as Steve pulled up to her place. She smiled at the young boy through the window before she entered Steve's car.

"How are my boys doing?" She asked as she clicked in her seatbelt, leaning over to greet her boyfriend with a soft kiss. Dustin pretended to gag behind them before he greeted her.

"Good. Dustin was telling me all about Hellfire....again," Steve said with a tight smile. A look in his eyes that Y/N could easily read as annoyed. She giggled and turned her attention to Dustin as he began to talk about it all over again, Steve peeling off down the road.

It didn't take long to wind up at the small restaurant, Steve as the gentlemen he was rushed out of the car to open her door. She thanked him as she slid out of the car, grasping his hand as they walked in, Dustin a few feet behind.

They settled at their table, a small giggle catching their attention. The couple turned their heads and saw a mom with a toddler at a table near by. The boy was clapping and there was a gummy smile on his face. Y/N returned her attention back to Dustin but Steve was in a trance. The little boy kept his eyes locked with Steve as he waved. Steve smiled and waved back.

All throughout their small lunch, Y/N couldn't look away from Steve as he entertained the toddler. The toddler loved him and Y/N couldn't blame him, she'd stare at Steve all day too. Which she has done and which she has been doing for the past hour. A dreamy look in her eyes as he made faces to the toddler.

Steve noticed his girlfriend's stare. Every time he looked back at her, she was already looking at him. A small smile on her face. Dustin filled the car ride with another story, but Y/N's mind was racing. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Steve, but damn she wanted to have his babies the second they got home. She wanted to be claimed by him and bounded together for life. To have the pride of bringing a baby into Steve's life.

She was lost in her daydream that she didn't notice Dustin got out of the car until the door slammed.

"What's up with you? You've been smiling all day," Steve laughed, giving her a quick look before he pulled off down the road.

"Nothing, just seeing you with that little boy. You're going to be such a good dad," she replied honestly. She thought the words would make Steve a little nervous, but he seemed to have an opposite reaction.

Steve felt his face burn and a twitch in his jeans. He thought about kids but hearing his girlfriend admit she noticed he would be a good dad excited him. He tried to not make it a big deal, playing it cool as he looked back over at her.

"Oh! You think about that?" He asked

"All the time. I can't wait to have little Steve babies," she joked even though she meant it. But Steve didn't crack a smile or laugh, he had this focused look on his face as his foot slammed down on the gas petal.

"Steve! You're speeding!" She scolded, looking at the speedometer.

"I don't care. I need to get you naked in my bed now," his voice was deep and serious. Her playful attitude shifted as she felt her thighs clench.

"Oh?" She teased, her hand moving to land on his thigh. She slowly slid it up, enjoying the way his breath hitched. "Do you have a secret kink you are hiding from me?"

Steve rolled his eyes at her teasing, but he couldn't help but melt in his seat as her hand moved closer to his covered cock. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white as her hand landed over his growing hard-on.

"Look at that," she whispered as she leaned over to his ear. Her hot breath fanned his neck as he harshly swallowed. "I should've known."

Steve somehow pressed harder against the gas, the car zooming down the street as he headed in the direction of his house. His breathing was heavy as she rubbed him over his jeans, teasing him the whole way.

He could barely think as he pulled into his driveway, moving fast as he raced them both out of the car, Y/N barely keeping up as he yanked her into the house. As usual the house was empty, leaving them alone.

Steve didn't waste a second before his lips were pressed against hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved to undo her pants, slipping them off. He placed his hands under her thighs, making her jump as she wrapped herself around his body. He moaned into the kiss as her warm cunt pressed against his jeans. He stumbled into his room, blindly searching for his bed as he dropped her on the mattress.

Their lips disconnected as her back landed against his sheets. She propped herself on her elbows as he stood over her and removed his shirt. She moaned as his hairy chest came into view, her hands already reaching forward to run her fingers through it. She loved Steve's chest hair, it added so much manly potential to him and it drove her insane.

Steve reconnected their lips as she played with his chest hair, he showered underneath her touch his cock growing harder. He softly pushed her down, climbing on top of her as they were messily made out. His hands skimmed up her body, his fingers teased the band of her underwear. Her stomach was rising up and down with every fast intake of breath.

His tongue met hers and she couldn't help but whine. His fingers slid into her underwear until he met her soaked cunt. Her hands moved into his hair as she braced herself when his fingers easily slipped inside of her.

Her insides burned as he fingered her, he moaned as her tongue worked against his. She made his head fuzzy and all he could focus on was how badly he wanted to fuck her until she was screaming under him. He wanted to cum inside of her, paint her walls and put a baby inside of her.

Needing air, she pulled back. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as Steve's skillful fingers worked inside of her. Steve looked down at her, his eyes full of lust as he watched her body.

"Steve, please," she whines, her eyes fluttering open. She moaned at the look in his eyes, they were dark, needy, and desperate. She loved having all the power over him, that she had him wrapped around her finger.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, his voice thick with arousal. He kept his pace, loving how she sucked him in and coated him with her wetness.

"Fuck me. I want you inside of me," she moaned, "I want you to fill me."

Her words edged Steve on, his fingers curling up as she withered under him. "Yeah? Your sweet pussy wants to be stuffed full of daddy's cum?"

Y/N's body reacted to his words, easily showing him he said the right thing. She tried to speak but nothing came out but choked whines. He leaned down and softly kissed down her body, removing his fingers as he became eye level with her dripping cunt. Her hands lost its grip on his hair, reaching for the sheets below. He slid her underwear down her legs, tossing them to the side.

She twitched as she waited for his next move, impatiently. Steve took his time, his cock was suffocating in his pants but he forced himself to deal with it. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, she squealed as he used his fingers to spread her pussy open. He drooled at the sight, leaning in as he pressed his tongue flat against her. He licked up and down, coating his tongue. Her throat was dry as her sounds all cracked. She dove her fingers into his messy hair, forcing his head further against her.

He groaned at the taste on his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he sucked on her clit. He loved hearing her sounds and knowing he was the only one that got to see her like this. He was the only one who got to taste her. And he was going to be the only one to put a baby in her.

"Yes, Steve, fuck," she praised, her hips rocking against his face as she felt an orgasm approaching. Steve just needed a small taste of her, a smirk on his face as he pulled away. Leaving her and her cunt begging for more.

She wanted to groan in protest but knew how to behave. Steve had no problem giving her anything she wanted if she was good about it.

"Pretty pussy is pulsing for me. So needy. Sweet girl is in heat huh? Craving my thick cock to satisfy you?" His dirty words made her shiver. She began to whine pathetically, her mind all mush as she reached for Steve's skin.

He stepped back to strip the rest of his clothes. She fought to keep her eyes open, looking at his naked body from head to toe. Her eyes zoned in on his throbbing cock. He began to softly pump it, the action making her head spin. She could study his body for hours. She's had sex plenty of times with Steve but his cock amazes her every time. He was thick and veiny, and she clenched her thighs as she replayed what it feels like inside of her.

"Come on daddy, breed my little cunt," she said as she spread open her legs. Desperately needing him to slide inside of her.

Steve was quick to position himself on top of her, holding his throbbing cock against her entrance. He guided himself inside of her, instantly moaning as her cunt began to suck him in.

"How long have you been thinking about having my babies? How long have you been wanting my cock raw inside of you?"

Y/N hated that he asked questions because she couldn't think of a single word. All she could give as a response was moans and whines as he begins to pound her. Her nails gripped his neck, holding his head as he moved perfectly inside of her.

"I've been fantasizing about pumping my sperm inside of you every single day. Jerking myself off as I picture how perfect you'd feel around me raw and bare. And fu-ck, better than I imagined," he moaned out his words as he moved his hands on the sides of her head, using the leverage to push himself deeper.

"Daddy's cum- starved breeding whore" he growled

"Oh fuckkkkk," she whined, the nickname brought her closer to the edge. "Close, please."

Steve moved one hand down their bodies, easily finding her clit. Her thighs shook as her clit burned with need.

With how turned on she was in the car ride, she barely could hold it together as his cock and fingers on her clit brought her to a new level. She clenched around him and Steve knew she was close.

"That's it, milk me sweetheart. I know you want it. I know that slutty pussy wants my hot cum painting your walls. All my sperm emptied inside of you."

"Jesus Steve," she breathlessly laughed. She's never heard his mouth so dirty but fuck it worked well. "You're so fucking hot like this."

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you raw every day until I get you pregnant? Have you whenever I want you. Don't even need to wear panties, stay bare for me. Let me slip in when I feel the need to empty my balls inside of you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes. Please please. I need to cum," she begged. Even if she wanted to wait for an answer, she wasn't able to. Her body snapped and she came.

Steve shivered as he felt her cum on him. He puffed air out of his nose as he focused on his release. Her hands skimmed down his back, landing on his ass as she pushed him further inside of her.

"Come on, daddy. Fill me up. I want your cum, every last drop. Breed me, give me a baby. Show everyone how well you filled me up. How I belong to you."

A shiver ran up Steve's spine at her words, firing his body up as he gripped her hips and pounded himself harder into her. Her head was thrown back as she tried to handle the new pace. Her cunt was aching but he felt way too good inside of her.

"Fuck gonna fill you up until your belly is swollen. Not going to-" he moaned, "stop until...fuck...until I breed you."

He felt his orgasm building, desperately chasing it as the bed squeaked underneath them. His body was beginning to sweat. Drops dripping down his neck and Y/N craved to taste it on her tongue.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuck yes," Steve moaned as he came. His body shook uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside of her. He panted as he rested his head against her forehead, catching his breath as he continued to push himself into her. His eyes bored into hers as he let her cunt milk him for everything he has.

He collapsed on her body, still inside of her, as he finished. His heart raced as he continued to catch his breath. Their sweaty bodies sticking together as they both sat in silence. Both feeling his cum resting inside of her.

"God, I love you," he whispered against her skin. He shifted to see her face, leaning in to softly peck her lips. "I can't wait to marry you."

Her heart swelled at his words as she reconnected their lips.

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jude5bellingham · 3 months ago

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crawling back to you ☆ j.bellingham5

pairing: Jude Bellingham x singer!reader

summary: you love your boyfriend sooooo much and he loves you just as much.

notes: i have been looping hozier’s cover of do i wanna know and i had to make this thank you + this is my first work back and im doing this on my phone... hope you guys enjoy :)

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judebellingham hey! this is not nice ☹️

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judebellingham goggles aren't the only things that freak you out 😝

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jobebellingham outrageous caption 😭

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camavinga calling him bloke is crazy 🤣

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judebellingham something is telling me i don't want to translate this convo...

user1 help what are those goggles😭😭😭

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user2 oh to be able to look at yn through those goggles

user3 oh to be yn to look at jude in those goggles

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yourusername ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

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judebellingham i clearly did

judebellingham do

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judebellingham HELLO?

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user4 NEW SONG?

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user6 it's so beautiful

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user7 i sense song of the year incoming

user8 i pray 🤲🏻🧎

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judebellingham not fair

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user9 ... oh to be loved the way yn loves jude

judebellingham never settle for less

user9 noted 🫡🫡

user10 it's the way that she loves taking pics of jude

user11 it's so 🥹🥹 urghh it's the best when they capture her watching his games and she tries to get the camera man to get jude instead 🥹🥹

user12 that's her man and she loves him so bad

user13 i want what they have frr

user14 i think we all do

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judebellingham i miss you when i wake up before you

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user16 jude bellingham is so in love it's sickly

user17 are u being snarky?

user16 NO!! in a wow i wish that was me way

user18 real asf

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yourusername do i wanna know out now :) (madrid heard it first)

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judebellingham the shock i felt btw

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jobebellingham jude...

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user19 SONG OF THE FUCKING YEAR

user20 CRAWLING BACK TO YOUUUU.....

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user22 CAUSE I ALWAYS DOOOOOOO

user23 omg the captions of her jude posts have been clues 🧎🧎🧎

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PODCAST INTERVIEW SNIPPET || ▶︎

host: i just want to start by congratulating you on your new song, i've had it on repeat since it came out!

yn: thank you so much, i'm so glad!

host: everyone who knows you knows about your boyfriend, jude, would you say this song is about him? or is this an older song dug out of the archives?

yn: oh this song is very much about jude (chuckles). honestly, i don't think any of my songs aren't about jude.

host: i'm sure he's giddy knowing that, a lot of people were wondering if it was an accurate portrayal of your relationship? if that sense of insecurity that is displayed in the song is real?

yn: hmm... (laughs) i don't know why i'm even thinking about it! jude gives me no reason to be insecure but at the same time i still feel it a little bit.

host: and that is?

yn: the insecurity, i'm always stuck between wanting everyone to see him the way i see him versus me being the only one to see him the way i do. i'm a little selfish, i'm not sure if it comes across properly in my songs, but sometimes i hope that i take up space in his mind the way he does in mine.

host: does it help? writing the insecurity into the song?

yn: honestly, i'm not sure. i actually didn't run this song by his ears before performing it, fingers crossed, he doesn't think i'm crazy and obsessed with him.

host: i think the whole world knows how obsessed you are with him, every post you have dropped since being together has included him.

yn: busted! i just can't help but take so many pictures of him... it's like i have to prove that this is all real.

host: it's honestly quite sweet, you're clearly always thinking about him and he posts about you just as much. i'm sure the feeling goes both ways.

yn: (laughs) veryy funny. hopefully it does.

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camavinga mr romantic shed a tear hearing the song btw yourusername

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user25 yn so real cause i would also get a man pregnant if he wrote that note about me

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judebellingham she's going to read these comments and think that she's normal

yourusername you know me so well...

user27 her reaction to that note is completely justified idk what jude is going on about

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finsplurtz · 1 year ago

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Dude idk how to explain it but there’s smth about ur fics i love….if ur taking requests can u do one for yuuji? Hes kinda dumb and he was basically a jock before he got into jujutsu tech so one with some corruption kink?

— thankuu I’m glad u enjoy my writings, I try my best. Hope you enjoy this one too<3

dumb slut — yuuji.itadori

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Yuuji Itadori

— contents : dumb yuuji (I love him) , corruption kink , virgin yuuji , is called a slut like once , overstim , creampie….if u rlly think abt it , passing out nd yeah.. mb if i got smth wrong

warnings : virginity loss erm think not much of a warning… blud is aged up btw

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You stared down at the pink haired guy with a confused look. … did he seriously not get the hint..?

You’ve been flirting and sending hints that you wanna sleep with him. At some point you almost gave up and thought maybe he was playing stupid to not hurt your feelings or something, but no he’s really clueless.

Something about that made you feel excited.

Yuji was popular, he’s surrounded by girls, you were 100% sure he knew about the wonders of sex.

“Uh.. you know what, we should hang out after school. My house. Just us two” you smile knowing he couldn’t turn you down.

There wasn’t any special occasion, you just wanted to hang out like friends and down a couple drinks. That’s what he thought at least.

For most of the afternoon you guys were laughing and talking about anything and everything, Yuji’s a lightweight so the littlest alcohol already had him fucked up.

“Ahh…Yuji tell me, any girls you’ve been with?” You ask taking a swig of the alcoholic drink.

“Hmm…. I’ve had like 3 or 4 girlfriends.. you?” You let out a small chuckle.

“I’ve had some yeah, I mean girls you’ve slept with..” you tilt your head looking into his eyes, god was he cute..

“Uhm……no I’ve never..” he flushed looking off to the side. You got closer and placed you’re hand over his thigh.

“It’s okay..I don’t judge….but god does it feel good” you glance at his lips and he stutters trying to move away.

“Y-yeah..? I mean y..yeah I’ve heard..”

“I can show you, yuuji..” you get closer and closer to his lip, he closes his eyes tightly and you quickly stuff your tongue in his hot mouth.

He tightly grabs onto your shirt, his tongue so stiff it kinda makes you laugh.

You quickly dig your hands into his pants and roughly stroke his dick making him moan in your mouth.

“Augn-! Mmphh…~” He tries to pull your hand off but it feel so good, he can’t bring himself to pry you off, instead his hips subconsciously start thrusting into your hand.

“..like it..?” You pull away looking into his glossy eyes, he shakes his head no and tries squirming away.

“Mm…I know you like it..feels good doesn’t it..~? I can show you something that’ll feel even better…” he looks at you with wide eyes and a red face.

“OHH FUCK- ACK—“ Yuuji scratched his stained bedsheets as you pounded into his used up hole. His lips were red and slightly busted from how much he was biting them, he felt sticky and sweaty but he was addicted.

“D..did you cum again..?” You said, panting like a dog. You had felt him tighten around you causing you to groan and dig your fingers into his plush skin.

“Ugh….aren’t you..tired..?” He turned around and he almost had hearts in his eyes. He smirked as best as he could and moved himself on your cock letting out more whorish moans.

“Holy shit..? Have I turned you into a complete slut for dick??” You laugh and wrap your hand around his throat bringing his back up against your chest.

“S..so full..! Nngh….HA—“ He screamed feeling you harshly thrust in him again, cum being pushed out of his gaping hole.

“T-TOO MUCH S..STOP Y-YN~!!” He saw sparks as he came one more time at the feeling of your hot cum pumping him again, his thighs trembled and he fell forward, completely passing out.

You watched your seed peek out of his hole making you twitch.

You ended up passing out next to him for the whole day. In the morning you woke up to your cock being slowly stroked..

You slowly open your eyes to find Yuuji straddling you and aligning your tip to his wet entrance.

“Just…one more time..”

a/n; did i slack off? a little yeah…..

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guliexe · 2 months ago

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2hollis smut based on his new song style^^ he catches u in the clubb or anywhere idk and loves ur style and how innocent u look and starts to get obsessed with you and everything ab u and eventually ends up having sex nd he would be the dominant one i saw a video of someone saying he’d talk u through it so i think thts cute

[JEALOUS] 18+ mdni

2Hollis x Reader

A/N: This isn’t exactly what you asked, but it’s heavily inspired by it !! Thank you for sending me this request, hope you like the story! Also huge shoutout to my friends who gave me ideas for this :,)

warnings/tags: smut, inappropriate language, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, p in v, cumplay (i guess), fluff, soft dom!hollis

♡ you go to a club to celebrate your friends birthday and you get jealous when you see your crush talk to another girl. he confesses and things heat up.

w/c: 5.293 (no proofread) it’s pretty long ik

You met Hollis through Nate, a close friend of yours who introduced you a few months ago. Though you didn't know him well, you occasionally saw him at parties or gatherings with friends. Despite the limited interaction, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. Every time his eyes met yours, you’d blush and look away, and your heart would race whenever he got too close or accidentally brushed your hand.Not to mention that you spent many nights in bed, thinking about him while touching yourself.

Little did you know, he also thought about you more than he would a typical friend. Glancing at you when you’re not watching,sitting close to you or next to you whenever he could, liking your stories, his voice getting more unstable when he talked to you and his dick hardens everytime he sees you in revealing clothes. You thought about his actions all the time but maybe it was all in your head. “Maybe he's just being nice.It’s too good to be true, he doesn’t want me”, you kept telling yourself.

It was Nate’s birthday, and everyone was heading to a new club in town to celebrate. Hollis was invited too, of course, which made you feel a bit nervous. You wanted to look your best tonight—not because you hoped he'd notice you or anything. Totally not that.

You and some friends of yours arrived at the club first. Nate and Hollis would come later than you guys since they had some important things going on. You actually looked stunning tonight, getting countless compliments from your friends, but deep down, you couldn't help wishing that someone else would be the one complimenting you like this.

As you arrived at the club, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbled up in you. Your friend orders drinks for everyone and soon you get to dancing with the rest of the group. Clubbing isn’t your thing, you don’t really enjoy it. You’d much rather be home most of the time but you forced yourself to warm up to the idea of it and try to have fun with your friends tonight. You didn’t want to spoil Nate’s birthday with your bad mood anyway.

After a while of drinking,dancing and laughing with your friends,Nate and Hollis finally appear at the clubs entrance. You turn to look at them, feeling your stomach flutter when your eyes land on Hollis. Nate gave you a small wave,smiling softly, and you waved back at him,squeezing through the crowd trying to get to them.

“Hello birthday boy! Happy birthday you bastard!” you hug Nate and flash him a smile. “Thank you Y/N! Where’s everyone else?” he asks,looking around,trying to spot the group. “We’re all sitting over there! Come on!” you point toward the couch where everyone’s sitting,sipping on their drinks. Nate walks towards them,leaving you and Hollis behind.

“Hey, i thought you didn’t like clubs”,Hollis says,smiling at you,making you look back at him surprised “I..uh..I don’t really, but i can’t miss Nate’s birthday, can i?”, you laugh at him softly. “Nah i guess you can’t” he chuckles in return,his eyes meeting yours.”Hey uh,you look really nice…tonight…” his gaze shifting to the floor before looking back at you.

Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks turn a shade of pink that’s visible even under the vibrant club lights. You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at your outfit, then meeting his gaze again.”Thanks…you look, very handsome as well”. You give him a gentle smile, locking eyes with him. Just as he’s about to speak, Nate’s voice calls out,cutting through the moment.” Come on, guys, over here!”.

You walk to the couch where everyone was, sitting next to one of your friends, while Hollis sits right infront of you on the other couch. Everyone was drinking and chatting to eachother, to the point where most of your friends were well past tipsy. “Come on Y/N drink!Dont be lame!” one of your friends urged.”Uh, no i don’t really drink, thanks tho!” you reply with a smile.”I don’t care Y/N, it’s Nate’s birthday, come on!”.

She shoves a glass of vodka into your hand, and although you hesitated, the pleading look on her face convinced you to give in. “Ah fuck it”, you muttered, and chugged the entire glass.”Yeahhh, now that’s the spirit!”, she grins. A few drinks later, you found yourself laughing and chatting with everyone, utterly drunk and caught up in the fun.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning shyly, you met Hollis’s gaze. His eyes are fixed on you, taking in every detail—the way your soft thighs pressed together, how your dress had risen just enough to hint at the underwear beneath, and how your long hair fell down your chest and back, gently framing you. He was completely captivated by you tonight, his thoughts clouded by the sight of you. Your eyes look back at his, staring at him just like he did, your heartbeat quickening as your lips parted slightly in surprise.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend’s voice, and you turn your gaze to her. ”Hey Y/N are you coming to the dance floor with us?”, she yelled through the loud music.”Oh yes ofcourse!”,your attention shifting back to her. As your friends headed to the dance floor, you stood up, trying to steady yourself before joining them. But before you could leave, you turn back to look at Hollis.

“Hey, wanna come dance?” you asked, extending your hand. He hesitated, then shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. You should go, though.” A wave of disappointment washed over you, but you nodded and made your way to the dance floor where your friends were. Dancing and moving to the electronic music, the alcohol fogging your mind, you got lost in the moment.

Hollis watched you from across the room, his gaze unnoticed as you danced to the rhythm of the music. The lights of the club reflected off your dress, making it sparkle as you moved,perfectly hugging your figure, and it was so short, so daringly short, that he could almost see the bottom of your ass when you moved too much.

He couldn’t help but imagine how you would look like without that dress,discarded on the floor, and how your soft skin would feel like under his fingertips. But before his sinful thoughts could wander further, a drunk girl, who seems to know him from somewhere, interrupted them, and she slid onto the couch next to him, pulling him back to reality.

You turned your gaze towards the couch where the rest of the group was sitting, and you spotted this random girl, sitting next to Hollis,a little too close, giggling and chatting with him. He seemed to really enjoy her company and it made your blood boil. “Who is this bitch?!”, you thought, frustration building inside you. You couldn’t think straight from the alcohol in your system, and in that moment, you decided you had to do something—anything—to catch his attention.

You started swaying your hips again, letting the music take over. A young man dancing next to you caught your attention, and you placed your hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn and look at you. A drunk smirk appeared on your lips, and he mirrored it. You both began dancing together, your bodies gradually drawing closer and closer with every move. Moving in sync with the rhythm, you turned around, swaying your hips on his crotch, your hands raised in the air, fully immersed in the music.

Hollis’ smiling expression slowly fades into a more confused and angry one, as he stops the ongoing conversation with the girl and turns his gaze towards you. Seeing you dance so close to this random man,moving your body on his, made his blood boil, and his hands turned into fists, knuckles white from the force. The man’s hands move slowly on your hips, then travel their way to your ass, squeezing it.His mouth leaving a kiss on your neck.

You angrily turn around and push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you yell, frowning your eyebrows,heart beating fast. “Woah baby, relax, dance with me” he puts his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him.”I’m not your fucking baby!Let go off me!”, you try to push him away and escape his grip, but he wouldn’t let go, until you felt a tall presence next to you, quickly shoving the other man away from you.

“Bro what’s your fucking problem, leave her alone!!”. You turn around to see Hollis, with an angry look on his face, staring at the man. “What is your problem dude? leave us alone we were dancing!”, the man yells back at him.”Clearly she doesn’t wanna dance with you anymore…”, Hollis grabs his arm tightly, “…so get the fuck away before i cut your dick off.” The man doesn’t say anything, just pulls his arm away from Hollis’ grip and walks away further into the crowd.

He turns his gaze back to you. ”Hey are you alright?did he hurt you?”, a look of concern mixed with anger appears on his face. ”No, i’m fine. Not like you care or anything.” you mutter, looking away. “What?What do you mean?!” he says, slightly yelling. “Just leave me alone Hollis…” you try to push him away but you’re too drunk and wobbly, all your strength has left your body. “…go back to drooling over that girl” you aggressively point at her, taking a small step back, your dizzy mind trying to steady yourself.

“Y/N what are you talking about?!” he shouts, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, but you quickly jerk it away. “Leave me the fuck alone Hollis!…” you yell, your voice trembling as tears well up in your eyes, “…just, go back to her…”, you lower your gaze to the floor, tears rolling down your face, then shove him away and dash towards the exit of the club.

Hollis calls your name, desperately hoping you'll stop and turn back, but you don’t. He pushes through the crowd, finally making his way outside. The cold night air sends a chill down his spine as he scans the streets for you, but you’re nowhere in sight. Just as he starts to lose hope, he catches sight of you sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the alley beside the club,your hands covering your face.

He walks towards you, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching the back of his neck. “Y/N, why are you acting like this?”, he asks, his voice laced with concern. You glance up at him standing in front of you, and release a heavy sigh.

“I told you to go back to that girl!” you say angrily, your gaze shifting away. He places his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as he teases, “Oh? So you’re jealous, then? Is that it?” You shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, I’m not,” you reply, your expression unreadable. “Okay, then i’m going back inside” he says confidently, and you mutter back in response, “Whatever…” covering your face with your hands once again, sighing.

Without you realising, he takes a step forward, leaning down toward you.”Think about it Y/N. Is that really what you want?” his voice soft but clear. You uncover your eyes and meet his gaze, slowly getting up on your feet again. ”Yeah, that’s what i want.” you reply, locking eyes with him as his tall figure moves even closer, nearly closing the distance between you, your body pushed against the cold wall. His head leans in, his mouth inches from yours. “Yeah?” A teasing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

You inch closer to him, your breath mingling with his, the need to close the gap and crash your lips on his growing stronger. Just as his lips are about to meet yours, the sound of your friends calling your names,mixed with voices and chatter, break through the moment. Hollis takes a small step back, clearing his throat, before turning toward the source of the noise. You follow him silently, trailing behind as he walks, the tension between you both lingering in the air.

"Hey, bro, Nate isn’t feeling well. Can you drive him home?" your friend asks, struggling to keep a very drunk Nate steady beside him. Hollis hesitates for a moment, glancing at you before responding, “Uh, yeah, I guess I can.” He walks over to help your friend carry Nate to his car. You fidget, then mumble quietly, "Hey, um, Hollis? Can you drive me home too? I really don’t want to be here anymore…” He looks at you, giving you a reassuring nod. “Yeah, of course. Get in.”

Nate slurred nonsense from the passenger seat, his rambling barely making sense, which made you chuckle quietly. Hollis, keeping his focus on the road, glanced up at the rearview mirror, his gaze briefly meeting yours. You stare back at him, offering a shy smile before returning your attention to the window beside you, the cool night air brushing against the glass.

After a while, you finally arrive at Nate’s house. Hollis gets out of the car and, without a word, helps Nate get out of it, carrying him toward his apartment. Left alone in the car, you sit quietly, your thoughts swirling. After a moment, you step out of the car, making your way to the passenger seat. You close the door behind you, settling in as you wait for Hollis to return, tension still lingering in the air.

You hear Hollis finally get out of the building, his footsteps approaching the car before he slides into the seat. He notices that you've switched seats, but says nothing, not wanting to make things awkward. "Right, let’s go then," he murmurs, and you nod in response.

The drive to your house passes in silence, tension filling the car. You rest your head against the window, gazing out at the lights of the city’s nightlife as he drove.Lost in your thoughts, you remain unaware of Hollis stealing occasional glances at you, your flushed cheeks from the alcohol, and your soft,thick thighs gently pressed together.

You finally arrive outside the building where your apartment is located. "I better get going", you murmur, preparing to exit the car, but Hollis's voice stops you. "Hey, uh, can I walk you to your apartment? I just want to make sure you get home safely, since you’re drunk and all." You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, you don’t have to, but… okay.”

You give him an annoyed glance before shutting the door behind you. He follows, stepping out of the car, and walks silently beside you as you head to your apartment. Finally arriving at your apartments door, you take your keys out and open the door, but before you could get it,Hollis’s voice stops your movement.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. You turn to face him, still holding the keys in your hand."No... I'm still mad," you respond, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration."But why are you mad, Y/N?" He steps closer, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips."You know," you reply, glaring up at his tall frame, irritation evident on your face."Do I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours as he closes the distance between you, his gaze unwavering. You only nod in response.

"I want to hear it from you, Y/N," he says, his tone now serious. "Use your words."You hesitate for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I can't stand seeing all these girls around you," you admit, your voice rising with frustration. "And I know I have no right to say this, 'cause you're not mine—"

Before you can finish, he steps even closer."This could change," he says, his expression hardening, his voice steady."What do you mean?" you ask, confusion creeping into your tone. Your voice shakes slightly."Come on, Y/N. Isn’t that what you want?" His words catch you off guard, and surprise flashes across your face."I-uh..." You stammer, at a loss for words.

He lowers his head, bringing it closer to yours. "I need an answer, Y/N. Because that's definitely what i want," he says, his voice softening."What about the other girl, Hollis?" you snap, your frustration and annoyance bubbling over."There is no other girl," he responds, his hands moving to hold your arms firmly.You glance at his grip, then back up to meet his gaze."But—" you start, but he cuts you off, his voice sharp.

"No buts, Y/N.She's just an old friend. There’s no other girl." he insists, his voice rising with frustration. His grip on your arms tightens just slightly. "How do I know you’re not lying to me?" you ask, your voice low and unsteady, a knot forming in your throat as you swallow hard. Hollis steps closer, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me prove it to you." he whispers.

And in that moment, he closes the gap between you, kissing you softly.You hesitate for just a second, but soon, your body surrenders, and you kiss him back, the tension melting as his hands move from your arms to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss becomes messier,more passionate. Hollis opens the door fully with his hand, without breaking the kiss, and he pushes you through, closing the door behind him.

He pushes you on the wall, his grip on your waist tightens and he slowly moves one hand on your ass, giving it a soft squeeze, still kissing you hungrily. A small moan escapes your mouth from his action, making him smile softly against your lips. “Yeah?You like that?” he says, almost whispering, and all you can do is whine in response.

He chuckles at your reaction, and then softly moves both his hands on your ass, squeezing it harder this time.”You know…” he moves his mouth to your neck,leaving a soft kiss on your skin. “…I like it that you’re jealous, shit fucking turns me on.” Your breath unsteady, a short sigh escapes your mouth, and your grip tightens on his shoulders as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck and jaw.

His hands travel to your thighs, lifting your dress just a bit, feeling the soft skin underneath.”You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he whispers on your neck, his voice low. A shaky ”Maybe.” leaves your mouth and he chuckles softly on your neck.

”Fucking slut.” a soft gasp leaves your mouth and your grip on his hair tightens, his words making the heat between your legs grow more and more.”I wanted to look good for you.” you shyly admit. “Yeah baby? And why’s that, hm?” he says softly, looking down at you. Your knees getting weak hearing the pet name.

“So we could end up like this.” you quietly reply, giving him a sultry look. He just smile’s wide before attacking your mouth again,kissing you passionately. Your body surrenders to his touch, and you moan into the kiss. His hand slowly travels under the hem of your dress and he suddenly moves his fingers over your panties, feeling your heat. “So wet ‘f me…and i barely even touched you.” You whine and slightly pull his hair.

“Please…” you whisper under your breath, pulling him closer. “What is it baby, tell me” he teases you. His fingers sitting on your inner thigh. “ ‘Want more…please.” you plead, almost on the verge of tears from how needy you are for him. “Tell me what you want baby.” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing your ear. “Touch me more” you beg, pressing your body closer. Your words only making the tent in his jeans bigger.

“Like this?” he coos, putting his fingers on your panties again, this time slowly moving them in circles. You can’t help but stutter and moan in his ear. “Y-yeah”, you put your hands around his neck to steady your self, small whines escaping your mouth, making him groan softly. He quickens the pace of his fingers, the thin fabric of your panties getting more and more soaked.

Your breath quickens,chest moving up and down,you push your hips harder on his fingers,almost grinding on them. “So needy,baby” he mutters, slowly moving your panties to the side, and places two fingers over your wet folds, teasing you. You gasp from the sudden touch “Mhh,fuck..”, he starts moving them in circles over your bare clit, kissing your neck hungrily, leaving hickeys on the soft skin.

You whine again, his actions bringing you closer and closer to release.Without a warning he shoves his fingers inside you,moving them in and out of your soaked hole,making you moan in his ear.An intense feeling grows on your abdomen the faster he goes, his thumb circling your clit.

Your body starts trembling,moans getting louder, but he cuts you off, “Not yet”. A soft whine leaves your mouth as he releases his fingers from you, wiping them on your inner thigh. “W-What are you doing?” you ask, almost tearing up from the loss of pleasure. He crashes his lips into yours once again, pulling your dress over your head,discarding it from you.His hands start roaming your body.

He palms your breasts, squeezing them softly, while kissing and biting on your neck. He then moves his hands to your sides,slowly lowering them to your waist, then to your ass gripping it, and lastly to your thighs, pulling one leg to his side, stroking the soft skin. “Jump.” he commands, his voice low and steady, and you do what he says without second thoughts.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your bare chest pressed against his,and kiss his neck gently while he carries you to the bedroom, holding you tight. You enter the bedroom and he sits down at the end of the bed, with you on his lap. You tug on his shirt and he takes it off in one motion.He kisses your neck hungrily, grounding your hips on his hard tent. You can’t help but slowy grind on him,putting ur hands on his abs steadying yourself while he kisses you. But once again he stops you. “Nuh-uh,on your knees.” he says softly against your ear, his command sending shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard and pull yourself out of his lap, getting on your knees infront of him, hands resting on your lap, and you look up at him with needy eyes, waiting. He leans down at you, cupping your cheek with his hand,caressing it. His thumb softly moves on your lower lip and he pulls you in for a kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuckles his belt and slightly pulls his pants lower.

You lean closer deepening the kiss and innocently place your hand on his bulge over his boxers, feeling his hard cock twitch under your touch, only making you even more soaked. He moans into the kiss, your breaths mingling. You move your hand to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down slowly, until his hard erection proudly pops up. You gasp at the sight, and your cheeks instantly turn red.

Hollis chuckles at your reaction and places his hand on your head, softly stroking your hair. “Don’t worry baby, i know you can take it.” Swallowing hard, surprised by his size, you hesitate at first. But then, you gently move your hand on his dick, making him flinch from your touch. You place your other on his thigh and you softly put your tongue on his length, giving it a small but slow lick.

“Fuck…mmh” he mutters. His grip on your head tightens,fingers mingling with your hair. Saliva drooling from your tongue to his tip, you look up at him, taking it in your lips,softly sucking and kissing it. “Shit…”, his breath quickening, the way you look up at him only making his tip leak more into your soft lips.

You move your mouth lower, slowly adjusting to the length, and once you’re comfortable enough, you start bobbing your head up and down, your hand gently bumping the length your mouth couldn’t fit, making his head fall back, eyes closed. His chest moves up and down, his breath shaky,and soft moans leave his mouth. He takes most of your hair in his grip and gently pushes your head lower.

You gag from the sudden movement, eyes tearing up, but you only get wetter. “So pretty ‘f me…choking on my dick like that,such a good girl”, his words make you moan on his dick. The vibrations of your mouth making him push your head lower,bringing him closer to his peak. Tears fall from your eyes to your cheeks, but you fucking love how vulnerable you look for him, and he surely does too.

He pushes your head up and down faster, wiping your tears away from your face, but when he’s about to finish, he stops you, pulling your head away from him. You gasp for air and look at him confused,saliva and precum covering your lips and chin.”W-Why did you stop me? Did i do something wrong?” you ask concerned. “No baby, ‘just wanna make you cum first” his voice soft and quiet, a pool forming in your underwear.

He wipes your chin with his thumb and brings you closer for a gentle kiss. He pats his thighs, and you shyly climb up to his lap once again. He leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, moving lower to your neck and collarbone, while his fingers play with your nipple. You lean your head back for better access, and he brings his mouth to your other nipple, sucking it and circling his warm tongue on it.

Your soft moans fill the room, but he stops his actions and grabs your waist turning you over on the bed so he’s on top of you. He wents back to kissing you, so gently this time, stroking your hair. He lowers his kisses down to your stomach, his hands softly gripping your hips. He stops and looks at you.

“Open your legs.” his voice clear and serious. Your heartbeat quickens at his words and you look down at him,slowly opening your legs. ”Good girl” he mutters, and moves his body between your thighs caressing them softly. He puts his fingers on your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness, and you move your hips to his touch.

“Getting so soaked just from sucking my dick. Such a fucking slut.”, you whine at his harsh comment, but it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down till they’re completely off your body. He grips on your thighs,slightly pulling them apart, almost drooling from the sight in front of him. “Fuck..”, he says under his breath, speechless.

He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly getting closer to where you need him the most. He brings two fingers on your folds, moving them around, his other arm still wrapped around your thigh. “Please…” ,you murmur, slowly grinding on his fingers. “Be patient baby.” he slowly moves his fingers on your clit, making you whine. Leaning closer, he places a kiss on your heat, catching you by surprise,his fingers not leaving.

You put your hand on his hair, tugging on it. He starts moving his lips and tongue slowly on your clit,while his fingers still play with your folds. “Oh my god…fuck” your grip on his hair tightens, your squirm ,needing to feel more. He squeezes your thigh and pins your hips to bed, holding you still. His fingers slowly moving towards your dripping hole,until he shoves them in, bumping them in and out of you while his mouth overstimulates you.

You moan uncontrollably, biting your lip, and he can tell that you’re close. His mouth gets sloppier and messier, until he stops his actions completely,taking his fingers out of you, leaving you whining and pleading for more. His grip on your thigh releases, and he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead,moving a strand of hair away from your face.

He then proceeds to take off his jeans and boxers completely,making you squeeze your thighs together from anticipation. He hovers over you, kissing you passionately, his hand placed next your head to support himself, and the other takes his length in his hand, giving it a few strokes before sliding it over your swollen pussy,teasing you. You flinch at his actions, gripping his toned arms. “So needy for my cock.” he murmurs, a small whine leaving your mouth.

He slides himself into you and groans, making you gasp, as he slowly moves deeper adjusting to your hole.Your grip on his shoulders so tight that left marks from your nails on his skin. His pace starting to quicken, shoving himself in and out of you, pleasure overfills your whole body and you moan his name.

Your arms around his back, you leave scratches that will definitely be there for days. He leans to kiss your neck, biting softly on the marks he left before, and puts your legs on his shoulders, deepening his thrusts. He leans back to look at you,grabbing and squeezing one your breasts while the other hand is caressing your thigh.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well”. Hearing him praise you like that makes your pussy clench around him. “Please…”, you whine, your breath quickening. ” ‘m gonna cum”, you tighten your grip on his arms and look down,tears falling on your cheeks from the intense pleasure, the sight of him fucking your hole making you come closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby, ‘m close too.” His soft voice making your whole body shake and a loud moan leaves your mouth as you cum on his dick.

His thrusts get slower and sloppier, overstimulating your throbbing core, until he finally pulls out and finishes on your belly. Giving himself a few more pumps until every drop is on you while you catch your breath, he wipes some of the sticky liquid with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth. “Open”, he commands. Your cheeks flushed, you do as he says, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them,licking them clean, tasting him.

They leave your mouth with a pop, and he gives you a kiss on the cheek,wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Come on, let's get clean, hm?" His voice is soft.You nod and flash him a smile. Gently, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. Warm water cascades over both of you as he carefully washes your body and hair, his gaze filled with admiration. Once he's done, he slips into his boxers and jeans, then sits on the bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready for the night.

"Hollis?" you murmur, sitting beside him on the bed. "Yeah?" he replies softly. "Will you leave me now?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. A worried look crosses your face as you nervously tug at the hem of your shirt."Not a chance, baby," he says with a smile, gently taking your hand in his. Your face brightens, and without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

You slide under the covers, curling up together. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ve wanted you for ages.” he admits softly. “Me too.” you reply, your voice quiet but earnest. “I hated when random girls were all over you,i wanted you to myself.”He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to worry about that now.”, and with a tender kiss, the two of you drift off to sleep.

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A/N: This it yall, i know it’s not the best but it’s my first time writing something and i really tried to make it atleast decent :P Let me know if you liked it guys! I’d love to hear your feedback, i wanna know what you’d change/do better.

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fandomout · 9 months ago

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hi babe! ur a great writer, just letting u know

can i request a carl x reader where when they get kicked out in like s6, shes like this rich kid who bribes the bank into getting their house back? like the cops are kicking them out and she just pulls up with a notice, shoves it in their face and the cops leave? i think it’d be hilarious

lots of love🤍🤍🤍

Sorry about the late reply. I'm trying to get back into things. I hope you enjoy it.♥

Rich Reader helps Carl when they are getting evicted

Carl couldn’t stand what was happening to the house, but he wasn’t going to bring you into it.

He thought with Fiona’s loan looming over his head it seemed possible. After the auction, he didn’t want you finding out.

That particular early morning, you heard the sound of your parents popping champagne in the kitchen, and you walked up to them and asked, “What are you guys celebrating?”

You dad answers, “You know our top salesmen got a house bought in the area we are trying to buy out; When any of them go down, it just means another one, and another one, and ano-”

“I get it.”

Seeing yet again no response from Carl, out of sheer boredom you look over at the stack of papers on the kitchen counter top and you ask, “Do you mind if I take a look?” Your moms eyes go wide and reach for the papers, which causes the papers to fall.

In distaste, your mom says, “Look what you did.”

You apologize and help pick them up and a familiar picture catches your eye. It was the Gallagher house, having been sold and marked with the day before.

You stand up and shout, “What is this?!”

Your father responds nonchalantly, “Don’t get all riled up…”

“Why the hell would you do this?”

“Not us. It’s just apart of the workload. We didn’t do it personally.”

“Yeah I’m sure. You hate Carl.”

“Yes, we don’t like that boy you hang out with. However, we didn’t go looking to do this. It’s just a bonus.” You shake your head at them and leave the house.

You are on the way to the Gallagher house when you see Carl sitting on a bench at the school track with Nick.

You go up to him and shove him before screaming, “Why didn’t you fucking tell me, bone head?”

Nick stands up, and Carl waves him off. Nick goes onto his bike and begins to ride the track. You shove Carl once more and wait for a response. He yells, “What are you on about women?!”

“Don’t fucking start, Carl!”

The threat calms him down as he lowers his voice and says, “What is it Y/N? Geez…”

“Uhmm…I don’t know. Your house being sold.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?””

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Carl...It’s me.”

“You wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Ouch…However, fair.” He snickers. You put a hand on his shoulder and comment, “You can tell me anything Carl. I’m here for you whatever you need.”

“Well, really there isn't much to do. They outbid us last night…Even after Fiona getting a loan, and everyone else scraping up what they could.”

“I could’ve helped.”

“No. Fiona didn’t want my money. I doubt she’d want yours. She wouldn't’ have taken it.”

“But, still-”

Carl's phone rings. It was Debbie, and she was freaking out. You could hear it as she yelled, “I need you like fucking now!” Carl looks over to you and says, “The cops are taking our stuff out.” You stand up and tell him, “Well, let's go.” Carl waves Nick over, and you head over to the house.

You can’t believe the sight of the he cops just taking their things out the house and throwing them like nothing. Carl notices that you haven’t moved from your spot and asks, “You’re not coming?”

“I have to do something. Before i go-” You hug Carl close, which gave you the chance to grab at Carl's gun.

You weren’t sure you’d need it, but something instinctive told you to take it,

Getting home, your quick to find the paper from the morning, you call the new owners, as you get ready to print a new contract that you’ve seen your parents make time and time again.

“Hello, thank you for your latest purchase without us. I was just calling to see if we could finish some final things today.” As they agree, you continue to say, “Great. Where can we meet?...A cafe? Would you mind texting the address to this number? Okay. I’ll see you there.”

Having all you paperwork, you rush to your room clearing out your savings and grabbing your checkbook. Then, you head over towards the city.

The couple look at you surprised, and they say,

“I’m sorry I thought we were supposed to be-”

“Meeting my parents?”

“I’m sorry for all the confusion.” You present an envelope to the table. “You recently bought that house; Now, my friend is going to be homeless. I know this isn’t your problem. However, I can still make this even better. I’ve got about 300,000 its way more than the cost you paid for the house and with that you could probably buy a new house. I have this contract of you releasing the house and your money from the auction will be given back. You just have to sign.”

“I don't know about this.”

You put on your best Carl impression before showing the gun in your pants and say, “Your going to fucking sign before I pop you right here.” You were shaking on the inside at all of it. However, they were quick to sign and rush out of there with the money. You let out air before grabbing the papers and trying to rush back to Carl. This had to have worked.

The police stand in front of Fiona, Carl, and Debbie. You take your keys out the car and slam the door shut and shout, “Stop right there!”

They all look at you funny.

You pull up the papers and look to Fiona before saying, “Fiona, I need you to sign this!”

“What is it?”

“Trust me.”

Fiona does so, and you unconsciously shove the papers at the cop. The cop asks, “What's this?”

You respond, “An agreement from the buyers. They've changed their minds about the house.”

“That means nothing.”

“It does when they sign the house off to Fiona, who has the means to pay any debts on the house and buy it back in full with this check.” You hand it off to the guy. “Getting the bank off our backs.”

They all cheer before Fiona comments, “Please leave my property. I’ve got cleaning to do.”

With grim faces, the police leave

Fiona hugs and kisses you in the cheek. Carl pulls you in right after and asks, “How is this even possible?”

“A combo of my parents and you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You.”

You pull out his gun and hand it back to him.

“Shit.” He said before laughing and hugging you again. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Forget your parents…You're one of us…Thank you.”

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lilhughesy · 2 years ago

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my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader

request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰

a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart

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the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, it’s full of birthday messages.

i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.

after doing so, i finally decide that it’s time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.

cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiah’s old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.

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SUMMER GANG☀️🌊🫶

y/n!

goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?

stevie:

con and i are going fishing at the pier today

belly <3:

i told my mom that i’ll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!

y/n!:

that’s fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)

i should be available today i think

connie:

i thought ur coming fishing?

stevie:

yeah!! boys trip!!

belly <3:

wow i’ve nvr seen us all so busy lol

wdym it’s a regular day

connie:

nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere

stevie:

LOL

belly <3:

so true, it’s gross jeremiah

shut upp

urs isn’t any better bells

belly <3:

y/n!:

stop being mean j

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i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that they’re all busy, so remembering a birthday isn’t that big of a deal.

i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.

after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.

you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.

my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, “happy birthday, my babygirl!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

i hug her back, “thank you, momma!”

she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, “here you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!”

my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.

i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.

“happy seventeenth, babydoll” my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, “i can’t believe how grown up you are already.”

“happy birthday sissy!” my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.

my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver — seeing people’s reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that i’ve been wanting to get.

“mom!” i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, “you didn’t have to!”

“oh, honey,” she coos, brushing my hair, “it’s your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?”

i look at her with my mouth opened agape, “yes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!”

my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.

“my first baby,” she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesn’t hear her, “i love you with my whole heart.”

i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.

“eat up,” my dad says to me, “your friends are probably waiting for you.”

i shrug, “they’re all busy today.”

my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, “seriously? do you want me to call susannah?”

i shake my head quickly, “no! it’s alright, really.”

“i’m sorry, baby” my dad squeezes my shoulder, “you can hang out with us today.”

i give him a small smile, “that sounds good.”

the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didn’t want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it would’ve been immature was what i told myself. it’s not like i’m six anymore.

i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.

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heyy pretty

wanna come over? we just came back from fishing 🎣

y/n!:

sure :)

awesome! see you soon!!

also wear something nice ;)

y/n!:

why?

not that you don’t always look nice!!!

my mom wants to take photos or smt lol

y/n!:

oooook

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my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something ‘nice’. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.

i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, i’ve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times — considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, i’m convinced he’ll appreciate it.

i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.

i slide on my white converse and head over to them, “i’m going over to the fishers.” i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.

the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.

“do you trust me?” he says, jeremiah’s hands clamped over my eyes.

“if you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.” i joke, “yes, i do trust you.”

“okay, good.” i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, “come with me.”

he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge ‘happy birthday’ sign hanging on the cupboards.

my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, “oh my god!”

steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.

“surprise!” they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,

“you guys!” i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, “thank you!”

his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, “did you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?”

i laugh, “well maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes… like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, “oh shush, that was one time!”

“we never forget birthdays here.” susannah giggles before also hugging me, “happy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.”

everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.

“who planned this?” i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.

“it was all belly and connie’s idea” she smiles, “now go sit!”

i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.

every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish — it has always been the same.

it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. it’s all i’ve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.

i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.

after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.

drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.

jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.

“do you wanna go upstairs for a bit?” jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, “y’know, to get away from this?”

i nod, “yeah, for sure.”

he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon we’re both seated on his bed.

we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,

“open it, my favourite birthday girl.” he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.

i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, they’re so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.

“j…” i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, “this must have costed a fortune.”

he shrugs, “anything for you, look on the band.”

i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that there’s an engraving on the inside of the band.

in love with my best friend <3

my jaw drops, “jeremiah?”

i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, “i love you, y/n — i’ve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i don’t think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.”

“can i?” he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.

i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,

“i’ve always loved you too.” i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.

his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, “god, i couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.” jeremiah groans.

i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.” he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.

his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.

“sit on my face,” he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, “let me give you another birthday gift.”

he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.

i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, “fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,

“shit, jere.” i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, “fuck, i’m gonna come!”

he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,

“holy shit, i can eat you out all day long.” he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. it’s huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.

i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, “it’s your birthday.” jeremiah tells me, “you can give me head another time.” he winks

my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.

i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.

“you feel so good, baby” he praises, “you tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuck”

i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.

“i- i think your cock was made for me.” i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.

he smirks, “oh yeah?”

and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, “sorry baby, i want to be in control now”

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, “fuck i’m close” i cry

“me too, hold on.” he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, “i’m fucking gonna come.”

“let it go.” he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.

a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. we’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, “holy shit” i pant out, looking over at him.

he grins, “that was amazing.”

“beyond amazing.” i repeat and he laughs,

“fuck, i should’ve asked you this before.” he says, reaching over to cup my face, “will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

i blush, “yes, a hundred times yes!”

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sturniqlo · 9 months ago

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Weird Cravings- C.S

summary: in result of pregnancy, y/n is having weird cravings and chris tries them with her.

cw: none?

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ten weeks pregnant

Y/n's morning sickness has definitely gotten better. She doesn't wake up every morning and run to the bathroom like she used too, just here and there she will. Chris has been there every step of the way. Some like to say, his brothers really, that's he's officially moved into Y/n apartment. He's rarely slept at his shared home with his brothers ever since Matt and Nick had found out about the news. "Have you moved in Y/n's place or what?" Nick asks as he sips on his water. Chris had came back from Y/n's place to get more clothes and to film a weekly video with his brothers. He also gave Y/n some time to film for a couple of brand deals and a video for her channel.

"No, just staying over more." Chris shrugs, drinking from his pepsi. "Question, when the baby comes are you moving in with her? Getting your own place with her? Or are they going to move here?" Chris and Y/n hadn't actually thought about that, Chris thinks. It's something that he'll definitely have to bring up. "I actually don't know. Maybe I'll move in with her? If she wants me to, that is."

Chris would love to move in with her. Even before Y/n got pregnant, he would fantasize about living with her whenever they would be alone in her apartment doing simple tasks together like cooking, cleaning, and lounging around. But, he's never brought it up to her. "Ready to film?" Matt suddenly enters the room with damp hair after his shower. "Yep." Nick says and Chris downs his pepsi.

Today, they were going to film a regular car video in Matt's car. After they finished filming, they went out for lunch. "How's Y/n and the baby doing? Haven't had the chance to check in on her." Matt asks as he takes a bite of his pizza. "She's way better now than last time. Her morning sickness has definitely went down. Not completely away but here and there she'll get sick." He wipes his mouth with his napkin, smiling at the thought of his girlfriend. "I still can't believe you guys are going to be parents." Nick says. They all laugh.

After lunch, they go shopping around LA. Chris really enjoyed alone time with his triplet brothers. Usually he would just go film and grab more clothes and go back to Y/n. She would try and tell him that she feels bad for taking him away from his brothers and convinced him to spend more time with them. As Chris looks through a rack of clothing, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Grabbing his phone, he sees that there's two messages from Y/n.

y/n

hi baby! hope ur having fun with nick and matt (tell them i say hi)

can you pls pass to the store on your way here and buy popcorn, pickles, ice cream, and bacon?

chris

anything for you and baby strawberry

can't wait to see u, love you so much

y/n

love you more

Back at home, Y/n had finished up her brand deal videos and her new upcoming video that she was now editing. However, mid-editing a wave of random cravings hit Y/n. She's craved things before, but never this weird. She found herself getting up off of her spot on the couch and going into her bathroom and opening up a new bar of soap. The soft scent hit her nostrils and she caught herself bringing it to her mouth. "What the hell, stop it." She sets the soap back in its box. That's when she decided to text Chris anything she was craving.

As Chris said goodbye to his brothers he hops in his car and drives to the nearest Target. Chris picks up a basket and start heading to the food section. He heads to where the chips are, likely that the popcorn is there. Y/n wasn't one to choose popcorn so he knew it was one of her cravings. He quickly goes to the candy aisle knowing that she was running low on her sour gummy worms and her zero sugar reese's. Specifically the zero sugar ones, for some reason the regular ones didn't sit well in her tummy.

After he gets everything else she asked for, he sends her a quick text asking if she needs anything else in which she replies no. He scans the items quickly, itching to get home to cuddle his girl.

"Honey, I'm home!" Chris giggles as he closes the door with his foot, tossing his keys in a bowl near the door. "In the kitchen!" He hears her. He places the bags on the floor and kicks his shoes off. Getting the bags again, he rushes to the kitchen placing them down on the island. Chris sees Y/n drinking water from her cup and a random bar of soap on the island where he placed the bags and a bowl of nugget ice in a bowl. "Hi, baby. Missed you so so so much." He comes up behind her to wrap his arms under her small bump that's barely there. Kissing her neck, she leans into his touch. "Mm, missed you more." She turns her head to capture his lips with hers.

After a short and sweet kiss, he kisses her cheek and unwraps his arms that were around her frame. Moving around her, he starts to take everything out from the bags. "Whys there a bar soap right there?" He asks, looking at her while crumbling up a bag "You won't believe me. I tried to eat soap, but stopped myself before I did. So I replaced it with ice while smelling the soap." Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink as she confesses. "Oh my god," He laughs. "Well, I brought the stuff you asked for, you can get rid of the soap." She grabs the jar of pickles and hands it to Chris so he can open it. While he opens it, she grabs a spoon and bowl to serve herself the vanilla ice cream.

"Did you want some?" She asks Chris as he places the open jar down. "Mm, I'll just steal some from you." He says and she starts scooping the cold treat into the bowl. "So how was your day with Matt and Nick?" Chris opens the fridge to grab a cold water bottle. "I enjoyed it, we went for lunch and then went shop-" He stops talking as he sees what Y/n is doing. She has the pickle in her hand and dips it into the bowl of ice cream. Although Chris isn't the biggest fan of pickles, he never judged Y/n for her likings. But this? It caught him off guard. "What?" Y/n says, mid chewing. "You- the pick- is that good?" He stutters. "Oh, yeah, it's pretty good?" She is also confused herself. She's never craved something like this.

"Want to try? I know you don't really like pickles but it's pretty good." She takes another bite of the unusual craving. "I- sure, why not." He laugh. "Here." Y/n places a glob of ice cream on the half eaten pickle and brings it up to Chris' mouth with her other hand hovering under the pickles so the ice cream won't make a mess on his clothes or the floor. "That's definitely something." Chris tries to chew as fast as he can so he can get the takes out of his mouth. "You don't like it, do you?" Y/n says sadly. "I'm sorry, baby. Not the biggest fan of it. Hey, hey, don't cry it's okay." Y/n's tears spill from her eyes.

"I don't know why I'm crying! I knew you didn't like pickles." She laughs through her tears. "It's okay, babe." He lightly laughs, bringing her head to his chest to hug her. "Here, keep on eating okay?" He takes her face into his hands and wipes her tears. "You want me to make a bag of popcorn? The bacon?" She nods. "Both, please. Two slices of bacon." She says softly, finishing the pickle and ice cream. "Look, I brought you more gummy worms and chocolate. Knew you were running low." He hands her the snacks. "Thank you, I ate the last chocolate earlier." She gasps.

"Did you finish the food I ordered for you earlier?" Chris asks as he gets started on the bacon, the popcorn already popping in the microwave above him. "Mhm, thank you again." She goes behind him and hugs his chest from behind. "Anytime, baby."

"Hey, so Nick brought something up earlier today. And it got me thinking." Chris say, placing four pieces of bacon on the hot pan. "Yeah? What was it?" She goes to lean on the counter next to him. Leaving the bacon the cook, he opens the microwave to get the popcorn out and letting it cool. "It was about our living situation. He was wondering if I moved in with you. And then brought up how and where we're going to live once the baby is here. And I wanted to know how you feel about moving in together?" He goes to stand in front of her.

"I know I've been spending more time here with you. And it kind of feels like I'm living here now. But, I don't want to push myself in here." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, I was also thinking about that. And it does feel like you live here, and I don't mind making it official." Chris smiles. "Yeah, you want me to move in officially?" Y/n nods. "Okay, yeah, I'll officially move in." He leans in to kiss her. "And as for when the baby is here. We can stay here until we think it's time to move into something bigger. Like buying a house, maybe?" She smiles just thinking about it.

"I like the sound of that." Chris' smile only grows bigger. "Oh shit- the bacon." He quickly grabs the tongs and flips the bacon. Y/n rips open the bag of popcorn and eats a few pieces before heading into the pantry to grab the final ingredient to her second craving. Ketchup. "Here try this one." Although Chris also isn't the biggest fan of ketchup she offers it to him anyways. "What is it?" He asks, letting the bacon cook a bit more. "Popcorn and ketchup." His face drops a bit. "Ketchup?" He repeats. "Mhm, it's pretty good" She grabs a piece of popcorn with ketchup and hums while eating it.

"Matt would absolutely be freaking out right now." Chris and Y/n both laugh. "Just try it, babe." She grabs a piece bringing it up to him. He gently grabs her wrist and eats the piece. "Mm, it's way better than the pickles and ice cream, I'll tell you that." He grimaces slightly before returning to the bacon. "I also agree. I think you'll like the bacon and nutella one, though." She grabs the nutella from her pantry. "That sounds way better."

"Okay, just spread it on there." Y/n tells Chris. "Like this?" He asks. "Mhm, let me try it." She grabs a piece and takes a bite. "Mmm, this is the one." Chris picks up his own piece to try it himself. "Oh yeah, way better than the last two." He points at it and goes in for a second bite. "The popcorn was also really good." Y/n says, grabbing more popcorn.

It's now nearing eight and the sun is now setting. They both finished eating dinner. A quick meal Y/n cooked for them. Chris finishes drying the dishes placing them back into the cabinet. "All done?" Y/n asks, putting the leftovers in the fridge. "Yup, come here." He opens his arms up for her. "Hi." She says, looking up at him. "Hi, baby." He places a light kiss on the top of her nose. "How's our little strawberry?" He whispers. "Good, but I'm really craving the soap right now." She laughs. "I'll get the ice and soap." He says.

"Thank you."

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l0v3tast3 · 2 years ago

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Ok but older perv bf ghost would be such a menace like he would destroy your cunt in his back seat and then shake ur dads hand.( these older bf hcs make me go feral bb)

anon you are so right. he'll be so mean but like it's literally his fault that he's hot asf and u just wanna jump on him 24/7 ??? anyways tysm for the request and the kind words i hope you enjoy this anon !! ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 20's, simon is late 30's), dumbification, conditioning (consensual), orgasm control, spanking, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation/edging, car s3x, size difference/kink, possessive!simon, c0ckwarming

✎ word count: 1.8k words (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants to see you become absolutely brainless because of him. you're such a smart girl usually, among the top of your class at university, and simon just loves to see that whole façade crumble away. he knows a good fucking is just what you need to unwind from your classes, and he is more than happy to give it to you.

✧ ˖ ° seeing you go all dumb on his cock makes simon nearly giddy, the feeling of how you stop pushing at his abs and just take it once he bullies his dick in far enough to fill your brain with him instead of whatever you're studying, the sight of your eyes rolling back and your little hands weakly grabbing at whatever they can reach for some semblance of grounding yourself. you know just as well as simon does that it's useless; he makes damn sure that you have nowhere to run to when he has you in his hold.

✧ ˖ ° another thing he makes sure of is that you steadily become the one to come onto him first. simon wants you to be his own little nymphomaniac, addicted to his cock, to him. it all works towards melting your brain quicker and quicker each time. there's a certain dedication he puts towards it- even by the time he was done with you the first time you slept together, he's planning it out, figuring out which muscles to press into to get you to mewl for him, just the right angle to pound his dick into you, how much you can take before he starts seeing dew drops collecting on your waterline.

✧ ˖ ° even outside of the bedroom (or kitchen, or living room, wherever he has yet to christen next in his house) simon's working on it. he'll give you so many hoodies, jackets, boxers, anything that smells like him that you want, and then he tells you that if you're going to touch yourself without him that you better be at least wearing his clothes while you do it. eventually you'll get to the point where you can't get off without the thought of him, without his scent, then without him. there's no doubt either that whenever you do get worked up without him, simon makes sure that you always tell him. text him, call him, send a damn carrier pigeon with a letter, he doesn't care, but he's going to guide you through every orgasm you have.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who can get to be a mean dom. he loves punishing you for whatever reason he can find, especially when you touch yourself without telling him. simon is an experienced special ops soldier who's used his hands to torture people as much as he's used them to pleasure you, so he has not a single problem with knowing how to get the truth out of you. obviously he doesn't torture you, though (not in a way you don't like).

✧ ˖ ° if it's been a long stretch of time where you haven't been able to see each other, he'll pull you onto his lap and start out all soft. he'll run his hands all over you, move his lips against yours sweet and slow, whisper about how much he missed his pretty little girl. he'll listen with a happy hum while you tell him how much you missed him, how much you need him. he'll guide your hips lightly when you can't help but start grinding against his thigh, hands pushing up your skirt to see which pair of underwear he gets to rip apart this time. and then he'll ask you how much you missed him.

✧ ˖ ° from the start you know the question is a double-edged sword, but you always answer truthfully. it only took you one lesson to learn that simon knows when you lie to him (he didn't let you cum for three days while he kept you at his house the entire time). he always appreciates the truth, praises you for being such a good girl for him when you honestly tell him that you only touched yourself during the short phone calls he was allowed while he was away. there's a little part of him that's always a bit disappointed though, the same part that turns into glee when you sheepishly admit that you couldn't wait for him.

✧ ˖ ° simon's always a bit too quick at flipping you over so your laying face-down over his thighs. one hand wraps around your neck to pull you up and arch your back, the other flipping up your skirt and grabbing roughly at your squishy ass. "couldn't fuckin' wait f'me, huh? y'so desperate for cock that y'can't follow simple orders? thought i already taught ya how to be patient," he spits, letting you fall back against the couch so his hand can move down to plant itself across your back. that's when he starts, not even waiting for you to try to apologize meekly or defend yourself. slaps that leave bruises you'll be feeling for days rain down across your ass and simon makes you count each one. if you lose count or stop, he'll push open your legs to smack your cunt and start all over. simon doesn't let up until you're sniffling and whining and your underwear is soaked through (which of course he makes fun of you for).

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who really is an absolute menace with you. he dangles your pleasure over your head like something he grabbed for you out of the cabinets, keeping it just out of your reach until he decides to give it to you. there won't ever be a moment where simon doesn't have most, if not all of the control. there's something about having that command over you, feeling you hand over your trust, your body and mind to him that's addicting. so no matter how cruel he can get, he'll always make sure to ply you with as many orgasms as you can handle (and then some) to show his appreciation.

✧ ˖ ° his brutishness can come in the form of wanting to see just how messy he can get you to be. he'll bury his face and fingers into your cunt until there's a puddle forming underneath you, and when he's done there, simon stuffs you full with his cock and fucks you until your makeup is running with your tears and smearing across the sheets. he'll rip off the clothes that bar him from seeing your gorgeous body so that you have to wear something of his afterwards. and god help you if he wants to fuck in the backseat of his car before you both go someplace. which, (not) shockingly, is something he wants to do before he meets your parents.

✧ ˖ ° with the car parked not too far from your parents house in some spot where people won't think to give the tinted windows a second look, he'll have you working your way down on his cock. every time you whine about how you're going to be late, they're going to know, they won't be happy, simon gives your ass a sharp slap and snaps his hips up into yours. "would y'rather i fuck you in your room while they're home? don't think you can keep quiet enough for that," he mocks, his tone condescending despite the fact that he's already planning on doing just that at some point.

✧ ˖ ° once you're practically limp against his body, letting him use you like his personal toy, he'll finally cum. you finish with him, your third orgasm in less than an hour, as he buries his cock to the hilt inside you and grinds his hips up. once you're semi-conscious again he helps you put on your underwear and pants and gives you his hoodie. and after you've taken off your ruined makeup and redid at least some of it, you'll drive the remaining minute to your parents house, where simon seems to know just how to get them to love him. meanwhile, you'll be shifting in your seat next to him while his cum creates a stain on your jeans.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants you to be with him basically 24/7 while he's not away on missions. you're his girlfriend, of course he wants to spend as much time as he can with you! never mind the fact that this man has probably been boxing away his libido for years. so while he's at his home, so will you be.

✧ ˖ ° you'll find that any clothes you bring over to your stays with simon don't really go missing as much as he blatantly makes them unwearable for you as long as you insist on still bringing them. why would you have any need for those when he has plenty for you? it's not like you'll be wearing clothes much anyway while he has you. it's a lesson you learn quickly to pack light, otherwise you'll be going home with scraps of fabric. simon doesn't not like your clothes (he thinks your style is adorable on you), but the way you smell like him with his hoodies and shirts, the way they're basically dresses on you serving to remind how much bigger he is than you, it drives him even crazier.

✧ ˖ ° because of how touch-starved (and horny) he is, simon prefers to always physically have you close to him. which means lots of cockwarming; he won't lie about how much he loves watching you try your very best not to squirm on his lap, not to lose yourself to how full you always feel with him inside you. whether you're watching a movie or he's working in his office or even just trying to sit down for a meal, simon will preemptively have you sinking down on his cock, chastising you about how eager you always are for him to just fuck you. it's nearly torture for him just the same as you, but the difference is that he has a lot more self-control than you do- just enough to give your thigh a stinging pinch every time you move a muscle.

✧ ˖ ° no matter how long he keeps you there, it'll always turn into simon pushing you against the nearest table or wall and fucking away the last few straggling thoughts in your head. he always waits until your breathing gets ragged and your nails are digging in hard. until you're panting against his neck from the effort it takes to not bounce yourself on his dick. until you're begging. "what? turned y'into that much of a whore that y'can't go five minutes without my cock? fine." he'll say it as if he's doing you a favor, as if he's going out of his way to satisfy the nymphomaniac that he himself has proudly created.

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rinhaler · 1 year ago

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i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

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“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

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sunnebeam · 2 years ago

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"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

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༯ OFF THE COURT — CHAPTER EIGHT 𝜗𝜚

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

themes: fluff

word count: 2.3k

tw: swearing

a/n: final chapter (kinda like an epilogue) wooyooooo! i actually love this chapter so much, i could genuinely cry about how much i love them. i really hope u guys enjoyed off the court, please lemme know all ur thoughts on this series 💞 enjoy reading

“when do you think we should tell them?” azzi tilts her head up to paige while they’re lying in bed one night.

it’s been three weeks since paige and azzi made their relationship official, and life has never been better for either one of them. paige finally got her girl— the girl she’s wanted since she was 15 years old. and azzi got hers.

paige intertwines their hands, peering down at the brunette. “whenever you’re ready.”

“i’m ready now.”

paige raises an eyebrow, “oh yeah? we’ll tell them after practice tomorrow then.”

azzi’s lips tug into a small smile, “deal.”

paige lets her eyes roam azzi’s features, taking in her beauty. god, she’s the most beautiful person she’s ever seen.

“like what you see?” azzi’s grin grows as her cheeks redden at the blonde’s attention.

“fuck yeah i do,” paige answers, eyes darkening. she hoists azzi up so their lips connect in an electric kiss— it was gentle yet consuming, sending shivers down her spine, making her heart race.

when azzi presses a featherlike kiss to paige’s neck, gently brushing her blonde hairs behind her ear, paige feels an overwhelming tenderness she can’t explain. she’s always been amazed by how azzi’s touch feels like coming home— steady, soft, full of quiet affection. in that moment, with azzi’s breath warm against her skin, paige figures she can never love azzi more.

paige has yet to express her love to azzi— it’s not that she’s scared of how azzi might react, or that she doesn’t believe in what they have. it’s more of the weight of the words feels too heavy, like once spoken, there’s no turning back. paige doesn’t want to risk losing what they already share, even if she knows, deep in her heart, she loves this girl— irrevocably, immensely. but instead, she keeps the words locked inside, atleast for the time being.

practice ran smoothly, like usual, with the team doing short workouts, dribbling and shooting drills, as well as 5v5 matches.

back in the locker room, azzi feels a knot in her stomach, the anticipation of telling her teammates about her relationship making her palms sweat. she understands it’s important to be honest with them, but the thought of how the others will react fills her with unease. what if things change between them and her friends?

azzi glances at paige, seeking much needed reassurance. paige’s lips twitch into a gentle grin, before slightly nodding at the younger girl, calming her nerves. the blonde strolls over to her girlfriend, closing their distant.

“guys, me and azzi have something to say,” paige announces, making heads turn in her direction.

azzi spots a few of her teammates throw curious, sneaky looks at one another. the brunette clears her throat before saying, “we’re dating.”

azzi lets out a shaky breath, waiting for their reactions to come. what she does not expect, though, is kk to smirk and turn to ice.

“ice, you know what to do,” kk holds out her hand, her smile only growing.

paige’s eyebrows furrow as confusion sweeps over her features. what is she doing?

ice lets out a groan, then begins rummaging through her backpack, opening pocket after pocket in search of something. she pauses before taking out a crisp twenty dollar bill, hesitantly handing it to her friend.

azzi’s jaw drops— “you guys betted?”

a giggle leaves ice’s lips, followed by laughter from kk. soon, all the girls joined in a collective laugh, causing paige and azzi to stand there, silent and baffled.

“babe, we all knew something would happen between you guys; it was only a matter of time,” kk says, “so yes, me and ice betted a twenty on when you’d announce it. obviously, i was closer.”

with azzi’s mouth still agape, she turns to look at the blonde, who is equally as shocked at their teammates reactions.

breaking eye contact, paige scoffs at her teammates, specifically kk and ice. “you guys are unbelievable.”

azzi lets out a cute laugh, all of her nerves disappearing from her stomach. paige intertwines their fingers behind their backs, away from the team.

“no funny business in front of us though,” jana notes, eyeing the two girls.

a mischievous smile tugs at paige’s lips, before she pulls azzi’s body flush against hers, placing her hand lightly on the brunette’s hip, connecting their lips in a firm, tender kiss.

frustrated groans arose from their teammates, “what did i just say!”

it’s been two months since paige and azzi became a couple, and the blonde is afraid. they’ve grown so close, that the thought of potentially losing azzi, her azzi, terrifies the shit out of her. everytime she thinks of something going wrong between them— her screwing something up and pushing azzi away— anxiety eats at her until all she can do is cry.

paige was curled up in a blanket, sitting on her bed, when her girlfriend walks in with bag of donuts in her hand. azzi has a major sweet tooth, paige has noticed early on in their relationship.

azzi immediately notices paige’s red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. she frantically sets the donuts down on a nearby table, and rushes over to the blonde.

“baby, what’s wrong?” azzi asks, eyes wide with concern.

“no, nothing, it’s stupid,” paige looks away, embarrassed azzi caught her in one of these moments.

“i don’t care, tell me,” azzi insists, gaze locked on paige while she cups the sophmore’s face in her hands.

paige lets out a shaky breath, “i’m just.. scared. scared that i’ll somehow lose you, that something will happen and you won’t be here anymore. i’ve never felt this way about anyone, and i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

a lone tear spills quietly down cheek, to which azzi quickly wipes it away with her thumb. “paige,” she begins, her voice steady and warm, “i’m not going anywhere, i promise you. i can assure you i feel the exact same way— i’m terrified to lose you, too. but i’m not leaving you, not now, not ever.”

she pulls paige into a gentle embrace, holding her close. “we can’t control the future, paige. we only have right now— and right now, i’m here with you. and i will be, for as long as you need me.”

azzi rests their foreheads together, still cupping the blonde’s cheek lightly in her grip. “i’ll always need you,” paige whispers, then in a small, wryly voice, “i love you so much.”

azzi’s heart stutters at paige’s words, her breath catching as she pulls her girlfriend a little closer, her forehead still pressing against hers. “i love you too,” she murmurs softly, her voice thick with emotion.

paige inhales a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches up to hold the brunette’s face. it’s the first time paige and azzi communicated those words to each other— even though both girls felt it ages ago.

paige leans forward, pressing her lips against azzi’s, then pulling away, their faces barely apart. “there is no me without you,” she says, her voice raw yet certain. “i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

and it’s true. paige’s world doesn’t spin without azzi in it. azzi is paige’s world, as a matter of fact.

azzi’s heart swells in her chest at the softness of paige’s words. god, she loves her too much.

for a moment, neither of them speak, just existing in the quiet space between their lips.

azzi’s hand slides to the back of paige’s neck, her thumb tracing light circles against the skin there. “i can’t, either,” she whispers, her voice steady. “everything i am, everything i want, it’s all with you.”

paige closes her eyes, leaning into the touch as her heart pounds in her chest. “god, i love you,” she peppers short kisses all over the brunette’s face, “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

azzi lets out a giggle, “i love you, more than you’ll ever know,” she responds, voice laced with certainty. with that, she closes the distant between them, kissing paige deeply— a kiss full of promises, of forever.

love has never looked better on a person more than it looks on paige. it’s as if the moment she let herself fall into it, she began to glow from the inside out. the soft curve of her smile, the way her blue eyes seem to light up whenever she talks about azzi— it’s almost contagious for everyone around her. she’s become more at peace, more alive. the walls she used to keep so carefully constructed have crumbled, replacing them with a quiet sort of confidence.

there’s a depth to her now, a sense of security and purpose that wasn’t there before. love has settled into her like it was always meant to— steady, quiet, unwavering— and in turn, it’s made her stronger than she ever realized she could be. she’s still the same paige, the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, but now there’s a new warmth to her, an undeniable sense of belonging to the world.

and it’s all because she’s loves, and has been loved in return. in the way she holds herself, the way she speaks— you can see it. she no longer fears being open, being vulnerable. because in this love she shares with azzi, she’s found a new version of herself she didn’t believe she was capable of.

it quite simply looks perfect on her.

azzi closes her eyes, trying to ignore the buzzing nerves in her stomach. it’s the NCAA women’s basketball championship, and they’re playing against iowa. uconn has gone undefeated all season long, so it was no surprise to see them make it here.

azzi has had an impressive freshmen season, averaging 18 points per game. her 3 shots have been consistent, as well as her ability to stay calm under pressure like this. but this one is different— it’s the final minute of the game, uconn is down by 2, and iowa has possession of the ball.

as expected, iowa holds the ball, letting the clock run to 40 seconds left. azzi feels the weight of the moment pressing down on her. her gaze meets paige’s, who doesn’t show her anxiety on her face, yet feels it more than anyone on the court.

iowa’s famous caitlin clark throws up a 3 pointer, azzi’s heart leaping in her chest— luckily, it bounces off the rim, landing in the hands of paige.

the blonde runs the ball up the court— 30 seconds remaining. azzi meets paige at the 3 point line, who tosses the ball off to her and sprints to a corner.

the squeak of the sneakers on the hardwood floor, the roar of the fans, even the heavy breath of her teammates; they all blur into a single, sharp focus— the ball in her hands.

azzi dribbles the basketball repeatedly, running the clock until only 5 seconds remains. she takes a breath, and before she knows it, the ball leaves her fingertips in a smooth arc, traveling with perfect precision towards the basket. time seems to stretch as it sails through the air, the whole arena holding its breath.

the buzzer goes off.

the ball swishes through the net.

and in an instant, azzi feels it— everything she’s worked for, every drill, every practice, every sacrifice, culminating in this single moment. the crowd erupts, her teammates rush towards her, but she stands frozen for a split second, staring at the rim, heart pounding in her chest. she did it— she won the championship for her team.

paige is the first to reach azzi. her eyes are wide, a mixture of pride and awe in them, as she pulls her girlfriend into a tight embrace. “you did it,” paige whispers in her ear, voice shaky with emotion, as if she can’t quite believe it herself. “oh my god, az, you did it.”

azzi laughs against paige’s frame, still riding the high of the moment. azzi’s feet lift off the ground as paige hoists her up, making her laughter grow and her cheeks redden.

“i love you so much,” paige says quietly, only loud enough for azzi to hear.

the freshman feels her heart swell at paige’s words, the intensity of everything crashing over her like a wave. she clings to paige, unable to stop smiling, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. and for a moment, it feels like they’re the only two people in the arena.

paige gently lowers her girlfriend to the ground, letting her hands settle lightly on her hips. “i love you more,” azzi breathes, voice laced with raw emotion. she can feel the warmth of paige’s body, the closeness grounding her, making everything feel more real. “i couldn’t have done it without you.”

paige’s eyes soften, “you’re so fucking amazing,” her gaze never leaving azzi’s, “i’m so proud of you, baby.”

before azzi has a chance to reply, paige grips her jersey, pulling her into a kiss, tender and slow, not caring about anyone around them seeing. the crowd may still be celebrating, but for them, it’s just the two— attention’s solely focused on one another.

as they hesitantly pull away, both of them breathing a little heavier than before, azzi feels a shift, something deeper than the adrenaline the game gave her— something unspoken but undeniable. their eyes lock, and for a brief moment, the world around them seems to fade. there’s no pressure, no expectations— just the silent understanding that this, right here, is more than anything they could’ve hoped for. azzi smiles gently, a warmth spreading through her chest, and for the first time in a long time, she feels she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be.

azzi then realizes it’s not the championship that matters. it’s the girl, her girl, standing in front of her, through every high and low. the one she once resented, pretended to resent, at least— the one she thought she’d never need. but somewhere along the way, things changed, and now it feels like there’s no one else she’d rather have by her side. and that’s the real win.

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