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[lingy910y]

DAY 1 OF GALLAVICH WEEK 2023: PLAYLIST @gallavichthings I Think I'm OKAY // Machine Gun Kelly, YUNGBLUD & Travis Barker x I Really Wish I Hated You // Blink-182

Something's fucking wrong with me I'm better when I'm broken

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

night out

a/n: we back babyyy!!! i haven't been able to stop thinking about these two for fucking months, so i wrote both this aaaaand another part to wrap up their story and get it out of my system.

summary: “I can’t believe you’re fucking jealous right now…”

warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader x ex!peter parker, light smut, reader’s mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, bffs kate bishop and yelena belova, french rave, dancing, kissing, over-the-clothes fun, foreplay, references to public sex, choking, manhandling, jealousness, possessiveness, angst, arguments, brat mode activated (though its totally justified), these hoes are not dealing with their emotions in a healthy way but it's just for the sake of yummy drama

word count: 1993

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“I thought we were just going to a cute little wine bar, not a fucking rave,” you yelled over the music as your friends dragged you further into the warehouse. 

“Oh, come on, babe,” Yelena boomed, slinking her arm around both yours and Kate's neck, “don’t be a chicken now.”

“Yeah,” your brunette friend on the other side of Yelena tilted her frame to catch your apprehensive eye, “you already sneaked out, so you might as well make it count.” 

“I hate it when you’re right,” you groaned, your gaze narrowed to a squint as you got used to the warm flashing lights that dully illuminated the club. 

“Then you must always hate me,” a smug smirk spread across her features before the trio of you ventured further into the crowded space. 

As the night faded away, you found yourselves bathing in the strobes of neon light as your bodies moved on their own accord, like you were all part of a hive, buzzing together in harmony.

But then when you tapped both of your dancing friends on their shoulders and ushered their ears to lean in close to your lips, you told them, “I’m gonna go get some water,” receiving two thumbs up before you made your way through the crowd to the curved bar in the corner. 

However, after the bartender handed you a plastic bottle and you tilted your head back to take a much-needed sip, a familiar voice found your ears from across the bar. 

“As I live and fucking breathe,” you tipped the bottle back down and glanced down the way at the unexpected figure moseying closer to where you stood. 

“Peter!” a surprised smile couldn’t help but spread across your features, “what are you doing here?” 

Settling in beside you, he said, “it’s a Saturday night, where else would I be?”

“No, I mean, what are you doing in Paris?” 

“Oh, what, am I not allowed to be in your city anymore since the breakup?” he joked.

“No, of course, you can be here.” 

Leaning in even closer so that he didn’t have to yell as loud, he asked, “so how are you doing?”

“Me? I’m good, yeah,” your head bobbed in a nod, “how about you?”

“Can’t complain,” his gaze washed over you as if no time had passed at all, “so… can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you shifted the water bottle to your other hand. 

“You seeing anyone?” 

“Oh, wow,” you half coughed, “Peter Parker, king of subtlety.” 

“Yeah, well, I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count, so I figured subtlety went out the window a long time ago,” he smirked, “so, are you?”

“I–, uhm…” your eyes averted a moment as you uttered, “no.” 

You weren’t, it was true. Though the reason for why you’d sneaked out in the first place did have to do with a matter of the heart. 

You’d asked your friends what their advice would be if you hypothetically needed to get over someone. They both of course assumed that you were referring to the man standing before you in the disco and not the person who watched you like a hawk every minute of every day. The method they had suggested wasn’t a sound one, though one that still found you desperate enough to try. 

To go out, meet someone else and bang the dude out of your system. 

“Can I ask you something else?” Peter asked again, ripping you out of your thoughts, away from your bodyguard and back in the moment. As you offered him a nod, he smiled brightly, “you wanna dance?”

And that’s how you found yourself in the middle of a crowded dancefloor, plastered against your ex.

It didn’t take long before your lips reunited as well, staying locked as you both let your hands wander, though for you it wasn’t entirely in the spirit of rekindling something that you’d missed, and more to help you forget about the person who you truly wished to lose yourself on a dancefloor with. 

“Fuck,” you heard Peter groan in your ear and his desperation poked your lower abdomen for the attention you used to give it, “you wanna go slip into the bathroom?”

“Uhh,” you giggled as his lips tickled the side of your neck, “what kinda woman do you take me to be?”

“Mine,” he smiled, “that’s who. I know you. A club bathroom is nothing… remember Amsterdam?”

“Y-yeah, I remember,” your body tingled at the thought. 

“That’s also an option, if that’s the kind of mood you're in,” he winked. 

Chuckling as he squeezed your tit, you shook your head lightly, “I’m not fucking you here on the dancefloor.” 

“Oh, come on, it–”

But the rest of your ex’s sentence was cut short as a figure forced itself between you two and pried you apart.  

Instinctively reaching out for Peter as he was forcefully pushed back, your arm then faltered as you blinked up to discover who had shoved him. 

“Barnes,” a shiver ran down your spine at the stormy expression plastered all over his face, a side of him you’d never witnessed before, “I–”

But he cut you off, only to bark, “out, now.”

“But I–”

“Do you wanna walk on your own or should I just toss you over my shoulder?” he glared down at you just before you watched Peter’s hand plant itself on Bucky’s broad shoulder. 

“Hey, dude, don’t touch her, back off,” your ex tried to square up to the intimidating guard dog. 

“No, no, Peter, it’s alright,” you rushed to explain, knowing full well that your bodyguard could and would put him in the hospital, “he’s–…” your eyes briefly flickered up to Bucky’s steely blue eyes, still directed at you, “he’s my bodyguard,” before you let your touch graze Peter’s forearm, “I’m so sorry, it was great seeing you again, but I have to go.” 

Getting dragged out of the club like a perp from a crime scene was not the way you’d imagined your night would wrap up. 

After he’d virtually tossed you in the back and slammed the car door shut behind you, you fished out your phone and swiftly sent your friends an explanatory text while you half-watched Bucky march around the vehicle to the driver’s side. 

The silent treatment he then served you nearly felt worse than the heated words you imagined tumbled around in his head as he fumed, his knuckles nearly turned white from how fiercely he was gripping onto the steering wheel. 

But when you finally mustered the courage to break the eerie silence, your words came out just above a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

“Are you?” his eyes snapped up to find yours in the review mirror, “really? Because I don’t fucking buy it.” 

“Well, I am!” you threw up your arms, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Not sneak out like a fucking teenager to get drunk with your little boyfriend,” 

“I’m not drunk and he’s not my boyfriend!” 

Not taking any of your words to heart, Bucky went on, “you know how stupid this was, right? What if something had happened, huh? I know you didn’t personally read the threats you got back when I first got this job, but trust me when I tell you that if any of those fuckers had gotten their hands on you tonight, you’d be lucky if you were still breathing when the sun rose. This is exactly the sort of reckless behaviour that caused you to need my help in the first place.”

Your mouth then fell open, utterly stunned at his audacity, “oh my god… you’re unbelievable…” you uttered breathlessly before hazily commanding, “stop the car…”

“No–”

“Stop the fucking car!” you roared, casting your gaze to him once more till you felt his foot step on the break. 

As the car screeched to a stop, you wasted no time ripping the door open and storming out. 

Though you didn’t dare to look back, you still heard him exit the vehicle as well and shadow you as you wandered a few paces away, just far enough for you to be able to get some air. 

“Y/n,” you heard him from just a few meters behind you, “get back in the car–”

But you didn’t shift your feet as you then interrupted, back still turned to him.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking jealous right now…”

“What?”

“Well aren’t you?” you heatedly twisted around to face him, “because it sure fucking looks like it. Getting all fucking possessive, ripping me away from my ex before I can crawl my way back to him, before I get the chance to feel anyone inside of me but you–”

“Stop–”

“Is that it? You just want me all to yourself?” you kept on poking, too blind by your fury to consider the consequences, “you want it to be you that I’m so in love with that I’d make you personalised porn, which would consequently ruin my life and cause me to have a babysitter essentially stalking me.”

“Stop!” he took a step closer as he barked.

“Unless you’ve already seen the tape,” your feet shifted back, keeping him at a distance, “fantasising that it’s for you, getting yourself off to the image of me bouncing on that pretty pink dildo–”

Your sentence then crumbled into a shrivelled yelp as you felt his cold metal hand seize your neck and push you the last few inches up against the brick wall behind you. 

His fingers didn’t squeeze you in the slightest, though you still knew just how easy it would have been for him to tighten his grip and turn it into more than just a raging warning. 

“You done?” he spat as his eyes pieced directly into your soul, “or do you wanna give me more reasons why you’re nothing more than a spoiled little brat, why I should just quit now and not have to deal anymore with what a fucking pain you are in my ass?”

For the life of you, no attempts at offering him an answer were successful on your lips. 

He scared you. 

He’d never scared you before. 

Both because of the explosion you’d undoubtedly made even worse than it had to be, but also his fleeting threat of leaving you for good. 

It all terrified you… 

Though, there was also a different sensation that it awoke within you, one that caused your eyes to flutter down towards his lips, an action that your bodyguard surprisingly mirrored as well as your heated breaths synced up. 

You had no idea who moved first, if it was you or him, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing him.

With adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you clawed at his broad frame as you let your tongue flicker out and flutter against his own. The steely hand that had locked itself around your neck softened and whisked down your form, mirroring your own starving touch as he securely held you like you were about to fall. 

However, just as your palm slid down to find the bulge in his pants, rubbing it needily before your fingers tried to seize the short zipper, Bucky took a large step back, snapping to his senses and creating a wide distance between him and your melted form against the brick. 

His eyes refused to meet your foggy ones as he held them to the ground, slowly catching his breath before uttering, “get in the car,” defeat shining through in his low tone.

“Bucky–,” you tried, but without success as he then cut you off. 

“Please, just–…” his gaze fluttered shut a moment as you then heard him sombrely promise, “look, I’ll make sure your mom doesn’t hear word of what happened tonight. If we go now, then we’ll arrive before any of the staff wakes up, no one will notice.”

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

NOTE: haiiii guys! this is my first tumblr blog - post - whatever lol. i am chronically on here looking at astrology stuff and cute mood boards, so why not participate in both lol. lmk how i did for the first time; k bye!

best viewed in dark mode.

|ᝰ.𖦹 i've noticed that gemini suns are soooo unpredictable to guess in terms of physicality. like you'd have to go through your whole astrologer questionnaire lol. idk they just don't have "a look", they're fluid asf too!

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|ᝰ.𖦹 pisces suns are high liability CRASHOUTS... well all pisces placements; but they're like the elders who lived a long life & don't gaf about the tide cause they've been here for so long (or least it feels like it lol). 

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|ᝰ.𖦹 ya wanna know who the real yappers are venus/mercury 3rd housers (*giggles*). i would know as my venus is in the 3rd house lol. of course this varies by the aspects/associations with other planets.

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|ᝰ.𖦹 having jupiter 12th house can make the 12th house less... 12th housey? the 12th house being whats hidden, old age, subconscious mind, karma, & endings while jupiter being the planet of expansion, luck, & philosophies can really uncover the 12th house persona in everyday life. whether its in karma, lessons or with elders. think of jupiter as a big ass magnifying glass or highlighter.

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|ᝰ.𖦹 cancer suns can either come off two ways: calm, observant, & nurturing or vain, disciplinary & sharp. i have an aunt who's a cancer but she talks like an aries. her daughter too is a cancer but that is my BABYYY like i fight real good for her- fists n all!

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|ᝰ.𖦹 chiron 2nd housers may have wounds/issues around their valuables in life. in early childhood they've may have been in a lower class position or found themselves in a lower class positions regarding money, valuables, & income. (like different pay rate than other coworkers)

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|ᝰ.𖦹 venus aspecting pluto (conj. sq. sextile- all aspects) in your natal chart can be applied to the native in two MAIN ways: KINDNESS! now i say this all the time; there's a diffrence in being kind and in being nice... this placement either just makes the person super kind, i mean like "kill 'em with kindness" type kind or they could be power hungry in terms of vanity or praise... like the fishing for compliments type or mean popular girl/guy type. it just depends on the native & the charts aspects aswell!

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END NOTE: ok! now i know this is a lil short, but again this is my first attempt at posting stuff like this lol. hopefully you guys like it... or find it even. im going to sleep its 5:01 AM rn.

thank you for reading, until next time!

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

[loafgeto]

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF ME

gojo satoru x fem!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend is sick, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t horny.

contents: fem!reader, explicit language, clingy/needy satoru, suguru’s entrance at the end, NSFW, dirty talk, dry humping(??), cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm, squirting, markings, not proofread

word count: 2.8k

notes: not me being sick at the same time😭😭

“102.3… gosh, satoru, how did you even get this fever? you were fine yesterday,” you utter speechlessly, observing the number on the thermometer before glancing down at your boyfriend, who’s panting softly while keeping an arm over his eyes. satoru groans, unable to answer since he didn’t even know how he got it himself.

“i-i don’t know..” satoru’s head was aching, and he was burning all over. you draped him in a hoodie and sweats, while the comforter covered his entire lower body. “it’s too hot..” he groans, pushing the collar of the hoodie down to feel some cool air brush against the skin of his neck. satoru indicated that he wants the garment off, but you remove his hand away and sigh.

“you need a lot of rest,” you remind, reaching for the towel damped with tepid water and placing it on his forehead. “there’s several water bottles next to you if you need it, remember you need to stay hydrated. i’ll be making some porridge for you. if you need anything, just holler for me.”

“babyyy, stay here- i don’t need all that,” satoru firmly grasps his hand around your wrist, refraining you from walking away. he was pouting, glassy eyes staring up at you like he’d break any moment. “yes, you do. don’t give me that look,” you furrow your brows as you gently push your arm away.

“won’t you at least give me a kiss?” satoru blurts before you could turn around. you shake your head, patting his face before grinning. “hmm, maybe. but after you eat, i’ll consider it,” you reply, hoping it’d be assuring for him to stay put in his bed.

“fine,” he obliges, sinking back into the mattress and keeping himself warm even when his body was literally trembling and burning. you’d give him a kiss but you wouldn’t want the fever spreading onto you. since tomorrow, there was an important meeting you needed to attend, and getting sick was the last thing on your mind. “good boy,” you decide tease him before quickly slipping away.

“h-hey!” satoru’s body shoots up, eyes following your figure quickly heading towards the door. you stick your tongue out at him, making him realize you were just messing with him so that you could leave. oh gosh, the way you were dressed and how he hadn’t touched you in days was starting to bother him, very intently.

you enter his kitchen, humming a short tune while retrieving the ingredients to make a simple and warm porridge to help with his fever. satoru was barely home, so there never any food stored in his cabinet or fridge. well, that’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer for you. what’s even more surprising is how he can get sick with a fever like this. strong my ass, you snicker. but all jokes aside, satoru is still a human being after all.

satoru normally his spent time at your place anyway, which is why his home is limited in several things. he had much bigger, luscious, and appealing house than yours, so why wouldn’t he want to be in here all of the time? you even thought about asking to live with him, since you two have been together for three years and it didn’t sound like a bad idea. and you were certain it’d be better since you could easily take care of him like this.

you can hear satoru cough from his room as you bring a pot to the stove. “satoru! do you want some tea and cough medicine?!” you holler to him, waiting for a response to which you didn’t receive. you shrug, deciding to brew tea for him anyway. this wasn’t your first time taking care of satoru while he’s sick— it was just so uncommon that you figured you’d never see the state again. but thankfully you’re still prepared with medicines and other medical supplies for these situations.

after you finished gathering all of the ingredients together, you decide to prepare congee porridge, since it’s simple and refreshing, especially for when you have an illness. with a smile on your face, you began following the directions of cooking the congee just like you remembered.

as you were beginning to cook the congee in the pot, you didn’t even realize the tall figure approaching behind of you. therefore, you couldn’t react in time before satoru wraps his arms around your lower body and pushes himself against your back. his mouth lowers near your neck and ear, making you feel the gentle breeze of his soft breath.

“s-satoru?!” you squeak, almost dropping the spoon you were using to stir the congee. you turn your head slightly, feeling the heat of his body absorbing into your skin, but he seems to be relaxing slightly. “what are you doing? you need to be in bed, now.”

“don’t wanna..” satoru replies in a low voice as his lips gently grazes against your shoulder. his needy touch nearly sends shivers down your spine, but you two couldn’t be doing this, not when he’s sick. “fuck, baby.. i need you.. s’bad.. don’t care if i’m sick.. please..” he whines, pressing himself closer to you.

“‘toru- wait, stop!” you gasp, pushing yourself back so that you wouldn’t counter the hot surface of the stove. you give satoru a firm glare, but he’s too distracted with his own arousal to even notice. “how are.. why are you-? satoru, please, we can’t. you need to go back to bed right now,” you add, sighing in between while trying to nudge him away.

“n-no.. can’t,” satoru groans, pressing his face into your neck. he was panting gently again, trying to inhale your scent and feel up against your soft skin. “‘ve been so needy for you..” he whispers and you can feel his erection poking your ass as he starts grinding his hips slowly.

“sa-satoru, wait-“ you bite your lips, trying to resist yourself. you need to remember that he’s sick, and that he needed all the rest and care he could get in order to feel better. but his clinginess and neediness, his little whines and pants desperately calling and seeking for your touch wasn’t helping at all. satoru could almost feel your hips pushing back against his, making a faint smirk appear on his lips.

“don’t you see that? your body’s already moving for ya, you want it too, don’t you?” satoru whispers, pressing gentle kisses behind your ear and down your neck. “satoru-“ a quiet moan leaves your lip, as you feel one of his hands trail towards your inner thighs.

you do, of course you want it, but you both can’t do it.

“can i put it in, baby? please? i won’t move at all, i promise. just wanna feel your warm pussy around me, please,” satoru begs, the material of his sweats already outlining the size and shape of his aching cock. “n-no.. satoru.. you can do everything else but just don’t put it in,” you reply, glancing at him and he just nods. you couldn’t believe you said yes instead of forcing him back to bed, but you couldn’t resist his short seduction.

satoru bends you over slightly, lifting the skirt of the dress you were wearing and starts grinding his hips slowly against your ass, pressing his bulge into the soaked spot of your panties. you held back your moans, returning your attention to the congee that was barely even cooking. it was hard to make sure the porridge was being cooked properly because of satoru’s movements and the sounds he was making.

“f-fuck.. i can feel how wet you are- ngh- i c-could cum any second,” satoru moans, pushing his head back slightly as his hands grip around the sides of your ass. he starts grinding his hips faster, rubbing his clothed cock against the wet material covering your cunt. he desperately wanted you to cockwarm him, even if his body was already too warm enough to handle. he just couldn’t resist anymore, but he’s got to now that he notices you cooking.

“‘t-toru, please- slow down,” you request, unable to hold your moans as he nudges and roughly grinds himself against your pussy. it felt so damn good, making you aroused as much as he is. “ssshit,” satoru moans, moving his hips faster after you told him to reduce his speed. just how can he slow down when you two are already like this?

“fuck baby- i can’t.. please just let me put it in. please,” satoru begs again, his cock grinding far into you that it was almost pushing through the fabric of your clothes and into your pussy. “please, baby? please take care of me down here too,” he whimpers, pleading in desperation as his fingers start gently tugging the material of your panties.

“okay- fine. you can put it in..” you nod, giving him a short glance and satoru’s face lights up. now, there was no turning back for you. would you regret this later? probably, but at the moment, you didn’t possibly care for the outcomes. “but no moving..”

satoru removes his hoodie before pushing his sweats and tight boxers down, freeing his hard cock that slaps against his lower abs. you bite down on your lower lips, gazing at the sight of your boyfriend’s fat dick about to be stuffed into you. satoru gives his cock several short and slow pumps, spreading his leaked pre-cum against the skin of your ass cheeks before moving your panties to the side and lining himself at your entrance.

he holds the sides of your hips again, groaning and pushing his cock past your folds and deep into your wet cunt. you breathe a short gasp, moaning instantly while your walls clench tightly around his girth. satoru nearly cums because of the sensation and warmth of your hole, and almost starts thrusting— but he remembers that he was just going to put it in, and nothing else.

“i-i still have to cook.. your porridge, satoru-“ you manage to slip out, feeling your gummy walls pulsate around his cock. satoru grunts, grip tightening around your hips as he nods his head. “i know.. but fuck- just keep letting me feel your warm pussy like this,” satoru replies, pushing the rest of his length into you.

your focus on the congee was short when you shift your hips back slightly, feeling satoru’s dick twitch inside as your ass knocks against his pelvic area. it was overbearing to be unable to rock back against him and feel his cock kiss your deepest parts— you’d be opposing your own words. you lower the heat of the stove, almost completely turning it off as you realize you’re probably not going to finish the porridge anytime soon.

“t-thought you said no moving?” satoru huffs, pouting before slightly pushing out and back in. you moan, shaking your head. “i did…” you reply, turning your head around and meeting his gaze. his blue eyes were glistening, full of lust that he was withholding. however, seeing your face was enough for satoru to start thrusting very slowly.

satoru’s sensual grazes against your walls was causing louder moans to stumble from your mouth. you grip around him, sucking in his cock as you can feel him penetrate your deepest parts with his steady motions. you had to turn off the stove completely before satoru pushes you against the kitchen counter, fastening his thrusts.

“n-ngh, satoru- wait-“ you mewl, gripping the edge of the counter as you glance back at his flushed face. but he didn’t even allow you to continue speaking as he hoists one of your thighs, hand tightening the fat and plunging his cock deeper into your cunt. “fuckfuck- you need to slow down-“ you choke out, quite appalled at how satoru even had this much energy in him to fuck you like this. it didn’t matter though, since you’re clearly enjoying it.

“shit baby, i-i wanna fuck your pussy forever. you feel- so damn good,” satoru chants, hips banging into your ass as his pants start becoming heavier. he forgot that he was even sick himself, his neediness for you was overwhelming to the point he thought about nothing except drilling his cock into you like this. “o-oh god, ‘toru- pleasepleaseplease~” you cry out, head falling forward as he ravages your swollen cunt.

“fuck- please forgive me, baby. i can’t hold myself back anymore,” satoru says before lowering his body over yours, arms entirely laced around your waist and lips meeting the skin of your shoulder blades as he’s now pounding into you. you’re both moaning messes, grinding your bodies and feeling each other’s warmth. you can feel satoru’s cock rubbing your g-spot and his heavy balls smack your folds as your arousal starts trickling down your inner thighs.

“sa-satoru~ i’m g’nna cum-“ you whine, pushing your ass back as he’s still thrusting, erratically and sloppy but rough that it’s causing you to reach your orgasm. satoru presses soft kisses on certain areas of your shoulder, bringing one hand down to stroke circles against your clit. the touch was nearly making your eyes roll back, and the contractions of your pussy tighter around him.

“ngh- yes baby, cum on this cock that’s s’needy for you,” satoru whimpers, using his tongue to lick the lobe of your ear. his body was becoming exhausted, but he’s greedy and desires to fill your womb with his thick and warm load. satoru craves the feel of your delicate skin and inner parts of your pussy that’s squeezing him dry, stimulating him to pound you faster.

you squint, the sockets of your eyes welling with hot tears that stream down your face each time you blinked. your fingertips jab into the hard surface of the kitchen counter and your legs become wobbly that it’s nearly difficult to maintain standing. satoru’s mouth kisses and licks each area of your skin that he could find, before gently biting down and nibbling the flesh. it’d probably leave red marks later, but your mind doesn’t necessarily think of the idea as you’re occupied with satoru’s cock still abusing your hole.

after satoru’s each passing hard thrusts, you cum all over him— sensations of pleasure pumping throughout your entire body from your orgasm. your ejaculation squirts on satoru’s thighs and drips to the ground, making your body tremble. satoru cums next, dipping several deep strokes into your cunt and groaning your name as his warm semen milks your womb full.

you both stand there for a long moment, breathing heavily while your bodies are still pressed close together. satoru keeps his cock in you, making sure that none of his cum drips out of you and kisses your neck in a soft manner. “thanks baby.. i feel better now,” he whispers by your ear, his tone enunciating his exhaustion.

“hey- don’t fall asleep on me now! we have to clean up,” you give him a slight glare as his head raises up. satoru pouts, before nodding and stepping back. he slips his cock out, immediately feeling odd with not having you clench around him.

satoru thought of something that nearly sent blood rushing to his dick and he gives you that one stare as you push your dress back over your ass. “can you suck me off?” satoru requests, eyes sparkling with the anticipation of you saying yes.

“no.”

“then what about my kiss?”

“no, satoru. you didn’t even eat the congee,” you reply firmly, feeling yourself quiver as his cum tries to drip out of you. but maybe your next words could encourage something, or not since you two needed to clean up. “go to the bathroom, i’ll meet you there and maybe i’ll give you a kiss.”

“a-achoo!”

suguru gives you a glance, brows raised as he lifts the folder in his hands between you and him like he’s trying to not catch whatever you have. “bless you. gosh, are you sure you’re okay? you’ve been sneezing so much and it’s only 10 in the morning,” he states.

“i’m fine, suguru. just allergies,” you reply with a shrug, knowing damn well where you’re getting this ‘allergy’ from. of course, suguru was skeptical but nodded his head as you two proceed down the hall.

the meeting was less than 20 minutes, and as suguru was speaking with several of the first year students, you quickly dart to your office and search for a thermometer in your desk.

“101.3,” you read out quietly, blinking several times. but who were you to be surprised?

you: look, i’m sick

you sent the message to satoru, along with a photo attachment of the thermometer that read your body temperature. and not even a minute later, he reads it and replies.

satoru <3: well, guess we should go for another round today then ;)

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: pls i want this cold to go away😭😭 if anyone’s sick rn, i hope you feel better quick <3 (likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! have a nice day)

[mattsnight]

I dont care - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: in which y/n and Matt take a shower after sweating at a party all night.

Warnings: drunk, shower sex, use of y/n

A/N: kinktober fic 5! I hope yall like it make sure to check out my others❤️

Not proofread!!

Honestly, it wasn’t even fun. This “party” you were at was full with drunk people and you felt disgusted. Your hair was a complete mess and your outfit was sticking to your skin. Matt was with you and he felt the same way about himself. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.

When you got invited to this party it was clear on the invitation that there was no alcohol, just a cute party to get to know new people in the town. I guess some of them didn’t get the point of it.

You and Matt were both taking your last drink when suddenly an extremely drunk man approaches you. He stares you up and down, not even caring you notice how he’s definitely checking you out. Matt’s blood starts to boil as he grabs your hand. “She’s with me.” He says as his grip on your hand tightens. The man doesn’t back off at first, but then when Matt glares at him he doesn’t hesitate to get away from you.

“Fucking gross.” Matt lets out a deep breath he was holding. He gulps his drink down before taking your hand and leading you outside. You groan as your legs slowly start to give up. You have been wearing these big heels all night and it was hurting your feet. Matt notices and pulls you into his arms, holding you in bridal style. “Matt! Im gross right now, don’t—“ You whine as Matt just keeps walking.

“I don’t care, princess. I’ve seen worse.” He says smirking down at you. A wave of heat washes over you as your cheeks slowly turn red. Matt gently places you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driver’s seat. He puts on his seatbelt before driving off to his house.

When you arrive at his house you are met with his brothers Nick and Chris watching spongebob on the tv. You wave at them before making your way into Matt’s room, taking off your heels and dress immediately. You can hear Matt say something to his brothers before walking into his room to be met with you in your underwear. He’d seen it a lot of times, but it still could get him hard and you wearing that red lacey set wasn’t helping.

“Jesus… you look gorgeous.” He says, hands already on your sides tracing slow circles. You smile at him before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned it immediately before pulling you closer. “Babyyy.. im still sweaty.” You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, not seeming to care about your state. “Can we at least do this in the shower?”

You knew it was going to be a long night, proposing this idea, but you didn’t mind. You were so happy to notice Nick and Chris left for bed already, otherwise they’d definitely would’ve heard both of you in the shower.

Matt has you pressed against the cold wall as his hands are everywhere on your body. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as his hardness slides against your folds. His lips are on your tits, swirling slow circles with his tongue around your nipple. You’ve always known Matt was a tits guy, because he never seems to get enough of them.

He pulls back after a while, proudly admiring all the hickeys he left all over you. His hands move to your clit, rubbing gentle circles before lining himself up at your entrance. A loud gasp escapes your lips. He pushes himself into you slowly.

A second later he’s moving faster and harder into you. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you get lost in pleasure. “Fuck baby.. so fucking good f’me, yeah?” Matt groans as he takes you against the wall, practically slamming into you. His thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, getting you on edge quickly.

“M-Matt im gonna cum..” you moan out as your walls start to clench around him. Then suddenly a large wave of pleasure washes over you, making your legs tremble. Matt comes quickly after that, shooting his load inside of you. Both of you are left panting.

After a few good minutes he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince. “Shh.. it’s okay, princess.. did so good.” He makes sure to wash your hair and your body before getting out of the shower. He helps you get comfy into your shared bed by pulling you close to him.

He doesn’t care how you look right now, all sleepy and completely drained, he just loves you because you’re you.

[lanadelnegan]

hyperfeminine reader x negan? he goes to alexandria to take their supplies and reader is just walking around looking all pretty and he CANT resist.

ily 💕💕

ily more bby. xx

Pretty in Pink

S7 Negan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, public sex (in front of Dwight.. like literally in the car while he's driving), Negan being overly caring and sweet with you, character death (negan kills your brother Spencer)

Note: this is dark and twisted ngl.

I watch Negan like a deer in headlights as he whispers into my brother's ear.

"It's because.. ya got no guts." The rest of us are silent as we watch Negan slash his knife through Spencer's stomach, revealing his insides. My stomach churns as I watch him fall to the ground.

Negan chuckles as he looks around, eyeing the crowd as if he's daring us to react.

"Oh, there they are! They were inside of you the whole time." He smirks down at Spencer's lifeless body before his dark eyes roam up, meeting mine.

I quickly look down, biting my lip and fighting back tears. My nails dig into my skin as I try to remain calm.

"Well hello, princess." He slowly approaches me. "Forgive me for the gruesome scene you just had to witness." His hand rests against his chest sympathetically as he stands in front of me now, at least a foot above me.

My fingers lace together in front of me as I continue looking down, digging my dirty white shoe into the gravel.

"I don't believe we've met, sweetheart... In fact, I know we haven't because I definitely would have noticed you, looking all pretty in this little pink skirt."

I look up at him innocently through my lashes. His head cocks to the side as he subtly leans back, noticing the tear slipping from my cheek.

"Shit, darlin'. I am so sorry. That wasn't your boyfriend I just ripped open, was it?" He motions towards Spencer.

I softly shake my head no, earing a grin from him as he tilts my chin upwards to meet his stare.

"He - he was my brother." I sniffle, feeling another tear slide from my cheek.

Negan's jaw ticks and his eyes shut painfully tight as his hand slowly retreats from my chin.

"Goddamn it... If I woulda known.." He shakes his head with disappointment, noticing everyone still standing around us. "Enjoying the fucking show, people?!" He gestures for everyone to clear out before turning his attention back to me.

Sighing loudly, he delicately picks me up in his arms, holding me like a baby. I allow him to carry me as I bury my face into his shirt, soaking it with my tears.

"Ssshhh, babyyy." He whispers against the top of my head as he walks us to his van.

"Dwight! Let's go, you're driving."

"Boss? The supplies.. we don't have them loaded yet." Simon interrupts.

"I'm sorry." Negan's voice vibrates through his chest and into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Does it look like I give two fucks about supplies right now?"

He doesn't wait for Simon to answer as he opens the passenger door, joining Dwight in the van while carefully maneuvering me in his lap. My legs face towards Dwight while the side of my body leans into Negan.

"Hey, sshhh. It's okay, baby. What's your name?" He rubs my back comfortingly.

"Y/n." I whisper, sniffing my runny nose.

"Y/n, you're gonna stay with me tonight so I can make sure you're okay. I truly am sorry about your brother."

I nod my head, leaning against him. This is the first physical affection I've had from anyone since our parents died. Although it's from a man I'm supposed to hate, I can't deny how nice it feels to be touched.

My brother and I drifted apart when our family found Alexandria and made it our own. He turned into someone I didn't recognize, all power-hungry and selfish.. and although he probably deserved to die, he was still my brother. I'll always love him.

I allow myself to snuggle into Negan, my face against his neck as I inhale his scent of leather and citrusy hair gel.

"Gonna make you forget all about that asshole brother of yours, darlin'." His large, veiny hand glides up my thigh until it settles just underneath the frills of my skirt. He rubs circles on my smooth skin with his thumb, comforting me sweetly.

The drive back to the sanctuary seems to last a decade and I watch the way Dwight zones out at the road in front of him, not paying attention to us.

My hand bravely drifts on top of Negan's and I slide his hand deeper underneath my skirt, watching it disappear completely. I know how wrong this is, but I can't help my attraction to him. I've watched him from the window of my room too many times to count, wondering what his lips feel like. Doodling his name next to little hearts in my diary. This is what I've wanted, even if it's under these circumstances.

Negan's eyes widen a little as he looks at me, surprised by my forwardness.

He glances at Dwight before looking back up at me, his heavy eyelids slightly covering his hazel eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

I reach my finger up to graze over his puffy bottom lip in a "shush" motion before leaning in to kiss him. His body remains still as his lips part, letting my tongue slip past his. He groans softly and Dwight glances at us, bringing his eyebrows together.

"Eyes on the fucking road, Dwight." Negan says with our mouths still connected. I let my hands explore him, roaming them up his body and feeling his chest through his t-shirt.

His hard cock presses into my ass as I turn myself to face him, bringing one leg over until they're both hanging over each side of him and I'm straddling his lap. He grips my ass under my skirt as his head falls back slightly, waiting for my next move.

"Negan.."

"Yeah, baby?" His voice is low and raspy.

"Touch me."

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he urges my back into the dashboard. My mouth gapes open when he pulls my panties to the side, revealing my pussy to him.

"Look at this pretty pink pussy, baby." He breathes out as his finger slides through my wet folds.

"So wet for daddy. Wish I could fucking take you right here."

I look at Dwight, who's trying his best to pretend we're not here, but the sudden sensation of Negan curling his finger inside me snaps my attention back to him.

"So do it, then." I urge him.

His eyebrows raise. "Ohh, sweetheart. So desperate for some cock." His hands find their way to my hips, tracing over them slowly as I lean back up.

"Just yours." I admit and he chuckles softly.

"Is that right, baby? You've thought about me before, huh? Touched yourself to the thought of my cock inside you."

I nod, letting my fingers run through his slicked back hair and I can't help but grind myself into him, desperate for some friction.

"Take it then. I'm not stoppin' you."

That's all the confirmation I need before reaching for his belt and unbuckling him until his pants are a few inches down his thighs.

My hand reaches in his boxers, pulling out his hardening cock. Negan watches my face as I tug on him a couple times, admiring the way he grows longer and thicker in my hand.

I don't waste any time hovering above him as he slides my panties to the side again, helping me me sink down onto him. I moan out at the fullness as my head slightly falls back.

"Thaaat's it, baby." He groans, digging his fingers into my hips while I bounce on him.

A pothole in the road causes the van to dip suddenly, and my hips collide with his completely, causing the tip of his cock to push violently against my cervix. I cry out loudly at the sharp pain, but continue riding him faster and deeper until tears fill my eyes.

His head rests against the back of the seat as he watches me ride him. "Such a good fucking girl. You wanna be my wife, baby? I'll take such good care of you."

My eyes widen a little at the unexpected offer. "Uh, I - I dunno."

"That's alright, baby. I have all night to convince you. Don't think it'll take much, considering how desperate you were for my cock." He smiles up at me arrogantly.

My moans get faster and louder along with his. "You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"

I nod as his finger finds my clit with ease, rubbing it just the right way to send me over the edge. He kisses me hard right when my pussy floods his dick, causing a wet spot on his black jeans.

"FUCK. Look at that." He dips his finger in my wetness before bringing it up to my mouth, making me taste myself. I moan around his finger, sucking gently.

"You ready for my cum, baby?"

I nod, wanting to taste him so badly. As if he heard my thoughts, he lifts me off of him until I'm on my knees in the floorboard between his legs.

I watch as he strokes himself a couple times, my eyes darting back and forth between the tip of his swollen dick to his handsome face. His head falls back while his lips part, letting out a deep groan before long ropes of warm cum splatter onto my face and tongue. I close my eyes, savoring the taste of him as I suck his tip dry.

"Goddamn baby. Look at the mess you made." He reaches for my face, wiping his load off my chin with his thumb and sliding it into my mouth. I moan around him again, loving his salty unique taste before climbing up into his lap and leaning my head against his chest.

I close my eyes to the sound of his rapid heartbeat and feeling of his gentle hand stroking my hair.

How can the same hands that ended my brother's life be so... gentle with me.

Dwight shuts the engine off, exiting the van awkwardly once we arrive. Neither of us move, but I smile softly when Negan fixes the white bow in my hair, pinning it back in place and causing my heart to front flip in my chest.

"Negan..." I whisper.

"Yeah, baby?"

"... I'll be your wife."

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.11 | fluff, comfort, short ending | chap.10

self defense.

they didn’t justify it as murder, they justified it as self defense.

just as you prayed they would, the videos of it proved everything they needed to prove. what reiner did to you proved everything it needed to prove. but that only shortened his sentence.

sitting down at the chair and tapping the table with your fresh set, sitting for a minute before they finally brought connie out. his uniform tied around his waist while his muscle shirt showed.

for some reason he looked different every time you visited.

the whole year he’d been locked up, you saw him every time you could.

his hair was slightly fluffier, somehow faded on the sides, probably some trick he learned. he looked stronger, boredom had him working out, but in your eyes he was still the same old connie.

you both grabbed the phone and held it to your ears, as you looked at him, a smile creeped onto your lips, him immediately mirroring your actions.

“hey babyyy.” he dragged along, realizing you were happier than the first few times you visited. “hey connie.” you smiled and looked down. connie smacked his lips and leaned back a little, the phone still to his ear. “don’t act like you ain’t happy to see me.”

you couldn’t lie, all you wanted to do was go home and go to sleep so the next day could come quicker.

so he could be standing in front of you without the uniform and the cuffs, without holding a dumb phone to his ear.

“you got yo nails did? lemme see.” he said, looking at your hand. you looked up and held your hand up. “i put your initial right there, and your favorite color, ‘cus i love you.” you teased, making connie looked to the side out of embarrassment.

“i love you more. i got sum to show you tho.” he mumbled. you tilted your head, resting it on your hand.

connie pulled his shirt up, showing your name tatted across the top of his stomach. you covered your mouth with your hand and looked at him. “how’d you do that?” you smiled. connie sucked air through his teeth and pulled his shirt down.

“shittt, a mirror, pen, and hope. almost got in trouble, ian worried though.” he laughed a little before crossing his arms, putting the phone to his other ear. “but yeah, i miss you. ready to see you.” he mumbled, staring at the table.

you slowly nodded. “i can’t believe it’s been a year without you. ian go out in so long, or rarely, it just don’t feel right when you not there.” you pursed your lips together.

connie bit the inside of the cheek. “you visited mama?” he asked. you smiled. “yesss, she so nice every time.” you looked at your nails more. connie nodded.

“you been eatin?” connie tilted his head a little. “yeah it’s different from when you first came here.” you waved him off. “ight now, don’t be lyin.” he pointed at you. you laughed and nodded.

connie huffed. “shit i can’t wait to eat right. this shit in here weak as hell, boys is too.” he shook his head. “you been in any fights, baby?” you asked. connie looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking back at you. “been on my best behavior.” he flashed a quick smile, making you laugh.

“i can’t wait to hug you, i miss you like a bitch.” he rubbed his eyes, staring into yours. “me too.” you mumbled, but connie shook his head. “you ain’t no bitch.” he said, leaning up on the table. “you been on yo best behavior right? don’t end up like me, ima lose my shit.”

“yep, just like you asked. no fights, no serious arguments, nothing.” you assured connie, him trying his best to detect a lie.

“i’m glad.” he smiled a little. “you know i did that tattoo like… three months ago. the day i gave you yo tattoo is that day i did this one.”

“and we missed our lil one year anniversary.” you smiled. “now i gotta surprise you with yo name.” you laughed, making connie laugh. “nah, nah. you good.” he scratched his head.

“don’t cut your hair when you get out, connie. it’s cute like that.” you looked at his head. connie hummed and nodded. “gotchu.”

“two minutes.” the man behind you spoke, making you glare at him and look back at connie. connie stared at him before looking at you, playfully rolling his eyes.

“well.” he leaned back again. “ima see you tomorrow, ight?”

you nodded, looking at connie. “i love you.” you said, blowing a kiss. connie held his hand out to catch it and put his hand over his lips, like he always did.

“i love you back.” he said, waving bye as he put the phone down. you did the same, glancing back as the guard walked back over to you and a different one walked to connie, grabbing his wrists and cuffing them before standing him up.

“can i kiss my girl?” connie asked the guard.

he’s been asking the same question since he first got locked up, and it was always a no. but as the guard looked at you, then at connie, he led connie back to the table, you leaning over the plastic screen that separated you, grabbing connie’s face and pulling him into a long kiss.

just like he did you.

as he pulled away, hands still behind his back, he smiled at you, finally being able to feel your lips again after a whole year.

“i love you.” he mumbled as the guard pulled him back.

you smiled.

“i love you back.”

ANDDDD SCENE.

THIS was lowkey very fun to write even tho it’s short but thank you sm to the people that stuck around the whole story, if it was on wattpad or something it would’ve been sm longer tbh 😭 BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT, yk i would never (i think) finish yall off with a bad ending.

THANK YOU FOR READING, I LOVE YOU!!!

[cheolhub]

WORTH THE WAIT — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu forgets about the date you’ve had planned and he wants to show you he’s sorry in a rather unconventional way.

wc. 1.8k

warning. unprotected sex, couch sex, dumbification, lots of apologizing, big d!ck!gyu (ofc), kinda angsty but it’s all resolved, creampie — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this idea was sent by my beloved 🌵 anon… like…. literal months ago lol— it was a drabble at first, then it got a bit too long, so enjoy it xx [not proofread, kinda shitty]

contrary to belief, kim mingyu does have a few faults. he can be a bit clumsy and he’ll accidentally eat your leftovers every time he’s over, but the biggest fault of them all is… he can be a bit forgetful.

so when mingyu accidentally double books hanging out with wonwoo on the same night as your date, you find yourself dolled up and waiting around your apartment for him, unaware of his whereabouts. you hadn’t seen him much due to your conflicting schedules and you’d been looking forward to the date all week long.

you wait and wait— 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour. you text him a few times, but you don’t get a response and you figure he’s at work, asleep, or doing something else. whatever the case may be, he definitely forgot.

mingyu doesn’t realize this until he’s checking his phone for the first time of the hectic game night and he sees a string of text messages from you.

from you 6:33 

i can’t wait to see u!! :,)

from you 7:07

hi babyyy, text me when you’re here and i’ll come down

from you 7:39

gyu are you still coming?

if you wanna reschedule, we can… just text me back and let me know?

from you 8:02

i checked ur location to make sure u weren’t dead and i saw you were at woo’s

i’m just gonna assume ur with him, which is fine :) pls just let me know next time.

shit.

shit shit shit.

regardless of what you say, it’s not fine— he can practically hear your dejected voice through the text and the smiley face doesn’t do shit to mask it. 

he’s quick to tell wonwoo and make his way to your place, insides churning at the thought of you feeling stood up. he would never, in a million years, ever want to hurt you in any way.

he doesn’t text he’s here, he doesn’t knock, he just takes the spare key hidden under your placemat and lets himself in. 

you’re curled up on the couch in your date outfit watching some random show before you jolt at the sound of your door being unlocked. when mingyu walks in, panic on his face, you deflate a bit, internally thanking the universe that it was just him and not some intruder.

“baby…” 

you try to put a smile on as if he isn’t the last person you wanted to see at the moment, but mingyu sees through it. 

“hi, gyu.” you say curtly. “hope you had fun at wonwoo’s tonight.”

the subtle shade proves you’re upset, even if you had said it unconsciously. his lips turn down in a frown and he walks around the couch so he’s posted right in front of you.

“Y/N, you have to believe me— i’m so sorry. i got the days—“

you cut him off with a sigh, “gyu, seriously. it’s fine. it’s not that big of a deal. we can just do something the next time you’re free.” 

he doesn’t even know when next time will be given his rather strenuous schedule and you know that, yet those words come out of your mouth anyway. he huffs softly and takes a seat next to you, intertwining your hands into his.

“baby, please,” he whispers. “you know i would never stand you up on purpose. i lost my mind and got the days mixed up– please let me make it up to you.”

you shrug, avoiding eye contact. you want to stay mad, but the way he’s looking at you… the way he’s holding your hands… it’s making it impossible not to melt into a helpless puddle. “how?” you ask meekly.

he doesn’t say anything, letting go of your hands in favor of cupping your cheek and pulling you in. his soft lips meet yours and you practically forget why you’re angry to begin with. his tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth and your soft moan eases his nerves a bit. 

he pulls back, leaving you warm and fuzzy and a bit needy for more of him. he finally takes you in when his eyes open. you’re still in a pretty little outfit– presumably, one you’d picked out for your date– and it makes him groan a little bit. 

“you look so pretty, baby. you wore this all for me?”

you nod your head slowly. “i was really excited to show you…”

he frowns, “i know, i’m sorry… i’m so, so sorry,” he mumbles and you don’t say anymore, simply nodding your head at his apology. his lips are on yours again, rougher this time. it’s like he’s trying to prove just how sorry he is with every passing second. 

and when he breaks the kiss again, you whine. “gyu…”

“wanna take this off. can i?” he asks, referring to your dress and you just nod again. 

his hands find the hem, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in your even prettier set. the black lace adorns your body and mingyu feels his pants tighten at the mere sight. 

he’s breathless when the pet name falls from his lips, “baby…”

he’s so glad you didn’t change, but he feels like such an idiot for fucking up this bad. he wishes he checked his phone earlier, he wishes he remembered your date was tonight, he wishes he could’ve taken you out in your gorgeous dress and brought you back home to see the even more gorgeous set underneath. 

but he’ll make up for it. he’ll spend all the time in the world doing so if he needs to.

he stands to his feet pulling his shorts off and revealing his aching cock. you bite your lip and slide down so your back and head are comfortably on the cushion of your couch, eyes trained on his huge length.

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, rolling them down your legs and leaving your now-wet cunt bare. 

“so beautiful… so fuckin’ beautiful angel, can… can i keep going?”

you whimper and wordlessly nod again, brain unable to give him a verbal response. he grunts, joining you back on the couch by getting in between your legs. 

“tell me when…” he whispers, aligning himself with your hole before pressing his fat cock into you. “fuck, so tight…”

the burning stretch of your walls opening to take him makes your head spin a bit. no matter how many times he fucks you, it always hurts.

at first, at least, because now he’s balls deep in your pulsing cunt and all you can feel is blinding pleasure. the burn and stretch have subsided and your brain has turned to complete and utter mush. 

you clench around him tightly and he has to ask, “are you good, baby?”

you dumbly nod– it’s all you can do– but mingyu can’t help but feel more anxiety fill his body. you’ve barely said any words to him and it makes him worry that you won’t forgive him. 

you moan when his cock leaves just for it to suddenly fill you back up with a single, sharp thrust. this is how it starts before he’s moving faster and faster. 

words still fail to leave your mouth, just cute gasps and clipped moans, but mingyu can’t seem to stop breathy apologies from leaving his own. “‘m sorry… you know that right, angel? ‘m so sorry.”

and your eyes just roll back, ignoring his apologies as you’re all consumed by his massive cock fucking in and out of you. mindless babbles escape your lips and it’s not till then does mingyu realize how brainless you’ve become. 

it makes his heart clench. you’ve never gotten like this for him before and he knows it’s a result of being left to your own devices for far too long. he knows he hasn’t been there for you, knows you haven’t been able to cum properly in god knows how long and it hurts him. it hurts him so fucking bad.

and, to be transparent, he’s missed you more than you know.

his hand finds your abdomen, pressing down so he can feel himself thrusting into you. in doing so, his thumb reaches your clit and this seems to bring some life to you. “gyu!” you cry. “feels s’good!”

he lets out an elated chuckle at the sound of your voice, “yeah? it feels good, angel?”

and it’s almost like you read his mind with your next words. “s-so good, m-missed you.” 

a guttural groan erupts in his throat and he starts to fuck you harder– to fuck you deeper– and the thumb on your clit moves quicker, effectively stimulating the swollen bud. “me too– fuck, missed you so much. missed fucking this pretty pussy so much, baby, you don’t even know.”

your face pinches together in pleasure and you clamp his dick harder at the affirmation. “i-i’m–” you let out a gaspy whine and mingyu knows exactly what it means.

“gonna cum?” he finishes your broken sentence. 

you nod eagerly, eyebrows knit together as you feel the formed knot in your tummy get tighter and tighter. “gyu–”

he shushes, thrusts growing erratic. his voice is hot and breathy and you can tell, just by the sound of it, he’s just as close as you are. “just cum for me, baby– need you to let go ‘n cum all over my cock. you can do it.” 

you cry, body going taut as you cream all over him, pussy trapping him between your pulsing, velvet walls. mindlessly, you babble out some words that he can barely make out, but the second he hears those three words– i love you, said in your cute, pitchy voice– his worries wash away. 

he’s overcome by love and the feeling of you gripping him for dear life and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against yours and fill you up the way he knows you need. his cum paints your walls, fulfilling the craving you didn’t even know you had. 

“god,” he moans, panting out, cock still twitching between your spasming walls. “please forgive me, angel. i promise i’ll be better ‘n make more time for you”

part of your mind finds its way back to you after a few seconds and you can’t help but giggle at his words. “i forgave you after you kissed me, babe.”

he smiles, large hands caressing your body, “really?”

you hum, hazy eyes taking him in, “mmh, you’re really hard to be mad at, you know that, right?”

“good ‘cus i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“well, then don’t do stupid things.”

he whines, “baby, you know that’s impossible for me, stupidity is practically in my dna.”

you giggle at the joke. “i know… but… i won’t be so nice to you next time you decided to hang out with wonwoo instead of taking me out.”

“you can be as mean to me as you want, baby, but i swear, i’ll never stand you up ever again.”

“good.” you smile back at him. “now… maybe you can prove how sorry you are again? in my bed this time?”

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[asterifish]

Black cats and chill nights

Synopsis: One of Minho's secrets was that he could play Guitar. Really well. When m/n finds out, hes gushing all over his boyfriend. Minho loves this, so he writes a song for m/n

Genre(s): 🍂(tooth rottingly sweet)

Type: One-Shot

Extra notes: Reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! 🫶 (this is the first time I haven't just written down the idea and let it ROT in my drafts, so I hope it's good!!)

I hope you guys like the new layout for fics, I really like the way the aesthetic turned out :)

Story under the cut!!

🪐 had always thought that he knew everything about Minho. He'd started off as a fan, and by some blessing from God, he ended up befriending Stray Kids, which led to him dating Minho.

Now don't get me wrong, 🪐 wasn't one of those crazy psycho fans, he respected each of the members equally. He loved helping them with little projects and cooking meals for them. Most of them thought of 🪐 as their guardian angel (per Felix's request of the nickname).

Anyway, it was a late night. Really late. 🪐 had been caught up with work and he'd ended up staying 6 hours later than he was supposed to. 🪐 was drained. He thought about calling Minho and asking if he could come over, but he was too tired to even take his phone out of his pocket. Driving the 20 minutes to his boyfriends apartment wasn't the hard part, it was the climb up to it that really got 🪐. He sighed loudly when he reached Min's apartment, banging his head on the door instead of knocking.

"Coming!" Minho's voice drawing nearer was the only thing that had perked 🪐 up, a small smile on his face.

"How can I hel...." Minho's voice was cut off as he opened his door, 🪐 flopping onto the other. "Minnieeeeee" 🪐 whined, wrapping his arms around the taller male and rocking them back and forth.

Minho's expression softening at his boyfriend's antics, he moved them both into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot. "Bad day baby?" Min asked, running his fingers through the smaller male's hair. 🪐 nodded and groaned into Minho's shoulder. Lifting his head up, a sigh escaped 🪐's lips.

"They made me stay back 6 hours extra to fix something that wasn't even important...." 🪐 frowned.

Minho sighed at this, rubbing 🪐's back. He thought for a bit about what he could possibly do to cheer his baby up. Looking around the apartment, his eyes landed on his guitar.

"Baby... how about I play guitar for you!" Minho smiled as 🪐 perked up, his eyes wide with wonder. "... Guitar? I..." 🪐's eyes travelled down to his hands. "I didn't know you played..."

Minho watched 🪐 closely while he spoke, and then wrapped the smaller in a hug. "It's okay to not know everything about me baby. Just sit here and I'll be right back, okay?" 🪐 nodded and then curled back up, wide eyes watching his boyfriend leave the room. Minho came back a while later, blankets and one of his cats in arms. Wrapping 🪐 up in the blanket, Minho smiled. When the cat finally curled up against 🪐's side, Minho reached over to get his guitar.

"I hope you don't mind... I.. sort of write a song about you." Minho scratched his neck shyly, making 🪐 coo.

"It's okay babyyy, I wanna hear you play!!" 🪐 smiled happily, his spirits lifted. He was still tired, but he really wanted to hear the song. Minho smiled softly and then started strumming the guitar. 🪐 made note of how his boyfriend's fingers just barely grazed the strings, but still produced a beautiful tune. It was so graceful, 🪐 was mesmerized.

As he started singing, Minho rocked back and forth with the rhythm. He would occasionally look over at 🪐, catching the other stiffling a yawn or scratching under his cat's chin.

"나의 밤은 그래 이렇게 잠 못 드는 밤이면 왠지 모를 그때 네 향기가 나 아직 난 네가 많이 보고 싶나 봐 유난히 긴 오늘 밤...." ( My night is like this/ On a sleepless night like this, I can smell your scent from that time / I must still miss you a lot / A particularly long night tonight)

Minho's voice filled the room, pulling 🪐 deeper into his sleep. Sighing contently, 🪐 's eyes closed, happy that the last thing he got to hear was Minho's voice. When Minho finished the song, he looked over at 🪐, a smile in his eyes. "My sweet baby.... Sleep well my love." He whispered.

Picking up the smaller male, Minho carried him to the bedroom, setting him down and then crawling under the sheets with him, cuddling him close.

"Nights like these... are perfect for us.." Minho whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off.

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[scaredycatqlt]

HII idk if your requests are still open but PLEASE can you do bojack/ mr peanutbutter dating head canons or any of your choice, the fandom needs more fanfics 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

awwWWW YEAH BABYYY. You already KNOW it’s gonna be toxic.

WARNING: Potentially triggering content. Nothing graphic, but talk of toxic/unhealthy relationships, questionable shit, BoJack being BoJack. SUPER MEGA FUCKING ANGST WARNING!!!

BoJack X Reader! Headcanons [ROMANTIC💔]

woah boy.

where do I even start with this guy?

okay, so, first things first; bad idea. What the absolute fuck were you thinking.

You probably have a fix-it mentality don’t you?

You’re probably the first person to talk to him. He either doesn’t care about you at first, or absolutely despises you.

chances are you are/were a fan of the show. (Eughhh,,,,)

If you weren’t he’s like ‘>:0’

It’s not really explicitly labeled as a romantic relationship. You guys probably hooked up before you even knew each other.

So being in this (more so situation-ship than anything) is toxic, to say the least.

He’s got a whole bunch of problems and he doesn’t want to ruin you to. But he ends up doing just that anyways.

He guilt trips you. I don’t even need to say that.

He rants to you about silly things that don’t even matter. It’s kind of endearing (if he weren’t a total piece of shit.)

He’s actually really good at making conversation. You two always have something to talk about.

He can’t believe someone as ‘not-him’ as you would ever waste your time with him. He explicitly tells you this at one point.

The red flags are BLARING GIRL.

In your defense, you really didn’t know how awful he was. You just thought he was a deeply flawed man. And he is, but he’s also just an ass.

*a horse

The relationship doesn’t last. It never does with him. Either you decide to cut it off because it’s too toxic, or he cuts it off. Probably in some drunken stupor.

typical BoJack.

Mr. Peanut butter X Reader! [ROMANTIC]

I’d like to start off by saying it would be much less toxic than a relationship with BoJack.

But still problematic…

Mr. Peanut butter and you knew eachother before you were dating, probably friends for a little while.

You two end up dating and the beginning of the relationship is idealistic and perfect!

But problems quickly arise.

like for example, Mr. Peanut butter is kind and friendly but he isn’t exactly considerate or caring. He may care about you, but he ignores your needs sometimes. More often by accident.

For example, if you don’t like people-you’re still not getting left out of parties. Mr PB is more sympathetic and much less empathetic.

His love language is gift giving and words of affirmation. I think this is made very clear throughout the show.

PREPARE TO BE FUCKING SPOILED WITH GIFTS!!!

Whether you like it or not….

He’s very open with people about your two’s relationship and how he feels about you. He’s quick to praise you.

aside from some of the inconsiderate mess he is literally a golden retriever boyfriend <3

he is VERY quick to ask you to marry him. But I feel like if you told him you’d think about it or ‘no’ he’d understand. It’s a big decision HE might be ready for, but you’re not.

Scratch his ears.

I feel like you’d date him at a point in time where Diane isn’t a problem anymore. He learned after the first time…,,,

Sometimes he puts his needs infront of yours-without realizing it.

If you want to have a serious conversation-you’re going to have to initiate it. He HATES those, and prefers to pretend like it never happened.

I feel like there’s honestly a chance of a long term relationship with him! Or you two break up like, maybe a year or so into the relationship.

sorry I haven’t responded to requests in, like, over a month. I’ve been kinda busyyyyfhhjjjgjg 😭

[kisses4tom]

ᡣ𐭩 UNCLE TOMMY

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okay so basically Bill had a child with either you or another girl, (we're going to pretend the baby is a girl named Kimberly 😉), but nevertheless Tom is an uncle and uhm yeah i think it's adorable

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He would be the cool uncle that teaches fun things

He would get her anything she wants from the toy store

Always holding her

Playing with her a lot

He would teach her bad words to piss off Bill 😭

Since him and Bill are very close, he would always be at Bill's house to help him

Would let her eat loads of candy

When Bill told him he was going to be an uncle he couldn't believe it and even if he tried to keep his cool as much as possible, it was impossible for him to hold back tears of joy for his brother

He's very careful and gentle with her

He would pick her up in weird ways and make her laugh (like upside down etc lmfao 💀)

He would tickle her a lot to hear her little laugh

His heart is always full whenever she's around

Personal babysitter

"Come to uncle Tommy, come!"

He would genuinely treat her as his own baby (kind of yk)

Role-playing all the time because she makes him 😭 (lmfao imagine him in a fairy costume that's waaay too small for him 😭 GIRL BYE I WOULD MARRY HIM)

I feel like he would call her "bro" or "dude" at times whenever she does something unexpected or unhinged 😭 (lmfao she's a babyyy)

Always pushing her stroller or carrying her on his shoulders

He would organize Carnival nights with the whole family and take her to as many rides as she wants

He would win prizes to give her

if you're dating Tom, he would ask her if she wants you as her auntie and if she accepts you as his wife 🥹

He would kneel down to talk to her (😩 have my babies)

He would get into play fights with her at the dinner table 😭

Whenever Bill is dropping her off at his house, he would run to the car and get her out of the car seat himself. "come here! uncle Tommy missed youuu!"

He would play guitar for her and when she was younger he would play little lullabies

He could go crazy over that baby's cuteness

He would take her baths every once in a while and put fun toys in the tub

He would take her to the park a lot to get her tired for nap time

The first time he met her it was like love at first sight for him even if he didn't quite know how to act out of shock and confusion (his mind was like foggy idrk how to explain it)

When she's older he would start being more himself (so talk about things freely and make dirty jokes all the time)

I feel like he would try his best to let the baby's first word be "uncle Tom" 😭

He's the overprotective uncle

He loves having her around

Having her around makes him wish he had a child (NO WORRIES BABE COME HERE)

He would be so sweet and cuteeee 😭 I can't guys I'm ovulating sorry 😭

I feel like he would love to play with the toy kitchen for some reason 💀

He would let her do his hair but not his make-up

Kiss attacks when he gets the chance

He's always at Bill's house just to hang with her

"Bill I swear she looks more like me than you"

They have a great bond

When she's older it won't stop him from taking her to places or spoil her

He loves when she's at their concerts

He claims to be the best uncle in the world, and that she's lucky to have him as one

At lunch/dinner he would always sit next to her

At the table he would teach her funny slangs or words

He would make her try to eat a lemon

He'd go down the slide with her 😭

You get the vision right? 🥹🫶🏻

[greazyfloz]

8 smut for jack or Trevor

Smut: 8. “What do I look like?” “Someone that will soon be on their knees” w/ Trevor Zegras

We Aren't Finished Yet

Trevor go home late last night from a roadie and made his way into the bed while I was still sleeping. Since it was pretty late I wasn't totally shocked that I woke up before him this morning. I pry his arm off from over me gently, so I'm not waking him up and then make my way to the bathroom.

I begin brushing my teeth first, then washing my face before putting on some moisturizer. We I turn to walk back into the room I see Trevor leaning against the door frame.

"You're up already?" I ask him moving in closer to give him a hug. He wraps his free arm around me first before standing up straight and wrapping his other arm.

"Yeah, promised Mason and Drys I'd go out for a skate today" he tells me as we pull away from each other. He then makes his way around me and grabs his toothbrush before beginning to brush his teeth. I walk behind him and wrap my arms around him hugging him.

"Babyyy" I whine, "You said it was an us day"

I hear Trevor laugh at my whine, before bending over slightly but enough for me to lose my grip around him, so he could spit in the sink. I move over the the counter beside him as he stands up straight again and looks over at me smiling.

"I know babe" he says lifting me so I was now sitting on the counter. He moves closer between my legs and I wrap them tight around his waist bringing him in closer. "I will only be two hours tops" he says lifting both of my arms so they rest on his shoulders.

"And then Jamie will want to hang out with you and Mas, and you'll forget about me" I say fake pouting as Trevor laughs moving in closer to kiss my lips

"I could never forget about you" he says then brings his lips in again. We begin making out as I shift my body closer to the edge of the counter letting go of Trevor from being wrapped around my legs.

His hand travels inside of my panties and his fingers begin to play with my folds. We break the kiss to take off the shirt of Trevor's I am wearing before reconnecting. He slides two fingers into me making me break from the kiss again to throw my head back.

I moan out before looking back at Trevor. He leans in towards my lips as he begins curling his fingers inside of me. Before our lips touch, the sound of Trevor's phone fills the bedroom.

"Shit" Trevor says releasing his fingers from inside of me and making his way into the bedroom to answer his phone.

I roll my eyes and grab the shirt off the floor when I overhear Trevor say, "Oh you're here?", "Okay, yeah I just need to change".

I make my way back into the bedroom to see Trevor rushing around the room trying to find his clothes. After he is changed he makes his way to the door but I step in front of him.

"You already made me late babe" he says leaning down kissing my lips, "I gotta go, Drys is literally in the driveway"

"He can wait a little longer" I say with puppy dog eyes.

At first he looks like he is contemplating it but he shakes his head, "No, you have distracted me enough this morning" he says laughing as he slightly moves me to the side.

I turn and watch him slide shoes on his feet before he makes his way back to me and presses his lips on mine one last time, "Okay, I shouldn't be too long babe"

"Shouldn't?!" I whine and he laughs

"Bye babe" he says as he shuts the door.

I began cleaning around the house after he left, and also started doing some of the laundry. This took me longer than I thought because once I was done, I looked at the clock that read 1:30. Trevor left here at 11, and i haven't heard anything from him since.

He is a great boyfriend but he is very forgetful. So I figured that when he walked through the door it was going to be either later in the afternoon or it was going to be with Mason and Jamie following behind.

I made my way back in the bedroom to put the laundry away, when I heard the front door open and close followed by boys chattering. I roll my eyes before continuing to put some of the laundry away.

I came across my mid-rise booty shorts, and had an idea. I decided to change into the shorts and take my bra off so my nipples could poke through the cropped white baby tee.

I made my way downstairs and into the living room where the boys were hanging out and made my way over to Trevor's lap. He smiles as I walked in but he gulped when I turned around to sit. The view of my ass making way to his lap made him bite his lip.

"Hey baby" I say quietly looking back at him. He forced a smile back at me as I turn my head to listen to the other two boys chatting.

"So Y/n, we're going to the beach. Are you joining us?" Jamie asks me and I look back at Trevor with a knowing look.

"Sure" I say looking back at Jamie.

The boys continue to chat for a bit and I grind up against Trevor slightly before standing to grab the cups in the room and bringing them to the kitchen to put in the dish washer.

As I make my way to the sink, and spray them slightly with the sink hose before spraying my white shirt slightly so it was know see through.

"I know what you are doing" I hear Trevor behind me. I turn around and he looks down at my tits that are now visible through the shirt. "What do I look like? Stup-" he starts but I cut him off moving towards him and pressing my lips to his.

"Someone that will soon be on their knees" I say pulling away from the kiss.

He grabs my wrist and brings me into the bedroom, shutting the door hard behind us then locking the door. "Well that isn't obvious" I say but Trevor slams our bodies against the door as he presses his lips to mine.

He pulls away, "lift" he says as he plays with the hem of my top. I lift my arms and he throws the shirt across the room before unbuttoning the jeans shorts and pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. "No panties?" he says smirking before getting down on his knees.

I bite my lip as his arms wrap around my thighs so he can line my pussy up with his mouth. I arch my back slightly and he licks up my slit. "This what you wanted?" He says before bringing his mouth back up to suck on my clit.

"Y-yes" I moan quietly as I feel him begin flicking his tongue.

"You taste so good baby" he says before plunging his tongue inside of me. I throw my head back against the door feeling Trevor's tongue explore inside of me.

He takes his tongue out from inside of me and quickly stands up before throwing his pants off and across the room. He turns me around and pushes my back forward before grabbing my hips and pulling them back towards him.

I feel him thrust himself into me hard making me brace my arms out on the door. He continues the thrust as he uses his hands to push me back even harder onto his cock.

"Oh fuck Trev" I moan out as he reaches one of his hands around me so he can rub my clit while he pounds into me. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh my god!" I moan out as I release myself on his cock.

"You like my dick baby" He says still thrusting into me but becoming sloppier, "huh? tell me how much you love my dick babe." he continues

"I love you dick baby, oooh!" I start but whimper as his thrust become slow and hard, "fuck, you feel so good!"

"Get on your knees" I hear him grunt out as he pulls himself out of me. I begin to turn but am not fast enough so Trevor turns me around himself then pushes me down to my knees. He then leans down and beats his dick on my chest before cumming on my tits.

I lean my chin downwards and stick my tongue out to try and catch some of the cum that shoots. He then stands me back up to my feet to makeout with me as I feel his finger wipe across my chest.

He pulls away from the kiss and jams his finger into my mouth. I suck all the cum off his finger and he smirks at me. "I'm so fucking lucky" he says kissing my lips once more.

He turns to grab his swim shorts as I made my way to the bathroom to clean off my chest. When I re-enter the room Trevor layed out the bikini he wanted me to wear.

"No teasing me at the beach" he warns as I begin putting the bikini on

"Are you saying that fucking in the water is already not going to happen?" I say smirking at him, "We could always stay later if your scared they will catch us"

"Fuck Y/n" he says as I put on a cover up and follow him out to the two traumatized looking boys on the couch.

"Did you forget we were here?!" Mason asks us making Trevor laugh hard but making me blush in embarrassment

[frankenkyle19]

Best Years of Your Life 💋

@iluwmycats here’s Mr. and Mrs. Zabel for you! My apologies for it being short, but I hope it’s fluffy enough!

word count: 784

warnings: mentions of sex, and tooth rotting fluff

It was all so much better than you had expected. Really. Getting to crawl into Colin’s arms after a long day was heaven on earth. He truly was the most patient and caring man you’d ever met,

That’s why you’d agreed to his proposal so fast. After only 8 months together, which in his opinion was way too long, but for you, much too short to make a life long decision. You hadn’t even thought about getting married before Colin came along, but then there he was, that damn smile that sucked you in and before you knew it, he was yours.

He never asked anything of you, except to sometimes toss his laundry into the wash or to bring his lunch to the station when he’d been in a rush and forgot it. When he had talked about kids, you had told him not yet, I want to be able to enjoy you first, and he gladly agreed. 

You two had a small wedding, only a few people in attendance, and it was the best night of your lives, the sex that night alone was to die for. He had been so sweet and gentle (not that he usually wasn’t) and it was so intimate.

You two fell into a quick rhythm after that, had saved up money and bought a small house, perfect for the two of you, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

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Now you busied yourself in the kitchen, prepping for your husband's arrival home. He had just gotten a promotion within the force and you wanted to celebrate it, he deserved it. He put in so much work and was so selfless about all of it. He’d never take credit for anything.

When you heard the front door open you jumped, eyes wide. You hadn’t finished. He was home at least ten minutes early. 

“Hey babyyy-“ 

“Stay OUT OF THE KITCHEN!” You yelled before he could finish his sentence or even fully walk through the door. “Please.” You added.

You heard a chuckle from the living room as Colin set his keys down in the dish by the door, hung up his coat and set his bag down. 

“What’re you cooking up in there, Mrs. Zabel?”

Ah yes, he loved calling you that. It made his heart beat faster every time he said it, or when he caught a glance at the modest ring on your finger. How lucky was he to have someone like you? It blew his mind.

“You’ll see soon enough, if I find out you peeked I’ll-“

“Baby I didn’t, what’s got you so riled up? Is today- oh shit is today a special day?” He asked, voice sounding worried as he racked his brain. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday… What was it?

“Colin…” you walked out of the kitchen and faced him, hair put into a messy bun and a bunch of different stains on your apron. You thought you looked a mess, but Colin thought you looked absolutely perfect. 

“What?? Baby what day is it??” He pleaded with you to tell him.

“Your promotion! I wanted to celebrate-“

“You don’t have to do that for me-“

“Hush.” You put a hand to your hip as you approached him. A grin splayed on his lips as he looked over your frame. 

“Make me.” He challenged.

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Needless to say, the food was cold before you two touched it, sat forgotten on the stove because Mr. Zabel just couldn’t control himself. 

You laid on his chest, trying to catch your breath from your previous… activities, when you felt him shift under you to get comfortable.

“The foods cold by now….” You grumbled, though you couldn’t lie, the food being cold was well worth it. 

“That’s what an oven is for. Or even a microwave.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

This is how it went, he got home from work, you two would partake in your shenanigans, and then he’d be super lovey (he always was let’s be honest)

A strong arm wrapped around your frame. Firm. Protective. He’d never let anything happen to you. Ever. 

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, shaking his head. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Oh shut up- you act like you’re ugly or something-“

“Well I mean-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Zabel.”

“Yes ma'am.” He replied with a chuckle.

God he drove you absolutely nuts, but you’d never have it any other way. 

“I love you.” You whispered

And the man, who you’d never even planned on, who came into your life at the perfect time and showed you how great love could be, replied with a simple 

“I love you more”

[veeluvss]

emily is your sugar mummy

no smut , pure fluff

idk how many words

part 1

sitting in emily’s apartment, you heard the familiar ping on your phone. quickly pausing the tv, you reached over and saw the face of your beautiful sugar mummy. no feelings attached … at least that’s what you agreed on.

you slid right and answered the phone, placing it against your ear whilst you absentmindedly stroked sergio.

“hey pretty girl,” she whispered down the phone.

you giggled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the nickname. “hi.”

“are you at my house?”

“mhm, been here alllll day waiting for you.”

“that’s a good girl, is sergio being good?”

“yeah, stealing my food though,” you chuckled.

“ah man, i’ll tell him off when i’m home. i just got in the car so i’m only a few minutes away. what would you like for dinner?”

“hmm,” you wiggled your feet, thinking, “Indian?”

“indian it is, i’ll be home soon. make sure you’re dressed appropriately,” she smirked down the phone before hanging up. you giggled and got off the couch, running to your suitcase.

you grabbed your silk nightgown, white and delicate. emily bought this for you when you first made things official and she loved you wearing it. you threw away your clothes, quickly getting undressed as you knew she’d be home any minute. you slid the nightgown over your head and watched as it fell just below your bum. the lacey ends tickled your thighs and you couldn’t help but smile. you slid your matching white underwear up too, making sure they fit snug so emily had a good view when you turned around.

“babyyy,” emily said, as the front door opened. you giggled and skipped into view, right in the entryway. “there’s my girl!” she cheered, dropping her bag on the floor. you smiled and ran into her arms, she held you on her waist with ease and kissed your chest and then lips.

“i missed you,” you whispered softly, not really wanting to admit it. you knew you’d promised her no feelings attached, it was a regular thing with these types of relationships but emily was different to the rest.

the way she held you was so precious, she treated you like antique china, never handling you too hard. she kissed you with ease and grace and tucked your hair behind your ear. she used your favourite pet names and made an effort to make you smile. she cared. so much.

and you couldn’t help but feel attached to her. not only did she care about you but she was absolutely beautiful in every way. the way her hair always smelt of coconut and vanilla, the way her hands and lips were as soft as a cloud. the way she could pull of every outfit so effortlessly, even no clothes so effortlessly. she was a stunner and honestly, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“come on, clingy bear,” emily giggled, rubbing your back. you realised you’d been holding on a little too long and gently jumped down, lowering your head- embarrassed at the thoughts you were thinking. she’d never like you like that, you were only there to please her when she wanted you. she could just drop you any moment and tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“i’d love a coffee, baby,” she said, hanging up her coat. you nodded, blinked back your tears and skipped into the kitchen. you didn’t want to think about all them silly feelings now.

just as the machine began whirring, you heard emily clearing her throat behind you. you turned on the balls of your feet - she was holding your clothes above your suitcase which had been left all over the floor in a mess. you blushed madly.

“what’ve i told you about keeping my place clean and tidy?” she said, authoritatively.

“i- i was going to tidy it but you- you got home just before i was - and i - i didn’t have time,” you muttered, keeping your eyes low. you heard your clothes drop to the floor and her heels clicking over the tiled floor as she walked towards you.

she stopped, toe to toe and you whimpered. her delicate hands came up and rested two fingers below your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. she was taller than you, quite considerably but she liked that. before she could say anything, you squinted your eyes shut. you hated eye contact yet emily persisted on it.

“now now, open them baby blues for me,” she whispered, understanding your fear of it. you shook your head, letting your eyes fill with tears again - god why were you so emotional today?

“come on pretty lady,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss between your eyes. slowly, you released them. a few tears slid down the sides of your cheeks, escaping. you made eye contact with her chocolate brown eyes and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. she pouted. she cupped your cheek and frowned more, inspecting your gaze and watery eyes. you couldn’t maintain the eye contact so let your eyes drop to the floor.

she cleared her throat and you thought you were about to be kicked out. you were ready to leave, ready to walk out and not come back. your previous mommy’s and daddy’s had hated when you got so emotional. especially crying from a simple reminder of the rules. this wasn’t like you.

however, emily didn’t want you to leave. she grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter with ease. you let out a little noise of surprise, and your hands flew to her shoulders to steady yourself. she opened your legs and slid between them so you instinctively wrapped them around her, crossing your ankles.

“y/n,” she whispered gently, looking up at you.

“hm?” you replied, not knowing what was coming.

“why are you sad?” she pouted it, and it made your heart explode. you couldn’t help but smile as you tangled your fingers in her raven hair.

“i’m not sad,” you choked out.

“i’m a profiler baby, you seem to forget every time you try and lie to me,” she sniggered. you blushed and lowered your eyes.

“what’s going on little lady?” you whimpered at the pet name, one of your favourites again.

you shrugged, not feeling like telling her.

“you can talk to me, you know,” emily put some hair behind your ear and you sighed, letting your shoulder drop and few tears fall from your eyes. “i’m not just here to pay you. this is a two way thing, we agreed that at the start.” she reminded you.

“i - it’s just a hard day,” you replied, wanting to get it over with.

“that’s okay darling, we all have hard days,” she replied. “anything in particular or just all the thoughts?”

“all the thoughts.”

“that’s okay too,” her voice was so understanding, so gentle and caring. she wasn’t making you look in her eyes, she wasn’t forcing the physical contact. she was loving you. she loved you.

“how about we have dinner with a movie and then have a bath?” she suggested after a few minutes. you’d never had a bath together before, a shower ? yeah but not a bath, that was so much more intimate.

“a bath?” you asked, straightening up.

“yeah, with bubbles and a bath bomb too. i’ll look after you tonight,” she said gently, leaning in and planting a soft kiss to your lips. you couldn’t help but feel a whole new set of emotions. man this was hard. yet you loved it.

“that’s nice,” you whispered, foreheads touching. she nodded, agreeing.

you stayed silent for a few minutes, sharing chaste kisses and small smiles, letting the love radiate through you both.

then the knock on the door broke you apart. she let her smile fall, squeezed your thighs gently before heading towards the door to get food.

hopefully tonight, you might bring up the guts to tell her what’s really wrong.

[berberriescorner]

Siiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssss! I've sorta kinda fallen down the...

...rabbithole ...and I sorta kinda don't wanna get up! I like it here! Lol

I can neither confirm not deny the amount of times I may or may not have listened to that tik tok/edit. *exhales* GIIIIRRRRLLLL the "Take it off" and "Yes Sir" in that Brit-ish accent kicked me over the ledge and that's how I ended up in the rabbithole in the first damn place! No need to call for help or send a rope, just throw me my Hello Kitty blanket and a fluffy pillow...and some snacks (oh and some grown folks juice!) and I'll just make myself comfy, while I read your Ghost story again. I've been meaning to get a PS5 for a minute now...I'm about to be a COD girlie! My pockets blame you...I'll be sending you a bill. Lol. 😂😂😂 Sidenote: I got my wine, so I can FINALLY catch up on your Rio stories over the next couple of days. I'm ignoring all adulting responsibilities and about to enjoy myself for once!

Seriously tho, Hope all is well with you on this lovely Weds hun! 💛

*throws blanket, pillow, grown folks juice, snacks, and myself down the rabbit hole.* Cause babyyy I’m down bad with you sis!

Yesss! I pulled my sis over to the dark side.*kicks feet* now I have somebody to thirst with😆😂🤣.

Allow me to introduce you to some of the crew:

Zaddy Price

Zaddy Vargas

Zaddy MacTavish

Zaddy Garrick (Gaz)

Zaddy Keller

I’m probably missing a few. More than likely.

But this man right here🤤:

Das Big Zaddy😆😂🤣🖤.

I need to upgrade to a PS5 but I opted for a gaming laptop last year (need to get back to the sims it’s been too long). Guess I’m going to have to start saving up. I’m trash in the game but I love watching streams and play throughs.

*claps hands excitedly*

I’m glad you get time to relax and read sis! Looking forward to your reactions. Ain’t nothing like some daddy Rio😍🥰.

*sigh*

Fine-ass, mean-ass, charming-ass, smooth-talkin-ass man😩!

More Rio, Ghost, and other works 👀 on the way😁!