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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 3 days ago

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Hi, a request where the reader is Dr. Robby's younger sister and the doctor's girlfriend of Frank langdon, I imagine the dynamic between the three of them being fun, and since I can't live without Angt, maybe one day the reader will show up because she had a serious accident. Thanks.

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summary: robby’s sister is dating langdon… what could go wrong?

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female robinavitch!reader

rating: R for language and pitt type of blood

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pitt type of blood/heaviness,

pairing note: the reader can be adopted or blood related, up to you <3

author’s note: thank you for the request!

You had started dating Langdon after you briefly met him through your brother. You had stopped by the hospital to drop off baked goods for the doctors and nurses when you first spoke to him.

Robby introduced you two, and he didn’t think much of the interaction, but Langdon was instantly smitten. He kicked himself for being so infatuated with his boss’s sister, but what could he say? You were drop dead gorgeous, and it didn’t hurt that you were a damn good baker too.

You worked about ten minutes from the hospital, so it wasn’t unheard of for you to drop by and say hello to your brother while dropping off food for him and his team. You owned a very well-liked cafe and would often bring over any extra food to The Pitt.

When Langdon first saw you (and he would tell you this later on), he felt the calmest butterflies in his stomach. The kind you get when you see someone you want to be around all the time, and never get anxious while doing so. It was a new feeling for Landon, so who could blame him for falling head over heels in love with you by the fourth week of dating?

You were quick to fall for him, too; it wasn’t a one-sided thing. If your brother hadn’t been so preoccupied with his work that first day, he would’ve been able to tell by the look in your eyes that you were falling for Langdon.

You weren’t sure which drew you in quicker: his jawline, chisled by the gods, or his bright blue eyes, blue as a wild ocean you could get lost in. Whatever it was, his kind heart and loving nature sealed the deal for you by date three.

And by the time you both said your ‘I love you’s, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Coffee’s here!” you announced, walking into The Pitt with several cups of fresh coffee.

“Thank you,” Dana said, helping you put the coffee on the front desk counter. “I’ll let the team know.”

“Is Langdon around? I’d like to talk with him before I head back to our place,” you said.

“I think he’s helping a patient,” Dana said.

“I always have time for my girl,” Langdon interjected, coming from a patient’s room. He took off and tossed his disposable gloves as he walked up to you. “How are you?” He leaned in and kissed you quickly, not giving you a second to answer.

“Better now,” you said when he pulled away.

“What’s all this?” Robby asked, coming out of the same room Langdon was in and doing the same thing with his gloves.

“I brought coffee for you guys and the nurses.” You smiled at your brother.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that,” Robby said. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well, you already know this, but…” You held up your left hand and showed off a gorgeous engagement ring.

“We’re engaged!” Langdon exclaimed.

“No way!” Dana gasped. “Let me see the ring!” You held out your hand, palm down, so she could get a better look as the other nurses and doctors came rushing over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Ooh, I smell coffee,” Dr. McKay said as she came up behind Robby. When she saw the ring, she exclaimed, “Oh my god! Y/n!”

As the hour passed, more and more doctors and nurses congratulated you and Langdon when they got a chance.

Before you left, after you said goodbye to your fiancé, your brother stopped to talk with you.

“You know, I couldn’t be happier for you and Frank,” he said.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“You gonna be safe getting home? It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” you told him.

The shift was almost over, only two hours to go before Langdon could rush home to you.

“Car accident, woman in her early thirties, man in his late forties, six minutes out,” Robby was informed.

“Understood,” he said.

The last six minutes of peace that Langdon and Robby would have that day passed quickly before you were wheeled in on a stretcher.

“It’s…”

“…Y/n,” Robby finished Langdon’s sentence.

Langdon’s whole world stopped as Robby’s shoulders dropped.

“Pulse was weak, but we lost it,” the EMT doing chest compressions said.

“I-I,” Robby stuttered, completely frozen with fear.

Dr. Collins and McKay had to step up and take over for him and Langdon. Collins replaced the EMT and started doing compressions.

She called out medical terms that you (had you been conscious) would never understand, but Langdon and Robby did. It meant there wasn’t much hope for you.

“Robby, Robby,” Langdon exclaimed, trying to get his attention. “W-We need to help her, we can’t just sit back and do nothing!”

“Y-Yeah,” Robby choked out.

Robby and Langdon started to help McKay and Collins, but quickly learned there was no use in their being there, they were both too shaken up to be of any help.

They instead both chose to help the other car accident victim (the driver of the other car), once you had a pulse and things were looking up.

Langdon and Robby’s shifts were over, they should’ve been going home. Langdon should’ve been in his car listening to your favorite music as he drove home to you.

“How is she?” Langdon asked Dr. Abbott when he came out of your room.

He simply shook his head, “It’s not looking good.”

“Give it to us straight, how bad is she?” Robby asked.

“Her pulse is very weak; she had a punctured lung, as you know, due to her broken ribs. What worries us the most is the head trauma; she has a pretty severe concussion from when her head hit the window. It could go either way at this point, there’s no way to really know yet. She could wake up and be okay, or–”

“She could not wake up,” Robby finished his sentence. “Oh my god.”

“No,” Langdon shook his head, “no! There must be something we can do, we can’t just…”

There was a beat of silence as they all just looked at each other, each of them hoping for the same thing.

“Oh, Langdon, here,” Abbot said and handed him a small container with your engagement ring. “We had to cut it off her broken finger.”

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Langdon sleeping on the chair next to your bed. His head rested on his fist, his elbow rested on the arm of the chair. Soft snores escaped from between his lips as you smiled to yourself.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Langdon stirred awake, and his eyes opened wide when he saw you were awake.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, and he stood up. He leaned down and kissed you quickly. “Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, babe,” you giggled as he pulled back.

“I’ll go get Robby,” he said before he left the room. He came back with Robby in tow, who hurried to hug you as best he could.

“You had us really worried there, Y/n,” Robby said.

“How are the people in the other car?” you asked.

“He’s fine,” Langdon said, moving the chair closer so he could sit down and hold your hand at the same time. “His brakes gave out in the rain, that’s why he hit you.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” you said.

“We’re glad you’re okay,” Robby added.

“Besides the two casts, I feel fine,” you shrugged, referring to your left arm and left leg, both in casts. “Where’s the ring?” you asked when you realized you were no longer wearing it.

Langdon took the container out of his pocket, and your eyes welled up at the sight of your damaged ring.

“Hey, what matters is you’re okay,” Langdon said when he noticed you were upset. “That’s all that matters.” He leaned in and kissed you, placing his hand on your cheek for added support. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied.

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malsmind · 3 days ago

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antisocial!reader 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 vampire!matt 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

✰ - content warnings: ✦ underage drinking ✦ mentions of social anxiety ✦ mentions of injuries & blood ✦ pet names ✦ a LOT of tension ✦ male masturbation ✦ getting caught ✦

wc - 3.2k

the party was loud. too loud. bodies packed into some random kid’s house like sweaty sardines, music shaking the walls, the sticky scent of cheap beer and perfume making your throat itch. you’d been trying to keep your distance—stuck close to your best friend while chris hovered nearby, trying to keep a lid on matt’s temper before shit inevitably exploded. and it was already close. you could tell. you were leaned against the kitchen counter, plastic cup in hand, watching it all from across the room. matt was all sharp edges tonight. jaw clenched, hands fisted in the pockets of his hoodie, his stare practically burning holes into the side of some douchebag’s face across the room. you didn’t even know what set him off, but he was on edge—restless, dangerous, way too close to snapping. every little thing seemed to piss him off. his lip twitched when people got too close. his knuckles were white.

chris was already trying to calm him down—had been for the past twenty minutes, whispering shit to him with an annoyed look—but matt wasn’t listening. hadn’t even spared you a glance. not that you expected him to. not after that night. you hadn’t spoken since. hadn’t texted. hadn’t even looked at each other at school or when you studied with your best friend. it was easier that way. pretending nothing happened. pretending you didn’t kiss him. that he didn’t let you. that the heat in your chest from that moment didn’t still flicker up at the worst possible times.

but tonight, that flicker turned into full-blown flame. because not even five minutes later, you heard it from the living room. loud. angry.

“oh yeah? why don’t you shut the fuck up before i give your fucking face a redoing?”

you turned your head so fast you nearly spilled your drink.

matt.

your stomach dropped when you pushed through the crowd, chris already halfway in between them, trying to hold matt back, but it was too late. matt lunged—shoved the guy hard enough for him to stumble, and then fists flew. people gasped, pulled back, drinks spilled. you felt your heart in your throat.

fucking idiot.

your social anxiety evaporated with the rage that took its place. before you even realized it, you were grabbing matt’s arm—tight, firm—yanking him back from the chaos.

“come the fuck on,” you hissed, ignoring the mess of voices around you. he jerked at first, trying to resist, but you weren’t having it. your grip was unrelenting. “dude, stop,” he snapped, trying to pull away. “get off—”

“no. shut the fuck up and move.”

he blinked at you, caught off guard. but you didn’t give him time to recover. you dragged him out of the house, past gawking faces and hushed whispers. you could feel his eyes on you as you stormed toward your car, yanked the door open and shoved him into the passenger seat like a damn toddler.

“jesus christ,” he muttered, breathless. but he didn’t stop you. didn’t argue when you started the car and peeled out of there.

the silence was thick. the kind of quiet that made your teeth grind. you didn’t speak, hands clenched on the wheel, heart pounding too loud in your chest to think. and matt didn’t say a word either. which was weird. for him. he only looked at you, and kept looking. even when you pulled into your driveway, even when you stepped out and slammed your door. he followed like a shadow. no protests now. you threw open the door to your house, letting him in without a glance, heading straight for the bathroom. he didn’t sit until you pointed at the couch like you were dealing with a dog. he sat. you came back with the first aid kit, slamming it down on the coffee table. his lip was split. cheek scratched. knuckles bruised. stupid fucking boy.

“don’t move,” you snapped.

he raised an eyebrow. “what the hell is this, the ER?”

you pressed a cotton pad to his lip and he flinched hard. “jesus—ow, fuck. you’re hurting me, dude.”

“well fuckin’ stop squirming like a little bitch and we’re good,” you muttered, pressing harder. “could’ve just kept your stupid mouth shut and none of this would even happen. fuckin’ dickhead.”

he went quiet. mouth shut. eyes on yours. for once. finally. his breathing shifted. heavier now. more deliberate. you noticed, even if you tried not to. your hand hesitated just slightly, hovering near the cut on his cheek.

“why’re you nervous?” you muttered, voice low. “the fuck’s all that attitude gone now?”

his cheeks flushed. just faint, but enough.

he swallowed. “i dunno. you’re all up in my fucking face… who wouldn’t… get nervous…”

your breath caught. you pulled back slightly, trying to ignore the way your hands shook. “just relax, matt, please.” your voice was quieter now. raw.

you bit your lip. old habit. always did it when you focused. hard enough this time that you tasted blood. and that’s when everything changed. his pupils dilated. breath hitched. he tensed—every muscle in his body pulled taut like a bowstring. his eyes weren’t on your face anymore. they were locked on your lips. and not in a horny way. in a dangerous way. your heart stopped.

“…matt?”

his eyes snapped back up. he blinked. twice. like trying to shake something off.

“you’re bleeding,” he muttered, voice thick. not quite his own.

you licked your lip out of reflex, the taste of iron sharp on your tongue. “yeah, it’s nothin’. i do that sometimes—”

“don’t,” he cut in quickly. sharply. his voice cracked, like it hurt him to speak. “just—don’t.”

you stared at him, silent. frozen. he turned away. dragged a hand down his face. shook his head like it might clear the fog.

“i should go,” he said after a second, standing too fast. but you caught his wrist before he could bolt.

“wait.”

he froze.

“just… just sit for a second. please.”

he turned, eyes narrowed, expression unreadable. still flushed. still tense.

“why?” he asked. and it wasn’t sarcastic. wasn’t smug. it was almost soft. like he needed the reason.

you didn’t know how to answer that. because you didn’t want to be alone tonight? because something about him made you feel less… cracked? because when you looked at him, all angry and broken and bleeding, it made something inside you ache in a way that wasn’t painful, just familiar? you looked up at him, unsure what he saw in your eyes. but whatever it was, it made him sit back down without another word. you finished patching him up in silence. and when it was done, he didn’t move. didn’t speak. you didn’t either. you just sat there. both of you bruised in different ways. both of you pretending not to feel whatever this was. whatever it was becoming.

the blood was still there. matt’s eyes hadn’t left your mouth in minutes. dried now, but stark against your skin—this tiny, dark smear across your bottom lip where your teeth had broken through earlier. and it shouldn’t have mattered. it was barely anything. but to him? to what he was? it might as well have been a full-course fucking meal. he was trying. fuck, he was trying not to look. jaw tight, hands clenched into fists in his lap, shoulders drawn up with the strain of it. but the scent of it—metallic, warm, yours—lingered in the room like smoke, and his fangs ached just below the surface, a dull, familiar throb that scraped against every inch of self-control he had left.

you were still so close. crouched in front of him on the coffee table, legs tucked under you, your fingers stained with a little of his blood from the cleaning, your lip still bitten, your face so damn soft in the low light. and you were looking at him like that—like you weren’t scared. like you trusted him not to do anything stupid. he was going to lose it. but then—

“you’re staying the night.”

his head jerked up. “what?”

you just blinked at him, flat, unimpressed. “what what?” you echoed, like he was the dumb one. “knowing you, you’d go back there and beat that guy’s ass. again. you’re staying.”

he blinked. once. twice. that soft flush returned to his cheeks, and he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, glancing toward the door like maybe if he looked hard enough it’d open and he could ghost out of here before he did something stupid.

“and your parents?”

you rolled your eyes. “not home.”

he was silent. for a long beat.

you stood up, stretched a little, then disappeared down the hallway—leaving him alone in the quiet hum of the living room with the smell of your blood still hanging in the air, and the echo of your command in his head. you’re staying. it shouldn’t have gotten under his skin the way it did. shouldn’t have made his stomach twist with something warm and uncomfortable. but it did. it always did, with you. the way you talked to him. like you knew him. like you didn’t buy his act.

he heard your voice again after a moment, muffled from the hallway. “you want something to wear, or are you gonna sleep in your bloodstained hoodie like a psycho?”

he snorted, loud. “i am a psycho.”

you padded back in with some oversized t-shirt in your hands. one you probably slept in, he guessed, and that thought alone made him feel something tight settle in his chest.

you tossed it at him. “shower’s down the hall. towels under the sink. don’t bleed on my sheets.”

he raised an eyebrow. “you planning on tucking me in too, sweetheart?”

you gave him a blank look. “you wish.”

he huffed a laugh, caught the shirt, and stood—shoulder bumping yours as he passed. your lip was still stained. and he still couldn’t look away. he didn’t move for a second. just stood there in front of you, holding that old, stretched-out t-shirt in one hand, the other still balled into a fist by his side. the space between you throbbed—full of something he couldn’t name, like a pulled wire ready to snap.

your lip. still stained red.

and fuck, it wasn’t fair. you were standing there, all casual and stubborn, in your little tank top and shorts, like you hadn’t just dragged his ass out of a party like a pissed-off girlfriend, cursed him out in your living room, cleaned up his mess like you cared, and told him to stay the night like it didn’t mean anything. like it wasn’t driving him insane. matt wasn’t used to being looked after.

especially not by you.

and now, here you were. blood on your mouth. still touching his skin in places—his jaw, his temple, the side of his neck where your thumb had pressed in too hard. and you didn’t even seem to notice. but he did. god, he fucking noticed.

“matt,” you said finally, voice a little more cautious now. like you could sense the shift. “go shower. you’re gross.”

his lip twitched, but he nodded, saying nothing, and moved down the hall. he wanted to leave the bathroom door cracked, needing the faint sounds of the house to stay grounded. needing the space, but he closed it anyway. the water ran hot, nearly burning, but it helped. the sting reminded him to stay in control. reminded him he was still human enough to pull it back. barely.

𖤓

you knew he’d been in there too long. at first it didn’t register—just the sound of the water running behind the closed door while you sat on the edge of your bed, half-heartedly pretending to scroll through your phone. your fingers were idle. your mind wasn’t. you kept replaying it. his face. that stupid fight. the way he let you drag him out like he wasn’t twice your size and full of rage. the way he sat still and let you clean him up, even when you weren’t gentle. especially when you weren’t gentle. the way his breath stuttered when you snapped at him. when your lip bled and he couldn’t take his eyes off it. he hadn’t said much since. just listened to you mutter and nodded, eyes dark.

but now it was pushing thirty minutes, and the sound of the water hadn’t stopped. you blinked down at your screen again. a minute ticked by. another. your stomach twisted. you didn’t know what the hell possessed you to get up. maybe it was just genuine concern. maybe it was that same stupid tug in your chest you felt every time he looked at you too long. or maybe it was the part of you that needed to know—needed proof that you weren’t just imagining the way he was staring. like he wanted to bite. like he wanted to fuck.

your feet were quiet on the hardwood, like you were doing something wrong. your breath caught a little when you got close enough to hear it—not just the water—but him. low, quiet sounds slipping through the half-cracked bathroom door. you froze. his breathing was uneven. heavy. labored in a way that had nothing to do with steam. you stepped closer, barely. heart in your throat now.

then you heard it.

a soft curse. the distinct sound of skin on skin. a sharp inhale. a low groan, almost swallowed by the water pressure. you should’ve walked away. fuck, you should’ve.

but you didn’t.

you stood there, knees weak, face burning, biting down on the inside of your cheek hard enough to sting. you imagined him leaning against the tile, water pouring down his back, head tipped forward. imagined his fingers around his cock, jaw tight, lips parted, thinking about—fuck.

you turned around so fast you nearly tripped over your own feet, stormed back to your room and slammed the door a little too hard, heart hammering, thighs clenched, pulse between your legs. you sat on the edge of the bed again, tried to breathe through it. but your mouth was dry. your whole body was buzzing. you could still hear him in your head—those sounds. that voice. quiet and fucking desperate in a way he never let anyone see. you didn’t know how long it was before the water stopped. you didn’t know how long it took before you heard the bathroom door open, the sound of his footsteps in the hall, the faint creak of your door as he pushed it open without knocking.

your eyes snapped up. he was standing there, towel low on his hips, hair wet, chest rising and falling like he’d just been through hell. his eyes locked with yours. and you knew. instantly. he knew you’d heard.

you could see it in the way his mouth twitched, in the way his pupils were blown wide, like he hadn’t really finished what he started.

“couldn’t find the clean towel,” he said, voice rough. teasing. but low. darker than usual.

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. just swallowed hard and looked away, blood rushing in your ears.

“you good?” he asked, stepping a little further into your room. towel still barely holding on. water dripping down his chest.

you nodded, still not looking at him. “fine.”

matt let the silence stretch. let the tension crackle like a live wire between you. and when he finally spoke again, it was low. almost soft.

“you heard me.”

your eyes snapped to his.

“i—”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off. but his voice was tight now. jaw clenched again. not angry—something else. restrained. careful. “fuck, angel. it’s not like i don’t want you to know.”

you stared. breathless.

he smirked, tired and wrecked. the kind of smirk that wasn’t smug—it was desperate. worn down. his eyes raked over you, slow. “you gonna tell me to get dressed, or you want me to stay like this?”

you didn’t answer. and he didn’t move. you stared at him—dripping, flushed, towel hanging too low on his hips, eyes dark and pinned to you like you were something worth sinking his teeth into. and maybe you were. god, maybe you wanted to be. your thighs clenched involuntarily at the look on his face. like he wanted to devour you. like you were the reason he’d been in the shower so long, with the water turned all the way hot and his hand moving over his cock, head thrown back against tile while your name probably slipped past his lips like a fucking prayer.

“matt,” you breathed, throat dry.

he took another step forward. slow. deliberate. his smirk was gone now. whatever bravado he walked in here with? it cracked beneath the weight of the silence between you, thick and humming.

“come here,” he murmured.

your heart stuttered. “matt…”

he leaned down, towel shifting a little with the movement. his fingers ghosted over your jaw, barely touching, but it was enough to make your skin light up like a struck match.

“we both know you want me too, baby.” he said, voice low, breath brushing your lips now. “you’re looking at me like you’re starving.”

you were. and he wasn’t wrong. but that didn’t mean—

you turned your head, jaw tensing. “you’re drunk.”

he exhaled sharply through his nose. like he expected that. like he hated that you were right.

“i’m fine.”

“matt.”

“i know what i’m doing,” he insisted, fingers tilting your chin back toward him. “and i want you. have wanted you. even when you drive me fucking insane.”

you stared at him. at the honest desperation in his voice. at the sheer want he wasn’t bothering to hide anymore. and god, it was tempting. every fiber in your body screamed to give in, to feel his mouth against yours, to drag that damn towel off and crawl into his lap, into his skin, into whatever the fuck had been building between you all summer long.

but no. not like this.

you pressed your hand to his chest, firm. “matt. you’ve been drinking. and you just fought someone. and you jerked off in my fucking shower.”

he blinked. laughed once. kind of breathless. “you weren’t supposed to hear that part.”

“i know,” you said, trying not to let the warmth creep up your neck. “but i did. and you’re still dripping water all over my floor.”

“you’re changing the subject.”

“yes,” you snapped, hand still on his chest. “because i’m trying really hard not to do something really fucking stupid.”

his gaze flickered. softened a little.

you swallowed hard. “don’t make me be the responsible one right now.”

for a second, neither of you moved. his fingers were still near your face, your hand still pressed to the heat of his chest. the air between you felt like it might snap. but then matt exhaled. slow. pulled back a little. ran a hand through his wet hair, muscles tight with restraint.

“you’re right.”

you didn’t expect him to say it. you just blinked at him.

he dropped onto the far end of your bed with a heavy sigh, towel hitching up slightly but thankfully not abandoning ship. he dragged a hand over his face. groaned softly. “fuck. i hate when you’re right.”

you tried not to smile. your heart still hadn’t slowed.

“get dressed, asshole.”

“yes, ma’am,” he muttered. “wouldn’t want to ruin your precious self-control.”

you rolled your eyes. turned toward your dresser, mostly to hide your face. but deep down, you were already dreading how much harder it was gonna be to pretend nothing had shifted between you. because it had.

you both felt it. and next time?

next time, you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop it.

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grapejuice32 · 2 days ago

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florist!reader and older!rafe's first time having sex together? 🩷

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink

word count: 1.7k +

It had been plaguing your mind all day, how much you wanted him. You had tried to push the thoughts out of your head, but when you sent him a picture of what you were wearing for him to reply with ‘you look so goddamn pretty, sweetheart’, you were pushed into action and closed the shop early. It would be a few hours before he finished work and you used it to your advantage, making a trip to the shops before going home, bags in hand.

The sound of his car pulling up had you running down the stairs, careful not to slip on the tiled floor. Anxiously, you waited by the front door, arms behind your back as you swayed in your spot, unable to stand still. You watched him step into the house, pulling your lip between your teeth as you did.

“Baby, ‘m ho-“ he cut himself off as he saw you, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he closed and locked the door behind him, his eyes trained on your figure. He drank in the sight of you as he made his way over to you, his steps unhurried as he committed every detail of this to memory.

Your lips pulled up slightly and you glance down at yourself, clad in a nightgown that showed more that it concealed. It was shorter than your usual ones, the fabric cutting off so that it only just fell past the swell of your ass. He finally reached you, his hands instantly gripping your hips while he continued to look at you, lips parted. “Do you like it?” You mumbled, needing to hear him tell you how you looked.

“So fucking’ pretty, sweetheart.” He drawled, tightening his hold on your hips ever so slightly. He finally pulled his eyes off of your body, meeting your wide eyes that were desperate for his praise. “You’ve made my whole week,” his eyes flickered to your lip caught between your teeth. He tutted, one of his hands leaving your hips to take cup your cheek, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth. “Told y’not to do that, didn’t I? Gonna hurt yourself otherwise.”

You just nodded, whispered a ‘sorry’ under your breath. “Got this for you,” you gestured to the item that barely clothed you.

“Yeah?” He hummed, “ ‘s really nice, thank you, baby.” Your tongue darted out to lick your lips before you leant up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to press your lips to his. His hand slipped from your face, his arms moving to wind around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. A soft moan left you, the sound swallowed by his mouth on yours. He responded by pulling you closer, his hands slipping down to grip your thighs as he hoisted you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

He broke away from the kiss as he carried you up the stairs, making quick work of taking you to the bedroom. You began to suck lightly on his neck, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible. He was gentle as he lay you on the bed, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you watched him undress. The way he loosened his tie has a small whine leaving you, the sound causing a smirk to tug at his lips. When he was only in his boxers he lay beside you, leaving a trail of kisses along your collar bone to your neck as he moved to hover his body over yours, bracing his weight on his forearms place on either side of your head.

You parted your legs to accommodate is body between them, his hips pressing down against your own. “Rafe,” you sighed as tilted your neck to give him more access to your skin.

“Hm?” He didn’t break away, focused on leaving his mark on your skin. Instead of saying anything, you hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him down so that his bulge pressed into you. A moan came from the back of your throat as you rolled your hips up, your clit catching deliciously on his clothed cock. Rafe cursed against your skin, his breath shuddering at the contact with your barely concealed cunt.

Rafe sat up, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact but he just shushed you as he slowly slid the nightgown off of your body. A groan came from his as he took you in, laid there in nothing but a delicate thong, a visible wet patch on the silky fabric. “You’re killin’ me, look at you,” his hands trailed up your thighs, “ ‘s this all f’me?”

You nodded, a small gasp coming from you as he pinched the inside of your thigh. “Say it,” his voice was soft, but the words were firm.

“It’s-“ his thumb brushed over your clothed clit, he raised his brows for you to keep speaking. You swallowed thickly, your legs trying to close around his hand, but he kept them pushed apart, “All for you.”

“Yeah?” He brushed his thumb over your thinly covered clit again, putting more pressure on it this time, your hips jerking up at the contact.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

He hummed, taking your thighs in his hands and spreading your legs further. He lowered his head and licked a thin stripe up to your clit over your panties. Your fingers threaded through his hair, hips arching as he began to suck on your covered clit. One of his hands left your thighs to press down on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed while he used his tongue to put pressure on your clit again, the action causing your toes to curl. It was only when your nails began to dig into his scalp that he stopped, rolling your ruined panties down your legs and throwing them on the floor somewhere.

He got up on his knees and reached to his nightstand drawer, a condom in his hands but you shook your head, stopping him from opening it. “D’you not want to?” He asked softly, stopping everything.

“I do,” you assured, your eyes flicking down briefly to the large bulge in his boxers. “I wanna feel you, don’t want that.” You said as you tried to pull the condom from his hands.

“Baby, I don’t think-“ he started, pausing as he took in your wide, glassy eyes.

“Please?” His throat bobbed but he nodded, just whispering a small ‘okay’ before he placed the condom back on the nightstand.

Your breathing was uneven with anticipation as he rid himself of his boxers, your breath catching in your throat at the size of him. He lined himself up with your opening, looking to you for confirmation. Slowly, he pushed just the tip of his cock into you a mewl leaving your lips as he did. “Not gonna fit, Rafey.”

He shook his head, pushing in by another inch, “ ‘m gonna make it fit.” You pulled him down so that he was closer to you, your perked nipples brushing against his chest. Ever so slowly, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping in unison at the feeling.

He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him as he planted kisses on your cheeks. It was only when you pressed your hips up that he started to move, any thoughts of being gentle and slow flying out of his head at the warmth of your tight walls around him. His thrusts were hard, each one had the tip of his cock bumping your cervix.

He hiked your legs up, manoeuvring you so he had you in a mating press. The deeper angle had unintelligible strings of sounds that might have been moans, pleas or his name leaving you. Your head was clouded with please as your nails dug into his back, your back arching and pressing your body impossibly closer to his.

You clenched around him, one of his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he relentlessly bullied his cock into you. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises and the thought had you crying around him your nails scratching down his back as pressure built up in your stomach.

“I know,” he mumbled lovingly as if he wasn’t fucking you within an inch of your life. “Doin’ amazing f’me.” The words had you panting, your toes curling, the pressure in your core becoming unbearable. “Makin’ me feel so good,” he continued, the words bringing you closer to the edge. Rafe’s free hand slid between the two of you and he pressed down on your stomach, groaning as he felt the bulge of his cock there. “Takin’ it so well, sweetheart,” he said as he pressed down on your stomach, a cry leaving your lips as he did. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.”

The praise pushed you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you at full force, your thighs shaking around him. You were barely aware of what was going on until you felt Rafe trying to pull out of you, your cunt squeezing around him to keep him inside of you. “Inside,” you whispered hoarsely, “please.” He didn’t argue, didn’t have the time to as you lifted your hips to meet his, the walls of your cunt unbearably tight as you came down from your orgasm, pulling his own from him.

He swore, thrusting himself into you again as he buried his cum inside of you, painting your walls white with it. The last thing he expected to hear from you was the breathy ‘thank you’ that fell from your lips as he pumped you full of his cum, the words filling his head with all sorts of depraved thoughts. The room was filled with heavy breathing from the two of you as you tried to catch your breath, it was only when he moved to roll off of you and pull out that you spoke, “Stay.”

He shook his head, “Gotta clean you up, sweetheart."

You whined, “Please, jus’ for a little. Wanna feel close to you.” Your words were slightly slurred, eyes half lidded. He couldn’t find it in himself to deny you, so he carefully moved the two of you, so you now lay on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you leaving you warm and full of him. A satisfied smile was on his face, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how much you’d let him do to you.

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onlyquinns · 14 hours ago

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OH MY DAYS I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU

Jack hughes ideas - meeting the family for the first time for Jack's birthday (bc its his birthday soon yk). Like you go the lake house for the weekend and you just feel really awkward but like he ensures u youre fine. Like you go on the boat with everyone and you get inclued and end up having a great time.

you rock on the balls of your feet as you knock on the door, gift bag in hand. you’re sweating under the sweltering summer sun, wearing another layer of clothes over your swim suit. at the time, it felt like a smart idea, but now you definitely regret the decision.

the front door to the house swings open and reveals jack. he smiles at you and pulls you into a hug, hands pressing into your back and holding you like he hasn’t seen you in years.

“happy birthday, jacky,” you whisper into his shoulder, smiling softly into the cotton of his shirt.

jack murmurs his thanks and holds you a little longer. you reciprocate, making sure the glittery gift bag in your hands doesn’t hit him, but then freeze when quinn comes into view. your soft smile turns into a straight line as jack pulls back, confused why you’ve suddenly gone rigid in his arms. he turns around to see what you’re looking at, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, but chuckles at the sight of his brother.

“oh, that’s quinn,” jack says, ushering you in gently. you scoot in slowly, avoiding eye contact as quinn waves. you lift your hand in an awkward attempt at a greeting.

“hey,” quinn says. he smiles a little to ease your nerves. “good to have you with us. jack’s been talking about you a lot.” he chuckles and you know he’s trying to just be friendly, but your nerves won’t settle at all.

“haha… that’s… sounds like jack!” you say, hands clasped together in front of you. you stare at quinn and then glance away, scared to make eye contact with him. “uh, jack, where should i put this?” you raise the gift bag out to him and jack’s mouth forms a gentle ‘o.’

“baby, i told you that you didn’t have to get me anything.” jack takes the bag and shakes it up and down a little as a joke, watching your facial expression for any tells.

your cheeks feel warm, “i wanted to…”

jack stops shaking the bag and pulls you into a gentle hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, quinn long gone from the premise. “i’m only joking, babe, i appreciate it.” he gives you another kiss, then pulls away. “i’ll put it here, yeah? we can open gifts after lunch.” he walks you through the house, all the way to the back door by the kitchen, and places the bag on the counter with a handful of other gifts.

you eye them wearily, suddenly thinking about how many people are already in the building. “just a quick question, how many people are here?” you ask, subconsciously picking at your nails.

jack helps you out through the sliding door and into the yard, where luke lounges on a chair and quinn tends to a grill. “just these guys—and mom and dad, obviously.”

at the mention of his parents, ellen and jim sit up from their spots next to luke—they’d been completely hidden by the furniture around them that you hadn’t even noticed. ellen gasps at the sight of you and rushes to greet you, jim taking his time to follow.

“oh, my goodness!” ellen squeals, warm hands coming to lightly cup your arms. “you’re absolutely gorgeous! jack is always telling us about you. it sounds like you’ve made an impact on him—right, jim?”

jim nods slowly, just having walked into the conversation. “yeah, it’s good to meet you.” he sticks out a hand and you slowly take it into your own, squeezing lightly as he takes the initiative to shake them up and down. “woah, now,” he says, words laced with laughter, “don’t squeeze too hard! don’t wanna break any bones!”

you’re mortified and loosen your grip, pulling back your hand and placing it firmly against your thigh. jim chuckles as if you aren’t fully panicking in your head, taking his words too literally. you’re about to excuse yourself when jack presses a firm hand to your lower back, grounding you.

“good joke, dad,” jack says, head tilted and a crooked grin on his lips. “why don’t we get her settled, and we can talk after we eat. looks like quinn’s about done.”

jim and ellen nod and walk off, joining their oldest at the grill. their words and laughter fill the air but you barely pay attention, too focused on standing like a normal person.

“you’re doing great,” jack says suddenly, pulling your mind away from what foot goes where. “i know you’re nervous, but you’re doing really good.”

you smile up at him weakly, “thanks. i’m trying.”

jack chuckles, “i know.”

eventually after dinner, you find yourself on the hughes family boat. it was jack’s idea to go out on the lake, just to show you the view and what the boys do for fun. you didn’t know it, but fun meant wakeboarding.

you watch as jack takes his turn, smooth and confident in his abilities. you’re amazed at how he makes it look easy, eyes wide as he goes through the boat’s choppy wake with ease. ellen claps next to you, grinning wide and then laughing when jack finally hits a rough patch and falls in.

“wow, that might’ve been the longest ride of the night!” she says once he surfaces, eyes crinkling with how wide her smile is.

jack laughs and pulls himself out of the water, taking a towel from luke’s outstretched hand. he shakes his wet hair out like a dog and sprays you with cold water, smiling as you squeal and giggle for—what feels like—the first time of the night.

“hey, why don’t you go next?” he suggests, stripping the damp life vest off to hand to you.

you shake your head, “no! no, i’ll embarrass myself.” you laugh awkwardly.

everyone around you suddenly rallies together, phrases like “oh, cmon!” and “you’ll do great!” coming from all angles.

you get up reluctantly, knees shaky as you take the life jacket. jack takes the time to clip it on you, adjusting it so it fits you perfectly. jack swaps spots with quinn once you’re in the water and situated for your turn, starting the boat slowly to help you adjust.

you wobble on the board, eyes glued to the gentle waves that you glide through. your tongue peeks out just a little as you concentrate, thoughts of being judged gone as you make sure you don’t suddenly capsize.

“good to go faster?” jack calls behind him, torso twisted to peer back at you and his arm slung over the back of his seat.

you nod, “yeah!” you adjust your feet and brace your knees as the boat picks up. a light casts over you and you’re acutely aware of someone recording a video of you but you don’t care, fully invested in your wakeboarding attempt.

ellen whoops as you hit a particularly large wave and land it, clapping and cheering your name as you move left and right. quinn and luke chuckle, clapping for you as well, and jim sits back with a smile. your nerves are long gone and your body feels lighter, lost in the sensation of the dip and rise of the board under your bare feet.

when you finally fall into the water, freezing cold waves hitting your body and face, you laugh. you fling your wet hair behind you and swim to the boat. quinn sticks out a hand for you as jack finally brings the boat to a stop, pulling you back aboard with ease. you shiver in the evening breeze but you still smile.

“that was awesome!” jack praises, helping you with the life vest and your wet hair. he wraps a thick towel around your body and holds you to his chest, rocking back and forth. “you did so good!”

ellen hums and you hear a camera click, but you pay no attention to it.

“i definitely lasted longer than you did,” you tease, pulling away and taking an outstretched beer from luke.

jim snorts, “you certainly did,” he agrees, scooting over so you can sit next to him. he holds out his beer to you and you clink your can to his, smiling at the gesture.

you take a huge gulp, still smiling against the rim of the can. despite how you’d felt in the beginning, you’re pleased with yourself. jack sits down next to you, luke having taken over the boat for quinn’s turn.

“with the way you wakeboard,” he starts, “you’re definitely always invited to the lake.”

you giggle and knock your head against his shoulder, passing your cold beer to him. he takes it me holds it in his lap, smiling at the bright look in your eye.

ellen giggles, “she’s a hughes—she’s always invited no matter what.”

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pennyold · 2 days ago

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warmth arms | j.m

summary: A brief drive through the town was tamed by the rain, which had a tinny effect on their relationship.

warnings: flirting, joel teaches how to kiss, fluff, and kissing a 'family figure'

w.c: 1,523

a/n: i finally did the BEST part and most HOT scene i wrote a bout this Joel, omg, i got sooo excited that i couldn't stop imagining him like that, im gonna faint. READ THE WARNINGS PLS, THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY FAMILY BY BLOOD

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peace and love, penny ★

The next day, you felt like making a meal for Joel. He was still working on some tasks in his garage, and you could barely see him when he entered the cabin. You picked up a small brown book with worn covers, opened it, and found notes written by Joel. You read the first few pages, and it was a recipe diary; you couldn't help but smile as you read, imagining Joel cooking by himself.

You set the book aside and searched for some ingredients in the kitchen; you would make a dish you had in mind. That dish was taught to you by the woman who 'took care' of you months ago. You still remembered, so you started cooking.

By the evening, Joel had already finished his work. He entered the house and knew perfectly well that you were in the kitchen. "Hey," you turned to look at him and smiled. "Cooking again?" he asked as they sat at the table in front of the kitchen. "What?" "Didn't you get it, Uncle Joel?" he shook his head and pressed his lips together. He hated the 'uncle' coming out of your mouth. "It seems fine to me, you cook well, but you have to let me cook for you," you denied, sitting next to him. "You give me a roof, I should cook for you," you insisted, and Joel noticed how your head works.

After finishing the meal, Joel had to go to the village for some supplies, but he didn't want to leave you alone, so he invited you to go with him. You gladly accepted and followed him.

The town was quiet, as usual, but it always had something to hide. Joel parked at the hardware store, and you accompanied him. While Joel was asking for the materials at the counter, you took a look around the hardware store. "Hey, darlin'," Joel called you, and handed you a bag with light items. "Could you take this to the car?" You nodded and left the store, walking towards the truck, where you placed the bag.

You turned around and fixed your gaze on an antique shop. The store was one unit away from the hardware store, so you waited for Joel. He came out with another bag in his hand, smiling as he walked towards you. "Hey," you smiled back. "Hi." He looked at the window display with the objects and raised his eyebrows. "Wow, so you like old things, huh?" You nodded. "They're pretty, I like their vintage look." He nodded. "Let's take a look." You took him by the arm and led him into the store with you.

While you were looking at the antiques, Joel couldn't take his eyes off you. Every now and then, he looked at your face, inspecting your lips, nose, cheekbones, eyebrows, and the creases that formed at the corners of your mouth. "Could you stop?" you whispered beside him while taking a cup "What do you mean?" he whispered back with a slight smile on the side of his mouth "You keep staring at me, do you think I don't notice?" after saying the last word, you looked up and locked your gaze with Joel's.

Without having noticed it, your arm brushed against Joel's, and although Joel was taller than you, the closeness of both faces could be felt. "We should leave if you're not going to buy anything," he said playfully. You gently took him by the arm and pulled him towards you before he could walk out of your radar. "C'mere, I found a jacket for you, it would look great on you." You kept pulling his arm until you brought him to a rack with used clothes, among those piles of brown leather jackets.

You took one off a hanger and handed it to Joel. He raised an eyebrow. "Come on, try it on," you encouraged him, and he handed you the bag from the hardware store. He put on the jacket and stood in front of the old mirror, leaning against the wall. "I like it," you whispered as you watched the coat fit him like a glove, his arms looking bigger than when bare. "Oh really? Do you want me to buy it?" he looked at you for a second, and then looked at himself again. You shrugged. "I don't know, what do you think?" he laughed and took off the jacket to pay for it at the counter.

Upon leaving the store, the rain soaked them completely; it was raining so hard that the thick drops crashed against the pavement. Quickly, they got into the car, and all that could be heard were their breaths and the attempt to generate warmth to ease the slight shivering of their bodies. "Damn..." Joel gasped, "Everything okay?" he shook his head. "Everything will be muddy on the way to the cabin. If we leave now, we might get stuck." Joel was right, it was going to be complicated to drive in this rain. "Well, we'll stay here until the rain stops," you shrugged while trying to warm yourself by hugging yourself. "Are you very cold?" he asked you. You nodded slowly. "Can I take your jacket?" you said timidly. He shook his head and pulled your arm to crash your body against his.

He wrapped your body with his big arms, providing warmth with his chest, looked at your flushed face, and smiled, "Aren't you cold anymore?" he whispered, which made your hair stand on end and caused a slight tingling in your thighs. You denied answering his question, avoiding looking at him. It was becoming a comfortable position, but somewhat uncomfortable due to the strange feeling in your groin. You squeezed your thighs to calm that sensation, but it got worse; it had increased.

Joel noticed how you squirmed beneath his arms, thinking you were just trying to get comfortable, but it was something more. Without realizing it, you were getting friction in your intimate zone; it seemed pleasant, but it increased the urge to place your hand there. Inexplicably, you stopped moving and your insides contracted, suppressing a moan. "Everything okay? Do you want me to let you go?" You shook your head while touching Joel's arms, pressing his arms against your chest.

And in quick movements, you freed yourself from Joel's arms, took his face with both hands, and pressed your lips against his. Joel pushed you away and licked his lips, "What the hell...?" You pressed your lips together as you returned to your seat. "I'm sorry," you said before pressing your lips against his again. In a state of shock, Joel closed his eyes and noticed that you weren't moving your mouth; your lips were just pressed together. He pulled away again, this time, you stood still in front of him. "What was that?" Your cheeks got so hot that you looked away. "I kissed you," you whispered. "I know you did, but why?" he asked with doubt.

"Tell me the truth," he said while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I-I... Joel... You mean a lot to me, so much." Joel blinked several times and sighed. "You like me, don't you?" he says while trying to understand the situation, you nodded and Joel cursed under his breath, "I'm too old, I can't like you, you're too young, you shouldn't..." he fell silent and thought that he had no idea what it was all about.

"Joel, I was in captivity for eight years, I don't even know what this feeling is when..." he silenced you by placing his fingers over your lips; he didn't want to hear about that right now. "Great, so we shouldn't repeat this, understood?" You nodded as you returned to your seat.

It seems that it hadn't been clear; now you were kissing Joel again, clumsily, but you liked feeling his mustache brushing against the corners of your lips. "Teach me," you whispered while placing gentle kisses on his cheeks. "Please," you whispered while looking at him with shining eyes. Joe grunted and ran his fingers through his hair. "I shouldn't be doing this, damn it," he denied while thinking again about how Tommy would react. He would put a noose around Joel's neck and hang him from a tree.

"Come on, Uncle Joel, show me." Joel grabbed your jaw with one hand, he pressed your face against his, closely. "Stop using that word, sweetheart." You frowned, "Which word?" You knew perfectly what he meant. "Uncle?" you said as Joel squeezed your cheeks, not aggressively. You groaned in pain, and finally, Joel kissed you. His mouth devoured yours, his lips surrounded yours, and he felt his stomach tighten. Little by little, he whispered what you could do during the kiss; you noticed how Joel did it, then you imitated his movements. Joel noticed how you molded yourself to him in seconds; he liked it a lot. "Alright, that's enough, long enough," he said, frustratedly as he got up from the sofa. "Is that all? I thought it would be better," you said in a playful tone while looking at him. "Better?" he repeated your words and laughed as he went up the stairs. "Go to sleep, kiddo."

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hannahsturniolo · 16 hours ago

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ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ

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Warnings: smut, p in v, accidental cheating, f receiving

Summary: you came home from a girls night drunk, not remembering that Matt was out of town, but you were staying at the sturniolo house, and ended up sleeping with the wrong brother.

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You have been staying at the sturniolo household for a few weeks while you were in LA. You visited your boyfriend Matt very often, but did long distance. You would come to LA every few weeks and stay for a few weeks.

Matt went out of town for the night for a meeting a few hours away, and you had a dinner with your friend so you stayed in LA.

You went out to dinner with your friend, and ended up getting super drunk. You ordered too many drinks.

You ubered back to the house. You stumbled in, and seen who you thought was Matt. Forgetting that Matt was out of town.

You walked over to Chris, and put your arms around him.

He was very hesitant and took your arms off of him, and backed up.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Chris asked you.

“I’m trying to hook up with you, what do you mean?” You responded reaching down to palm him through his pants.

Chris was stunned, but went along with it because you said you wanted to hook up with him.

Chris cupped your face with both his hands, and pulls you in for a kiss. The kiss is deep and passionate.

His voice low “you’re trouble.”

Chris picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, jogging to his room, your giggles filled the air.

He opened his bedroom door, and kicked it shut. Chris walked over to the bed and lightly placed you on your back and hovered over you.

He started to press open mouth kisses on your neck, you moving your head to give him more room to kiss.

You pulled at the bottom of his sweater, signaling for him to take it off.

“If I’m taking off my shirt, so do you” he murmured lowly.

You sat up from a laying position and he took off your shirt throwing it on the floor next to his sweater, and he reached his arms around your back attempting to unclip your bra.

“This is in the way” he giggled throwing the bra into the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kissed all the way down to your nipples and started sucking on them causing you to let out soft moans.

He pulled down your leggings and underwear down in one swift motion and also removing his shorts and underwear.

He spread your legs gently and sat on his knees in between your legs, and leaning down to your pussy.

You felt his hot breath against your pussy, and you jolted at the feeling, grabbing his hair.

“Please” you murmured.

He started to kiss along your thighs leading up to your pussy.

Once he got to your pussy, he started licking and sucking on your pussy leaving you a mess above him. Your hands still running through his beautiful brown locks.

“I’m getting close- mmm” you whispered.

He pulled his mouth away. All your juices all over his lips, his lips red and swollen.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined.

“I want you to cum on my dick” Chris murmured.

He lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into you, no warning.

You jolted at the contact and let out a loud moan.

He started thrusting in and out fast, his hand reaching down between your legs to rub your clit. He grabbed one leg and pulled it up higher over his shoulder so he could go as deep as he could.

He could feel your clenching around him which pushed him over the edge and you felt warm strings of white cum.

You were not far behind him. You felt the orgasm building fast, still pounding into you. The pleasure in your stomach approaches.

You started to shake. You were moaning loud.

He pulled out of you and laid beside you.

“Matt, that was amazing” you whispered.

“Matt????” Chris sat up, heart pounding. “What do you mean Matt?”

“Baby, you’re funny, why are you so shocked?” You giggled.

Chris thought;

𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘥𝘰?

You ended up falling asleep, so tired from the mixture of being drunk, and being physically exhausted from the sex.

Chris laid beside you and tossed and turned for a bit, wondering what the hell he was going to tell Matt or if he even tells Matt. Chris did this knowing you were dating Matt. Chris didn’t realize you were that drunk to the point that you mixed them up.

Chris fell asleep with all those thoughts.

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You woke up the next morning, reached over and grabbed your water bottle taking a few sips before turning over to who you think is Matt.

You thought;

“𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴?????? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥?“

You started to panic, he was fast asleep beside you.

You started to shake him awake.

“Chris wake up!” You yelled.

He sat up scared because you woke him up out of a deep sleep.

“What???”

“What is going on?” You asked quietly.

“So… Y/N we slept together, and I-“

You cut him off “we slept together?????” You yelled, and sat up and started pacing around the room.

“Y/N calm down please I need to explain” Chris tried to talk over you.

He paused. “We slept together last night, and you told me you wanted me, but what I didn’t realize was that you were so drunk to the point that you thought I was Matt. And I only found out after we slept together when you called me Matt”

You stood there. Mouth wide open, still pacing around the room.

“Chris! Why would you take advantage of me being drunk?” You started to freak out, getting upset, angry.

“I didn’t take advantage of you. You told me you wanted me so-“

You cut him off, “but you know I’m dating matt, why would I sleep with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N, because I genuinely thought you wanted to sleep with me because you told me before I knew you thought it was Matt. I’m sorry, I was caught up in the moment and didn’t even think of how Matt would react” Chris said lowly, almost on the verge of tears.

“Chris, how are we going to tell Matt? This is ridiculous, he comes home today” you snapped.

“I really don’t know Y/N, do we even tell him? It was a genuine mistake”

Chris was freaking out. How does he tell his brother he slept with his girlfriend?

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hazelira · 15 hours ago

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clingy little luvieys

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The mall was calm but buzzing softly—shoppers with bags, murmuring conversations, and the clinking of coffee cups echoing faintly from the food court. Heeseung sat on a curved cushioned bench near a kids’ play corner, with his twin daughters bookending him like loyal little sentinels. Naeun sat on his right, her legs swinging off the bench, humming to herself as she played with her plushie. Nari, the younger of the twins by just minutes, nestled on his left, resting her head against his arm while her little hand clutched the hem of his hoodie.

Heeseung smiled to himself, his girls mellow for once. You and Sunoo’s wife had darted toward a new boutique, promising to “be right back." He honestly didn’t mind being left with the kids. He loved moments like this—watching his daughters settle close, warm and safe beside him. His fingers idly toyed with the chain around his neck, the simple silver glinting in the light.

Beside him, Sunoo adjusted the weight of his one-year-old daughter, Arin, who had been dozing on his shoulder after her bottle. Her chubby cheeks were pink from sleep, her hair a tousled cloud of softness.

“Bathroom,” Sunoo said quietly, standing. “Hyung, mind holding her for a sec?”

Heeseung perked up, grinning. “Of course! Come here, cutie.”

Sunoo gently passed Arin into his arms. The second she was cradled against Heeseung’s chest, her tiny hand latched onto the necklace like she’d been waiting all day for this opportunity.

Heeseung chuckled under his breath. “You again, huh?” he murmured. “You’ve got a thing for this necklace, don’t you?”

Arin was entirely unbothered by his teasing. With a contented babble, she gripped the charm and began tugging lightly, her expression laser-focused and adorably serious.

To free up space, Heeseung quickly scooted Nari closer to her sister, placing her carefully between himself and Naeun. “Scooch a little, lovebug,” he whispered, patting Nari’s back gently. “Let’s give baby Arin some room.”

Naeun didn’t seem to notice. She kept whispering to her plushie, her little voice drifting in and out of make-believe conversations. Nari, on the other hand, sat upright. Her big brown eyes slowly tracked the movement of Arin’s tiny hand, which curled tightly around the necklace. Her gaze narrowed.

She blinked once.

Then again.

Then, in the most toddler logic possible, they decided this was an emergency.

“Argh!” Nari grabbed the necklace, trying to pry it from Arin’s hand. Her pudgy fingers wrestled with surprising strength, little grunts of frustration escaping her lips.

Heeseung’s brow furrowed. “Nari, gentle. She’s just playing—”

But Nari wasn’t hearing it. She let out a distressed whimper and tugged harder, clearly thinking: this baby is stealing my Dada.

Still unbothered, Arin turned away slightly, tugging the chain with her. That did it.

Nari’s lower lip trembled, her tiny fists balled against her lap. She looked down at her velcro sneakers, back up at her dad, then at Arin.

And then she stomped her feet, as if bracing for battle, and wailed.

The sound was sudden, sharp, and heartbreaking.

“Dadaaaaa!”

Heeseung’s eyes widened, instantly shifting Arin into a safer, balanced hold with one arm and reaching out to scoop Nari back into his side with the other. “Hey, hey—baby girl, what’s wrong?”

Nari shook her head wildly, sobbing now, arms thrown around his chest like she was trying to glue herself to him. “Mine,” she whimpered.

“Shh, sweetie, of course I’m yours—always yours,” Heeseung murmured, kissing her head. “Dada’s not going anywhere.”

Naeun turned at the sound, blinking curiously at the crying. She looked at Nari’s tear-streaked face, at her dad, then finally noticed Arin.

And the necklace.

Understanding flickered in her eyes.

“Oopsy,” she said softly.

Naeun slid off the bench without hesitation and toddled around to her sister. She wrapped her small arms around Nari and held her tightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is okay,” she said. “Is okay, Nari-yah. Dada not leave.”

Heeseung’s heart cracked in the softest, fullest way.

Arin still clutched the necklace, oblivious to the drama she had unknowingly caused. She babbled happily, patting Heeseung’s chest.

Heeseung chuckled, gently prying the charm from her grip. “Okay, okay—maybe we put the necklace away for now,” he said, tucking it inside his hoodie.

Arin didn’t mind. She promptly switched to patting his chin with curiosity instead.

Sunoo returned moments later, slowing mid-step when he saw Nari’s puffy eyes, Naeun holding her tightly, and Heeseung with Arin on his lap looking… like a man who’d just survived a very emotional three minutes.

“What did I miss?” Sunoo whispered.

Heeseung gave him a look. “You have no idea.”

When you returned with Sunoo’s wife a few minutes later, your eyes immediately zeroed in on the situation. “Uh-oh,” you said, kneeling beside Nari. “Big feelings?”

Heeseung nodded. “Biggest. Arin claimed the necklace. Nari thought I was getting stolen.”

You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Nari’s temple, gently brushing back her damp hair. “You’re Dada’s girl forever, okay?”

Heeseung leaned down and kissed both twins’ foreheads. “All of you. Forever.”

Naeun beamed up at him, while Nari sniffled one last time before laying her head on his chest like nothing had happened.

And from Heeseung’s lap, Arin babbled again, reaching for his necklace.

Sunoo blinked. “She doesn’t give up, huh?”

Heeseung laughed, holding her up gently. “She’s persistent.”

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, resting your head against his. “You’ve got three clingy babies right now. How does that make you feel?”

Heeseung sighed, content and full of love. “Honestly? I kinda want a third?”

You choked on a laugh. “LEE HEE SEUNG!”

He smiled at you softly, eyes full of warmth and mischief. “What? I’m weak for the tiny hands. Aren't you my love?”

And across the bench, three tiny hands reached for him—all at once.

He didn’t even try to resist.

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sakachichi · 1 day ago

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Yes Ma’am

Pairing: Gojo Satoru X Older!Reader

Synopsis: part 2 of this drabble, this is just an addition to it. When college Satoru met you at a coffee shop 6 months ago the two of you instantly hit it off, now he’s all yours.

CW: Fem Dom-ish, Öral (F), mentions of weed and alcohol, age gap (reader being in late 20s and Satoru being in his early 20s), missiönary, handjöb, multiple örgasms, subby Sato, denied örgasm (just a tinsy bit)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I always go back to this drabble for some reason and just had to add on to it lol �� anyways hope u guys enjoy! Happy Tuesday primas 💗

Ever since you and Satoru met at the coffee shop 6 months ago everything has changed — for the better. He is shamelessly obsessed with you, everything he does is because of you — he doesn’t go out to parties anymore he’d rather spend that time with you. His friends call him boring for choosing to live his life like this, for choosing you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Everything about you is addictive, if he could kiss the ground you walk on he would.

People do think it’s weird you have a younger boyfriend, I mean he’s almost a whole decade younger. You couldn’t care less about what they say, no other man your age will treat you like Satoru does, no other man will dedicate time for you. You appreciate him, you love him deeply. Anything you say he follows, you’re his queen.

So when Satoru finally agrees to go to a frat party after months he feels uncomfortable — guilty. He sits on the couch, red solo cup in hand as he sips his punch, eyes scanning the room. He’s hiding. The air is stuffy from the weed and sweaty bodies, the music vibrates through the walls, and people keep stepping on him as they dance. He had forgotten how he used to enjoy these parties, it’s all too overstimulating.

A girl comes up to him, a smirk plastered on her lips and she’s clearly extremely intoxicated. “Hello handsome.” She purrs as she plops down beside him on the couch, slender fingers run up his thigh as she stares him down. “I haven’t seen you before.” She continues. Satoru is absolutely trembling, giving her the meanest side eye one could ever give.

“And it’s the last time.” He says before getting up, he placed his cup down as he walked away, swimming through the crowd of people. Once he reaches the door he’s stopped, “Sato! You leaving already?” Suguru yells out through the loud music, eyes squinting — he’s extremely drunk and high, eyes red-rimmed and lips slightly pouted.

Satoru nodded, “yeah, sorry man, catch you at school!” He yells back before heading out the door. He’s instantly hit with a cold breeze, long legs take him towards his car. Once he’s inside he sighs, the confines of his car blocking out the world, ears still ringing after standing near the loud speaker for so long. Satoru pulls out his phone quickly, sending you a text letting you know that he’s coming over, after that he speeds to you — a 15 minute drive turned into 10 minutes.

Once he arrives he’s knocking on your door and ringing the doorbell, hands clasped before him as he steps back to wait for the door to open. He hears a faint “coming~!” behind the door, his knees almost go weak right then. And when you open the door he flashes you a dorky smile, his heart flutters like it’s the first time he’s seen you.

“Hi, baby.” He says already heading into your apartment, hands on your waist as he spins you around with him — closing the door behind you before pushing you against it. “Satoru.” Your tone almost scolds him, eyes rolling.

He hums as he’s taking in your sweet perfume, nose rubbing against your neck — the scent almost making him go feral.

“You smell like weed — get off.” You say, hands flying up to his shoulders in an attempt to push him off. “I didn’t smoke any, I swear.” He mutters against you, still holding onto you like a lifeline. Eventually you give up letting his hands fondle with your body.

“I missed you.” He whispered before placing a small wet kiss on your lips, the smell of alcohol immediately hits you and before he could even kiss you again you turn away. “And you went to a party?” You added, tone so stern it makes him flinch.

Satoru pouts as he cups your face gently turning you to face him again, he locks eyes with you — those pretty eyes of yours, so enchanting, full with fire and beauty, he can never get enough of you. He smiles as he gazes his nose against yours, “wasn’t even fun — that’s why I’m here, sweets.” He coos.

“Are you drunk?” You ask flatly, and he shakes his head, “I swear I’m not.” He would never lie to you, he couldn’t even try — you always know when he is, that intuition of yours will always scare him.

“I’m not drunk.” He ends — muttering against the skin of your neck as he latches his lips onto you, leaving behind wet kisses. You can’t stay mad at him for long, his touch is always so electrifying, that smile he always gives you whenever you get pissy with him always makes you melt. And right now is no different, his lips on your neck and his hands gripping on your ass like you might slip away from him — it’s all so dizzying.

A low hum rumbles through his throat, “I wanna taste you.” He leans his forehead against yours, hands now toying with the waistband of your sleep shorts — slightly pulling them down but enough to take them off.

“I’ve been good, please.” Satoru shudders, tongue sliding across his lips as he impatiently waits for your go ahead. Your tummy tightens, legs squeezing together as your pussy throbs, you can’t say no. And when you agree he falls to his knees almost immediately, ripping off your sleep shorts to reveal your fluttering cunt — glistening in your arousal. Satoru moans before spreading your folds apart, tongue slipping out to graze your sensitive clit making you sigh in pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before he’s lapping up your sweet essence, his tongue working miracles on you as he lets you shove him deeper and deeper against you — grinding your pussy all over his face. He’s slurping up everything you offer, two of his fingers dip into your fluttering hole curling them so deliciously it has you reaching for anything to grip on to. He’s always been such a good eater, always giving you the best experience ever — no one could ever come close to him, the best you’ve ever had. He knows that, it boosts up his ego all the more, knowing that if the two of you were to go your separate ways you will never get over him.

“F-fuck Toruuu!” You squeal, gasping for air as you feel your orgasm start to creep up on you. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon.” He encourages, grinning against your pussy as he fucks his fingers into you. He gives your clit one last suck before that tickling knot snaps, making you cum all over his pretty face, and he makes sure not to waste a single drop.

“So fucking…sweet.” He says in between slurps, fingers gripping your ass as he dwells in you. His tongue keeps on running sweet figure eights on your clit as if he’ll get more of your sweet essence that way, your hands fly to his face pushing him away as you desperately gasp for air. “Please s-stop!” You beg as you screw your eyes shut. Satoru leans back wiping his lips with that pretty smile of his, hands rubbing on your thighs as he lets you calm down.

“Baby, I needa fuck you right now, please let me be inside you.” His eyes sparkle with need, looking up at you with his pretty azure pools, silently begging — hoping you’ll say yes. He doesn’t think he has it in him to work for it, his raging cock burns with need, straining against the tightness of his boxers and jeans. “I know you want it.” He coos. Kisses litter your thighs as he sits on his knees waiting, looking up at you through his lashes. You grab his chin as a sign for him to stand up, a smile curls your pretty lips.

“You’ve been good?” You ask and Satoru nods, his hands grip on your hips. “Mmhm, yes — so fucking good for you.”

You let your fingers run across every inch of his face, combing through his hair, thumb running across his bottom lip — his eyes look at yours, trying to see what you’re thinking. He starts growing impatient, breathing so much more heavier than before — his tongue racing after your thumb in an attempt to suck it. You can sense how needy he is, “fuck me then.”

You don’t need to tell him twice, in no time he’s picking you up in his arms bringing you into a deep almost desperate kiss, brutally sucking on your lips leaving them almost bruised. He places you down on the couch before breaking away from the kiss, his fingers fumble with his jeans before slipping them off letting his hard cock spring out. His hand wraps around his length slowly fucking his fist as he spread his pre-cum down, a small sigh slips past his lips as you lean back and spread your legs.

Your fingers dip down to play with yourself as you wait for him to align himself with you, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you let your head fall back. Once his tip slips through your folds he’s instantly falling apart, so warm and so slick it’s mesmerizing, he couldn’t wait to finally stuff you full with his cock. And the way you’re just playing with yourself is so fucking sexy to him, the way you roll your hips onto your fingers and those soft moans that slip past your lips, it’s more than enough to have him pull you against his hips and shove his cock in so deep a pulls out a high pitched gasp from the depths of your throat.

“Mmm’fuuuuck yess~” he moans, throwing his head back letting you flutter so tightly around him.

The delicious roll of his hips has your eyes rolling back into your skull, your poor clit throbs with each buck he gives you — it sends a shock throughout your body that feels just so right, stretching you out perfectly. “Oh my god, Toru~” you whine, hands gripping onto his biceps as you feel him bottom out.

He knows exactly how to get you all worked and a whining mess just for him, begging for him to fuck you senseless — and he loves you like that, yearning for him just like he yearns for you. He loves when you dom but god does he love it when you just let him take the lead, when you let him treat you like some random slut he found at a bar or something. He loves how filthy you let him get for you, how rough and nasty you let him be. Then Satoru picks up both of your legs to place them on his shoulders angling your hips perfectly to fuck you deeper than he is right now — it’s sends him over.

And Satoru loves it, teeth softly biting on one of your legs as an attempt to hold back his moans. “Pussy so fucking g-good,” he grunts, “just for me. So perfect and tight for me.”

All you can do is nod and moan out his name. You feel your body heat up the second he starts to go feral against your hips, arching your back as he starts to kiss your spongy cervix. “Mnh! Right there Toru!” You whimper, feeling your tummy tightening, the feeling tingling throughout your body. Your eyes screw shut, hissing and moaning out — the feeling so intense it has your legs tensing around Satoru’s neck and your fingers gripping on the couch cushions.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine out, body flailing with each brutal thrust — toes curling as you reach your highly anticipated release. Satoru nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth, sweat drenched hair sticking to his forehead, and his knuckles are white from gripping onto your legs — fingers creating small indentations on your skin. Everything gets louder, wetter, stickier — creamier. The squeaky sound of the couch, both of your slutty moans, the harsh slap of skin, it bounces off the walls.

“Cum on my dick, do it.” He growls only thrusting faster and sharper into your poor cunt.

Everything in your body tenses as you start to convulse the second you reach your climax, it has you seeing so many pretty stars — your head pounds as the room starts to spin. All you could do is shriek, holding onto Satoru’s arms for dear life. “Yesssss~” Satoru whispers as he nurses your orgasms perfectly, letting your legs fall down as you twitch and roll your hips against him.

He pulls out, placing a tender hand on your belly, thumb rubbing gentle circles — watching your chest slow down as you catch your breath. Satoru’s dick is still hot and raging, twitching every now and then, and you notice it. He lets out a small whimper with every twitch. You slowly get on your knees, placing a hand on his chest to guide him down on his back. Wrapping a hand around his length as you let a glob of spit loll down your tongue onto his flushed tip, he lets his head fall back on the arm rest, letting out a soft sigh.

You let your hand roll around his tip over and over again, “oh! Hmph!” Satoru moans, jaw slacked wide, panting out loud, hips twitching as you keep running your thumb over his tip. His ears immediately flush as he struggles to breathe correctly — fisting the couch beneath him. “Hm’fuck.” He whispers, the veins of his neck protruding out, thighs shaking. Your other hand starts pumping him slowly, smooth tight strokes giving him just enough pressure to make him shudder.

“Ha, fuck please don’t stop~” he whimpers, eyes rolling back as he feels his abs tightening — every muscle pulled taut. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

His hips roll up into your fist, desperately wanting to cum — increasing the pace making his body tingle with pleasure. He looks at you with glossy dazed eyes, tears pooling over his eyes threatening to fall. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, and he loves every second of it. He starts babbling, poor brain turned into mush as he starts getting closer to his high. Soft curses and breathy moans spill from him, “please let me cum, please.” He begs, whining as you slightly slow down.

He’s so cock drunk, so pussy drunk to even think properly, it’s pathetic really. But god does he look so pretty, his snowy brows furrow as he looks up at you with needy eyes begging you to let him cum. You keep slowing down though, and he sobs as he desperately bucks his hips up into your hands wanting so badly for you to go faster. Body jerking from the denied orgasm.

“Beg for it, c’mon. Don’t just cry.” You say sternly, using both of your hands to pump him now, and that sends him over.

“Pleasepleasepleaseeeee let me cum-ughn!” He gives it to you with wide, tear-glossed eyes, voice breaking into a needy moan. You tighten your grip, stroking him faster and faster watching as his body tenses. Spit and pre-cum drip down your wrists, it's messy, it’s such a delicious feeling he relishes as he finally breaks. Hot sticky ropes of cum shoot from his tip, a long choked moan follows. You milk him through it, slow and gentle, until his thighs are trembling and he’s breathless. Satoru lies there limp, holding out his arms to bring you into his embrace. You snuggle up to him, fingers comb through his hair as his eyes flutter shut.

“Do you love me?” You mutter against him.

“Yes Ma’am.”

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chrissonnyangel · 3 days ago

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➤ the heels stay on

You stumbled into yours and chris' shared apartment with exhaustion written all over you. Today had been a lot, well, work had been a lot. Chris sat sprawled out on the couch tiredly. He looked over his shoulder towards your figure. Your boyfriend didn't get a chance to see you leave for work this morning, you snuck out not wanting to disturb his much needed beauty sleep.

"Hey baby." He smiled over to you, running his eyes over your body. All you needed right now was chris. He could sense that you were feeling down, so he tried to lighten your mood by saying, "I like your outfit." Your eyes darted over to him with need as you picked up your pace to stand in front of him.

"Okay, then take it off." You dropped your bag in front of him. Chris shifted uncomfortably in his man spread. "What?" He didn't think he heard you correctly.

"You heard me, take it off." You accentuated your words seductively as your heels clicked against the floor, walking closer to chris' body. "Well shit, whatever you say babe."

He smirked and started to unbutton your shirt slowly, his hands cupped over your boobs swiping your hardening nipple over your shirt. Was he seriously trying to tease you right now? "Chris, no teasing. Today is not the day for teasing." You said sternly, taking your hair out of your tight ponytail. Every sound of a button popping, zippers unzipping and the groans coming from chris' mouth made you even weaker and wetter for him.

"Hurry up chris, I need your cock so bad." Your hands went down to finish taking off your skirt, discarding it on the floor next to your now creased button up. Chris' hands rushed to your panties, dragging them down your thighs while locking eyes with you the whole time. Your hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra. The intensity mixed with intimacy in the moment was exhilarating. You bent down to take off your perfect heels. But before you could, chris' fingers grabbed your chin, lifting your gaze to him.

"If i am getting told what to do, then i'm allowed one request. The heels stay on."

His smirk grew wide, he was intoxicating when he was turned on. Without another word your pulled chris' aching boner from under his sweatpants. It leaked with precum, waiting for any piece of attention. You straddled him and swiped it across your glistening pussy a few times, gaining moans from both of you. "You're so fucking sexy, y/n, my god." Chris grumbled in a horny haze. You finally sunk down onto chris' girth, his tip kissing your sweet spot almost instantly. You placed one of your legs up onto the couch, giving chris a great view of your heels he desperately wanted you to keep on, and giving you a better angle for both of you to feel more pleasure.

"Oh my god chris. y'don't know how much i wanted this today." You yelped, snapping your hips up and down with need. Chris threw his head back at your patterns, drunk over your control over him.

You reached behind you to grab chris' tight balls in your palm, increasing the pleasure for him as your fingers ran intricately over them gently. Chris' eyes screwed shut as he let out a choked moan, making your eyes widen with surprise, he never moaned like that for you before. His hands rested on your hips, moving down to your ass and gripping it tightly. He helped you guide yourself up and down his cock, your wetness had dripped down onto your boyfriend creating a make shift lube to speed up the process.

"Fuuckk y/n, your so perfect for me. This pretty pussy was made for me, god." Sweat began to form on your forehead at the intensity of the moment, your thighs trembled around chris' waist. Both of you nearing your orgasms. The room became thick with lust and need as the smacking of you against chris was music to your ears. The coil in your stomach threatening to snap any second.

"Cum with me baby, cum." Chris announced, you let go with a loud more and chris with a sharp groan. He guided you down from your highs. Your boyfriend leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, saying he was proud of you without having to say anything.

"Fuck y/n, maybe we should do that every time you come home from work."

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gomzdrawfr · 2 days ago

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More call of kitty thoughts, just ramblings

- Nik’s the boss in the hierarchy, so the tallest spot on the cat tower is his napping spot. Though, sometimes Gaz or Raven steals it because it gets the most sunlight

- All of them love to sun bath, and there’s a cuddle pile session when it happens, usually started by Nik or Ghost

- Surprisingly, Soap is the most calm when it comes to clipping claws, my guys is in the forth dimension he feels nothing

- Ghost is the one who whines and huff the loudest during claw clipping, push his face into Price’s and kick his feetsies

- Nik brushes and grooms everyone’s fur, so he knows all their scents and can track them down if one of them goes missing

- Gaz has probably shagged several stray cats outside, he’s not responsible, there are kittens out there with his dna(??)

- Raven and Gaz loves shiny, and have their secret collection pile hidden somewhere in the house

- Soap likes the cigar, much of Price’s dismay

- Ghost likes to fuck around with caps and pens and basically anything, likes to push it to the very edge, waits for Price to yell at him then push it back, fucker knows what he’s doing

- Gaz sheds so. much.

- Nik knows how to communicate with Alex, and Alex always want to lick and groom Soap clean

- Farah hangs with Nik the most, cuddling and loafing together beside the window

- Soap knows when to behave when Laswell is around, like Alex, Laswell also likes to groom Soap’s fur when she comes around

- Raven makes so much biscuits, any surface that is kneadable she is gonna bake

- Nik drinks his water from a cup and just that cup, he’ll stare at Price whenever he poured the water elsewhere

- The loudest meow is Soap, the softest is Raven

- Nik and Ghost purrs super loudly

- Raven’s the one who starts a fight most of the time and Ghost gets blamed for it

- Nik loves hiding in Price’s closet and snuggle with the flannels and jackets

- Ghost likes to rub his face on his boots

- Gaz wears and sleep in his hats collections

- Soap likes to hide and sleep in drawers

- Raven wants to be inside Price’s skin (whines when Price says no), likes to fall asleep on warm surfaces, most often on top of his phone

- Price will speak to Nik like they’re having an actual human conversation

- Price babytalks Gaz

- No head scratches for Soap cuz you do it and he’s flying

- Ghost loves those really hard patting and spanking around his back and butt

- do NOT touch Nik’s hair he will hiss, but chin scratches he accept

- belly rubs and honestly any rubbing works for Gaz

- Raven loves getting her face squished and massage and kissed, would purr so loud when Price gives her neck kisses and offer her own licks and nuzzles

- Despite the fights, Raven and Ghost naps together with Raven chewing his tail to sleep

- Gaz naps with Soap, but is a prick about it like laying on top of Soap or resting his big tail on Soap’s face. Soap’s fine with it though

- Nik sleeps with Price, on his belly, shoulder, chest or next to his head on the pillows

- “ooo big stretch” on Gaz and Nik

- “oh lord he comin” on Ghost

- “shit where’s my keys” on Raven

- “WHY WOULD YOU NAP HERE” on Soap

- They’re all protective and territorial, if some random cat wondered into their lawn or house they will start a war, and it’s Gaz’s fault most of the time because he attracts all sorts of cats and trouble

- Bath time is hell. There’s a strict schedule and a whole operation for washing them one by one

- Nik gets his own gold chain and bandana, this was after Price jokingly put it on him, only to find out Nik is not joking and will wear it

- Raven hiss at outfits, so don’t even think about it, but a collar with a bell is fine (he’ll find it on the floor the next day, how she got out of it is a mystery)

- Ghost can’t fit into anything

- Gaz LOVES getting into outfits, fav is tux and cowboy

- Soap will eat the outfits, so no

- Raven has a knack for climbing onto everything, so she’s found in the weirdest of places, sometimes upside down on his ceiling

- Gaz would lock the other cats in spaces like cabinets of oven, Nik will smack him

- Soap is everywhere and anywhere, but prefer hiding and burrowing under carpets

- Nik is usually with Price, if not then around windows, fireplace and front lawn, guarding the place

- Ghost is either in the cat room, kitchen or Price’s desk, deliberately laying on his files so Price can’t work

#prob theres more but ive hit the eepy mark #me writing this; Ghost you fat fuck /affectionately #that is what Price would call him #lifts him out and dangle him in the air going: look at you. fat fuck. why the hell you got so big huh?#as if he’s not the one spoiling him #gummmyspeaks #call of kitty au #ayt back to sleep

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aliwritex · 19 hours ago

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ali, i have thoughts that i must share. thoughts on going shopping with isack's money for lingerie? like, he has no idea what you're buying, but you come home with a few sets. you'd make him do a fashion show, but he wouldn't be able to do anything untl he had seen all of them, and chosen his favorite to fuck you in. i'm just imagining him sitting in his desk chair, struggling not to touch you, dick throbbing in his pants, as you keep coming out in lacy little outfits to show him, twirling around.

yes yes YES!!!!

So let's isack had forgotten his wallet at your place, and you texted him about it, joking about how you were going to spend all his money. But he took it seriously, telling you could go on a little shopping spree. And after confirming multiple times it was okay, you thought of something that you would both enjoy.

Isack got the notification on his phone, two different stores but he couldn’t tell what they were, he only knew that they were expensive. So when he got to your place he had no idea what he was in for.

“Oh! What did you get?” he asked when he saw the big shopping bags in your living room.

“A gift for you,” you told him, then paused, “in a way. Grab them for me and come to the room, please?”

Just minutes later you were showing him the first set you bought. You started him off with a light blue set, lace in a pattern of leaves adorning the see through cups and the thong. You had sat him down on a chain in your room while you changed in the bathroom so when you walked out of the door he could see you.

He shifted immediately in the chair, spearing his legs as you walked towards him. He reached out to touch as soon as you got close enough.

“Nah! No touching, remember? You have to choose one first.” you pulled away and gave it a twirl, showing him the back. “This is option one. Wanna get a closer look of the back, too?” you teased, approaching him and arching your back so your ass sticks out.

“Putain” he swore under his breath “So fucking beautiful, my love”

“Got this one in mind already?” you asked and he just nodded.

Two sets later and he was losing his mind, cock rock hard in his pants as he just watched you show off thin laces and thongs that showed everything — but it was the last.

You knew Isack well enough to know what set he would pick so of course you saved that for last. It was a deep red set, thin mesh with floral embroidered details on the bra, matching panties and to finish it off a gatherer belt, holding up black stockings. You checked yourself in the mirror first, fluffing up your hair to give yourself a little confidence boost.

“Ready?” you asked, still behind the door.

“Please!” he begged, his reaction making you chuckle.

Then you walked out, making your way towards him one last time, swinging your hips as you did. Isack literally threw his head back, but quickly sat up straight, not wanting to miss a second of you in that.

“Putain de merde” he sighed, reaching out to grab your hips and pull you closer to him.

“I’m guessing you’re choosing this one?” you teased.

Isack just nodded, his face already so close to you that his nose brushed against your stomach – his breath making you shiver. He guided you to turn around, showing him the back. The sight made him groan, his mouth placing kisses down your back till he left a bite on your bare cheek. It made you jolt, and quickly turn back to face him.

“I’m glad you like your gifts” you joked, melting as his hands cupped your ass.

then he fucks you in every way possible, and when you’re done you joke: “After we go through the other three i’m getting crotchless ones, that will be easier”

“What do you mean crotchless?”

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httpsdana · 2 days ago

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Could I please request Arda Guler with prompt 7 from comfort and prompt 12 from fluff if possible? Thank you and take as long as needed ��️❤️

Homesick~Arda Güler

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・a/n: I still cry everytime I remember arda could've been at barca 😪. Shame cause I love him sm

7. “You’re not a burden. You’re my world.”

12. “You’re the best part of my day, every day.”

It was a Tuesday. Arda came home with a bag of her favorite pastries, a little bouquet of roses from the stand near the training center, and his training jacket zipped halfway down, hair slightly damp from the shower he didn’t fully dry from in his rush to get home.

The apartment was quiet. Unlike usual. The TV was playing something in the background, some home renovation show she usually made fun of.

But she wasn't watching it. She was curled up in the corner of the couch, hoodie sleeves pulled down over her hands, her gaze distant and unfocused.

He set everything down carefully and stepped over to her. “Hey, baby.”

She looked up and tried to smile. “Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” It came out too quickly. “Just tired.”

Arda crouched in front of her, studying her face. “That’s the third time this week you’ve said that.”

She glanced away, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Maybe I’m just… drained.”

“Okay,” he said gently, “but drained from what?”

He didn’t say it accusingly. Just softly, like he truly wanted to understand.

Her lips trembled, just slightly. And he noticed. Like he always did.

He reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her cheek. “I bought croissants. And flowers. The lady at the stand said these looked like ‘the kind of thing you give someone when they’ve had a rough day.’”

She let out a breath, half a chuckle, half a sigh.

“I’ve been trying not to show it,” she murmured. “I didn’t want to… I don’t know. I didn’t want to put more on your plate. You’ve been dealing with so much lately with training and stuff. And I just… I didn’t want to add to it.”

He frowned. “Add to it?”

She hesitated before she spoke up.

“I just…I've been feeling kinda lonely. I miss home. I’m overwhelmed sometimes for no reason. I didn’t want to say it because I didn’t want to burden you.”

His face changed the moment she said that. It was like something in his heart cracked wide open.

He reached up and gently cupped her face, thumbs brushing beneath her eyes as he looked at her.

“aşkım,” he said, barely a whisper, “you’re not a burden. You’re my whole world.”

She blinked quickly, lips parting, but no words came out.

He kissed her forehead gently. “You don’t have to carry this alone just because I’m busy. I want to be the one you come to.”

“I didn’t want to take space away from you,” she mumbled, eyes watery. “I didn’t want to make it about me.”

“It is about you,” he said softly. “You’re the best part of my day. Every day. I come home for you. I wake up for you. Even on the worst days, thinking of you gets me through.”

Her voice cracked as she spoke again. “Arda…”

Then he leaned in and kissed her softly. The kind of kiss that anchored her back into her body. One hand cradled the back of her neck while the other rested on her knee, grounding her in her place.

She closed her eyes and leaned into him, forehead pressed to his. “I miss my mom. My dad. Just… small things. The kitchen. My cat. I feel stupid for crying about it.”

“You’re allowed to miss the pieces of you,” he murmured. “They made you who you are. And I love every part of you.”

He pulled her gently into his lap, her legs curled across his, arms wrapped around her waist. He held her like she was something breakable and precious all at once.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. His cologne. His warmth. It smelled like safety.

He whispered against her hair, “We’ll go visit soon, okay? Or call them tonight. Or I’ll book tickets right now if that’s what you need.”

She just shook her head, clutching him tighter. “I just need you to hold me please.”

He smiled into her temple and kissed it once, twice, then again.

“that's the easiest thing to do,” he whispered.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 days ago

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How does nikolai react to reader trying to push his head away while eating her out

“Stop, Nik-” he grunts against your seeping pussy lips, his tongue lapping up everything he can, every drop of your sweet honey.

His hands curl around your thighs, keeping them spread open while he devours you. In the back of the limousine, Nikolai had you pressed against the cool leather seats. The bottom of your dress was bunched around your hips, kept out of the way while he ate you out. He was ruthless, not caring for a moment that you were headed to a party with other Russian colleagues and friends of Nikolai’s.

“Не двигайся, дорогая, или я начну кусать тебя за бедра.” Nikolai warns you with a growl, your pussy slick dripping down his chin and entangling in his beard. Like a shiny trophy of how well he was pleasing you.

“Nikolai we’re almost there…” you whine and arch your back, trying to grab something with your hands to ground yourself while Nikolai feasted on your puffy pussy lips.

“And I won’t stop-” you reached down and tried to push his head away from you, trying to stop the pleasured burn from his beard and his tongue that pushes between your spongy walls.

“I said stop, маленькая девочка.” Nikolai pulls his lips off of you with a pop, his eyes narrowing in a soft yet firm warning. He places his left hand against your belly, holding you down, and then he turns his head to bite into your thighs—not enough to hurt you but it acted as a warning.

The bite doesn’t hurt, it makes you cum. Your orgasm hits you and your moans echo in the back of the limousine. Nikolai croons in Russian, praising you as he latches his mouth on your pussy lips again, slurping back everything you give him.

He only ceases when the limousine pulls to a stop, and then he helps you sit up. He fixes your dress where it belongs, and before you cups your pussy through your dress, his eyes boring into your own.

“You are such a good girl,” he kisses you with searing heat, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

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concretejunglefm · 14 hours ago

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“Don’t you look good on your knees with all that cum in your face.” with Ruffilo x Noah pls ♡♡

The best boys, the boyfriends just for you angel 💕

CW: includes mentions of oral (m receiving), slight cum play.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

The studio isn’t the time or place for them to act on their desires, yet Noah can’t bring himself to stop chasing the taste of his lover in the form of a soft kiss.

It’s ignited a fire in him, and he’s grateful for the level of privacy his home studio offers—shielding them from any potential prying eyes and enabling them to steal this moment together.

Noah wouldn’t even be giving into his budding desires if it weren’t for Nicholas encouraging him, guiding him toward his spread thighs and settling him against one.

Each kiss after the first grows in intensity, deepening with every press of their mouths. Noah murmurs something about how Nicholas tastes before his lips trail away, working along his jaw and down to the crook of his neck, where he breathes in his warmth. He loves the way Nicholas melts on his tongue, leaving him craving more. A soft hum escapes him as his mouth ventures lower, and his hand slips between them—quick and practiced—as he unfastens Nicholas’ jeans.

Twisting off his thigh, Noah rises and shifts to his knees between Nicholas’ parted legs, fitting perfectly in the space, hidden from view by the raised desk behind them in case anyone unexpectedly walks in. His tongue swipes across his lips, hungry and eager, and he lifts his half-lidded gaze to meet Nicholas’ as his hand wraps around his thick cock, now free from its confines.

Noah watches him closely as he strokes along his length—slow and firm—waiting for Nicholas’s reaction before dipping his head. His parted lips release his tongue, circling the sensitive tip before his mouth sinks down, unable to wait any longer. The need to taste him is stronger than the urge to tease.

Noah moans quietly as he takes him deeper, easing Nicholas into his mouth inch by inch, until he’s pressing against the back of his throat. The faint saltiness draws another muffled sound from him as he begins to move, his head bobbing slowly, mouth stroking along the length while his tongue swirls around the thick shaft. He wants to savor every inch—satisfaction building with every pass of his tongue, hunger growing insatiable. He won’t stop, he refuses to, not until he’s rewarded with the warm, salty release he’s so desperate to taste.

From beneath his lashes, Noah watches Nicholas, leaning into the sounds he’s trying to keep quiet. The studio may offer privacy, but it’s far from soundproof. Noah loves seeing him squirm, knowing how much Nicholas enjoys putting on a show—even for an unknowing audience in the form of bandmates and roommates still wandering the house. Slipping a hand beneath, Noah cups and massages his sac, determined to make him cum—to strip him of every last shred of professionalism and make him lose himself completely.

This is his favorite position, holding the reins and guiding Nicholas closer and closer to the edge, until he falls apart from Noah’s touch and no one else’s.

Noah can’t say much with his mouth full, but his eyes speak volumes. That commanding gaze says it all: cum for me. And Nicholas nearly does, but just as Noah’s ready to swallow him down, Nicholas slips free. Noah barely has time to react before warmth splatters across his face as Nicholas takes over, stroking himself with a deep, guttural moan, his hips bucking as ropes of white paint Noah’s lips and cheeks.

Panting, Nicholas falls back into the chair with a smug grin stretching across his face. “Don’t you look good on your knees with all that cum on your face,” he murmurs. He reaches out, scoops some onto his fingers, and smears it over Noah’s lips, then presses them between, instantly met with an eager tongue, ready for a taste.

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strzxrin · 1 day ago

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Ough just had a thought abt Wei zhong..hear me out, since he's a bunny hybrid and all...mating season. Like he'll prolly be cooped up in his room trying to relieve himself in any way but then the reader (theyre dating) comes in nd is like "u gud? I heard weird nois-" nd then he pounces on the reader begging them to ride him

Hes somehow still a sub even tho he's on top of you

i just can't help myself, i'm actin like an animal !

synopsis. ┆ he's in his mating season and it hurts so bad, he needs some relief. thank god he has you! now he can finally do something about the ache.

tags/warnings. ┆ male!reader, just smut, porn w/out plot, fucking like rabbits (literally), rutting, handjob (giving), blowjobs (both receiving), cow girl(boy), praising, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification

characters. ┆ wei zhong ( nerd . bunny demi character )

a/n. ┆ MALE READERRRR soz gang i really wanted to write a male reader for this scenario specifically. i know this was probably intended with a gn!reader, so you can still take it as a gn!reader with a strap on instead if you want to! i had so much fun writing this though

masterlist ┆ character wiki

you just came back from classes, having done with them today and you went to your boyfriend’s place. but you didn’t see him in the living room which made you confused at first, thinking that he’s in his room.

but what you didn’t expect was hearing him moan out your name desperately.

his door was unlocked, and it was opened just slightly, letting you take a quick sneak to see him humping against your sweater with your underwear shoved against his nose as he whimpered.

you were one of the few who can see through the mist, but it seems like your boyfriend doesn’t realise what he is. you knew what was going on, and you couldn’t help but find the cliche of this all.

“seems like someone really did miss me” you cooed which made him gasp and cummed at the sound of your voice. he turned his head and saw you, his face flushed and he looked like a mess.

“( n-name )” he stuttered, his words almost slurred and you can’t help but get hard at how unbelievably hot your boyfriend looks. a temptress he is. you cooed even more and go up to him, to which he was so desperate and grabbed onto your clothes, sniffing you.

“my poor bunny.. so fuckin horny aren’t you?” you whispered, watching him nod with teary eyes. you hummed, cupping his cock in your hands and slowly stroking it. he moans into your neck and his ears twitch.

your hand feels so good on his cock that he can’t help but mewl like a desperate slut. he needed more, making him move his hips, humping against your hand as you kissed his tears away. “there there, i promise i’ll make it feel all better, yeah?” you murmured, stroking him a couple more times as he inevitably cums.

you pushed him on the bed gently before you went down, taking his cock in your mouth as he gripped onto your hair for support “( name )!” he cried out, moaning and rolling his eyes back while you suck and tease his cock to make sure he feels everything you’re doing to him.

with your hands, you undid your belt and took out your cock from your fly. you stroked your dick alongside with your head movements. wei zhong cums quickly, but you don’t hate him for that. in his defense, everything you do to him makes him melt.

“fuckfuckfuck m’cumming again” he slurred as you feel him pouring his cum into your mouth. you swallowed everything and pulled off with a pop. the moment you stood up, suddenly wei zhong was on his knees, giving you a blowjob in return.

you groaned softly, feeling his warm mouth sucking you with desperate need. you gripped onto his hair, guiding him to take your cock just how you liked it and he obeyed everything. you always made him feel good, so he wants you to feel good too.

you watch him gag and his movements becoming sloppy. it took every restraint in your body to not shove his head further and cummed into his throat directly. “fuckkk that’s it, take it all,” you grunted before cumming.

he swallowed it all and pulled off, giving a kiss on your tip before opening his mouth to show you that he took it all. “such a good boy for me, yeah?” you murmured, pulling him up to kiss him.

you could taste your cum on his lips and he could taste his cum on yours. it was a heady mix and he can’t help but moan even more.

you sat on his bed, and he sat in your lap, grinding his dick against your thigh for friction which made you hum from the kiss. you pulled away and placed your fingers into his mouth, to which he eagerly sucked and licked.

“so filthy..” you murmured, kissing his neck, littering hickeys all over as he whimpered with his mouth full of your fingers. seeing how it was wet enough, you pulled your fingers away and pushed it against his asshole, stretching him open.

he moaned loudly, his back arched as you started to pump your fingers into him, making sure that he could feel every bit of you. he babbled into your neck, grinding against your digits as he gets close to cumming again, and you could tell with how he tightens up.

so, with your free hand, you stroke his cock again and he was a goner. he cummed and made a mess with your shirt but you paid no mind. you did it again and again, hitting his prostate until he was stretched enough.

he was fully overstimulated and dumbed out when you finally pushed your cock in. he screamed and you cooed softly, patting his head and letting him take it slow. when he got comfortable, he started to bounce up and down, riding your dick as if it was the last time he would be able to do this.

“there you go.. suck a good bunny, jumping on my cock like that” you murmured, putting your hands on his hips as you guided him with his ride. there was drool leaking from his lips and his eyes glazed with lust. so irresistible, that you felt like you were the one that was having a heat.

well, it’s going to be a long night for the both of you, but you doubt that neither of you mind.

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