#god the more i sit with this movie the more it breaks my heart
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insidekatmind · 2 days ago
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More than friend~Kenan yildiz
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Wearning: +18,smut
Request: yes!
You’re still laughing when Kenan turns off the TV. The movie you’ve just watched has turned out to be a crappy comedy instead of the thriller you’d chosen. The couch in his house is comfy and soft, and you’re sunk into the cushions, legs crossed and your face still red from laughing.
“I didn’t think I’d laugh this hard tonight,” you admit, running a hand through your hair.
“Me neither,” he laughs, tucking a pillow behind his back. His eyes shine in the dim light of the living room. “But at least we had fun.”
You nod, heart beating a little faster than usual. Kenan has been your best friend for years, yet lately there’s something different between you. Something that you feel grow every time he looks at you in that kind, yet insightful way.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asks, standing up from the couch. His smile is disarming, so natural.
“No, I’m fine,” you say with a shy smile. The two of you remain silent for a moment, and then, almost without thinking, you add, “I like being here with you.”
His eyebrows raise for a moment, surprised by your sincerity. But then he smiles, a warm expression that seems to slide over you like a hug.
“I like having you here, too,” he admits, sitting back down next to you. This time he’s closer, so much so that your knees are touching. You feel a shiver run across your skin.
“I have something I need to tell you,” he says softly, his voice lower, more serious. “For a while now… I’ve noticed that I think of you differently. Not just as my best friend.”
You hold your breath. Those words are exactly what you’ve been trying to ignore, what you’ve tried to repress every time your heart beats too fast in his presence.
“Me too… I feel the same.”
For a moment, the world stops. Then, slowly, Kenan brings his face closer to yours. His eyes lock onto yours, seeking one last confirmation. You nod slightly, and his warm breath mixes with yours.
When his lips touch yours, it is sweet and intense at the same time. A kiss that tastes of promises never said and feelings finally confessed. His hands gently touch your face, and you let yourself go, forgetting everything else.
When you pull away, his eyes shine brighter than ever.
“I think this changes things, right?” he says with a slight smile.
“Maybe so. But I’m fine with it.”
And for the first time, you realize that being there with him is exactly where you want to be.
Kenan kisses you again and in the meantime he takes off your skirt and panties and drags you astride him.
Kenan's hands grip your hips firmly as he pulls you onto his lap, your bare bottom pressing against his growing arousal. His lips crush against yours in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing and exploring. He breaks away, panting softly.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. His hands roam over your curves, squeezing and caressing. "I've wanted this for so long."
He lifts you slightly, fumbling with his belt and zipper. You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he frees himself, his hard length springing up. He positions you above him, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with lust and concern.You nod, biting your lip.
You moaned and kissed his jaw. "So big."Kenan's breath hitches at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face. "You like that, huh?" he teases, his hips rolling up to meet yours, driving his thick length deeper inside you.
His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he helps guide your movements. "You're so fucking tight, it's like you were made for my cock," he groans, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline.
He leans back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body possessively. "Look at you, riding me like you own me," he praises, his voice low and husky. "You're so damn sexy."
You smiled at his words and caressed his chest as you continued to ride him. Kenan's chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your caressing hands, his skin hot to the touch. He watches you through hooded eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck, your touch drives me crazy," he groans, his hips bucking up to meet yours.
His large hands span your waist, gripping you tightly as he guides your movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. "You're so perfect, so fucking perfect," he pants, his words slurring slightly.
Suddenly, he sits up, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you onto your back. He settles between your legs, his thick length still buried deep inside you. "I need to be in control," he growls, his eyes intense as he begins to thrust into you with renewed vigor.
His powerful hips snap forward, driving his cock deep into your soaked pussy. The new angle allows him to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Yes, just like that," you cry out, your nails digging into his back.
Kenan's face is flushed, his eyes wild with desire as he pounds into you relentlessly. "You're mine," he growls, his voice possessive. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," you pant, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "Only yours, Kenan. Forever yours."
Those words seem to ignite something in him. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue dominating your mouth as he continues his brutal pace. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the creaking of the couch beneath you.
"Come for me," he demands, his hand snaking between your bodies to find your clit. He circles the sensitive nub with his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.
As his fingers work your clit, Kenan's thrusts become more erratic, his own release approaching. "Come with me," he grunts, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come undone."
Your body responds to his command, your inner walls clamping down around his throbbing length. "Kenan!" you scream, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses beneath him, your juices flooding his cock and balls.
With a final thrust, Kenan buries himself deep inside you, his own release finding him. He groans loudly, his hot seed pulsing into your contracting pussy. "Fuck, yes," he pants, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you.
He collapses on top of you, his sweaty body pressing you into the couch. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both catch your breath. "That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You smiled sweetly and stroked his hair. Kenan's eyes flutter closed as you gently stroke his hair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He nuzzles into your touch, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated.
After a moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I'm so lucky to have you."
He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It's different from the passionate kisses of earlier, this one is softer, more loving. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. "I love you," he whispers, the words sending a flutter through your heart.
"I love you too," you reply, smiling up at him. "More than anything."
He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now. I'm never letting you go."
And as you lay there in his arms, basking in the aftermath of your lovemaking, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way.
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quinnynation · 1 day ago
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the first of many,, first kisses with bonedo ! headcanons
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park sungho :
sungho knows he wants to kiss you as soon as you arrive at your date. he's known for awhile that he likes you, but you look so...incredible, and the way you're being extra attentive to his day and interests just seals the deal to him. so when you linger at your apartment door for a few moments too long? yeah, he takes the opportunity; carefully leaning down and using his slender fingers to lift your chin before interlocking his lips with yours.
"you don't know how long i've thought about doing this." he'd whisper as the two of you break apart for air, sending a chill up your spine that practically begs you to go back for more.
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lee riwoo : 
riwoo, bless his heart, is a nerve wreck. he wants to kiss you, more than anything in the world- but god he is shaking so badly and stumbling over every sentence he attempts to utter.
"are you okay?" you'd ask, genuine worry lacing your tone as you tilted your head. riwoo would go bright red, stammering about how he's fine and not to worry about him- his eyes betraying him by glancing at your lips for just a moment too long.
that's when you know what he's so nervous about. and thus the teasing begins, getting just slightly too close to his face- lingering for a moment before pulling away.
it isn't until the end of your date that you finally kiss him, feeling all the anxiety physically melt off his body as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist.
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myung jaehyun : 
oh my sweet loverboy myungjae <3 jaehyun is the kind of guy to lay his head on your shoulder/chest during a movie, listening to the melodic sound of your heartbeat against your ribcage.
thump, thump, thump.
it almost, almost, lulls him to sleep. the sight of your sleepy puppy crush fuels you with a bit too much cuteness aggression- which results in you peppering the top of his hair with kisses. he almost immediately becomes a puddle of giggles as he pulls you into a tight hug.
it's only natural that when your shared giggles die down, a soft kiss is shared.
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han taesan : 
listen...taesan really tried to play it cool. like...he really, really, tried.
but the look you give him when he arrives at your apartment fifteen minutes early? yeah, he knows he's cooked.
taesan tries acting cool as you invite him to lay on your bed while you finish getting ready, but being surrounded by your decor, the lingering smell of your shampoo and signature perfume? yeah, he's not just cooked...he's charred.
"dongmin? are you okay? you're quiet." you ask, looking at the man who was sitting on your bed through your vanity mirror. dongmin's eyes go wide as if he's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar, "m' fine." he mumbled, looking anywhere but your eyes.
you'd squint at him, trying to analyze what it was that was actually troubling the man. only to come up empty handed.
"you look really pretty." taesan would comment as you applied your lipstick/gloss/stain/etc. you'd glance up at him through the mirror once more, a soft blush sprinkling over your nose. "you look really pretty too, minnie." you smile back
it doesn't take long for him to work up the courage to kiss you after that- playfully pouting when you scold him for smearing your lip product.
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kim leehan :
leehan...my sweet, slightly social-cue-lacking, leehan <3 either he has no clue that you've been trying to kiss him for the past 4 hours, or he's playing hard to get.
and judging by the way he's still talking about his newest tank's filtration system-- it's the former. he's just going on and on, that enthusiastic twinkle in his eyes shining bright as ever; you listen- or at least pretend too.
don't get me wrong, you love hearing about leehan's fish. the ideas he has for new tank landscapes, the ups and downs of figuring out the perfect filtration system but...today, today you've had it.
you want to kiss this man, so bad. so finally, you bite the bullet and just admit it outright- "hyunnie, i love you- and your fish- but i've been trying to kiss you for the past four hours." your tone might be blunt, but you aren't attempting to be mean in the slightest. just very very honest.
leehan would blink in surprise before his nose and eyebrows crinkling together in confusion..."you have?"
you nod, a breathy laugh escaping you. leehan would blush, a mixture of love and embarrassment sitting prettily across his face. he'd lean in, placing a quick- but meaningful- peck onto your lips before uttering, "you could've just asked, y'know."
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kim woonhak :
oh woonagi <3 sweet, inexperienced woonagi whose first (and fingers crossed, last) love is you. he spends weeks running a game-plan in his head, with the "help" (endless teasing and mindless bickering) from his hyungs.
however, when the cafe the two of you were meant to have lunch at closes early due to an electrical issue- and it starts pouring, thanks to the forecast falsely promising "sunny skies"- he realizes quickly that he should've planned for the unplanned.
because now the two of you are sitting inside a convenience store, soaking wet and sharing a ramyeon...which isn't very convenient for kissing. no pun intended.
don't get him wrong! he is having fun, because your there and despite being soaking wet and cold- you're still hilarious.
it's just...not the most romantic place to kiss.
does that stop him though? no. no it does not.
your kiss is shared inside a 7/11, over a 1 dollar cup of ramyeon. "sorry about the...lack of romance." he'd laugh as he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. you'd wrinkle up your nose in laughter before leaning in to press another kiss on the edge of his jawline.
the first of many.
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this isn't proof-read so it probably sucks but y'know ! you live laugh and learn, or wtv the sign at hobby lobby says.
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the-woman-upstairs · 2 years ago
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God, of COURSE the reaction to “Anyone can wear the mask” is “but not everyone will accept that.” And Miles internalizing the heartbreak of that kind of rejection from what he considered (hoped) to be HIS people leads to him understanding the next step is to reject the system that says he doesn’t belong.
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nochepsicodelica · 2 months ago
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It was like something from a horror movie. Toji was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, sipping on his morning coffee, when the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, reached his ears. He didn't fret at the sound of bare feet padding down the hallway floor—he had already accepted his fate and simply continued to sip on his coffee. The wild entity that finally emerged from the bedroom yawned and groaned tiredly, in a loud fashion, before continuing towards the man indulging in one of life's greatest caffeinated delights. The wild creature stopped in her tracks, standing before him in her natural state—messy, untamed hair, eye crust speckled over her sleep-ridden eyes, and to top it all off, she sported a pout that rendered the man before her helpless.
"What are you looking at?" You grumble, sleepily. Toji bites back a laugh at your immediate hostility and extends a mug of coffee towards you, but when you reach for it, he retracts it and puts it back down beside his mug.
"Give me what I want," Toji demands, with unwavering courage. He's so brave. You huff, but nonetheless step closer towards him. You stand between his legs and stare at him until he leans in to meet you halfway for a quick kiss. Bravery really does get you somewhere, because almost instantly, the grizzly bear in you retreated, leaving you to melt under the warmth of his continuous little pecks. Giggles were lured out of you when his fingers pressed into your sides in an attempt to imprison you and keep you there with him for longer.
"I don't know how you could want me like this," you mumble, a sheepish smile curling on your lips.
"You say this every morning, ma. Close your eyes," he instructs. You do as he says, knowing that he's going for the crust and gunk in the inner corners of your eyes and all around. "You can't get rid of me, if that's what you're trying to do," he jests, grinning at the way your lips twitch, amusedly, as he clears your eyes of the built up sleep debris.
"I can't?" You tease, just to see his reaction. It's hard not to break when his expression warps to something nearing offense.
"Do you want to get rid of me or something?" He asks, wiping the remnants of your sleep on his sweatpants. You hum, a pensive sound that makes his eye twitch. "What? No. No, you're stuck with me. It's not an option. You don't get to choose, anymore."
You laugh, earning a scoff from him. "You realize how insane you sound at eight in the morning, baby? Right in front of my coffee, too. Speaking of, give it. I already paid the Toji Tax."
You swear you hear the most subtle hmph from him, as he nudges your mug towards you with the back of his hand.
"Aww, my baby," you coo, grinning at the grumpy little pout on his face.
"No, you don't even want me," he grumbles, turning away from you.
"But I dooo. I love you. You're my baby."
Toji hums, merely acknowledging your words on the outside, but on the inside, he's all sorts of giddy. He loves when you call him baby. It fills his guts with little butterflies and it's the verbal equivalent of getting home after walking through heavy rain and having to withstand more water pouring on you during a shower, then being rewarded by having a blanket that just came out of the dryer tossed over you.
"Baby..." you call, leaning in close.
"Mm."
"Babyyy..." you call, again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He doesn't respond, so you lean in and peck his cheek. You smile at the way he nonchalantly tries to keep drinking his coffee. "Baby, my babyyy," you chirp, giggling as you peck his cheek over and over, until you see him crack a grin. At the end of the day, he's still a man in love, and any affection from you is going to get to him.
"Oh my god, what?" He says, turning on the stool, facing you with the dumbest grin.
"I..." you point at yourself. "love..." you make a heart with your hands. "you." You finish your short presentation by pointing at him. You laugh at how he stares at you blankly, like he's utterly unamused by your little show. If only you read his mind. Then, you would know that it's actually the complete opposite. He feels like you sunk your teeth into his heart and injected some sort of love serum into it, because it's racing and he can't seem to calm it down.
"Come here, you stupid, stupid thing." Toji outstretches his arms and watches as you giddily tiptoe over to him. With ease—literally as if you're weightless—he picks you up and sets you down on his lap. His hands rest on your lower back, while yours rest on his chest. Brilliant green eyes absorb your pretty face for a couple seconds before he leans in and indulges in some more of your addicting kisses. Through the synchronized lip locking, you feel one of Toji's hands sliding up the back of your shirt, going higher up until his fingers are grazing your bra strap. His fingertips rub against your skin as he pinches the elastic strap, lifting it the slightest bit, before letting it snap against your shoulder blade. You giggle into a few of the kisses, before breaking the kiss.
Toji is lovestruck in every sense of the word. If he could spend every second of the day, attached to your hip, he would. If it didn't prove your claim about him being insane, he would chain himself to you and toss the key somewhere, with his eyes shut, so that not even he knows where it is. It wouldn't be impossible to free yourselves, but he would have a damn good time watching you and your creative brain attempt to find a solution to the situation.
"Fucking love you, ma. You can't get rid of me."
"I know." You laugh, tapping your fingers on his chest. "You're wanted, baby, and I'm gonna keep you. Just promise you won't get sick of me." You raise your index finger, signaling a physical binding to accompany your words.
Toji used to think it was a dumb thing to do, until he started doing it, too. "Promise you won't get mad..." "Promise you won't get food without me..." "Promise you won't start the show until I come back..." All ending with him raising his index finger, waiting for you to link your own index finger with it.
"Promise," he says, linking his finger with yours.
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nerdycheol · 1 month ago
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Hint. Hint. HINT!!!
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Pairing: Lee Seokmin (DK) x Reader
Genre: College AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Crush
WC: ~2.5k
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Lee Seokmin was either the dumbest person you had ever met or just truly, utterly clueless.
For months now, you had been dropping hints—glaring, neon-sign-worthy hints—but he still hadn’t caught on. It was ridiculous. Actually, no—it was painful.
How else were you supposed to let him know you liked him? Spell it out in the sky? Get a marching band to parade through campus?
Today, you were determined to make it even more obvious.
Hint #143: Movie Night
“You know,” you started, casually scrolling through Netflix as Seokmin sprawled out on your dorm bed beside you, “watching a movie together like this is basically a date.”
He snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Pfft, nah. Friends do this all the time.”
You shot him a look. “Yeah, but do friends do this?” You shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder.
Your heart thumped. Any second now, he’d get it—he had to.
Seokmin, the human golden retriever that he was, just hummed happily. “You’re so comfy, Y/N.”
You closed your eyes. “Seokmin. Be honest. Are you acting dumb or are actually dumb?”
He blinked. “What?”
You sat up, exasperated. “I’ve been dropping hints left and right, and you—” You pointed at his forehead. “Are. Not. Getting. It.”
He looked genuinely confused. “Hints? What hints?”
You gaped at him. “Oh my god.”
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Hint #157: Borrow My Hoodie
One of the surefire ways to get a guy’s attention was the classic borrow his hoodie move. So when you saw Seokmin in his oversized, soft-as-a-cloud hoodie one morning, you knew what had to be done.
You tugged at his sleeve as he sat across from you in the campus café. “Hey, can I borrow your hoodie?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Of course! Are you cold?”
Success.
You pulled it over your head, inhaling the faint scent of his detergent and something undeniably him. “Wow, this is so comfy. I might just keep it forever.”
Seokmin grinned. “That’s fine, I have others!”
You sighed. “No, Seokmin. This is where you’re supposed to say, ‘If you keep my hoodie, you have to give me something in return.’”
His brows furrowed. “Like what?”
“Like…” You leaned forward, staring into his very soul. “A kiss, maybe?”
For a moment, just a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes. Then he laughed. “Ohhh, that’s funny! You almost got me there!”
You groaned, flopping onto the table. Why is he like this?
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Hint #200: The Almost Confession
Enough was enough. If he couldn’t figure it out on his own, you were just going to have to spell it out for him.
The two of you were sitting on the campus lawn after class, enjoying the golden sunset. Seokmin stretched, his shirt riding up slightly, and you nearly forgot your entire train of thought.
No. Focus.
You took a deep breath. “Seokmin.”
“Hm?” He turned to you, all bright eyes and sunshine.
“I like—”
RIIING.
His phone buzzed loudly, and he scrambled to answer it. “Oh! Sorry, give me a sec—hello?”
You closed your eyes, mentally counting to ten. Of course.
When he finally ended the call, he turned back with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
You exhaled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
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Hint #250: The Breaking Point
It was getting ridiculous. Everyone in your friend group knew you liked him. Even strangers could probably tell. Everyone except Lee Seokmin himself.
You decided to try one last time.
“Seokmin.” You stopped in the middle of the campus quad, grabbing his hand.
He blinked. “Yeah?”
“Do you think I’d make a good girlfriend?”
He tilted his head. “Of course! You’d be amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
You squeezed his hand tighter. “What if I wanted to be your girlfriend?”
Silence.
A beat passed. Then another. You watched as his brain visibly tried to process the words.
“…Wait. What?”
You groaned, pulling your hand away. “Seokmin. Oh my god.”
And then—finally—it clicked. His eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly in realization.
“Wait. Wait. Are you saying—”
“Yes!” you practically shouted. “I’ve been saying it for months!”
His face turned red. “You like me?!”
You threw your hands up. “YES, GENIUS.”
For a second, he just stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then, all at once, his face broke into the brightest, happiest smile you had ever seen.
“You like me?” he repeated, this time with so much joy that your frustration melted away.
You rolled your eyes but smiled back. “Yes, Seokmin. I like you. And I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time.”
He laughed—loud, full, and infectious—before suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. “I like you too! I just… I didn’t know if you liked me back.”
“You—” You groaned, resting your forehead against his chest. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”
Seokmin grinned, holding you tighter. “So… does this mean I get to call you my girlfriend now?”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. “You better.”
And finally, finally, Lee Seokmin got the hint.
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Bonus:
Jeonghan sighed, watching from a distance. “Took them long enough.”
Joshua nodded. “I was starting to think we’d have to force them into a closet or something.”
Seungkwan shook his head. “Nah, even then, Seokmin would probably think it was just ‘friend bonding.’”
And honestly? They weren’t wrong.
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fuxuannie · 9 months ago
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❥﹒ken sato x gender neutral reader
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✦. synopsis — romantic headcanons about our favourite baseball player!
✦. love mail — i finished the movie and i loved his character development, simply the sweetest thing <3
✦. tags — SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, kenji sato x reader, i have not written in several months, i wrote this w my brain off ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) aka i was just SPITTING whatever brain rot came to mind
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I imagine Kenji to be the clingy, but doesn’t want to be type. He loves you, so much, so dearly. But affection isn’t his strong suit, especially not after what happened with his family. He shut out emotions for years, at least towards others. So this feeling of love, a nostalgic one, tends to clash with the walls he’s put up. He’ll hold you in his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, only for hours later to cringe at himself. He’s talked to you about it a thousand times, and he’s listened to you reassure him twice as many. He adores your patience with him, it's something he’s never really had.. especially with so much pressure on his shoulders.
Explaining his identity was surely no easy feat, you thought dating the most iconic and popular baseball players was the hardest thing? Imagine dating Ultraman, who came home to you every other week with some new injury. You always wondered why the reason was so simple for such a complicated wound, “I spilled boiling water on myself,” He explains with burn marks that are far more severe than expected. “I fell down the stairs”, he’ll say after landing in the hospital.. It didn’t make sense. And now that it does and you know the true reasons, your concern is far worse. Though he doesn’t mind the extra attention you give. ;)
Meeting his dad for the first time was.. nerve-wracking. You know how Kenji talks about him, and you weren’t sure what kind of impression you’ll make. But here you were, sitting on a couch and fiddling with your thumbs until you hear a doorbell. Before Kenji could even stand, you rushed to your feet and practically sprinted for the door, only to open it slowly and gently to reveal the kind old man standing outside. “Hello.” Cut to maybe an hour later, you’re laughing at old pictures of Kenji as he sits next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. The two had a long path of forgiveness and understanding ahead, but Kenji appreciated that you brought him and his father together.
Thought the dad was scary? Imagine his daughter. As expected, the moment you walk into the room - distress. Emi’s starting to cry, an unfamiliar presence is in the room and it scares her. You’ve done a few babysitting jobs here and there, and she was really just like a child. Kenji apologized for her outburst and transforms to calm her down, opening the lid and picking her up under her arms. “No no, don’t cry.” His voice soothes her, and almost immediately - she’s okay again. It’ll take a few minutes, it really isn’t long until she trusts too you. Kenji found it adorable, how you played with her so casually.. many would be terrified, and rightfully so - but to him? It just displays your kind heart. My God did he love you.
Remember first headcanon? Right, to add to that, he’s not very good at vulnerability either. He’ll love to comfort you when you cry, or hold you when you need him. But if the roles were reversed? Absolutely not. He’s uncomfortable and you can see it, one look into his eyes and it’s like looking through glass.. he hates being open about his true feelings. Even if it’s with you.. the walls he’s built for 20 years aren’t easy to break, you know? But if you’re patient, and you take your time and say the right words – he’ll crack. And like a dam breaking, the water flows in an uncontrollable wave of sadness. He’ll sob, he’ll break, and he’ll need you more than anything. He doesn’t know how to feel about breaking down, but the way you hold him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to comfort him, he could get used to it.
But on a lighthearted note, he loves dates! Most have to be in his home, because Emi can be clingy (got it from his dad), but you don’t mind. It’s sweet, he’ll have you play baseball with her or all you do is cuddle ontop of her, it’s the cutest little thing. But other times, when you go out– it’s just the two of you. And upon special request from Kenji for Mina to babysit her while you're there, you two get alone time. and it’s everything to him. The smallest affection has his heart racing like a teenage boy again, wrapping your arm around his, holding his hand, kissing him? Goodness, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. You and Emi are his world, and he’ll do everything to protect it. Other days, you, him, and and his father go out to the home in the woods for some personal time. You get to talk about his childhood with him and you talk about yours. There’s such a tender and unforgettable atmosphere when you’re with them. And you truly feel like you belong.
Overotectiveness, he was full of it. He’s lost so much, and all he wanted was for you to not go either. Nothing, nothing could stop his rage at the idea of you being hurt. You, Emi, anyone else important to him. He’ll take on the world for his family, and by the will of his parents he has. The pain he’s endured, the scars you scold him for so much are for you. If one threat escapes the city, that’s one likely chance he loses you. So he does everything he can to handle it. You’ve never gotten hurt, but the idea of it is enough for him to strive to be stronger.
While recovering from the explosion, you never left his side. It pained you to see him so still, lack of life. He’d usually be pacing back and forth in the room, rambling about something, and when you’d call him a nerd or dork, he'd run to you and playfully attack you with kisses. His arms around you tightly as you two would laugh your worries away, you didn’t have that privilege. You’d either laugh alone or not at all, the pain all too much. When he wakes up, best believe you’re there, and you just cry at the sight of his arms opening. You know his body is far too unstable for a hug, so you squeeze his hand. How grateful you are to feel him squeeze back.
With Mina and Emi gone, the house feels a little more lonely.. but Kenji’s adjusting. Especially because you moved in! He’s able to spend more time with you in bed since he didn’t have to tend to Emi, which was a nice plus. He woke up earlier than you (force of habit.) and he’d just.. stare. Maybe it was a little creepy, but seeing you sound asleep in his arms gave him such joy. He loved the little domestic moments he shared with you, it had him appreciating all the smaller things in life. Like sharing a meal with you, or watching movies together. You made him love the simpler aspects of living.
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strnilolover · 3 months ago
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what would matt and/or chris do if reader leaked through her pants (period) while they were out shopping but she was already in a bad mood so they’re trying not to upset her while trying to fix it??
they’d both be sweet and not obvious about it. They’d try to get her to like follow them some place else away form everyone’s eyes and help her.
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Matt …
Matt had been keeping an eye on you ever since you woke up in a bad mood. He noticed the way you crossed your arms tightly as you browsed through racks of clothes, clearly uninterested in shopping. He didn’t press you, knowing you just needed some space.
But when you shifted awkwardly and tugged at the back of your shirt, he knew something was wrong. His eyes quickly scanned you, and when he caught sight of the faint stain on your pants, his heart sank.
Matt stepped closer, lowering his voice to keep things casual. “Hey, babe, let’s grab a drink or something. You’ve been looking at clothes for ages.”
You shot him a tired look. “I don’t even want to be here, Matt.” you snipped.
“I know, I know,” he soothed, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder. “But let’s just take a little break, yeah? Maybe grab a coffee?” His tone was calm, almost coaxing.
You sighed but nodded, following him out of the aisle. Matt guided you toward the store’s café area, then paused. “Wait here for a sec. I’ll be right back.” he said, gently having you sit down in a more secluded part.
Before you could protest, he disappeared. A few moments later, he returned with a small shopping bag in hand and a soft hoodie draped over his arm. He handed it to you with a sheepish smile. “I, uh, noticed something earlier. Thought this might make you feel more comfortable.”
Then It clicked in your head, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “Matt—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he cut you off gently, his voice reassuring. “We’ll grab some leggings on the way out. No big deal.”
Tears pricked your eyes — not from embarrassment, but from how thoughtful he was being. Matt caught the look and tilted his head. “Hey, don’t cry,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re good, okay? you’ll get through this, and then I’ll take you home to chill. Sound good?”
Chris …
You had been dragging your feet through the store, annoyed at everything around you. Chris kept glancing your way, unsure how to help. He cracked a few jokes, but your stony silence told him they weren’t landing.
When you shifted your weight and tugged at the back of your shirt, Chris immediately clocked something was wrong. His brow furrowed as he looked you over discreetly, catching sight of the faint stain on your pants. His heart squeezed, knowing how upset you might get if he handled this the wrong way.
Chris casually stepped in front of you, blocking anyone else’s view. “Hey, angel,” he said softly, leaning closer. “I think we should hit the car for a minute.”
You frowned, clearly irritated. “Why?” you said, gritting your teeth.
He hesitated, not wanting to embarrass you. “Trust me, it’s just better if we head out for a sec. We can come back if you want.” he said.
The way his voice softened made you suspicious, but you reluctantly agreed. He walked close behind you, shielding you the best he could until you made it to the parking lot.
Once you reached the car, Chris opened the door for you and handed you his sweatshirt. “Here, wrap this around your waist,” he said gently.
Your face fell as realization dawned, and you immediately looked down at your pants. “Oh my god,” you whispered, mortified.
“Hey, hey, it’s not a big deal,” Chris reassured you quickly. He crouched down so he was eye-level with you, his hands resting lightly on your hips. “This happens, okay? — I know how this works. No one saw, and I’ve got your back.”
You looked at him, your lip trembling. “I’m so over today,” you muttered.
Chris gave you a small smile. “I know, angel. Let’s get you some fresh clothes and head home. We can throw on your favorite movie, and I’ll grab all the snacks you want. Sound good?”
You nodded, and Chris leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. “Don’t even stress.”
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katebishopsbaefy · 19 days ago
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oh my god 4 and/or 12 with billie i would die🙏
(also i love your writing sm💕)
prompt list
prompt masterlist
4) slow sex while one or both are injured
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“This is so dumb… This is so dumb…” she mutters to herself over and over and over. It’s starting to drive you insane.
“Billie, it’s not dumb. It was bound to happen at some point,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant you. When tears fill her eyes, your heart just about shatters.
She’d broken her ankle. Again. This must’ve been, what, the fifth time? It just wouldn’t stay healed, especially not with all of the jumping around she did on tour. She already knew the drill, all the icing and physical therapy and extra precaution that comes with the injury, and she was dreading it. In fact, you both happened to be sitting on the couch, icing her foot like the doctor had told you to do often.
“It is dumb. I didn’t- I don’t understand-” Billie starts, but her tears slowly start to take over.
“Oh, Bil…” you whisper quietly, your voice softening at the tears leaking down her cheeks. You know how hard this has been for her in the past. You hate to see her go through it again. You can’t move her much because you don’t want to jostle her foot, but you reach a gentle hand out to wipe her tears. “Hey… it’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll just… have more time to hang out. That’s not that bad, right?”
When you soften, she softens. She looks up at you with tearful, red eyes and shakes her head, her bottom lip protruding in a small pout. She looks adorable. Miserable, but adorable, and you can tell you might be getting through to her a little. “We can watch so many movies, and you can teach me how to crochet, and I can teach you French, and we can rearrange the whole house… it’ll be fun. I think you need a good break, anyway.”
At all of the suggestions, she can’t help but crack the tiniest, most heartbreaking smile you’ve ever seen. The look alone could make you cry. You cup her damp cheeks in your palms, and softly kiss the tip of her nose as you return the smile. “Can I getchu anythin’ right now?”
She sniffles softly, and her gaze leaves yours for a brief moment. Not for long, though. She’s not one to get very embarrassed when asking you for things. “...Can you take care of me?” she asks in a small voice.
If it’s possible, you soften even more. You can tell what that look in her eyes means; it’s not really about the sex. She just wants to feel close to you. And you want the same thing. “‘Course, baby. Here… lie down…”
It takes a long moment of giggles and almost falling off the couch, but you manage to get her situated with her back propped up against the armrest of the couch with the ice still on her foot. You slowly climb over her and rest your head on her chest, your finger on her clit. You rub soft circles into her, being so incredibly gentle with her. That’s all she deserves: gentleness. When she sighs, you can tell you’re doing a good job. Your lips trail over her neck, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to give her even more comfort.
“M’gonna come,” she mumbles through breathy moans and sighs, her body starting to tremble softly under you.
You kiss your way up to her lips, and mumble soft reassurances against them. They might be within the context of the sex, but you really mean them in the context of the long healing journey ahead of her. “I’m right here.”
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eraenaa · 11 months ago
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Imgonnagetyouback
Inspired by the song "Imgonnagetyouback" by Taylor Swift
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Rafe Cameron x Reader Tag List
Summary: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup. 
Warnings: Possessiveness, Jealousy, ¡Kinda Biased Towards the Reader!, ¿Kinda Toxic Relationship?, Violence, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Fingering, Not Proofread 
Word Count: 3,826
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Two weeks. Two fucking weeks since Rafe broke up with you, and only now did you begin to spiral. It was not as if it was your first breakup with him; you would admit you two had a handful of breakups during the duration of your relationship, especially when you consider that you two had been dating since middle school. But this instance was different; this was the first time that Rafe was the one to initiate the breakup. Before, it was always you who called it quits, and he would come to you on his knees, begging you to take him back. However, now, he was the one to leave, and a fortnight had already passed, and no word was heard from him, leading you to become inwardly frantic. 
“So this one’s official now, huh?” Sarah asked as you filed your nails, staring harshly at your phone, willing it to light up with a notification from your best friend’s brother. “The audacity he has to do this to me! Did I tell you how he broke up with me?” You asked, and Sarah said no, even though you had ranted to her the story at least twice. “We were just sitting here, watching a movie— we had not fought for at least a month, and then he just said, ‘Let’s break up,’ and fucking got up and left!” You groaned, remembering how you stayed up later that night waiting for Rafe because you did not believe his words and the ludicrous way he ended your relationship. “I hate him! I should smash up his bike to teach him a lesson. He’s so fucking immature!” You groaned and heard Sarah sigh, “I’ve told you that years before and hundreds of times after, but you just ignored my warnings.” You groaned once more and tightly shut your eyes. You feel Sarah go to where you sat, “What are you gonna do now?” She asked and you took in a deep breath. “I’m gonna get him back.” You stated, and from the side of your eye, you saw her expression grow confused. “What?”
“I’m gonna get him back,” You declared once more. “I’m gonna get him back then be the one to break up with him— a real break up this time. Like, totally over.” You say but that did not aid Sarah’s confusion. “He does not get to be the one with the final say. He does not get to be the one to end all of this.” You say. “No offense, Sarah, but I’m going to crush your brother’s heart.” You turn to her and watch her lips twitch. “Do you need help?” She asked, and that earned a genuine laugh from you after weeks of being stoic as you did not know if you should mourn your relationship or wait for Rafe to be standing with flowers at the other side of your door. “I’m gonna get him back so bad.” You say once more as your mind was already thinking of the ways to take your revenge. 
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You played in the tennis court with Sarah, her already luring in Topper, and with Topper came your now ex, Rafe. They just came from a round of god, and you try your best not to grow distracted by his presence, you willed your stubborn heart not to admit that it had missed him. You bounced the tennis ball, waiting for Sarah to finish her conversation with Topper. You smirked to yourself as you felt eyes on your ass. Specifically wearing Rafe’s favorite tennis skirt of yours. Your mind conjured the memory of him almost drooling as he watched you step out of the fitting room, fashioning the tight, lilac skirt. Just like a moth to a flame, Rafe threaded towards your direction. 
“Hey,” He greeted; in his hand was a can of cold beer, and you urged your gaze not to be entranced by the veins on his rather attractive hand. There was just something about how he gripped things. “Hi,” you say, tilting your gaze upward and squinting your eyes as the sun is beaming down harshly. “How are you?” He asked, his voice holding an edge of tension and awkwardness. “Pretty good, we’re three, love,” You say and watch as his lips part as you intentionally use the nickname you used to call him in a phrasing that was completely ambiguous. It was exactly why you asked Sarah to lure them here to the tennis court, knowing it was the only appropriate setting where you could execute at least three parts of your plan to get him back. “Love?” He asked, his voice lower, and you nodded. “Yeah, love. Zero,” You say, your demeanor relaxed as if you were not at all affected that he ended your six-year relationship. 
You watch him wet his lips and take a chug of his beer. “About the uh… the— our break up,” He stuttered, and you gazed top at him innocently, “What about it?” You asked and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, your eyes catching the way the ball on his throat bobbed, his lips parting, and you could practically see his mind trying to form his words to address the situation. “That’s it?” He asked after a while, and you bit your lip, knowing he loved it when you did that action, convincing him that you, too, were trying to think of a response even though you already knew how the scene would play out. “Yeah, I suppose. I mean, ours was a middle-school romance; it has run its course.” You said and watch intently as how hurt flashes in his eyes before quickly covering it with cool detachment. “Why? Did you think this would end up in like a marriage or something?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, noting how Rafe’s jaw clenched. 
Every word you uttered was like a bullet into Rafe’s chest. He must admit he broke up with you for no particular reason other than just being petty. The sudden breakup was just a result of his pride being wounded. Topper and Kelce had reminded him of the times you broke up with him and him being quick to go down on his knees and beg for you back. His ego could just not stomach the way they called him a ‘simp’ and ‘fucking whipped’ that he made a rash and ill-thought judgment. He was waiting for you to contact him, a call, a text, even a fucking smoke signal, just anything as long as you did the first move first. But two weeks had flown by, and not a word came from you. Now, to hear you say that you’ve expected your relationship to end— that you were practically just counting the days before its demise presented Rafe with sorrow, regret, and, greatest of all, rage.  
“Did you think this would end up in like a marriage or something?” The sentence echoed through Rafe’s mind. What the fuck did you mean by that? He remembered all too well the times you gushed about your futures. About how your wedding ceremonies would play out. What dress you’d wear. Where your honeymoon would be. The number of kids you two would have. The house you two will live in. Every specific detail of your future was thought of and was embedded in his mind, and now here you go, disregarding all of those sacred plans. 
“Rafe?” You called as he stood before you unmovingly, but you could feel him seething internally. You stepped closer and placed your hand on his arm to get his attention. You bit your cheeks as you feel his skin grow riddled with gooseflesh, a reaction that only you could elicit from him. You stared into his eyes, intense blue orbs that were starting to think twice about his decision. “Hey asshole, get out of the court, we’re trynna play!” You hear Sarah scream from a distance, and you step back and steal away your touch from him but not your eyes, as you wanted him to get the message that there was no apprehension or sadness in you about his decision to end things. Rafe stomped over to the side, standing next to Topper, him obviously agitated and tense. You turned to Sarah, and a knowing smirk appeared on both of your lips as the laid-out plans were going well. You were so gonna get him back. 
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After your round of tennis at the club, the group decided to go back to Tanneyhill. You made yourself comfortable at the estate that was practically a second home to you. “Hey, Wheez,” You greeted as you went to the kitchens to grab a bottle of water. “Oh, you’re back!” She cried, and you laughed as you were enveloped in a hug by Rafe and Sarah’s sister, who was practically yours, too. “I heard about the breakup,” she whispered as she parted, but her hushed voice was moot as her older brother still heard her words. You were not quite sure what to say, but luckily, Wheezie spoke once more. “I mean, it’s not like it was unexpected, but still! I can’t believe you ended it; you were supposed to be my sister!” She exclaimed, devastated. 
“She didn’t end it,” Sarah came, and you watched as Wheezie abruptly turned to her brother, who stood next to Topper, who was hindering from laughing. “You idiot! You let her go?!” She exclaimed at Rafe, and you just stood there as Wheezie expressed her disbelief at her brother. “Shouldn’t you be out playing,” Rafe gritted as Wheezie’s reaction was only solidifying his regret. You bit your lip and perched yourself atop the counter as you watched the three Cameron siblings argue, Rafe trying to be rid of Wheezie and Sarah coming to their little sister’s defense. You turn to Topper, the two of you being a constant audience of this little family affair. 
In the end, Rafe, who was urging Wheezie to be the one to leave, was the one who stomped away. “Well, that went better than expected,” Sarah said. The three of you girls were left alone in the kitchen as Topper followed out his friend. “Still can’t believe that he was the one to break it off,” Wheezie said. You simply shrugged, “That’s why I’m trying to get him back,” You say. “So I can be the one to really end it.” 
“Wait, so, if you two aren’t dating anymore, who are you going to take to Midsummers?” Wheezie asked. And you feel your lips part as that did not even cross your mind. You and Rafe had always gone to Midsummers together. The event connected to many memories and many firsts for the two of you. “I guess no one,” You say. “But what if he takes someone else?” Wheezie asked, and you turned to Sarah. “We need to find you a date,” She quickly said, and you nodded. “Wait— but aren’t you trying to get him back to get back at him? If you bring a date, wouldn’t that like piss Rafe off more?” Wheezie asked as you three headed towards Sarah’s bedroom. “Exactly. Haven’t you noticed Rafe likes things better when he can’t have them?” Sarah asked, and you nodded along, recalling the times Rafe’s determination to acquire things that were dangled before him but were just beyond reach. 
“So, who would you take to Midsummers?” Sarah asked, “That’s an easy enough problem to solve; what I need now is something to wear for the party later,” You say and watch Wheezie and Sarah frown. “You’re going to that? You hate house parties.” Sarah frowned. “I do. But Rafe is going and it’s important for him to see that this whole ordeal is not at all affecting me,” You explained. “What? You’re going to flirt with other boys?” Wheez asked, and you smirked, “Duh,” 
 Rafe watched steely eyes as you sauntered into the room, taking the drink some dude handed to you and flashing him with a smile that had always been meant for Rafe. His fist clenched around his cup, effectively crushing the red solo cup as he watched you entertain the guys he had always kept a distance from you. His heart throbbing in his chest and his rage consuming him as you let one of them lead you towards the dance floor. Letting him stand behind you and let your bodies be flushed— letting him take Rafe’s place. 
You gritted your teeth as Rafe made no move. He only stayed on his spot by the side with some girl from your school who had always been over him since he was in the third grade and you were in the second. But even then, even though you two were just children, you two had always been drawn to each other. You huffed as you felt the vile feeling rising in you as a random dude kept dancing against you, and Rafe made no move— at this point in time, you miss his violent jealousy that you used to frown upon. 
You feel your heart still as your eyes locked with his. The silent language between you had gone mute and was now forgotten. Your heart clenched as he did nothing, only turned away from you and draped his arm around the shoulders of another girl. You staggered back as his actions stunned you and stung your heart. “Wanna get out of here?” The guy behind you dipped down and whispered in your ear, tugging at your hand. Your lips parted as you looked between him and Rafe, you waited a moment, willing him to turn around, but he didn’t. Is it really over now? You swallowed thickly and squared your shoulders, turning to the guy you were dancing with. “Yeah, sure,” You say meekly, and he grinned, pulling you away from the crowd and towards the bonfire lit by the shore. 
Rafe felt appalled to have his arms around another girl, but he had these theatrics to get you back. He turned back his gaze to the dance floor, searching for your gaze and making sure that the guy you danced with did not step a foot beyond bounds. Rafe felt his heart fall out of his chest as he realized you were gone. He quickly removed his arm from the random girl beside him and searched for you. “Sarah, where is she? Did she go home? Tell me she went home alone.” Rafe asked as he saw Sarah with her boyfriend. “Who?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Don’t fucking play with me, where’s my fucking girlfriend?!” Rafe seethed, eyes franticly searching for you. “You don’t have a girlfriend, Rafe. You broke up with her, remember?” Sarah asked, enjoying the panic in her brother. Topper laughed beside her, and Rafe shook his head. “Fuck you two, you really do deserve each other,” Rafe gritted and headed towards the beach. 
Rafe thought he had already uncovered every level of anger within him, but he was wrong. Nothing would compare to the rage he felt when he saw the guy you were dancing with holding you by your arms, trying to keep you still as you pushed him away as he tried to kiss your lips that were meant for Rafe. “Get the fuck away from her!” Rafe charged toward the guy and landed his fist on the guy’s jaw. Your eyes widened as Rafe suddenly appeared. You just stood there in shock, watching Rafe let out his rage on a guy who finally deserved it. It took a moment before your mind registered the severity of what was now happening; a crowd appeared and circled as Rafe and the guy fought. None even made a move to hinder them. You looked around and saw Kelce and Topper by your right, urging them to get Rafe, who was not at all phased by the crows that suddenly appeared. “You fucking force yourself on her! Fucking cunt!” Rafe screamed as his punches never missed his target. He was not at all tired of beating the guy who dared touch you, his mind not registering anything around him except the rage he felt. 
You feel your heart drop as the distinct sound of a siren sounded out, the crowd that had gathered quickly dissolving, but the presence of authority did nothing to sedate and calm Rafe. He was relentless in punching the guy even though he was already on the brink of unconsciousness. “That’s enough! Go home!” The sheriff screamed, and two other officers pulled Rafe away from the bloodied and bruised body of the guy. “This was not supposed to happen,” You whisper to Sarah as they push Rafe against the cop car and handcuff his wrists. You found yourself being dropped off at the station to post bail and explain to the sheriff what had happened. “He was just defending me; that guy was forcing himself on me, and luckily, Rafe was there to stop him.” You explained and turned your gaze to Rafe, who was in holding, staring blankly at the wall, his jaw and fists still harshly clenched. “Well, he did more than stop him,” The sheriff muttered with a sigh. “He’s not pressing charges, so your little boyfriend’s free to go,” the sheriff added reluctantly. You nodded and quickly moved to go to Rafe, whose cell doors were being opened for him. 
Tense silence surrounded the both of you as you stepped out of the station, and it followed the both of you until you reached Tanneyhill. You turned to Rafe, lips parting to speak, but he cut you off by placing his lips upon yours and cupping your cheeks with both of his battered hands. You melted at his touch, finally relenting and admitting to yourself that you had greatly missed him. When you two parted, you stared deeply into his eyes, deciphering clearly the thoughts he always struggled to word out. “You still love me,” You breathed out and felt your stomach twist as he nodded his head. “Of course I do,” He answered and kissed your lips once more. You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers lightly scratching his skull, his buzzcut hair prickling and tickling your soft palms. You feel him grip your ass once more, the telltale sign that warned you where this would lead. And though you missed feeling your body tangled with Rafe’s, you still needed answers. You were still deciding if your best-laid plans should be set on fire, skeptical that all of this was just his sleight of hand. 
“Why’d you break up with me?” You asked, parting your lips. Watching as Rafe huffed and tried to kiss you again, but you turned away and urged him to answer. “I was being petty,” He mumbled, and you heard him groan as you frowned at him and removed your touch. “Baby, please,” He said as you stepped backward, your eyes narrowing at his words. “What?” You gritted. “Look, I’m sorry. It was a stupid decision. The guys were giving me shit about how you were always the one to call it off! I just… I wanted you to be the one to come to me and ask for me back…” Rafe trailed as he had no better word to explain his reasoning for breaking up with you. “You broke up with me because of your fucking pride!?” You almost screamed in anger. “I’m sorry, baby, please; I was so stupid.” Rafe sighed and tried to pull you to him; the big man he was had gone for the moment as his blue eyes pleaded with you. 
You took in a deep breath and your senses were consumed by the smell of him. Your ears rang with the sound of his voice begging for your forgiveness. Your skin tingled by his touch. You breathed heavily and shook your head. “You’re so immature,” You sighed and pulled him down by his shirt to kiss his lips. Rafe smirked against your lips and savored the taste of you that he had longed for. “Am I forgiven?” He panted as you two parted; you stayed silent for a moment. Gazing at his eyes that were alight with hope. “Depends on how many times you make me come tonight,” You whispered against his lips, watching as his blue orbs turned dark. You shrieked as he hoisted you up and made you wrap your legs around him, hurriedly bringing you back to his room just to show you how truly apologetic he was. 
You hummed in delight as Rafe sucked your tit, his other hand pinching the other bud. His body pushed you against the back of his bedroom door, and your hips moved to seek friction. “I missed you so much, baby,” Rafe groaned between the valley of your chest, biting and sucking your skin, leaving it red and most probably bruised. You bit your lip in anticipation as he tossed you on his bed. He watched you with a smirk as he removed his shirt, the moonlight illuminating his muscled body. “Like the view, my girl?” He asked and slowly crawled atop your body, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress, but he was slow to undo it. “Stop teasing, you’re still not forgiven,” You groaned as his hand was trailing the inside of your thigh. “Oh, right… I’m sorry, baby,” Rafe hummed once more and placed kisses on your neck as his hand cupped your cunt. His fingers draw circles on your cloth-covered nubbin, his lips peppering kisses on your neck. 
You bit harshly on your lip as you pushed your underwear aside and finally felt the wetness he had caused. “So wet… you wanted me back as badly as I wanted you, huh, baby?” He hummed and watched as your eyes rolled back as he abruptly inserted his two fingers inside you, curling the digits and taking your breath away. “Rafe— I need you now,” You cried as his thumb laid flat on your nubbin. “Whatever you want, baby,” Rafe hummed and obliged your pleas. Stealing away his fingers and replacing them with his length. “God, so fucking tight," He grunted as he thrust into you. You could no longer hold in your moans as he pounded into you, the tip of his cock perfectly aligned with the spot in you that made you see stars and spew out moans that you were certain would be heard by those in the hallways. But you could not find care as Rafe fucked you senseless and made you reach your peak in record time. 
You panted as you came down from your high. Your boyfriend is looking at you through his hazy, lust-filled eyes. “Am I forgiven?” He asked, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to lie on the bed and for you to be atop him. “Not yet.” 
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seasprincess · 3 months ago
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bf!Rafe needs love
warnings: abuse mentions, angst
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Rafe Cameron is a lot of things. But an emotionally strong man is not one of them.
You get the notification on your phone that Rafe has arrived at your house. Ah, the joys of having life360 due to the fact your bf is protective and nosy.
But it is helpful in these situations when Rafe turns up without an invitation. Usual stuff.
Your feet touch the soft carpet as you make your way to the front door, opening it slightly as you peek out. Seeing your boyfriend’s black range rover on the drive as he climbs out, bangs messy and in his eyes.
“Not today thank you. Don’t wanna see you.” You say as you smile, giggling away as you look at him.
“Yeah ha, funny. I don’t need that shit.” Rafe says as he fiddles with his car keys, heading towards you.
But as he’s so far away you can’t see the tears that fill his eyes. Or the way he can’t take deep breaths.
You just keep smiling before shutting the door and running back to your room. Sitting on your bed as you wait for your bedroom door to open.
And after about a minute it slowly starts open.
“No thank you I’m busy…with…Rafe?” Your voice slowly fades out as the curtained boy walks in and you see the tear streams on his cheeks. The tears glistening in the light as you climb up from the bed, reaching him and reaching up to cup his cheeks. Gently rubbing them as he fiddles with his fingers, trying to calm himself down in any way he can.
“My dad.” He chokes out as he averts his eyes. Looking at your decorated walls, scanning all the poster and shit you have. The singers, the movies and him. The photo from the photo booth on one of the dates you had. He’s kissing your cheeks as you smile. He feels his heart clench as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I feel like he hates me. And then fucking Toppers mad at me. And then you hate me to a-“
“Woah hey no. I was kidding baby. I couldn’t hate you.” You say as you gently pull his face to make him look at you. Your eyes lock with the blue ones in front of you as you stroke his cheek. One of your hands moving up to move a piece of hair out of his face. “Let’s sit down.”
You guide him towards the bed as you sit down next to him. Your hands gripping his tightly as you look into his eyes. Trying to read them.
There’s only been a few times that you’ve seen Rafe cry like this. The last being a while ago after taking to many drugs. And seeing as his eyes are only puffy.
You know this is bad.
“Talk to me baby. What happened?” Softly speaking to him is what you’re having to do. Rafe never got spoken to softly ever when growing up. So to him. It’s comforting to him.
“My dad. He um.” Rafe scratches his chin as he looks away before looking back at you. “We got in an argument…and he. He. He fucking hit me okay? Is that what you wanna hear?” Rafe voice turns harsh as he gees angry. Reliving the moment in his brain.
“Oh my god, I swear I-”
“Please.” Rafe’s tone has switched and so has his words. “I can’t deal with more anger right now.”
You stop as you sigh. Reaching to grab his cheek and stroking it. All you need to do is be gentle with him.
“Okay. What can I do?”
“Just be here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You say as you get closer to him.
“You wanna talk?”
“No.” He quickly responds. You knew it.
Rafe has never been one to talk. He bottled it all up until he explodes and punches something. Or someone. Which of course is extremely unhealthy. But it’s the only way he knows how to cope without a shit tone of drugs and alcohol not being involved.
You adjust in the bed so you’re lying down, opening your arms up for him.
Which he does as he places his head on your chest and holds you, tight. If he hugged you any tighter you’d break. He just needs you.
Gently you stroke his head as the tv plays softly in the background. You haven’t spoken. You don’t need to speak.
All you need to do is be there for him and wait until he wants to talk about this. Wait for him.
Rafe just grips your hand as he sighs against your chest. He doesn’t know what to say. He just can’t say anything.
So he probably won’t. He’ll just stay quiet about it.
But right now what he does know is that he is going to be here with you. Cause you love him. Not the love he gets from his father. But the love he needs.
The love he deserves.
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kaiijo · 8 months ago
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SUPER-GLUED JAR PRANK — [WIND BREAKER]
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characters: sakura haruka, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo content: gn! reader, a (very old) tiktok prank notes: they’re so silly, i love them
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sakura haruka ✶
in hindsight, you should have known giving sakura the super-glued jar might not have been your best idea but his bright pink face paired with an inevitable tirade were too good to pass up. you can’t take all the credit for it — kotoha played a role too, supplying you with a nearly-empty jar of sprinkles and some acting. 
your boyfriend is sitting with nirei and suo when you emerge from cafe potus’s pantry with the jar. she feigns disappointment when she asks, “any luck?”
“no,” you say, shaking the jar in your hand for effect.
“it’s such a waste to just let all that stuff sit at the bottom.”
you turn to sakura and asks, “can you try opening it, sweetheart?”
sakura’s face flushes at the pet name, which makes his friends giggle, and he takes the jar from you. with each attempt his make, sakura scowls more and more, huffing as he sets it down. nirei suggests that he tap the lid against the edge of the table but sakura uses just a bit too much force and the glass breaks. you gasp and the trio at the table jumps back with fast reflexes. 
kotoha’s already running to grab a broom and dustpan and you’re reaching down to pick up the big pieces. sakura’s hand closes around your wrist before you can and he says, “are you crazy? you could hurt yourself, let me do it.” 
“no one touch it,” kotoha orders as she sweeps the shards up. nirei is apologizing profusely and sakura mutters an apology, complaining about how he almost had it and how they shouldn’t make jars that sealed that tight. when you come clean to him about gluing the lid, he’s huffing and puffing at you, and you make it up to him with a lot of food and a lot of kisses and cuddles in private. 
umemiya hajime ✶
you find umemiya on the roof of furin high, tending to his garden. your heart swells as you hear him coo at his plants, carefully and lovingly watering them. you almost feel bad about this little prank. almost, but you remember the prank he pulled last week with that fake rubber bug in your lunch so you don’t feel too bad.
you thank every star in the sky that sugishita’s not here at the moment because you’re pretty sure this prank would be the last thing you’d get to do if he was. “hajime?” you call to him.
 his head immediately swerves to look at you and his smile is as bright as ever as he set down the water can and makes his way over. he presses a loud, messy kiss against your cheek, and you don’t even have to ask umemiya; he notices the jar in your hand and says, “i can help you open that!”
“thanks,” you say and he takes the jar from you. 
he’s beaming when he replies with a breezy “no problem, baby!” and firmly grips the lid, giving it a firm twist. his smile dims a little and he tries again with no luck. umemiya squares his feet and gives it another go, and you can’t deny that seeing his arms bulge with exertion against the sleeves of his white t-shirt is in any way unpleasant.
he slides on his gardening gloves and tries again. the lid doesn’t budge and umemiya is pouting at the jar and mumbling, “i’ll be right back.” he disappears into the school for about twenty minutes. he comes back with a look of defeat, shoulders slumping. “i can’t help you,” he says. “i’m really sorry.”
oh my god, you feel your stomach twist in sympathy and you answer, “i know. i’m really sorry, haji, it’s because i super-glued the lid.”
he blinks once, twice, and then his smile is back on his face. he wipes some sweat off his brow and sighs in relief, “phew! i thought i’d totally lost my strength there for second!” you can’t help but stare at him as he grins, outshining the sun. what did you do to deserve this angel?
hiragi toma ✶
you walk into your living room, where hiragi is setting up a movie for the two of you to watch. “any movie in mind?” he asks as he leans back in the couch, remote in hand. 
“howl’s moving castle?” 
“again? we watched that last weekend too.”
you grin at him. “it’s not my fault howl’s so cute.”
your boyfriend rolls his eyes, grumbling, “he’s not that cute. and he’s not real.” before you can argue, hiragi motions at the jar in your hand. 
“can you help me open it?” you ask him, holding it out to him. 
he eyes it suspiciously. “you hate pickles.”
“i want to try them again.”
“but why buy an entire jar if you want to just—”
“can you please just open it? help me start this new journey in my life?” he still looks confused but, ever the dutiful boyfriend, takes it from your hand. 
one attempt. two, then three. by the fourth, you feel a giggle threatening to burst forth but the familiar sound of the air pressure releasing has your jaw dropping. hiragi doesn’t take the lid off entirely, letting it sit on top as he hands it back to you. he takes in your awed expression with a frown. “is everything okay?” he’s already reaching for his stomach tablets. 
“i super-glued this,” you say, still a little starstruck. “like, with a lot of glue. you weren’t supposed to be able to open it.” 
you show him the lid and as he swallows down the pill. he sighs, “you’re going to be the death of me.” 
togame jo ✶
“these looks so good!” tomiyama says, marveling at the spread of sandwiches and snacks you had brought to the park. he had been the one to propose a shishitoren picnic, though togame was the one who had pared it down to just a couple of people to make it more manageable. 
“thanks! help yourselves!” you reply, watching on with a small smile as the boys dug into the food you had prepared. you lean against togame, who rests his chin on your shoulder. 
he leans forward for a sandwich, handing you one as well. it’s your favorite variety of the ones you made and you’re thrilled that your boyfriend remembered that. as you take a bite, you figure this the perfect time to execute your plan. you reach into your own bag, pulling out a nearly-finished jar of chili oil. you nudge togame. “you think you can help me open this? i tried all morning.”
“sure,” he says, gently lifting it from your grasp. his arms are still around you as he makes his first attempt and you feel the quick breath he exhales as he tries again. he eventually untangles himself from you, eyebrows furrowing. “shit,” he says, “i don’t know if i can.”
tomiyama makes grabbing hands at it. “let me try!” togame hands it over to his friend and tomiyama tries a couple of times, pouting when he can’t open it either. he hands it over to sako, who glowers when he fails too. the jar gets passed between the shishitoren members present and each one is unsuccessful. the last guy hands it back to you and togame sighs, “sorry we couldn’t help, baby.”
as everyone else apologizes to, you feel a little bashful as you admit to gluing it. you’re relieved when they take it in good stride, letting out relieved cries and playfully protest. you pull out another jar of the same chili oil, this one totally super-glue-free and give it to those who want it as a peace offering.  as the group settles into a nice rhythm, you lean back against togame and his head finds its place in the crook of your neck again.
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year ago
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Kinktober day 8 | Tate Langdon x Reader
Day 8: mommy kink
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: 18+, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation,
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‘’I like when you do that.’’ 
‘’Do what?’’ 
‘’Fix my hair when it gets in my face. Run your hand down my back when I’m laying down. Make sure I ate today,’’ he explained as you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held hands on the way home, sensing his anxiety after a long day. You had a knack for knowing exactly what he needed. ‘’Take care of me.’’ 
‘’I just love you. People take care of the ones they love,’’ you said simply. 
Tate looked down at the sidewalk, his old converses suddenly very interesting to look at. ‘’I’ve never had anyone taking care of me before,’’ he admitted, feeling a lump of sadness settling in his stomach. 
His words made your heart ache. It was rare Tate would bring up his home life, preferring to escape it than bother you with his problems, but you knew Constance never really took good care of Tate — or any of her children. She was a terrible and neglectful mother, blaming the end of her acting career on him when her failure came from herself. 
You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it when you couldn’t find the words. Instead, you squeezed his hand and walked the rest of the way to your house in silence. 
*
A few days later, you were watching a movie in your bed when your phone buzzed with a message from Tate. He hadn’t been able to come over today because Constance had invited her new boyfriend for dinner and wanted everyone to be there. 
From Tate: Can I come over? I’m already outside… 
Pushing your blanket off your body, you paused your movie and went downstairs, opening the door instead of texting him back. 
You found him sitting on your porch with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His eyes were a bit red, matching his sore-bitten lips. It was a stark contrast to the green of his sweater.
‘’I had an argument with my mom and her new toy,’’ Tate explained once he was in the comfort of your bedroom. He rubbed at his face, attempting to erase the traces of his emotions. 
You nodded, sitting on the bed beside him. ‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ 
He shook his head, not wishing to repeat what had been said. ‘’Can you just hold me? Please.’’
Without a word, you opened your arms, and Tate nestled into your embrace, giving him the love and comfort Constance failed to give her son. 
‘’Whatever has been said at that dinner, just know that your mother is wrong,’’ you spoke softly after a moment, your head resting on top of his as he held you tight. ‘’You’re loved and wanted and you didn't ruin her life, okay? Not you or Addie.’’ 
He sniffled and nodded against your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’ 
After a moment, his hold loosened, slowly calming down…and undoubtedly noticing the absence of a bra through your shirt. Lucky boy. You fought a smile, having not considered your attire when you went downstairs to get the door. 
‘’Do you feel comfortable like this?’’ you asked, breaking the silence.
Tate smiled smugly against your shirt, nodding. ‘’Very. They’re so soft and comfortable. I wish I could fall asleep like that at night.’’  
‘’Do you want me to take my shirt off?’’ you whispered, taking him by surprise. 
He nodded again, detaching himself from you so you could take off your shirt and fell back against your pillows in a more comfortable position. 
When you first suggested it, you didn’t think it would take a sexual turn, but Tate’s mouth began kissing at your breasts while his hands were massaging and kneading, fingers digging into soft flesh. God, he loved your tits. 
You would be lying if you said this wasn’t pleasurable. Tate was gentle and loving with his touches and kisses, savoring the moment. Your hand naturally found its way to his hair, running through his blond strands and encouraging him to keep going. 
Then, you began feeling something press against your thigh. 
‘’Not my fault. I can’t control what my dick does.’’
You bit back a laugh. ‘’Do you want me to take care of it?’’ Your hand wandered between your bodies to rub his hardening cock over his pants. 
Tate whimpered and pushed into your touch. ‘’Please.’’ 
He lifted his head from your chest, his eyes still red but no longer teary, and you motioned to take your spot and lay against your pillows.
‘’Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,’’ you promised, leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. ‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good, Tate. So good you’re gonna forget about tonight.’’
That’s exactly what he needed.
With your help, Tate discarded his pants and boxers, causing his cock to slap against his stomach. It must not have felt good straining against his stiff jeans. 
‘’Does that feel good, baby?’’ you asked, slowly running one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.
He nodded, a shaky breath slipping from his lips. ‘’Y-yes.’’
You did it again, this time ending your stroke by brushing your thumb over the head. 
Tate whimpered, his hips jerking upwards and causing his sweater to ride up his stomach, flashing a trail of light blond hair. You leaned down to kiss it. 
‘’Such a good boy,’’ you praised, continuing to jerk him with your delicate hand. 
You could jerk him off until he spilled, but you decided to have some fun and try something else. Withdrawing your hand, Tate started sitting up. 
‘’Where are you going?’’ he asked, sounding alarmed. 
‘’I’m not going anywhere,’’ you reassured, caressing his thigh. ‘’Don’t worry.’’ 
Nodding, he settled back and watched you move, licking his lips as you removed your pajama bottoms and underwear. His deep brown eyes gave your body a look over, loving everything he was seeing. The natural fall of your breasts and the reddish-mauve mark his mouth left behind, the tiny mole right below your navel that no one but him had noticed, the scar on your calf from when you shaved and accidentally cut yourself. 
‘’You’re so pretty, Mommy. Can I have a kiss?’’ 
It was so nicely asked, you couldn’t deny him. 
You swung a leg over to straddle him, your hands rubbing his hips as his thick cock rested against his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. The sight almost made the arousal between your legs drip. Your eyes met Tate's as you rose up on your knees, but instead of sinking down on his cock, you lowered yourself on the length and grinded your slick folds along it.
He moaned from the slightest bit of friction, feeling your pussy sliding languidly along his cock.
 A smirk drew across your lips, moving torturously slow. 
Tate whimpered your name, his voice laced with frustration and desire. 
‘’What is it, baby? Is this not what you wanted?’’ you asked coyly, the sound of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum filling the room. 
You saw his eyes dart down to where your genitals were touching, rubbing together. ‘’Mommy, plea-please,’’ he whined, his cock twitching and about to burst. 
You knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to give it to him — yet. 
‘’Are you close, baby?’’ 
He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets as his stomach spasmed. ‘’I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum.’’ 
‘’Don’t hold back, baby, you can cum.’’
Ropes and ropes of white cum then spilled onto Tate's smooth stomach, his climax hitting, but you didn’t stop like he thought you would. No. You decided to push his limits and tease him until he couldn’t take it, watching his hips lifting off the bed as his orgasm came again and again, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were surprised he could still cum like that. 
‘’Can't cum anymore. So sensitive,’’ he said with tear-stained cheeks, whimpering through his orgasm and a little after it was done.
‘’You want me to stop?’’
‘’Please.’’ 
You caressed his cheek, wiping some of the tears. ‘’But I haven’t put it in yet...’’
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angelwhisp3rs · 1 year ago
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✧˚ · . 7 minutes in heaven
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Pairing: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader
Summary: Leon gave his girlfriend the best gift ever - his virginity ❤
Tags: Smut; fluff; p in v; oral (f); loss of virginity; leon is desperate; they are in love your honor
Notes: IM BAAAAAACK! Had to take a week off to focus on my studies, but now im free! Was supposed to post this earlier, but i got lazy!
Minors do not interact!!
After dating for quite a while, it was visible that Leon was a great boyfriend, he was confident in everything he did, he paid attention to the little details and was always surprising her. That’s why, on her birthday, he decided to give her something much more special - his virginity.
At first, it was weird talking about it, he was a grown adult, with a job and everything, and he still had his v-card intact. He was so focused on his career that things like that never really mattered to him. That’s until she came along, and he knew that he wanted to share something so personal with her, and only her.
Setting the mood, he woke her up with a nice bouquet of her favorite flowers and a warm breakfast, the meal eaten while they shared sweet kisses and sweet nothings. He hated that both needed to go to work, the day passing slower in his mind since he was anxious for the night.
When the night fell, both felt giddy - Leon because he was finally getting a taste of sex - something his colleagues always boasted about - and her because the man was making her day so perfect, she had no idea how it could get any better.
At dinner, she noticed him more fidgety, as if he had something on his mind. At first, Leon wanted to play it cool, being a gentleman and serving her for the entire night, but the moment he saw her red inviting dress, his dick decided that he wanted to do the thinking, not his actual head. The slit on her dress showed her soft thighs, and he could only wonder how good they would feel wrapped around his head as he fucked her with his ton-gosh, he needed to focus.
“Baby, you seem worried. Is something the matter?” She quietly asked him, worried that something might have happened.
“No, it's fine, love. Just thinking how pretty you look” he half lied, smiling sincerely at her as he caressed her hand, looking completely smitten by the woman sitting in front of him.
She blushed at his comment, he was always an expert in making her feel so loved.
For now, she chose to drop the matter, just wanting to enjoy the evening with him.
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Dinner was amazing, the food was spot on. They walked around a park nearby, enjoying the flowers falling and making the scenery movie-like. They talked and laughed, now filling their hearts after filling their stomach.
As they headed home, Leon felt his heartbeat quickening, but took deep breaths- the night wasn't over yet.
He softly guided her near him, wrapping his arms around her as they shared a deep and passionate kiss, moving his hands all over her body and tightening his grip around her hips.
“Love, want to go to our bedroom? Don't want this night to finish yet” he whispered against her lips, their saliva making everything more wet and intimate.
She looked surprised at him, since she knew from the beginning that he was still a virgin, and was always supportive and patient with the man, never wanting to rush things. The woman nodded, being guided to their room as they still didn't break their hold and deep kisses.
Feeling a rush, Leon pushed her into their bed making her yelp a bit, earning a sorry look from him. God, she was not a ragdoll Leon, stop thinking about porn!
“Baby, we don't need to do this, you know that, right?” She asked him with a smile, watching as he moved to hover her body
“Really want to… I’ll be good to you, baby” he whispered as he pressed kisses to her neck, clumsily pushing her dress up
If it wasn’t such an intimate moment, she would’ve laughed as he tried to push her dress out without even realizing that it had a zipper on the back. Ending his misery, she gently pulled him back and zipped the clothing down, laying on their bed in her black underwear (thank god she decided to wear matching ones today!).
Like a poor and desperate horny boy, the first thing he did was press his face against her tits, wanting to suffocate himself on her chest. She giggled at his eagerness, watching as he mouthed and pressed open mouthed kisses on her cleavage, as his hands kneaded them. 
Not waiting anymore, his hands traveled to her back, reaching her bra clasp. He grunted in dissatisfaction as that task proved to be harder than it looked - god, are those things indestructible? Once again, pitying him, she simply reached back and undid her bra in a swift moment, making Leon look at her dumb founded “How the fuck did you do that?”
“Practice” she giggled “you’ll get to be as good as I am the more you do it”, and then gave him a wink
He chuckled, but turned his focus back to the task at hand, and threw her bra somewhere along their room (he genuinely had no idea where it went). He tried not to be a creep, but he couldn’t help but stare at her boobs for a long time, only breaking the spell when she giggled at his hungry eyes. Her chest on show, his mouth worked directly on her nipples, sucking and wetting awkwardly. The man was just too eager to try to get a taste of her, and the soft feeling of her buds on his tongue made his hips twitch, desperate from any friction.
Even if it was messy, she could only moan and tug his hair in pleasure - even if uncoordinated, his tongue felt so delicious, her cunt gathering arousal quickly. “F-fuck, baby… more” she moaned as her hands didnt leave his blonde locks.
He was completely in ecstasy as he heard her needy voice, nodding as he kissed his way down her body, playing with the lace on her underwear. He softly kissed the fabric and pulled it down, almost ripping it because of how excited he was. He looked at her wet cunt and gaped, as if he was seeing paradise for the first time.Quickly, he fumbled as he removed his shirt, opening his belt and laying on his front, putting her legs on his shoulders.
What now?
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Well, Leon had to think of every porn he has ever watched - not that those were accurate and all, but he could at least mimic the movements. But as he watched her wet cunt throb, everything flew away from his mind, he just craved her, and her taste. Before she could say anything, his face moved forward and he licked her clit wantonly - he wasn't even timid about it, his tongue was firm and sure, making her body arch from the bed, her gentle hands moving down to tug his hair.
“Fuck, Leon!” she whined, sensitive from his eager muscle moving against her bundle of nerves
“Wanna make you feel good, baby… need you to drench my face” he said in muffled words, as he still ate her out, his hands holding her hips and thighs tightly.
The only thing guiding Leon was her reactions at where his tongue passed, her moans getting especially louder when he rolled and sucked the little button above her cunt lips, so he kept his work there. If Leon died now, he would die as a happy man. Her pussy tasted sweeter than his favorite candy, and the wet sounds caused by the suctioning sounded so, so sinful, he just couldn’t stop. 
He was so focused on the sensation that he didn’t even realize when her legs started shaking around him and the grip on his hair grew tighter. “B-baby, G-gonna cum!” she moaned desperately, looking down at him and biting her lips, her cheeks being fully flushed.
“Please, cum on my tongue, need it, need to taste it…” he rambled as he sucked and rolled his tongue viciously, his rough hands holding her hips down, not letting her squirm away from his grasp. 
Soon, she saw fireworks and exploded against his mouth - of course that man made a woman cum on his first time, he was Leon S. Kennedy after all. She laid shaking on the bed, pushing his head away and closing her legs for the moment, as Leon had to lower his pants and underwear, watching her explode almost made him cum in his pants, he needed to feel her now.
He gently parted her legs again, his hands caressing and feeling up her body as he was addicted to the feeling of her skin, as they shared soft kisses. When they felt she was ready, he slowly rubbed his head against her entrance and clit, making both moan - Leon  had to think about very disgusting things, otherwise he would cum like a horny teen and he wouldn’t even be inside her. 
“Are you ready, baby? We can back down if you want to” she assured him once again, caressing his face lovingly as both looked at each other with a shared and intense passion. 
He shook his head, smiling and kissing her forehead “love, I adore when you are sweet, but I need to fuck your brains out or i’ll go insane” he chuckled, and his hand guided just his tip in.
Just the tip, and she swallowed him with vigor, making Leon let out a choked out moan. It was only the head, and yet, he felt his cock throbbing and twitching, he really needed to hold back, otherwise this would end sooner than he would’ve liked.
Slowly, his entire shaft was inside her, and Leon swore he was seeing stars, just like those old cartoons. Holy shit, is that what sex was like? Now he gets it. He should call off work this week and spend with her in bed, fucking and working up his stamina.
“You can move, baby” she whined impatiently. God dammit, woman, mind your tone! If she kept talking to him like that, he would absolutely blow in his first thrust.
He nodded and began moving, and if he wasn’t hitting that gummy spot, she would be laughing, the sight adorable - his face was red as if he was holding his breath, and his mouth was hanging open as he watched his cock slide in and out, getting creamier and creamier with her cunt juices.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled the man into a kiss, making his knees buckle and his hips move in a grinding motion, his hair ticking her puffy pussy as their moans were drowned in their kisses. Her nails scratched his back, being enough to create red lines but not really hurt him. 
While both were losing their minds, the only sounds in the room were loud moans, some bed rattling and their skin slapping. His hips - thankfully - met a more pleasurable rhythm, not too fast or slow. Enough to make him feel his cock on her cunt, while she felt her wet pussy molding into his dick.
“Fuuuuck, can’t hold it, can’t hold it” he moaned in almost unintelligible moans, holding their hands together as his hips started to falter and her thighs went more rigid as the pleasure waves flowed through them.
“Come inside, baby, mark me, let it all go” she said aiding him
Soon, like her words casted a spell on him, he filled her up as her walls closed on him, thankfully cuming together. Both laid there regaining their breaths, Leon resting his head right against her heart beat - the best song he has ever heard. She guided him for another gentle kiss, both smiling like idiots in satisfaction.
Leon was a full man now! And he didn't even embarrass himself, knowing he made her come and fucked her properly! He looked at the wall on the nightstand to verify how long he managed to go and… wait, what the fuck? Only seven minutes? No, no, he needed to do better! 
Pulling him away from his paranoia, she looked at him with heart eyes and whispered “That was the best birthday ever. Thank you for making all of this special. it was perfect”
For the first time in the night, he blushed and nuzzled into her neck, whispering back “It really was. Couldn’t imagine doing this without you. Thank you for being so patient and staying”
“Would wait forever if it meant being with you” she simply answered, making his heart soar.
Leon was fine with the seven minutes now, after all, they had a lifetime to make up for it.
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diaryofaprettyprincess · 1 year ago
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stepdad!ghost x crybaby!girly!reader where he yells at her n it scares her cuz his voice is so deep n booming n she immediately starts crying. it all starts when he’s stressed because of a ton of paperwork he has to get done by that night and he hasn’t been able to because of different things that keep popping up. on top of that, he has to watch over you because your mom is out of town for a few weeks doing god know what.
so it’s safe to say he’s beyond stressed.
it all comes crashing down when you come skipping into his at-home office, a dvd in your hand for a movie he had promised you two would watch that day—before he was emailed a ton of paperwork.
you skip over to him, a small, “what’re you doin?” leaving your lips quietly as you peer over his shoulder.
he knows you just want attention right now, and god, does he want to give it to you.
but he can’t right now, and unfortunately for you, you don’t realize it.
he replies to your question with a gruff, “paperwork.” as he rubs his temple with his index and middle.
“oh.” your reply is short, and you look down at the dvd in hand sadly. “thought we were gonna watch a movie?”
simon tries to ignore the disappointment in your voice, because he knows he would immediately drop everything for you, but he just can’t.
“i know, love, but ‘ve got so much shit to do..what about tomorrow?” he asks, now watching u walk around to the front of his desk as you lean forward on it with your hands planted on the hardwood.
“tha’s what u said yesterday..” you pout, and simon can feel his irritability building in his blood. he doesn’t want to take any of his stress out on you, but if you push further, he’s worried he might.
“i know, princess. ‘m sorry, okay? i promise we will do it tomorrow.” he is now shuffling through his work.
you hate when he isn’t paying attention to you.
your eyes burn as you begin to feel tears sprout to them.
“si..” you squeak, trying to express that you feel lonely—what, with your mom being out all of the time. however, simon seemingly ignores you, too lost in his work. trying to get his attention, you call him what you know will achieve that. “daddy, can u take a break? please?” you beg, fidgeting with the dvd case. ghost’s heart squeezes in his chest at the nickname.
he mentally shakes his head. he has to focus.
“y/n, i already gave you my answer.” he speaks, his voice edging on pure annoyance.
“b-but you promised me! you always have somethin’ more important than me!” you’re fully crying now, and simon genuinely feels bad, but he just has so much to do.
he sighs, standing up to grab a pen from the coffee table. you follow behind him, crying.
“why’re you ignorin me?” you sob, and ghost rolls his eyes. he knows if he doesn’t look at you he won’t give in.
“y/n, stop.” he spits, walking back to his desk and hunching over to sign something.
you continue blubbering nonsense until— “enough! fuckin’ christ!”
his eyes burn into yours until he sees your utter hurt and he’s immediately back-tracking.
“angel..” he says softly right before you run off, and he begins to follow until you slam your bedroom door in his face. “fuck.” he sighs, exhausted.
he knows he scared you. he’s never yelled at you like that before.
he can hear your muffled, hiccuping cries, and he rests his forehead against your door—eyes shut tightly.
he tries your door handle but it’s locked. he knows you need time to decompress right now, so he reluctantly goes back to work for another hour before checking on you.
“princess?” he knocks on your door, and he can hear the movie you two were supposed to watch playing on the tv in your room. “let me in, baby.”
he can hear the sound of you getting off of your bed, then the clicking of the door unlocking. you run immediately back to your pink bed, whimpering like a puppy out of fright.
simon sighs for what seems like the 20th time that day, sitting down on your mattress. his large hand rubbing over the expanse of your back slowly.
“sweet’art, lookat me,” he speaks softly. “didn’t mean ta scare you..’m sorry. jus’ was stressed, baby.”
you turn your head, and he can see the reddening of your puffy eyes from crying so much.
“awh, angel,” he kisses the top of your head, brushing the hair away from your face. “can you forgive me?”
his voice is so soft and gentle you want to cry some more.
you nod, chewing on your lower lip. simon’s jaw ticks as he traces his thumb over the slope of your nose and down to the cupids bow of your soft lips. “sweetest girl ever, y’know that?” he asks, and his heart flutters when you giggle.
he leans forward and gently places a small kiss on your lips.
JANDKD IDK IF I LIKE THIS BUT WHATEVER
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stevie-petey · 1 month ago
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hi hi i was just wondering you could maybee do a blurb between s3-4 of bug, robin, and steve having a sleepover or smth?? i just miss this trio and their dynamic so bad and i love how u write all of them as best friends.. platonic soulmates stobin is so serious to me and having bug be a part of that is so special
anon i giggled reading this request because its just so cutie <333
enjoy !
"can you pass me the popcorn?"
you hand the bowl over to robin, eyes never leaving the tv screen before you. grease is playing and you take sandy very seriously. "here you go."
"thanks, pretty girl."
you hum at robins praise, resting your head on her shoulder, warm and content. steves dad always insists on having the house run warm and the thick heat always drapes over you softly during especially late nights.
"why do you always call y/n 'pretty girl'?"
robin nearly chokes on her popcorn with how fast you turn to look at steve. "excuse me?"
"i-"
"oh, harrington." robin cackles. "need a shovel to finish burying that dead body of yours?"
"i-i mean youre gorgeous, y/n." he sits up on the couch, eyes wide and panicked. "like, the most beautiful woman ive ever seen and-"
"and yet robin calling me a pretty girl is bizarre enough to warrant questioning?" you cross your arms, movie long forgotten.
steve blanches. "no! thats-thats not how i meant it-"
"i call you pretty girl because you are a pretty girl, y/n." robin twirls your hair with her fingers, leaning in so close to you that her breath fans your skin. she kisses your cheek, loud and dramatic, and you giggle. "see? such a pretty girl, despite what steve may say."
"youre in my house, buckley."
"and yet im also in y/n's heart."
you squish your face against robins, pulling her into your side and reveling in her soft curves and lemon-y scent. "you live in my heart, robin."
steve lunges towards the two of you, a scowl on his face. "alright, break it up."
robin puckers her lips and blows air at him in retaliation and you weakly try to bat him off of you, though really your body molds to his hands and youre water underneath his touch. steve easily throws you over his shoulder and stands, causing you to screech in terror, as he laughs at you.
"any more snippy remarks?" he runs around the room, your head knocking against his hips as your feet kick at his head.
you pound at his skin, desperate to wring yourself out of his grasp yet cautious of the hardwood floor beneath you. "put me down!"
"not until your heart lets me in!"
"that doesnt even make any sense!"
"too bad!"
robin gets up from the couch and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. she ties the ends across her neck, draping the rest behind her in a pathetic attempt to create a cape. she holds her hands up at steve, puffing her chest out. "drop the girl!"
you shriek in terror. "do not drop me, harrington, or so help me god-"
"relax maam. im a hero. ive got this." robin swishes her cape and blocks steves path. he stares at her, bored, but even he cant hide his laughter at her awful costume.
"you know that i can carry you both, right?"
"what-"
and suddenly robins body gets thrown over his shoulder just as easily as yours had been, and the two of you scream and kick and laugh until your lungs ache.
steves laughter joins yours.
grease will have to be finished in the morning.
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At Home With Nobody To Hold
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Summary: You're missing your boyfriend during the holidays, unaware you're about to get the best present ever.
Track 5 of fruitcake - is it new years yet?
A/N: Gave family members some names(Nora, Ray, Sara, Ava, etc) definitely not from any DC show... *sigh* I miss legends
And I'm so jealous rn I need a bf like this now!!! This one shot is so cute got my giggling and everything-
I also was gonna have a comedic ending, but this ending is too cute that I just couldn't do it(but there is a jack hughes reference that I could not write without laughing)
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You sipped on your soda for what felt like the five hundredth time. You were on the balcony trying to ignore your grandmother's questions about grandchildren. The holidays sucked... but then again, you wouldn't have met your boyfriend Ethan if you hadn't gone to the Christmas party before break two years ago.
It sucks being so far away from him for a week, but you two had regular calls now and then. You just wished you could be with him right now.
Your cousin Nora opened the screen door and joined you outside.
"Oh god, you look like a mess." She chuckles. "Missing the boyfriend?"
"Missing the boyfriend." You confirmed with a sigh. "I thought I would be fine with it, but here we are."
Nora nodded to your words. "Yeah, long distance is a bitch but you'll live. You two been through this sort of stuff before."
"I hope so." You mutter under your breath.
"Dinners about to start, think you'll be able to suck it up for an hour." Nora looked at you.
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah yeah I'll be fine."
Suddenly your phone starts to ring, seemly ending the conversation there. You looked at your phone, it was Ethan.
"You guys go on without me, gotta take this." You placed your soda down and answered the phone, Nora going back in the house.
"Hey baby." Ethan's voice rang through the winter air.
"Hey. What are you doing?" You asked, fiddling with your sweater.
Ethan hums. "Oh, nothing. Just watching some Christmas movie."
You nod. "We're about to have dinner."
Ethan stayed silent for a moment. "Oh damn I called you at the wrong time then."
"No, you didn't." You laugh. "I'll always make time for you, you know that."
Ethan's heart swells at your words, a smile breaking out on his face. "Where are you again? Your moms?"
"No, I'm at my grandma's house. She keeps asking me about you and... grandkids." You explained. "Wish you were here to suffer with me."
Ethan laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure that'll be fun, watching you get all flushed."
You laughed at his words. "If anything, it's embarrassing. I mean, we aren't even out of college yet."
Ethan lets out a sigh. "Yeah, just a couple more months. Then we can finally move in together just like we always wanted."
"Yeah, in jersey." You groaned. "I love you and all, but I didn't know there were even cities in New Jersey. And the apartments... they... actually look nice."
Ethan laughed loudly over the phone. "You did not just say that."
"Well I've never been to New Jersey before!" You argued.
I'm so telling Luke about this." Ethan mutters.
"You aren't telling him anything." You hiss.
"Texting him as we speak." His voice was stern.
You looked back to the kitchen to see your family sitting happily and chatting. You start to imagine Ethan sitting next to your dad, laughing at whatever joke he said or him talking to your niece, agreeing with her on anything and everything. It made your heart break slightly.
There was shuffling on Ethan's end as he heard your sniffle.
"Hey babe you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah, just the cold." You answered.
"You should get inside then, get warmed up." Ethan noted.
"Yeah, I should." There was more shuffling on Ethan's end. "What are you doing?"
"Just getting in the car, quick stop to the store." He answered like it was obvious.
"Is it freezing there in Canada?" You asked.
"Uh, not really, which is surprising." Ethan joked.
You went back inside and sat on the couch, suddenly there was a doorbell at the door.
"Maybe you should get that." Ethan said.
"Right cause I'm the only one that isn't occupied with food in their mouth." You chuckled. "Be right back."
You got up and headed towards the door, expecting trade marketers. You unlocked the door, and your jaw dropped.
"Ethan? Ethan! What-what are you doing here? I thought you were with your family."
"You needed me more." He looked down at you as he kissed your forehead.
"Y/N, who's at the door?" Your grandmother, Sara appeared in the doorway. "And who is this fine young man?"
Your face flushed as you cleared your throat as you came up with a reply, Ethan coming up with one before you did.
"Oh, my name's Ethan." He introduced himself. "I'm Y/N's boyfriend."
"Ethan?" Your dad, Ray appeared. "Oh come on over here."
Ethan chuckled as he gave your dad a hug.
"Looks like you won't be grumpy this holiday after all." Nora joked, to which you scoffed at.
Ethan made his way back to you. "I forget something." His hands resting on your waist.
Ethan grinned at your confused face and leaned in and kissed you passionately, ignoring the cheers from your grandmother. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours for a moment.
"I love you." He mumbles seemly lost in your eyes.
Your hand caresses his cheek. "I love you too."
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