#his fucking GAGS and STUNTS

[saucy-mesothelioma]

[a-person-on-the-internet]

I love movies that are silly but I also absolutely hate silly movies. The former is a movie that has silly elements but also has other things in it to justify existing. The latter isn't even silly because the sillyness was designed by committee and committees can never be silly. Sillyness must originate from the weirdest person you know writing a silly bit but also that person has feelings and opinions on the world around them that impact what they find silly and how they execute their silly bit. Sillyness cannot come from a committee because committees homogenize the human experience into bland palatable mush that pleases no one.

This is about the minecraft movie's "the children yearn for the mines" 'joke', btw. and all the other 'jokes' the movie attempts to make. It's sillyness dictated by committee and therefore is not silly, zany, or whimsical at all. It somehow looks worse, because the first trailer made me think this would be bad in a train-wreck fun-because-i-can't-look-away kind of way, but it's clearly going to be bad in a mediocre-slop-created-by-a-marketing-team-and-without-creatives way, and that's way less interesting. Or, more importantly, silly.

[merakidoll]

sundress season!

he was oddly intrigued by the way your ass was bouncing so much in the long bodycon dress. he decided to walk behind you to the basketball court where everyone waited for the two of you guys arrival. “damn mama i’m making that shit fat” he chucked placing a hard slap onto your ass immediately pausing in his steps when there was no extra fabric - other than the dress, stoping you from feeling it.

“damn, stop that hurt!” you pushed him rubbing your butt then going back to walking, stopping when you didn’t hear any footsteps behind you. turning he stood with a mug, eying you with hard eyes, and a stern look. “what?” you questioned giggling in your head because your plan was working perfectly. “you ain’t got no panties on?” “well .. no?”

“that’s a good girl” you now knew you had completely fucked up. your man quickly dragged you into an alley way, his hands held yours against the wall and above you- his cock being stuffed deep into your throat. gags, spit, and cum came from your full mouth, your throat contacted gargling saliva on his tip, tongue licking the base of his large dick in confidence that he wasn’t completely bitching you out.

“l-lost your fuckin mind ma’ma, mmm good slut. choke on my shit” putting both of your hands in one of his, he caressed your cheeks throwing his head back and shooting his cum deep into you making your swallow as soon as it shot out.

after that day you never thought to pull a stunt like that again, who am i kidding. yes you did.

onyankopon, aran, connie, eren

[queenie-the-court-jester]

OH FLUFFY STORY, UHM uhm, Cupid! Reader accepts and slowly tries to patch up his wings and he turns into a househusband HAHAHA I think it be Hella cute to come home to a cutie wearing an apron 'kiss the chef!' and then you hug him and tousle his hair and he just has this stupid bright happy grin on his face.

💌sweetheart mentally scarred the both of you with the whole 'cutting wings off' stunt. You still shivered whenever you'd find a pink feather hidden somewhere. Since the bones really hurt and we're uncomfortable when he'd try to sleep, you carefully cut them off with some specialized tools you found on amazon for half price

💌 leaving them as little nubs and gently rubbing soothing lotion on the areas around. All while he let out happy little groans, leaning into your touch. All the pain was so worth it, because now you're both married! Roomies

💌at first he was banned from the kitchen since he almost burned it down trying to heat up milk. But with enough cooking lessons and precautions he got the hang of it. Packing you cute little lunches and doing all the housework. He has this little fantasy where you come home from work everyday and lay him down and stroke his cock and-

💌 he's a pervert. Going through your underwear to save for personal use. Where does he hide it? Who knows. He practically salivates when ever you walk around the house naked, no matter how many times he sees you in the nude, he always gets a boner and a nosebleed

💌he somehow convinces you to actually get married with him? Where the hell did he get those rings and marriage papers from- expect him to be whining about wanting kids next. Sweetheart learns how to bark like ishowspeed...

💌 turning him into an honorable member of society was the biggest challenge ever, he's so strange and odd. Sometimes you lose him in crowds only to find him up a tree moments later. You had to buy multiple matching couple shirts just so people could return him

💌 sweetheart started growing out his hair, you brushed it off as him trying a new style. but In reality he got the delusional idea that if he grew his hair out long enough he could tie you up with it and fuck you stupid like a good husband should

💌don't let him eat sugar, he'll get a sugar rush and zoom around the house like crazy. Biting you and demanding to let him suck your nipples. What is with this man and sucking nipples. You need to put a gag on him or something before he wants to start sucking your genitals

[running-with-kn1ves]

Congrats on 5k!!! Can we get the possessive facetime bf and "you should have known better than to cheat on me" please :D

A/N: Thank you! And tbh I made this a smutty smut smut as well b/c i feel like this is how possessive bf would handle the situation. Aka poorly.

CW: dubcon NSFW, gagging & bondage, penetration (GN Reader), reader flirts w/ someone else, reader & possessive bf originally both intoxicated

It was too late for this. Or maybe, too early. You lost track of time long ago, glowy green numbers on your alarm clock reading 1:45 AM when you first stumbled back home with the pissed drunkard beside you, dragging you inside by your arm. You were practically sober now, your headache screaming as you felt the blissful simplicity of being tipsy leave your throat. You wish you drank more, did something more outrageous than give some stranger your number. Maybe you should’ve kissed him, should’ve stuck your hand down his pants instead of batting your eyelashes. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to face your boyfriend’s wrath-- he’d have been too heartbroken to even think of reprimanding you. 

But it didn’t matter now, not when he decided to deprive you of your senses while pumping round after round inside of you. It was a form of white torture, he hystericaly answered when your arms were jerked behind you, tied with what you thought might’ve been a makeshift restraint or a necktie, but was instead harsh braided rope meant for cattle or ransom victims. It scratched your wrists as he pulled your head back by a fistful of hair, promising that “you’ll be begging for his forgiveness by the end of this.”

With the blindfold he seemed much too prepared to have wrapped around your eyes, Malachi ripped off your skimpy underwear meant for the club, stuffing it in your mouth and narrowly avoiding your biting teeth. 

When you both went to celebrate his cousin’s birthday party at a nightclub, you had partly decided to ignore him for treating you so possessively the past month, logic being thrown out the window with the sudden accompaniment of lemon drop shots and a handsome stranger showing you more interest than your jealous, pissed off boyfriend had in ages. You felt wanted, desired. It was nice, even when you felt daggers in your back, and a tugging hand on your shoulder every five minutes. The last straw was when you wrote your scribbled, illegible phone number on the strangers’ arm. 

Saying Malachi was enraged was an understatement. You were jerked away, stumbling and laughing as you blew a kiss to your midnight affair. Did you want more? You didn’t know. All you knew, is you wanted a fun night out without having to cater to your obsessive boyfriend’s every need. You wanted to feel sexy, lusted after. 

But maybe you should’ve pulled that stunt at a time when Malachi wasn’t around. Then, you wouldn’t be sobbing behind the gag, hearing the wet squelches of cock being bullied inside of you. Your insides felt bruised, nipples tugged and bitten as Malachi slamed in, in, in from below. 

Normally, you’d have the power when sitting on top of him, grinding and allowing him to lay limp. But with your thighs spread apart on his flank, hands against your ass and every sense blurred, he thrusted into you as you barely held yourself up. 

“This.. is.. what.. you get--!” He huffed, snarling as he slapped the growing welt on your ass cheek. You heard his gasped gag, hips stuttering with his broken orgasm splaying inside of you. 

Which orgasm was this? You couldn’t remember, the vibrating toy milking out your sweet spot still going as a mixture of clear-white came to coat Malachi’s dick. He hadn’t eased you in, hadn’t given into the foreplay he’d usually tease you with, even when he normally hate-fucked you. 

“You know better..hng, been taught, time, and time again… hah,” You tried to squeeze your legs shut to keep him out, but the hands keeping you lifted moved to violently pull your knees apart. You fell onto his chest with a choke, the sweat dripping from your cheeks mixing with the caked layer on his chest. “You’re just making it too easy for me to punish you, huh?”

You muffled through the gag, prating incomprehensibly as the painful overstim of your lower half was worsened by this new, weak position. 

Malachi lazily rutted up into you while coming off his high, pressing your hips down each time to enter deeper. He always went to the hilt of his cock, so deep inside that it made your walls ache and splinter. 

“I’d almost say you’re a masochist fr’me,” He panted, lifting you by the jaw to look into his eyes. “ Wanna be pounded by me for flirting with other guys, cheatin like a common streetwalker, mm’?”

You shook your head, unable to see him but knowing those green eyes were boring into you. 

“Seems like you still don’t fucking get it then. Well, we’ll be here until you do.” 

The gag was pushed deeper down your throat with his thumb, hips rising as he let go of spreading your cheeks to stabilize you. Skin smacked against skin as he pounded up, letting your poor hips fall each time he burrowed out. 

“I can’t!” You muffled, the tight pain of another rising orgasm coming beginning to blind you. You couldn’t take this one, your body wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

Attempting to slide off, you tried to maneuver your legs away, arms still bound as you struggled to inch off of him. If he was as tired as you, maybe you’d get a chance away. 

“Oh no you don’t,” He growled, digging blunt nails into the fat of your thighs with one hand, while the other tugged at your scalp. “Think you get to rest? Get a chance to relax after cheating on me?”

The encircling vibrator was turned up tenfold with the sudden drop of your hair, fingers moving to tug at your ear. “No way, not leaving until I THINK you’ve suffered enough.” 

Malachi got close, licking a long stripe inside its canal as he jutted into your weeping entrance faster. The squeaks of the mattress made you cringe, hearing the wetness of his cum layering between your ass and thighs, falling to the sweaty sheets. 

His heaves for air grew louder, pushing your shoulders back to force you upright again. You still slouched, even with Malachi’s arm tugging your restrained hands down backwards. 

“Gonna take my cock like the.. Hungry whore you’ve been..take it till you’re sorry. And even then, Hah…” He laughed, a pissed and out of breath laugh that made him work harder to bruise your furiously drenched hole. “--still won’t stop cumming inside of you.”

You could only crack a groan each time his hips snapped up, in rhythm with his movement as you felt the vibrator bring you to the brink of another painful, consuming orgasm. Tears and drool dripped from your face alike as you prayed for him to nearly have his fix, lest you pass out from the ecstasy and suffering of another round. Atleast it wasn’t another painful edge session, your hazy mind tried to comprehend. Though at this point, you wondered if that’d have been better. 

“Waz.. Mnph, Drunk..” You tried to choke from the bundled up gag, hoping maybe he’d offer you some sympathy out of your previous lack of inhibition. 

“Sorry, baby. Doesn’t matter, still actin like you wanna fuck other guys n’ front of me,” He circled his hips upward, watching as your already open mouth created a sweet ‘O.’ You couldn’t help the noises you released anymore, not when he used what you liked and abused it--  but your moans seemed to satisfy Malachi.  “But you ready to say you’re sorry? Make it up to me, yeah?”

You nodded your head erratically,, wanting this to end no matter what you had to do. You were exhausted, the lessening vibrator making you sigh in relief despite the aching bruising still inflamed by the plunging cock hilted inside of you.

“Awe, you’re so cute. It’s not enough, though. Say sorry all you want, I wanna hear you.” The evil trick of the calming vibrator had snuffed your awareness, making you jolt when it was snapped back to a level 10. “But I’m not letting you off the hook when you still got so much left to pay for.”

[starlixers]

♫ if you’re not of legal age, stay off my page!

cw: cult mention, degradation, dacryphilia, mean dom sugu, safeword taunting, m!receiving oral, gender neutral as per uge 😌

this was a drabble and I just kept going.🧍🏾‍♀️something something if suguru was my bf I would, legitimately, worship the ground he walks on and I’m not joking. this geto lover shit gets SERIOUS

it’s so funny bc I see so many hcs that suguru geto would be absolutely WHIPPED for his lover and while I do think that’s true I think he would also love to be worshipped a lil ? he wouldn’t outright say it because he is not arrogant or boastful. unlike satoru, he is quiet in the way his presence commands respect and devotion, which is why if you even begin to have a thought of being a bit too friendly with another man or woman he is sooo quick to put you in ur place.. you see it in the way he looks down on you but not in condescension but rather just pure NEED to see you submit..

and if u have a bratty personality omfg good luck, babe!!!

something feral in me goes off if I think about how he likes to humiliate his lover too 🤤

like he is lowkey the type to record you crying all over his cock while you’re struggling to throat him. threatening to show it to the cult as evidence of what a disgusting whore you are (his words), of course he’d rather die than show off whats for his eyes only. this time as he looks down at you, there is definitely condescension in his intense gaze. but he doesn’t smile at you, his face is almost deadpan (as he tries so hard not to blow his load everytime you gag bc he is a pathetic loser sometimes too).

his gaze silently holds yours save for the occasional grunt. your sucking him so messily, he can’t help but call you a degenerate even though he likes it so much. he loves to see you submit.

when he sees that needy look in your teary eyes silently begging him to be merciful for once and just touch you, his hand will instinctively reach to stroke your hair, digging his fingers into your scalp as he gently thrusts into the warm cavern of your mouth. this is the most gentle you will get him all day, because he knows when he starts to fuck you, you’ll break.

suguru geto fucks MEAN when he’s mad at you. it doesn’t matter how big or small you are, he’s folding you like origami to teach you a lesson. bullying his fat tip into you over and over; he doesn’t care if you cum or not this is for him ? “be grateful you’re even getting dick after the stunt you pulled today. say thank you, sweetheart.” and I’m saying thank you every time 🧎🏾‍♀️

he will not hesitate to go until your crying. he likes that shit too, he’s such a freak. he loves to take you from behind and push your head into the pillows, effectively pinning you but not giving you the satisfaction of his warm skin against yours. usually when he starts to fuck you, he hold you until there’s no space between your bodies, he worships you. but now, he is merciless in the way he forces you to relinquish your usual place beside him and give into your place beneath him. in this moment, he is your idol and you will worship.

and it wouldn’t be so hard to do if his dick wasn’t so fucking thick. the initial stretch always burns so good; he gives you but a few moments to adjust before he’s pressing you down and pounding you. he has stamina out the ass, his pace is quick and steady and it feels too good. he will have you begging him to slow down, please let me catch my breath, it’s too much!!

im sorry but he really dgaf about it being “too much.” 😭🙏🏾

he’ll keep going, until you’re crying out loud with every harsh pound of his hips against the flesh of your ass and thighs. your skin is warm and raw as if he’s spanked you there but no; he’s just that fast.

and if you keep whining he is lowkey the type to lean down and taunt you to say your safeword. he’s expressed to you many times, if you say it he’s off you in an instant and he never wants you to feel like you can’t use it. but he knows you so fucking well. he knows that you do not want him to stop impaling you on his girthy cock. “baby, is it really too much? why don’t you say it then, hm? say the word and I’ll stop.” and he’s starts slowing down waiting for you to say it, but all you can do is cry and moan as you start fucking yourself back onto him. “knew it, you greedy slut. stop whining, now. take what I give you and say fucking thank you.”

if you think you can’t take it, you’re still going to take it because he said so.

I love reading cult leader fics and the mc is always scared but also horny….like thats so me omg…

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[intoxicated-chan]

CW ➳ female reader/no use of (Y/n), smoking use, oral (M), face fucking? praising, pet names (darlin’, baby), masturbation (F)...

His hands ran through your hair before tugging on them to pull you off his cock. He smirked at your face, flushed and teary eyed, mouth agape with saliva running down the sides of your mouth.

“Doin’ so well for me, darlin’.” He spoke with a cigarette in his mouth. He let you take him down your throat. He threw his head back and groaned.

“Yer somethin’ else.” He commented. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his length. Your hand slipped into your underwear, rubbing your clit vigorous.

Daryl chuckled, pushing you down further and having you gag on his cock. “Jus’ a couple more baby, then I’ll give ya want ya want.”

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[binsito]

warning: unprotected sex, mentions of m receiving oral sex, usage of the word "kitten" in a sexual connotation, very brief and minor degradation (reader referred to as stupid), nerd!seungmin in a college setting, semi public sex (sex in an empty classroom), i think that's all :]

nerdy college student kim seungmin who has never had a date nonetheless a girlfriend before in his life. too focused on his studies to even have a social life outside of his small squad of geeky friends.

he was used to being somewhat of an outcast, was used to the popular kids asking him for answers, especially the pretty girls with skirts that were way too short. at least sometimes he made some money off of selling his test answers or tutoring.

"don't you guys think he's kinda cute?.. he looks like he's packing.." you gossiped with your friends about him, they laughed and waved you off

"i'm serious you guys! i've seen his imprint before!" you defended but they were not entertaining you.

you were going to prove them wrong, if they weren't going to jump at the opportunity to fuck the cute nerd, then you were.

the next time you saw him, you asked him for help on a test, letting him know you could stay back after class ended so you two could work on it. you knew he charged for exams but you purposely didn't bring any cash.

class wrapped up and the two of you stayed back, there wouldn't be another class in here for the rest of the day so you were in the clear.

and as always, he did fantastic on the test, getting some questions wrong so it didn't seem so suspicious. you thanked him and he patiently waited for you to hand him his payment.

"oh no.." you feigned

"shit, seungmin.. i forgot the cash on my counter.. i'm sorry.." you pouted

"is there any other way i can pay you? i feel soo bad.. i don't wanna stiff you.."

seungmin had a feeling he knew what you were implying, he didn't want you to feel like you had to do that, he was gonna let it slide and just ask you to bring it next time but he also had a feeling you didn't really want to do that.

he also couldn't really help the blood rushing to his cock. he always thought you were the prettiest of the bunch, his heart always hammering in his chest whenever you would acknowledge him by name, even if it was just to get help on a worksheet.

you got underneath his desk on your knees, looking up at him with a pretty little smile. he knew this was definitely better than the fifty bucks he was going to charge you.

and you were so right about him.

his cock was nice and thick, tip red and drooly, a vein on his underside that was so sensitive.

and once he got over his initial shyness, he melted under your touch, enjoying the way your mouth took him, how you gagged on him and made a spitty mess of his cock. he had never been touched like this before, his hand could only do so much and even then he didn't get to touch himself often. pent up school stress surfacing and building up in the form of an orgasm deep within him.

and seungmin was demanding.

because how dare a stupid little kitten forget to pay him for all his hard work?

pulling you off by your hair and instructing you to get on the professor's desk because he wanted to fuck you there, that he wanted to teach you a lesson you'd never forget.

you knew the nerdy ones where always the most fun to mess with.

never in his wildest dreams did kim seungmin think he would be bending you over in an empty classroom and stuffing you full of his delicious cock. his hips slamming against yours as he dug his fingers deep into your side, you were a babbling mess on his cock, whining whenever he pulled out just a little too much.

"next time, don't forget okay? or i won't be as nice.." he growls

(he was hoping there would be a next time, that you would pull this stunt again.)

(you were definitely planning on it.)

"oh s-seungmin.. i don't want you to be nice.." you moaned, cheek pressed into the cold wood of the table but you were too busy enjoying the ridges of his cock inside of you to care about how uncomfortable it was.

he spanked you, wanting to see his handprint on your asscheek, his balls tightening at the sight.

"shit." he grunted

"i'm afraid you might fail this class if you don't let me tutor you.." he chuckled as he felt you clench around him, cunt so warm and velvety that he had to concentrate hard not to cum.

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[lordprettyflackotara]

if looks could kill || Colby Brock

smut, 18+, minors dni. tw: hate fucking? very angsty smut? some gagging shit too. ngl i got mad angsty towards the end so my bad guys💀

You had some fucking nerve.

As soon as Colby made out your small figure in the sea of everlasting dancing bodies, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He hated the effect you had on him, your smile practically illuminating the room.

It had been four months since you both had broken up, your relationship ending in pure hatred for one another.

He had cheated on you. You cheated on him.

Sam constantly referred to you both as the match from hell.

Colby had purposefully ignored all of that, avoiding you like you were the black plague.

Yet here you stood, boldly and proudly standing at his and Sam’s celebration party.

You were most certainly not invited. As Colby eyed you over his red solo cup, he wondered if he should publicly humiliate you by having security escort you out.

He glanced over at his best friend, Sam, who was laughing at a joke someone was telling him.

Colby sighed as he realized he couldn’t make this about him or you. Sam deserved a celebration.

He couldn’t allow either of you to be the center of attention. And you were wearing such a short dress Colby almost caught a glimpse of your panties.

The brunette excused himself, throwing his empty red solo cup in a random direction. The taste of straight liquor burned his throat, but the flames of his distaste for you were far more engulfing than alcohol could ever be.

You were at the drink table, pouring yourself a shot. Colby towered over you as he forced himself by your side, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” He hissed. You shrugged nonchalantly, setting the bottle of alcohol back down on the table.

“This is supposed to be the party of the year, you’d be stupid to think I wouldn’t come,” You replied. You tried to play it cool as you downed the shot, Colby’s hardened gaze not leaving your face. “Besides, I still support Sammy. He deserves all of this and more,” You say. Colby annoyedly looks around, ensuring that Sam’s attention was still on the group he was talking to previously.

“If you actually cared about Sam you wouldn’t be here. We’re a package deal, you know that,” Colby argued. You crossed your arms, staring up at your ex lover. His brunette hair had grown out just a little bit more, his jawline just a tad more defined than the last time you had really looked at him.

“You’re not one in the bedroom,” You replied, causing Colby to snap. You knew the mere thought got under Colby’s skin, every single time. He took a step towards you, staring down at you. “He would never fuck you, get that sick thought out of your head,” Colby growled.

You giggled playfully as you leaned forward, twirling his black tie around in your hand. “You didn’t have a problem with the idea when we were together. What was that you wanted to try? Him fucking me and you watching?” You asked innocently.

That was it.

Colby hastily grabbed your wrist, leading you through the endless waves of people. His grip was harsh and his pace was fast, causing you to almost stumble behind him in your heels. He led you to the closest bathroom, practically throwing you inside. The brunette locked the door behind the both of you, before shoving you against the bathroom door.

“Get it through your thick skull. You’re not welcome here. Sam’s not going to fuck you. Whatever stunt you’re trying to pull isn’t going to work,” Colby said firmly. You never failed to frustrate him, your eyes looking up into his curiously. He took the brief moment to study your face in the odd yellow lighting. Your eyelashes were longer, your lips slightly more plump.

Why were you so difficult?

Colby stepped away hesitantly, allowing you to stand up straight. You brushed off your dress, standing still.

“Why are you still here? Didnt you hear me? Sam’s not going to fuck you-” Colby snarled. You took a step closer to him, yanking him towards you by grabbing his tie. You wrapped your hand in the lacey material, causing Colby’s breath to hitch. Your faces were an inch apart at most, Colby’s cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink.

“You never said you wouldn’t fuck me though,” You purred. Colby eyed you carefully, searching your face for any signs of sarcasm or future torment. You were serious, your grip on Colby’s tie not loosening. Colby stood up straight for a moment, forcing himself away from you.

You were so tempting. His eyes scanned your body, soaking in every curve and inch of your soft skin. Truth was, as much as Colby hated you, he couldn’t find it within himself to get over you. You were like a drug addiction. He found himself trying other drugs to soothe over his lust for you, but those women never satisfied him the way you could.

The way you challenged him. The way you would eventually crumble and fully submit to him. You willingly became his fuck doll in the end, your cunt taking his cock better than any other woman could. Colby licked his lips, unsure if he should take a bite of the forbidden fruit.

“Thats what you came here for, wasn’t it?” He asked you. Your innocent act faded, your eyes darkening as you placed your hands on Colby’s shoulders. “I would’ve taken Sam, but no one is as good as you,” You confessed. Colby bit the inside of his cheek, before his resistance finally faded.

Fuck it.

His lips found yours before you could take another breath. Colby’s lips were as needy as yours, his large hands slithering down your body. Your body was pushed back on the bathroom door, a gasp escaping your lips as Colby devoured the sound. “You’re so filthy. Coming here dressed like that for everyone to see,” Colby panted. His nimble fingers found the zipper to your dress, yanking it down as his tongue found its way into your mouth.

You groaned as his hands grabbed the flesh of your ass, his grip almost bruising. “Says the one dressed in a suit and tie. Did you honestly believe you’d take another bitch home? Some blonde girl that would let you put your tie in her mouth as a gag?” You replied mockingly. Colby smacked your ass, your arguing lighting a fire under him.

This.

This right here is what Colby missed the absolute most.

This was what ignited the flame in his relationship with you, but also diminished it.

Your smart ass mouth.

In a swift motion he yanked off his tie, glaring down at you.

“Open your fucking mouth. I’ve had enough of you talking,” Colby growled. You obeyed him mockingly, flattening out your tongue and opening your mouth for him. For a brief moment the idea of face fucking you into oblivion crossed his mind, but it quickly faded. He didn’t want to use you, he wanted to feel you.

Colby shoved his wadded up tie into your mouth, relishing in the sight of you gagging just ever so slightly.

He began kissing down your neck, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside into the sink. Colby smirked into your skin as he began to suck hickies into your tender skin, your moans muffled by the gag. “Gotta remind you who you belong to,” Colby muttered, littering your skin with bright purple and brown marks. He huffed as he lowered himself down further, his cock growing harder by the minute.

Your small hands found his hair as he kissed your breast, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so. His eyes were an endless sea of lust that you were going to drown in. He took your left nipple into his mouth, your muffled groans music to his ears. Your bud hardened in his mouth, the sensation making your eyes flutter shut.

Colby cupped your pussy, teasingly rubbing your folds. He released your breast with a pop, a ring of saliva coating your stimulated nipple. “If you don’t look at me, I stop. You understand?” Colby asked. You forced yourself to open your eyes, to swim above the high waters of lust that were rising. You nodded, looking down at the brunette man as he fully settled onto his knees.

He examined your lacey black panties, smirking.

“You wore my favorite set for me? You really are my personal whore,” Colby snickered. He yanked down your panties in a swift motion, your cunt practically dripping. You spread your legs, giving Colby more access as you tugged lightly at his hair.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Colby murmured, leaning forward. His fanned his hot breath over you teasingly, enjoying watching you squirm. You audibly whimpered, the sound muffled by his tie. Teasingly he kitten licked right over your clit, causing you to buck your hips involuntarily.

“Needy aren’t we?”

Colby’s hands gripped your thighs, before licking a stripe up your cunt. You moaned his name into the gag, your eyes never straying his. Colby’s mouth and tongue were relentless, assaulting your clit and sucking your juices like his life depended on it. He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers, your taste causing him to go feral.

He brought two fingers to your aching cunt, slowly pushing them into your entrance. You tugged at his hair, causing him to quietly groan as he pushed his digits inside of you. Your walls were squeezing around him, desperate for release. “This is when you look your prettiest. Your body begging for me like this,” Colby told you, his eyes wondering down to your cunt.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot you like hit most. You moaned loudly into the gag, your sinful noises giving Colby a bigger ego by the moment. That was another thing he adored about you, your ability to involuntarily make him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Colby began finger fucking you quickly, your body beginning to tremble as the cord inside of you began to become tighter. He used his other hand to draw fast circles around your clit, your thighs shaking. “That’s it. Good fucking slut. You’re doing so good for me. You filthy thing,” Colby said, swallowing as he watched your thighs begin to tremble.

Fuck. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m gonna cum Colbs- fuck!” You groaned, your words muffled but still coherent through the gag as your orgasm crashed over you quickly. Your thighs trembled as your walls spasmed around Colby’s fingers, the feeling alone enough to haunt his fantasies for the next month.

Colby stood up quickly, yanking the tie out of your mouth and undoing his belt. You smiled as your high began to settle down. “You’re not half bad at giving head,” You teased. The brunette shoved his pants and boxers down quickly, his hands hungrily gripping your waist. “Fucking jump,” He ordered. You did as instructed, your back flat against the bathroom door.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The taunting tone of your voice, the haunting gaze of your eyes. He needed you now.

“You’re lucky I was feeling nice, next time i’ll skip foreplay and just make you take me,” Colby muttered, coating the tip of his cock with your slick. You whimpered as he brushed against your clit, before beginning to shove himself inside of you. “There won’t be a next time asshole,” You argued weakly, your walls stretching out to accommodate Colby’s size.

Your words made Colby roll his eyes, bucking his hips into yours aggressively. You whined as his cock fully sank inside of you, his tip brushed against your cervix. “There will always be a next time. You’re stupid if you think otherwise,” Colby panted, his cock twitching as you squeezed him. He began to move, dragging you up and down on his cock.

You began to groan his name, his hand flying over your mouth. “What did I say? This party is for Sam, not you. So shut the fuck up,” Colby snarled. You bit your bottom lip as you yanked his hand away from your mouth, glaring at him as he hit your g spot. “You’re so miserable Colby. I’m going to find a nice man and settle down one day. You’re going to be the fuckboy of youtube forever. That’s your punishment for what you did to me,” You argued, your words laced with venom.

Colby pinned you flat against the door, his cock buried inside of you as his eyes searched yours for a glimpse of the old you. The one he had before you cheated on him.

“Oh yeah? Guess what your punishment is?” Colby asked mockingly. You raised your eyebrows, before he snapped his hips into yours. You moaned loudly, clamping a hand over your own mouth to keep quiet as Colby’s brutal pacing began to quicken. His hips were relentless, his stamina unfazed as he held your body up against the door.

“Your punishment is this. You feel my cock? How good it makes you feel?” Colby huffed, gripping your skin harshly. You nodded weakly, his cock abusing your cunt to Colby’s liking. “You’ll never be able to replace me. It doesn’t matter what shrimp dick fuck you end up with. You’ll always think of me. You’ll always think of this,” Colby growled. He was going feral, his hips moving on their own as he quietly groaned your name.

You gripped his shoulders, wrinkling his crisp white button up. “I hate you Colby Brock,” You replied, biting the inside of your cheek to refrain from making anymore unholy noises. Colby grinned at your insult, before watching his cock go in and out of your dripping pussy. “I hate you too sweetheart. But fuck, you take me so well,” Colby muttered. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his cock continuing to use your cunt as it pleased.

His breath was hot as he groaned your name quietly, trying to avoid any outsiders hearing either of you. You hugged him tightly, allowing him to use you as he pleased. You loved the way his cock stretched you out mercilessly, then abusing your g spot into pure euphoria. “Colbs-” You began, trying to warn him of your oncoming orgasm. Colby gripped your flesh harder, as if he were afraid you’d disappear.

“I know baby, me too. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock,” Colby ordered weakly, his own orgasm approaching rapidly. Your body trembled as you came, your walls squeezing Colby’s cock tightly. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Colby moaned into your skin. His thrust continued, fucking you into overstimulation as you ride out your orgasm. “Colbs, cum inside of me, fucking please,” You whined. Colby chuckled darkly as he lifted up his head.

He was proud of you in an odd way.

“I knew you were still my cumdumpster,” Colby said darkly, before bringing his lips to yours. The taste of your lips sent him over the end, his cock twitching and spilling his seed inside of you. You struggled to keep up with his needy lips, your body gone completely limp as his seed filled you. He pulled away slowly, his lust fading and usual distaste for you returning.

Colby slowly set you down, doing as he always did. He looked around, grabbing the closest hand towel and running it under the tap water. “Just breathe for me, okay?” He murmured. You did as instructed, focusing on your breathing as he wiped your overstimulated cunt. He cleaned you up, tossing the rag aside.

He handed you your bra and panties, before dressing himself quietly. It always ended this way, the two of you dressing in silence after a good fuck. You never understood why he bothered to clean you up. As you put on your dress, the brunette was quick to help you zip up the back zipper. You both were facing the mirror, the reflection showing people both of you used to be.

You gave Colby one last glance before slipping out of the bathroom, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.

He slipped out not long after you, the remaining guest seemingly unaware of the sinful act that had occurred moments before. He snaked his way through the smaller crowd, returning to his place beside Sam. His best friend was happy to see him, giving him a drunken smile.

“Hey dude, where’d you go? I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Sam asked. Colby shrugged, accepting the cup of liquor Sam had passed him. “I’ve been mingling. You know how I am,” Colby lightly joked. Sam signaled for him to come closer, as if he had a secret to tell him. The blonde placed one hand on his shoulder, before quietly telling him the realization he had:

“Y/n is here. I don’t see a problem with her being here but I know you guys have a history so I thought i’d let you know,”

Colby shrugged as nonchalantly as he could, his thoughts circling around being buried in your cunt just minutes ago.

“Thats fine man. I don’t really care. Where’s she at?” He asked curiously. The brunette figured you would’ve left, having completed your goal of him fucking you. Sam pointed at you in the mist of the crowd, an influencer Colby didn’t recognize with you.

He watched as you grinded your ass against the man, his hands gripping your waist. The waist Colby’s hands were on minutes earlier. You caught Colby’s eye, sending him a flirty wink as you continued to dance with the stranger. Colby’s gaze hardened, fire dancing in his eyes of envy as he eyed the stranger.

If looks could kill, the strange man standing where Colby should’ve been would be dead.

The only thing that broke Colby’s hardened stare was Sam’s question:

“Hey dude what happened to your tie?”

[lxvvie]

@fatedeniedhope, our conversations run the gamut from hilarious to riveting and this one was no different. This list is based on this TikTok and since it's Halloween, why not? So, how would the boys react to you talking to them through the camera?

Capt. John Price - Price is the one who channels his Peepawness, stops mid-cigar puff, and squints real hard at the camera all judgemental and shit.

Gaz - May or may not have been startled. It doesn't help that the evening before was spent watching horror movies with you and Gaz was already a little on edge being home alone. Will deny that he jumped some. What the hell are you talking about, baby?

Alex Keller - Keller was busy manspreading and enjoying some downtime only for his peace to be interrupted by some amateur hacker, leading to, "Yeah? You see this?" and him flipping the camera off. Silence ensues and then he hears, "ALEX KELLER!!!!" "Oh, shit..."

Soap - The one who comes barging into the living room, having nearly slipped coming out of the shower with the towel barely clinging to his hips. "Looking good, handsome," is what you say in response, and the look of stunned silence on his face is fucking sending you—

Ghost - The one who was walking out of the living room when you pulled that little stunt. Cue Simon walking back and simply passing judgment with his stare at the camera.

Alejandro Thee Stallion - The one who has a delayed reaction because he is too focused on something else, and even then, all he gives is a quizzical look.

Rudy - He's like the husband in the link. You hear a bang in the kitchen and Rudy rushes into the living room, grabs the pets, and hauls ass... but not before checking to see if everything was off. Oh, and that apron you bought him as a gag gift that time? He's wearing it lmao.

König - The one who goes eldritch-gremlin-Call of Köthulu-John Wick because it's time to kick some names and take some ass. You have to calm him down and let him know it was just you. Damn, König.

Horangi - "Yeah? Wanna see more?" Oh my...

Graves - His inner sleaze comes out and Graves will smack his lips, smirk, and ask you if you're enjoying the show.

Roach - He's the one who'll stare into the camera all cute like a curious cat would which makes you laugh because his expression is hilarious. He starts laughing, too.

Keegan - Keegan.exe stops working and he disappears. Somewhere. You think. Uh... Keegan?

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Could I get 19 with the hunky Toji, pretty please? ❤️❤️❤️

Our first Toji request!

“Make me shut up then.”

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You squeal as Toji smacks your ass, the fat jiggling and turning red.

"Say it again. I dare you," he sneers in your ear. You knew you shouldn't, but couldn't resist.

“Make me shut up then.” You almost spit out. He grips your chin firmly between his large fingers, a wicked smile on his face.

"With pleasure," he growls. Without warning, he flips onto all fours, roughly bullying himself into your dripping hole. You cry and wriggle, struggling to take him in, only to be ruthlessly spanked again, his hand leaving impressions on your fleshy cheeks.

Your pussy is stretched to it's limit, and you whimper as he starts to fuck you. He shoves three of his fingers into your mouth, effectively quieting your noises.

"Such a noisy slut. Thought I wouldn't make you shut eh? Now be a good little fucktoy for my cock."

The roughness turns into pleasure and your eyes start to roll back into your head as he angles his tip and rolls his hips so that each rough thrust reaches your G-spot.

You almost choke on his fingers as you cum, saliva dripping from your mouth, slickness falling from your cunt. Your muffled noises draw out a deep laugh of amusement from Toji.

"Consider yourself lucky. Pull a stunt like this again, I might just buy you a ball gag."

Send me a prompt!

[panthrology]

ok first off love the geto fic!!!!! but i was thinking geto checking readers attitude. shes been on one all day and he just is finally over it. (maybe pussy slapping if comfortable with)

hii ‼️ thank you so much, appreciate the love from everyone 🙈☺️ MWAH

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cw : pussy slapping & brat taming. that's it tbh.

but yeah anon I hear ya. though since suguru's generally on the more chill side, I don't feel like he'd brat tame you in a way that's more hands on..at first.

in fact I think his way of brat taming you is simply doing nothing in your favor until you cave.

I doubt he'd mind at first, simply taking the unnecessary arguments, eyerolls, and snide comments all day. maybe even return your energy back a little.

but as time goes on his patience would thin, and your bad attitude would gradually start to piss him off. love takes patience, he knows that much; but when you bug him about this, or that in an argumentative manner with no valid reason, he finds you difficult to put up with.

especially after that little stunt you pulled last night.

“hey.” suguru interrupts your meaningless rant about him buying almond milk instead of regular milk and blah blah blah. if you really gave a fuck, you would've joined him on the grocery shopping.

“is this what we're doin’ right now?”

the ambiguity of his question makes you falter, meeting his gaze which..seems to be unusually intense.

“what?” your face scrunches up in confusion, “what are you even talkin’ about?”

oh, okay. he tongues the inside of his cheek slightly, it's milk for christ's sake.

“don't be like that. you know damn well that you need to fix that attitude and calm down.”

you scoff, not believing that your attitude is the most irksome.

“yeah, ‘cause my attitude is the biggest problem right now. don't piss me off suguru—you can't avoid and evade with your nonchalance out of this one.”

oh.

okay.

“it's like I gotta discipline you like a little girl, d'you even think about that?”

suguru asks, voice breathless as he watches you from above. arm slung over the back of the couch and you—kneeling between his spread knees and gagging with his cock stretching your mouth. “but I bet you didn't even do that. can't think with dick down your throat, can you?”

he sees the dip in your brow and grins, taking pleasure in the current power imbalance between you both. he could get used to this.

but as you raise your head to argue again, he simply keeps a firm hand atop your head, forcing you to take him down deeper. “..it'd be in your best interest not to argue with me, sweetheart.”

fine, you sharply inhale through your nostrils. if you ignore the sodden panties sticking to your skin—pussy calling for his name in morse code, you think you can soften him up a bit.

you suck him, slowly but surely while your hands stroke where your lips can't reach, your challenging gaze meeting suguru's own.

he keeps his hand firm on your head, lips parted and head tilted back against the sofa, making sure he keeps your mouth fully occupied. his toes curl inwards under his socks when you begin to bob your head, pleasure liquifying his legs.

you make a gargled noise when his bulbous tip nudges the back of your throat, reaching another hand further down—right down to give his balls a gentle squeeze.

“fuuckk—mhmm..you know what I like,” he moans in appreciation before closing his fist around your hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanks you off of him. “alright, enough. get up here.”

that didn't take very long, you think.

wiping your mouth from the spit and his pre, you rise with wobbly knees and plop next to him on the couch. he spreads your thighs in no time at all, kneeling between them. you sigh, sinking into the couch while your lids slip shut. waiting for his touch.

but nothing comes.

when you reopen your eyes, a smug suguru stares back at you and even lets a little chuckle slip. “funny how you just assumed that i’d give you what you want after your poor attitude.” suguru's eyes twinkle with amusement, tracing light touches against the gentle curve of your abdomen. gentle, soft, nowhere near enough.

“god, suguru, please! i said i was sorry.” frustration creeps into your tone, and you toss your head back onto the armrest.

“did you?” that simple question and the look he gives you makes you question yourself, the realisation that you in fact did not hit you like a truck.

shamefully, you avert your gaze. “..sorry.”

yet all you get is a head shake from suguru, lips pursed in a thin line, trace, trace, trace.

“the nerve. all that rudeness ‘n for what? i’m nothing but good to you..”

he trails off, observing the way your skin rises when his feather-like touch grazes your belly button, dipping his fingers lower to tug your underwear all the way down, flicking it off your ankle. “i still don't know where you get the audacity.” he smirks.

your pulse quickens, watching the way his knuckles brush against your inner thigh, going up, up.

you feel it before you hear it—a swift ‘smack!’ against your bare cunt has you whimpering and seizing up. the pain knocks you off your guard, before it bleeds into pleasure, the new feeling making you completely disoriented.

once suguru sees your shocked, wide-eyed gaze, his ego swells and he folds his arms, staring you down as if he were daring you to say anything—to backtalk him again.

beats of silence pass and the weight of what suguru just did barely has time to sink in before he does it again. it's wetter this time and has more momentum. the collision you makes your hips jolt violently, and your legs hike up to your chest as you flinch and cry out his name. hot tears slip from their confines and roll down your cheeks.

suguru, however, is having a time. he brings his hand up to the dim lighting of the room, watching your glistening slick coat his fingertips and palm before he speaks, his tone almost scrutinising.

“of course, you'd get wet from me rightfully putting you in your place. nasty girl,” he purrs before popping two fingers into his mouth, the familiar taste of you flooding his senses.

“sugu—” you choke on a little sob, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. you can still feel the sting right on your clit.

“i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. won't happen again.”

“yeah, it will. you're not foolin’ anybody here.” suguru rolls his eyes, swiping his forefinger against your swollen nub and your legs jitter at the contact. “y'know this is what happens to brats who can't check themselves, right?” he asks rhetorically.

he meets your gaze. “and I like to think that I have a good girl, who can behave in a way that doesn't have to make me do things like this.”

you nod weakly.

“thats what I know.” he nods once and pulls away. “i'll think about accepting your apology, but that depends on how well you can make me cum.” you hate to hear it. it takes everything in you not to groan or roll your eyes..but your heart jumps at the chance of redemption.

“c'mon then, on your knees pretty.”

© NEPTNSZN 2024 ★ please do NOT copy, repost or modify my pieces, apply credit when necessary.

[alemi-i]

boyfriend ! jeongin who . . ( NSFW !! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

# yjn x gn : reader ! ( smut + fluff ) ;

cw : jeongin is a perv , roughly any fluff but still! 🤗 , groping , slight exhibitionism? , cockwarming , jeongin loves ur thighs , oral ( m rec. ) lewd photography !!

a/n ; just a short hcs drabble bc i want jeongin so bad !! ❣️enjoy my bbs !!

wc : 444 !? ( not proofread. )

bf ! jeongin who loves to grope you, even while you guys are around the members; they dont seem to pay much attention to it, but your cheeks are scorching hot anyway, red and embarrassed by the stunt your sweet lover pulled. i mean– how could he resist? the way his long, slender fingers squeezed your plump curves was a sight for sore eyes.

“baby– stop.. we have guests over.” you shrieked, his brow arching. “look around and please tell me who gives a fuck.” he sighs, maintaining his hold on your ass. 

bf ! jeongin who loves when you cockwarm him while he’s playing games with seungmin and / or felix, bucking his hips into you when he craves stimulation. 

“fuck, you feel so good around me baby.” he coos, gripping onto his mouse tightly, relishing the feeling of your hole squirming and gushing around him.

bf ! jeongin who loves resting his head in between your thighs. you’re sitting on your shared bed, legs curled up, nearing your chest while your feet are nestled beneath the blanket. you’re scrolling on your phone until you feel big hands spreading your legs apart. you glance at the boy who’s now burrowing his head between your thighs, pushing them back together to squeeze his sides slightly, as the back of his head rests on your abdomen. 

“you’re a baby.” you sneer, continuing your business on your phone, while he presses soft kisses to your thighs.

bf ! jeongin who snaps quick photos of you while you’re choking on his cock because he can’t help but cherish the memory of your eyes becoming glassy and wet, and how they prettily look up at him while you bat your eyelashes. whenever his storage ends up full, he does not hesitate to buy more.

“fuck, baby– keep gagging on my cock like that, look so pretty.” he slurred, head thrown back and phone tightly held in his grip.

and of course, bf ! jeongin who always showers you in compliments and praises– outside of sex at least. reassuring you that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on, reiterating how he loves spending time with you and your silly jokes. he is especially the sweetest boy after sex, massaging your sore limbs and grabbing you a snack with a glass of water after you both finish off a scene.

“i love you baby, you’re always so good to me. thank you for dealing with me, you’re so pretty inside and out.” his words coated in honey, soothing the ache in your used cunt. 

“especially inside.” he snorts, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh as you groan at his comment.

[aayakashii]

Can I have a 11❤️ and 12❤️ fluffy fic for Ed please?

Also a 40❤️ and 41❤️ smutty fix for Leo?

Thank you! 😊

I had to choose between the Ed or Leo drabble, and since I had other similar Leo requests, I chose him, sorry 😭 I promise I'll write some fluff for Ed eventually (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) and thank you for liking my writing!! It means the world to me <3

35❤️ A kiss against a wall

40❤️ An impulsive kiss

41❤️ A kiss out of spite

Warning: spicy and kinda dubcon (?) Nothing that explicit, but still: MDNI.

Leo was sucking on a blueberry lollipop. Loudly. His lips puckered as he pulled it out of his mouth with a loud and aggravating pop. He then held it right in front of your lips.

“Lick it” he said, flatly, his face portraying no emotion. You could see how his tongue was stained blue and so were the insides of his lips.

You glared at him.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” you hissed, wishing you could throw daggers through your eyes and into his acid yellow irises.

He had you uncomfortably pinned against the wall of his room, his thigh forcefully shoved between your legs and one arm planted right beside your head.

He was close. Way too close for comfort. You could smell his designer cologne and look into the pores on his face – all perfectly closed and moisturized. His sweet breath fanned your own cheeks and you knew you looked like his absolute opposite: sweaty, flustered and haggard. Your heart beat fast inside your ribcage, but at least you knew it wasn't because you were excited at this development.

No. You just were fucking angry.

Leo shrugged.

“You've been avoiding me all day on purpose. Like, ignoring my dms and all. I had to grab your attention somehow, duh.” he wiggled the lollipop in front of you again “Come ooon. Lick it.”

You shifted in your position, but Leo barely budged. Goddamn the stupid strength of these ghouls, you thought.

You tried turning your head away from him, but he followed your movement anyway, head tilting to the side as he forced himself to stay under your gaze. He batted his eyelashes as he managed to make eye contact with you again.

You groaned.

“Of course I'm ignoring you. I'm not a masochist that's going to accept all your insults.”

He pouted, putting the lollipop inside his mouth again to give it a harsh suck – purposefully making an extremely grating and embarrassing sound.

You knew what he was doing, but you refused to let him have the satisfaction of flustering you.

“You used to be such a good pet, you know” he shook his head, feigning hurt “You used to accept everything I said with a nod and an ‘okay’. Where's my old and nicer Honor Roll?”

You laughed bitterly.

“Even I have my limits, Leo. I'm not going to give all my time and energy to some wannabe playboy influencer who can't do anything but be fake and mean.”

That seemed to have peeved him a bit more than you were expecting. You swallowed hard as you watched his gaze become bitterly cold. He pushed his thigh further against you.

“I said. Fucking lick it.” he murmured through gritted teeth, pushing the lollipop inside your mouth once you gasped at the friction of his thigh between your legs.

You hesitantly closed your lips, the artificial blueberry taste quickly coating your mouth as he rubbed it against your tongue.

“Suck it.” he began pushing the candy further into your mouth and you quickly complied, afraid he'd push too far just to make you gag.

You sucked the lollipop and a smirk slowly tugged the corner of Leo's mouth upwards. He patted your head once the hard candy was out of your mouth with a pop as well.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, breathlessly, while he stuck out his tongue, making a show of putting the candy, now coated with your saliva, back inside his mouth.

You grimaced when he hummed loudly. It was awful, having to admit to yourself that this little stunt of his was arousing you, as you felt an uncomfortable heat pool in your groin.

However, as you looked down, you realized how Leo was anything but unaffected as well – the tent in his pants was very much visible, and you gasped.

He grinned maniacally, extremely pleased at how you had noticed the bulge in his pants. Quickly, he pressed his hips against yours and grinded shamelessly, moaning pornographically right next to your ear.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to ground yourself so you wouldn't fall straight into his trap just because you got excited, of all things. You wouldn't allow this humiliation.

“Open your eyes” he mumbled breathlessly with the candy still inside his mouth “I have to have your eyes on me, otherwise none of this will be worth it” he completed, and you had a feeling he wasn't just talking about humping you like some horny teenager.

You breathed deeply as he kept on grinding against your core slowly, further awakening an unwanted pleasure in you.

“You hate me, Leo” you whispered against his cheek while he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

He giggled.

“And I love hating you” he raised his head, mumbling his words against the corner of your lips before taking the lollipop out of his mouth to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Fuck you.” you growled.

“I would like you to help me do that.” Leo moaned, as if your hatred towards him brought him great pleasure.

Without actually putting much thought into your actions, you snatched the lollipop out of his hand, placing it against your lips and pushing it against his.

Leo's eyes widened as your tongue swirled against the candy and prodded against his own lips. A satisfied chuckle resounded inside his chest once he understood what you were doing, and he quickly followed your movements.

You felt filthy as you kissed Leo, sharing the lollipop between your tongue and his. You two sucked and licked the candy, drool stained blue running down to your chins, and Leo whined against your mouth.

Like a whore, you thought.

You broke the kiss first, eyeing how his lips were fully stained blue, and you thought that yours probably looked the same. As you threw the accursed lollipop in the trash nearby, the realization finally hit you.

Brilliant. Now that both of you had blueberry coloring all over your mouths, anyone who looked at you would probably guess something might have happened between you two.

You rolled your eyes and groaned, slapping your hand against your forehead as you realized you, indeed, ended up falling straight into his trap, no matter how much you tried to avoid it.

He smiled devilishly, grabbing your hand and placing it against his painfully hard bulge. You bit your lip, stifling whatever aggravating noise could come out of your mouth.

“Now that it's come to this, you could just stay and fuck me like you said you would, hm?” he pleaded, all brightly doe eyed and feigned innocence.

“I never said that.” you spat.

“No?” he placed a finger on his chin, pensive “Funny, I could swear you said ‘Fuck you’.”

You widened your eyes at his nonsensical words. You opened your mouth to protest, but then immediately closed it, with a sigh.

There was simply no way to go against Leo when he wanted something and he knew that, if the wicked grin plastered on his face was anything but a sign.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you towards his bed.

“Next time, Honor Roll, you better think twice before ignoring me.” he declared, and you begrudgingly agreed. You had learned it the hardest way.

[formulapookie]

🦂🌊

Don't speak just feel bezzetti, 2.1 k words

smut under the cut

There must be something like 35 degrees in this god forsaken room right now.

The smell of sex and Bez’s cologne is filling up Cele’s nostrils, making him dumb. Well, dumber than he already is.

He's been on edge for what? Two? Three hours maybe? Maybe even more, he  doesn’t fucking know.  The only thing he knows is he needs to cum, needs to have his release or he’s he’s going to go fucking mad.

Bez smells so good, sounds so perfect, everything he does or says get him more and more aroused. 

“You’re so good Celin, so so good, behaving so perfectly for me, only for me yes?”

Cele nods, hes so fucking hard he wants to cry, he needs Bez to make him cum, then he wants to feel the older inside, again, until he can’t even say his name anymore.

His senses are enlightened, multiplied a hundred times, each little movement of Bez’s hand on his cock feels like a hundred degrees more rising in his stomach.

He moans louder when Bez presses into his slit, making his back arch and his eyes water more.

“Don’t lose control Celin, keep being my good boy, and I promise I’m letting you have a nice reward at the end”

Cele nods again, he needs it.

Needs to cum as much as he needs to breathe, maybe even more than that.

He feels Bez’s lips on his neck, so fucking hot, he leaves a bruise there, Cele bets he’s full of them by now, that sensation is the only thing keeping him from detaching from reality.

“Celin, are you still with me?”

Cele nods again, moaning at Bez’s movement, his thigh twitches under Bez’s attention, and the older uses that weakness to place a hand there, his stupid long and hot hand keeping him still.

“Don’t. Move.”

Cele wants to beg, needs Bez to fucking act on his delayed orgasm now, because he wants to cum. 

“Wish I could see your eyes now amore, crying from this, so full with need I would give you everything you ask for”

Cele makes a muffled sound, he wants that too, wants it so much it hurts.

He can’t touch, see or speak, he can just hear, smell and feel.

In all honesty this situation is his fault, he decided to get Bez jealous, he was the one who basically flirted with the barista, he went and glued himself to Pecco touching and giggling at his muscles.

It’s only fair Bez chose this as a punishment for his actions.

He moves his fingers, well at least he can move them, the bloodstream hasn’t been stopped completely by the pretty red ropes tying his arms together behind his back.

The ropes feel hot against his skin, he’s sure he’ll have marks from them as soon as he gets them off.

He’s sat kneeling on the bed, his abs are tight, tensed up, he knows Bez must be liking the view.

He wishes he could see it, but the blindfold is too fucking thick in front of his eyes, he can’t even see a little bit of light through it.

Bez has been touching him for forever now, after fucking him and filling him up, he can feel his boyfriend’s release still inside him, a unholy squelching sound every time he moves slightly.

Bez kisses the corner of his mouth, still never stopping his strokes.

“You want to cum I bet”

Cele nods once again, he can’t even fucking talk with that fucking gag ball he’s got, he’s just drooling around it, getting it wet and shiny.

“Like your dick when I tease too much” Bez had said at the view.

“I don’t think you deserve it yet now do you? I’m really really upset by the little stunt you pulled today, you know”

Bez stops his movements, Cele presses his legs together for a bit of friction but bets slapped on his thigh.

“No no bimbo, you can’t do anything, do I have to tie your pretty thighs too?”

No no no no he might just die if this shit happens now.

He shakes his head, he just wants his release, wants to beg for it.

“If I take off the blindfold will you behave?”

Cele nods, he’s been doing that an awful amount of times now, he needs to look at Bez in the eyes, maybe he’ll take pity, maybe he’ll let him cum.

Or maybe he will just look at him and make him needier without actually giving him anything.

Both options are really attractive.

“Ok then, I’m taking it off, you deserve it”

Bez’s fingers dance around the string tying the blindfold for as much as two seconds before pulling it and letting the fabric fall, finally letting Cele see a bit of the room around him.

It’s night, but there’s a soft light from the bedside table and the moon shining through the window so he can actually see Bez’s expression, even if it gets him a bit to gain back his sight.

“Oh Cele now you can look at yourself, so pretty for me” Bez takes his chin between his fingers and turns him to face the mirror.

He can’t lie, he’s hot like that.

Black hair disheveled and messy, dry tears at the corner of his eyes, drooling around the gag ball and his dick hard in Bez’s hand.

“You’re so beautiful bimbo, I would’ve let you cum hours ago if you didn’t act like a slut at the party, you know that right? But I think now you’ve earned it”

Cele tries to get out a “please” but with the gag ball on it only comes out a muffled sound, making Bez smirk.

“Let’s do this, since you behaved so good when I took off the blindfold you can cum twice, ok?”

Cele can’t even nod this time because Bez gets his hand around his dick again and strokes.

“I’d say the first just with my hand and the second one while I fuck you”

It’s not even a question, Bez knows Cele will like it, knows he wants it bad.

The older shifts to be directly behind him, he can feel the hard on pressing on his back, Bez’s lust filled eyes staring at his figure in the mirror.

He starts kissing at his collarbone, Cele forced to look at himself as he crumbles under Bez’s touch.

His boyfriend resumes his movements around his dick, slow, calculated ones, each dragging him closer to an orgasm he’s been chasing for way too long.

He can see that damn “12” tattooed on Bez’s ring finger, and seeing it wrapped around his cock makes him feel owned.

“If you look away I’m stopping bimbo, so if I were you I’d look at myself”

It’s filthy, but so good, degrading in a way that gets Cele hot under his skin. He moans again when Bez passes a thumb on its head, shivers all over his body.

The older sucks a hickey on his neck as his strokes quicken, his hand working faster and faster to get him off.

“Be good bimbo, cum for me, cum all over my fist”

Something that sounds vaguely like “Marco” comes out Cele’s mouth before he arches his back and finally comes, hot white liquid flowing out his dick like a fountain, he’s never came this hard before, he’s rolled his eyes back, he can feel electricity in each of his limbs, his brain is completely empty, just pure pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Fuck I didn’t think you could cum that hard look at you, you’re still leaking eh, look how much you had in you”

Bez hasn’t stopped smirking since he took off Cele's blindfold, probably he’s been doing that since before even.

Bez’s fingers are completely coated with cum, white and glistening, and he’s already thought of a way not to waste it.

“Gonna fuck you now yes? You behaved well but I'm still angry by your little act from before, so you’re gonna keep that little toy in your mouth mh? So you are not so loud when I fuck you stupid”

Cele begs with his eyes, to please please please let him free to speak and scream his name.

“I love that you think looking at me like that will get me nice Celin, but it won’t work tonight, you actually have to face the consequences of your actions, so maybe next time you will think twice before acting like that”

Bez puts a hand on his back, he’s fucking hard again, he wants to cry.

“Spread your knees, good like that”

Cele barely manages to follow the order Bez is pushing two cum-coated fingers inside, spreading him way more than necessary, this is just a way to remind Cele he has no power in this, every ultimate decision is up to his boyfriend.

“You’re gonna take me so well aren’t you? Would you take the others too like this? The barista maybe?” Cele shakes his head, Bez adds a third finger and finds his prostate, but Cele knows he can’t cum until he’s been fucked and Bez gave his permission. “Or Pecco? You seemed so interested in his arms today, you were clinging to him, if you needed attention so bad you could’ve just begged me to fuck you like very other time, instead you had to act like that and now look, you’re being punished”

Cele’s entire body shivers, he wants to get fucked so hard he can’t think anymore, not even about the gag still in his mouth.

He moans again and looks up meeting Bez’s gaze in the mirror.

“You want to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you? I’ll show you”

Bez gets a hand tangled in cele’s hair, tugging at them slightly and making sure he has to look in the mirror.

He aligns his dick with the younger’s hole, which by now is all pink and spent.

“Perfect” he whispers before pushing inside, burying himself deep already at the first thrust, leaving no time for Cele to focus that he’s already pounding him in the mattress, holding his head up by his hair and using his other hand to squeeze his ass.

Bez is nice, usually. Romantic, caring, sweet, considerate. But right now he’s fucking him like he hates him, and God it’s hot.

Cele can’t look away, he watches himself get pathetically more and more aroused for Bez, absolutely wrecking him, his pace fast and deep, almost dirty, like it’s something to be done in a great rush and secrecy.

“You look good like this, you know? Crying and moaning under me. Might have you do it more often amore”

Cele is so fucking sensitive, at everything. Words, touch, thrusts, sounds.

So when Bez groans directly beside his ear it’s really not his fault if he almost comes, and it’s really not his fault when he gets on the edge again once his boyfriend calls him beautiful again.

Once Bez starts kissing at the nape of his neck he feels like he could never ask for something better in his life.

He’s being fucked senseless, yeah, seeing stars at every thrust, but the kisses are tender, loving, possessive in a sweet way.

Cele thinks about Bez’s tattooed finger curled around his neck, branding him like a property, and he’s on the verge again.

When Bez starts losing the rhythm Cele finally knows he’ll cum soon, Bez likes filling him up when he just had his release, because he’s oversensitive and clenches around him in a way that makes the older go crazy for it.

“Fuck I love you Celin I love you”

It doesn’t take long from there, just a few more thrusts, and then Cele is coming again, just as much as the first time, untouched, moaning around the gag in the desperate hope Bez will actually pity him and take it off.

Luckily, orgasms get Bez vulnerable at his pleas, and he immediately removes the toy and lets it fall on the bed, letting go of cele’s hair and turning the younger’s head slightly just to manage to kiss him deeply, moaning in his mouth when he finally cums inside the boy.

For five minutes after that, neither speaks, they just calm their breaths down, Bez unties Cele’s wrists and arms are sore, reddish, itchy even.

Bez kisses all over his neck to say sorry if he’s been harsh, cele answering he was, but he liked that too, so there’s really no need to worry.

“You really looked hot with that thing, only downside I couldn’t kiss you” “Yeah, true” “Can we kiss now?” “Yeah of course amore” “You owe me all the kisses you didn’t give me while fucking me” “oh it’s a lot eh, I warn you” “I love your kisses. I don't care how many you give me, I just need them”

Bez smiles, pressing a chaste kiss on Cele’s lips then letting him get overwhelmed by the insane amount of kisses he deemed fit for that moment.

“Love you”

[alimaybankkk]

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summary: jj’s super clingy, making u very nervous. but when he pulls a stunt while surfing, everything goes downhill.

warnings: mega incredible sobbing blade licking angst. hints to smut. hints to sex. suggestiveness. so sad. actually so sad so sad sobbing angst most angstiest angst i’ve ever angsted

pairing: clingy asf jj maybank x sorta clingy reader

“wake up, baby,” i hear. the tickle of my boy’s hair rubs against my arm, making me squirm ever so slightly. “come on.”

i shake my head and lean my head into his neck, leaving a kiss. “there’s no point in waking up early. go back to sleep.”

“no, yes, i mean…” jj splutters. “yes. there’s a reason to get up. wanna go surfing?”

my eyes open widely, looking into his. he smirks and grabs my hand, pulling me up. once i’m up, he wraps his arms around my waist and stands there.

i cup his face in my hands, wondering what i did to be so lucky to have a boy like him.

“kiss me, please,” he mumbles, tracing circles on my back.

i grin and lean into him, capturing his lips with mine delicately. he melts into the kiss, hands roaming around my waist.

when i finally pull away for air, he tugs me into him for a hug. something about jj’s behavior was unusual. “j?”

“yeah, baby?”

“you okay?”

he hums into my hair, planting a kiss. “just love you so much.”

“you love surfing, too, right?” i ask.

he shrugs. “not more than you.”

“what about a combo of me and surfing?”

he giggles into my hair and i feel him nod. “yes, please.”

“then let me get a damn swimsuit on.”

he chuckles but finally lets go, placing one last small kiss to my lips. i grin at him and push him onto the bed. then i make my way to the dresser and find a bathing suit.

i look back and notice his eyes are trained on me. “j. go get changed.”

“i wanna—”

“please, baby, we need to go soon?”

he looks as if he were about to resist, but instead he groans. “damnit. love you.”

“love you more,” i tell him and watch him disappear out the door.

i pick out a hot pink bathing suit and a mid thigh length crotchet skirt. once i’m dressed, i grab my water bottle and head out of my room.

before i could even make it out, i see jj sitting on the floor. i sigh. “jj, are y’kidding me?”

he hums and stands, picking me up and carrying me bridal style. “let’s go!”

“jj, put me down. right now. not joking.”

he chuckles, bringing me into the living room of the chateau. i squeal as he throws me onto the couch (gently.)

“where is everyone?” i ask.

“d’you think we were going with them?” jj asks.

i can’t help but feel disappointed. sure—i love my boy—but i also kind of wanted to hang out with my friends too.

“yes, to be honest.” i smile. he shrugs.

“yeah, they’re coming. i just don’t know where they are.”

i nod and he sits down next to me, hand on my thigh. he grins. “in the meantime…”

i send him a smirk as his hands trail upwards and he leans in for a kiss. he starts leaving kisses going down my neck, causing me to moan until—

“eww,” john b shields his eyes from his vision.

i look up to see john b, sarah, kie, pope, and cleo all staring at us. i cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

“no way they were trying to fuck on jb’ s couch…” kie whispers to sarah who lets a giggle leave her lips at this.

jj rolls his eyes. “what? not like it hasn’t happened before.”

before i could even think, i slap him across the face. “jj!”

he chuckles as the group stands in awe. john b lets out a fake gag and pops screams.

“you gotta clean that, man. john b doesn’t play,” cleo suggests.

“true. clean it when we get home. everyone get your surfboards.”

jj gave me a smirk before helping me up off the couch and taking me outside to grab the surfboards.

as i reached to grab mine, he simply smacked my hand away and nodded. “go get us a seat in the car. i’ve got it, mama.”

i nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek and making my way to the twinkie.

i fiddled with your fingers impatiently as john b climbed into the car. he leaned over to pope who was sat in the passenger seat and whispered, “they’re obsessed.”

pope didn’t say anything. he only leaned back and looked at me, then nodded.

“fuck you guys…” i mumbled.

kiara giggled as cleo and sarah slid in next to her. “you are obsessed, y’know.”

i shook your head. “i love jj and when he’s clingy, but it’s mostly him.”

“oh, so you’re not clingy?” john b teased.

“i mean.. i am… like i love being close to him, but you know how jj is. he always wants to be with me. if i’m changing, bathing, studying, eating…”

john b turned around, suddenly looking shocked. “wait… do you not like it?”

“i love that he’s like that. but sometimes it makes me worry. we’re not always together. sure, i hate that. but what happens when he’s home alone or hanging out with you guys? i can’t imagine what happens to him.”

john b and pope looked at each other. “he fidgets a lot. a lot like you’re doing.” said pope.

i looked down at my hands, realizing i was picking at my fingers and seperated them.

“he always talks about you,” john b agreed.

kiara simply looked down at her lap, deep in thought. “the dude’s got it bad.”

i frowned. “honestly, so what? does it have to be a bad thing?”

“not when he’s with you, but when he’s without you, he’s a wreck.” pope sighed.

we all stopped talking when jj hopped into the car. everyone cleared their throats and i just stared at jj.

he beamed, seeing me and immediately rushed to touch me.

our friends watched us worriedly as we kissed. i turned to the front as he wrapped his arm around my waist. i felt hopeless.

“john b, didn’t you check the weather before hand?” sarah asked as the rain started pouring on us.

john b looked up at the sky, raindrops on his skin. “well of course i did, sarah cameron. storms are the best waves to surf on!”

i looked up at the dark gray sky as a boom of thunder and lightning added to the atmosphere, causing a pit in my stomach.

looking over at jj nervously, i noticed he was grinning excitedly, gripping his surfboard tighter.

he looked over at me, practically jumping with anticipation. “ready to hit those waves, mama?”

i stepped back. “j, i think we should stay back.”

“no way, bro. look at them! that’s the rush of your lifetime right there, sweetheart.”

i looked at the life in his eyes and i knew. i knew he would surf the waves no matter what i told him. but i still wanted to try. “baby, please. look how dangerous they are.”

he shook his head. “come on, pretty girl. let’s go before they die down.”

“jj, no. i’m not risking getting hurt. do you see them?”

“‘course i see them! they’re beautiful. come on, baby, please.”

the pogues were watching us intently. kiara finally spoke up, “it’s not a big deal. jj surfs waves like these all the time.”

i gave her an incredulous look. “fine. then if jj wants to ride those waves, then he can do it without me.”

“n—no, baby, please come surf with me. ‘t’s what we came here to do!” he begged.

i ripped my hands out of his hood and walked back toward the twinkie, shaking my head. “no way i’m going to get hurt.”

sarah sighed and looked at our friends apologetically. “me… me too. those look dangerous.”

kie rolled her eyes. “come on, guys. p4l? what happened to that?”

i shrugged. “there was never a rule about having to surf deadly tides.”

sarah agreed and followed me to the twinkie.

for the twenty minutes, i’d been watching our friends nervously. cleo and pope had backed out at the last minute and climbed into the twinkie with us, flinching at every lightning strike.

i had to admit, i felt pretty shaken up by the storm, too, but i was more concerned about jj. i watched as he tiptoed on the surfboard and held my breath.

“what the hell is wrong with him?” sarah asked. “he’s going to kill himself.”

“stop, shut up, sarah,” i couldn’t help but say. she frowned and leaned back in her seat.

obviously jj looked hot right now. the wind from the storm blowing in his hair, the curve of his abs as he positioned himself on his surfboard…

i watched as he jumped. a wave came in between him and the surfboard at that exact moment, knocking him into the air and being pulled under a wave.

“holy shit!” pope screamed. i didn’t even think before i sat up and opened the door of the car, running into the pouring rain.

“jj!” i screamed.

he was so far out that i feared i wouldn’t get to him in time. the waves pounded my face over and over again, pulling me down. i fell to my knees at the shore but i stood immediately, jumping over the waves that took my breath.

there was a wave that pulled me under water, but when it happened, i resorted to swimming. he was still so far way. my baby.

“jj!” i sobbed through the saltwater.

i somehow realized john b and kiara were still surfing. they hadn’t noticed jj and i knew surfers get pulled down all the time. i knew it. i was a surfer myself. but jj was surfing storming rides. he was in an area away from john b and kie where the waves pounded harder.

he was still under the water. i lost where he was, but i paddled to where i remembered he was.

once i got there, i coughed the water out of my lungs as i cried, “J!”

“ahh!” i screamed as a wave came down on me.

i was pulled underwater. i felt sand and rocks and seashells make their way under my bathing suit. i kicked and screamed, but i had to remain calm until the wave let me out.

finally, it did.

i saw him. he was floating helplessly on a wave as they were starting to calm down. “jj!”

his board was somehow still attached to his feet. water gushed from his mouth. i forced him onto the surfboard and tried my best to get him onto the shore.

the waves crashed over us, and i let out multiple cries, praying they wouldn’t hurt him.

“jj, please…” i said as i finally made it to the shore. i pulled his surfboard up the beach and tried my best to press down on his chest.

i looked down at his stomach and saw a huge red gash that was now starting to fill with sand. i looked back at his surfboard and saw blood on the surface.

“shit… jj!” i sobbed. he didn’t even wake up. i reached up to his neck and felt for a pulse, but i felt nothing under my fingertips.

“jj, wake the fuck up, now.” i cried.

i didn’t know how to do cpr, but i still tried my best. i blew into his mouth and continued to pump his chest. nothing happened.

tears rolled down my cheeks, staining his face and chest.

suddenly, it felt like everything was in slow-mo when sarah and pope came to help me.

pope slapped him across the face over and over again.

“j…” i sobbed. “jj, please, please wake up.”

more shouting was heard when john b and kiara made their way up the shore.

cleo came with a wash cloth and held it over jj’s cut, wiping a little bit of blood. “shit, man.”

“jj, please wake up… i love you so much.” i cried. i leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“what the fuck happened?” john b asked, trying to shake jj awake.

“cough it up, j, please!” i sobbed. “i wish you didn’t do all this damn weed.”

“shit!” kiara screamed as she started pacing. “how… how do i help?”

“JJ WAKE UP!” i screamed. i let my voice drop to a whisper. “please baby.”

“these damn sensitive lungs,” cleo joked, but her smile was weak.

“kie, call an ambulance, hurry!” sarah cried.

“ambulance, okay. i can do that,” kie replied, pulling out her phone. “yup. i can call an ambulance.”

“we’re on the damn beach, sarah, how i’ll an ambulance get down here?” pope yelled.

“um… okay…. ask for life flight,” john b yelled. “hurry!”

“jj! please, please, jj…” i sobbed. pressing down on his chest, i cursed over and over again.

“hi… hi, yes, my name’s kie… um. i need a life flight immediately to the beach. uh, yeah track the location. there’s been a major surfing accident and you need to hurry because he’s dying and i don’t know if he’s dead already or not!”

“j, please…”

“come on, rude boy, pull through, you got it!” cleo yelled.

“jj, please hang on, okay?” i whispered in his ear, hoping he could hear me.

i held his hand and listened to the heartbeat monitor. it was beeping slowly. they were lines that were very close to straight lines.

“my baby. you’re gonna be okay, j,” i whispered.

kie put her hand on my shoulder. “the doctor’s coming.”

“okay.”

i didn’t move, though. she smiled. “he’s going to make it.”

happy tears rushed down my face. i looked around at my friends and we all immediately rushed to each other. we all were crying. i hugged everyone individually before returning to the chair i was sitting on.

“but there are a few problems,” the doctor clarified, tapping her clipboard. “he has a concussion and a broken wrist. he has to get surgery and stitches on his stomach.”

my heart clenched. my poor baby. i leaned down and kissed his forehead. “i’ll sign paperwork for everything.”

“you are going to sign paperwork?” the doctor asked. “i’m afraid only legal guardians may sign any paperwork.”

i looked at my friends solemnly. “ma’am i’m afraid his father won’t be able to sign it.”

“then his mother?”

“his mother is gone, miss.” i bit my lip.

“oh. well i don’t know what to say. why can’t his father sign it for him?” she asked.

tears rushed to my eyes. “his father wouldn’t want to sign anything that makes sure his son id healthy and safe. he’d probably just scold him and hurt him for pulling a stunt like that.”

the doctor pursed her lips. “i see.”

“so can i sign the paperwork?” i begged.

“i suppose so.”

i stayed up all night to make sure jj was okay. he slept pretty well. he hasn’t woken up last night, but the doctor said he would wake up in the morning.

i reached over to brush his hair out of his face. i traced circles and patterns on his cheek, peppered kisses on his bare skin, but he still slept soundly. i frowned and rolled over, going to let myself close my eyes for a little bit.

twenty minutes later, i felt an arm snake around my waist. as i was pulled closer to my boy, i turned over and grinned happily.

i was bent with the most beautiful eyes ever, grinning back at me. i immediately kissed him passionately, drowning myself in his lips. when i finally pulled away, i brushed the hair out of his eyes. “jj, oh my gosh.”

“hey, pretty girl,” he grinned. he kissed my cheek and i tightened my arms around his neck.

“i am so mad at you right now, you have no clue.”

“why?” jj asked.

“you know why…”

“i do…”

he smirked. “perhaps i should make up for it?”

“perhaps you should.”

a/n: sobbing banging my head off the wall

i was gonna make it so jj died but i decided not to.

this is so sad tbh