#i‘m just….i feel played. i feel like i was being made fun of for being honest and trying and standing my ground.

[epsilontauri]

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[vscabarca]

how about a gavi fic where they’ve been dating for a long time but long distance so the whole relationship is basically a secret and the public finds out and the internet sort of breaks and keeps commenting on how gavi is so different with her. if you do end up liking this and writing this please tag me <33

sant jordi - pablo gavi

summary: you visit your long-distance boyfriend Gavi and he accidentally hard launches your relationship.

genre: fluff!

a/n: @weekendlusting that request was so cute, thank you for your patience!🫶🏼 Also, i was listening to this song while writing, check it out for the full experience;)

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Exhausted, you placed your school bag onto the floor of your hallway, walking towards the darkly lit living room. Just as you sat down, your phone buzzed and Pablo appeared on the screen.

With an immediate smile, you pressed the green button, accepting his call.

„Hello my love.“ He chimed, already laying in bed with his hood up.

„Hey amor.“ You tiredly answered, now also kicking your feet upon the couch.

„How was your day?“

„Exhausing but I wrote my last exam today.“ A feeling of relief washed over your body when you realized you‘d have now two weeks of pure relaxation, without having to do any schoolwork. But this feeling of relief was over quickly. Being in another country, several hours away from your boyfriend was hard. Especially if you had now so much freetime, you would love to spend it with Pablo.

„I‘m proud of you. Any plans for the upcoming days?“ Your boyfriend asked while playing with his hair.

„Not much. I wish I could spend them with you, I miss you.“ You pouted, feeling sad for only seeing him through the screen.

„Fly to Barcelona. I‘m having a few days off and I wanna see my gorgeous girl again.“

That’s how you ended up on a plane on a Tuesday, flying two hours to visit your long distance boyfriend for the next week.

The reunion was more than sweet. Pablo surprised you with flowers as he waited in his Audi for you. You two were over four months together, but still kept the relationship from the public. You wouldn’t actively try to keep it a secret, but also didn’t have the need to show everyone you two were together. After all, Pablo was Spain‘s teenage heartthrob and you were just a normal girl going to university.

He drove to his house first, giving you time to freshen up and put down your luggage. As it was the 23rd of April, also known as Diada de Sant Jordi, a catalan holiday, the city was decorated in red roses and Catalan flags.

As you two strolled aimlessly around a more quiet part of the city, Pablo never let go of your hand. To be not recognized too often, he wore his sunglasses and a cap, looking as handsome as ever.

The touch of his hand made you blush and the smile never left your face.

Suddenly, Pablo walked towards a little shop at the end of the street. It was so small you wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for your boyfriend. Outside, there was a shelf filled with second-hand books and roses. Like the tradition says, Pablo grabbed a book with the most romantic title and went inside to pay. He stood in front of you, his signature smile plastered across his face as he gave you the book and the red rose.

„Feliz dia de Sant Jordi mi amor.“ You couldn’t help but blush, your face turning red from the charm of your boyfriend.

„Muchas gracias Pablito.“ You mused and stepped closer to press a gentle but yet passionate kiss onto his lips.

After you two enjoyed a fun day in Barcelona, you headed back home to cook dinner and have a relaxing night together.

During cooking and occasionally dancing to the music playing in the background, your phone started buzzing almost every two seconds. At first you dismissed it, thinking it was your friend filling you in on one of her hookup stories, but even Pablo turned his head in curiosity after the buzzing wouldn’t stop several minutes later.

„Don’t you think it’s important? It won’t stop.“ He asked with furrowed eyebrows, just as confused as you were. Your phone screen was flooded with people you barely knew asking about Gavi. Gavi here Gavi there, things like „you’re really together?“ or „could you ask him to sign me something?.“

It was so confusing until one of your family members told you to check Pablo‘s instagram.

You opened the app, seeing your boyfriend posted a story. Clicking on it, you saw a picture of you, holding the rose and book in your hands. Written was next to it „Feliz dia de sant jordi mi amor💞“

The blood froze in your veins. Did Pablo realize he just hard launched you?

„PABLO! why did you post me on your instagram account?“ You asked, eyes wide while he just shrugged his shoulders.

„I always do that. I thought you were okay with me posting you on my private account. You know only my family and close friends follow that account.“

Now it dawned on you. Pablo mistakenly posted the picture on his official account, the one with sixteen million followers instead of his private one with only twenty-seven.

„Baby… Of course I‘m okay with that, but you posted it on your main one. The one with sixteen million followers.“ You started laughing in despair, finding the situation oddly funny, even though whole Spain now knew about your relationship with the famous footballer.

Pablo grew red, standing in front of you in horror as he took a look himself.

„Fuck… I‘m so sorry. I swear I didn’t want to post that on there.“

„It‘s fine. I bet there are picture of us anyway from today.“ You said and assured him it was alright. He embraced you in a hug, kissing your head softly.

„At least I don’t have to hide you anymore.“

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footy.gossip: teenage heartthrob Pablo Gavi is not on the love market anymore ladies!💔

He was seen spending the romantic holiday Sant Jordi with a mysterious girl by his side, buying her roses and a book. What a true gentleman!

view all comments:

user1: she’s really living the Y/N lifestyle…

user2: Gavi is for sure such a sucker for his girlfriend

->user3: I mean you can even see the heart eyes behind the sunglasses😭

pedri: yn finally you came to visit… he wouldn’t shut his mouth

->pablogavi: how could I not

->user4: HE‘S NOT EVEN DENYING IT??

user5: not pedri exposing gavi😭😭

user6: WE WANT A GF REVEAL!!

user7: I just know she dresses him

->user8: fr, the change from skinny jeans to this is a blessing

->user9: pedri step up your game

user10: don’t know who the girl is but… mamá y papá.

author: wish that was you huh?🫵🏻🤨

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pablogavi: whoops accidental hard launch… anyway yn te amoo🫶🏼

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[springtyme]

Hey luv, hope all is well. So, I just previously read your spencer x girly!reader and I absolutely loved them. While reading the chess part, an idea sparked.

So if possible could you do something similar where Spencie boy and girly!reader are playing chess and she is obviously frustrated or something because she doesn’t understand. So being the amazing boy wonder he is, Spencer secretly acts like he had no good moves and the reader just starts pointing out the moves he could make not knowing he can clearly see those moves and he lets the reader win making her super excited and happy and immediately sets the board back and starts another game.

I just think it would be so cute to see how Spencer would just gaze at and admire the reader as she is focused and asks questions. If this is too confusing or too similar to the original chess part no worries. It’s simply a mere thought I had. Do with it what you please!!!

Love your works and your blog ���🤗

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ♡

Thank you so much, hun ♡ I't makes me so happy to hear that you liked the other ones, I've had so much fun with them. And thank you so much for this request, it's such a cute scenario!

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: Spencer truly can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose. Part one & part two 💕

word count: 2.0k

a/n: I was actually in a chess club in school, but we did not play chess, so sorry if the chess parts aren’t very accurate, I tried my best, lol.

Spencer watches you intently, his heart swelling with adoration at the sight of you trying your best. He can see the determination in your eyes, the way you furrow your brow in concentration, and it only deepens the love he feels for you. Your stained lips pouting sweetly as you contemplate your next move

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in your chair with a frustrated expression. “I just don’t understand this game, Spence. I feel like I’m making all the wrong moves,” you sigh, moving your knight in a random direction. “At this point I‘m just making moves for the sake of it.”

Spencer can’t help but smile at your frustration, finding it endearing how you get so worked up over a game of chess. Moving your knight wasn’t the best move you could have made, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, and it wasn’t the worst move either. He reaches out to gently place his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but he lets his fingers linger for a little while. It always manages to surprise him how soft your skin is, and how it feels so warm and comforting beneath his touch.

You look up at him, your pretty eyes meeting his gaze and Spencer feels how his heart skips a beat at the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Some people use their entire life to master this game, and you’ve only been playing for a few weeks,” he reminds you. “You’re doing great, and trust me, you’re not as lost as you think you are.”

You smile softly at his reassurance. “So, what I’m hearing you say is that if I keep going, there’s still a chance that I can be a big old chess nerd like you?” you tease, nudging him playfully.

Spencer chuckles at your teasing, loving the way you always manage to make him laugh, something he hasn’t always had an easy time with. “Hey, being a nerd isn’t that bad, okay?”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, leaning in closer to him. “In fact, I think it’s kind of cute.” Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a warmth spread through him at the way you look at him with such affection.

Spencer knows many things, arguably too many things, but he will never be able to understand what you see in him, you’re so beautiful and confident and always so kind to everyone, there is no doubt in his mind that you are way, way out of his league, but he is grateful every day that you, for whatever reason, chose him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he mumbles, a slight blush dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I actually think you’re very cute, you know,” you say playfully, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face with a gentle touch. Spencer can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at him.

He leans in closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull that always seems to bring you both together. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the love and affection that Spencer feels for you. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the two of you and the way your hearts beat as one.

As you pull away, a smile tugs at the corners of Spencer’s lips, a smile that only you can bring out in him. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes shining with your own smile, bright and full of happiness.

Spencer will never be able to wrap his head around why you love him, but damn he is glad and forever grateful that you do. If he could travel back in time and tell his younger self that he would find someone as amazing and wonderful as you - that someone as beautiful and kind hearted as you would ever love him, he wouldn’t have believed it, he would probably think that it was some kind of cruel joke. But here you are.

It’s overwhelming, really, the love and adoration he feels for you in every fiber of his being. He never knew he could feel this way about someone, never knew that someone could make him feel so alive and complete. The fact that he feels so at home and normal with another person in his life is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

But with you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters, you keep being patient with him every step of the way and with you by his side, it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot.

“Oh, you got something…” you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. He is confused for a short second, until he feels your thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the trace of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his. Spencer chuckles at the realization, feeling a warm rush of affection for you. “There…” you say with a soft smile.

Spencer can’t help but chuckle at the tender gesture, feeling a surge of warmth behind his chest.

“You can’t keep distracting me like this,” you tease, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m actually trying to beat you at this game, you know.”

Spencer’s smile widens at your playful tone, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at you. “Who says I’m going to make it easy for you?” he responds, his voice laced with amusement.

“You did! You literally said that you would go easy on me,” you pout, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Spencer laughs, a sound that fills the room with joy. “Okay, okay, I may have said that,” he concedes, “but, I don’t think you really need me to, you know. You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up beating me at my own game someday.”

“I doubt that,” you mumble, looking back at the board with furrowed brows.

Spencer leans back in his chair, watching you with admiration as you study the board, he can see the gears turning in your head. He knows what move he should be doing, the move that could make him win the game, but he isn’t really interested in that.

“Well, it looks like I’m running out of options,” he say, feigning defeat as he moves his bishop into a vulnerable position.

You glance up at him. “You could have moved your rook to that square and set up a potential checkmate in a few moves,”you point out, sounding both surprised and proud that you saw the possible move.

Spencer had, of course, seen that it would have been the right move to make, but he wanted to give you a chance to shine, and to prolong the game. Seeing the pride and satisfaction in your eyes is worth more than winning any game ever could.

“Oh, you’re right,” he says, trying to sound surprised, like he hadn’t seen that move multiple rounds in advance. But he must not be a very convincing actor, and he can’t help but smile as he watches the look of realization dawn on your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, seeing right through his act. “You’re such a goof, Spence,” you giggle, shaking your head in amusement. “But thank you for giving me a chance to show off a little.”

“I guess I just wanted to give you a fighting chance,” he says, leaning in closer to you.

You playfully swat at his arm, a laugh escaping your lips. “Dork,” you tease, but there’s a fondness in your tone that makes his heart swell with even more love for you, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaning back again to look at you, his heart overflowing with adoration for you.

You playfully roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of gratitude in your expression. “Well, thanks for the favor,” you say with a smile, moving your queen in a strategic position that surprises Spencer.

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at your move, impressed by your strategic thinking. “Oh, someone’s feeling confident now, huh?” he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shrug nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, you did say you weren’t going to go easy on me,” you quip, moving your pieces with a newfound determination.

Spencer watches you closely, his heart filled with pride at the way you’re starting to grasp the game more and more and making better and better strategic moves. He can’t help but admire your intelligence and quick thinking, feeling a sense of awe at the way you surprise him at every turn.

And yes, he might go a little easy on you from time to time, but he can see that you’re starting to understand the game on a deeper level. And that, to him, is worth more than winning a game of chess ever could.

As the game progresses, Spencer can see the determination in your eyes, the way you carefully plan out your moves and anticipate his next move

“You’re really giving me a run for my money, aren’t you?” Spencer remarks, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you strategize your next move. You give him a sly grin, clearly enjoying the challenge. “I told you not to underestimate me, Spence,” you say confidently, moving your knight into a position that puts him on the defensive.

Spencer chuckles, impressed by your bold move. “I should know better by now,” he admits, moving his rook to protect his vulnerable bishop. The game continues, each move calculated and strategic, and Spencer can’t help but admire the way you’ve grown since your first game together.

“Checkmate,” you say triumphantly, a grin stretching across your face as you realize you’ve won. Spencer can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness at your victory. “Well done, darling,” he says, leaning in to give you a congratulatory kiss.

“I still feel like you went easy on me, but thank you,” you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Spencer can’t help but laugh, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see the excited smile that is lighting up your face, making your already beautiful features shine even brighter with a sense of pride.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” he teases back, a twinkle in his eye. “But regardless, you did really well, I can’t believe how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time.”

You grin at his words. “Well, I’ve had a really great teacher,” you remark. “And he is, like, sooo handsome too. It’s actually wild that I could even concentrate on the game,” you add with a wink before you’re leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a surge of love and adoration for you that he can’t quite put into words, they are too big and too overwhelming to express, so instead he tries to pour every bit of that love and adoration into the kiss that he returns to you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he deepens the kiss, savoring the feeling of being so close to you, of sharing this moment. He might have lost the game, but because of you, he has never felt like less of a loser.

As you both pull away, a smile lingers on both of your faces, and Spencer can’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes filled with nothing but love and affection for him “Now help me set this board up again, I want to beat you fair and square this time,” you say with a playful glint in your eye. Spencer chuckles at your competitive spirit, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he helps you set up the board once more.

[bravo4iscool]

hey hun!! i had a request idea i thought you might like <3

i loveeeee the idea of simon flirting with chubby!reader at a bar and eventually bringing them home. they start to fool around, and he brings them to his bedroom. reader suddenly flicks the lights off and simon is like ‘pardon? you don’t want me to see how gorgeous you are?’ :(( Simon turns the lights back on and makes sure reader knows they never need to turn the lights off with someone who *really* wants to be with them <3

i fainted when i first read this. THIS IS AMZING AND SO HIM, OH MY GOD AHHHHWIAZVZAUJSZAWWD.

before y‘all read this i just wanna say that i‘ve never written smut or anything (only suggestive stuff), so i‘m sorry if this maybe doesn‘t hit as hard as it should😭 i‘m still tryna pass that threshold when writing anything dirty lol.

i changed the os a bit from what the requests said but the message is still the same (i hope), so i hope you’re not too mad at me😅

fem!reader or afab!reader, strangers to lovers, one night stands, chubby!reader, insecure!reader, flirting, confident as fuck!simon, light smut (?), definitely suggestive

i’m not really happy with this but i hope you like it anyways😭 also, english isn’t my first language and i’m a virgin so, please don’t expect too much lol :)

(masterlist)

taglist - @comeonatmebruh, @yazminetrahan

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

It was supposed to be a normal night out. You would accompany your friend and watch her get wasted, only being there to drive her home if needed. Most of the time however she found someone to go home to. You didn‘t. You just sat in the booth or at the bar, watching all the pretty girls shoot their shot.

But apparently today wasn‘t like usual. There was this man, fucking huge and build like a fridge, watching you. At first you thought he was watching your friend, like most man but even when she left he kept looking at you.

It made you uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. He probably was just making fun of you with his friend. You were the only plus size person in the whole bar, so of course there would be at least one person making fun of you. Looks like he was the one today.

You glance at him for a couple more seconds before you decide to shake your head and concentrate on watching your friend. She was throwing down shot after shot and you were starting to get worried. Yes, she occasionally drank but never to that extent.

„Ey,“ the bartender almost yells at you over the music, pushing a cocktail towards you. You frown, shaking your head.

„I didn’t order anything.“

„I know, but he did,“ he points his head in the direction of a table and when you turn to look which table you’re met with the eyes of the mysterious man. You slightly tilt your head when he smirks at you, raising his eyebrows. You blink at him before you turn around again and take the drink.

„Tell him thank you,“ you smile at the bartender but he just shakes his head.

„I think you can do that yourself.“ He looks behind you and you turn around once again, seeing the man walk towards you. And now that he was standing at his full height you could see how massive he really was. Holy fuck, you thought. What in the world do you need to do to become that broad.

“Evenin’” he greets you as he sits down beside you, his voice gruff and deep. You smile at him with a nod, a bit confused. “You alone ‘ere?” He looks at you and you feel like you’re drowning in those eyes.

“No,” you hesitatingly say, glancing at your friend who totally randomly made her way over to you now. “I’m with her,” you force a smile as she starts to cling to you, obviously trying to flirt with him but he keeps his eyes on you.

“Ya like the drink?” His eyes wander towards your hands, playing with the rim of the glass.

“I…haven’t tried it yet.”

“Well, then maybe ya should,” he smirks. You feel blood rushing into your cheeks and your hand lifts to taste the drink when you’re interrupted by a voice.

“Hey,” your friend slurs, latching herself onto the man’s arm and batting her eyelashes at him. “You free tonight?” she i’m wants to know and you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

This was supposed to be your moment, not hers. He bought you a drink, not her.

You start fiddling with your fingers, your gaze darting around anywhere but him. Of course she would destroy this moment. She wouldn’t let you have anything would she?

“Not free t’night,” he answers, carefully pushing her off. “Hopefully,” he adds and you raise your gaze. He stares at you.

Your friend chuckles and you grimace. “You shouldn’t let her wait any longer,” you force another smile. “You can take her home.”

He tilts his head. “I bought ya a drink. Not ‘er.” That surprised you. This would be the first time someone really was interested in you and not…her. Normally you were the plan b when they couldn’t reach her. They were going through you. You expected the same of him.

And that was exactly how you and that man, his name was Simon, ended up in his hallway, making out like an inexperienced teenager couple.

Your breath is heavy as he pushes you against your door; the one you two barely made it through.

“Been watchin’ ya all night long,” he mumbles against your lips, his hands wandering over your body and squeezing your hips and waist. “Ya too good lookin’ t’ just be left alone.”

A small moan escapes your lips and you let your head fall back against the door. This was almost too much for you. When was the last time someone took you home? Lord knows when…

“Gon’ make ya feel pretty good, yea?” You can feel him smirk against your skin as he places kiss after kiss on your neck.

“Simon,” you gasp when he finds your weak spot, your knees starting to wobble. Your hands reach out for him, trying to steady yourself. That makes him smirk even more.

Oh, the power he already had over you…

Your head is dizzy and your vision almost blurry when he drags you along into his bedroom, an unknown heat pooling in your lower stomach.

You fall onto his bed like you were always meant to and your eyes widen as he crawls over you, his lips finding your as if you’d known him for years.

Your hands make their way over his shoulder to his neck, pulling him closer to you and arching your back. You need something- him.

A breathy moan rolls over your lips when he starts to unbutton your blouse and you’re afraid your heart might jump out of your chest.

His eyes are glued to your body, taking in every single curve, every single stretch mark; anything he can manage to engrave into his brain.

“Lookin’ so pretty, all f’r me,” he whispers, starting to plant kisses all over your body, which only fuels the heat in your lower body. You arch your back again, shuddering against his hands.

“Simon,” you whimper, closing your eyes for a brief second.

“Yea Sweetheart?” he chuckles, glancing up at you. His hands start to travel over your body up to your shoulders to push off your blouse. And that was the moment you felt your insecurity washing over you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat and your start to squirm. Why were you doing this right now? He couldn’t possibly really be attracted to you, could he? Did he even really look at you?

“Simon,” you say his name again, looking at him, your eyes slightly blown.

“Yes, Love?” He stops what he’s doing immediately, carefully straightening up again. “Wha‘ is it? Ya want t’ stop?” He carefully cups your cheek, trying to read your face. Did he do something wrong?

You hesitate a second before you look at him. “Can we…turn the light off?” you carefully ask, feeling exposed under his harsh but at the same time soft gaze.

“Why’s that?” He tilts his head, clearly confused. He wants to look at and admire you. So, why turn the light off? “Ya not insecure, are ya?”

You feel yourself blush at that question, trying to hide your belly with your arms but he’s faster. He gently wraps his calloused hands around your wrists and pulls your arms away. “Non’ of that, Love. Wanna see ya,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you again.

“How long ‘as it been since ya been with someone?” he wants to know, once again making his way down your neck.

“I…don’t know,” you stutter, swallowing. “Maybe three or, or four years.” You feel ashamed of this confession, being afraid he might laugh at you and maybe think you were pathetic but he does nothing of that.

He only pulls back from you, his eyes never leaving yours. “These men around ya must be blind f’r sure,” he shakes his head. “They g’t a whole ass mean in front of ‘em but they be just lookin’ past it.”

He now fully pulls back until he’s resting on his knees and pulls his shirt off. “Y’know why I bought ya that drink?” he asks, a smirk back on his face, and you hesitantly shake your head.

He leans down, kissing down your collar bones towards your breasts. “Bought ya that damn thing because I couldn’t get me eyes off of ya.” His mouth is vibrating against you skin as he chuckles.

A moan gets stuck in your throat and you feel your body start to tremble when he starts to pull your upper body up to strip off your blouse and bra.

“These hips were almost hypnotising t’me.” His mouth starts to get dangerously close to your breasts when he gently lays you down again. “And ya curves are what I dream of at night.”

His tongue starts to circle one of your nipples and your hands grip the sheets. How were you supposed to think straight when he was playing with your body and mind like that?

“Wouldn’t ‘ave brought ya home if I didn’t want t’ see ya.” Simon’s hand wander down your body, ready to unbutton your jeans while he glances up at you, feasting on your lustful expression.

“Ya fucking gorgeous, Love. Ya don’t need t’ hide that.” His hand slips into your panties, a smirk playing on his lips when he feels how wet you are.

When your feel Simon’s fingers slip through your folds you can’t bite back that moan. You arch your back; your insecurities long forgotten. “Simon,” you stutter, your hands once again gripping the sheets. “Please,” you whine, not even knowing what you’re asking for.

He chuckles against your skin, carefully pushing one finger in. “Look a’ ya already fallin’ apart f’r me. Beggin’ f’r me.”

You feel like you’re officially in heaven, not even noticing how he pulls the rest of your clothes off, pushing your legs apart. “Gon’ show ya how a real man should treat ya,” he promises before he goes down on you.

And god, that man was eating you out like a man almost starved to death. He holds you down by your hips, chuckling when you try to squirm away from him, too overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that were crashing over you.

“Simon- Simon…” you feel tears glistening in your eyes. “Fu-fuck,” you cry out, your hand unconsciously reaching for his head, pulling on the dirty blond strands.

He moans against you clit, his grip around your thighs tightening. “Do that again Love. Do it again.” And you do. You pull his hair again fully unaware of the fact that his cock was throbbing in his pants, almost hurting.

But he wouldn’t focus on his pleasure, no. He would only focus on you; showing you how a real man should treat someone like you.

[skipper1331]

Daisy flower // Jessie Fleming

If someone asked your teammates what your favourite flower was, everybody could answer immediately.

A daisy flower.

Everybody knew you loved them.

Your wallpaper was a picture of a field full of daisies, your cubby had daisy stickers everywhere and you even had a tattoo of a daisy on your shoulder.

Daisy flowers had many meanings; in the language of flowers, they represented new beginnings and rebirth along with love, joy, beauty, purity, innocence, hope, fun and affection. In spirituality, they meant faith and eternal life. And for new mothers they symbolized childbirth and motherhood.

For you they had a much deeper meaning; peace.

You were late. At some point it annoyed you but you had a good reason. For once it was a sunny warm day so you decided to go to training with your bike. It wasn‘t a long ride but on your way you saw daisies, instictively you stopped. The urge to pick them up was too massive. You couldn‘t resist. You picked a whole bouquet and continued your journey to the training ground.

"You‘re late" Magda said in a stern voice as you entered the changing room. "I know, I‘m sorry" everbody had their eyes on you or rather on the flowers in your hand. "But, this is for you" pride echoed through your voice while handing her a daisy. You didn‘t even wait for an answer because you already walked to Pernille. "This is for you" you took another daisy out of your bouquet. "And this for you" you handed Erin one. And Sam. And Guro. And the whole team.

The only person being left was Jessie. You were madly in love with her. She just had to look at you and your cheeks would turn red, you would start to stutter and get clumsy. "These are for you" you said shyly while handing her not one daisy but the whole bouquet. Your eyes glued to the floor, cheeks already red. "I hope you like them" within two seconds you turned around and walked to your cubby. You didn‘t dare to look at Jessie or anyone.

"She totally has a crush on you" Niamh told Jess as they stepped onto the pitch.

Everyone knew you had a crush on the canadian; it was obvious. But Jessie was oblivious to this.

No matter how many compliments you gave her she ignored them. Not intentionally though. When you compliment her, she felt nausous. She would have a fuzzy feeling in her stomach that some people might consider as butterflies.

She couldn‘t react to your compliments. She always wanted to but her mind was too slow to think of an answer. And by the time she had one it was too late.

"No she doesn‘t" Jess replied. Niamh raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you kidding me? She literally gave you an bouquet of daisies. That’s basically her love confession."

Love confession? That made the canadian think. Was that a love confession? Y/N gave everyone a flower, didn‘t she? She probably gave me just all the leftovers.

As the days went by Jess would always find a daisy in her cubby. It wasn‘t something you wanted to do but everytime you saw a daisy you had the need to give it to her. You never saw the smile Jessie had when she saw them. You never saw the red colour on her cheeks when she saw them. And you never saw the way she would quickly put the flower into her notebook. All the flowers you gave her were in that notebook. Each day she would press a daisy onto a new page and admire them at home.

"You love daisies, don‘t you?" Jessie smiled as she sat the next to you on the pitch. "I do." you whispered while playing with the grass between your fingers. The way she looked at you made feel nervous, safe, calm and excited at the same time. She wasn‘t just looking at you; she looked into your heart, soul and mind. "Tell me something about them" you were about to faint. Nobody had ever asked you about the daisies. "Tell me why you love them so much" and that‘s all you needed "Well, a daisy has many meanings. Some say they represent purity, joy, cheerfulnees and so on, but I don‘t like them because of their meaning or what they symbolize. I like them because they‘re simple. They‘re plain. And If people don‘t like flowers because of their smell, there is a chance that they like daisies; they don‘t smell. But to be honest, I like to think they smell fresh and sunny. By the way, did you know in the victorian era they symbolized innocence, loyalty and the ability to keep things a secret. That‘s so cool, right?" you rambled. You got so lost in your talking that you didn‘t realize that Jessie was switching between looking at your eyes and lips. In that moment, Jess knew she definitely had a crush on you. Her whole body was on fire. "I‘m rambling, am I?"

"Yes, you are"

"I‘m sorry, i couldn‘t help myself" you chuckled while starting to play with the grass again. "Don‘t apologize" her hand found yours, her eyes never leaving yours, both of your faces covered in a big smile. The two of you were in your own little bubble; no talking, only looking. Your free hand crept your way up to a loose strand of the canadian. First, you twisted it between your fingers and then slowly you put it behind her ear. Your hand resting their longer than necessary. "Jessie…" you whispered as you leant towards her. The canadian knew you were about to kiss her, something she always wanted to happen yet she panicked. "I- i‘m sorry" then she ran away. She ran for her dear life. If you‘ve never heard a heart break, now you have. Your heart shattered into pieces and the way she avoided you like the plague hurt even more.

You tried to be yourself and act professional but a few teammates could see through your facade. They didn‘t ask about it though. They respected you; when you‘re ready, they‘re there for you.

The following days, Jess didn‘t have a daisy in her cubby. It stung. It was her own fault, she knew that but still she didn‘t like it.

A few days later she saw you sitting alone in the changing room with a single daisy in your hand. You plucked the petals while whispering 'she loves me' 'she loves me not'. For each phrase one petal. You didn‘t hear her coming in but she heard what you were saying. It was her chance to make things right. She walked up to you and grabbed your shirt collar. You didn‘t know what was happening: one moment you were plucking daisy petals with your fingers, now your fingers were holding the hem of Jessie‘s shirt. Her brown eyes starring into yours until they flicked down to your lips. It was magical; the way she pulled you closer so your bodies would touch, the way she had so much power of you and made you weak in your knees. "May I?" she whispered as her thumb stroked your cheek. You felt dizzy and excited. You waited so long for this. With your nod as consent her lips finally met yours for the first time. Fireworks exploded in your stomach, your skin was on fire and your mind was in dreamland. It was perfect. Her lips felt amazing as you moved in sync.

It felt like it had always been like this.

"Let me take you on a date" she said out of breath with crimson red cheeks. "Yes" you replied sheepishly.

Not everybody believes in the petal-oracle but If you had finished yours, it would have ended with 'she loves me' and Jessie surely did.

Everyone could decide for themselves how to interpret a daisy because there were so many meanings, but for you they no longer meant only peace but also joy and love.

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[domme-switch]

ohhh mommy, your most recent ask really almost got me in trouble…

i was being very impatient waiting for you.. so i might have read what you said you would to do me while i was with a friend. and she noticed my cheeks got flushed and asked me if i’m okay hahaha. i had to sit there and talk to her knowing there’s nothing more in the world i would want than touch my pussy for you. and the worst part is!! i was with her for two days! so i really couldn’t do anything… unlucky

but with that being said mommy, i still haven’t came :( and and you weren’t very clear whether i have your permission or not so i’m not sure if i’m allowed an orgasm or not.. you really do love to tease me mommy. i really really want one but if mommy is having fun torturing me with edges and ruins then i think i have to keep going? i just wanna be a good girl for you c: it really turned me on when you said i make you horny mommy

i want to feel your touch on my body soooo bad i’m burning with need. for you to tie me up and have your way with me. uuggghhh there’s nothing more i would love than for you to ruin me, play with me like i’m just your little toy mommy. i keep imagining it’s you slapping my pussy and telling me i deserve it for not doing as you said, which would only leave me confused because? i did do what mommy said but.. i must be wrong if my pussy is getting slapped like that :) and if you happened to have a makeup brush next to you.. and force those light touches on my aching clit.. which is definitely not enough to make me cum but you say it’s all i’m getting so now i’m getting frustrated and whiny and- and when i finally get close you tell me i’m not allowed to cum but it’s too hard and i can’t hold back so you just.. take the matter into your own hands and ruin it for me.. making me scream a silent moan while i arch my back and whine while you just laugh at me… and then you’d force another one and another one until i fall apart for you because how dare i come without mommy’s permission? such a greedy girl i am :( as long as mommy’s having fun with my body she should keep using it.

-🍓

thank you for telling me you like my writing :) that really made my day! i try my best hehe.. and sorry for being mia recently, i’ve been busy :(

oh wow sweetheart! what a needy princess you are! couldn’t even wait until you were alone? tsk very impatient indeed😌

you know, the good thing is that mommy wasn’t around, cause if your cheeks get flushed simply from reading my answer…who knows what would have happened if I pulled you in my lap and squeezed your thighs..my hand rubbing your knee, then sliding further up…

such a poor pup, two days aching to touch yourself but you couldn’t? but clever girl, you are right I do enjoy teasing you, a lot!😌 you’re simply adorable darling, getting needy and whiny when I tell you to edge, but you keep doing it, doesn’t it feel nice darling, feeling all the pleasure and how your clit throbs when you touch it, so close… mmh it does make me horny sweetheart, in fact, I‘m horny rn, at work, and I would love to grab your neck and pull you close for a kiss before pushing you against the desk and spreading your legs, burying my face in your pussy, licking your clit until you are so close, begging me to cum. but my poor needy princess, I think that’s the moment I have to stop, kiss that pouting mouth and let you taste yourself on my lips before tugging your hair until your face is on my dripping pussy. be a good girl and eat mommy out sweetheart, then I will let you have an orgasm… a ruined one, but it will be an orgasm, that’s what you wanted right?😉 my poor darling, don’t worry, I will tie you up do you can let mommy have her way with you, you just have to keep whining and begging, and maybe I will let you have more ruined orgasms until you forget what it feels like to cum all over my mouth and fingers😘 and then, maybe then I will make you cum, when your pussy is soaking wet, sensitive and puffy, but you would look so pretty begging for mommy to make you cum💛

I loved that idea darling, we are gonna tie you up and I‘m gonna edge you until even the lightest touch makes you cum, just the makeup brush on your clit as your hips buckle and you cum, oh but the touching stopped, aww another ruined orgasm for my baby! but you didn’t wait for permission did you? no? was it too hard to wait? too needy? if you are this needy, mommy will have to make you cum again, and another time, slap your cute pussy while you whimper and give you ruined orgasms until you beg me to stop😘

I think you should edge a bit more…and maybe once mommy is home in a couple hours, if you beg prettily, I might let you have an orgasm😚

(I really love it darling, it’s so good it always makes me horny😋 and let me know if the edging is too much💛💛)

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

Storms: My life with Lindsey Buckingham and Fleetwood Mac

by Carol Ann Harris

Review, kind of

As I‘ve said before, I haven‘t fully read the aforementioned book by Lindsey‘s ex-gf CAH, I‘ve just read excerpts of it mainly because I wanted to know what she hast to say about Christine (Yes, I need to know EVERYTHING about her, pretty pathetic but the truth!!)

Anyways, I have pretty soon come to the conclusion that her renderings of the (hi)story(s) of FMac are somewhat incomplete if not outright incorrect.

Again, I‘ve only read the parts where she mentions Christine, but when she stated (very confidently), that [Chris] had written Songbird for Curry Grant only and not as [Chris] later claims for the whole band, I thought it was a bit rich. Would we believe an ex-gf who has been with the band for 8 years or the actual members plus the person who had written the song.

Plus (for credibility purposes) Chris had admitted to writing You Make Loving Fun for Curry, so there really is no reason for her to lie about Songbird. (Also have you ever really listened to the lyrics Carol Ann?!!?)

Furthermore it was really confusing how she constantly kept saying ’us‘ when referring to the band Fleetwood Mac. (She wasn’t in the band, hasn’t anyone told her?)

Moreover, to my knowledge nobody was really that close to her? Mick doesn’t really mention her in his book [Then Play On] and she is barely on any pictures, not even closely as much as Stevies girlfriends Robin, Christy, Sharon etc etc. (Just an observation I made!!)

Finally, I decided to just go to the reviews on goodreads and sites like that (what a brainstorm!) and many of them came to similar conclusions. Most stories are exaggerated and blown out of proportions. I‘m not saying she‘s making stuff up but it feels like she puts too much focus on minorities just to be able to fill (& sell) a book.

In the end I would conclude that it‘s not really worth the read because as soon as you can’t really trust the author (for me anyways) the charm of a book (especially when it is supposed to be biographical!!) is just gone. I can’t believe anything I‘m reading, might have happened like that might as well not — I lose interest!

The ONLY thing I really liked of what I have read of the book was when CAH compared Christine to Katharine Hepburn (as I think being compared to Katharine Hepburn is the greatest of compliments), but really that‘s all. (She immediately goes on with comparing her to Hilary Swank in Million Dollar Baby which is cool but REALLY?! It‘s like comparing Mick to a giant just because he was tall …)

Just saying, lemme know what you think!!!!

[frillyfacefins]

Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 2

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 2: 1,061

WARNING: This is the one with the nausea play (no vomiting though), if that‘s an issue for you pls go right on to chapter 3; the only thing you need to know that Fizz has eaten half a brownie more.

Also on AO3

Chapter 1 II Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

The sound of ripping silk sent a shiver of such intensity up Fizz‘s spine that it slipped out of his mouth as a trembling moan. Ozzie pulled the tear apart until Fizz could feel air against his balls, but then he stopped. The waistband was still intact, and so was the front part of the flimsy little piece of underwear. His hole, taint and the back of his balls were completely exposed to Ozzie‘s gaze. He felt as if he could feel Ozzie‘s eyes on him, heating up the areas that were now laid bare until his skin felt scorched.

And then there was a large hand grabbing the base of his tail, and a hard slap made his skin actually burn.

“Fuck!“ he yelled, his body reflexively surging forward. The hand on his tail didn‘t relent, though, and the painful pull both added to the stinging pain and immediately made Fizz‘ body go slack to avoid injury. His heart was pounding from the tight feeling that seemed to echo up his spine. He was sensitive about his tail, not just because of the intensity of the feeling of being touched there, but also because it was the last thing he still had - the last appendage that was left. He knew that Ozzie wouldn‘t seriously hurt him—or at least, he was pretty sure he wouldn‘t do that during sex—but just the feeling of a strong hand holding him like this…

There was another slap, making Fizz wince and his cock jump and rub against the already damp silk of his ruined panties.

“Ozzie, please,“ he whimpered, trying to push his ass up more to get the hand that was now rubbing over his hot cheeks move down to his needy cock. “Please, I‘m so hard already, please gimme something here…“

Ozzie‘s weight behind him shifted, and then he felt his large, still fully clothed body lean over him so he could kiss Fizz‘s shoulder were his shirt had slipped down.

“Don‘t worry, my cute little darling… I‘ll be giving you plenty…“

Fizz could see his arm reaching forward towards the baking pan and pick up a piece of brownie, about half the size of the first one Fizz had had.

“Open up, baby.“

Fizz closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Ozzie stuffed the whole piece into Fizz‘ mouth and then clamped his hand over it.

“Don‘t swallow until I tell you,“ Ozzie whispered against his ear, then he sat up again, though he kept his hand over Fizz‘s mouth so he wouldn‘t be able to spit out the brownie either.

Just after a few seconds Fizz found out that one thing about chocolate, especially chocolate cake, was that the delicious taste soon became too much for his tastebuds. He did his best not to swallow, but it seemed a nearly impossible task, even with Ozzie‘s other hand letting go of his tail and slipping down between his thighs to let his fingers play with his balls while the tip of his thumb pushed against his still tightly closed asshole. His saliva was pooling in his mouth, turning the chocolate cake into a disgusting mess, threatening to spill out between his lips and against Ozzie‘s hand. Ozzie kept rubbing his fingers over his taint and his entrance and began to kiss the base of his tail and up his spine while Fizz‘ eyes were tearing up and his stomach began to roil with the intense bitterness the chocolate taste had morphed into.

“Good boy,“ Ozzie finally whispered against his shoulders. „Swallow now.“

Relief turned to panic when Fizz tried to swallow and found out that the right time to get the sludge down had apparently already passed. He felt like he was about to puke, but somehow he managed to get the chocolate-spit mix down. He had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths while he tried to swallow the rest of the bitter taste in his mouth. Ozzie‘s hand was off his mouth now, and while that made breathing easier, it didn‘t help with the nausea.

Ozzie seemed to notice that he wasn‘t feeling good. He pulled him up so he was kneeling and began to gently rub his shoulders and back.

“Deep breaths, baby,“ he whispered into his ear. “Just keep breathing for me, alright?“

Fizzarolli closed his eyes and did as he was told, just concentrating on taking deep, steadying breaths while Ozzie went over to the fridge. Fizz could hear the door open, and then the hiss of a can tab being opened.

“Here you go.“ Ozzie put the can down next to where Fizz‘s hand was limply lying on the counter. He opened his eyes and lifted the can to his face, touched it to his cheeks to enjoy the cold sensation that immediately calmed his nerves, before he took a deep drink of what turned out to be cola. He swished the fizzy drink around in his mouth until the taste of chocolate was gone before he swallowed it, then he followed it with a few more sips until he finally felt normal again.

Ozzie was standing behind him the entire time, idly playing with the tip of Fizz‘s swaying tail. When Fizz sighed and put the can down, he leaned forward, brushed the tail of Fizz‘s hat—beige-and-pink striped, today—aside and kissed along his neck.

“Such a good boy for me,“ he whispered. “Wanna have a shower before we play? So we can wait for the brownies to do their magic…“

Fizz leaned back into Ozzie‘s touch with a sigh. His stomach was still a little upset, but he couldn‘t taste any chocolate anymore and his heart rate was coming down, so he was good. The weed would likely not take very long to kick in now, but a shower still sounded really good. He‘d been working all day in front of spotlights and everything, and even though he knew Ozzie really, really didn‘t mind fucking him when he was already sweaty and gross, there was still something so damn hot about getting all clean just so you could get dirty again.

Also showering with Ozzie was even better, because there was always a chance that they‘d get dirty while getting clean…

“Let‘s go,“ he said with a smile and lifted his arms so Ozzie could lift him up.

[dearestones]

The Art of Romance (Hacker x M! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, established relationship, Hacker just wants to impress you but doesn’t think he’s doing a good job being romantic, slight Swindler x Courier, Valentine’s  Day themed. 

@mondgewalt Request: HELLOOO, i saw your requests are open so i thought i might take advantage of that 💪🏻

could i request a romantic fluff scenario for hacker with a male reader? (though gender neutral is also fine!) i‘m fine with any scenario tbh, i leave that up to you haha

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Hacker is not one to quibble about the fine arts. In general, he is ruled by logic and rules, be it if he’s playing in one of his video games, hacking into a government database, or if he’s trying to finagle his way into getting free food from Swindler. There’s this sense of satisfaction he alone can feel when he manages to outwit authority by jumping through loopholes no one else can see. 

It’s fulfilling. 

With art like poetry and painting, it’s a lot harder to see what rules dictate how and why someone should use certain brushes or different strokes, what words or grammar would be best utilized to make a point. For someone like Hacker, art doesn’t make sense. Art is subjective; it is what you make of it and Hacker can’t quite recall what makes art… art. 

Sure, he has some taste (why else has he designed his droids to look as cute as they can be?), but he depends more on practicality than aesthetics. Back when he used to attend school, whenever there were projects that called for artistic expression, Hacker had simply bribed one of his classmates to do it for him. 

There was value in art, to be sure, but it simply wasn’t for him. 

It didn’t make sense and what didn’t make sense, Hacker either endeavored to understand it better or pretend that it did not exist. After all, when playing a game, one expected to win. But if you were always losing because you couldn’t understand the rules, well… Then it’s not worth playing in Hacker’s opinion. 

Today, however, Hacker was willing to give art a chance. 

You see, while Hacker wasn’t keen on playing a game that would result in a loss for him, he cannot deny that you were special. Hacker was no hedonist, but he liked sticking to things that he was usually good at: computer programming, logic puzzles, and hacking. There were, of course, a plethora of other interests that he could entertain, but those exemplified his technological skills more than any other. With you, however, there was this underlying sense of wanting to better himself. 

To be a person that was more than just a hacker living in a dingy apartment with no (legal) prospects in the future. 

(That in itself was almost more of a challenge than the fact that Hacker was willing to forgo all sense in rules and logic in favor of… art.

And what Hacker thought challenging, he inevitably knew was going to be fun).

So, on one fine Tuesday afternoon (the date of which he claimed was nondescript and ordinary), Hacker had requested that you meet him at a mutual friend’s house. You accepted, thinking that maybe you and your boyfriend were going to hang out with Swindler. There was a new anime that had come out a few days ago, and you knew that Swindler was sometimes too busy with the Seal Center to get herself up to date. 

Yet, when you arrived at Swindler’s middle class apartment, you found that it was only inhabited by you, Hacker, and a series of ingredients sitting innocently on the counter. 

(Well, Swindler was there in the beginning, but it was to make clear that you were in charge, the both of you weren’t allowed to burn down her apartment, and that if you—not Hacker, you—made something edible, you would have to save some for her.

Swindler also made sure to spend the last few moments teasing Hacker before goodnaturedly ruffling his blond hair and then leaving.

You would later find out that she spent the rest of the day with Courier, but that’s another story for another day). 

When you had asked why he wanted to bake with you, he simply shrugged and said that he wanted to try out the wonders of culinary arts. Swindler was fairly proficient at it (as evidenced by her vast array of pots and pans and the quality ingredients that rested on her counter), but he was itching for a challenge. Baking required specific instructions, but if one were to modify the recipe, even the smallest change could drastically alter the final product. 

Baking, he explained, was a science that was imbued with artistic intent. 

And that was how the past hour or so went. 

The both of you would take turns reading the instructions, measuring ingredients, and then mixing it all together. There were times when you swore that he was having fun, only for you to peer closer and see that his cheeks were flushed with confusion at a certain line in the instructions or his eyes heavy with discontent. A while ago, you had caught him accidentally dropping a few eggshells into a bowl, but thankfully, you caught him. In the moment, you laughed it off, but thinking back on it, Hacker seemed to wilt as he plucked the offending pieces of shell into the bin. 

Have you done something wrong? 

“Are you sure you’re fine?” You tried to wipe off flour from your shirt, but only succeeded in spreading it further into the fabric. Laughing a little to yourself, paused a moment to take a look at Hacker, only to find that your boyfriend was slumped over the table, his head lolling about as if he were boneless. 

Like you, Hacker was splattered with bits of flour. He had taken his cybernetic eyepatch off so that the internal components wouldn’t get damaged by the process, but he kept his hat firmly attached to his head. Once, when you were still getting to know him, you had asked if he used hairpins, but he had given you the world’s nastiest look that you bit the inside of your cheek from laughing. 

(You did manage to find a few hairpins on his desk during the first few times you visited his apartment, but he swore that they were Swindler’s). 

Hacker gave you a noncommittal grunt that you decided must have meant that he was either still salty that his baking skills weren’t up to par with yours or that he was still suffering from the teasing Swindler had given him before she left. You pulled up a chair beside him and rested your head against his shoulder. Although his personality could go from teasing to cold and analytical at times, his body ran rather warm. His jacket was soft, but you found, when you ran your fingers through his hair, that it was softer. 

It was a miracle his hair was as healthy and as clean as it was considering the state of his apartment. 

“Come on,” you cooed. 

You sat up straight and gently guided Hacker by the chin to look up at you. As you gazed down at him, an unfamiliar emotion seemed to swell and swallow the light in his eyes. Normally, his eyes were glacial blue: cold, but entrancing to look at. Now, they seemed to darken like storm clouds moments before furious rain. 

Concerned now, you pulled him closer so that it was his head that was resting on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat must have been enough because moments later, you finally heard him speak. 

The thing about Hacker was that while he would talk and brag online all he wanted, in real life he was fairly introverted. Sure, he would be sassy and quick witted among those he considered friends, but he mostly kept to himself. If he did speak without prompting, it was mostly to tease or to talk about his hobbies in great length. It was rare for him to sound emotional. 

“I’m not good at this… whatever this is.” He waved his hand as if trying to gesture at something tangible. 

“And what’s that?”

Hacker released a long, heaving breath before allowing his face to fall into the fabric of your shirt. “This relationship? This…” He made a light gagging noise, but continued anyway, “Romance?”

The way he said it… You weren’t sure why, but you felt your heart drop at his words. When you thought about it, his actions today were worrying and the fact that it was today of all days? Could this be…?

“Are… Is this…” You pursed your lips as the worst came to mind. He wouldn’t… would he? Still, despite what doubts you had clouding your perception, you had to ask. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? No!” Hacker reared away from your chest, his hands landing on your shoulders as if anchoring you down so that he could face you without fear of your running away. “Of course not! Why would—” He shook his head before allowing his hands to drift down your shoulders before interlacing his fingers with yours. “I’m not good with… Feelings.”

“That’s a given.”

He shot you a faux nasty look before softening his gaze. “Well, I’m not a very romantic person, but I thought that I could… try and do something nice, I guess. So, I thought that on a special day like this—”

“So, you did know it was Valentine’s Day!” 

Another nasty look was delivered, this time a glare, before he flicked your nose. “—I could try and do something nice. For you. But…” 

Before he could look away from you again, one of your hands cupped his cheek. Silently, you marveled at how soft his skin was, how his breath gently stuttered from his lips. What caught your attention the most, though, was the faint glow of pink that spread across his cheeks and coated the shells of his ears. If you weren’t so intent on soothing Hacker’s feelings, you would have teased him. 

“But?”

“I… I’m just not good at it.” He opened his mouth as if to say something more, closed it, and then thought better of it. “Computers, puzzles… It’s all logical. There are rules that you must follow, certain expectations that must be filled. The same could be said for relationships, but I don’t think I understand it at all.”

He sucked in a deep breath and when he released it, his entire body looked like it was deflating. “It’s like I’m playing a game where I know how it should end, but the rules are confusing and there’s no guarantee that I’ll win.”

Your heart broke when his face fell, glacial blue eyes welling with emotions that he clearly did not want to confront. 

“Hey… Just because you’re not good at baking or poetry or whatever else you think makes up the crux of romantic activities doesn’t mean that I don’t like you any less.” You paused before emphasizing, “That I don’t love you any less.” You leaned in close and rested your forehead against his. Here, with little distance to separate the two of you, you could almost pretend that Hacker was the only living thing left. That your entire world was solely him. “Love is confusing, I’ll admit that and I struggle with it too! But what matters is that you put effort into something that you don’t normally do. Preparing a romantic date like this? Baking? Surviving Swindler’s teasing? You didn’t have to go this far.”

“But I did.”

“You did and that’s what makes all of this—” You pointed at Swindler’s oven and the mess that spawned atop her kitchen countertop. “—special. You don’t have to be skilled or overly romantic to-to…” You felt a small, sly smile on your face as you regarded your now suspicious boyfriend. A thought had just occurred to you and by the gods of Kansai, you wanted to know if your theory was correct. “Did you do all of this to impress me?”

Hacker rolled his eyes, pressed a quick kiss on your nose, and then hopped off his chair. “I’m going to clean the counters before Swindler comes back and starts complaining.”

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question! Hacker!” He pointedly ignored you as he began wiping down the countertops with a dishrag. “At least kiss me again, you tease!”

At that exclamation, Hacker turned around and gave you the world’s cockiest grin. Coming from Hacker, it was like he was looking at a particularly challenging video game that he had yet to best. “You want a kiss? Then come get it.”

It took several minutes, a few overturned chairs, and a bag of flour, but you got your kiss.

(You also got a huffed explanation that Swindler had told your loving boyfriend that he should do something special for Valentine’s Day instead of gaming together. That led to your incredulous laughter before you told him that it didn’t matter. As long as the both of you were together, it was time worth spending).

Later on, when Swindler came home with flushed cheeks and a few take out boxes filled with takoyaki, she would tell the both of you that the cookies you made were horrible. 

It was okay. You and Hacker planned on baking a new batch another day. 

(And if that didn’t work out, the both of you could watch that new anime just to spoil Swindler on your next date). 

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[yumizcorner]

You‘re nothing~

Lee know x reader

!! Heavy angst | cursing | suicide | obsession | no Happy End | fem pronouns used !!

A/n: I’m not trying to say that Minho is mean. I‘m one of the biggest Minho defender and I love him with all my heart. In my opinion,Lee know is one of the most soft hearted persons ever. With that settled,enjoy.

Y/n was on her way to her boyfriend Minho. He didn’t answer her messages anymore so she decided to visit him.

As she arrived at his house,she rang the bell and waited for him to open the door. A few minutes later,her boyfriend stood in front of her. „Hey Baby“ she said and wanted to hug him but her boyfriend pushed her away.

To be honest the two of them never got really close to each other but y/n accepted it since she thought that he just didn’t like skin ship that much.

„What do you want y/n?“ he asked being obviously annoyed. „I just wanted to check up on you because you didn’t answer..“ Minho rolled his eyes. „I-I thought I could come in and we could talk a bit.“ her voice got more quiet since she noticed that something was wrong. Actually Lee know couldn’t care less,yet he still sighed and stepped aside so that she could come in. „Come in then“ y/n smiled while walking into his living room. Once Minho sat next to her she turned her body towards him and started to talk again. „I made a few plans you know…“ Lee know didn’t even look at her for a single second. He just sat there and stared into nothing while his girlfriend kept on talking. „I thought we might could go to an amusement park or we could go to a cinema…actually just do more in general. I informed myself more and I read that there’s gonna be a new cat caffè soon and since you like cats I thought we could go there and we could also go-“ out of nowhere,y/n got disturbed by Lee know. „Stop the talking for gods sake“ he said while still looking straight forward.

„We can also just stay at home if you don’t wanna go somewhere.“ Minho sighed in annoyance again. „That’s not what I meant. Those things sound fun just not when you‘re with me.“ he said without any hesitation. „w-what?“ she said while trying to hold her tears in.

„You just don’t get it do you?“ I’m ignoring you all the time and I always cancel our dates but you still show up here every time and pretend like nothing happened. God I’m sick of playing along. I don’t wanna be with you and I don’t love you. I never did. I just got together with you because I needed distraction and you never had any friends. I simply just pitied you. Fuck if I knew that you wouldn’t even get the most obvious signs then I would’ve never started this whole thing.“ he looked straight into y/n‘s eyes wich became wetter with every single word he said until thousands of tears started to leave her eyes.

Y/n felt like the tears are gonna burn her skin. She could feel how every single tear made it’s way down her cheek,dripping onto her hands wich were placed in her lap while Lee knows words rained down on her,going straight to her heart.

„I-I’m sorry that I annoyed you that much…that won’t happen anymore“ she got up and walked to the door. She almost run to her home while she was still crying. Her sight was blurred and she was barely able to see anything. She stood at the road and waited to be able to cross it.

„Fuck it. I‘m nothing without you Minho“ she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and started to walk. Not even a second later she heard the sound of a car trying to slow down before she could feel soft pain for a brief moment. After that she started to smile,finally leaving this horrible world,forever.

[vscabarca]

Can you do a request where Pablo wants reader to seat on their lap but reader doesn’t want to because she’s insecure about how skinny she is and from pass experiences exes have told her that her legs hurt their lap, and teased her for it, can you make it fluff :)

„stay, it‘s comfortable” - pablo gavi

summary: gavi found out about your insecurity, so he assures you you‘re enough.

genre: fluff

warnings: talks about body image, past relationships,

a/n: thank you for the request:)

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Spending cozy, slow days with Gavi was probably your most loved activity. The hustle and bustle from the week was suddenly forgotten and all that mattered was Gavi and you.

You didn’t need to do much. His presence was already enough to get rid of any negativity, it just felt like you were made for each other.

Gavi usually lingered around the living room, the couch was his favorite spot by far. He could just let his muscles relax, play fifa while you were doing something else or just sleep with you in his arms. It felt like the hectic everyday life stood still, the only thing that mattered was you two.

It was a gloomy saturday, Barcelona‘s usual sunny side was replaced by dark clouds hanging low over the city. You had been doing some schoolwork while your boyfriend took a nap. The plan for that night was to watch a movie and maybe doordash food to his house, both of you were too lazy to cook anything.

After Gavi woke up from his slumber and you being done with homework, you joined him under the fuzzy blanket on the couch.

He immediately pulled you closer, almost to the point you laid on top of him. You giggled at his antics, but secretly loved how he looked for your touch. At the beginning of the relationship you were a bit overwhelmed with how loving Gavi was. Not that you didn’t like it, but because of past experiences with your exes, you were rather reserved when it came to show affection. They made some rather questionable comments regarding your body, but always saying it was a joke. To you it was never a joke. Never should anyone talk about someone elses body, especially not in a negative way.

That’s why you were still rather shy to show physical affection. You‘ve never told your boyfriend about it, you just swept it under the rug, hoping he would never address it.

You were still grinning, Gavi pulled you now completely onto his lap, holding you close. As the giggles settled, only then did you realize how close you two were. You became a bit nervous, insecure even, hoping your legs didn’t hurt him like your exes told you they did.

You were about to sit back down onto the couch, but Gavi held your waist tightly.

„Stay, it’s comfortable. You’re warm.“ He said, engulfing you in a hug.

„It is?“ You asked rather surprised, not thinking he would actually like it.

„Mhm, is it not comfortable for you?“

„No! yeah it is. It’s just people have told me otherwise.“ You mumbled. Gavi just furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what you were trying to say.

„What do you mean by that baby?“ He asked, his fingers playing with your hair.

„Well, my exes always made fun of my legs because they are on the thinner side, telling me it was uncomfortable when I sat in their lap. That’s why I didn’t do it again.“

„Why did you never say anything amor? I hope you know I‘m not like your exes, or that’s what I at least hope.“

„Of course you aren’t! I‘m just overthinking things sometimes.“ You spoke, clasping your hands together behind his neck.

„I love you. Your legs, your arms, your belly button. I love everything about you. What your past relationships said is not okay, but I want you to feel safe with me and not worry about such silly things. I love having you close to me.“

Your smile couldn’t be bigger, you even started to blush. You hid your face in his neck, earning a laugh from Gavi.

„Nu-uh, don’t hide, I want to see your pretty face.“ He said and pecked your lips several times. He brought a blanket over you two and pulled you flush against him.

„That’s actually comfortable. Now you don’t get rid of me anymore.“ You giggled as you laid there in his arms.

„Good because we won’t get up from this couch anytime soon.“ Gavi laughed and proceeded to pick out a movie for you two to watch.

[slasherstories123]

hi! this is my first time sending a request so sorry if it's bad lol.

but I was wondering if you could do one with the slashers (Michael, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher, and Brahms) react to you scaring yourself with your own reflection. bc that just happened to me and I wanted to see how they would react.

sorry if it's too much🙂👍

Slashers reaction to you getting scared by your own reflection

Paring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher, and Brahs Heelshire x GN! Reader

A/N: I‘m not even gonna lie this was fun to make and I found it funny😭

Tagslist: @brxwrvth @callmemeelah @dootys

Michael Myers

Michael was coming back from hunting and just wanted to relax for a bit, he was about to grab something sweet from the cabinet until he heard you scream.

Tilting his head slightly, he went to see what was wrong with you, when he found you on the bathroom floor gasping for air. Michael looked at you like you were crazy

“Sorry Michael! I didn’t hear you come in, I just got scared by my reflection that’s all!” He have you another head tilt, how do you get scared by your own reflection?

You’re not scared of Michael but you’re scared of your reflection? Really, come on Y/N, he grabbed your arm and helped you up before leaving you in the bathroom.

It may seem like he didn’t care but he did get a little worried when you screamed,

If you somehow managed to see that he was worried dont being it up to him or else he’ll get grumpy and will leave you in a different room

Or will just leave the house completely while you burst out in laughter

Jason Voorhees

You told him to wait on the couch since you were just going to the bathroom, he sat there patiently, waiting for you to come back.

You were washing your hands and looked up at yourself in the mirror, you let out a high-pitched scream that made Jason fall off the couch just from trying to run to you.

He nearly broke down the bathroom door just to see you in the floor with a shocked look on your face, he gently picked you up to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself, and he sat you in the sink.

He looked everywhere in the bathroom to see if it was a victim, you had to tell them there was no one there and you only got scared by your reflection.

Right after you said that he gave you a slow confusing head tilt, so you’re not being attacked by a victim? He’s glad that you’re okay but he found it silly that you got scared by your own reflection

He then signed at you, “You’re scared of your own reflection Y/N?” You felt offended by his question, “Hey! It just scared me!” “So basically you’re afraid of yourself?” You hit his chest playfully,

“I am not!” Jason just shook his head at you before picking you up and putting you back in the couch so you both can now continue your cuddle session,

Billy Loomis

He find sit stupid and funny at the same time, he was leaning in the doorway in the bathroom, watching you wash your put your rings you had back on your fingers, you knew he was in the doorway.

When you looked up you screamed at yourself nearly falling to the ground, Billy laughed at you as you screamed again, holding his stomach in laughter

“It’s not funny!” “Oh it’s funny alright!” You crossed your arms at him, feeling embarrassed by the fact that you got scared at your own reflection, after a while Billy began to calm down from his laughing fit

He was still chuckling but not so much, you left the bathroom with him still in the doorway, “JERK!” Billy tried to tell you that it was funny, you still wasn’t listening to him, “I mean come on! You’re scared of your own reflection!”

He has a point, you and him always watch horror movies and never jumped at one of them… except for 1 scene on Nightmare on Elm street. “Okay I see your point but stop laughing!”

Billy managed to stop after a few minutes, giving you a kiss on the forehead as an apology, saying he won’t laugh at you again

Knowing dang well that’s the biggest lie he’s ever told

Stu Matcher

This guy will play around and will scream with you, once you scream at your reflection he’ll scream right along just to make you scream again

“Stu! Knock it off!” You whined after you both stopped screaming, “What did I do? You screamed so I screamed!” He said with a smirk on his face. You hit his chest playfully, as he started laughing.

Stu finds it funny when you scream because of your reflection, it will catch him off guard sometimes but he will be the type to try to make it worse.

You remember when you screamed at your reflection and he poked his head out just to scream, of course you got scared and screamed again, you groaned before literally hitting him on the head,

“Oh come on that was funny!” “No it wasn’t!” You ignored him for the rest of the day, it was hard due to him apologizing so much and him whining about wanting to cuddle with you

Stu will also will also try to scare you just by standing in the doorway, you managed to get scared by him a few times

And of course, he found it funny while you screamed in terror, you got him back by kicking a door out of nowhere, making him scream like a little girl😭

Brahms Heelshire

He’s confused 100%, why are you screaming at a mirror? At first he thought you were in trouble, until he found you, your back pressed up the bathroom wall, “Oh hi Brahms!” He was even more confused than before now

Are you okay Y/N? Have you been in the mansion for so long to where you get scared of the smallest things?

Just like Jason, Brahms will make sure that you’re okay, when he does he’ll just stand there not knowing what to do.

You’ll have to reassure him that you’re fine and will lead him out of the bathroom, poor boy is lost in his head and is worried about you.

He’ll just silently follow you through the walls just to make sure you don’t get scared again, he’s not taking the risk of hearing you scream again.

Brahms will also cover up all of the mirrors in the mansion just to make sure you don’t scare yourself again, it took him a while but he did it without trouble… and not breaking any mirrors

At first, you were confused as to why he did, but when he told you, you just had to pat his head just because of how much he cared about you to do that. You thanked him for it.

You found it cute how he was worried about you… but now you’ll have to somehow tell him that the sheets on the mirrors have to go… good luck with that

[genshinlover101]

I have no words for how much I love your two modern high school AU seven minutes in heaven posts 🥰💛💛💛 If you don’t mind, can we get a part three with Jean, Yoimiya, Beidou, Sara and Yae. Because I‘m dying to hear your thoughts on these ones as well! Thaaaank youuuuuu💋

[for some reason I feel like pointing out that I‘m neither the person who requested this in the first place, nor the person who requested the second part. I‘m just a the third one you left giggling and needing more 😉💛]

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Her Prt. 3

Modern High School AU!

Character: Jean, Yoimiya, Beidou, Sara, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Original Request: Modern highschool au where the girls and their crush are mutual pining one another, however their S/O's friend group is sick of them not making a move with each other and decides to set them up by going to a party and playing party games (Like seven minutes in heaven or spin the bottle) and that's where the fun part begins since we know the girls might confess or even kiss their crush ;))  

A/n: Don't mind if I do, I hope it’s not too early for a prt. 3 

Link to Prt. 2 (Not connected, only if you want more)

• Jean is the overworked class president. You’d watch her from the back seat being trudged through the mud by your lazy excuse of a teacher.  “Jean, can you collect the homework?” “Jean dear, can you check up on your classmate?” “Jean, can you carry this to my office for me?” You made yourself a recurring figure in her life by helping her out every now and then.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you carry a burden without any merit. Sure you were a helping hand, but nothing more to Jean from their eyes. Every now and then you’d disappear before anyone else could to help the girl carry a huge pile of papers across the school. 

• It was a struggle to get Jean to go to the party, she always had another excuse. Whether it was homework, afterschool circulars, or chores, it was a neverending pile of responsibilities for her. Your friends had to go so far as to make you yourself invite her while you were on one of your ‘missions’.

Jean arrived tired and worn from school and clubs, just wanting a couch to lie on or a chair to rest her eyes. The moment she walked through the door it was like you were waiting just for her, grabbing her arm with a big smile. “Jean!” You howled with a warm smile. A familiar face was just what she needed. “You kept your promise to me, I’m glad you could make it tonight.” 

Your friends gave you specific directions, to grab Jean and meet them in the upstairs living room, where they had a surprise for you. So that was exactly what you did, so gullible. The moment you appeared they shoved you into a small closet barely big enough for a single person. Claiming they were going to play seven minutes in heaven, you two being the first test subjects as you seemed glued to the hip.

The room dimly lit as you rolled your eyes. Seriously locking the class president in the same room as you was the best idea they had? Jean looking mutually  awkward and nervous as she had never been in a situation as such. “Jean, will you forgive my friends for their rudeness,” you huff and puff. Your bodies connected from the front, her hands resting on your chest to create some space from your torsos. 

As much as she hated the position you were forced into, Jean might’ve enjoyed it a little. The excitement of something that wasn’t getting a good grade or impressing her parents, the feeling of your bodies together, the rush of being a young girl for the first time. “No worries, I’m often told I need to calm down and take a break. Maybe these seven minutes will be beneficial to me after all.” She said calmly.

She had never noted before, so distracted by math problems and writing essays. But your lingering scent was nice, it was what she had smelled passing in the hallways before when you rushed to help her. It was grounding and comforting, almost as if it wasn’t there she’d feel anxious and regret even coming to this party. Maybe if you weren’t there for her she’d feel this constantly.

Her lips parted slightly and a blush on her face, her heart racing upon realization. She was a smart girl, knowing instantly this feeling wasn’t platonic, yet confessions certainly weren’t her thing. “I-,” she uttered. Before she regretted not taking a stab at you, she clenched her fists against your shirt, ready to speak up. “I don’t want to regret not saying this in the future and I may not be up to your standards, but- I may have taken a liking to you. Something more... more than just friendship.”

• Yoimiya wasn’t particularly proactive in school circulars, but for a good reason. She was busy helping her father run the family business, helping light the night sky one firework at a time. Because of this, she had a keen eye for decoration, the student council would often go to her for her opinion on a school event decor. Her answer always leads to fireworks.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you butt into her affairs. Often at times fireworks grew costly and boring, she’d need a reliable person with more trust from the student council to advocate for her cause, you being her main victim. You’d beg the student council on her behalf, listing all the pros of the appearance of fireworks.

• It was fairly easy to get Yoimiya to the party. Partying, dancing, free food? It was all she needed to hear to get involved. She might even bring some cheap drug store fireworks and sparklers to liven up the night. You attending was just a perk for her because she’d know who to shadow around. 

Yoimiya arrived with pure smiles on her face and sparklers in hand, the young woman popular among her classmates. As she made her way through the crowd she greeted many briefly, however she only had eyes for one target, you. Leaving a box of sparklers on the counter for others to grab like a party snack, carrying one so she could specially hand deliver it to you.

When she saw you from behind, her face lit up, smiling from ear to ear as she gave you a great big hug from behind. “I knew I could find you here,” she said loudly in your ear. Surprised you returned her affection with the same energy, a big fat smile on your face, your hands interlocking as you both stared at one another in content small talk.

That was until your friend snuck up behind you, asking you to join them for a little game. Yoimiya was invited too, following closely behind you as you were both dragged into a silent room yet dark room. It was like your life flashed before your eyes, being jammed into a cramped closet by a bunch of hands, Yoimiya joining closely behind you.

In a panic, you apologize deeply to her “I-I’m sorry,” you told her without knowing when you’d be able to be free from this cramped closet. Looking anywhere other than in her eyes, a bead of sweat dripping from your forehead, your hands by your side even if her body was pressed against yours. You felt like reaching out to hold her, to be closer to her, but your fear of rejection was too overwhelming. 

Yoimiya’s social intelligence could see clearly through your awkward demeanor. Remembering in her pocket she had a sparkler just for you that she forgot to deliver. “Hey look,” she said softly, hoping it would distract you from this situation she lit it up, the small light gleaming in the dark and damp closet. Your eyes fixated on the burning stick in awe.

The lighting made the tensions high, instead of watching the sparks like normal, her eyes were focused on you only. Your cute eyes looking at the object in her hands, your lips slightly agape in surprise, your skin like glass. ‘What’s wrong with me,’ she thought to herself. She had a perfectly good distraction in her hand to avoid such awkward air, but.. she didn’t want to be distracted from you for some reason. For the first time, she wanted to focus on more than just the flames in the dark. “Has anyone told you how attractive you are?” she said so casually, unaware of her own words. 

She normally just spoke from her mind without a second thought, but after saying such embarrassing words a bright red blush on her face was to be seen. “I-,” she was ready to apologize for mentioning such a brash topic, but on second thought she didn’t want to. Thinking this was a once in a lifetime opprotunity “I think you’re always the most attractive in the room, you know that right?” she said with confidence, hoping something more than friendship might ignite from her words.

• Beidou is the classic bad girl stereotype. If she disappeared during lunch breaks she most likely went to go have a smoke in the bathroom that nobody went to. Sometimes you’d follow behind her, not to smoke, but to keep her company along with her gang of delinquents. She found it strange most times, you were like her little dog following her around.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you throw your reputation down the drain. The student council didn’t trust you anymore because the people you hung around associated with Beidou. They wouldn’t try and pry you two away, but maybe you could ‘change her’.

• It was easy to get Beidou to attend the party. It was a pain however, having to invite half of the school’s delinquents in order to convince her. They might as well have turned your friend’s house upside down, the smell of smoke and alcohol strong in the neighborhood streets. 

Beidou arrived alone, half of her ‘crew’ already there in separate rooms doing whatever illegal activities. Her strong manly appearance scares most of the people away from the doorstep, all except you. The crowd cleared so you could make your way to greet her like a good puppy dog. “I see you’ve come just to greet me huh?” She asked, patting your head, a smoke already in her mouth seeing as she didn’t have to hide it in this environment.

It didn’t take long for her to put you in a headlock and drag you alongside her. If your friends didn’t know you liked her, they’d assume you’d be getting bullied. She glanced down at your stare fixated at her, the loud music pulsing through her mind causing a headache. “Hey, let’s get outta here? Take me to a room alone, this music is causing a migraine,” she let you wander free as she had you on a leash.

Asking your friend if there was a room vacant for your special friend, they led you to the closet, pushing both of you into the confined space. Not listening to a single word you said in objection. Your hands glued to your side in fear to touch her in a way that would get on her nerves, sweat dripping down your forehead. “I-I’m sorry Beidou, I know you don’t prefer to be this close to me,” you apologized anxiously

Despite the uncomfortable position, she couldn’t seem more okay with this, a sadistic look on her face. It almost seemed like she was the only one in this cramped space. “You seemed a little too troubled to be in this space with me? Do you hate me that much, sport?” She asked you with a toothy smile. Her hand wrapping around your head.

A scared look on your face as you trembled in her grip, she seemed to soak up your expressions. “Say- you always seem to follow me around don’t you? Would you do anything for me?” The lack of personal space gave her a confidence boost. “Would you even bark for me hmm?” 

“You don’t think I’m a big bully, don’t you? It’s all in good fun,” the adrenaline pumping from her contact, you couldn’t reply properly to her questions. “I would hate to admit I enjoy this game between us too, I might even reward you if you keep up the good work,” a red glimmer in her eye as she seized a golden opportunity.

• Sara was the teacher’s pet with straight As. Reminding the teacher of the homework last night and snitching on every juvenile delinquent in here premise. Secretly she was a big nerd, she had posters, body pillows, stuffed animals, and action figures of her idol the Raiden Shogun, her favorite cartoon. You were the only one who knew her secret.

• Your friends got tired of her stealing you from them on lunch breaks or after school when they made plans. Since you were the only one who knew her secret you were the only one she could confide in, she was normally very shy making it hard for her to interact with others.

• Your friends thought getting her to the party would’ve been hard, but it was surprisingly easy. Since Sara didn’t have much going on at home, her parents always working and focusing on her other siblings she was frequently lonely. When they told her you’d be attending it lit her world up that she’d be able to spend time with you.

Sara arrived with a smug yet uncomfortable look on her face, her arms folded as she searched through the crowd of eyes for you. With a panicked mind, she looked back down at her phone, “I texted them four minutes ago I was here,” she mumbled to herself, the sound of loud music drowning her out. Impatiently she huffed thinking she should’ve never even come.

“Looking for me?” she heard, she turned her head with wide eyes to see you with a smile on your face. It was like a dog who hadn’t seen its owner in months as you two went in for a mutual hug. “Let’s go somewhere quiet,” you whispered in her ear. A similar smile on your faces as you read each other’s minds.

Looking around for a vacant room you funneled your way into one, a small yet comfortable and quiet living space. She revealed in a small bag she carried she had her comics, a hobby like this was something she could only share with you without worries of judgment. That was until you heard the door screech open, without hesitation you shoved her into the small closet nearest to you knowing it would be bad news if someone discovered your little hobby. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to her silent as ever.

Your bodies pressed together, holding her waist in a tight hug, her arms glued to her side in awkward habit. You heard your friend’s voices, searching for you two, waiting for the coast to be cleared. “It’s okay I guess,” she told you, looking down at her feet she stood as still as a statue.

With time she was worried about the small things that she’s never thought twice about before. In times like this, she should be panicking about her little secret becoming public, but she was scared whether her perfume would be to your liking. If she looked good in such dark and dim lighting. If you thought she was fat because your hands on your waist felt her stomach roll. When the door shut and it was clear no one else was in the room she became irrationally agitated. “Stop holding me weirdo,” she ordered you aggressively when she became a little too conscience.

A shy look on her face as her teeth ground together, her ears a bright red when she realized her crush on you. “Recently you’ve been so irritating, I just don’t understand,” She bit her lip to punish herself for spitting such cold words to you. Mustering up all the courage she had before quickly giving you a peck on your lips, short but sweet. “Idiot,” With no clear destination in mind, she wasted no time running out of the closet to hide from your sight.

• Yae Miko was the popular pretty girl who sold snacks during lunch breaks that the cafeteria didn’t have. She always made sure her hair and outfit were perfect even if it broke the dress code. You had an exclusive deal with her that if you bought her your mom’s fried tofu every day she’d give you a free snack.

• Your friends got tired of you bickering with your mother every week to make a batch of fried tofu every week all for the sly girl. You’d do anything for the smallest interaction or glimmer of attention from her even if she gave everyone else the exact same treatment.

• Getting Miko to the party was easy, they just bribed her with a large sum of money. Having close friends present or being lonely wasn’t a worry for her, she just saw it as a business investment. She might even bring a secret stash to sell to her peers.

The moment Miko walked through the doors she had girls and boys alike greeting her like a human magnet. In the back pocket of her jeans, she carried a small snack-sized candy bar she bought from the corner store, your favorite, just for you. A smug look on her face she tried to make her way to you, every conversation she struck up she asked if they had seen you. 

Eventually, she was led to you, your presence making this little high school party seem so much more appealing to her. Running up to you with her hands covering your eyes from behind, “Guess who?” she played with you with no concern about who you were initially talking to. She wanted to steal your attention away, your eyes would only meet hers tonight. 

That was until you were dragged from the wrist behind, a friend guiding you to another room with a “game” in mind. Miko could only roll her eyes as she followed you with her arms crossed. In return, when your friend was distracted she yanked you from behind into a small dark closet in the hallway, trying to hide from your friend’s invitation.

A superior grin on her face as you trembled in the cramped dark space. Before you could question her actions she put her finger to your lips. “Shh- you wouldn’t want them to find us hmm?” she whispered to you. She planned to stay in that closet until they gave up looking for you.

“Look I even brought you a special gift, I didn’t do this for anybody else you know,” To make light of the situation she pulled the small candy bar from her pocket, wiggling it in front of your face like you were a fish staring at a worm on a lure. Miko had always been flirty you thought as she insisted on feeding you, unwrapping the candy bar for you, making an airplane motion. “Say ahh~,” 

When you bit down your lips grazed her fingers, sparking an emotion in her of excitement. “You know you have such soft lips, what’s your secret?” Reaching for another touch, her finger traced your lower lip, her hand gripping your chin for stability. Her face approached closer and closer as you braced yourself for an impending kiss from her. After a few moments with no feeling, you opened your eyes to a grinning Miko.

“Did you honestly think I was going to kiss you?” she giggled. “I mean, do you want me to...? I will.”

[austajunk]

i have a few!

- irouma hate sex

- oumaede rough sex in kaede’s lab

- oumota hanger sex

Ouruma hate sex it is!!! <3

I’ve been dying to write Miu and Kokichi messing with each other, so teasing and bitchy smut beneath the cut!

“Heyyyy, don’t be lazy, Miss Cow Tits! I thought a fat-breasted sex genius like yourself was totally gonna show a virgin like me how to fuck!”

Miu barely had time to collect herself as the Ultimate Supreme leader flung a rubber dildo at her. It plopped against her naked thighs and rolled in between her legs on the bed.

The blonde bombshell was no stranger to fun toys of any kind, but she had never seen that monster before, dropping a lewd and nervous face that made Kokichi double over with laughter. Could anyone actually take that size all the way inside of them?! Her turquoise eyes locked on its fleshy, textured mushroom tip and ran along the veins to its base. It was a girth that would put a musclebound idiot like Gonta to shame!

Okay… this was it. Miu tried to ignore the heat rising to her face as well as the urge to fall over and play dead so Kokichi could just shove the thing inside of her and be done with it. Wait… was she a virgin? Maybe… that was something she was very much trying to block out right now as she faltered onto the red, heart-shaped bed. The cameras that hovered in her bedroom felt closer than ever.

“Sh-Shut up, okay?! I’m getting to it, you limp-dick little shit!” Miu barked back, her cheeks on fire.

Miu’s fingers wrapped around the rubber cock and traced it up her pussy, her lips shuddering as she soaked it in her juices. Nothing felt stranger than having an actual breathing audience in the form of Kokichi someone actually grinning and drinking her in as a sexual being. But oh God, she didn’t know if she was ready for this. Wasn’t her first time supposed to be with someone special or some shit?

Kokichi rolled over on the bed, staring at her in delight with his shining violet eyes. He lowered his head in his hands, grinning from ear to ear.

“Waitttt, are you actually a virgin, Miu?!”

“NO-! N..No… I‘m not—!”

The shorter companion snorted at his naked captive, almost completely in disbelief. “Holy shit. You really are…” He couldn’t believe this. Miu had her pink folds spread out to him beneath her skirt, ready to push a massive purple dildo inside of her and she had never even been touched before!

“It’s not like that, you fucking twerp! I j-just haven’t maybe gone all the way…” Miu’s voice got smaller with every excuse.

“Got it!” Kokichi responded joyfully. “A virgin, it is!” His loud, obnoxious voice made sure to be overheard for the cameras. “Nihihihihi…well, don’t keep that hungry pussy waiting! Whether you’re a slut at heart or by schooling, we’ll just have to see…”

“Ngh…” For some reason, Miu started to feel queasy on the inside. The fleshy mushroom tip soaked thoroughly into her cunt juices before she aimed the toy for her core.

Swallowing everything she wanted to let out at the moment, Miu raised herself above the toy. The slightest hint of wetness poked from her eyes. Then she slammed her hips down. The rubber toy shot inside of her like a bullet, forcing her to thrust her chest up into the air in a massive bounce.

“FUCK—! Fuck—!!!” Miu cried out. She panted roughly, squealing every so often to get through the immense pressure tearing through her. “SHIT FUCKING HELL MOTHERF-!”

Kokichi blinked and then his eyes went wide with wonder. He couldn’t actually believe it. Considering the way she spit lewd remarks out of her mouth left and right, he really was joking about the virgin thing! But she just actually—

Watching the toy go inside her made him stiffen uncomfortably in his pants. “Fuck…” He groaned to himself, rubbing the front of his trousers with a sadistic smile.

With the rubber cock skewering her warm depths, she knew she would never truly go back to how she was before this. And yet, her body was starting to adjust to the girth of the toy, plunging it and out of her body with a renewed gusto. It felt good, but she needed something more to truly reach that sweet peak of pleasure that she longed for. If she could only enter a world of bliss, she wouldn’t think about the multiple cameras watching her humiliating display…

“Jesus, do I have to do everything for you?” Kokichi chortled above her. He really tried to sound disappointed but watching the blonde fuck herself was just too good.

But sadly, every time she neared a pleasured release, Kokichi’s taunts brought her away from that orgasm. “Fuck…” Miu whimpered in futility until she felt his weight next to her on the bed. Kokichi yanked the toy away and commanded her to lie back and keep her hands above her head. “Ah…” Her heart immediately started racing, fear and bewilderment splashing over her pretty blonde features as soon as she saw that evil grin on his face. Whatever Kokichi had in mind, it was going to be so far away from anything close to mercy.

“You aren’t going to actually get off but skewering yourself like that, you dumb bitch,” said Kokichi, eyeing the line of juices that smothered the rubber cock. “Here..” With a bit more delicacy, he began to tease up her folds and rest the vibrating head across her Clit.

Her pink slit glistened with her juices that had already seeped away the last of her used cherry. Her clit was already a swollen, eager nub above her folds and Miu immediately squealed in delight like a pig as soon as the tip of the rubber cock was teased up her pussy.

“Ngh… that’s it… that feels good…” Her mouth watered.

But such an illusion of bliss was shattered when the vibrating tool was shoved so roughly inside of her. She bucked and cried out, tossing her head into one of the pillows while she struggled not to move her arms. She wanted to wrap her legs around the cock, to drive it in deeper. Luckily, Kokichi read her mind and pounded her pussy with the toy until curved up to her sweetest spot. “I’m gonna… fuck me… please!” She moaned for the cameras. He even allowed the vibration to connect with her clit, sending her into a fit of new moans. A line of drool was already trickling down her lips…just as she noticed Kokichi was getting above her…

“Open up.” It was all Kokichi had to say and Miu understood instantly.

Mindlessly, her tongue left her lips to give his six inches a long and slow lick. Even though she was a virgin, this wasn’t her first time tasting a cock. But Kokichi was bigger than the one nerd she happened to blow outside a science convention. The cold air and Kokichi’s ministrations had left Miu’s nipples as hard as little red cherries. As much as she wanted Kokichi to play with her more, she was considerably eager to suck his cock and surprise him with her skills there. And then his face as soon as her tongue lightly licked the tip. But the wild slap to her ass sent her sputtering and off course, leaving a red print to backside as she was forced to take him inside her mouth—

“UNGH-! Ack…”

How Kokichi Ouma was so endowed, she would never know. She gave a hungry groan and obliged him. Her mouth opened and the cock pushed to the back of her throat. "...!!!" Little strings of saliva hung down Miu’s cheeks as she bobbed her head and down his shafts, her tongue brushing the veiny bumps along the ridge. She lashed at the spot under his cock, one she knew was full of nerves. “Mhmm… hrk…” The lewd noises of his cock squishing into her mouth combined with the toy made her pussy tighten over the dildo as an orgasm flooded her body. She couldn't take it anymore. “I-I’m…c-cumming-!” She cried out before his cock plugged her mouth once more. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her face was caught in a hazy look of stupidity and arousal. Her hot nectar spilled down the toy and over the tips of Kokichi’s digits as he teased her mercilessly.

“Awww gross, Miu…you sprayed everywhere…” That annoying voice lured her straight out of her pleasured state. The little fucker… “Should I tell everyone that you secretly like me, cockwhore?”

She wanted to answer back in spite, to rip his dick right off with her teeth. But Kokichi had enough foresight to plunge towards her throat to keep her busy.

It was true that Miu had been lost in the throes of her orgasm. With all the dirty material she consumed, she knew she was surely a masochistic bitch at heart. Even then, there was still the hesitation at actually going for such sordid means of pleasure. But with a vibrator digging against her cervix while its little rabbit ears nuzzled her clit, Miu was content to completely let herself slip away into pure heaven. Her mind wanted to wander as she rode out her squirting climax and think on if any of the other students were watching and if they were jealous that Kokichi was tormenting her ruthlessly instead of them.

But her thoughts couldn’t travel far. Instead, she felt the quick pulse inside the muscles of her throat, the threat of Kokichi about to blow his load inside of her.

Kokichi grunted and slipped his fingers roughly into her blonde locks. He shoved her head forward over his dick, making sure her nose was shoved up against his pubes until he climaxed.

“Fuck… that’s it… drink it all, you dirty…” His lips twisted into a hot grin of satisfication. Fuck. He hadn’t actually expected to like messing with such a masochistic inventor… but his entire body was quivering from the right throat fuck!

His cum spurted into her mouth and across her tongue to drink. “Nghhh…”

Finally, the last rope of spunk was plastered across her cheek as they both fell back on the bed now split apart.

“Shit yeah…” Miu gurgled, burying her head in her arms.

And yet, Kokichi couldn’t resist. “Awwww… that was a good try… but I’m sure I’ve had better, Miu!”

Miu kept her head buried, but stuck up the middle finger from her right hand.

“Go blow Pooichi then, you cock-starved taint.”

[dustofthedailylife]

hiii love, congrats again on 500 followers, you deserve it definitely ♡ so many more too, actually

your event is so cute, i just had to join in on the fun too! i hope you don’t mind me giving you some options for you to play matchmaker? that way it’s going to be a surprise for me too hehe~

i‘d like to receive either a confession or a love letter from either xiao or childe or is there a secret admirer i don’t know about? ♡

also i‘m working on your matchup next, i just haven’t had the time to properly sit down and write o(TヘTo)

→ Letters from the Heart // 500 Follower Celebration Event

A/N: Oh my gosh tumblr did a goof and I thought your ask vanished just as I finished writing it and was about to paste it here *panicks* But it's here again, wohooo!

Thank you so much, Holly! >///< I smiled when I read your ask and I hope you like your letter! Also don't stress about the matchup, I know you're working on them and I'm not going anywhere, so take your time with shipping me, hehe <(￣︶￣)>

Oh! I almost forgot, here is your letter. I'm not saying who it's from but all I'm saying is that he looked a little nervous and not as confident as he usually seems- a bit unusual for him, hehe :3

Hey girlie!

Been a while since we last spoke face to face. I really hope I can come back home soon, we don’t want you to forget my face now, do we? Who knew that conquering the world could be so time consuming, huh? Haha, I jest… of course. 

I have received your letter today as well. I'm glad you took the time to write to me, it really made my day a lot better and I’m glad to hear you’re doing well - I do hope you’re not overworking yourself though? I know all too well that you tend to do that without noticing, in which case please remember to take a breather from time to time please - for me? 

In case you’ve heard anything, how are Teucer, Tonia and the others doing? I hope they’re all well. You know, I really hate being away from home because of them, the one thing I miss the most when I’m away is my family.

And you, actually.

In fact, I’ve thought of you every single day since my departure. Sometimes when I was lying awake at night, I wondered what you were doing right now at the other end of the continent. Are you also awake, are you reading or are you perhaps preparing your next letter for me? By the Tsaritsa, this must sound so cliché and cheesy right now - but I’m not sorry, I need to finally get this off my chest.

I originally meant to wait until I am back home again to tell you this in person, but it seems like I will have to stay a little while longer, things are not quite going according to plan over here in Liyue. If I find the courage to actually send this letter? I don’t know… I guess, if you’re reading this, I did actually decide to send it your way.

All I can think about right now is how you will look at me when I finally arrive back home. How you will smile and hug me and how you will look so sad again when I have to leave. I want nothing more than to be able to stay by your side forever and I always find that something is missing whenever I am not with you.

I have feelings for you. Actually, I’ve had them for as long as I can remember and I dream of building a future together with you - I know my job could get in the way of that but I would quit instantly if you’d ask me to do so. I’d run to the edge of the world and back if it meant I can be by your side.

I only hope you feel the same about me.

With love,

Ajax

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want part 2

Have fun and be safe

Part one

Part three

Part four

Warnings: 18+ 

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It had been nearly three weeks after the incident of Remus fucking you and plugging your pussy with his cum. He did his best to act nonchalant, as if nothing happend, but you knew better. Remus wouldn‘t stop staring at you and Sirius whenever the both of you made out. Little did he know that you were doing it on purpose, that Sirius already knew about what happend. You had told him immediately and never had Sirius been so enthusiastic to eat you out.

„Fuck this might be my only chance to taste Moonys cum, please.“ Sirius was downright filthy after he got a taste, licking and sucking until there was nothing left. He even came untouched, the idea that his best mate had fucked his girl full, already made him cum like a bitch in heat.

Tonight, you and Sirius would break him. Make him fall apart and piece him back together. You wouldn‘t stop until he was a sobbing mess underneath you.

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Sirius kissed you deeper, hands squeezing your ass as you sat in his lap, pulling his long hair free of the messy bun. You were sitting on Remus‘ bed, just as he had told you that you should, if you wanted a second time. Well, now he had you both to play with.

Remus walked through the door and was confronted with the sight of you and Sirius furiously making out on his bed. Sirius had your ass spread, showing only thin, lacey underwear, but he could faintly make out the lines of your pussy lips leaking against the fabric. Still looking he saw Sirius‘ boner in his tight jeans and nearly came then and there. You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed with pleasure and beckoned him towards you. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he stumbled in your direction, watching as Sirius‘ sucked and licked at your throat.

„You said that you would fuck me if I sat on your bed again. Now Sirius is as well.“

Sirius didn‘t stop sucking, only peered up at Remus through his thick black lashes and grinned. Remus gulped, hands fisting at his side to stop himself from touching his best friend.

„We want to fuck you Remus. Do you want that as well?“, Sirius drawled lowly, blinking his grey eyes prettily. Remus‘ breath caught in his throat.

„When did you tell him?“

„Right after you fucked me full of your cum and plugged me up. Don‘t worry Sirius enjoyed the taste of your cum.“

Remus closed his eyes and took a calming breath. You were killing him.

„Relax Moons, I‘m not mad. Promise.“

Remus looked at his friend and nodded lightly. „You should fuck some patience into her mate, she‘s feisty.“

Sirius grinned at his best mate, „Fuck her for me then.“

Remus smirked back and looked at you. Your pupils were already dailated and your pussy wet with the thought of being fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend. You let out a soft mewl, resting your head on Sirius‘ and pouted as you looked at Remus.

„C‘mon Remmy, been waiting for weeks to have you...“

Remus groaned at that, finally giving in and bend down to press a kiss on your lips, tongue caressing yours. Sirius let out a breathy Remus and Remus turned his head to look at his friend. Sirius was looking at him closely, as if he had seen him for the first time in his life and surged forward to kiss Remus hard. Remus couldn‘t resist, not Sirius, and immediately melted against him, letting you pull him on the bed. He laid on his back, letting you straddle his waist as he continued to kiss Sirius passionately. It was filthy, they were licking and biting, moaning and breathing in each others mouths, not once coming up for air. You pushed Sirius back slightly to pull off Remus‘ shirt and pressed kisses along his upper body, sucking at his nipples, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

„Sirius, love, I want you to watch as Remus fucks me.“

The boys stopped kissing and Sirius moaned out a ,Fuck yes, I want to see you both’, before he settled against Remus‘ headboard.

„You really are a slut, aren‘t you? Getting off on your boyfriend watching us fuck? You‘re filthy puppy, you suprise me every time,“ Remus said against your lips as his hands worked on taking off your bra.

„You should have seen her when she told me about it, Moony. She begged me to let you join us, begged me to let you fuck her again. Not that she needed to beg for long“, Sirius commented, as he watched you make out.

You whined, listening to them talk as if you weren‘t there. As if you were a toy for their pleasure. These boys are sin.

Remus let out a mocking laugh as he pulled your head back to look at your face. „Aw pup, don‘t worry I‘ll give you something to beg for..“

You only whimpered at that, silently begging him to touch you. Remus got up and pushed you on your back, kissing down your neck, hands playing with your tits. He was kneading them hard, his pointer and thumb pinching your nipples until they were sore, his mouth sucking yellowish bruises on your soft skin. You writhed underneath him, arching your chest in his mouth. He leaned back, satisfied with the state of your tits and continued to kiss his way down to your pussy, leaving a trial of spit in his wake. With a sharp tug he rid you of your clothing and pushed your legs against your chest.

„So thats what your pretty cunt looks like unfucked...God, I just want to ruin it.“

Sirius moaned at that and you heard him open the buckle of his belt.

Remus kissed your clit, spit on your pussy and slowly parted your lips with his fingers to push his tongue inside. You trembled at that, hips grinding on his face. Remus let out low groans, the vibrations making you even more sensitive.

„Enough Moony, fuck her already, c‘mon“, Sirius‘ voice urged.

Remus pulled back at that, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You knew better than to complain, so you just clamped your mouth shut and looked at Remus expectantly. Remus gave you a mocking smile at that.

„Greedy slut‘s learning hm? Good puppy.“

„Yes Remmy, wanna be good. Want you to fuck me good“, you said with a simper, lips pulling into a pout.

Remus grinned even more and Sirius chuckled from behind you.

„Since when are you so polite darling?“

„You would be too if he would stop fucking you before you reach your orgasm, Siri. Remus can be evil.“

Remus let out a breathless laugh and moved towards Sirius. You sat up to watch the exchange.

He leaned in to kiss his friend, lips that had been licking at your pussy just a few minutes ago. They didn‘t care, clearly enjoying your tase and Remus pulled back to whisper against Sirius‘ lips. „M‘gonna lay down now and your girlfriend will ride me until I come inside of her. I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock Padfoot, can you do that? Will you fuck my mouth?“

Sirius let out a broken moan against his lips. „Remus, fuck, yes please.“ „Good boy.“

Remus took off the rest of his clothes and threw them carelessly on the floor. You hurried to climb onto his lap and smeared your pussy on his cock to get him wet. Slowly you pushed the head of his cock against your hole and sat down, both of you let out broken moans. You stopped when he was lodged deep inside of you and waited for further instructions. Sirius immediately knelt over Remus‘ face and rubbed the tip of his cock against his lips. Remus‘ tongue gave a slow lick and Sirius shuddered, pushing his cock in further. You braced your hands on Remus‘ chest and started to fuck yourself on his cock in a fast pace, grinding and fucking your pussy to your hearts content. Fuck you dreamt about this for weeks. Pleasure slowly began to build up in your belly and you chased it, going harder, squeezing around his cock, rubbing your clit. Remus growled at the tightness and Sirius let out a high pitched moan, fucking Remus‘ mouth, not caring that his friend was tearing up and choking. If anything, it made him hotter and he rutted against Remus‘ face chasing his orgasm.

„Sirius, lean forward“, you said and stopped riding Remus. You tugged at your boyfriends hair and made him suck on your fingers. Slowly you rubbed your fingers against his asshole and pushed them inside, just as Remus thrusted up in your pussy, displeased with the lack of moving. You began riding him again, your fingers fucking your boyfriends ass, the other one massaging his heavy balls.

„Fuck, god, don‘t stop, oh please don‘t stop..“

Sirius was a blabbering mess, not knowing if he should rock forward to fuck Remus‘ face or backwards to fuck your fingers. He let out a shriek as your fingers brushed his spot and braced himself on his hands, giving you full access. You pulled away from Remus, wanting to give your beautiful boyfriend the best orgasm of his life. Your fingers fucked him harder, your other hand tugging at his balls, feeling them draw up to his body, close to cumming. Remus sucked his cock, spit leaking out of the corner of his mouth as he groaned around the cock in his mouth.

Remus and you fucked him relentlessly and Sirius could barely hold himself upright, voice hitching and watery with pleasure.

„Yes yes yes ooh, don‘t sto- ah“

He came hard, pushing his cock down Remus‘ throat as far as possible, his ass clenching around your fingers as you fucked him through his orgasm. Remus let out choking sounds as he did his best to swallow all of his best friends cum, his hands spanking Sirius‘ ass hard. With a low groan Sirius slid out of Remus‘ mouth and collapsed next to your bodies, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was clearly gone, eyes glazed over, body trembling with pleasure.

You leaned down, kissing Remus, tasting Sirius cum, reminding you of your first kiss with the werewolf. Remus hummed, remembering too and kissed you back lazily, pushing you on your back to fuck you again. His cock was steadily leaking cum, not farm from his own orgasm. He thrust into your pussy with a sharp trust, drinking in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you senseless.

„You and your filthy boyfriend thought you could break me huh? Make me beg? Now look at you both. Pathetic sluts, m‘gonna show you how to properly fuck“, Remus bit out, voice strained and angry for being denied his orgasm by you so often.

„Fuck Remmy, please“, you gasped out, the knot it your belly steadily buildig up again and you trapped him between your legs, not letting him leave until he fucked you full of his cum.

He fucked and fucked and fucked you so hard you could barely breathe until he burried himself to the hilt and let out a throaty moan against the skin of your neck. He came and came, filling you to the brim with his seed, not stopping until you begged him to.

„Rem, s‘too much Remmy, stop“

„Before that it wasn‘t enough, now s‘too much? Make up your mind you dirty whore“

You could only sob at that, your body trembling all over, your blood feeling as if it boils your from the inside.

Finally he pulled out slowly, enyoing the way your pussy clenched around him and fell on your other side.

It was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to calm down, listening to the Sirius breathe, already fallen asleep due to the force of his orgasm.

„Did you enjoy it?“

„You serious? I had the hardest orgasm of my life!“

You let out a tired giggle. „M‘glad then. Stay Remmy.“

„You sure? I um I can just sleep in Padfoots bed, s‘alright if-

„Remus, please stay.“

He gave you a relieved smile.

„I‘ll stay.“

You gave him a satisfied grin, tugging Sirius up to rest his head on your chest and Remus threw his arm over the both of you, head resting above yours.

The End (unless you want more lol, lemme know)