#im trying to write but i can't write while being this fucking cold

[calamitoustide]

should've just skipped my last class and went home

[xeeljii]

IM YR DOG

I am here to be yours I don't want you to hurt

WARNING! Explicit RPF! 

Summary: Joost hasn’t been in a real relationship in a long while and when his first anniversary with you rolls around he fucks up royally. 

Word count: 7,4k

CW: 18+, f! reader, no pronouns used for reader, angst but happy ending, established relationship, make up sex, premature ejaculation is romantic lol, multiple orgasms, shower sex.

IMPORTANT A/N! I usually write with an older/current age Joost in mind but this one feels more early 20s type so just keep that in mind. 

Joost was finishing up his album, it was chaos and you had almost not seen each other in the week, texting sparingly and only ever feeling his presence when you got back from work and saw more of his clothes had disappeared and new ones appeared in the hamper, it was a storm brewing with both of you blissfully unaware. He hadn’t been sleeping much or at all, totally engrossed in his work, he gives you shit about your dedication to yours but he is the real workaholic, once he gets an idea can't stop until it is finished, even forgetting to eat or what day it is. Speaking of days, today was Saturday, also your anniversary. He had a reservation for a table at your favorite restaurant, had already planned every step of the day and the evening months ahead, like it was the world cup final and yet today of all days he didn’t text you at all. You assume that he must be in the studio finishing up something, and you would just meet up at the restaurant at six like you had planned. 

However his brain was completely fried, overworked to exhaustion, the blinds of the studio pulled down to concentrate and phone thrown around somewhere in silence because he just NEEDED to get this las song done. He doesn’t know when the last time he had a proper meal was or what time of the day it was but when he finishes the song that had been driving him crazy for three days straight he feels he can final breath in relief. The tension in the studio had been palpable for a few days now but when he yells “Done!” triumphantly everyone feels at ease again.

“I think I need a drink or a few.” Someone suggests and everyone follows with jovial moods. 

Joost is so tired but just wants to let loose for what feels like the first time in forever. The group ends up at someone’s house, alcohol starts being poured and the music is loud enough to deafen, someone’s neighbors will complain surely but right now as Joost sits on the couch finally able to not think about the album anymore he couldn’t care less. He just relaxes, drinks and smokes like it is his last night on earth and laughs with his friends until his stomach hurts.  

You on the other side are sitting alone in a fancy restaurant table. You stay there far longer than you should, you text him and try to call him insistently but no luck. Did he get in accident? After an hour you start getting scared and desperate but don’t want to move in case he actually comes. You are a beautiful statue of nerves and anxiety glued to the table dumbly waiting for someone who isn’t coming. By the second hour you check your phone again, no reply but then you open instagram and see someone had posted a picture with his recognizable figure on the background, on closer inspection you can see cans of beer thrown around and bottles of liquor decorating every corner of the place. You feel as if a cold bucket of water has been dropped on your head. Your palms start sweating, you are holding onto the phone painfully thigh, you feel like everyone is watching you, like every couple in the restaurant is judging you and feeling pity for how stupid you are. You can’t stand it anymore and you stand from the table as gracefully as you can, feeling cold anger burn inside you, you pay for your drinks and get a taxi home. You are silently fuming and can’t stop the angry tears from falling from your eyes that you are wiping away furiously with your trembling hands.

Right after you enter your shared apartment and kick off your shoes you hear the door open again, there are heavy steps almost stumbling up to the living room before he sees you.

“Hi liefde.” He is smiling so widely, oblivious to your inner turmoil and just happy to see you in what has been way too long, he tries walking up to you but you move out of his way quickly.

You notice the stumble on his step and the smell reaches you, he is completely wasted. He tries to get his balance again resting his elbow on the kitchen counter and looking up at you. He wolf whistles or does his best attempt at it in the state he is in.

“You look so are pretty schat, did you have dinner with your friends?” His eyes are unfocused and half lidded it all makes to enrage you even more.

“I don’t know Joost, did you have drinks with yours?” You say venom dripping from every word and if he wasn't so intoxicated maybe he would notice, but instead he replies happily. 

“Yeah! We finished the album!” He tries to grab hold of you and pull you into a hug but again you avoid him, shaking the grab of his hand from your wrist.

“You reek.” You say walking away from him to get a glass of water.

He is a little confused now but he has missed you so much he just wants a little kiss. “Yeah sorry.” he smiles sheepishly rubbing a hand through his messy hair but you don’t even look up, your back facing him. 

“Liefde~” he purrs, his arms reach at your hips from behind, he pulls himself closer, wraps his strong arms around your middle and rest his head against the top of yours. “I missed you baby.” You don’t reply, don’t move at all, it is like you are barely breathing.

His brain is trying to catch up with what is happening, you would usually do something to hold him back, rest your hands against his or at least hum in acknowledgment if you are busy, but now in his arms it feels like he is holding at a cold marble statue. He is starting to panic a little, trying to remember something he did wrong and coming on empty handed. He waits a long moment before opening his mouth again.

“Wait did I forget to empty the dishwasher?” He asks timidly.

Unbelievable, he doesn’t even know it, doesn’t even remember, you had spent hours getting ready for a guy who stood you up to go drinking and doesn’t even know. You feel so stupid, in a second start second guessing every moment of your relationship, every tender word, every decision that got you to this place.

“I don’t know Joost, if it is so unimportant then maybe it isn’t worth your worry.” You reply almost in a whisper, your voice cracks in the last part.

You are angry but even more you are sad, you feel dumb and out of place in his life, all the little insecurities you had been carrying around come back with a vengeance to kick you when you are down. You doubt of the place you even have in his heart, the embrace of his arms feels fake rather than welcoming and you just push him away to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

You feel tears start to form at your waterline again, your heart feels heavy and you can barely breath in. You start to walk away. 

When he fells you step away from his arms a cold fear goes straight up his spine. “Baby…” He calls out, panic clear in his tone.

You turn on your feet, defeated faced covered in tears. “It was our anniversary” You say, looking at him.

He looks paralyzed for a second and then you see the exact moment the words make sense in his head. “I didn’t-I forgot- we were gonna go to that place - oh fuck liefde.” He is stumbling all over his words, he makes a move to reach you but you lash out again, he has no right to be acting like this when he was the on that left you all alone.

“I was alone in that restaurant for hours! I kept texting and calling you like an idiot thinking you would show up thinking oh he wouldn’t forget me here, right? Everyone was looking at me like I am dumb and maybe I fucking am because why am I even with someone who can’t be bother to show up and instead goes get fucking wasted on OUR ANNIVERSARY!” Your throat feels raw with every word, you are screaming on his face, the anger and sadness boil into something vicious you want to hurt him, want to make him feel the same way you felt, it is an awful thing that you can’t stop.

“I am sorry liefde, please.”

You can’t stand to see his face right now, turn around and start walking to the bedroom. You want to get undressed quickly, get out of the stupid clothes he bought you and the stupid lingerie you had bought to match them, you wanted to surprise him but he ended up being the one to surprise you in the worst way possible. You feel so pathetic and small it is making you start to itch.

“Baby please look at me.” He keeps walking quickly behind you, doesn’t know what to say or what to do that will make you feel better “I will make it up to you, I promise.” He grabs at your wrist but you quickly pull away again almost painfully. 

“Oh you promise? Well we have both have seen how much you care about your promises.” Your sarcastic tone cuts right through his heart. He looks hurt by that. 

He is not used to anniversaries or birthdays or really keeping track of the year on events, he goes with the flow of things and that is exactly what you like about him but now it feels like he just doesn’t care about you and that thought is scary, it makes you feel completely unimportant like the old kettle on his kitchen or the forgotten old clothes at the back of the closet, it makes you mean.

“Schat, please, let's talk.” Every pet name feels like another slap.

It is your first anniversary together, he had been so excited, he wanted to make you happy and yet here you were angry and hurt all because of him, he didn’t want you to remember your first like this and all of a sudden he worries this would be the only anniversary he would get with you.

“Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you right now. Go sleep on the couch or get out and go drinking I don’t give a fuck, just leave me alone!”  You walk quickly into your shared room that right now feels like prison and close the door with a loud bang after you. 

The shared apartment that is usually filled with music and laughter is now in complete silence, it feels cold and empty, the air is thick with tension and the only sounds are of the clock on the wall that you had bought and the dripping from the faucet on the kitchen that he had forgotten to fix. He stands in the middle of the living room unable to move, he wants to cry, wants to scream, wants to beat himself up for being so useless, wants to crawl on hands and knees and plead with you, but above all else he feels so guilty. He can’t get the image of your sad face from out of his head and this time it is all his fault. He never wants to hurt you, only wants to be the cause of your happiness. Maybe he really is not made to be in a relationship like some people had warned him, maybe even worse he doesn’t deserve it.

Inside the room you undress quickly and throw everything into the hamper. You change into your pajamas, usually you like to wear his clothes to sleep, his familiar smell makes you more relaxed but now you can’t deal with it. You throw yourself on the shared bed and cry silently against the pillows, they smell just like him it only adds fuel to the fire. You can’t stop yourself you feel the world crumbling around you and there is no exit, no one that will come save you and the only person who would you don’t even know if you matter to him at all.

After what feels like hours you must have become exhausted from your own crying and fallen into deep slumber. 

You wake up in the early hours of the morning, your throat feels painfully dry, your head hurts, your eyes feel heavy but now you are too tired to cry anymore. You feel something at the end of the bed, you raise on your elbow and look down, there he is, the bastard, at the foot of your bed like a kicked puppy. He must have wormed his way in the room at some point during the night while you slept and fallen sleep still on his clothes. He looks so pale, you realize there are deep dark circles under his eyes and it pains your heart even in the middle of all this fighting. He has one cold hand holding lightly at your calf under the covers, so pathetic. You want to kick him, watch him tumble from the bed, but still he is your bastard, no? 

You are still angry and you have no intentions of playing nice after what he just pulled on you, you hit him lightly with your foot and then harder when he doesn’t wake up. Finally groggily and confused he raises his head and immediately looks for your face in the dark of the early morning.

“I told you I wanted to sleep alone.” You say with a cold tone.

“Sorry, I missed you.” He says sniffling softly and rubbing at his eyes, you can tell from how red they are that he had been crying too.  “Can we talk please?” He says now sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“I don’t know. Are you still drunk?” You throw back harsh words at him, he regrets it, really does, he truly forgot, not that it makes it okay but the thought of you sitting waiting for him all alone in a restaurant for hours breaks his heart.

“I am really very sorry.” You don't reply and just cross your arms over your chest. “I totally forgot and I know it is not an excuse, we just finished the new song and we wanted to celebrate, it slipped my mind then I lost track of time, I had no idea it was already Saturday.” He looks up at you expectantly. 

“Well I’m happy you had fun!” It comes with more bite than perhaps you want it but still there is tension bubbling inside you. 

“Liefde…” He sounds pleading. 

You bite at your lip before speaking to keep in a pathetic little sound, you don’t want to start crying again so you swallow down harshly. “You really hurt me Joost.”

You hate saying those words, you hate the way his face breaks at them, but it is the truth and that hurts the most.

He starts crawling up the bed softly, slowly like a scared animal, as if you were going to push him away again. “I know, and I cannot apologize enough.” He still has his hand on your calf rubbing slow circles on your skin more to calm himself down than anything, you liked his little habit of fidgeting with his hands when he was nervous but now it is a painful reminder of everything that has happened. “I know I can’t make up for it right now but I really do love you, I love you so much and I am so sorry for hurting you I never wanted-“ his voice cracks, tears had started falling from his deep blue eyes at some point his voice sounds wet and strained, he sniffles trying to compose himself. “I really love you, I don't want to lose you”.

Your eyebrows knit in worry, you hate that he even thought that he would. “You won’t.”

You grab at his hand in your leg, and stroke lightly over it, you are gonna be okay, maybe not right now, maybe it will take some time to rebuild but it is okay, you are gonna give yourself and him the chance, it is going to be okay in the end or it is not the end. 

He allows himself to cry at that, unhurriedly like he can finally breath again. He goes to place a kiss on your knee, looks up through wet eyelashes, you pull at him to sit up, he follows easily and when you pull your hand away he wants to chase it but doesn’t want to try his luck too much. You lay softly against the pillows before you open you arms motioning for him to come over, he does so quick that he almost crushes into you, whispering little I’m sorries against the crook of your neck, kissing softly at the warm skin so his love can reach you. You let him, you feel his soft sniffles against your skin, his cheeks, his whole face, is wet with tears, you run your fingers through soft strands of golden hair, you have cried enough for today and it feels the first time you can truly breath easy. With him in your arms you feel at peace again. You let him cry as he wishes and just caress his back through it until he calms down. 

After a long while you think he might have fallen asleep on you but then he speaks up almost in a whisper. “I really do love you so much.”

You pull at his shirt gently so he will meet your eyes “I love you too Joost, always” You kiss him softly it taste salty but comforting, it taste like him, like home. 

You continue to kiss softly like you are kissing for the first time again, it feels good and soothing to your heart, he kisses you like he wants to melt into you, you know he loves you as you do. You still want to tease him a bit though, so you pull back and whisper an inch against his lips. 

“You know I bought a new lingerie set.” He perks up immediately, you shake your head, “Already took it off, since my boyfriend stood me up and all that.” You scrunch your nose for emphasis, he immediately pouts he can’t belive on what he is missing for his own mistakes. 

“Liefde-” He starts to whine, you pinch at his cheeks.

“I was really looking forward to tonight.” You pout at him, he gets the hint immediately so in tune with you sometimes words are not needed.

“Can I at least make this up to you now?” He says big blue yes staring at you pleading while his hand goes to play with the band of your pajama shorts. 

“Make it worth my while” You smile at him. 

He crawls slowly over your body gently to not put any weight on you. You look up at him, eyes still a little heavy with sleep, a little red from crying, it makes his heart hurt uncomfortably in his chest. He goes to kiss at the high of your cheeks gently placing soft little pecks on your eyes on the tip of your nose until he finally reaches your lips. His first kiss is chaste a little nervous but you open your mouth for him so he starts moving more insistently, kissing you back, he pushes his tongue past your teeth caressing softly at the inside of your mouth. Your hands find the back of his neck and grab instinctively pulling him closer, his hands roam slowly down your body until he reaches the hem of your camisole, you nod against his kiss so he pulls it off you in quick motion before returning to your lips. He kisses along your jaw, leaves an open mouthed trail of kisses down to your neck, feels the lingering scent of your perfume, the one he got you while traveling, he licks at the column of your throat it sends your heart into overdrive. He kisses slowly on your collar bones, bites gently at the skin there while his hands rub sotting shapes at your waist where he is holding you.

He starts pressing big open mouthed kisses at the skin of your chest, reaches one hand to play with one of your soft mounds, slightly stimulating the sensitive skin of you nipple, you press against his touch so delicious and warm in the middle of the cold room. He is licking and sucking all over your tits but avoiding your most sensitive spot where you want him, your legs are rubbing together trying to get any friction going on your core. You grow tired of the teasing as much as he wants to take this slow you are impatient as ever. 

“Joost-“ you whine pushing your chest against his face, he is breathing right against the skin of your nipple but won’t move. 

“Yes baby?” He asks playing coy, how dare he tease you.

You press your breasts together pushing them towards his warm lips. “Please~” You say in a breathy whiny moan that has him twitching in his boxers.

He always sets out to take his time with you and loses that battle halfway through when you sound so needy, he can’t say no and much less now. He goes to lick over your nipple, the skin hardens at the contact he sucks gently first then harder moving his tongue on the tip while his hand plays with the other scratching softly with his nail at the pebbled skin. Kneads softly at the fat with his big hand then switches and repeats the process. He sucks at the perked bud, his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration trying to bring you as much pleasure as he can to show you all the love he feels.

He keeps his beautiful ministrations down your tender body until he reaches you navel, kisses at your belly softly then moves even further south, reaches with sweet hands to the hem of your pajama shorts, you nod at him with a lip trapped between your teeth. He pulls the last of your clothing off in a swift motion, you feel how wet you are, naked, fully to his mercy. He kisses softly down the mound between your legs leaving a sweet peck at your clit that has you mewling but you know when it comes to this, it is as much about you as it is about him, so you let him take his time to do as he pleases. He kisses the inside of your thighs, because you are his, because he can. Takes his sweet time feeling the soft skin there, then licks a stripe up your core, it makes you twitch against his mouth. He adds to the wetness with his spit, with two fingers he spreads you open to kiss deeper into you, you feel his tongue exploratory at your hole softly pushing against the wet muscle. 

“Yes like that” You keep giving little praises to keep him going, your hands go to his hair to keep him in place, as if that was even needed when between your thighs is his favorite place on earth. He could live like this eternally and be grateful. 

He sucks gently at your clit, feels how hard it is on his tongue, licks up and down toying with it, you push your hips up towards his face, he moves his hands to hold at your hips, you are trembling slightly, he moves his hands and grabs behind your thighs and pushes one up placing it behind his shoulders to give himself more room. 

“I’m so close Joost please don’t stop”. You say, he moans against your heat in response, it vibrates on every nerve, he is kissing and licking wildly into you like he is making out with your pussy rather than eating you out, it is too much you have too look away and yet the lascivious sounds he pulls from you fill the room.

He licks deeply into your cunt, into the deep sweetness, he fucks you with his tongue until you have tears rolling down your cheeks while his other hand presses soft but firm circles on your clit to bring you to an orgasm. You feel yourself unraveling quickly your hips pushing wildly against him while he continues to lick you through it, he feels your pussy twitch and clench on his tongue, he is so painfully hard at some point he started humping against the mattress to relieve tension, your sweet screams of pleasure are all the reward he wants. You pull on his hair so hard it hurts but he doesn’t separate even an inch from you while you ride your high trying to prolongate it as much as he can with soft licks to your core and deft fingers on your clit. 

When the stimulation gets too much you start running from the touch, he places soft kisses on your wet folds as you push away his head gently but he holds you by the hips, hugging around your lower half to keep you close. He rest his head against one of your thighs and looks up so blissful, all pussy drunk and sweet, chin and mouth still wet with your release. 

“Get naked, I want to feel you.” You say more as an order than a plea and he is up from the bed in a second. 

He is still wearing the clothes he wore when he came home, not like he could have changed into anything since you locked yourself in the bedroom. He has sobered up but he is still a little slow and uncoordinated. Your hands moves slowly down you chest pulling lightly at your nipples still wet from his spit, he starts tracking your movements with his eyes, swallows deeply. He pulls his shirt over his head and catches how your hand goes between your legs and start softly toying with your bundle of nerves looking up to him through heavy eyelids. He can’t pull his eyes away, can’t move and feels his throat close, this is the hottest thing he has seen in his life and he is short circuiting. You start rubbing harder building back up to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Quickly~” You moan incessantly rubbing at your clit, legs spread for his viewing pleasure and grabbing at your nipples with the other hand to give him a show and torture him a little more.

“Please have mercy on me, I’m gonna die.” He whines as he struggles dumbly to unbuckle his belt and fails.

“If I come before you are done I’m just going back to sleep.” You say with no real intention behind it, just to see him get more flustered, you like him like this all red and dumb, all for you. 

You moan loudly pushing two fingers inside your heat. At the threat he pulls his pants and boxers down in a quick motion almost falling when his ankles get tangled in the fabric and he falls back at the edge of the bed. You laugh at that, how desperate he is still for you, even a year in the wonder isn’t lost at all. He loves the sound of your carefree laughter is so grateful he gets to hear it even when it is at his expenses. 

“Good boy~” You almost purr. You spread your legs for him, letting him come near you slowly feeling the mattress dips at his weight but you put a hand in his stomach to stop him before he enters you. “You have to earn it.”

He is probably gonna cum without even putting it in, he has given up at this point, but he nods his head dutifully after the day he made you have and presses just his tip against your folds how you like it. You feel so hot under him and he is all but dripping over your core. He puts his hands at the back of your thighs pushing softly so you will give him more space, with your legs almost against your chest he sees the way you pussy flutters under his gaze almost like a flower, so wet and glistening for him. He starts rubbing softly against you lips making sure his tip presses generously against your clit every time he comes near it. You cunt is so pretty and shiny with your release, all for him, he can’t take his eyes away. He keeps moving rubbing against you as your hips try to match him to feel more of that delicious friction. 

Soon you are moaning again under him. “I’m close Joost, I want to feel you inside” You whisper sultry. 

He lets go of your thighs softly and pulls himself slowly up to kiss you, you kiss back without hesitation, tasting yourself in his tongue is so erotic. He lines up his erection with your entrance and starts pushing slowly into you. You are so pretty under him, your eyes shiny so brightly, your lips are red and there are tears falling from your eyes but this time they are from pleasure, he feels so fulfilled and lucky to be the one to have you like this it fills his heart so much he feels he will explode with love any second. He barely manages to push halfway into you before he feels a shot of electricity up his spine, his body collapses on top of yours, hips thrusting deeply into you as he comes without warning. 

“Sorry, sorry. Oh fuck! Sorry.” He says between little whimpers, his hips stutter softly into your heat and he can’t do anything to stop it.

You smile to yourself while you hold him in your arms caressing softly at the expanses of his back, your hands move down below reaching to grab at his ass and pull him closer, wrap your legs around his hips, so he is deeper as he rides the last of his high. You keep pressing little kisses to the side of his face that he is now hiding in the crook of your neck while he comes down. 

“I'm sorry liefde.” He says against the pillows, hugs you tighter still hiding his face, you press a kiss to the skin of his shoulder you can reach.

“It is okay, it is okay.” You say soothing him, you run your nails softly over the skin of his back. 

You cup his face with your hands and pull softly so you can see him, his skin is a deep shade of red, it is adorable, you kiss him softly, he deepens the kiss and you suck at his tongue and feel more of your taste than whatever he had been drinking or smoking, it feels like he really belongs to you. You feel his cock kick weakly inside your walls, his cum dripping down your thighs slowly. You pull away barely and then push at his shoulder softly. He is now laying on his back and you are on top of him, his cock still inside you now softening.

“Liefde I can’t-” He says almost worried but you bend down to kiss his forehead. 

“Just stay still a little longer I’m almost there.” You barely move on his lap, don’t want to torture him anymore. You just want to feel him inside when you reach your peak. You are rubbing at your clit firmly chasing after your own climax, you feel your walls spasm against him, he whimpers beneath you, his hands go to grab at you hips in delicious agony.

“You are so beautiful.” He is hypnotized by the way your chest moves when you breath, your beautiful features breaking into ecstasy, he catches the exact moment you come undone, he feels you clench around his soft dick almost tortuously tight.

“Joost!” You scream on top of him, he moans back feels you twitching all over him. 

“Schat I love you so much.” He speaks into the darkness.

This time it is you who collapses on the bed, he holds you close to his chest, caresses at your back until you can breath normally again, presses kisses to your hair whispering sweet nothing in your ear. 

You feel his release and yours wet your thighs, it feels too sticky to sleep in so you raise softly. 

“I wanna shower.” You say pressing a kiss to his jaw. 

He nods, pulls you off him with a wince, you feel so empty, your cunt clenching on nothing. He sits up on bed with you still sitting on his lap too tired to even attempt to move. He grabs at your thighs below your ass and pulls you up on his embrace like you are weightless, you wrap your legs around his middle and hold tightly at his neck as he carries you to the bathroom. He puts you down slowly making sure your shaky legs don’t betray you while he starts the shower then he lets you in before him and joins you right after. The water is warm you start cleaning yourself up slowly, the sadness of the day washes away down the drain you don’t want to think anymore about it. He rubs body wash on your back and washes it away with soft deft hands massaging at the clenched muscles of your neck, it feels so good to be taken care of. 

You start cleaning between your legs, softly with your fingers between your folds before you feel his arms wrap around your middle and pull you to his chest under the water stream.

“Let me.” he says, his hand much bigger than yours hovers between your legs until you nod. 

He pushes his fingers in you softly moving in and out, his other arm tightly wrapped around your stomach to keep you standing. You feel his release spill out of you, you have to hold your breath your arm reaches to hold at his forearm as he works his fingers deep into your heat, he starts pulling little moans out of your mouth, sometimes you feel he knows your body better than you do and in moments like this it feels true.

“Joost I thought you were just helping me clean up.” You whine, throwing your head back resting it agains his shoulder, he kisses at your hairline softly. 

“Should I stop?” He asks genuinely, you know he never pushes you further than you want to go but you shake your head negatively so he continues.

It feels so good, your cunt is so tired and overstimulated but he is being so soft, so patient, fingering deep inside, touching at the spongey spot that makes you melt over and over again, you don’t know if it is from how pent up you have been with his absence, when usually you go at it every day, or the rollercoaster of emotions of the night has made you so sensitive but you feel another orgasm building softly in your core. You feel he has become hard again, hot member pressing at the back of you body, it is like he can never get enough of you. You reach a hand back and start stroking him gently.

“It is okay” He says ever so tender with you, never wanting to hurt you or make it uncomfortable for you, he knows you are tired and spent but you look up at him, wet hair sticking to your pretty face. 

“I want you to feel good too.” You rub your ass against him to emphasize your words and make his will break. “Just be gentle.” you whisper, he bends down his neck so you can kiss him and you do so.

Your skin is so soapy and slimy, he thrust against you a couple of times, at the cleft between your asscheeks, his fingers are still deep in your cunt until he pulls away softly, you see your shiny release on his digits and it makes you blush. He grabs hold of your hips gently, holds himself in his hand then pushes into you slowly inch by inch but you are still so wet and warm there is no resistance just the fluttering feeling of your walls on his cock. 

There is nothing more delicious than the feeling of being so connected, so close you can melt into one, he stays there without moving for a long moment just feeling you around him listening to your soft breath and the running of the water.

“You can move.” You tell him softly reaching your arm above you to hold at the back of his neck. 

“Give me a second.” He says in a deep voice, he is trying to breath through his nose to calm down. 

You laugh to yourself slightly and then push back on his hard dick. His hands grip tighter on your hips trying to keep you still. 

“Scath, you are killing me.” He says smiling in disbelief. 

“Good.” You reply looking up at him. He shakes his head you before he moves. 

He starts fucking into you, deep slow thrust into your heat, then pulling out of you at excruciatingly slow pace, then pushing in again deep until he feels he can’t go further. You are moaning  into the hot air of the bathroom, he watches hypnotized as the little droplets of water slide all over your body, your pretty nipples hardened with lust standing against your chest begging for attention, he moves one of his hands up your chest and pulls slightly at the pebbled skin, you moan loudly and he feels you cunt clenching all over him. He starts moving faster, harder you hear the wet sound of skin against skin, feel him groaning against your ear, holding at the flesh of your hips so tight it is bound to leave a mark. He feels you softly tightening on him again and again, your breath becomes more labored but he wants to see your pretty face when you come, he is addicted to it, can’t get the same satisfaction if he misses it, so on a swift move he pulls out fully leaving you empty and confused before spinning you around, grabbing at your arms and placing them behind his neck. 

“Hold tight.” The only words he says before he grabs at the back of your thighs to lift you up, he presses you against the tile wall and with one hand pushes his cock inside you again. You gasp against his mouth.

With the new angle you feel him impossibly deeper in your core, you can barely breath, eyes wildly open with surprise. He starts bouncing you on his length his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, moving you like you are impossibly light on his embrace.

“Ah too deep Joost!” You whine against his mouth as he kisses at the corner of your lips.

He smiles proudly at that. “Sorry schat, I only have one dick size” He says delighted.

“Idio-” Your insult melts into a high pitched moan when his dick hits right at your g-spot.“There, right there Joost more~” You mewl against his mouth.

The “be gentle” promise seems so lost when you can feel him so deep in you it should scare you. You are both worked up and eager to reach your peak again, he is kissing at your mouth more like shoving his tongue inside it, you can barely move your lips back, everything feels electric every nerve standing waiting for the drop. You hold with one hand at his neck and reach the other between your legs to rub fast circles on your poor clit. He is watching intently at the place where you connect, seeing himself disappear inside your heat and your hand wildly rubbing on yourself, he hears you whimper and whine his name, it is all so overstimulating and yet he feels he cannot get enough.

“Yes baby make yourself cum all over me.” He says in a deep groan, his voice sounds so labored and dripping with lust it send you over the edge, you clench around his length, walls pulsing all over him. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy, an orgasm that feel endless while he keeps fucking into you, continuing to chase his high with a few uncoordinated thrusts that have you whining from over stimulation. He cums deep inside you again, this time it knocks the wind out of your lungs his efforts to clean you up all but wasted now. You feel your heart and his beating wildly and the sound of strained breaths creating an unlikely symphony with the sound of the shower. 

After a long languid minute he still has you pressed against the wall held tightly on his arms, he is usually so clumsy when he has to get up early, all but tumbles into the shower. You swear one of this days he is gonna fall and hit his head on the sink, but with you on his arms he is so careful balancing you properly so you won’t slip from him. He finally raises his head from your chest but before places open mouthed kisses right where your heart should be, you meet him with a wet kiss on the lips, he slowly puts you down, his eyes seem so heavy like he will fall asleep any minute now.

“Lets finish off quickly.” You tell him he nods. 

You finish massaging body wash onto him, you feel how tense the muscles on his back are, more than you have ever felt, you feel a little bad for your earlier outburst, he had been working so hard what he did wasn’t right but you can tell he is truly sorry. You wash him off quickly and do the same for yourself.

You both come out of the shower, wrap in soft towels before he reaches for the hair dryer and turns it on. 

“Turn around.” He says his voice sounds so heavy you really fear he might just fall asleep right here and then you will have to somehow drag him to bed. 

But he doesn’t fall asleep, instead he starts gently blow drying your hair you feel so peaceful, finally, you let him work his fingers on your scalp, you look into the mirror ahead and see he is already looking at you, it makes you blush like when you wake up late and he is already up just staring at your face, no matter if you were drooling through the night he thinks you are so beautiful.

He places a soft kiss at the top of your crown before he speaks again “So…. About the lingerie?”

You knew this one was coming, you roll your eyes at him in the mirror “You don’t deserve to see it.” You say quickly avoiding his eyes where he will see you are not serious at all.

He pouts, it is so cute, you will let him see of course, but not now, he has to earn it again or he won’t learn, you need to stop treating him like a dog too, probably, maybe… 

“Can I ask again another time?” He turns off the blow dryer and rests it in the counter.

You walk out the bathroom and he follows right behind. “Perhaps…if you are well behaved.” You look behind your shoulder and wink at him he smiles brightly back at you, if the torture you will put him through to let him see you on the lingerie set is even half as delicious as what he just went through then he is already looking forward to it. 

You throw the towel on a chair he does the same then you climb on bed lifting the comforter so he will just slip in. He does and then pulls you against his chest resting your head right below his chin. You will fall asleep in his arms, wake up in the late afternoon maybe order take out and talk it out, and you will talk anything out as many times as it takes because he is worth it, because both of you are, no matter how hard things get being together is worth it. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

MASTERLIST *ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: this ended up being really long oops anyways thank u for reading to the end if u did let me know if you liked it <3  ps. this was based on a suggestion ty for that :>

[talaok]

Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again 

"Sir I need you to calm down"

"I will as soon as you answer my questions"

"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"

And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?

But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine

__ __ __

And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.

"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"

He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.

She's ok

She's ok

She's ok

That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.

"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"

The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"

"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.

He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.

She's ok

"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.

"hey"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek

"not great"

"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"

"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"

"what is it, sweetheart?"

"I was just... I was s-so scared"

"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"

"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"

He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,

"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"

You couldn't help but snort at that

"oh so this is about you then?" you joked

"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"

"oh no what did you do?"

"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you

"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently

"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time 

"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled

"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"

Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason

"I love you" you whispered

"I love you more, sweetheart"

[kurokens]

In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while.

here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

[ijbolz]

giver piwon... and what exactly they love to give

piwon hyung line x fem!reader 🌨️ some smut headcanons (mentions of piv, oral sex, fingering, etc) a bit self indulgent🫣

a/n: pls forgive me guys if my writing may seem a bit rough right now because im trying to ease back into it after being busy with finals a few weeks ago.! also this is my second time trying to make this post bc tumblr decided to be shitty and delete my draft🥲 oh well...

KEEHO ┊ what use would it be if he's spending hours sweating it off at the gym and he's not gonna use his arms to keep you in place. trembling underneath his hold with your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth. especially if you love a man that makes it clear that he's in charge, asserts control over you if his words aren't enough to do so, until he has no choice but to resort to manhandling you instead. unless that's what you're really aiming for, he's not that difficult to talk to.

have you seen kyo's hands? he'll play dumb and pretend he doesn't notice the way your eyes are almost always locked onto his veiny hands whenever you hang out or... accompany him while he works out. sometimes it becomes a surprise whenever a lil work out session doesn't end up with the both of you fucking.

oh… but when the two of you can't help the heated situation, then kyo's one to greatly enjoy catching you off guard. fucking you with his fingers too good until you fall apart—the weight of your frame leaning against his own as you get lost within the bliss from the repeated pump of his digits. and when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore than what he’s giving you, he’s quick to restlessly plow his fingers slick with your wetness while he watches you writhe from his unforgiving thrusts.

his other hand unabashedly snakes from the messy sheets and against the swell of your breasts before stuffing two digits inside your mouth, earning a high sob from your throat. fuck… if only you knew just how much effect you had on him, especially with the spit dribbling by the corner of your lips until kyo can’t help but urge himself impossibly closer to your figure.

“suck,” the warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine, doing so while his tongue traces the shell of your ear, the wet muscle a contrast to the trail of saliva hitting the cold air. kyo would teasingly try to mimic the way you’re swirling your tongue around his fingers, pressing his lips flush against your neck before sucking just the way you like it.

THEO ┊ if you want to have giver!theo then… work for it.

would all start from the moment he accidentally stumbles upon your little toy stash the time he’d be looking for something else in your shared apartment. i just know the gears in his head would be turning once he’d laid his eyes on your filthy little secret, silently pacing back into the living room where you’re situated on the couch, unknowing of what’s to come before you.

“so did you find what you were… looking for…” your words trail off the second your eyes met the object taeyang’s clutching between his fingers, an object far too familiar for you and yet you wanted to keep it a secret from him for now, heart hammering in your chest.

…because you know just how much your boyfriend can be a menace, especially when he gets you reduced to an adorable mess from his control. your muddied thoughts aren’t helping the situation.

and that’s how he’s gotten everything into a quick blur, your head thrown back on the surface of the couch, pillows forgotten on the floor and everything, while the weight of his hand keeps your trembling legs spread. your vision’s turning hazy from the shuddering pleasure of your vibrator taeyang repeatedly buries into your wet cunt.

“should’ve hid them better then,”

he mumbles, staring back into your beady little eyes like he knows the exact words swimming inside your mind. and what if you wanted him to discover them anyway?

“keeping a stash of toys and using them by yourself seems like no fun, you know you could always ask for my help, right?” he’s mean, asking in a tantalizing tone while your mouth’s stuffed with your panties the whole time.

and when he does really focus on your pleasure, it’ll take a while before he decides to give it his all, settling on using your toys with the promise of only sinking his cock into your hole once he’s satisfied with the amount of orgasms he’s able to get out of you first.

JIUNG ┊ if he's got something to want to endlessly give you, then it would be pleasure. which comes in different forms of course, but in this case, you won’t even have to beg him for it, he’d probably be the one to plead you to use his cock all you want to get yourself off.

he knows how much it drives you insane, so naturally he knows how to work it.

always talks about how he needs to have you in positions where he can plow you into the mattress better, so i don’t think it would be that much of a shocker if one of his favorite positions during sex would be to fold you into a mating press.

especially once he’s gotten his plan to put a ring on your finger out of the way, jiung’s quick to spoil you like never before. not like he's not already treating you delicately to the point he doesn't even want your foot to touch the bare ground… if that’s even possible.

anyway, he’s always one to dream about a future with you, wanting to settle down and move into your own home where he could spend more happy memories with you and of course, fuck you good undisturbed. enough of quickies at the dorm or whatever, where there’s a high risk of getting caught by other people.

he’s one to value his privacy especially when he’s the type to take his time especially during the act.

only and if only he could put into words just how much he loves staring down at you when you're blissed out of your mind. he jogs back to his memories of your disheveled frame tearfully moaning out underneath him while he struggles to keep steady thrusts with the plush walls of your cunt engulfing his length, pulsing around him harshly whenever he hits that one spot.

"just like that..." he'd hear you whimper out with trembling lips, sneaking in a few gropes on your ass with a gentle kiss on your forehead. fuck, he’d wanna keep at it forever. especially when he gets to witness your gasp for air every time he sinks his cock back into your needy hole. and with the sight of his warm cum seeping down the sheets once he pulls out from the sticky mess you’d made, he’s long gone from being sane.

INTAK ┊ in usual settings, intak loves to make you feel like such a princess to the point all of your friends can’t help but gush about how lucky you are. intak's never ashamed to admit you got him wrapped around your finger, pressing soft kisses on the crook of your neck while he tells you how he’s literally brought to this world just to serve you.

"and i want to make it known to you just how much i want to pleasure you all i can," he says to you with that familiar croak in his voice, and it may sound cheesy in other scenarios. yet it sends a different surge through your core when your boyfriend's got you meekly spread out for him, sopping cunt drooling perfectly while his warm breath hovers on your trembling skin.

his doe eyes are a sight for comfort, not like it ever leaves you, never ashamed to run his gaze from your flushed face over your bare figure. clothes long gone to reveal your chest heaving up and down, until his gaze locks back onto your pulsing cunt, clit swollen and needy just for him.

if only you could read his mind, know just how starved he feels for your essence drooling from your hole, glistening just to heighten the building desire from his throbbing cock even though he's eaten you out far too much that he can count.

intak's a very passionate lover. he'd let you know so obviously from the way he laps up like you as if it's the first time he's going down on his girl, like you'd purposely let him hung dry for days. when in fact he'd beg to eat you out almost everyday if you could, finding it difficult to deny especially when he'd stare at you with his dopey little grin you came to adore.

[ambcass]

INVINCIBLE X MALE READER BRO IT COULD BE ANYTBING HERO X VILLAIN OLS IM CRHIGN MY EYES OUT

hello everypony. this is my brother. he decided to SPAM my inbox for a fanfic for his twink. as the amazing sister I am I will write smth for him (after 1.5 weeks of this sitting in my inbox) I'll make a pt.2 if u want

"No, it can't be. You can't be *villain name*." is the same thing every guy you've dated said after you told them about your secret. The truth is, the world classified you as a villain. Everyone watching the news considered you a cold, no-good killing machine.

Being a villain with telepathy, telekinesis, fire abilities, and mind-altering powers is never a good mix for anyone! Would you kill your ex's after finding out you're a villain? No, you cared too much for them. Altering their mind until you erase yourself from their minds and everyone they knew.

This time is different. You met a dorky-looking boy with slicked-back dark hair and blue eyes on your first day at Reginald Vel Johnson High School. You two had chemistry together, and the second you stepped foot in that class, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were so handsome in his eyes. He told William all about you every since! Crazy how much someone can be so obsessed with someone even without mind-altering.

Did you notice at first? No. Bad as feelings as you were, you could not give a fuck about Mark. He didn't interest you in any way until one day.

You were not in a good mood that day at all. Last night you were running off rooftops, trying to escape the hero in yellow and blue. You got away by creating a firewall and going into his mind, making him forget why he was there in the first place. This stunned him and you receive plenty of time to escape. The next, you got to Chem and sat behind Mark and William's lab table. You close your eyes and rest your head on the table while using your arms as support.

"*Name*? Him? The boy behind us?" William's words caught your attention. You looked up and glared at the two. Intrigued, you pretended to sleep. Keeping out for what they were about to say. Mark forcefully turned William's head,

"Noooo. Why would it be! You're so funny! hahaha," Mark grinned awkwardly. He grabbed William's face and spoke quietly but loud enough for you to hear. "Of course it's *name* you moron! Don't say it out loud-" You cut him off.

"Will you two stop talking about me?" you asked. Mark's face turned tomato red as he sank to his chair in embarrassment. Both William and Mark would look back at you but Mark would just stare at you, smiling. "Okay. Creepy...but he's kinda cute." You smiled softly.

Time past by and you couldn't stop wondering why they were talking about you! It's not like you actually knew them. Your eyes lit up as a idea was formed. If he wouldn't tell you, then why not find out for yourself. A smirk appeared on your face. "He wouldn't mind if I just- " Focusing on Mark's mind, you wonder why he's been staring at you ever since your first day, why he's talking about you like he's got some type of crush on you.

"I really like *name* but don't know how to tell him. He seems cool and I want to be closer to him but I'm scared he will shut me out... I have to tell him how I feel eventually. Right?" You're shocked. Lost for words even. Were you flattered? Maybe. It's been a while since you've been in a romantic relationship. This might be it.

A few minutes before class was about to end, an idea came to your mind. Why not give Mark some help confessing to you? Was it wrong? Yes. Did you care? No. You focused on his mind again. First, you thought of Mark confessing to you. Then, you sent it off to his brain. Lastly, you watch everything come into play. The bell rang and you packed up your stuff. Mark was lost in a trance while William was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Earth to Mark! Hellooo? Is anyone home?" You walked past the two without saying a word but stopped at the door frame. Mark snapped out of it and sprung up from his seat with a joyous smile. William raised his brows to an overly happy Mark. "Hey, are you okay-" William was cut off,

"I think I'm gonna do it, Will. I think I'll tell him how I feel."

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[nixthisis]

MDNI! —#ULTRAMAN: RIDING (KENJI SATO) x GN!Reader

PAIRING: Kenji Sato x GN!Reader &. GENRE: SMUT, fluff/comfort. &. WARNINGS: exhausted Kenji, bath sharing, ice bath sex, kinda sub!Kenji, humping, sex but not heavily descriptive, ejaculation, aftercare for Kenji<3 &. WORDCOUNT: 0.9k

nixnote; did i write this purely because of the pun title? yes, yes I did. am i insane for this drawing of a loser boy? yes, yes i am. hope the very tiny amount of active UM:R fans on tumblr enjoy<33 ps im no medical expert this is fiction maybe don't fuck in an ice bath idk

Kenji Sato — who drags himself through the threshold of his own house; eyes sunken into their sockets and darkening round the edges. He's been awake for hours, days at this point. Each one joining at the seems and muddling together in his mind, body pushing far beyond the limits of exhaustion in order to tie any loose ends together. You know his daily routine- watching how he forces his body to function; forces himself to keep up appearances somehow.

"-mph" is all he mumbles as he drags himself toward you, stature shrinking with each step and it breaks your heart, eyes glassy when he can't even form a greeting or flutter his lashes in you direction.

You reach out to cradle the back of his head in an attempt to make his efforts known- entirely unable to halt your fingers from tugging at the longer strands that sprout from his crown. Kenji's body lolls forward, lips rougly bumping into the protrusion that is your collarbone and you whince slightly- his weight unexpected but not unwelcome, even if he did almost topple you straight onto your back.

It's silent for a while. Almost longer than necessary- his mouth open and warm on your upper chest the entire time until he shifts to speak, words buzzing through your skin. Nothing but a shallow breath of 'ice bath' being all you could make out.

Bobbing your head, you try to shake away the hurt that settles in your soul to whisper a hushed okay before he straightens up before you, rotating his arm in a circular motion like he often does- sharp lips pulling into a forced smile that your assume is meant to assure you in some form.

"yeah..okay-" you speak through your own woeful smile "i'll follow you in. You shouldn't be in there alone when you're so tired"

He lands a half hearted peck to your forehead, less of a kiss and more him leaning into your skin for a moment more before he lugs himself for what feels like an hour across the room and through a side door leading to the bathroom- joints clicking and groaning as he does so.

You shadow him moments later, knowing he'd already be submerged in the cold thanks to Mina's intiative to prepare for him in advance, and sure enough he is. Broad shoulders spread so his arms can dangle by the sides of the tub, fingertips mere centimetres from the stone floor; a towel rolled and tucked at the base of his skull to support his neck. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was a content man, skin welcoming warmth. But you do know better- and you do know he's quite the opposite. Instead of welcoming warmth, he's lost in the feeling of finally being off his feet.

Peacful, you think- as you watch the way his chest disturbs the surface of the water in a faint ripple, crystal beads rolling down him to return from where the came. Suddenly you miss the feeling of holding him, quietly basking in his personal space.

There's movement from your own body before you can even process how insane your idea could be, clothes rustling in a hushed chorus that fails to disturb the man before you; eyes locked onto his form the entire time, even when you expect very little in terms of a response anyway.

Kenji doesn't flicker at the soft thump of your feet nearing him either, precisely placed as you cross the tiles. He doesn't move until you dip a toe into the baltic water he's bathed in- icy cubes clinking as they shift to accommodate you; even then he only lifts a lone eyelid to peek at you.

You sink into position on his lap with a shudder that bumps the tips of your now pebbled nipples into him, sighing in a mixture of relief and content when he re-adjusts to trace his thumbs across the taunt muscle of your thighs. A motion that almost goes unnoticed due to the biting chill on your skin. What doesn't go unnoticed, however, is the twitch below you when his cock takes the brunt of your weight- spurring to life with a faint gasp when you begin to lazily drag your hips across his own.

He's met with a loving hush, "Shhh Kenji, relax for me?"

Obedient as ever, he complies- letting you work him further and further into a steadier mind with each rattle of ice hitting ice in an almost silent symphony. It's not like his usual approach, typically preferring to be more vocal in your escapades but it's a deserved change of pace to combat the fatigue and it doesn't take long- even without penatration, until he's decorating the liquid around his lower abdomen in a milky substance that disperses around you and the air with a rumbled sigh.

You let him lie in the aftermath for a second or two before you worry about the length of time his been essentially on ice. "We should get out Kenji..." you stroke at his jaw lightly, "get you warmed back up?"

He let's you pat him down with a towel before wrapping a robe of similar fabric around his being, making sure to not tie the belt to tightly- patting at his stomach in a gesture that finalised your little pampering.

"Should we get chocolate shakes?"

And his bright smile returns,complete with a huff of air throught his nose; albeit still with eyes pulled shut.

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[moodymisty]

Hi, im the anon who wrote that Lorgar ask. And while I did write that ask with the intention of making more people imagine Lorgar being a dad to a very small child. It was also me rerouting the concept to imagine a (very obviously heretical by now) Lorgar being a dad to a very small child.

Because you’ve seen what he’s like during the heresy. You know what kind of bizarre “ritual sacrifice of entire worlds” stuff he’s up to during that time. So wouldn’t it be fucked up to finally return to your husband, thinking that nothing bad will happen to you or your family ever again, only to watch as your husband slowly transforms into that? You went from forcibly spending all your waking hours around an egotistical ruler who couldnt give two shits whether you lived or died, to spending all your waking hours around your unhinged cult leader husband who adores you to an unhealthy extent.

Years ago, when you were just starting out your relationship with Lorgar, you were afraid that he was putting you on a pedestal. And you were so frightened by the possibility that one day you were going to fall from it. But now you know how foolish you were. He didn’t put you on a pedestal, he chained you to it. You are his lover, his wife, the mother of his child; and he will worship you until the day he dies, and he will never let you go. When he walks into your shared room and holds you at night he whispers prayers to the gods, and then to you. His hands are clean and yet they smell of blood, his eyes glow with an unnatural light, there’s something horribly wrong with him and yet…

Is that not what you wanted?

Didn’t you ask to go back home to your husband?

Because you’re home now. And you’re not leaving.

ohhhhh i like this take, that maybe being with the Emperor was actually the BETTER choice???? That with Lorgar having lost himself in this chaos worship that the Emperor in all his uncaring coldness might have being trying to, in some way, protect you? If even just tangentially? And now you start thinking about wanting to return to him??? That you wished perhaps that you hadn't pleaded to return to Colchis, and instead stayed on Terra? Because Lorgar is losing it and now you're watching him melt down slowly, but you can't do anything about it and he's treating your child like a little demigod and as much as he loves your child, there is clearly SOMETHING wrong

This is interesting I like this a lot

[toxic3mmy]

Please!!! More Toxic Alex

prompt: toxic alex wants you all to himself

warning: smut!!! i haven't been writing lately due to work and family stuff and school but luckily this was sitting in my drafts for a while! Enjoy!!! PS... this isn't proofread teehee, srry for spelling or grammar mistakes <33

you sat at the table in the coffee shop where you were supposed to meet him. he had texted you earlier that same morning and you knew it was something you needed to do. you needed this closure for your own sake

the chime on the door caught your attention as alex walked in about 20 minutes after you sat down. the moment your eyes met his, you almost gave in completely. until you remembered how many nights you spent crying over him

"you're not going to believe this," Alexis said, his voice low and urgent as he sat in front of you, "but i had the craziest dream about you last night”

you looked up from the book you were reading, the words on the page suddenly blurring together, "oh?"

alexis leaned closer, his eyes darkening, "yeah, it was like you were calling out to me. and the moment i woke up, i just had to see you"

you took a sip of your coffee, trying to keep your cool. "well, it's good to catch up," you said, setting the book aside. "what’s this important talk you wanted?"

alexis's gaze held yours for a moment too long. "i’ve been thinking," he began, his hand reaching out to cover your cold hand, "about us."

there was a sudden thud in your chest. the warmth from his hand was a stark contrast to the chill his words brought. "alexis," you said, your voice firm, "we're over"

"i know," he replied, his grip tightening slightly, "but i can't help feeling like there's unfinished business."

you pulled your hand away, eyes narrowing, "there isn't"

alex leaned back in his chair, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "is that what your new boyfriend tells you?"

“don’t” you warned him sternly, “let me guess, you saw me with rubius earlier and you all of a sudden want me? yeah, no. you had your chance and you ruined it, remember?”

“so what if i saw you with that idiot? are you seriously trying to make this about him when we’re talking about us?” he raised his voice and sneered at you

“there is no us! i know for a fact that you’re being impulsive and acting on this jealousy you have towards any guy that even breathes in my direction” you said quietly, looking around to see if anyone else was looking at the two of you

“alex, please, let’s take this someplace private. i don’t want to do this here” you said and alexis quietly nodded, walking you out of the cafe and into his car

the two of you were incredibly silent as you drove to his house. there was so much tension between the two of you that you were so close to breaking down

you felt the unfinished conversation build up unpleasant questions and accusations

“do you seriously think that little boy is better than me? im the best you’ll ever have, honey” he smirked as he shut the door behind him and sat next to you on his sofa

“you didn’t even want me before and now that i’m moving on from you, you want me? you’re fucked up” you sighed

you were so frustrated with everything, especially him and his stupidly handsome face

“stop fighting this. just accept it, that loser will never compare to me” he whispered, using his fingertips to guide your face closer to his

“don’t call him that! he’s more of a gentleman than you will ever be. not that it’s any of your concern but he’s already taken me out on five dates and we just started dating last week”

“five dates? and you just got together? i gotta hand it to you, you’re easier than i remember. i guess i was wrong, you’re not mine, you’re free game” he said with disgust written all over his face

you couldn’t believe what he was saying, what he was calling you

“you have got to be kidding me” you said through gritted teeth

“oh i’m not, actually. face it y/n, that guy is nothing. he’s pathetic. you really want him? fine, have him. but you’ll come crawling back to me in the end. you need me” he inched closer to you with every exclamation

“i don’t need you! i can’t believe i ever liked you! rubius treats me better than you ever have!” you were yelling now as everything from the past you shared with alexis was coming back into your mind

“aw, how cute. you think he actually knows anything about you? i bet he doesn’t. not like i do. the sweet spots on your body, or how easy it is to make you tick. i know you better than that poor bastard can even imagine right now” he was practically hovering over you now

you immediately shoved him harshly, trying to keep as much space between the two of you as possible

“you think that just because you had my attention for one summer that you know me? nothing is the same anymore. you don’t know me at all. all you know is yourself, you selfish twat” you spat at him

you were standing now, collecting your things and moving towards the door to flee from this nightmare come true

“ha! me? selfish? please y/n. you’re telling me those moments we spent together meant nothing to you? that whole summer? you’re really just going to stand there and look me in the eyes and say that bullshit?” alexis stood and moved closer to you, not yet wanting you to go

“i loved you! i fucking loved you, alexis. and you didn’t love me back. you were too busy trying to look cool in front of your little prissy friends. not to mention the way you embarrassed me in front of everyone when you grabbed that girls ass. all for what? temporary asshole friends looking for a laugh?” you angrily wiped away the tears from your face

“i… i didn’t know you felt that way…” he said in a small and almost embarrassed voice

“of course you didn’t. i shut you out of my life and you never even tried to reach out to me. that was the last time we talked. you’ve been walking around with your nose up in the sky acting like your shit don’t stink. well, im over you, alex”

he stayed quiet as you continued,

“rubius is the complete opposite of you. he’s sweet, he’s considerate, and most importantly he doesn’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks. he takes care of me”

“i can recall how well i can take care of you, princesa. don’t you remember? or do you need a little help remembering?” alex said, inching towards you, his hand running down your back

“get your hands off of me!” you yelled, reaching out to move his hand away from you

suddenly, he grabbed your arm harshly and pinned you up against his front door

tears began to fall as he leaned into you

“don’t be rude y/n, be a good girl, yeah?” he said, trying to act unbothered and nonchalant

“alexis… please… just tell me what you want” you whispered as more tears rolled down your cheeks

“i think you know what i want… and i know you want me too…” he smiled innocently

“i d-don’t… i don’t want you…”

“come on y/n, let me at least give you a goodbye present. some closure, so to speak” he let go of you gently and opened his arms, asking you for one last hug

you sniffled and thought it over,

all you wanted to do was get the closure you needed and go home and so you slowly walked into his arms and let his warmth engulf you completely

you held him so tightly. you still felt so much love for him in your heart despite the way things ended. you pulled away and wiped your face, smiling sadly at alex.

“tell me, y/n, do you still love me?” alex asked in a small and sad voice

you nodded

“of course i do. i’ll always have a place for you in my heart. you were my first love” you sniffled, looking desperately into his eyes to find an ounce of that same affection you held for him

“aw sweetheart,” he reached into your back pocket and grabbed your phone. your heart immediately sunk as you saw your boyfriends name appear on your phone screen

“let's see what he has to say about that”

with a flick of his thumb, the facetime connected. the room grew tense once again as the line rang once, twice, then a click

"hello?"

you jumped closer, snatching the phone from alexis's hand

“what the hell are you doing?"

he smirked, standing closer to face you, "just giving him a little taste of what he's been missing out on"

“alex, no!" you tried desperately to hang up, but he grabbed the phone back

"look," he said, turning the screen to face me. your boyfriend's confused expression filled the screen. "you're mine, remember?"

the call went live, and alexis pulled you into a harsh kiss, his other hand holding the phone up so rubius could see. the sound of his voice, begging you to stop, was like a knife to your heart

alexis's hands roamed over your body, and you felt a mix of anger and revulsion. but there was something else, too – a flicker of the desire you once shared, a reminder of how intense things had been between the two of you

"see this?" Alexis murmured against your mouth, his eyes locked on the phone screen, "you still want me"

you pushed him away, the phone still in his hand

"you're pathetic," you spat, "this isn't going to change anything"

alex's eyes flashed with rage. he threw the phone on the couch, shattering the screen

"fine," he growled, "but if you think you can just walk away from me like this, you're wrong"

he stalked over to you, his movements predatory. you cautiously stepped back, your hand still on the door handle

"you're not leaving," he said, his voice low, "not until we settle this"

the air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved anger

"we're not doing this," you said, your voice shaking "i need to leave."

alexis took another step forward, his hand reaching out to grab your arm, "you owe me," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, "you owe me everything"

with surprising strength, you shoved him back, "i don't owe you anything," you said, the anger evident in your shaky voice, "now get out of my way"

he smirked, his eyes dark and hungry, "you know you want this," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt, "you always did"

your eyes widened as he began to peel your shirt off over your head, "no," you said, voice strained, "i don't," but the lie felt heavy on your tongue

alex's hands moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness

"you're mine," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "always have been, always will be"

as you stood there, half-dressed, the weight of his words hung between you. the room was silent and all that could be heard was the harsh breathing

"we despise each other," you said barely above a whisper, "this isn't love"

he pulled you closer, his hands on your bare skin

"it's better than love," he said, his breath hot against your neck, "it's power"

you couldn't deny the heat building between the two of you as you stumbled towards the bedroom, your bodies tangling together in a dance of anger and lust. each touch was a declaration of war, each kiss a battle cry. you both tore at each other's clothes, the fabric ripping under your desperate grip

"you never loved me," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you fell onto the bed

"i never had to," he murmured, his eyes burning into yours, "i owned you, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you're the best piece of ass i've ever had"

with that, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you as he tugged at your body with an angry urgency. his touch was rough, his kisses bruising, but you couldn't ignore the dark thrill that shot through you

your bodies moved together in a fiery dance of spite and passion, each touch a silent declaration of your mutual contempt. alex's eyes bore into you, filled with a blend of anger and desire as he yanked your shirt over your head, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air. his own clothes followed in a flurry of fabric, each piece discarded with the same aggression he used to claim you

"i don't want you," you murmured through clenched teeth as his hands found the clasps of your bra, pulling it down roughly. he smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph

"the feeling's mutual," he said, his voice thick with lust. his bare chest pressed against you, the heat of his skin searing into your own. the weight of him was a prison, yet your body arched towards him, betraying the anger coursing through your veins

"admit it," he breathed into your ear, "you want this as much as I do"

you swallowed hard, the truth lodged in your throat. "no," you managed to say, but it was a weak protest. the fire between you had never been about love; it was a toxic mix of obsession and control

alex's hand trailed down your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves with a possessive touch. one of his hands settled at the crook of your neck, just like he used to have it when you were together

"tell me," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper, "tell me how much you need me"

your voice was hoarse as you complied, the words coming out in a rush, "i hate you, alexis"

"and yet," he chuckled, his hand moving from your throat to down in between your quivering legs, "you're so wet for me."

the admission hung in the air, thick and heavy with the scent of your desire. you both knew it was true – your bodies had always responded to each other's anger, your passion a twisted knot of love and hate. alex's hands continued to explore your body, each touch a declaration of his dominance

"say it again," he ordered, his voice a low rumble as his fingers found their way inside you. the words tumbled out of your mouth like a confession

"i hate you"

"that's right," he murmured, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. "you hate me, but you can't resist me."

your eyes met, locked in a battle of wills. the anger in his gaze was intoxicating, a challenge you couldn't ignore. you hated him, but as your bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm, it was clear that the line between love and hate had always been blurred.

with a snarl, you pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned, his grip on you tightening as your movements grew more erratic

his fingers were curling deeply inside of your tight gummy walls. he was down beneath you on the bed now, his head buried happily between your thick thighs

“oh fuck! mmmf.. i hate you! i hate you so much!” you whined, your fingers pulling at his hair

“yeah darling? fuck that’s so sexy, tell me again” he said, coming up from your cunt for a brief moment

"i hate everything about you! except your cock… i need you inside of me, you fucking asshole!” you pleaded desperately

your hands fumbled furiously, until you found his hard and throbbing member. you pumped him slowly, in hopes that he would get inside of you already

“oh baby, if that’s how you want me. your wish is my command” he said before giving your leaking pussy one last lick before moving so that he was standing

he placed a pillow underneath your lower back and pulled your legs to dangle on either side of you. as he slowly pushed his thickness into your pussy, your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden stretch. he was so much bigger than you remembered

“my baby girl, look at me. that’s it, you’re doing so well. tell me who this pussy belongs to” alex smirked as he pulled your body impossibly closer, pumping himself in and out of you

“it’s so so good! it’s all yours! fuck.. it’s yours, alexis” you cried out as alex buried his cock deep inside of you

"that's right sweetheart, you’re such an obedient little girl for me” he praised as he fucked you like never before

you needed him closer, you needed to close the distance between your warm naked bodies. alex sensed what you wanted and he pulled you up from the bed, settling you on his toned belly as your legs curled around his body in an effort to help keep you upright.

whimpers and moans filled the air as alexis pinned your back against the nearest wall. he was fucking into you relentlessly, never giving you a chance to breathe. you were in complete ecstasy

suddenly, alexis captured your mouth in a passionate kiss. nothing else in the world mattered in that very moment

"this doesn't change anything," you panted, breaking the kiss

"it doesn't have to," he smirked, his eyes filled with victory, "as long as you're still mine."

your hate-filled union reached its climax, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. for a moment, you were locked together, bound by the intensity of your shared history. but as the passion ebbed away, the cold reality of what you had just done settled over you like a shroud

the silence that followed was deafening, filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing. We lay there, our hearts racing, the space between us charged with the electricity of our unspoken truths.

alex rolled off of you, his eyes never leaving my face. "this isn't over," he said, his voice a warning

"It's never been over," you replied, your voice filled with a sadness that even surprised you

you dressed in silence, the weight of your actions pressing down on you like an unseen force. as you slipped your shirt over your head, the fabric whispered against your skin, a stark reminder of the power he still held over you

when you were both dressed, alexis handed you your phone, the screen a jagged mess of shattered glass

"call him," he said, his voice cold

you took the phone, my hands shaking, "why?"

"because," he said, "i want him to hear it from you, y/n"

you dialed the number, your heart in your throat. when your boyfriend answered, you took a deep breath

"rubius... you need to come over," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you"

as the line went dead, you looked at alexis, the realization of what you had just done crashing down on you. his smug smile told you everything you needed to know – this was just the beginning of his twisted plan for revenge

[trinity0finite]

Kiss Me - Pham Hanni

Pham Hanni X GN!Reader

Desc- You don't like Jay, but you like love his girlfriend

tags- highschool au, non!idol au, ft. jake from enha, jay from enha, jungwon from enha, hyein from nwjns

Warnings: underage drinking (drink milo instead), mention of smoking (dont smoke yall), some illegal shi, Yn is the second biggest hanni's simp (im first), cheating but he had it coming. I do not condone cheating or whateva 🙏

note- A lil snth while i wait for my brain to work i love jay boo sm he's my patootie but hanni is my pookie whle writing ths. as you can see, i continued writing on different days, took me a whole week to actually get this done. writing got better at one point of this one.

The school 'It couple' was standing at the corner of the party. Jay, the school's star player and quarterback. Hanni, the Stuco president. A match made in heaven was what everybody says and thoughts. Jay and his romantic antics wins Hanni over, the perfect girl who only hang out within her friends group.

Which you don't find romantic at all, if giving the girl flowers that wasn't her favorite but his instead, If taking the girl to expensive restaurants when she prefer quiet, peaceful places was romantic for you then pop off.

She's just your little cousin's friend, and Hyein would always talk your ears off about her, thats how you know, not because you were observing her of course. That would be, creepy.

The seemingly perfect couple was seen to be having an unusual couple quarrel. In public, house full of Hanjay's fans.

A smirk drifted onto your face, hand in your jacket pocket and another holding a soju bottle, you can't help but to watch in amusement.

Your face broke into a smile when you saw Hanni suddenly pushing past Jay, on her way to the entrance of one of your friend's house.

"Yn!" The said friend came out of nowhere placing his arm over your shoulder making you snap back into reality, back to the annoying party thrown by a rich highschool kid, that being Jake.

"Finish this for me will ya? Imma go out to have a smoke." You grinned at the blonde, pushing the bottle against his chest not giving him time to respond and make your way towards the entrance.

You frowned when you lost sight of the girl who pique your interest (you had been crushing on her since 9 grade). You take a few step, peeking here and there, trying to sight the girl. Squinting your eyes when you see a shadow a few feet from Jake's house.

"Fucking shit I swear if thats slenderman." You said aloud, tiptoeing to see better. A giggle came from the shadow makes you lose your cool.

Just because you act all tough doesn't mean you're not scare of creepypasta that Hyein used to scared you.

"Aye what the fuck?" You whispered, squinting trying to get a closer look.

"What are you doing here?" The shadow asked, it fake deepening voice.

"Uh, trying to find a child, about 5'2 she had long hair and bangs, have you seen her?" You restored, head tilted.

"Asshole! I'm 5'4!" Hanni broke her facade and marge at the taller, a cute unintentional pout on her face.

A smile broke onto your face upon seeing the girl that has been occupying your mind, living for free these days.

"Pews, I thought you had gotten kidnapped." You pretended to wipe your sweats on the side of your head making the shorter smack your arm.

You laughed, placing both of your arms back inside your jacket pocket, enjoying the annoyed look on the stuco's president face that soon turned into a smile.

Your breath hitched, seeing the way her cheeks pop up adorably makes you want to kiss her every time you spot it.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked, trying to be casual acting as if you weren't being noisy earlier at the party before grimace seeing the Pham trying to warm herself by rubbing her own arms. "and in the cold too?" You took off your jacket before throwing it at Hanni in the face for her to put it on.

"So romantic.." Hanni side eyed you before aggressively puts your jacket on not even offering it back like in those films.

You frowned, weren't she supposed to say something like, aren't you gonna be cold or something like that? You were right, those romantic films you had to endure for Jungwon were all wrong.

You got lost in your thought, not noticing the glares and side eye from Hanni, who had been hit in the face by your denim jacket.

"And.. i'm out in the damn cold because Jay refused to take me home.. saying he's having too much fun and that I need to take a stick out of my ass and let loose a little."

"Oh damn." You breathed out, god you don't like Jay at all, the perfect image, and he acts like a king doing whatever the hell he wants except when he's around you, he was tamed. He got ahold of this amazing girl and couldn't take care of her, what a prick. "Let's go on a walk."

The silent filled the comforting night, your legs carried you slowly, hands in your pant pocket trying to act cool as if you weren't bothered by the cold. You look at the girl whose head was tilted up preoccupied by the pretty constellations, and you thought, her eyes was as bright.

"Yn?" She softly called out, eyes still stuck on the beauty of the night.

"Hm?" You replied back as soft, eyes stuck on that beauty of hers.

The way she would try her best to act pissed whenever you teased her, the way her cheeks puffed out when she would pout, the way her voice would calm you down, the way she would side eyes you and look at you in disgust, you don't even mind, you treasured anything that was given to you if it was her.

"Yn? Are you okay?" She suddenly asked worriedly snapping you out of your thoughts.

You didn't reply, you stare at her dumbly, you couldn't hear or see shit other than the loud beating of your heart and the girl in front of you, you feel weak in the knees and your stomach . You don't know if it her or the ramen you've been consuming lately.

"Hanni.." You breathed out.

Hanni was slightly taken back at the way you intensely stares at her, she doesn't know wether to be scare or scare. She was lowkey scared. But the soft glint in your eyes quickly calmed her down, so does that soft deep tone of yours that reserved for her only, although she didn't know that.

She had always feel safe and comforted whenever you're around, the way you would put all your attention on her even when you're with your friends. The way you don't care about other people opinions on you, act as you want, and not cares what they would say, you didn't care, you were free. Hanni liked that about you, because she also felt free when she's with you.

Now thinking about it, Jay would pushes her aside and put his full attention on his friends, and he would walk her to class, and asking her on dates and never had a real conversation, he'd just take pictures and post them. Hanni was a trophy for Jay.

"Yeah?" She replied back, a soft frown on her face.

"Can I kiss you?"

She had been feeling things that she shouldn't feel for you for awhile, she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't tempted, but she had a boyfriend.

"Yn..? You.. you know we can't." Hanni shook her head,

"I know you have a boyfriend and all but, I like you. I've always liked you, even way before you start dating that pretentious guy.. Fuck, I shouldn't have dump all of this on you." She felt a pang in her chest at the way you look down, your hand held your forehead, blaming yourself. "You.. ugh, you make me feel ways i've never even feel with my talking stages. And I know this is probably too late, and I should've kept this too myself-"

"Yn, are you drunk?" She asked, interrupting your rant, her hand went to cupped your cheeks to make you look directly down at her, and checking your cheeks for any tint of red.

"Huh? N-No." You babblers out, caught off guard.

"Kiss me."

Your eyes widened, air paused in your lung waiting for you to let them out, you scan her face to see if she was playing with you but you could see none on her face.

Seeing you taking too long Hanni pulls you by your sweater, making you launched forward, your lips meet hers, snapping out of shock, you slowly closed your eyes enjoying the way her soft plump lips move against yours, moving together like a puzzle and slowly but surely, you were addicted. You would give everything up just to feel her soft skin again. Her hands went to held yours, fingers intertwine. And when she went to pull away you chases after her, eyes stuck on her lips.

"Calm down." Hanni giggled breathlessly, trying to regain those oxygen you just took from her, her jaw almost dropped when she saw how dazed you looked.

When you saw the way Hanni is flushed red, trying to regain control of her breath, a small smirk grew on your face feeling satisfied and she just want to punch it off your face, or better yet, kiss it off.

"You better dump him, or Im dumping his body-"

"Oh my god!"

-> Bonus

Hanni: "Yn, you aren't drunk why are your cheeks so red?"

Yn standing next to her stupidly with tomatoes cheeks: "We just kissed!"

Hanni cackle: "You like to act all cool and tough but you're just a simp!"

Hanni went to peck her cheeks: "My Simp."

Yn holding her cheeks trying to hide from short Han: "SHUSH!"

#I'lltakejay #neverletyourpartnerstopyoufromfindingtheloveofyourlife

[jaemmphilia]

I'm so sorry but, CHAN like OHMYGHADDD!! HES SO FUCKING FINE!?!? SHITT LIKE HOLYY!? I KEPT IMAGINING HIM BEING A PLUMBER AND GOING TO 'FIX' Your PIPES?!? It may be weird but, I kept imaginin that, Can you help me to reimagine my imagination, top!dom!plumber!chan x bot!femboy!malereader smut were like the reader seduces his plumber to 'fix' his pipes by wearing a very revealing lingerie, then things get spicier and hotter 😱🥵

SOOOO SORRY IF MY IMAGINATION WAS STRAIGHT UP WILDDD 😭

this made me laugh i’m ngl 😭😭 I CHANGED MY MIND AND IM WRITING IT HERE

alright, so you're like pissed off bc your sink is draining slow, and you would ask your dad to help, but he's all the way in another part of your town

you're just chilling on your couch, scrolling through your socials when you see an ad for some guy looking for plumbing work, and you think this is the golden opportunity

you quickly go to the website and skim the information, and you book an appointment with them all excited bc you'll finally be able to do some dishes

a few days later, you're just chilling at home, comfortable in your baby blue lingerie set, and you totally forgot about the plumber that was coming to your house to fix your sink

when a knock scares the shit out of you, you don't have time to run and go change, so you have to answer the door half naked, your entire body warm with embarrassment

chan's eyes literally bulge out of his head when he looks at you- your skin is smooth and he can smell the lotion you're wearing, it makes him a little dizzy

he clears his throat, trying to hide the fact that he was 100% checking you out

you let him into your house, and you lead him to the kitchen, and you can just FEEL his eyes on your ass as you walk

you have to admit it though, he's pretty hot,,, you don't mind the way he looks like he wants to eat you alive

which brings you to now, you're seated on your counter, legs crossed as you watch chan work

he's on his back, his muscles rippling as he takes apart your sink, and you can see a half-chub in his loose pants

you bite your lip and grab your open water bottle that sits beside you and you tip it over, causing it to spill on chan's crotch

"oops" you giggle innocently when chan lets out a surprised yelp at the cold water hitting his dick

"looks like you'll have to take those off so they can dry" you give him a pout with a cute tilt of your head

chan just chuckles in disbelief, he didn't expect you to play dirty like that, you need to be taught a lesson

chan thinks the sink can wait for a bit, and he stands up, towering over you with a dark look in his eyes

you gulp and try to look confident, but you know chan can see right through you, and he forces you to look up at him, his hand gripping your jaw roughly

you look up at him through your mascara-clad lashes, a cute little pout on your face

"you're gonna pay for that, cutie"

you find yourself bent over the counter, chan's thick cock hitting deep inside you, you're crying out as he grips your hips tightly

his thighs are smacking against yours, echoing in the kitchen as your hips stutter

you know chan is close bc he's stsrting to whine and his hips grip onto you tighter

you feel him pull out of you and you whine at him, he flips you over so you're facing him

he pushes you down on your knees, and you look up at him confused

chan starts jerking his cock in front of your face, and you open your mouth, looking up at him

chan thinks he could cum from the sight of you alone- you have black tears on your cheeks, your soft lipstick is smeared, and your hair is mussed- you look irresistable

white ropes of cum splatter on your face, some of it falling into your open mouth

your tongue comes out to lick some of it that landed near the corner of your mouth

chan leans over, his hands on the counter behind you as he catches his breath

you look up at him while he looks down at you

"would now be a bad time to ask you to continue fixing my pipes?" you ask and chan can't help but laugh at you and your cuteness

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Trapped In An Alley

Rating: Explicit/Mature aka +18 no minors

Summary:

You went to the markets to get restock on some food only for you to get mistaken for being associated with a thief and her very attractive droid friend.

Notes:

Takes place after the game since I never played it :> might try and get it one of these days bc im broke af lol

Also ND is 6'3 and my tall 5'10 ass is here for it

Anyways sorry if it's so short I'm bad at writing, I hope y’all enjoy and that this doesn't fucking suck

You don't know how you got into this mess. Stuck in a small space hiding from some assholes because they thought you were associated with the two thieves that ran into you while you were at the markets. Now you're trapped in a small space between two buildings in an alleyway with the coat wearing Droid that the thief girl was with. “Dammit…” you sighed trying to maintain a decent amount of space between you two. “Don't move.” He says his arm above your head and his leg between yours as he leans a bit closer caging you in between him and the storage containers behind you. There were more footsteps stomping and yelling nearby in the alleyway.

While the droid, ND from what you remember the woman calling him, was worried about getting caught you took a moment to really get a good look at him. The way ND held himself and how even though he wasn't obligated to help you hide, he was kind enough to help (even though it was his and his friends fault) and his voice was nice, really REALLY nice. You felt yourself being somewhat drawn to him. If you had met him under any other situation you probably would’ve tried to get in his pants- er bolts?? While you were observing (ogling) him he started to speak to you but you couldn’t help the noise you made when his leg brushed against your crotch. “Stay still.” His voice deepens as his hands gripping your hips. You mumble a small apology as your thighs clamp down on his leg, the distance between the both of you was closing.

The next thing you knew your pants were sliding off and you felt his cold metal finger explore and caress your plush inner thighs. He moves on to removing your underwear, he spreads your folds and admires the view in front of him. “You're already soaked and I hardly touched you.” his voice almost sounds smug. “A soaping hot mess by a complete stranger in an alleyway way.” if he had a mouth he'd definitely have a shit eating grin on his face. He continues to slide his digits against your entrance whispering all the things he wanted to do with you if he ever had the chance to ravage you properly. All the dirty talk spewing from him had your face feeling like it was on fire, your lip probably bleeding from you biting so hard to prevent you from making noise so you wouldn't get the two of you caught. But when he thrust a finger inside of you were gonna cum “No yet, hold on a little longer I want to enjoy seeing you fall apart.” He spreads your legs a bit more and inserts another finger stretching you out. At this point you have to use both your hands to cover your mouth to prevent you from letting out a sinful moan. “Fuck I can't hold it anymore! I’m gonna!-” you're cut off “Do it! Cum for me.” he says somewhat desperately. You throw your head back as you reach your climax covering his hand in your slick. He then steps back and helps you with your clothes.

“The coast is clear for now. It is best for you to avoid attracting any more attention to yourself for a while. There were more of them than expected.” He double checks to make sure the alley is clear and you both make your way to the main street. “ND!” the woman you saw him with earlier runs up to you. “I was looking all over for you- oh!” she stops when she sees you. ND explains that you got mistaken for one of them and the woman you now know as Kay has insisted that you travel with them for the time being.

“Wait but what about my groceries???” was all you could say as the both of them hurried you into their ship.

[seraceae]

I saw the TV Glow

I'm still processing everything, but I don't really even feel like I belong to join the conversation. I gradually came out to my close friends when I was 15 but have slowly let those around me forget. I don't remind new people what I am, I let them treat me and call me what they think I am, and I let it be. I don't feel like I deserve to relate to this movie, im not a binary trans person (Can i even call myself trans?), and Im perfectly fine letting the world see me as a girl.

But on some nights theres nothing I want more than to live as a guy. I see my guy friends thrive and I can't help but want their skin. I want to shave my facial hair. I want to be flat. I want my body as malleable as I feel.

On one of those nights I wrote this journal entry:

"It’s friday, 2:38 AM, I’ve got open on my desktop maybe 12 some separate tabs each individual one outlining exactly what thoughts have been floating around my head for the last months. I’m listening to Jordaan Mason, but his apocalyptic post societal trans love is still so imbedded with a sorrow that follows seemingly every conversation around the transgender topic. “This is all I have in my hands, I wanna forget who I am, I wanna fucking forget who I am.” The character is wailing here, her and her lover are clinging onto one another after some fallout has erased any concept of civil society. She shows her lover her post-op transition scars and breaks down. Even in some cold desolate post-apocalypse, surrounded by nothing but love the trans story remains one of sorrow. I can’t help but feel like this is just how its supposed to go, like the ultimate fate of a transgender person in society is to be devastated with the sheer weight of existing. I am loved and I am cherished yet here at 2:45 AM while I am trying to write this goddamn speech for Spectrum chapel I can’t help but feel like I will always end up on the floor, weak and naked. I can’t help but feel like I’m preaching onto deaf ears, I can cry and I can scream and I can preach and I can yell but my choir is living in one of the only safe havens for trans existence. My choir has no need to mourn this month, they at most will celebrate and at least will be mildly annoyed at the celebration. I can’t help but feel I must be the same. I’m a nonbinary trans person who goes through life in acceptance with being mostly closeted. My friends know and respect me, my girlfriend is unfaltering and has done nothing but reassure me, but goddamn it if i don’t still feel so fucking alone. Its 2:51 now, I should really get started on the actual important parts."

Maybe I'll change it all for college. Maybe Maybe I'll take my binder out for a while. Maybe I'll get to being the person I only let myself grieve about in early mornings.

[pinkwright]

in pieces | shuri udaku.

◘ rapper/producer!shuri udaku x fem!singer/director!reader

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trope – strangers 2 enemies 2 friends 2 lovers

inspo — in pieces by chlöe.

series warnings — mean!shuri, cold!reader, reader is rlly soft in love, her ex is all she's ever known so pls be gentle w her, toxic relationships, crybaby!reader, insults, gaslighting, yall the exes face claim is brent faiyaz LMFAO (i dont keep up w men so he was the first name to pop up), touchy!shuri, reader folds so bad so easily lol, cheating, reader is petty, relapses in judgement, reader is fucking talented, smitten shuri, vv soft but only later lol, reader can get bitchy, shuri rlly gets under her skin, bitter n spiteful reader, reader's manager is so tired of them, reader has her public persona nailed down, ppl rarely ever see the real her, t'challa is alive but their parents aren't, kissing, crying, dirty talk, strap slinger!shuri, fingering, thigh riding, smau elements, studio sessions, cunnilingus, taunting, edging, slut-shaming, possessive!shuri, sub!reader, dom!shuri, the media loves to dawg on reader for nothing, cursing, humiliation kink, bratty!reader, needy!reader, desperation, sexual identity crisis, patient!shuri, shuri likes to push ppl away, mentions of marriage/engagements, alcohol, anxiety, panic attacks, manipulation, clubbing, might have an open ending idk, there's probs more but oh well.

a/n — i have so many ideas dropping consecutively my bad yall LMFAO anyway this is my first series, n um im nervous badd but we move, i rlly like this idea and the skeleton of it so hopefully it comes off the way i would like it to so my perfectionist spirit can smile LMFAO (i find myself so funny sorry), anyway here’s the masterlist before i ramble more <3

dedications — @zayswriting – i’ve always avoided writing series (hence how i came up w sets LOL) but zay’s my inspo for series like that’s her shit so while the notion is still kinda daunting, she makes me feel like i can try to tackle it at least. @mbakuetshurisprincess constantly revising ur masterlist bc ur pen is just brilliant, u were also a huge inspo in getting me to write a series n u influence my version of shuri a lot. then a few people i admire that keep me posting n make me wanna improve; @saintwrld @vixentheplanet @verachii @naomis-daydream @marsolgy @inmyheadimobsessed <3

oke, that's the end of the sappiness.

⟢˚ @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @golooktheotherway @motheroffae @vampzxi @mysticalmarss @abenomeiiii @6-noir @izrinmabel1 @vexoshuri @ilovelulu @sookiesookie @ziayamikaelson @sapphicvqmpires @locoforshuri @ventingfanfics @melanated-queens @cuddl3s4shur1

ஜ.

no matter how many times i break, i put myself back together every damn time. oh, mm, can i be honest with you?

y/n l/n, a hyper-pop sensation that is at an all-time high in her career; her two-time grammy winning album, above her oscar-nominated directing debut cemented her as a force to be reckoned with, both in the music and film industry. and soon, in a swoon-worthy show of romance, she's flaunting an envy-worthy diamond ring graciously accompanied by a viral proposal from high school sweetheart and renowned artist, christopher brent wood.

engaged and flourishing, her world is almost too perfect to be true, tainted by the pink shades of blinding love that soon violently shatter at the hands of the only love she's ever known, the fractals painfully littering her being; heavy fragments that she can't seem to even begin piecing together.

in a battle of identity, self-expression, independence, and rebirth; the international superstar finds herself in a back-and-forth battle with herself and the people around her, finding that the dark pit she falls into, may not solely be the demise of her fairytale, but also the fall of the y/n l/n that the public came to know over the years; the catalyst to the redemption arc in finding who she really is, the girl she buried years ago.

⊱ ───── .✶˖⋆࿐ ──── ⊰

➺ CHAPTERS LIST.

[ characters ]

prologue : someone’s calling (chlöe)

— after a lengthy hiatus of absolute silence, y/n drops an ominous track w an even more intriguing visualizer, unrecognizable from her usual sweet hyper pop princess look n sound, n the internet wilds; the rebrand peaking an important person's interest.

...coming soon

one : pray it away

— after facing public humiliation from a cheating scandal that had put y/n in the spotlight she comes back into the spotlight w a haunting single n performance that sparks large controversy along with its acclaim; she meets a certain face that she sasses off too in response to her attitude.

...coming soon

two : body do

— after announcing the drop of her debut album y/n is set on a artist rebrand n her manager knows just the person; so she meets world renowned director/producer shuri udaku who directs her visualiser n the bad blood cause tension to spill.

...coming soon

three : i don’t mind + worried

— y/n l/n new maneater cutthroat persona has the internet fawning over her so imagine their shock when she shows up to the grammys w the same man that was the driving factor to her vicious rebrand n shuri gets a glimpse into the real personality behind the scrutinised pop sensation.

...coming soon

four : for the night

— a glimpse into shuri’s true thoughts about the girl she swears she can’t stand.

...coming soon

five : make it look easy

— when y/n finally tackles the song she couldn't face, the internet starts to rethink their view on the girl they've scrutinised n criticised for the entirety of her career n shuri finds it harder to cut deeper into the broken-down girl.

...coming soon

six : looze u

— y/n can’t stop the flood of emotions that overtake her when she confronts the man who broke her heart, opening the floor for hurtful truths n violent words that leave her reeling in her memories.

...coming soon

seven : told ya + cheatback

— the officially single superstar thinks she deserves a night out seeing as her album debut draws nearer by the day, n the fun night out has surprising outcomes.

...coming soon

eight : heart on my sleeve

– when shuri spits her meanest words yet to the softening star, y/n finds herself pathetically adding a track to her album minutes before its release, much to her fans’ concern n the producer feels stuck in limbo.

...coming soon

epilogue : in pieces

— while the successful album drop feels like a weight lifted off of her chest especially w/ an upcoming oscar performance; she can’t help but find the weight replaced by a certain pretty-eyed producer. 

...coming soon

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hold me when, hold me when i'm in pieces.

ஜ.

[minheelovelee]

i’m having fuma brain rot and i’m going crazy for this man rn so do you think you could do a nsfw a-z if you haven’t already? I love your work btw <3

fuma nsfw a-z

thanks for requesting anon!! im glad you like my writing :))) this took a long time hehehe

warnings: nsfw.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oh he is the sweetest. cleaning you up with a baby wipe and making sure you're clean before you drift off to sleep in his arms. he'll take a bath with you if you have the energy. and he always makes sure to give so so much praise and so so much love. if u have tears or feel sad, don't worry! superhero fuma is here!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

bro likes thighs. a lot. he's so sweet buying cute shorts and thigh highs for your growing collections! if you could be a doll and squeeze your thighs together just a little tighter, he would love that :)

he's worked hard to earn his dream body. he doesn't necessarily have a favorite part of himself. but when he has the strength to fuck you while standing, he can't help but give himself a pat on the back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

on your back after backshots. he's got a polaroid of that scene in his wallet. he also likes cumming inside. he hates laundry. you're a lot easier to clean than the bedsheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's really come around to the idea of touching you while you're asleep. there's something so enticing about his little girl being so full of peace while he does dirty things with your bodies.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he fucks. no reason to beat around the bush. he has experience, and if he didn't i would be so surprised. he seems to be wise beyond his years, so i don't think this is his first time around the block.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything from the back is a strong contender. he loves hitting it from behind. he's a bit mischievous, so he likes when you face away from him. you can never guess what he'll do next.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he fills any role gracefully. he can be silly and lax if that's what supports his partner the most. he can also be the opposite.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't care to shave. things are pretty natural down there. he knows what an everything shower is and he HATES them.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's actually very romantic and can show a lot of love during sex with his partner. but, he can pull back and be okay with a "no strings attached" relationship. he's in tune with his emotions and understands his partners well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't jack off that often. he has horrible post nut clarity. he would take a cold shower before he decided to get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

his strength kink goes crazy. he's worked hard for his muscular build and loves to show it off. sex against the wall is his favorite thing. he also loves when he uses his arms to make his partner ride his cock. :)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom or bathroom. specifically the shower. he likes shower/bath sex for the intimacy aspect of it. otherwise he will keep things in the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

short clothes.

begging

lingerie

offering blowjobs :)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

won't push his partner's limits. he has rules for you to follow in and out of the bedroom. he can read his partner like a book, so he knows when things have gone too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he love love loves sloppy head. if you're not crying by the time your done, you didn't try hard enough. he leans more on the receiving side.

but hes really good at giving head, too. he's very attentive to his partner. 69 while STANDING. woah. i just got dizzy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's rougher than most. he likes to take things slowly when there's time. slow, deep, rough. all the buzz words.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's not crazy about them. he would rather leave you hanging until he has time to devour you. :) he likes to take his time. he also has performance anxiety when he is on a time constraint :P

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he's willing to experiment. that's how he found out about his strength kink and love for manhandling. he always wants to try something new, and makes sure you're comfortable before moving on.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can have too much stamina at times. sometimes he just has so much pent up energy, he'll go for hours. but he knows when to stop. he keeps the multi-hour sessions to a minimum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns a fleshlight. i don't think it sees the light of day often. he owns a couple vibrators that he lovesss to use on you. watching you squirm and beg is one of his favorite things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he can be a bit of a tease. he loves watching his partner enjoy themselves. but he also loves seeing their expression when he says something naughty in their ear. he's the type to get you riled up with his hands and words, leaving you needy all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's pretty quiet in bed. he moans when he finishes and when you deepthroat him. otherwise he sticks to small grunts and dirty talking quietly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's a head pusher. a nice head pusher! he's also a throat fucker. he's become obsessed with laying you on your back and fucking your mouth so he can see the bulge in your throat. :)

"atta girl. taking my cock in your mouth so well. there's a little more for you, love. can you open up wide for me?" head pusher...

"breathe through your nose. good girl. look at you working so hard to make daddy feel good. keep going, sweet girl."

"fuck, you are perfect. i bet you're soaked right now, sweetheart. come sit on daddy's face so i can see."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his body is tea. he works so so hard and has the craziest pecs.

his dick is average length. but he's quite thick. you'll feel a stretch every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn't as high as you might think. he's more laid back. he can make out with his partner and have it not lead to sex. he's a strong soldier.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's awake for a while after sex. he's gotta look out for you and make sure he didn't fuck you up too badly. if you struggle to walk afterward, he'll carry you. even if he's a little tired. :) he waits for you to sleep before he shuts his eyes.