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oatmealwrites · 2 days ago

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JJK Valentine's Date! <3

[NSFW] How your Feb. 14th goes!

non-curse au bc i like being happy :)

regular masterlist | jjk masterlist

Tags: nanami a sweetheart, oral (m+f receiving), creampies, p in v, BREEDING KINK [im sorry], fluffy Suguru, bath sex, exhibition gojo if u squint, dressing room sex, mirror sex, bend over furniture, mating press, riding, public nudity?, semi-public sex, strap on sex, varying levels of relationship [dating, fiancé, married], MDNI, 18+

Characters: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Shoko Ieiri

don't look at the post date, IK it's past the 14th

word count: 5.9k [IM SORRY]

NOT PROOFREAD [im tired]

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Nanami Kento:

Being the proper gentleman Kento is, he had already planned your Valentine’s Day date weeks in advance. He booked a reservation at your favorite restaurant, ensured the table had a window view so you could people watch, and had purchased a variety of your flowers to greet you with a beautiful bouquet. A brand new 3-wick candle of your preferred scent was also placed in your shared bedroom and bathroom, and all the usual housework had already been taken care of to ensure you both could relax this evening.

Dinner itself went by smoothly; the two of you enjoying a few drinks, and when you stumble through the front door of your shared apartment in a tipsy haze, you can’t keep your hands to yourselves.

Warm palms knead the flesh of your ass while your fingers tug at the blonde strands of hair on the back of his head; your lips in a messy french as his tongue takes its time to re-memorize the layout of your mouth. Shuffled feet attempt to wander into the bedroom without breaking the connection and the way his erection desperately grinds into your abdomen fills your mind with static.

By the time he guides your thighs to meet the edge of the bed, you tear your lips from his and chuckle when he takes a second to chase after them. A slight whine in his throat and concern in his eyes. Was he expecting too much? Had he misread the situation, and you simply wanted a more peaceful evening? What if–

“Kento~” Your words snap him from his trance and he eagerly waits for you to continue. “I wanna give you your gift.”

Your voice is a siren’s call he could listen to all day long, and in a haze he follows your direction to strip and lay flat on the bed. His conscience comes back when you tug at the final knot of the soft red rope fastening his other wrist to the headboard. Both arms are rendered motionless and Kento can only watch as you shimmy your dinner dress to the floor and crawl up to him wearing a new lacey lingerie set in the same shade of crimson as the ropes on his body.

His mouth is open with labored breaths as you plant a variety of kisses all over his body and leave a possessive mark in a variety of locations only you will ever see. Your lips trace down his pecs, then kiss down his navel until you finally give attention to his throbbing erection.

Veins litter his shaft while pre cum drips profusely from his flushed cockhead; Kento desperately watching and waiting for you to give it some much needed attention. And like the good girlfriend you are, you do.

A long lick across the slit allows you to savor the salty and light taste of his arousal while his head is thrown back in pleasure. Acrylic nails (that he paid for) trace the veins as you guide his pretty cock between your glossed lips and inch him inside further and further.

Heavy balls ache as you jerk off the length you can’t fully take and your tongue rubs flat against his frenulum. He feels like his skin is on fire and your name leaves his mouth like a prayer– and while he would love to guide your head and push your pretty hair out of your face, he can’t. And it only turns him on even more.

Instead, he tilts his head up with any remaining strength and flexes his thighs in a pathetic attempt to jerk off further into your mouth as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

“Mmm f-fuck! Cumming…. Oh i’m fucking cumming…”

You lick up each drop of cum that falls from your lips and spills back onto his shaft as Kento breathes heavily above you in an attempt to come back to reality. Whining slightly at the overstimulation, you climb back up and grant him a kiss which he eagerly returns, humming as he tastes himself on your tongue.

He tugs slightly at the ropes. “Please, angel. Let me make you feel good too.”

You agree, and as soon as the knot is loosened, he’s pawing the ropes off and tumbling onto you to show you just how grateful he is for your sweet gift.

The evening continues with several more orgasms between the both of you, and enough of his cum fucked so deep into your cunt, you’re wondering if a morning after pill could save you this time. But there’s another gift Kento is eagerly awaiting to give you, a little velvet box tucked away in his mundane sock drawer.

He knows it would be too cliche to ask you if you could be his forever on Valentine’s Day… so he resigns that he’ll have to wait just a little bit longer to pop the question. Your planned vacation to Malaysia in a few weeks seems ideal. ;)

Fushiguro Toji:

Toji never had much money on hand to splurge on all the nice things you would look at whenever you two went out; his own gambling addiction eating too much into any disposable income, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t romantic at times.

After his wife died, he figured romance was permanently out of the picture for a guy like him, settling on one night stands and casual flings…until he met you. And despite his egotistical and brooding demeanor, he has a soft spot for you– and an impeccable memory, which is why he had actually planned out this stupid holiday a few weeks in advance.

Despite him having no interest in a Hallmark holiday, he knew you liked the extra attention from time to time and figured it would be worth it to see you happy. This has led to him actually finding a sitter for Megumi and stashing enough cash to order you takeout from your favorite places while a movie plays on your tv at home.

The two of you eat, drink, and watch the movie cuddled on the couch until Toji figures it’s time for his favorite meal. Legs thrown up over his shoulders as your thighs threaten to squish his head, he keeps his long fingers thrusting up inside you as his tongue laps and sucks at your puffy clit.

“Coooome on, that’s it… you can do it doll. One more f’me”

His voice is deep and the vibration spurs you to cum on his face again– the total number of times now unknown to you. Toji already kept you perched on the counter when you went to get a glass of water, eating you out as if he were starving. Then, he splayed you out on the rug by the fireplace and beneath the TV, keeping you squirming as his tongue fucked into your weeping cunt with such force it made you see stars. Of course you had to ride his face promptly after– your pussy was apparently ‘telling him she wanted it’.

The cute frilly red lingerie you had purchased for the evening sits in torn pieces on the floor as Toji manhandles you up and around the back of the couch. Bending you over the frame; your face and chest smush against the back cushions as he drags his swollen tips up and down the lips of your pussy.

Stretching past the first few muscles of resistance, Toji sighs when he bottoms out and smacks his heavy balls into the flesh of your ass with a soft ‘plap!’. Mind numb already, he chuckles watching the way you drool pathetically onto the fabric as he molds your cunt to the shape of his dick.

Toji ensures to gloat about the way only he can fuck his smart girl so dumb in only a matter of seconds with his cock as the tip ruts against your cervix.

He hadn’t planned on fucking you so filthy this evening; hand on his chest he was going to do ‘love making’ the old fashioned way with missionary and slow strokes. Yea, well fuck that.

Toji already shows his love to you other ways– beating up deadbeat losers who try hitting on you, always doing the manual labor you can’t quite figure out [who knows what a spark plug is anyways], and never letting you sleep in an empty bed even if it means he’s coming home late in the night from his shitty job.

This moment, fucking you so filthy despite the way you seemed to have warmed up his heart into a softer mush, is his favorite thing. He’s not sure he’s out for marriage again– titles are now something he doesn’t often use because of his first wife. But that doesn’t mean he sees you as something different– you’re his girl. The first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he sees at night, and he intends to keep it that way until one of you croaks and then he can keep doing it in the afterlife.

“Come on doll– you can take a bit more, right?”

He doesn’t need to have a big ceremony or commotion to prove the way he loves you– though he’s been considering giving you a ring to wear to make other guys fuck off from the way they stare so shamefully. It’s also why he doesn’t feel the need to have a special title when he heaves up your upper body from its limp position to squish into his chest; his lips nibbling your ear. “if your– nghh.. pussy keeps sucking me in like that… you’re gonna aahh … make Megumi a big brother.”

Kamo Choso:

Choso wasn’t particularly well versed in the semantics of romantic holidays, so when Yuji highlighted the importance of Valentine’s Day, he made sure to let you know he really cared about you. At least that was the plan, instead, his appointment ran much later than he had hoped. An appointment which he didn’t go into much detail about when he told you he was behind schedule for the evening.

You don’t mind though, already putting the beautiful flowers he gave you into a pretty vase in the kitchen, and munching on the chocolate and wine he left out while you watch a cheesy romcom. It’s nearly 7:30pm when Choso comes to sit on the couch and melts into you, a slight whine as you take out his elastics and stroke his hair calmingly.

This day was supposed to be spent spoiling and showing off his beautiful girlfriend– instead he had missed your 6pm dinner reservation leaving the large man sulking like a child. Loving the way you stroke his hair to calm his self-depreciative thoughts, Choso presses fervent kisses to the pulse point on your neck, addicted to hearing the beat of your blood flow.

“Mmm, we don’t have to do anything Cho… we can just stay in and chill for the night.”

He groans slightly and moves his lips to work down to the collar of your now pajama top [aka his old band t shirt].

But the man is determined to make up for the lost time and within seconds he’s scooped you up and over his shoulder while making a beeline for the bedroom. A people-pleaser to his own demise, Choso refuses to let you feel anything but pleasure, especially today.

New purple lingerie that adorns your body for the holiday has his heart and cock gushing as he admires the color of the fabric against your skin. He’s careful to strip you of it, his impatience at bay to preserve the garment to ensure you could keep wearing it for him in the future.

It’s when Choso tugs off his hoodie and t shirt that you raise an eyebrow at what seems like plastic wrap covering his bicep– though he doesn’t let you stare too long. He pushes your back plush against the bed while he kneels on the floor and finds his second home between your thighs. Choso knows every detail of what you like when it comes to oral and ensures to rut the metallic ball of his tongue piercing against your clit, slip a third finger inside when your hips start twitching, and to overstimulate just enough that your brain goes a little fuzzy.

Coming down from your orgasm, he doesn’t give you a chance to admire his body for too long– flipping you over into a doggy position and sinking each inch of his cock deep into your cunt as drool escapes your lips and stains the sheets beneath. Each thrust of his hips is hypnotic and despite the fact that you can nearly feel him in your lungs, Choso is a panting and moaning mess from behind you.

“Ahhh… f-fuck baby… this pretty pussy’s gonna…gonna make me cum–”

The smack of your ass against his pelvis is drowned out by his whimpers as hot ropes of cum leak from his cockhead as it grinds against the entrance of your cervix. It’s unbelievably hot, and you can’t fight the whimpers when he slowly pulls out with an airy sigh.

Choso is almost quick enough to reposition to continue pleasuring you until you cum again, until you catch his wrist and tug his arm down. The ceran wrap that covers his arm seems to be for nothing until you catch a glimpse at the back of his bicep with a gasp.

“Ha… surprise?” He mumbles sheepishly as you blink at the ink of fresh tattoo adorning his already decorated body.

It’s a simple lettering font of your name in your handwriting with a variety of small hearts and flower drawings surrounding it.

“When did you…?”

“I took the card you gave me for my birthday as the stencil and got it done today…” he stares at your face with a worried expression, scared that maybe he was moving too fast. “...do you like it?”

You’re completely speechless at the act and lightly release the grasp on his arm. “I love it Cho…”

Relief floods his veins before peppering your skin with gentle kisses and laying you back down to continue his adoration of your body so prettily splayed out for him. Lips trace down your collar bone and continue down further and further until he parts slightly at your navel.

“Thank God… I was going to get our initials, but Yuji said I should wait a bit for that one..”

You tug on the hair that falls freely down and trace his jaw with a smile. “Mmm, I’d want to go with you when you get that done.”

Geto Suguru:

Valentine’s Day falling on a Friday this year meant you and your boyfriend were still required to go into work and come back home completely drained. While Suguru certainly had a flair for the dramatics, a habit considering his life long friendship with a certain white haired man, he also loved small moments of simple domesticity with you at his side.

The two of you already decided that you would celebrate the holiday on Saturday, so you both could properly sleep in and be energized enough to enjoy the activities planned. Despite that agreement, Suguru couldn’t help but do a few extra acts of love this Friday evening anyways– a soft spot in his heart reserved for you.

That has led to the current situation as you both sit in a drawn bath, with your favorite candles on the countertops with a fresh bottle of wine opened and pouring into two glasses. The moment is quiet and vulnerable, taking time to speak about your days while the other listens in content silence and simply enjoys the presence of this.

Suguru works deft fingers to massage the tired muscles of your shoulders and works his way down your arms until he pulls your left hand from the water and runs a thumb over the knuckles. A large engagement ring sitting perfectly on your ring finger, a promise he had made months prior for a future he can’t wait to experience.

The image of you, his fiance and soon to be wife, causes a stir in his core and pressing his lips along the flesh of your nape, a forming erection grinds into where your ass is seated so nicely in his lap.

“Mm? Something making you feel a certain away, Sugu?”

He chuckles and kisses down to your shoulder, “You always do angel.”

Calloused hands trail your back and then reach to the edge of the bathtub for the small plastic remote of the jets; in a simple motion he clicks on the setting for a light pressure. Before you can turn in his lap, Suguru pivots in the water to tilt your cunt perfectly against the warm streaming water and kneads your plush tits as your head tilts back at the sensation.

“Ahhh… s-shit… feels good– Sugu”

He continues kissing along the side of your neck and brings a large hand beneath the water to outline the lips of your pussy before slowly pushing a finger inside. The entire sensation has your back arching into his chest further as one hand pinches your nipple, another has fingers stuffed in your cunt, and the water jets serve a makeshift vibrator against your clit.

Suguru fares not better from behind you as a full erection now presses into the small of your back while his grip on your breast tightens; before you can cum, he manhandles your body to the side of the tub and tugs you to stand on your knees just above the water level. Normally you would whine at the orgasm denial, but Suguru doesn’t have the patience to tease as he glides his cock up and down your folds once before slipping inside.

No matter how many times you have sex, his size always leaves you breathless and your tightness always makes his hips stutter. Water sloshing out of the tub as your hands are placed on top of the wall and Suguru fucks you from behind, the glimmer of the pretty ring on your hand makes his resolve weak.

The two of you don’t stop until the water heater is empty and the only thing that drips from the faucet to refill the half empty tub is too cold for your liking. Despite that, the bathroom mirrors remain fogged as you two bend and fold into a variety of positions until you’re primarily dripping in his cum rather than sudsy bath water.

And maybe it’s the possessive title of fiance that makes Suguru so riled up, but watching his seed drip from your cunt so wastefully has him scooping it from your thigh and pushing it back inside. You’ve already upgraded him from boyfriend to fiance; now he’s hoping you could promote him from husband to father in the future.

Gojo Satoru:

The dinner Satoru reserved was at a new restaurant that neither of you had been to– but the photos online indicated it was definitely fancier than most places you eat at. While usually you would go to the mall with your friends to scour for a new dress, your boyfriend had gotten off work and insisted on taking you himself.

It’s his credit card anyways, so he might as well be the person to swipe it at the checkout.

Dress shopping starts off tame; going through a variety of clothing racks, asking the sales assistance for sizes available, and letting your attentive man hold a mountain of fabric and hangers as he follows you to the fitting room. And to be fair, he was on his best behavior for the first few dresses.

He’d carefully inspect each article on your behalf. The back strapless one seemed to wrinkle too easily, the straps on the pale pink dress dug into your shoulders too much, and the frilly gold maxi dress was just a few inches too long for you.

Now after maybe 30 minutes of being respectful Satoru grew impatient and each dress you stepped out in was seemingly fine to wear to the date despite your claims to try on just a few more. It was a mixture of frustration and pride– Satoru had hit the jackpot when it came to lovers and his ego would rise every time other customers were checking you out but he couldn’t help the desire to just go home already. Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter what you chose, it would end up on the floor of your shared apartment anyways.

“Satoru– you aren’t even looking anymore.” you complain before stepping back into the fitting room and sliding the curtain shut.

Ok, that was his last straw.

Not even bothering to check if any wandering eyes were watching, Satoru stands up and drops the mess of hangers and fabric onto his seat and enters your little stall. The whole action happens within a fraction of a second– one moment you’re adjusting the strap of a stain dress minidress and the next you’re being stripped down and onto the lap of your boyfriend.

“Not looking? Baby you know I can never take my eyes off you”

Hes sitting on the floor and kneading the flesh of your tits before spining you around to have your back against his chest and your front facing the mirror.

“What are you–”

“Now it’s your turn to watch yourself.”

You’re convinced the entire store can hear the lewd sounds coming from behind the thin curtain of the stall, but Satoru behind you doesn’t seem to care at all. The squelch of your pussy around his cock is enough to make your cheeks flush, but the sight of his dick pistoning up into your cunt is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

Forget porn, watching it happen live and searing into your memory is the only thing you’ll be using to get off from now on. Satoru fares no better above you; enjoying the image in the mirror as a sight he can never tire of.

“God, you love this don’t you… nghh ahh… love seeing my cock fuck into you huh?”

No coherent words can form on your tongue as his tip kisses into your cervix with a mind-numbing force as his hips snap into you over and over again. Your head falls backward onto his shoulder in a haze, squeezing your eyes shut when a deft finger leaves your waist to rub mean circles into clit and push you to your orgasm.

Satoru knows that everyone in the fitting area has the best jerking material known to man now– the sight of you in slutty dresses and now the sound of you getting utterly fucked out beat any porno. He would usually be a little jealous of that thought, but watching the cream ring form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck up into you makes him think a ring on your finger might be an ever better sight.

Higuruma Hiromi:

Hiromi already told you about his work schedule adjustment this morning– being called into the firm to work overtime on another case that left him feeling drained beyond belief. You knew he didn’t want to go; in the morning you were the one who had to usher him from the bed and remind him he couldn’t afford to be late again, so you sent him off with a kiss and promised to see him later.

Now you didn’t exactly say when later ;)

That leaves you here, in front of the law firm in a long trench coat at 8pm as a steady rain pours down on the couples rushing to their evening dinner plans. The drowsy receptionist knows you already and offers a soft ‘Good evening, Mrs. Higuruma’ as you walk through the lobby with a gift bag in tow.

You get off the elevator at his office floor as your heels click softly against the tiles until you reach his door– the rest of the office still has quite a few people working despite the holiday.

Hiromi murmurs something behind his door but doesn’t open it, only looking from his desk when you click the door shut and pur his name.

“Hm, dear? What are you doing at the firm?”

You place the pink bag on the desk and offer a cute smile in front of his desk while tired eyes open wide in shock at your arrival still.

“Your gift Hiromi~, open it up.”

Still confused, he sits up while you saunter around the desk and kneel before his knees and duck under his arms to sit with your face right in front of his pelvis.

“D-Dear?”

“–Open the gift honey.”

Hiromi’s Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow as you palm him through his slacks before slipping his semi out from the fly and tugging the waistband of his briefs down. He exhales shakily as you work his cock up to a full erection and crumbles the tissue paper in his hand when he sees a skimpy lingerie set sitting neatly folded in the bag.

“Oh f-fuck..”

You’re not sure if it’s a moan from the gift or from the way you lick along his frenulum and massage his balls lightly.

“It’s the set I would’ve worn…”

And in that moment, you tug the strap of the trench coat and shuffle it off, revealing your bare body kneeling before him; Hiromi wonders what he must’ve done in his previous life to be married to such an amazing woman.

He drops the set back into the bag and guides you to your feet before spinning you around and placing your hands on the wooden desk and pushing your spine into a pretty arch; ass out. Hiromi knows this is not professional, but the fact it’s Friday, and Valentine’s Day, and you, make him throw out any rationality as he sinks his cock into your cunt.

The pace is brutal, leaving you digging your acrylic nails into the wooden furniture in an attempt to steady your balance from the way your husband fucks into you from behind. While moans escape your lips as his heavy balls smack into your clit with each thrust, Hiromi can’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed with emotions.

He’s beyond grateful for your ‘gift’ and stress relief, but another part of him is worried with slight envy at the thought that other men could’ve seen you so vulnerable. Wearing nothing under that coat?! What if there was a strong breeze? Or you tripped? Or the buckle keeping it shut came undone?

The glint of the golden ring on your hand brinds his attention to matching one he adorns– a memory of your vows and promises to forever. But other men might not respect that.

Sure in the eyes of the law Hiromi was all yours, but the world was crueler than that. And the way your cunt sucks his cock back inside, attempting to milk him dry, causes him to bend down with his chest to your back and slide his hands from your hips to right below your navel.

No, he needs much more than a ring; he needs you to carry his child to really solidify that you were all his.

Ryomen Sukuna:

[jin and kaori had yuji as teenage pregnancy for this to make sense age wise -> yuji is like in middle school and y'all like 29-33]

‘Jin has used up the last of his owed favors’ is the only thought running through Sukuna’s mind as he listens the way Yuji begs you to let him invite his friends over. It’s not like Sukuna went out of his way to plan a super elaborate Valentine’s Day, but his plans for a casual dinner, walk in the park, and about 4 hours of fucking couldn’t happen if you were both stuck babysitting his stupid nephew. And where tf was Choso?! He couldn’t come back from college to watch his little brother?

Ok, Sukuna has a small soft spot for the kid, but when trying to lay pipe with his girlfriend, Yuji is nothing but a nuisance.

“I guess that’s alright if they come over, right Sukuna?” You ask, while looking over at your sulking boyfriend who stands in the kitchen with firm scowl.

He rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘whatever’, not bothering to smile when Yuji jumps up and down and runs to call Nobara and Megumi. You walk over and run a hand through Sukuna’s hair and giggle when he leans into the touch with a low hum similar to a moody house cat.

“What are you laughing at, woman?”

“You”

“Tch.”

You know Sukuna acts all tough but loves the doting affection regardless, pulling you back in closer when your hand threatens to leave its spot scratching the hair at the back of his neck.

The evening isn’t how you expected your Valentine’s Day to go, but it was fun nonetheless. You and Sukuna help Yuji make Valentine’s for his homeroom class with his friends as a sappy romcom plays in the background. The 5 of you order takeout, with Sukuna and yourself excusing yourselves when the kids move to play Super Mario party, surrounded by conversation hearts and chocolates.

“Fucking finally” Sukuna grumbles as his lips latch onto yours and his kicks the door shut behind him.

He wastes no time in stripping you down and pushing you to the edge of the guest bed before kneeling before your thighs and splaying you open. Chocolate and candy were nothing compared to the sugary taste of your cunt, and no matter how many times Sukuna complains he doesn’t have a sweet tooth– he always eats you out as if it were his favorite meal.

Long thick fingers know every spot that makes your hips twitch and his hot tongue ruts against your puffy clit just the way you like it. The way moans escape your lips are enough indication that you’re enjoying the moment, and Sukuna is too, but he can’t help but feel a little bad he couldn’t give you something more for the holiday.

He wastes no time when your orgasm washes over you to push you further onto the bed and fold you into a mean mating press. No matter how many times you take him, the length and thickness of your boyfriend’s cock is enough to make you dig crescent shaped indentations on his shoulder blades.

“God, feels like…haaa you wanna fucking ngh milk me dry”

The pubes at his base tickle your clit with enough pressure to make you moan his name with your head pushed back into the pillow; Sukuna has to bite down on the side of your neck to avoid his stupid nephew from hearing the way he was about to make him a cousin.

You bring your hands to his hair and mewl as his tip grinds into your cervix with a mean pressure. “Ah m’sorry Sukuna– ahhh couldn’t g-give you a better Valentine’s Day..”

He assumes it’s the cock drunk brain of yours talking; Sukuna is certain there’s nothing else he would want to do for the day anyways. But reciprocating your wish for a better evening, he pushes the feeling away and tugs your hips up to angle just a bit deeper.

Sure, he could’ve been out on a lovely date with you tonight while Jin or Choso watched the brat… but a better idea crosses his mind. Reciprocation; a taste of their own medicine.

“It’s fine, angel..” He rocks his hips against yours and sucks his thumb before bringing it to rub against your clit. “I’ll give you a niiiice load… n’you can give me a baby.”

Shoko Ieiri:

Ieiri is prepared for this holiday– nothing was getting in her way from delivering a memorable day to her girlfriend. She called off work 2 weeks in advance, booked a reservation for the restaurant in December, and even kept a wishlist of all the little items you would look at in stores but never buy.

The perfume from Sephora that was a little too expensive? Purchased. The cute little pastries from the bakery you turned down because this was ‘the year you finally commit to your gym grind’? Yep, they are sitting on the kitchen table wrapped up with a bow.

Ieiri made sure every ‘t’ was crossed and every ‘i’ was dotted.

And you had planned a few things as well– a couple’s pottery class in the evening and a cute wine bar to go to after the dinner reservation she made. By the time the day wraps up, you plop onto your shared sofa with a tired sigh as your feet ache from the heels.

You’re certain you could fall asleep at this moment, but the sound of Ieiri opening the bedroom door and sauntering into the room pulls you from your drowsy state. Dressed down in purple lace lingerie, she gives you a smirk and drags her hands down the plush tops of her breasts before tracing down to the straps around her waist you didn’t notice before. A strap-on.

There’s no plastic dildo hooked to it yet, but her smirk is all you need to know that there will be one very soon. Ieiri doesn’t even have to call you over with her hand; your tired feet feel brand new as you hop up and tug her into the bedroom as laughs escape her lips from your eagerness.

And well, how could you not?!

She strips you from the dress, careful not to rip it since she knows it’s your favorite, and kisses along your neck before you push her back onto the plush comforter. Reaching around her soft skin, you unclasp the metal hooks of her bra and immediately lath your lips to a perky nipple.

The sound of your name escaping her mouth is your favorite song as you lick the perky bud before switching to the other breast to give it equal attention– best not to make it feel left out.

And once you’ve sucked enough hickies on her chest to your satisfaction, Ieiri guides you to your hands and knees while she stands to rummage in the nightstand for the familiar silicon dildo.

It takes a few tries to clasp it firmly into place, and when it’s finally stable, you can’t help the long moan that escapes your lips as she slowly sinks in.

“F-Fuck… Ieiri–”

“–I know, I know baby… you can take it though.. Be a good girl, yea?”

She coos in your ear before kneeling upright and tugging your hips back to a steady ‘plap!’ plap!’ ‘plap!’ rhythm. Your cunt clenches around the mold as she reaches forward to give a small squeeze to your tits before grabbing the other toy she pulled from the drawer– a vibrator.

And as soon as the vibration is pushed against your puffy clit, a string of moans rip from your throat as you arch your back to further the sensation against her. No matter how many times you and Ieiri fuck, she always ensures that your legs will be absolutely jelly the next day… that way she can nurse you back to health obviously.

“G-gonna cum… ahhh please! Please let me…”

And like the amazing girlfriend she is, Ieiri doesn’t change anything. She keeps the vibrator against your clit, the tempo of her hips reamains the same, and even the angle of the dick into your cunt stays perfectly constant as you cum, hard.

Those brief moments of afterglow are amazing but short lived, because you both knew that this evening wouldn’t end until maybe round 6? 7? Neither of you have work in the morning… so maybe it’ll be an even 8?

hehe i know im late but whoopsiessss

I've had this in progress for like 2 weeks and kept pushing it off but now its doneee

also i promise my chapters for the long fics are coming~~

[its so hard to write these bc i almost make them into their own one shots every time]

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marstar13 · 8 hours ago

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10 Things I have noticed being repeated in Stobotnik fanfics that I like :

1- Ivo's ears turn red whenever he blushes, they always give him away.

2- Stone's first name being "Aban", sometimes it could be something else but more than 80% of the ones I read have that as his first name that there is a whole tag dedicated for it "Agent Stone is called Aban"

3- Ivo is SOOO BAD with feelings, for someone who is the smartest man alive he does tend to be stupid when it comes to romantic feelings, I also love how his problem is the fact he has feelings and not the fact he has feelings for a man.

4- Ivo taking off his gloves is portrait more sexual than him being naked; And how they mean everything to him, and he is very insecure and vulnerable without them.

5- in case of a hanahaki disease fic, they both do their best to hide the disease from the other one, and if Stone has it, he has zero faith in being liked back by Ivo, he is fully ready to die and let the disease consume him, which sometimes ends up with him dying (which is the most common ending), or be shocked that Ivo is starting to be very nice to him and then finds out he likes him back and gets cured, and the same thing for Ivo.

6- Ivo had other agents before Stone, but none of them lasted longer than a week, however Stone is the only one to last for so long and still by his side despite how he is being treated, it genuinely makes Ivo confused why he is sticking around him, when he sees himself undesirable by everyone.

7- Stone is a masochist... we all already know that.

8- Ivo has a tracker on Stone, it could be a watch, ring, etc.

9- they are FREAKY... they match each other's freak so perfectly, it freaks everyone else around them.

10- Stone is willing to hide a fetal injury if it means not to disturb Ivo's work, meeting, presentation... that man is ready to die if it means the doctor is unharmed and continues working... obviously, it only ends with a trip to the hospital with Ivo next to him.

#what i mean by 'i like' is the fact we can all collectively agree on #cuz some of these actually makes me mad (at them) and sad #so not really liking that part lol #eggman #agent stone #stobotnik #ivo robotnik #dr robotnik #sonic the hedgehog #fanfic #ao3

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03den · 3 days ago

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bfhamzah headcanons - sfw & gnreader

a.n: i do not know hamzah personally and do not believe this represents how he actually is/acts irl. i yap i yapped and i will continue yapping

( i feel like hamzah isn’t the type to fall just for anyone from one night to another. he gives me vibes of friends to lovers / friends to fwb to lovers troupe. his love grows gradually and he might only take his feelings seriously once he feels like he actually knows you, so you’d probably be friends for quite a while before it flourishes to sth else )

his primarily love language is acts of service. as soon as you mention anything he can help you with, he’s already putting everything to the side and standing up! oh, you need groceries for your ap? he’ll drive you and help you go through the list. your wi-fi is malfunctioning? dw, he’ll look into it. he might complain once in a while but it’s simply just to tease you — something like “your wi-fi is so trash i had to restart it twice this morning”. for him acts of service are also more than just helping, it’s his way of showing he cares and that he listens. e.g: if you mention liking * snack, don’t be surprised to see it laying around in his kitchen next time you come over

i also feel like he’s somewhat big on quality time. although editing and managing two youtube channels does keep his schedule busy, hamzah likes to be near you. js being in the same room as you—even if silent and both of you r focused on your own tasks—is enough for him. when not working, he likes to b js lazy with you too. he likes to stay in bed w you for hourss, not necessarily cuddling & to stay w u on the sofa, just slouched near each other watching cartoons. he holds those moments dear in his heart

there r still obvious exceptions where he takes you out to do sth, but he’s not overly romantic nor is he into that stuff. i can see him preferring a stay-at-home dinner date and cooking you your preferred meal than going out to a restaurant for a romantic dinner. but overall the places i imagine he’d take you r all a bit funny — laser tag, bumper cars, pet store js to look at the animals, etc..

he just isn’t much of a fan of grand romantic gestures, specially not in public or in front of cameras, so do not expect a lot of pda from him. most of his physical touch in public would have a playful insinuation, more pestering than romantic; smacking or pinching your tight, resting an arm on your shoulder like a deadweight, randomly poking your sides, and pulling your hood over your face.

it all still comes from a place of love though, and as time passes, there’s a progress on his srs and casual display of affection. if sitting down, his hand will start resting on your knee or tight while talking; if walking tgt on a busy street in front of the camera, his hand might reach for your wrist and grab it gently. if you’re outside and cold, instead of being all gentleman and giving you his hoodie/jacket, he’ll js pull you into it with him. and as time passes, appearances of kisses on the cheek and eventually on the lips on videos will start being more casual as well (outside of youtube, it all depends on how many people are around. he usually tries to be discreet with his smooches).

don’t get it wrong though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like physical affection. in private, that man is all over your space. he’s touchy and clingy, hands always on you even if subtly. his teasing touches in public turn into something more caring and loving in private. if he’s used to mess up your hair to annoy you, when it’s just the two of you he’ll absentmindedly stroke through it. the putting-his-bodyweight-over-you-till-you-complain also turns into him being half on top of you most of the time, whether it’s draping himself across your lap, resting his head on your shoulder or flopping onto you when you’re lying down

actually, while on that, something i feel like he definitely loves is laying his head on your lap or chest. he for sure lovesss when you run your fingers through his hair too even if he doesn’t directly says it. he will even shove your legs apart js so he can lay between them. also! i have seen people say this but i’ll repeat it, he loves manhandling you and he will casually do it for no necessary reason. lowkey back hugs is also sth he likes — no dramatic embrace, js arms wrapped loosely around you and his chin resting against your shoulder

notices everything about you. your favorites, your hates, your comforts, your distresses… he’s so fast to understand and tell apart your moods too. i wouldn’t say he feels too confident in his reassuring, although he always does it and it always helps you

he texts/calls you a lottttt. def tried to be nonchalant at the beginning of your friendship but he quickly gave up. so, now that you’re dating? forget about double texting—the normal is for him to quadruple text

words of affirmation are not his strong suit. he tries his best and you’re also patient with him, but still, ‘i love you’s will take their time to be heard out loud. he prefers showing it over saying it

omg i have so many other hcs ideas.. maybe i’ll do a part 2. hope u enjoy these for now! sorry for any possible grammar errors btw English is not my native language

#🗻.hamzah #🗻.headcanons #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah x reader #hamzah x y/n #hamzahthefanatasticxreader #hamzah fluff #hamzah imagines #slushy noobz #out of character podcast #4freakshow

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mnightseoul · 2 days ago

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Midnight Deals ( Yuna x Male OC )

tags: creampie, blowjob, humiliation, cucking, facial

The neon lights of the college party throbbed in sync with the bass of the latest pop songs, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded room. You and Yuna had been looking forward to this night for weeks—a much-needed break from the relentless march of midterms and deadlines. As you both entered the apartment, the warmth of the bodies packed tightly together hit you like a wall, the scent of cheap beer and sweat mingling with the sweet aroma of someone's overenthusiastic cologne.

You grabbed a couple of plastic cups from the makeshift bar on the kitchen counter, which was sticky with the residue of spilled drinks and good times. The room was a cacophony of laughter, shouted conversations, and the clinking of ice. The partygoers were a sea of faces, some familiar, others a blur of unmet acquaintances. Yuna's eyes lit up as she spotted a few of her friends from the dorm, and with a squeal of excitement, she dragged you through the throng to say hello.

You filled your cups with a mysterious concoction that was more likely a mix of various half-empty bottles than an actual cocktail. The taste was a potent blend of sugar and regret, but the burn of the alcohol as it slid down your throat was surprisingly welcome. Yuna took a cautious sip before throwing her head back and downing half of hers. "It's gonna be a wild night," she giggled, her cheeks already flushed from the warmth of the room and the beginnings of a buzz.

As the night progressed, so did the drinks. You lost count of how many you had consumed, each one a little less satisfying than the last, but the buzz grew steadily stronger. Yuna's laughter grew louder, her movements more erratic, as she danced with wild abandon in the center of the room. You watched her for a moment, the love and adoration swelling in your chest, before joining in, the music pulsing through your veins like a second heartbeat.

The party swirled around you, a blur of lights and faces. You stumbled over to the snack table, where a bowl of chips looked like the most appealing food you had ever seen. You grabbed a fistful and shoveled them into your mouth, the salty crunch briefly soothing the burning in your throat. The room was spinning now, the edges of your vision blurring and darkening like an old photograph.

Suddenly, a hand clapped you on the shoulder, and your best friend, Alex, appeared beside you, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Having a good time, man?" he yelled over the music. You nodded, unable to form coherent words around the mouthful of chips. "Your girlfriend's looking hot tonight," he shouted, nodding towards the dance floor where Yuna was gyrating with a group of her friends.

A rush of pride mixed with the haze of alcohol. "Yeah, she's amazing," you managed to reply, your voice slurred. Alex leaned in closer, his breath reeking of beer. "Seriously, she's smoking." The compliment washed over you like a warm wave, and you felt a strange mix of affection for him and possessiveness over Yuna. You shot a playful glare his way.

But then, his smile took a sharp turn, and his eyes glinted with something else. He leaned in even closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Wanna trade for a night?" he asked, his grin wicked. "Yeji's not here right now, but if you let me have a go with Yuna, I'll let you sleep with her." You paused, the chips in your mouth momentarily forgotten. The proposal was ludicrous, but there was a strange temptation in his words. Yeji was one of those girls who seemed untouchable—beautiful, exotic, and always just out of reach.

You felt a cold chill down your spine, the kind that sobered you up a bit. "What the hell are you talking about?" you spat, your hand balling into a fist. "That's not funny, man." But Alex's expression remained unchanged, his eyes boring into yours, challenging you. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun," he insisted, his tone low and persuasive. "We're all adults here. Live a little."

Before you could respond, he pulled out his phone and began swiping through his photos. The screen filled with videos, each one a little more explicit than the last. You watched, horrified and yet fascinated, as he showed you clips of him and Yeji in various states of undress, her body contorted in ways that seemed impossible. The images blurred together, a carnival of flesh and passion that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. Your heart raced, a mix of curiosity and arousal coursing through you. You had no idea what to say, the room spinning even faster now.

Alex must have seen the internal struggle playing out across your features because his grin grew even wider. "You know you want to," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "It's not like it's cheating if everyone agrees, right?" He leaned in closer, his words hot on your ear. "Think about it. You get to experience something new, something wild, and Yuna gets to have her own adventure. Who knows, maybe you'll even like it."

You pondered over his proposal, the alcohol muddling your judgment. On one hand, the idea was absurd, disrespectful even. But on the other, there was an undeniable allure to the taboo. Yeji was the kind of girl that made heads turn, and the thought of being with her was like a siren's call. But what about Yuna? Would she even consider it? Would she be hurt? Angry? The more you thought about it, the more your head spun. You took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away.

But the devil on your shoulder whispered louder than the angel, and you couldn't resist. You turned to Alex, the heat of the room seeming to intensify. "Okay," you slurred, your voice betraying the excitement and fear that surged within you. "But only if you can convince Yuna to do it." You felt a rush of adrenaline as the words left your mouth. It was as if you had just tossed a match into a dry field and were watching the flames dance in the wind.

Alex's grin grew even wider as he nodded and disappeared into the crowd. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. You stumbled back to the couch, trying to calm yourself. This was crazy. What were you thinking? But the alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, and the memory of the videos played on a loop in your mind's eye.

You saw Yuna across the room, her hair flying as she danced with her friends. She looked so alive, so free. You had to admit, the idea of seeing her with Alex was… interesting. You took another swig of your drink, the burning liquid doing little to quell the fire in your belly. What would she think? Would she be into it? The doubt gnawed at you, but the excitement grew stronger with each beat of the music.

Minutes ticked by, stretching into hours that felt like an eternity. The party swelled around you, a tapestry of sounds and colors that seemed to pulse in time with your racing thoughts. And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Alex approaching, his gait slightly unsteady. His grin had grown, if that was even possible. "I talked to her," he shouted over the music, his hand clamping down on your shoulder. "She's down."

Your stomach flipped, a mix of anticipation and dread. This was really happening. You tried to stand, but your legs felt like jelly. Alex noticed your hesitation and laughed. "Don't worry," he said, slapping you on the back. "I'll go get her." He disappeared into the crowd again, leaving you to contemplate the gravity of what was about to unfold.

When they emerged, Yuna's cheeks were flushed, and she looked at you with a curious expression—part excitement, part confusion. Alex leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and her eyes went wide. Then, she looked at you, searching for confirmation. You nodded, still not fully understanding the decision you had made. She took your hand, her grip firm and reassuring, and led you both to a quieter corner of the party.

You stumbled down the hallway, the walls seeming to close in on you with every step. Finally, you found an unoccupied bedroom, the door slightly ajar. The room was dimly lit by the glow of a lava lamp, casting shadows across the unmade bed. Yuna pushed the door open, and the three of you tumbled inside, the music from the party muffled by the thickness of the walls.

Alex turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. "You can watch, but don't join in," he said firmly. "I don't do threesomes." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder that this was his show now. You nodded, unsure if you were relieved or disappointed. You didn't know if you could go through with it, but the idea of watching was somehow less daunting.

Yuna looked at you with a question in her eyes, and you gave her a reassuring smile, trying to convey that you were okay with this. She returned it, though it was tinged with nerves. The room was hot and stuffy, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and desire. Alex began to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body with a familiarity that made your stomach clench. You felt like a spectator at a play you hadn't signed up to see, but there was a strange fascination in watching the scene unfold.

Yuna's hands found their way to Alex's belt, her movements slow and deliberate. He moaned into her mouth as she unbuckled his pants, pulling him closer. You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The sight of your girlfriend with another man was both thrilling and terrifying, a heady mix of emotions that you had never felt before.

As Alex's hands began to unbutton Yuna's shirt, exposing her lacy black bra, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But it was quickly overshadowed by a burning curiosity, the kind that made you want to see more. You watched, transfixed, as she unhooked the clasp and let the fabric fall away, revealing her perfect breasts. Her skin was glowing in the soft light, and she looked more beautiful than you had ever seen her.

Their kisses grew more passionate, tongues dancing together as they tugged at each other's clothes. Yuna's hands found Alex's chest, her nails digging in as she pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles rippled in the dim light, and you felt a strange pang of longing. You had never seen her look at anyone else the way she was looking at him now—hungry, desperate. It was intoxicating.

Alex laid her down on the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress. You watched as he kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Yuna's eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft gasp. You could see the outline of his erection through his boxers, and the sight sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your own arousal grew, the blood rushing to your groin. You didn't know if it was because of the situation or because you were just that drunk, but you couldn't look away.

Yuna reached down and slid Alex's boxers off, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. His eyes closed, and he threw his head back with a groan. The sound was like a siren's call, beckoning you closer. You leaned in, your breathing shallow, watching as she brought him to full arousal. The sight was mesmerizing, and you felt your own pants growing tight.

Alex returned the favor, his fingers tracing the waistband of Yuna's jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid them down her legs, revealing the matching black lace panties that left little to the imagination. His thumbs hooked under the elastic, and with a gentle tug, they were gone, leaving her bare and exposed. The room felt charged with sexual tension, like the air before a thunderstorm.

Yuna's eyes remained on you as Alex positioned himself between her thighs, his hand moving to stroke her gently. You could see the question in her gaze, the silent plea for reassurance. You gave her a nod, and she bit her bottom lip, her body arching slightly as he touched her. The sight of her enjoying another man's touch sent a jolt of arousal through you that was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

Alex leaned in, kissing Yuna deeply as his fingers found her wetness. You watched as he teased her, his thumb circling her clit while he slipped a finger inside her. The sounds of their passion grew louder, mixing with the muffled beats of the party outside. You could feel your own erection straining against your jeans, and the urge to touch yourself was almost overwhelming.

Yuna's hands moved to Alex's shoulders, gripping tightly as he worked her closer to the edge. Her breaths grew shallow, her hips bucking against his hand. You realized that you were holding your own breath, your body tense with anticipation. Then, without warning, she came, her back arching off the bed and a keening cry escaping her lips. It was the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

Alex pulled away from the kiss, a smug look on his face, and turned to you. "Look at her," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Look how much she wants this." You couldn't argue with that; Yuna's eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Without another word, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. Yuna gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as he filled her completely. You felt a strange mix of emotions excitement, arousal, and a twinge of pain that was almost indistinguishable from jealousy. But as he began to move, you couldn't deny the raw beauty of it. The way her body moved with his, the way she moaned with each stroke it was mesmerizing.

You reached down and unzipped your own pants, freeing your erection. You began to stroke yourself in time with their rhythm, the sight of them together pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Yuna's eyes flicked to you, her gaze locking onto yours as Alex took her. The connection was intense, a silent communication that spoke of love and lust and trust.

Alex picked up the pace, fucking Yuna like a rag doll. Each thrust was punctuated by her gasps, her body bouncing with the force of his movements. You watched as he took her, his muscles flexing with each plunge. It was like watching a car crash—you couldn't look away, even though part of you wanted to. You felt a strange mix of emotions—arousal, yes, but also a fierce protectiveness. This was your girlfriend, and she was being used in a way that you hadn't quite anticipated.

But then, she opened her mouth, and the words that spilled out were anything but innocent. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice raw with lust. "Make me scream." Alex complied, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made the bed shake. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "You like having me inside you?"

Yuna's only response was a breathless nod, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to echo in the small room. "Oh God, yes." The dirty talk grew more intense, their words a symphony of passion that seemed to fill the air. "You're so tight," Alex grunted, his strokes growing deeper. "You feel amazing."

Yuna's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. "I want more." The sight of her like this, lost in the throes of passion with someone else, was both exhilarating and unsettling. You felt like an intruder in your own relationship, yet you couldn't look away.

Alex leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg me to cum inside you," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. Yuna's eyes snapped to yours, the question in them clear. You nodded, the alcohol making your decision-making process feel like you were underwater. She swallowed hard and then, with a look of pure wantonness, she did as he asked.

"Please, Alex," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you to cum inside me. Right in front of him." You watched as she tightened her legs around his waist, her hips grinding against him. "Fuck me so hard that he can feel it."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, but instead of pain, you felt a surge of arousal. You had never seen Yuna like this before—so raw, so uninhibited. It was as if the alcohol had stripped away her inhibitions and laid bare her deepest desires. You could feel your own orgasm building, your hand moving faster over your shaft.

Alex took her at her word, his thrusts growing more frantic, more demanding. You watched as he buried himself inside her, his muscles tensing with the effort. Yuna's eyes never left yours, the connection between you both electric. She was giving herself to him, and yet, she was offering you something more—a glimpse into a side of her you had never seen.

With a final, guttural groan, Alex came, his release filling Yuna completely. She let out a shuddering breath, her body going slack. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the heavy panting of the two on the bed. Then, the music from the party outside crashed back in, a stark reminder that the world hadn't stopped spinning.

Alex pulled out, and without missing a beat, he looked at Yuna, his eyes gleaming with a wickedness that sent a shiver down your spine. "Now, clean me up," he instructed, his voice still thick with arousal. She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours as she sat up and took him into her mouth. You watched, your hand still moving on your own erection, the sight of her pleasuring him like a drug.

He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Mm, that's good," he murmured. He turned to you, his grin turning wicked. "I'll give Yeji a call tomorrow and tell her about our little arrangement," he said, his hand moving to the back of Yuna's head, guiding her movements.

You nodded, unable to find the words to protest. The sight of Yuna's lips wrapped around Alex's cock was too much. You watched as he played with her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bobbed up and down. Her eyes were on you the whole time, filled with a mix of lust and something else—something you couldn't quite place.

As Alex grew closer to climax, you felt your own body responding. Your hand moved faster, the friction of your palm against your skin almost painful. You could feel the heat building in your balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, Alex pulled out of Yuna's mouth, his cum spurting out in thick ropes that arced through the air and painted her face and chest. Yuna's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, letting him cover her in his release. It was a moment of pure, unbridled lust, and you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The sight was too much for you to bear. With a grunt, you came too, your own cum splattering onto the floor between your feet. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure that had been building for what felt like an eternity finally released in a hot, sticky mess. Your body shuddered with the intensity of your climax, and you felt a strange sense of relief mingled with embarrassment.

Alex chuckled, watching you with a smug look on his face. He reached down and grabbed Yuna's chin, tilting her face up so that his cock was in line with her mouth again. "Open wide," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. She did as she was told, her eyes never leaving yours as he rubbed his still-hard length across her face, smearing his cum over her cheeks and nose.

You felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, arousal, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The act was so degrading, so animalistic, and yet there was a part of you that couldn't look away. It was like watching a scene from a porn movie, but this was real, and it was happening right in front of you.

Alex chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to rub his cock on Yuna's face. Her cheeks were sticky with his cum, and her eyes were filled with a mix of lust and submission. You could see the way she was fighting to maintain eye contact, her own desires warring with what you had just witnessed.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Alex stood up and began to dress. His movements were lazy and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second of his victory. He wiped his hand on the bedspread and turned to you, his smile never wavering. "I'll call you tomorrow about the arrangement," he said, his voice low and smug. "We'll figure out the details then."

Yuna remained on the bed, her legs still trembling slightly. She didn't move as Alex zipped up his pants and pulled on his shirt, the fabric sticking to his sweaty skin. You couldn't tell if it was from the exertion of the act or the humiliation of what had just transpired.

Once Alex was fully dressed, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, leaving the smears of his cum on her skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. Then, without another word, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

#yuna x male oc #yuna smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop x male oc #itzy smut #kpop imagines

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jane-the-good · 21 hours ago

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CALEB: misty invasion

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

ABOUT: you and Caleb are drenched after getting caught in the rain while coming home from a grocery store run

TAGS: Caleb x MC

AN: Caleb wasn’t there for misty invasion, so I made it happen! The idea was sparked by Cavern Kingston’s Quinn audio: A Perfect Storm.

CONTENT WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, female MC, Caleb is a sweetie pie

♡ please do not interact if you’re a minor ♡

AO3

The first drop lands on your nose. You barely have time to register it before another falls, then another.

"Ughhh, come on," you groan, gripping the grocery bag tighter as the sky cracks open above you.

Caleb huffs his easy, unbothered kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip. "Guess we’re running for it?"

"What do you think?" you ask, already breaking into a sprint.

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes to the bone. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing through puddles, but neither of you slows down. You barely notice the groceries bouncing in your arms, too busy trying to keep up with him.

He turns back just enough to grin at you. "Still slow, huh?"

You shove him, breathless. "Still annoying, huh?"

Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, laughing as you take a sharp turn onto your street. The porch light glows dimly through the rain, barely visible through the blur of water and motion. You reach the steps in a messy, gasping tangle. Dripping wet, grinning.

You drop the grocery bag onto the porch with a soggy thud, pushing your soaked hair out of your face. "Now we have to cook dinner while looking like sewer rats."

Caleb’s still looking at you. Not in the usual, teasing way. Something softer. Something warmer.

You blink at him. "Hm?"

He shakes his head, water dripping from his chin. "I think I just time traveled a little bit ."

You frown. "How is that?"

He exhales, slow. "We used to race home from school — we don’t anymore, but I love being reminded that the same you is still there."

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. "Yeah? And you’re still the same. Always making sure I don’t fall behind."

That silence stretches between you, thick and expectant.

The rain doesn’t let up. It seeps into the pavement, into your skin, into the spaces between breaths. The air hums—wet pavement and something electric, something charged, something that always lingers when he’s near.

Before you can stop yourself, before you can think too hard, your fingers find his forehead, brushing away a strand of rain-soaked hair. A small thing. A quiet thing. But his breath catches, and when his eyes flick to your lips, the whole world tightens, sharp and waiting.

He moves without warning—no hesitation, no space for second thoughts. One moment, the world is cold rain and shallow breaths, and the next, his lips crash against yours, urgent, relentless. His hands find your waist, not claiming, but remembering—like he’s always known you’d end up here, tangled in the storm. It’s messy, breathless, rain slipping between you, but none of it matters. There is only the press of his body, the gravity of his pull, the way he holds you because you’re the only real thing left in the world.

You pull away breathless and shivering and still completely, utterly ruined.

Caleb smirks, nudging you toward the door. "Come on, sewer rat. Let’s get inside."

Your fingers slip against the keys, hands unsteady—not just from the cold but from the ghost of his lips still pressed against yours. The door gives, swinging open, and the warmth rushes in, swallowing you whole. But the chill lingers, clinging to your skin, settling in the spaces he left behind.

"I’ll grab some towels," Caleb says, his voice a little rougher than usual. He disappears down the hallway, leaving you in the entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat.

Your clothes are soaked through, clinging to your skin with the weight of water. The fabric sticks uncomfortably, the cold seeping in, there’s no point in keeping them on any longer. With a sigh, you pull them off, letting them fall to the floor in a damp heap, the relief almost immediate as the fabric no longer drags you down.

Caleb returns, arms full of towels, his shirt conspicuously missing. "You can wear my—oh—yeah, that works too." A flicker of amusement crosses his face as he drapes a towel around you, the warmth sinking into your skin. Without missing a beat, he scrubs another through his damp hair, water dripping down his collarbone.

"So, dinner," he says, breaking the silence.

You nod, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself. "Yeah…"

Caleb just gives you a look and walks into the kitchen.

You follow, but you take the longer path, passing through the laundry room to drop your dripping clothes onto the tile floor. You shut the door behind you. He gets the hint. I know he does.

He pulls out all the ingredients while you put them away in their various cupboards. He’s still shirtless. His jeans are also soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The water’s running in the sink.

"Let’s make it quick," Caleb says. "Something easy."

"I’ll get the salmon," you say.

You shiver while crossing the kitchen, the cold still clinging to your skin. The overhead light hums—too bright, too warm—casting long shadows against the tiled floor. You pull open the fridge, fingers curling around the package of fish tucked in the door. When you turn back, Caleb is at the stove, the steady flicker of the burner catching in his eyes. You step beside him—closer than you need to—peeling open the plastic, the quiet rip of it lost beneath the rain still tapping against the windows.

He gives you a look. "What?"

"I don’t know. You just seem a little... cold."

You smile, putting your hand on his bare back. "I’m not cold."

He smiles back, a little more honestly. "Okay." He smiles, turns back to the stove, and sets the salmon in the pan.

The sizzle of the pan cuts through the quiet, the scent of fish curling into the air. Heat rises, slipping into the space between you. You step closer, just enough to feel the warmth of him chase away the last of the cold. Caleb doesn’t move away. Doesn’t say anything. You just stand there, side by side, the steady rhythm of cooking filling the silence, the weight of something unspoken settling between you. Waiting.

It’s a comfortable silence—the only sound the crackle of the flames and the sizzling of the fish.

"Smells good," you say.

"I hope it tastes good," Caleb replies, turning the salmon with a spatula. "If it doesn’t, blame it on the weather." He glances up at you, raising a brow. "Did you really go outside without bringing an umbrella?"

You shrug. "It wasn’t raining when I left for the grocery store."

He snorts. "You didn’t check the forecast?"

"I didn’t think about it."

"That’s how you always get yourself into trouble," he teases. "Never plan anything, then end up needing to call me to carry your bags."

"Planning’s boring," you say, smiling. "Besides, I always end up where I’m supposed to be."

Caleb’s eyes are soft as he looks at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Especially when I’ve got you looking after me."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he’s about to say something. But he just blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "I think it’s ready."

You pull back, letting him work. He makes a sauce and warms the rice and vegetables he already cooked for you a few days ago. The kitchen’s warm now, the comforting smell filling the air.

He takes the salmon out of the oven, plates it with care, and slides it over to you. "Is this alright?"

You pick up your fork but can’t take your eyes off him. He’s still shirtless, his hair a little messy. "Yeah. I’ll eat it."

He smiles and slides over to sit next to you at the table.

You cut into the fish and take a bite. It’s good. Caleb watches you chew, a pleased smile on his face. "I’m glad you like it," he says.

"I’m always glad to eat your cooking," you reply, taking another bite.

He nods. "Glad I could make you happy."

The words settle between you, soft and unspoken, lingering in the space where silence holds more weight than sound. You don’t look up, but you feel it—his gaze, steady and knowing. Caleb just smiles, he’s always known and he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

The food is good, the kind that sinks into your bones, warming you from the inside out. You take your time with it, let the flavors linger. Caleb cooks as if he knows what he's doing, and he does. He doesn’t need to say it.

When he reaches for the rice, his arm brushes yours. A small touch, fleeting but deliberate. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. The warmth of him lingers, something quiet and certain.

Then he looks at you—really looks. That soft expression, the one that makes your stomach twist, makes the air feel heavier, thicker. He sees something in you, something worth seeing.

His hand finds yours, even after the plates are empty, the last grains of rice gone. He doesn’t let go. Neither do you. His fingers curl over yours, warm and steady, a quiet kind of certainty.

You shift, just enough, lacing your fingers with his. His palm fits against yours, just as it always has.

You swallow. "I should probably shower," you murmur, the weight of his hand still lingering on yours.

You let go of his hand and get up from the table, picking up the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. He watches you, looking a little disappointed but also relieved. "Don’t worry about the dishes," he says. "I’ll take care of them later."

You shrug and leave them alone. He’ll wash them when he’s done with whatever he wants to do. Maybe he has other things planned.

You step through the laundry room once more, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of damp cotton, your discarded clothes still pooled on the floor, dark with water. You peel away the towel clinging to your skin, trade it for another—dry, warm, untouched. The old one joins the heap as you step into the shower. The water comes down too hot, biting at your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You stand there, unmoving, as the water threads through your hair, soap lather slipping down your skin. It’s warm. Soft. It unwinds something tight in your chest, loosens the grip of the day just a little.

A minute passes. Maybe two. Then—the creak of the bathroom door. The whisper of fabric against skin. A quiet splash as he steps in behind you.

"That took longer than I expected." You try to sound unbothered.

"I had to at least let you make it to the shower." He wraps his arm around your stomach to pulls your back against him.

Your breath catches as his hands slide down your body, a little bit of soap on his fingers. He rubs it into your skin massaging deep into sore muscles. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your ear as his hands move lower, over the curve of your hips, then between your thighs.

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?" you say louder over the water

"hm?"

"…"

"I heard you the first time." his smile is so gorgeous.

"Caleb"

He’s hard against your ass as he slides his fingers over you, moving them into your wet warmth, finding that spot inside you that makes everything clench. He’s always so quick to find it.

"Are you feeling it, love?"

"feeling what?"

You moan, your hips arching back to meet him.

"I’m so thankful for you and the trust you give me to care for you"

You note how much he does feel incredibly good.

His mouth moves against your neck. His teeth nip at your skin as he slides his fingers tease you. He holds you in place because you’re his. You have always been his

"Salmon is an aphrodisiac isn’t it?" you breathe

He slides his digits in with ease, and it feels good, too good. It makes your toes curl, your heart thump.

"and pineapple and rose tea."

You pant, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging at the roots.

"Caleb please."

"I’ve hardly touched you."

He hums against your neck and you feel it trickle up your spine.

"Your need for control is infuriating."

"You don’t look upset," he murmurs, his touch leaving sparks in its wake. Your breath stutters, your body betraying you as you lean into him. He hums, pleased. "I would notice if you did. I know you very well."

His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave the echo of his touch behind. His lips find the curve of your neck, hot against the chill of the air just outside of the water’s reach, his hold unrelenting. The press of his body is grounding, familiar. The need coils low and insistent, something inevitable, something that cannot be ignored.

"Let go for me, love," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need.

The words unravel you, and he feels it—the way you shudder, the way your head falls back against him. He leans in, his lips brushing your throat, his teeth finding the place that makes you weak. A sharp gasp escapes you as he bites down, a silent claim, a promise.

Before you can catch your breath, he turns you in his arms, hands firm as he pulls you flush against him. His lips crash into yours, the kiss deep and aching, all heat and hunger.

The cool tile meets your back as he presses closer, his touch deliberate, slow, knowing. He breathes your name against your lips, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this— you might come undone with just his hands on you, with just the way he looks at you.

"Caleb," you whisper, and he answers without words, without hesitation.

He already knows. He always knows.

"Can I have you?"

"Please."

He pulls your leg up and wraps it around his back and slowly slides in. You lean your forehead against his chest and groan softly.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see your eyes?" His voice is gentle.

You glance up, and something in his expression shifts—softens, seeing something precious.

"You mean the world to me." He is so sure of his words.

"Only this world?"

"The universe, then."

"In just this time?"

"You mean the universe in all time, to me."

A small pause, a heartbeat between words.

"Well, I have to make sure."

"Geez" He picks up your other leg to wrap around his back making you gasp. "Would you be good for once?" He gives you a harsh slap to your ass. It makes your legs tighten around him and pulls him in deeper. You both groan.

He presses you against the wall as he slowly starts thrusting.

"Darling" he moans

You look down to where you both meet, when you look back up he catches your eyes. He has a smirk whispered on his face. You hide against his neck and feel the vibrations of his laugh.

"My sweet, naughty girl."

He picks up the pace.

"Caleb"

"I love hearing you say my name" He moans against your neck

He fucks you like you're his. Like he owns you. Like you're his to do whatever he wants with. His hand reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging.

"Please" Your hips involuntarily grind against him because your body was always his.

"You feel so good." He groans. "I didn’t think it was possible to be better than my dreams"

You moan, sob, plead as he drives into you. His fingers press against your clit. He knows how good it feels, and you clench down around him, your body shuddering as you come.

He makes everything go white. You forget who you are, forget where you are, forget everything but him being inside you. You shudder, clenching around him. His fingers don’t move from your clit. He keeps rubbing you until you’re a sobbing mess, your body limp in his arms. He fucks you through it, through all of it, with your legs are weak and your body is trembling.

"You’re so good to me, darling."

He groans, his body going taut, him pulsing inside you as he comes. It feels good, feels so fucking good as he spills inside you, still moving in and out like he doesn't want to stop. Wanting to stay forever.

His body slackens in the water. His arms tighten around you, afraid you'll slip away. You let him hold you, let him fuck you through the last of it. You let him do whatever he wants with you.

"I’m so thankful I get to love you." he kisses your forehead.

Steam curls around you both, soft, enveloping. The steady rhythm of the water drowns out everything beyond these walls, beyond this moment. It’s just the two of you—like the rest of existence has faded away, nothing else has ever mattered.

"I’m thankful to be loved by you." you lean against his heart, hearing it beating. Hear him alive and kicking. "you’re so good at it"

Caleb reaches over, twisting the knob until the water stills, leaving only the ghost of its presence in the quiet that follows. He slips out of you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "That probably didn’t count as a shower," he murmurs, amusement threading through the words.

You swallow, your eyes falling closed. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I feel cleansed"

He presses a kiss to your temple before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the slick porcelain. You don’t protest, don’t even think to—you just let him carry you, the warmth of his skin against yours. He steps into the dim-lit bedroom, discarding the towels without a second thought before climbing in beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you belong.

You press in close, your head finding the curve of his shoulder, fitting as it was always meant to. His hands trail down your back, slow, deliberate, settling at your waist before sliding lower. He presses a kiss to your hair, breath warm against your skin, holding you there with no intention of letting go.

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"I’ll always take care of you."

"You don’t have to."

"No, I need to."

You nod against his shoulder. You don’t argue when his hands knead your ass, his finger rubbing at your clit.

You’re still sore from the shower, your skin pink and tender, and still sensitive. But you let him keep going, let him rub at your clit until you're whimpering against his shoulder.

"are you serious?"

"I just want to make sure you’ll sleep well."

His kisses are a specific kind of comfort, familiar and timeless.

"of course I will." you moan "I’m already so tired."

Your hips buck into him and he smiles against your lips.

"I’ll have to teach you how to be honest with yourself, sometime. Maybe tomorrow."

"I’m honest."

"mhm." He calls bluff. "Stop fighting it, love."

He holds you when you shudder, when you sob, when you clench around his fingers trying to get enough. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your mouth. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth with your tongue. His fingers keep moving, rubbing at your sensitive clit as he kisses you.

He slows down only when you push his hand away, rolling over onto your side. You snuggle up against him, feeling the warmth of his body, he is warm against your thigh. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm. "Sleep," he says.

He pulls you in, a kiss pressed slow, deliberate, like something inevitable. Like gravity. Like fate. His hands linger, holding you as if he’s always had the right, as if you’ve always belonged here, in the space between his arms. And maybe you have. Maybe you always will.

#can we get round 2 of misty invasion pleaseeeeee i really wanted Rafayel’s ♡#love and deepspace #lnds #lads #l&ds caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb x mc #caleb #caleb x reader #caleb smut #love and deepspace fic #caleb fic #caleb fluff #JTGfic-caleb

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 3 days ago

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thoughts about mean stepdad!hotch who is polite to everyone other than you... lashing out angrily because it's the only thing that can stop him from bending u over and taking what he wants from u, filling u up with his hot cvm over and over again 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Stop Ignoring Me

Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, mean!stepdad!hotch (both consenting adults), mentions of oral sex (fem!recieving), mentions of Hotch masturbating and thinking of reader, reader gets bratty, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 850

Pairing: stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

A/n: Oh my god YESSSS. I got very carried away at some point when I was working on writing my thoughts out 😅. At some point it turned into a blurb so that is what I'll count it as. I hope you enjoy it 🫶. The writing may be a bit off because it was originally going to be a thoughts post but I am leaving it as is.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

For this post only: @queenofvelaris @itsneverlupus2

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

*NSFW MDNI*

It is how he keeps you at a distance so that he doesn't rail you until you can't think anymore. You never understood why he was always so mean and cold to you but would turn around and be so nice with his voice so soft to everyone else. Sometimes you wonder what you did wrong to feel like he hated you so much. It made you sad. The one person you had eyes for would hardly even speak to you. He wouldn't look at you. But little did you know that if he did look at you that his eyes would wander, and he would end up hard in his slacks before leaving for the BAU every single morning.

And then there was one time you overheard him moaning in the room he shared with your mother. She was gone for that weekend, so it was easy to imagine what he was doing. You shouldn't have listened, but you did. And that's how you found out that he was fucking his fist to the thought of you. Your name falling from his lips sounded amazing, but it shocked you. Not only because he's your stepdad but he treats you like you barely even exist.

So, when you realise that he must be acting that way to keep you at a distance, you decide to try getting him to warm up to you. You do everything you can. You make him a drink when you know he will be home from a long case. You make him food sometimes. He loves how it tastes but he acts like it's just okay. You practically throw yourself at him multiple times, but he pretends that that's not what is happening and completely denies you any sliver of interest. When being over-the-top nice doesn't do anything to get that scowl off his face, you start to be a brat instead.

You start to be just as rude to him. You ignore him and you pretend that he's not there. You don't greet him like you used to whenever you saw him. You stop with making him any drinks or food. You act as disinterested in him as possible. He notices it immediately. And he does not like it. He liked the attention you would show him, but he knew he had to ignore you, or he wouldn't be able to help fucking you until you were screaming his name at the top of your lungs

It wasn't until you came home with so little clothing and smeared lipstick that he finally ended up breaking. He pulled you into his home office and asked where you had been looking like that. He asked if you were out fucking someone. You weren't, but clearly the show you had put on had worked. You smeared that lipstick yourself just to get this reaction from him.

"All this time I've tried so hard not to fuck you and fill you with cum. I've tried not to stare too long. I've held myself back from tasting you. You have no idea how many times I have thought about doing things to you, how many positions I've thought about taking you in. I can't decide which to start with. Any ideas?" His voice is so deep and dark and it makes your knees weak. You just stare at him with wide eyes. He chuckles and you think it sounds condescending. "I think I know where to start." And then he drags you over to his desk, clears it, and yanks your clothes off before bending you over it. He presses his crotch against your dripping heat and you can feel how painfully hard his is in his slacks that he has yet to change out of after work. You know that means he was doing paperwork as he waited for you to come home.

"You feel what you do to me? You're soaking wet. You like this? You knew exactly what you were doing, hm? Trying to piss me off enough to get me to fuck you?" All you can do is whine and nod.

"Wanted you to stop ignoring me." You manage to pout at him You can hear him undoing his slacks and you imagine him pulling his cock out. You feel his tip begin rubbing through your slit and then it's prodding at your entrance. He finally pushes into you completely without much warning. He feels big, but not too big. He doesn't give you any time to adjust before he starts pounding into your pussy with no mercy. He spends the rest of the evening fucking you over and over again. He is taking all of his pent-up frustration out from not being able to have you and he's not sure when he'll get to have you again. When he's not fucking you, he is eating you out until he gets hard again. By the time he's done with you, his cum is dripping down your thighs and you both know that you're ruined for any other person, and you know it will happen again at some point. Even if he tries to restrain himself like he had before.

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bucketbueckers · 19 hours ago

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STICK AROUND

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: language, fluff, slight injury

wc: 2.3k

synopsis: After an arduous year full of ACL recovery, navigating your new yet inexplicably familiar relationship, and falling back in love with Paige Bueckers (not that you ever fell out of love in the first place), Paige is finally cleared and ready to play basketball again for her senior season.

notes: yes this is the same banner. no comments at this time please! this is part 2 to come around, requested by a few anons (sorry i may have deviated from the request a lil bit) & @janaelalfysloml 🫶 i was not expecting the reception CA got - and also!! 1k notes? wtf???? that's actually insane to me, i get on here to yap and procrastinate my homework, i am so blown away by the love and how many of you guys actually like what i write 😭 i love y'all bad! so here is part 2 in honor of CA surpassing 1k notes and my anons and if you're curious - yes flattery gets you everywhere and this is definitely an open invite to keep sending asks. not proofread! i hope you all enjoy this 🫶

tags: @unadulteratedcyclepaper @avvwritesstufff @surferandskater5 @jnkbueckers

The months between August 2022 and November 2023 were full of ups and downs. This is not to say you were miserable – far from it, in fact. Transferring to UConn from UMN was the best decision you’d ever made in your entire life. You’d made more friends, your grades started improving, and you’d truly felt at home in Connecticut, making a name for yourself in some of their student organizations. It would, however, be wrong to neglect the other, considerably important factor in why your life was turning around for the better.

You and Paige were in a much better place �� romantically, platonically, in every facet of being each other’s person. Your communication was a lot better. You learned to be a little more direct, to enunciate exactly how you were feeling. Paige learned patience, which is honestly a miracle in and of itself; she learned that it’s not her sole responsibility to try to protect you from outside noise or make whatever decision is best for you. The both of you had good intentions, but sometimes it’s really easy for those good intentions to get swept up in chaos and unravel before you. The both of you had to remember that you’re not just girlfriends, but you’re partners, too – you’re a team.

The year’s ups and downs weren’t on the two of you. You and Paige had “learning curve” moments as you’d called it, having to sit down and have uncomfortable, vulnerable conversations that left you feeling raw on the inside, but healthier in spite of it. Instead of being on the same page, it was as though you and Paige were the weaving lines and sloping letters, beginning on opposite sides yet meeting in the middle to form words, sentences, stories. You weren’t just there. You were together in a completely new sense, working side-by-side with the sort of ease that comes with fully knowing a person inside and out.

The troubles of the year stemmed more from her knee. Her recovery wasn’t linear. Some days were harder than others and some days were downright hell on earth. It was hardly comparable to the time her high school championship was cancelled due to covid – it was worse. The pain would leave her shuddering in bed, hiccuping through tears and there was only so much you could do. You’d spend countless hours at her side, alternating between the heating pad and the ice pack, helping her swallow her painkillers with water when it got too bad, brushing your fingers through her hair and rambling about everything and nothing to distract her. Once she’d made it out of the post-surgery, pain and soreness phase, her days were full of physical therapy and mental battles that tested the both of you. Some days you didn’t know what to say. Sometimes you wouldn’t say anything at all, letting her cry into your shoulder as you held her. Other days you let her talk for hours on end, entrusting you with the uncomfortable parts of her and the whispered confessions of, “I don’t know how I can trust my body after this.”

Time was what she needed to heal. The both of you knew that. So, you stuck around, knowing that even if Paige was a mess, injured, struggling mentally and physically, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with her. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks melt into months, she gets better. You knew she would. Watching that light return to her eyes, getting to see that spring in her step, hearing the way her laughter carried across the room was healing for you, too.

As she healed, you studied. You would spend the majority of your time in bed next to her with your textbook sprawled over your lap, her fingers tracing your skin and her chin hooked over your shoulder as she watched you do homework assignments. Your majors couldn’t have been further apart from each other, so admittedly, your time together was spent with Paige asking, “What the fuck is an electrophile?” and you responding with an endeared fondness, “Electro- means negative, -phile means love, so it’s a chemical species that accepts electrons,” followed by Paige huffing and declaring, “Yeah, you got that – you can be the breadwinner and I’ll be your sexy trophy wife.”

Whether she knew it or not, Paige helped you out a lot with your assignments. She kept your head on straight when your assignments got a little overwhelming and forced you to take a break when you were getting grouchy – “It’s what you did for me,” she would remind you, pressing soothing kisses to your cheeks, and murmuring, “You wanna DoorDash take-out?” (and who were you to say no to that?)

So as time passed, Paige recovered, the both of you healed, and by the time November 2023 rolled around, Paige was fully cleared to play basketball again. She’d been ecstatic for the weeks leading up to it, talking your ear off and dragging you to the gym with her even though the two of you fooled around more than she got her shots in. Her happiness was infectious – that was what mattered to you. You knew that she worked hard to get into UConn but you also knew she worked even harder to recover from the kind of injury that tests the resilience of many athletes.

The night before their home opener against Dayton, she revives an age-old tradition that you’d spent years missing. She takes you to Dairy Queen, shooting you an exasperated look over the center console as you teasingly pressed your card into her hand. She pays – she always does – driving off with her ice cream in the cupholder as she focuses on the road and you offer her spoonfuls of the same flavor you’d been ordering since you were both seventeen. Paige serenades you at the red lights, holding your hands and belting out off-key renditions of Keyshia Cole – because that hadn’t changed over the years, either. And when she finally pulls into a secluded parking lot, nothing but the moon and the crickets as your only witness, the two of you joke and ramble and flirt for what only feels minutes but are actually hours.

She still reserves that last bite of ice cream for you, guiding her spoon to your mouth and kissing the remnants off of your lips, relishing in the way your laughter reverberates throughout her Jeep. Paige tastes like vanilla ice cream and happiness, a lingering flavor that’s intoxicating when it mixes with your strawberry and the love for Paige that you’ve kept safe in your beating heart for years. Some things truly never change at all, you think when she rests her warm palm over your thigh as she adjusts her music (and the playlist she has fittingly titled ‘Freaky ass R&B’ with the heart emoji that she uses only for you). Things evolve, and they get better, and they have a way of surprising you in the best way possible, like when Paige gazes at you as you speak, her expression soft with a realization that sounds like I’m going to love you forever and a matching look in your eyes that looks like Forever sounds perfect.

Par for the course, her eyes start drooping around midnight, her movements fluid and her hands perpetually glued to your skin. The two of you talk for a little while longer until she finally blurts, “I have something for you.”

At that, you can only raise your brow, watching her as she leans into the backseat to grab a rectangular, gift-wrapped box. Panic fills your body at the thought that you may have missed an anniversary, but you remind yourself that it’s only November; your official anniversary wasn’t until late December.

She clears her throat, the nervousness reflected in her eyes, and you can’t help but remember how she asked you to be hers for the first time. You’re not seventeen anymore, nor are you in her stepmom’s Honda Pilot, but you’re both twenty-two living a life that feels both new and familiar, basking in a love that you’ve spent your entire life cherishing.

“You can tell me anything,” you remind her, your tone soft, and that’s enough for the tension to ooze out of her shoulders.

She smiles at you, that same smile from the first time she sat down across from you in junior year AP Lit. “I know,” she murmurs. “I just wanna do this right.” Your expression melts into one of understanding. “When I first convinced you to come to one of my games, I gave you my hoodie. I remember Coach lectured me for an hour straight, ‘cause he was all like, ‘Bueckers, the school pays a lot of money for those sweatshirts, and you lost yours!’” You laugh at her imitation of her high school coach. Her eyes shine a little brighter. “Coach wasn’t stupid. I’m sure he knew what actually happened. It was hard to miss you sittin’ in the student section and cheering me on like every bucket was one you made yourself. But, honestly…I didn’t care. I liked being able to look over and see you wearin’ my name and my number. It made me feel like I wasn’t just your best friend, that I was someone you’d want to…you know, do life with. That one day you’d love me in the way I loved you even though I didn’t know it was love yet.”

“So, you came to more of my games,” she continues. “You wore my hoodie. We’d get ice cream after and we’d talk for hours. I still remember that night I almost kissed you on your porch, that afternoon in your bed when I told you we weren’t so far away, that morning when I finally kissed you in the snow, when I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Paige swallows uncomfortably. “I remember when I broke your heart. I thought I was doing you a favor, but I just hurt the both of us. I missed you for two years but I didn’t think you’d ever want me back. So I hid. But we’d text each other happy birthday, and you’d reach out after I’d injured myself. I didn’t think I deserved your attention after what I did. Then I tore my ACL, and despite everything, you came.”

“You called,” you whisper, like it was the simplest thing in the world – because it was. Your heart beats to a cadence that sounds like the dribbling rhythm of a basketball and you know that Paige’s heart beats in tandem with yours. The two of you were so inexplicably intertwined in the fabric of each other’s lives, each other’s hearts, that it was difficult to discern where you began and she ended, but you knew that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah,” Paige agrees, her eyes shining. “I’on care what it takes, you’re stuck with me this time around. I am never letting you go. You’re my past, present, and my future. Which is why I want you to have this.” She gives you a meaningful look and you begin to unwrap the box. When you take the lid off, you can’t stop the smile from growing on your face as you reach in, wrapping your hands around Paige’s zip-up tracksuit hoodie. It has the Husky logo and it smells just like her. You know it’s the school issued one that she wears everywhere. “It doesn’t have my name or my number on it or anything, but I got a little something embroidered on the inside.” Allowing her to guide you, she pulls back the lapel, and on the left side, directly under the Husky logo that rests over your heart, the words “Not impossible. Not for us” are stitched delicately into the fabric. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you laugh softly. “Coach is gonna kill me,” she muses, “but it’s worth it – especially since you’ll be sitting courtside in my hoodie like we’d always talked about.”

Your lip trembles, but you’re smiling widely. “Paige,” you murmur. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll stick around for my games,” she says softly. “See if I’m still good at this basketball thing after taking a year off.”

Despite yourself, you laugh, placing the hoodie back into the box and wrapping your arms around her neck. Her hands find your hips, her lips pressing into your temple, and you both melt into each other with an overwhelming amount of relief. “You know I’m there,” you say. “Always will be.”

Paige squeezes your waist, pulling back far enough to smile at you before her lips find yours, kissing you with a gentleness and a passion that hasn’t gone away, no matter how long you’ve been together or how long you’ll spend looking for each other. Her kiss feels more like a vow of forever, and when she breaks away, whispering something that sounds like an I love you, you promise the same thing.

(You’re courtside at her home opener, as promised. You watch as Geno shakes his head at Paige when he catches her staring at you, mumbling something about these damn kids, but you know that she doesn’t care and you don’t either. She reserves a spot for you at every game, at every team hangout, in that crevice of her heart that you’d tattooed your name on ages ago. Every day, you fall just a little bit further in love with Paige, and one of the things that you know with an absolute certainty is that you’re spending the rest of your life with her.)

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mscherub · 3 days ago

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Cuddles!

I know plenty of ppl have probs done this, but Azul’s Bday card is out so I’m going feral, he’s adorbs, so ima do some short ass headcanons for cuddling with the guys cause I’m bored, and it’s something to post for my lovely followers <3

Tags!: Cuddling, comfort, fluff

Warnings!:

My sense of humor

These are just headcanons

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle; Scarabia; (you’re here :3), Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia

Riddle 👑:

Give him enough reassurance and he’ll do it

You two would kinda be in bed awkwardly while awake, just kinda…laying there, but the next morning he’d be tangled up in your arms without a care in the world

So…he likes it?

Clings to you, you’re holding him 95% of the time

Trey ♣️:

He doesn’t mind, he’s used to it, honestly

Probably cuddled up with younger siblings to help them sleep

Cuddles are warm and he prefers to hold you in his arms instead of the other way around, just how he likes things to be between the two of you, so don’t take any offense.

His face will be buried against the top of your head so

Cater ♦️:

He’s all for it, like, super stoked

Arms wrapped around you, head resting against yours, and…his phone behind you as he scrolls on magicam

If you want him to turn the phone off be extra nice, then he’ll consider it

He likes to put his hands under your shirt and put them against your back, skin to skin contact makes him feel fuzzy in a good way

He lives for cuddles, so provide them

Ace ❤️:

He’s likes it, but if you think anyone couldn’t be bad at cuddling, then meet Ace

He’d bug you to cuddle which is cute and all, but then when yall do, he has his arms wrapped around you but then he’ll eventually kick you away, complaining about it being “too hot” in his half sleep state

Oh, but now it’s too cold, so he goes back

You two kinda just end up laying close to each other

He steals blankets, beware

Deuce ♠️:

Awkward, stiff, just how I think he’d be

He’s like that causes he’s almost a little scared to disappoint you, for who knows what reasons, but whatever

You’d have to cuddle him first to get him to hold you back, it’s just a sign to him that it’s ok to even touch you

If he falls asleep before you, his grip won’t actually loosen, it will get a bit tighter around you

Leona 🦁:

I think we all know this one, anyways, yea, so he’s on top of you

He’d honestly like cuddling either way, you holding him or him holding you, but he prefers just laying on you

His head on your chest and his face buried in your neck, one leg thrown over yours and his arms wrapped around you, he likes this a lot better

He can sleep through anything, and he’s as still as a rock so good luck moving

Ruggie 💰:

He likes it but he also doesn’t, it’s kinda foreign

With where he grew up being alert was kinda the norm, but with cuddling he finds himself slipping! Tell him to take a chill pill

He’s all over you, though, too, clinging and keeping a firm grip around you

He likes to be held, actually, it’s nice

If he wakes up in the middle of the night to go get food, ignore him

Jack 🐺:

Also not used to it, but he secretly loves it, keeps it more hidden, though

He’s also kinda stiff…

He likes to hold you, just feels right, and his tail will betray his facial features as it almost bangs against the bed. Just ignore it

Speaking of tail, it’s fluffy, so if you ever get extra cold during the night, he could maybe just lay it over the lower half of you. Very useful!

Azul 🐙:

I fear I’m gonna say stiff to like half the characters, so, he’s stiff

He kinda prefers you to lay against him, it just feels a little better that way, and a little less embarrassing for him

During the night, just like an octopus would, subconsciously wraps his arms around you

When you wake up, the roles will be reversed with how yall went to bed

Jade 🫧:

For one, he gets overheated easily, so either that damn room is cold asf while he sleeps, or he sleeps with his covers off, or some other weird shit

I mean, it’s you, though, so he’ll endure the heat, but it’d still be very limited as to what yall even do

He finds you wanting to cuddle him funny, just is. It’s off what humans do when they sleep, but he gets the appeal

Just lay your head on his chest and I think that’s as far as yall will get

He doesn’t move around much. Not stiff per se, but he doesn’t move

Floyd 🫧:

He loves to squeeze so obviously he’s gonna love to cuddle you, and especially you cause you’re Shrimpy, duh

He’s gonna wrap himself all over you, and he won’t let up during the night. He gets an excuse to squeeze you so he’s not gonna pass it up

He moves around a lot in his sleep, but he will drag you with him. He falls to the floor in the middle of the night, then so do you

He drools. Have fun <3

Kalim ☀️:

Mans is happy, it’s like a sleepover, just closer, which he also loves. He’s maybe a bit too happy to cuddle, he’s smiling and giggling

He hangs on to you, and he’ll want you to do the same, it’s more nice that way

Being cuddled or being the person to cuddle the other, he doesn’t matter, loves it all

He also moves around a lot, he has energy, so just bear with him. Also he’ll probably gravitate away from you sometimes

He doesn’t mean it

Jamil 🐍:

He’s not quite fond of it, he’s busy, he has to wake up early, he “doesn’t have time for it.”

But…they are nice, and they help him sleep better, and they help him wake up feeling a lot better, especially getting to see your sleepy face. Yall he’s gaslighting himself

He prefers you to lay your head on his chest and kinda drape your arm over him. It’s a better position for him, and it also fights of the want to stay with you longer when he has to get up

Another guy who’s stiff, he gets a little more playable as he gets drowsier

Comments and likes are appreciated my lovelies <3

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23victoria · 21 hours ago

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7/11

ꨄ༊*·˚ pairings: f1 drivers x fem!reader

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ꨄ༊*·˚ synopsis: doing the 7/11 Beyoncé song challenge on tiktok “in secret” not realizing your man was standing there watching the whole time!

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You’re alone in your room, music blasting, focused on getting every move perfect as you record yourself doing the 7/11 dance challenge. The rhythm flows through you effortlessly, your body moving with precision and confidence. After finishing, you stop the recording, catching your breath as you play the video back. A grin spreads across your face as you watch yourself.

"Oh, I ate that up."

Satisfied, you post it without a second thought.

Then—

"Oh my god!"

You yelp, nearly dropping your phone when you turn and find him standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Did I scare you?" he chuckles.

"What are you doing just standing there?!" you demand, clutching your chest.

"I was coming to ask what you wanted me to cook for you," he says casually, tilting his head. "But I saw you looking at your phone smiling really hard and got curious."

Heat rushes to your face. "Oh... well—nothing. It’s nothing."

He raises a brow. "Mhm. Nothing, huh?"

You swallow nervously. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," he shrugs, stepping closer. "Just enough to see you smiling at yourself like you just changed the world."

You roll your eyes, trying to brush it off. "Anyway, I want [random food] for dinner."

He grins. "Alright then, let’s go, baby." He takes your hand, leading you to the kitchen.

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Two Hours Later

You’re curled up on the couch with him, eating and watching a movie while your phone charges. Eventually, you reach for it and notice an insane amount of notifications.

"What the hell?" you murmur, unlocking it. Your jaw drops as you see your TikTok video has blown up. Thousands of comments flood in—

"Look at how he’s looking at her." "OMG, he’s so in love with her." "I need a man to look at me like that." "This just made me feel so single." "She’s so hot, he’s lucky."

Your stomach drops as you quickly rewatch the video. That’s when you see it—

Through the mirror’s reflection, he had been standing in the doorway the entire time, completely mesmerized by you.

"Oh my god."

Then, just as your embarrassment peaks, you see his comment:

"Oh, she’s definitely getting it tonight 🤤"

Your phone nearly slips out of your hand.

Lewis

You gasp and slap his arm. “Lewis!”

He lets out a deep chuckle, eyes twinkling with amusement. “What?”

“Did you really have to comment that?!” you exclaim, face burning.

He smirks, leaning closer. “Why? It’s true.”

You shove his face away, groaning. “Oh my god, I’m going to delete it.”

“No, you’re not.” He swiftly takes your phone, holding it above his head while you struggle to grab it.

"Lewis, give it back!"

"Nope," he grins, "you should be thanking me for hyping you up."

You narrow your eyes. "You're insufferable."

He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. "And yet, you love me."

Damn it. He’s right.

Charles

Your face burns as you shove his shoulder. “Charles! Why would you comment that?!”

He bursts into laughter, completely unbothered. “What? It’s the truth, no?”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “The whole world didn’t need to know that!”

He tilts his head, smirking. “You’re acting like they don’t already know how much I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat.

Charles leans in, whispering, “Besides… now they know what to expect tonight.”

You smack his arm again, but he only grins wider, completely enjoying your flustered state.

Max

Your stomach drops. “Max, please tell me you did not just comment that.”

He shrugs, fighting a smirk. “I mean, it’s not a lie.”

You groan, covering your face. “I hate you.”

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around you. “No, you don’t.”

You glare up at him. “What if my parents see that?!”

Max snorts. “Your mom already likes my comment.”

Your eyes widen in horror. He laughs even harder, pulling you closer. “Face it, schat, you’re stuck with me.”

Oscar

You nearly drop your phone, whipping around to face him. “Oscar! Seriously?!”

He bites his lip, barely holding back a laugh. “What?”

You gesture wildly at the screen. “That comment! ‘She’s definitely getting it tonight’—are you insane?!”

He chuckles, playing innocent. “I’m just stating facts.”

You groan, throwing a pillow at him. He catches it with ease, grinning. “Don’t be mad, babe. It’s kinda cute seeing you all flustered.”

You glare. “You are never living this down.”

Oscar smirks. “That’s fine. As long as I get to prove my comment right.”

Your face burns as he winks at you.

Lando

Your jaw drops. “Lando, WHAT THE HELL?!”

He bursts out laughing, falling back on the couch. “Oh my god, your face right now!”

You smack his arm repeatedly. “That was NOT funny!”

He’s wheezing at this point. “Babe, you should see the comments. Everyone’s obsessed with how I look at you.”

You pout. “That’s not the point, Lando.”

He grins, wrapping an arm around you. “Fine, fine. I’ll make it up to you.”

You narrow your eyes. “How?”

He smirks. “Let’s just say… my comment won’t be a lie.”

You groan, pushing his face away while he laughs.

Carlos

You turn to Carlos, horrified. “Carlos! Did you seriously just post that?!”

He smirks, leaning back with a satisfied expression. “Sí. Why?”

You groan. “You’re so embarrassing!”

Carlos shrugs. “It’s true, though.” He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “And I don’t lie, cariño.”

Your breath hitches. “I hate you.”

He grins. “No, you don’t. Now, finish eating, so we have energy for later.”

You blush furiously while he chuckles, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Jenson

You clutch your chest. “Jenson, why would you comment that?!”

He smirks, sipping his drink. “Because it’s true, love.”

You glare. “Do you have any shame?”

“None whatsoever.”

You sigh dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m dating you.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “And yet, you are. Lucky me.”

Damn it. You can’t even stay mad.

Sebastian

Your heart races as you read his comment. “Seb, what is WRONG with you?!”

He grins innocently. “Nothing, why?”

You wave your phone. “‘She’s definitely getting it tonight’—DO YOU HAVE NO FILTER?!”

Seb shrugs. “Should I delete it?”

You nod frantically.

He smirks. “Too late. It’s already viral.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

Sebastian chuckles, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t worry, liebling. If anything, now everyone knows just how much I adore you.”

You sigh, defeated. “I hate you.”

He grins. “I love you too.”

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softaestluv · 1 day ago

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Guard Dogs

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Neighbor! Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, & Pt. 5 (final part!)

This chapter will contain smut! 18+ content!

Tags: Smut, Cunnilingus, oral, vaginal fingering, creampie

Summary: You were a proper good girl. Just like in his fantasies when he was a little boy. Ghost only looked to protect you from the evils of the world just like Riley. Your two personal guard dogs.

But maybe this is where he belonged, on the other side of the glass, staring at you from afar. Even if Riley wanted more.

Ghost used to believe he favored winter more than summer, despised sweltering days when sweat trickled from his mask. Gathered wet pools in his collarbone, dried sticky on his skin. At least during winter he could blame the cold in his home on the weather rather than the loneliness.

But now he isn’t entirely sure, not when he knows your warmth, makes the cold almost tenfold without you.

He decides it may just be when it brings you to his doorstep, rainstorm rumbling behind your standing figure. He lets you in despite running away from your home less than a week ago. Doesn’t let his pretty bird stand in the storm for long.

“My power went out, it’s dark and cold over there,” You explain, swiping your tongue over bitten dry lips, “Is it okay if I stay here until morning? I didn’t know where else to go.”

His girl was scared was she? Came to him for rescue.

Almost snickers at the irony, came to his home, the same walls he only felt alone and frigid in. Yet you stand at his doorstep, seeking refuge like he could provide you with the same warmth and comfort your home does, that you do.

So, he sets a kettle of tea for the both of you. Joining him quietly in the kitchen, leaning against the opposite side of the counter he is. He keeps his eyes on the stove, doesn’t exactly plan to fill the awkward tension with anything more than the boiling water. Small talk wasn’t his strong-suit, and he definitely didn’t want an explanation from you.

Why would he need one? The two of you were nothing but neighbors, friends if that.

However, the silence seems to bother you; he knows it does when you speak up, “How are you?”

“Been fine,” He huffs, handing a steaming cup of tea to you.

And because he doesn’t want to know how you and your new boyfriend have been he doesn’t ask.

“That’s good, I’m glad,” Give him a tight smile in return.

The room becomes silent again, the sound of both of you drinking tea fill the kitchen. Even after the both of you are done drinking, no words are said, gazes avoided as the light tapping of your fingernails against the glass replaces the slurping, loud even between the pitter of the rain outside.

“Don’t you get it?” You finally ask, laughing remorsefully under your breath, continue once he tilts his head at you, “It’s you.”

He still doesn’t understand what you mean, brows furrowing together under his mask.

You sigh, “There’s no one else, I don’t have a boyfriend. I was talking about you, Simon.”

“What are you talking ‘bout?”

“You’re who I have waiting for me at home. You’re who I want to spend time with. Who I want to come home to. Well I don’t mean it like you’re sitting waiting around for me, it’s just,” You begin to ramble, trying to explain your emotions while your face warms, turns the pretty pink he has grown to love.

The rest of your words don’t matter to him, his balaclava is forgotten on the floor, insignificant. A stupid barrier between him and his bird. Breaks the distance between the two of you in two quick strides. Has you hoisted on his kitchen counter in a second, lips stamped to yours. Your words swallowed down between his lips, dissolved into a muffled yelp.

It’s intense, cups his palms around your jaw so tightly you can’t even think about pulling away from him, but you kiss back with the same intensity. Makes his head spin at the sheer way you reciprocate, doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed like this before. Like your life depends on it. As if you intended to take the breathe from his lungs, trying to portray your emotions through your lips.

The past months poured out of his chest and into your pretty mouth, but your own desires fill his chest, leave him impossibly warm and full. The pain of just looking, watching for so long without being able to touch or taste had him digging shallow indents into your skin, didn’t want to let go. Though you don’t seem to mind his strong hold, only cling to him in turn, curling your arms around his neck. Trying to pull him closer as if your proximity wasn’t nearly enough.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He rasps against your lips, hot air blowing over your cheeks.

“Thought I was making it pretty clear,” You chuckle lightly, “Figured you didn’t want me like that.”

“Are you kidding me?” Simon says, “You don’t get it.”

Presses his lips against yours again, even if he has more he wants to say. Doesn’t exactly know how to balance pouring his heart out to you and sealing your mouths as one. So, he tries to do both, breathing hushed words between kisses.

“Thought it was too good to be true. You don’t get it,” He repeats, because, really, he thinks you don’t understand.

Don’t understand that he thinks you’re too good for him. That it doesn’t make any sense that someone like you would want someone like him. Broken and damaged when you were anything but.

Accepted what you were willing to give him without pressing for more, even if he wanted to fuse himself with every dimple and blemish on your body. He almost doesn’t believe it. It’s not what he deserves, some educated man should be in his spot. A man that isn’t tainted in filth and blood.

A better man.

And yet, you kiss him like he is the only who deserves you. Look up at him like he hung the fucking stars. He would— if he could, string them bright and twinkly above your pretty head.

Doesn’t think you truly understood how much his fingertips ached everytime he forced them to clench onto something other than your soft body. How hard he had to dig his teeth into his knuckles when he climbed into bed after he shared dinner with you. Stomach still full, pretty voice still ringing in his ears, cock heavy in his palms.

“You’re all I wanted,” He confesses, “Wanted to come home to you every day.”

Don’t understand that he never wanted anything more.

“And what if I did have a boyfriend?” You ask, “Would you just let me go that easily?”

Can’t help the way he holds you a little tighter. Something possessive burns in his throat now that he knows the taste of your lips.

“Don’t wanna think ‘bout that. Doesn’t matter anymore. I have you now, don’t I?” He grunts against your neck, breath warm on your skin, “Riley and I were yours, always. Tried to show you that.”

Your next words— if you can call them that, are nothing more than breathless quakes. Make his cock throb painfully in his pants; you’ve been nothing, but sensible, sophisticated, but now you sound so frail, impatient.

“Show me then, Simon.”

The way your gaze sharpens is cue enough for him, doesn’t need to be told twice. Won’t miss another opportunity or wait another second to make you his. He wasn’t exactly eloquent, couldn’t express what he wanted with his words. Opts to use his roughened hands the only way he knows how.

Takes your plump thighs into his hold because as much as he’d like to bend you over his kitchen counter, lap at your pussy like all the endless pies you’ve made him, he’d much rather prove he could satisfy you in his bedroom. Fuck you wet and sticky into his mattress.

It’s a mess of limbs, stumbling down the hall as you plea his lips not to leave yours for more than a second. He almost stops at his couch, bumping clumsy into it on his venture, but he decides splitting you in two over the arm would be for another day.

The kiss turns lewd as he carries you, smacking lips messily, saliva sloppily smeared against tongues and roofs of mouths, teeth knocking together. Though it doesn’t deter you, only slot your lips against his more earnestly. Barely manages to drop you onto his bed before you’re pawing at him to join you.

Yanks your clothes off like they personally offended him, feet and arms getting stuck in the tangles of clothes. His own follow soon at your sweet request, both of you stripped to your underwear.

It’s almost impossible to keep his hands on just one part of your body. Probably spends entirely too long palming your round breasts, pinching your pert nipples, kneads the doughy meat of your sides and hips. Large hands everywhere and nowhere at once, like he needed to touch every inch of your body, wasn’t enough until he did. Hypnotized by the way your supple flesh spills between his fingers, how you arch into his touch with breathy whines.

It’s overwhelming being able to touch you however he pleases after holding back for so long. Makes his touch that much more firm, calloused and scarred fingers scratching your smooth skin. Can’t fucking decide what he wants to do first because he wants to do all of it.

But when he descends between your body, peeling your underwear off so you lay bare for him, and his eyes land on your pussy, soaked and pretty for him, he loses all reason.

He spreads your thighs wide, must be hovering close, feel his hot breath on your wet cunt because you whimper a quiet ‘oh Simon, please.’

And because he can’t deny his girl of anything, especially when you ask so sweetly, his tongue swipes between your folds, dragging slowly to your clit. Something carnal washes over him as he repeats the motions like he’s pussy-drunk, intoxicated by the pretty noises you let slip past your lips.

Surprises himself when he groans deep and beastly against your sensitive flesh. Hadn’t even realized he had been making noises between each wet lap and harsh suck. Too inebriated by your arousal, melting on his tongue smoother than any plate you’ve placed in front of him.

Spreads your glistening cunt open between his thumbs, burying your face into the pillows from the way he openly examines you. Breaking you down and peeling you apart under his intense stare. He doesn’t mind too much, not when he drags a finger between your folds, dipping the full length into you. Causes you to snap your head forward, give him such a pretty moan when he plunges a second finger in. Spongy walls popping around his thick digits, slowly works you stretched and opened. Until he could comfortably burrow to the knuckle with each stroke.

Deliberately kept it slow, drawing out each glide so only his fingertips remained. Took his time breaking through your wet entrance, enjoyed the desperate little mewls you released above him too much to give you anything more. Strong and deft hands bring his pure girl ecstasy, gentle despite the way he’s used them to hurt others.

Wasn’t pleased until your thighs began to tremble either side of his head, hoists them on his shoulders to settle them. Smushed his face against the fat of your thigh, decorated the skin in his lips and teeth.

“More, more mmph— Simon, please.”

Can’t hide the smile that breaks across his lips, pressed teeth to your thigh from the way you whimpered his name. Sounded so pretty coming from your lips, begged so sweetly for him. He rewards you, wraps the cushion of his lips around your swollen clit and smothers his tongue over the bead in calculated strokes.

Your hips buck away from his stimulation, loud cry muffled against the sheets when he suctions the bead. A firm arm bands around your waist, holds you down to take it, wouldn’t let you escape his grasp that easy. Doesn’t stop until you finish on his tongue and around his fingers, hiccuping on your breaths as you stiffen. Your palm wrapped tightly around his wrist on your hip, dig indents into his flesh as he works you steady through it. Slick gathering in his palm and between his knuckles.

He rests between your thighs a little longer, not quite trying to overstimulate you, but rather staining your taste in his throat. Both of you basking in your orgasm.

When he crawls on top of you, you blink lazily at him, half-lidded and dilated. Swipe your thumb across his chin to wipe your collected slick off. He doesn’t let you move far, chases after your thumb and sucks it clean, makes you inhale a sharp breath through your teeth. Kisses the pad gently when he’s done, trails soft pecks down your palm and arm, over your shoulder to your chin. Stops when he reaches your lips, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Wanted to know how you tasted for so long,” He murmurs, lips brushing against yours with each word.

Your fingers find the nape of his neck, scratching at the short blonde hair, “Thought about you every night after dinner. Kept hoping you would just eat me instead.”

Simon’s eyes flutter, exhaling through his nose like a bull, “Was so hard to keep my hands to myself, you know that, sweetheart? Especially when you look like this.”

Emphasizes his words by squishing the plush of your hips, “Couldn’t stand thinking you were in some other blokes bed.”

Hooks his hand under your knee, pushing it higher slightly, adjusting his own hips between your legs. You’re soft and pliant, just how he imagined his girl would be, let him bend you how he sees fit.

“But you weren’t, were you?” He hums, “Just perfect and proper for me like always, huh?”

Nudges the bulb of his cockhead along your swollen folds, catching on your welcoming entrance.

You nod your head weakly, “Yes, Simon, only you.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as he pushes forward. Puffy walls splitting open for him, stretch for his girth, slick aiding in the glide. Feels you dig your fingers into his shoulders, hears your breaths stutter in your throat. Purrs gentle praises into your ear to ease the thick stretch.

His pretty bird was such a good girl, wasn’t she? You can take it, knows you can.

Bottoms out in your pussy, gives you a minute to adjust before you’re slurring pleas against his neck. ‘Oh, Simon, s-so big. Feel so good, oh fuc- please move? Please, Simon?’

So he does, can’t hold back when you sound like that. Give you anything you ask for.

Grinds his hips shallow and slow, makes a steady pace of it. Tangles your legs around his hips, locking them at his back, keeps the two of you pressed together. Broad chest smashed against your smaller one, impossible to move far from your aching cunt. His strokes are languid, gentle. Softer than he’s used to, but he doesn’t intend to fuck the sensation away with hurried and inept thrusts.

He wants to remember how every ridge in your pussy feels, memorize and store each shuddered breath and strained moan you give him. Needs you to feel cherished, the way your warmth has made him feel for months. Wants you to feel each inch of him, molding your walls into his shape until it’s all you ever knew.

You seem to agree, only squeeze your legs tighter around him as if to keep him tucked to your cervix. Though it’s not like he could even imagine pulling away from your searing flesh, plans to keep himself buried inside your pussy for as long as he can.

It’s intimate, almost too tender, but not nearly enough at the same time. As if the way you cling desperately to him, keep him pressed skin to skin doesn’t appease your ache. Like the way his entire shaft finds a home in your pretty cunt isn’t close enough. Decides to intertwine the both of your fingers together, pulls you from his neck so he can rest his forehead against yours.

But your eyes flutter shut, brows furrowing together with each determined stroke. Kiss swollen lips caressing his with each mewl, joins the obscene noises in the room. A mixture of squelches and whined ‘Simon!‘

“What’s t’matter baby?” He coos, wipes the sweat-slicked hair on your temples, “Tell me, huh?”

“Simon, nmmf—oh god. Right there, please right there. Please, don’t stop.” You beg.

He doesn’t.

Fucks you through it, balls sticky with your slick.

“Yeah?” He hums, “Right there, baby? Liked that?”

Your voice cracks over a high-pitched moan, can’t answer with a full sentence when his fat cock plunges deep, rakes against the spongy flesh that has your toes curling and back arching. Watches as you unravel on his length, walls clinging to him after each drag. Mouth slacked when three fingers find your clit. Swipe steady strokes in tandem with his thrusts.

You finished just like that, wrapped around his cock, walls clenching painfully tight, spamming and twitching with each pulse. White froth gathering at the base of his cock.

“That’s it, there we go,” He praises, “My pretty fucking girl.”

Doesn’t even care how he sounds or really, think about the words spilling from his lips.

“So good for me, yeah? She takes me so well,” He continues, talks you through your orgasm, words slurred, “Such a good girl. My sweet girl. Gonna make you all mine.”

You nod frantically babble for him to. Tell him you want nothing more than to be his. And he has every intention to, buries himself to your cervix and paints you as his.

It takes him a moment, bodies still conjoined between your legs even though he went soft long ago. Fingers still intertwined beside your pretty head, basking in your warmth and sweet kisses. Separating is difficult, but the moisture begins to dry tacky on your skin, sticky between your thighs. Becomes uncomfortable, so the two of you take a shower, wash each other clean.

Pride beats his ego when he has to keep an arm around you. Standing under the water, legs numb beneath you. And because you’re too sweet for him, you scratch his scalp while he holds you close. Mollifies under your touch, water drenched kisses shared between quiet giggles.

You return to the bed with him once again. Pulls your bare skin flush against his, tucks your head under his chin, arms banding your hips. Holds you tight through the night, possessive and protective. Doesn’t plan to ever let go. Not when his terribly cold bed melts warm in your presence. Sheets encased in your heat, stinging his fingertips and toes. It’s almost too hot, palms clammy against your pretty skin, but he doesn’t pull away.

Doesn’t care that sweat beads at his back when this is the closest his bed has felt like a bed and not a mattress with coiled springs and worn duvets. The most his house has felt like a home instead of four walls of brick and drywall.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, not when he wants to savor the moment for as long as he can, but your warmth lulls his eyes heavy and tired.

When the morning comes, he thinks it might be a sweet dream— a rare occurrence in his mind. But there you lay, fast asleep in his arms still. He can’t keep his hands to himself when he sees you. Meaty paws trace your figure, pushes the blanket low so he could get a pretty view of your smooth skin.

His touch rouses you, shifting in his arms to turn your backside to him. Mumble a groggy morning to him, muffled against his pillows.

You’re even more malleable than last night, lift your leg so sweetly for him when his hand descends between your thighs because he thinks he might be addicted to you. Whimper quietly into the sheets when he slides home, fucks you lazy and slow. Little more than sex, just wants to relish in your warmth.

Gets to experience one of the lazy Sundays he always watched you take from afar, except now he’s participating. Glass barrier nonexistent, not when you’re in his bed, whining his name against his lips.

Shatters it for him, makes his house a home.

The weekend ends too soon, isn’t ready to leave your cocoon quite yet, but you wake up beside him when Monday morning comes. Ask if him and Riley are going to join you on your run.

They do.

He was sure Riley wouldn’t want anything more.

Leaving each other for work proves difficult, almost stays so he could remain in your contented warmth. He doesn’t, bleeds the taste of your lips in his mouth instead.

And when he does return home, he returns to you and Riley. Greet him with a pretty smile just like you always do, place a plate of fresh food in front of him. Eat dinner together, like you two always used to, Riley snuggled on your couch, but now instead of walking across the street, he stays.

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courtofjade · 2 days ago

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Your Hand was the One I Reached For

Azriel x Acheron!reader, Lucien x reader(past)

Notes: part 2 to “Somewhere in the Haze”

I know some of you asked me to tag but I totally don’t know how to do that haha

Y/n woke with a start- the cold air keeping her from staying asleep for long. With a sigh she shifted to her side, facing towards where Lucien and Feyre lay not too far from her. From the looks of it Lucien was also having the same problem as her.

“Can’t sleep?” Lucien asked, just above a whisper. He repositioned himself to lean again the cave wall facing her. She shook her head doing the same.

They sat in an awkward silence- their eyes trying to find somewhere besides the other. Lucien looked down at his feet with a sigh. To think just mere months ago they sat together, body’s close, sharing each other’s breath. Now they could hardly look at each other. He looked up again, staring at her. She was even more beautiful as a fae- if that was even possible. His heart yearned for her, for him to go over and hold her close. Like he once did. Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up into his russet orbs. Ones she used to get lost in but now struggles to hold.

“Why didn’t you come back?” He blurted. She blinked, taken aback.

“Lucien…” She started.

“I didn’t know how you were. If you were hurt. You just left and y-you never came back. I told you I loved you- you told me you loved me and you never came back.” He choked out.

“I wrote to you to explain. I told you I was okay-“

“You couldn’t write, y/n!” He exclaimed. They glanced to Feyre who stirred at the volume of Lucien’s outburst. He breathed- looking back to her. “I get a note saying you were not returning after being told you couldn’t read or write. What was I to think? When you were holed up with those Illyrian brutes who could’ve been doing god knows what-“

“Don’t speak of them like that.” She pointed. “Don’t you dare speak of them that way. You need to look at who you work for and where your loyalties lie.” She shook her head, standing up and walking towards the entrance of the cave.

“Don’t walk away from this.” He whispered loudly as he got up to follow her. He approached her hastily, slowing down as he heard sniffles coming from her. She turned to face him, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to fall.

“You don’t understand.” She whispered lowly, casting her eyes downward. Lucien stepped towards her and placed his hands on her cheeks- moving her gaze back to his.

“Then make me understand, darling. That is all I ask.” His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly. Y/n reached up and gripped his hands in hers.

“My whole life- I have never felt like I belonged. Not outside of my home. Not within my family. Nesta and Elain stuck together, Feyre was out supporting us. It was always just me. Alone. When I came to the Night Court and I met the circle, they made me feel invited. They made me feel like I was meant to be there. They made me feel loved.” She swallowed deeply as to keep her tears from escaping. “And when he trapped her in the manor, when he let her fade into nothing, you turned a blind eye. And- and I couldn’t let that happen to me, too. Not again.”

Lucien sighed, a tear escaping his eye and cascading down his face. Seeing this made the dam holding back y/n’s tears break. She let out a choked sob as he leaned his forehead onto hers.

“Was my love not enough for you?” Lucien uttered, his words hitting her heart like a knife. She reached a hand up to his cheek.

“Your love was everything to me. But as much as I wanted you to be my home, I couldn’t come back to that place. And after what you did, after you followed him like a dog and worked with the King against us, after you let him put me in that-“ She let out a breath at the thought of that day. “I can’t look at you the same.”

Lucien nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath. He turned his head into her hand, kissing the palm that held his cheek. That would hold his cheek for the last time.

“If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve held you a little longer that day.” Y/n slid her arms around Lucien’s neck and pulled him close, resting her check on his chest. Though the cold wind whipped harshly against them, they stood in each other’s embrace, knowing that once they let go they would never return to each other again. At least not in the way they once did.

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Y/n, Feyre, and Lucien ran on the frozen lake as the Vanserra brothers followed their tail. Feyre fell to the ground as an arrow whizzed past Y/n and straight through her forearm. Seeing Feyre down, Lucien quickly made his way to his brothers to attempt to fend them off.

Y/n hurriedly knelt by Feyre and began to help her patch up as she looked frantically back at the brothers who were closing in on them. Eris stepped towards the sisters, smiling like a wolf to his prey. Eris taunted her and Feyre but y/n was focused on the healing wound on her sisters body. Healing meaning her powers were coming back.

Feyre shielded y/n, releasing a blinding light from within her. Eris swore, stumbling back as the sisters began to run again. Before they could get too far, Eris winnowed in front of them, backhanding Y/n and giving Feyre a blow to the gut. Before she could get up Y/n felt a heavy foot kick her to her back. Lucien’s brother straddled her, wrapping his hands around her neck. As she struggled against him, trying to pry his hands away from her, she reached deep into that place in her chest and tugged. She tugged as hard as she could- hoping he could feel her.

Just as her lungs began to burn and her vision began to dim,a thud echoed across the lake and the brother froze looking up ahead in fear. Not too soon later another thud impacted the ground, followed by the whiz of a knife flying over her and into the brothers shoulder. He fell off of her, which gave her the opportunity to turn and see what had occurred ahead of her. A sob broke from her and only a few feet away stood her friends. Her family. Cassian and Azriel. Azriel made eye contact with her and as he did she felt a tug in her chest.

Before the fighting could escalate again, Feyre the High Lady of the Night Court, stood her ground. The defeated Vanserra brothers halted as to not cause anymore turmoil between the courts- whether they keep it that way on the battlefield was to be determined.

“Let’s go home” Feyre stated to the group. Cassian grabbed her and Lucien, leaving Azriel and Y/n together.

“Hi.” He muttered as he scooped her up into his arms.

“Hi.” She smiled shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck as they shot into the sky.

“You’re okay.” She whispered, scanning his face. “I was so worried.”

“I know.” He chuckled. “I felt it.” She furrowed her brows.

“How did you-“ she stopped as she felt that familiar tug from her chest.

“That’s how.” He stated. “I felt everything through the bond. That’s how we knew where you were. The second I felt you- I moved as fast as I could.” She put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes.

“I missed you.” He gazed into her eyes. A loving smile grew on his face.

“I missed you too.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “My mate.”

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livelaughloveluffy · 3 days ago

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love languages - trafalgar water d. law

a/n: i definitely needed this fic, i've been a bit sad today so writing this cheered me up a bit, hopefully it can do the same for you all as well!! i started a higher dose of sertraline today, so hopefully i level out and feel better soon.

nothing but fluff here 💗

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how he shows love:

acts of service - law is a silent lover. words have never really been his strong suit and he often has a hard time physically conveying his emotions. his silence, however, is not synonymous to lack of effort. law shows up for you physically. he does hundreds of menial little tasks for you (when he found the time to get them done, you'll never know). whether it's pre-packing your lunch, having your meds ready next to water and breakfast when you wake up, drawing you a warm bath, taking care of your laundry and other chores. and he'll never mention it at all, you'll just happen to find these things all done on your own. he'll constantly brush of your thanks and appreciation with a mumble of "it's nothing.. i was already doing it anyways..." but one restless night, you catch him in the act of secretly folding your laundry, a rare sight you savored and committed to memory.

quality time - it doesn't matter if the two of you are together but focused on your own tasks, attention divided from each other, or if you're wrapped up in each other's arms. law truly doesn't mind either way, just knowing that you're close by is more than enough for him. and while the captain of the heart pirates may do his best to act otherwise, he definitely prefers having you a minimum of an arm's length away. of course, law does enjoy actively finding activities for the two of you to partake in together or places to visit and explore, in his opinion, it's all worthless without you to do it with.

how he feels loved:

words of affirmation - as much as it flusters the captain, your small whispers of praise and affection mean the world to him. while law may have a hard time returning the gesture, the way his entire body seems to relax at your words doesn't go unnoticed by you. until finally just the melodious sound of your voice instantly brings him comfort, something that unconsciously conditioned him to unwind. law is the type of man to take every comment to heart, as if he's collecting and saving them in his very being. so your sincere admiration and words of encouragement hold much more power than you'll ever know, fueling him to keep going.

physical touch - despite the limited conversations the two of you have shared about the topic of his rough childhood, it is abundantly clear that law never fully got over a lot of his abandonment issues. he only truly feels safe when your arms are wrapped around him, lips pressing gentle kisses against his forehead as you softly stroke his raven locks. every kiss and hand hold is treasure in his eyes, and if he could freeze time, he'd live in those moments forever. while the crew of the heart pirates may roll their eyes and poke fun at your sickly sweet nothings and other expressions of pda, they will never comment on your physical closeness to the captain. your hands often resting on his thigh whenever the two of you are sitting down, or on the smalls of his back as you two stand together, are acknowledged but never discussed among the crew. though shachi and penguin can often be found with their faces almost turning blue trying to hold back addressing the amount of times you'll walk into meetings, just to stand behind law's chair, resting your chin of the top of his head while you rub his shoulders.

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nanamimizz · 3 days ago

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𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐉𝚬𝐀𝐋𝚶𝐔𝐒𝐘

tags: fem reader / set in east blue arc / very self indulgent / jealousy / reader is said to blush but think of it in a cartoony way / fluff - let me know if i missed something.

synopsis: seeing how effected you are by the flirty cook's work makes something in the swordsmen snap.

You are a careful woman - everyone on the Going Merry would agree on that. You always had the same docile and patient smile on your face. None more than Zoro, always noticed it. Luffy rushes in, Nami and Usopp run away but you stand firmly on your feet and face your problems with enough considerate cunning that it makes you a little scary. At least, that is what Usopp thinks so after watching you take down some of Captain Kuroo’s parents at the battle of the beach on his home island. It’s chalked up to your military background, the way your back is always straight and the way you delicately roll back your sleeves to sit at the table of the Baratiate resturant.

While everyone else is laughing loudly and teasing Luffy you smile, chuckling softly at their antics with a fondness in your eyes as you eat your food. Zoro watches as he always does - even when he’s fooling around he takes in the way you move through the world and finds even how you raise your spoon to eat your food to be elegant. Like a butterfly fluttering high in the air from flower to flower.

It seems he isn’t the only one.

When the blond cook who has been attending the table - more like flirting with Nami had gotten chewed out by the head chef you had been so absorbed in your meal that you were only half paying attention to anything else until you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. It makes your head perk up and look at a glass of juice being poured in front of you as the same with Nami. Another glass filled with a variety of fruit, all neatly chopped is placed in front of the both of you.

“My apologies, I hope I can make it up to you both with this delightful fruit macedonia, my princesses.”

Zoro who had been watching the exchanged with a raised brow, feels it twitch at how the pet name makes you stiffen. Nami leans into it, smiling and speaking in a girlish voice to sweet talk the curly brow cook but you don’t. Instead, you are quiet and have your eyes pinned on the fruit filled jar and playing with the hem of your shirt. The kind, careful smile you always wear is gone, the line of your mouth now being bitten as you take sneaking glances at the cook who is currently being yelled at by Usopp.

Once Nami seals her deal to get out of paying - you tap his arm to get his attention.

“You said you are the sous-chef, Sanji, correct?” when he nods you smile, though wobbly and clearly more timid than the one Zoro’s seen. Than the ones you give him. “I just wanted to say thank you personally, the food really was delicious, I’ve never had anything like this before. Thank you.”

Your words are honest, and as always, incredibly kind. They were said in good faith, one of the many small kindnesses you give to people but with the way the cook erupts into a flustered mess - paired with steam coming up out of his head and hearts in his eyes it makes the swordsman who’s been growing more annoyed with this interaction think he took it as a love confession.

“I’d be happy to cook for you whenever you’d ask my princess ! I am at the complete disposal of a sweet flower such as you ! Whenever and whatever you want!” The blond cook exclaims, down on one knee and holding your hand in his delicately like some sort of prince - even daring to press a gentle kiss to the back of it. It makes everyone at the table roll their eyes at his antics but when their gaze goes to look at you they are frozen in shock at what they are seeing.

You are…blushing. A soft and bright pink - Usopp mutters that he never knew someone could turn that color, down to your ears and collarbones all the way to your chest that can be seen by the low cut of you top. The hand that isn’t held by Sanji comes to cover your face as you avert your eyes. In a shaky voice, stuttering and shy you speak behind your palm.

“Mister Sanji, p-please don’t be so forward with me…”

The tea cup that Zoro had in his hand shatters from his grip, and thankfully he had finished the tea in it before it broke. As Sanji turns to shout at the greenhaired man you miss the mischievous look Usopp and Nami share over the commotion. Annoyed at being yelled at Zoro calls out that he going to step out, stomping to the door as Sanji takes Luffy with him to finish working off the debt your captain had built up from destroying the building. Leaving you, still pink and covering your face with a grinning Usopp and Nami.

“So…that’s the type of guy you like, huh?” Nami breaks the silence with a cat like smile and Usopp, laughs at how you groan - seeing you break the polite and dignified air you always carry with you.

#lamb.writes #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro x you #sanji x you #one piece fluff

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mnightseoul · 1 day ago

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Midnight Innocence Lost ( Yeji x Male Reader )

tags: tw!dubcon bordering noncon, virginity, creampie

Yeji, with her radiant smile and angelic eyes, was the talk of the town, not only because of her beauty but also due to the impenetrable shield of innocence that surrounded her. Raised under the vigilant gaze of her father, Pastor John, she had grown into a young woman whose grace and poise were only matched by her unblemished reputation. Her family's deep-rooted religious beliefs had shaped her into a beacon of purity, making it nearly impossible for the local boys to get anywhere near her heart.

You, on the other hand, were the new guy in town, with a mysterious air that intrigued the townsfolk. You had moved to this small community for reasons known only to you, but what everyone did know was that you had a knack for making people feel comfortable in your presence. You had noticed Yeji from the very first Sunday service at her father's church, and something about her had captured your interest in a way no one else ever had.

The months had rolled by, and you had bided your time, carefully planting seeds of friendship with Yeji. You had become a regular at the church, helping out with the Sunday school, and even participating in the choir. The congregation had grown to appreciate your dedication and kindness, and slowly, so had Yeji. She had started to open up to you, sharing her thoughts and dreams, which you listened to with genuine interest. The wall of innocence that had once seemed so unyielding had begun to show cracks, allowing the warmth of your friendship to seep through.

But under all this facade, sweetness and innocence, you had been playing the long game, orchestrating every move with the precision of a chess master. Your ultimate goal was clear: to claim her first time. You had watched her blossom from afar, her beauty growing more captivating with each passing day, and you couldn't resist the temptation. The thrill of the challenge made your heart race, and the thought of being the one to introduce her to the complexities of love fueled your determination.

As the summer approached, you found an opportunity to invite Yeji to the town's annual picnic. It was a perfect setting, filled with laughter and light-hearted conversations that could easily lead to something more. The sun painted a warm glow on her skin, and her eyes sparkled as she talked about her love for poetry and nature. You took mental notes, storing away every little detail that could help you get closer to her.

That evening, as you walked her home, you felt the electricity in the air thicken with each step. The tension grew palpable as you reached the gates of her house. You knew that if you didn't make a move now, the moment would pass, so you took a deep breath and leaned in, gently brushing your lips against hers. Yeji's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity, as if she were discovering something new about herself.

In the weeks that followed, you found yourself lost in the thrill of the chase. Each touch, each shared smile, brought you closer to the prize you sought. You whispered sweet nothings into her ear and held her hand during stolen moments in the church garden, all the while plotting how to take her innocence and make it yours. Yeji, oblivious to your true intentions, had grown to trust you implicitly, seeing only the gentle soul you presented to her.

One summer day, you and your friends decided to head to the lake that was a favorite spot for everyone to cool off. The sun blazed down on your group, their laughter echoing across the still water as they took turns jumping from the wooden dock. Yeji, ever the pastor's daughter, remained dressed in her modest attire, sipping lemonade and watching the shenanigans from the safety of the shade. As your friends dove and splashed, you saw your chance to isolate her, to start a conversation that would lead you down the path you desired.

You approached her with a casual smile, a towel slung over your shoulder. "Hey, Yeji," you called out. "Would you like to join us in the water?"

She looked up, her eyes reflecting the joy of the day. "I'm okay here," she replied. "But thanks for asking."

You sat down next to her, the heat of the sun replaced by the cool grass beneath you. "You know, I've been thinking," you began, your voice low and conspiratorial. "There are a lot of things we've never talked about, things that people our age usually do."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "What do you mean?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

You leaned closer, your voice a seductive murmur. "Well, kissing, for one. And… sex. Have you ever done any of that?"

Yeji's eyes widened, and she took a moment to process your question. You could see the gears turning in her mind, the wheels of curiosity spinning as she contemplated your words. Her innocence was a double-edged sword; it made her vulnerable but also incredibly alluring. She looked around nervously, ensuring that no one else was within earshot, before whispering, "No, I haven't. My family's beliefs are important to me, and I want to save those experiences for someone special."

You took her hand reassuringly. "I totally get it," you said, your voice filled with a sincerity that was as much a lie as your intentions. "But don't you ever wonder what it's like? To be with someone, to feel those… things?"

Her gaze searched yours, seeking understanding and perhaps a little bit of rebellion. You knew that deep down, she yearned for the excitement that came with exploring the forbidden. You could see it in the way her pulse quickened, the way her breath grew shallower. "Sometimes," she admitted softly.

Encouraged by her response, you continued to probe. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Yeji. It's a natural part of growing up. And when you do decide to take that step, I want to be the one with you. I'll make sure it's special."

Her blush deepened, and she bit her bottom lip, a gesture that sent a thrill through you. "I'll think about it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The conversation lingered in the air between you, charged with a new energy. Your friends, sensing the shift in atmosphere, gave you both some space, their laughter and splashes fading into the background. You could feel your heart racing, knowing that you had finally cracked the surface of her innocence. You decided to press your advantage, leaning in slightly and whispering, "You know, I could show you right now, if you want. It doesn't have to be anything big. Just a little taste."

Her eyes searched yours, a mix of excitement and fear playing across her features. "Here?" she asked, glancing at the lake, where your friends were still enjoying themselves.

You nodded. "We could sneak away for a bit. No one would have to know."

With trembling fingers, Yeji took your hand and allowed you to lead her away from the group. The woods surrounding the lake provided the perfect cover, a private sanctuary where you could finally claim what you had been chasing for so long. You found a secluded spot, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above, casting patterns on the soft earth below.

You turned to face her, your eyes filled with a hunger that you hadn't allowed her to see before. "Are you sure about this?" you asked, though you knew the answer already. The way she looked at you, the way her hand trembled in yours, told you she was ready to take this leap of faith.

"I… I trust you," she replied, her voice barely more than a breath.

With a smug smile playing at the corners of your lips, you took another step closer to her, your body heat mingling with hers. "Good," you said, reaching out to trace a finger along her collarbone. "Because I want to show you how beautiful you really are."

Yeji's eyes searched yours, a hint of trepidation in them. But she nodded slowly, and with trembling hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes never leaving yours. Each button released brought a new wave of anticipation, and you felt a thrill rush through you as her soft skin was revealed to the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Her dress fell to the ground, exposing the simple white bra that contained the treasure you had so long desired. You took a deep breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Now the rest," you urged, your voice thick with desire. Yeji paused, her breathing shallow, before she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. As it fell away, your eyes feasted on the sight of her perfect breasts, her pink nipples erect from the excitement of the moment.

With each layer of clothing she removed, Yeji seemed to shed a piece of her innocence. Her hands moved to the button of her shorts which she wore under her dress, and she began to slide them down her long, pale legs. You watched, entranced, as she stepped out of them, leaving only her panties as a barrier between you and the ultimate prize. "Everything," you whispered, your voice a command that she couldn't ignore.

Yeji's eyes searched yours for a moment longer, and then she took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. She hesitated briefly before sliding them down, revealing herself completely to you. She stood before you, naked and exposed, her beauty a stark contrast to the innocent girl you had met all those months ago. You felt your heart pound in your chest, the moment of triumph so close you could almost taste it.

You stepped closer to her, your hands reaching out to trace the lines of her body. She trembled under your touch, a mix of excitement and nerves. You could see the goosebumps rise on her skin as you trailed your fingers over her hips, up her stomach, and finally cupped her breasts. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as you took one of her nipples between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. Her body was responding to you, and it was all the validation you needed to proceed.

Guiding her down to the soft grass, you laid her down gently, your eyes never leaving hers. You wanted to savor every moment, every sound she made as you claimed her innocence. You leaned over her, your mouth finding hers again in a deep, possessive kiss that left her breathless. Your hands continued to explore, moving down her body, over her stomach, and finally reaching the apex of her thighs. She was wet, and your fingertips brushed against her, eliciting a whimper from her lips.

Yeji's eyes searched yours, her voice shaking as she whispered, "I don't think I'm ready for… for everything. Can we just do something else?"

You could feel the frustration rising, but you knew you had to tread carefully. This was your chance to get her to the edge without pushing her over it, to leave her wanting more. "Okay," you said, your voice a soothing balm. "How about I just put the tip in? Just enough to show you what it feels like. I promise it won't go any further."

Her eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions playing across her face. You could see the war raging within her, the desire to experience the unknown clashing with her ingrained beliefs. "Just the tip?" she asked, her voice tentative.

You nodded, your expression earnest. "I promise," you said, your voice filled with the sincerity that had become your trademark. "It's all about feeling, Yeji. Just a little bit of me inside you, so you can understand what it's like. I won't go all the way, I swear."

Yeji's gaze searched yours, and you could see the war within her. She was torn between the teachings of her upbringing and the curiosity that had been blooming in her heart. After what felt like an eternity, she gave a small, shaky nod. "Okay," she murmured, her voice a barely audible whisper.

With a smug grin, you positioned yourself above her, your erection straining against the fabric of your shorts. You kissed her again, your tongue exploring the depths of her mouth as your hand made its way back down her body. You slid your fingers between her thighs, finding her wetness once more. You took a moment to enjoy the feeling, her warmth and slickness enveloping your hand, before you reached for the button on your shorts.

Yeji's eyes were wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly as you revealed yourself to her. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, the innocence still clinging to her features despite her nakedness. You positioned yourself at her entrance, the tip of your cock pressing gently against her. "Ready?" you whispered, your voice low and filled with a hunger that you hadn't allowed to surface until now.

Her nod was almost imperceptible, but it was enough for you. With a single, smooth motion, you pushed forward, the head of your cock slipping inside her. Yeji gasped, her eyes flying open wide, and you felt her tense beneath you. You held still, watching the emotions play out across her face, the pleasure and pain warring for dominance. "It's okay," you murmured, stroking her cheek with your thumb. "Just breathe."

For a moment, she did just that, her chest heaving as she tried to acclimate to the unfamiliar sensation. But then, her eyes squeezed shut and she whispered, "Stop."

Ignoring her protest, you felt a surge of frustration. This wasn't the reaction you had anticipated. You had been so close to finally achieving what you had been working towards for months. You pushed aside any semblance of care or patience and, with one swift, rough movement, you buried yourself completely inside her. Yeji's eyes shot open in shock, her mouth forming a silent scream as she arched her back, her nails digging into the grass beneath her.

Her pain was your pleasure, the sound of her gasping for air music to your ears. The tightness of her untouched pussy gripped you like a vice, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You ignored her pleas, her legs trying to close around you, and instead, you began to thrust, hard and fast. The feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, and you were consumed by it.

Yeji's face contorted with pain and confusion, her innocence shattering before your very eyes. She was no longer the untouchable angel you had been pursuing, but a girl in pain beneath you. Yet, you couldn't stop. The thrill of the moment was too intense, the feeling of her tightness too addictive. You pumped into her, each stroke deeper than the last, watching as the reality of what was happening dawned on her.

Her eyes filled with tears, she whispered, "Please, stop," but the sound was lost in the symphony of your grunts and the rustling of the grass beneath you. You paid her no mind, too lost in the rapture of your own desires to care about her protests. Her body was your playground, and you were going to explore every inch of it. You reached down, your hand cupping her cheek.

Her whimpers grew louder, her body tensing with each thrust. You knew she wasn't ready, but it was too late to turn back now. You had to have her, to feel her completely, to make her yours. So you continued, your hands moving from her face to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as you fucked her, her body reacting despite the pain. You could feel her pussy contracting around you, her hips bucking slightly as she began to get used to the feeling.

Her breath hitched as you leaned down, your mouth capturing one of her breasts. You sucked on her nipple, feeling it harden even more in your mouth as you bit down gently. Yeji's hands clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to find some semblance of pleasure amidst the pain. You could feel her body starting to respond, her muscles tightening around your cock as you fucked her.

Your own climax was building, the heat in your balls growing with each second. You knew you were close, and you wanted her to feel it too. You reached down, your hand slipping between your bodies to find her clit. You rubbed it with your thumb, feeling her tense even more, her body arching up to meet your hand. Her eyes were squeezed shut now, and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.

You continued to pump into her, your hand working her clit in rhythmic circles. You could feel her body start to shake, and you knew she was close. "Come for me, Yeji," you murmured into her ear, your voice thick with lust. "Let go."

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at you with a mix of anger and desperation. But then, her body seemed to give in, her pussy spasming around you as she cried out, her first orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. The sight of her coming undone was all you needed, and with a roar, you emptied yourself inside her, your cock pulsing as you claimed her innocence in the most primal of ways.

The aftermath was a mix of emotions. You felt a sense of victory, a thrill of having conquered the untouchable. But there was also something else, a twinge of guilt as you looked down at Yeji, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. You pulled out of her, your cock glistening with her virginity, and you watched as she curled into a ball, her body trembling.

You knew you had changed her forever, and a part of you reveled in that fact. But there was also a part of you that felt a strange sense of sadness. Her innocence was gone, and there was no going back. You had taken something from her that could never be returned, and as you tucked yourself back into your shorts, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

Yeji's sobs grew louder, and you realized you had to act fast. You grabbed her discarded clothes, gently placing them beside her. "Get dressed," you said, your voice gruff with satisfaction. "We can't let anyone find us like this."

Her movements were slow and mechanical as she put her clothes back on, her eyes avoiding yours. You watched her, feeling a strange mix of emotions. You had wanted this for so long, but now that it had happened, it felt… empty. You weren't sure what you had expected, but it wasn't this hollow feeling that was now gnawing at your gut.

Once she was dressed, you took her hand, pulling her to her feet. "Let's go back," you said, trying to ignore the tremor in her voice. "Everything's going to be okay."

But as you walked back to the lake, Yeji's silence spoke volumes. You could feel the weight of what you had done pressing down on you, and you weren't quite sure how to navigate the new landscape of your relationship. The easy camaraderie that had once existed between you had been shattered, replaced by a tension so thick it was almost tangible.

When you arrived at the picnic area, you were met with the cheerful sounds of your friends and the rest of the congregation, blissfully unaware of the monumental event that had just occurred. Yeji's eyes darted around the group, and you could see the fear in them. Fear of being found out, fear of the judgment that would surely come.

You squeezed her hand reassuringly, flashing her a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Everything's going to be fine," you said, trying to sound more convincing than you felt. "We're just going to act normal, okay?" Yeji nodded, her eyes still cast downward.

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