#peak passenger princess right there

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Is your regulus a good or bad driver help 😭 I’ve seen people saying he hits mailboxes and others who say he’s the best at driving

unless we’re talking like some kinda professional/illegal street racing AU that man cannot drive imo. not as bad as hitting mailboxes maybe but like…extremely rude and offensive driver. everybody else is at fault but him. he is switching lanes, cutting ppl off and then flipping them off when they honk at him. thinks he can get away with anything, makes up his own traffic rules. Bad spacial awareness. he Thinks he’s the most average good driver tho

[donatellawritings]

What about instead of rage giving the reader the silent treatment let’s switch the roles and instead the reader gives rage the silent treatmentt plsss

you were being a chatty little princess. you couldn’t help how excited and giddy you were today — the sun was shining bright, the sky a pretty baby blue, the air smelled fresh and sweet, everything just seemed to have been going picture perfect for you. so, when rafe brought you along with him to the country club to catch up with kelce and topper, you were all smiles, to the point where your cherub cheeks and glossy lips ached from being so stretched. you sat prettily on rafe’s lap, even more bubbly than usual thanks to the pomegranate martini you’d been sipping on.

rafe’s hand mindlessly tapped against the side of your thigh as he spoke to topper about this new boat that he’d been eyeing, causing your doe eyes to widen as your lips parted, “oh my god, topper it’s so pretty and i told rafe that he should-” you cut in, oblivious to this being your fourth time interrupting rafe while he spoke to the guys. it wasn’t until rafe had finally corrected you that you realized your silly mistake.

“hey, y’gonna let me finish talkin’ to top, or are y’gonna keep on interrupting me?” rafe scolded, his voice cold and stern as he lightly grabbed your jaw, his bright blue eyes hanging low as he sent you a chilling warning look. a soft exhale left your nose as your eyes glazed over with threatening tears, with an obedient nod. now returning his attention to topper, rafe cleared his throat before continuing, “so, yeah m’probably gonna have it by next week — just waiting on my guy to have it all dolled up for me,” rafe sighed, ignoring the slight pang in his chest as you fiddled with your fingers and kept your gaze trained on your feet.

he could tell that you were trying your very best, not to cry.

you remained silent for the remainder of the day, only allowing yourself to extend a forced courteous smile to topper and kelce, once rafe decided it was time to go home. he didn’t miss the way you simply nodded or shook your head whenever the server asked you a question, or how you quickly wiped your eyes before a stream of tears could flow door your cheeks. could rafe do without your constant interjections? yes, but he had to admit that the conversation just wasn’t as engaging without your light and airy commentary.

so, rafe decided that he’d play all of your favorite songs, once you were comfortably seated in your passenger seat with your seatbelt fastened, his pink lips running dry as you remained blank of any emotion. reaching over the center console, rafe laying his hand right above your knee, squeezing the plush skin of your thigh, to get you to look at him, “hey, mama — y’doing okay?” he questions, quickly glancing over to you as you wordlessly nodded, your dolly eyes fluttering closed as rafe sighed in defeat, before bringing his hand back to the steering wheel. he had to admit that watching you leaning your head against the window to fall asleep, instead of his shoulder, stung him a little.

what gnawed at rafe the most, was that you weren’t being quiet as a punishment, you genuinely believed that rafe wanted you to stop talking, to the point where even he couldn’t get you to say a word to him. it’d been about four hours and he missed hearing you, he missed the way his name fell off of your tongue, the way your accent peaked with certain words, how you’d console him in spanish, but mostly, he missed hearing you call him ‘papi’.

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, thanks to the two cocktails you’d drank earlier, leaving rafe overtly excited to take the chance to get you in his arms, the moment he parked his car, rushing to the passenger side as he scooped you into his arms, his forearm resting underneath the soft curve of your ass, while his free hand gently slid over your waist. a low whine left your swollen lips as you kept your head leaned against rafe’s shoulder, sighing sleepily as you allowed your boyfriend to carry you inside of tannyhill.

pressing a kiss to your cheek, rafe was quick to take a seat on the couch with you on his lap, he needed this silence to end, before he flipped the fuck out, “i don’t like that y’not talking to me, mama — m’about to lose my mind, not hearing my pretty girl,” rafe coos sweetly into your ear, pressing another kiss to your cheek as you sigh, leaning your head closer into his shoulder. “y’not in trouble, baby, i just wanted to finish talking to topper and i know you’re excited about the boat,” rafe squeezed your waist, beckoning for you to look at him — he needed to make sure that you knew that he still saw you as his sweet girl.

compliantly, you lifted your head, your sleepy doe eyes bright as met rafe’s unwavering gaze, a small huff leaving you as you parted your now barely-glossed lips, “i just didn’t want to annoy you, papi —” you began, rafe’s eyes softening as your sweet voice ran like warm honey in his ears. you innocently shifted yourself on his lap, your swollen lips just aching to be kissed by rafe’s, “i know i was just being too excited,” you sighed, ending your small ramble as rafe simply stared at you blankly, licking over his lips as he shamelessly ogled yours.

the second you cocked your head to the side in confusion, rafe’s mouth was on yours, enveloping you in a disgustingly sloppy, but needy kiss. a throaty moan left rafe’s throat as his hand slid up to the back of your neck, securely holding your face against his as he messily licked into your mouth, spit smearing across your chin as you struggled to catch your breath, “papi, wait — i can’t breathe,” you giggled, your words instantly swallowed by rafe’s mouth as his tongue mushed slush against yours, the two of you whimpering with greed as rafe leaned forward, with you still clinging onto his lap, his shiny, spit-covered lips trailing down to your prettily pushed-up breasts.

“missed hearing y’fuckin’ voice, mama,” rafe mumbled, his voice broken and hoarse as you smiled cheesily, beaming with the fact that rafe missed you.

[cal-flakes]

hiii could you do something with rafe and a beach day please? love ur fics sm ❤️❤️❤️

thank you lovely <3 i am living for these fluff concepts, KEEP EM COMIN xxxx

╰┈➤ beach day with soft!rafe hc��s

warnings: a tad nsfw if you squint, fluff overload

: ̗̀➛ rafe was like an excited puppy when y/n finally told him what she wanted to do for her birthday this year.

: ̗̀➛ she wanted to spend the full day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ why? he had no idea, but if that was all she wanted to do he was going to make sure it was the best day ever.

: ̗̀➛ he’d wake her up at first light, having planned out the whole day.

: ̗̀➛ “hey birthday girl, time to get up..”

: ̗̀➛ “baby, it’s three in the morning..”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah, we’re going to see the sunrise, come on..”

: ̗̀➛ and while she got up and got dressed, he’d pack the car.

: ̗̀➛ he’d make sure to bring everything they would need to spend the day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ a cooler for snacks and drinks, a disposable barbecue, fire wood, blankets, towels, changes of clothes, one of his hoodies because he knew she preferred his.

: ̗̀➛ and lastly, a birthday cake, made specially for her.

: ̗̀➛ when he told her he’d planned every second of the day, he really meant it.

: ̗̀➛ once he’d finished packing, he headed upstairs to collect her.

: ̗̀➛ “c’mon angel, let me carry you to the car”

: ̗̀➛ he carried his sleepy princess to his range rover, making sure she was comfortable and buckled in safely.

: ̗̀➛ the half hour drive to the beach went by quickly as she dozed off in the passenger side.

: ̗̀➛ rafe chose a small beach on the island, one where they wouldn’t be bothered too much.

: ̗̀➛ putting his car in park, he peppered kisses over her face as she stirred awake.

: ̗̀➛ “birthday celebrations start now pretty girl, c’mon”

: ̗̀➛ he chuckled as she stumbled out of the car in a sleepy daze.

: ̗̀➛ early mornings were quite chilly in kildare, so she’d opted for a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie over the top of her bikini.

: ̗̀➛ he held her hand graciously as she followed closely behind him, careful not to fall.

: ̗̀➛ she settled on top of a towel while rafe set everything up around them, leaving a few pieces in the car that they wouldn’t need until later.

: ̗̀➛ he’d even brought pillows, and while she adored his thoughtfulness, she dreaded having to get the sound out of them once they got home.

: ̗̀➛ finally situated, they cuddled on top of the towels and blankets, watching the stars as the waves crashed further down the beach.

: ̗̀➛ instead of watching the sunrise, he chose to watch her instead, his heart fluttering as the bright gleam reflected in her eyes.

: ̗̀➛ “what are you looking at?”

: ̗̀➛ “you”

: ̗̀➛ once the sun had claimed it’s spot in the sky, the heat began to settle over the outerbanks, resulting in y/n frantically removing her comfy clothes.

: ̗̀➛ “oh my god, too hot! too hot! m’gonna die”

: ̗̀➛ rafe eyed the pink bikini she’d chosen for the day, observing how it hugged and complimented her curves.

: ̗̀➛ “do you have a boner?”

: ̗̀➛ “angel, i always have a boner when im with you..”

: ̗̀➛ around eleven, the sun had reached its peak, provoking y/n to apply the sun cream rafe had brought.

: ̗̀➛ “here, let me do it princess”

: ̗̀➛ “rafe, im a big girl, i can do it myself”

: ̗̀➛ “shh, todays your special day, you’re not lifting a finger”

: ̗̀➛ y/n moaned slightly as rafe straddled her bum, massaging her back.

: ̗̀➛ “baby, if you don’t stop that im going to fuck you right here..”

: ̗̀➛ lots of beach sex.

: ̗̀➛ after a while of sunbathing and reading, the pair decided to go for a swim.

: ̗̀➛ y/n tied her hair back as she waded through the light waves, enjoying the warmth of the water.

: ̗̀➛ rafe dove in immediately, thrashing about like a child.

: ̗̀➛ y/n looked around, frantic, when rafe disappeared beneath the surface.

: ̗̀➛ shrieking as he suddenly pulled her under by her legs.

: ̗̀➛ “you’re an asshole, you know that right?”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah…but you love it”

: ̗̀➛ making out in the ocean was a must.

: ̗̀➛ “you know, there’s nobody here yet..” she whispered suggestively.

: ̗̀➛ rafe didn’t even need to respond, immediately pulling her bikini bottoms aside.

: ̗̀➛ they spent the whole day like that, in and out of the sea, sunbathing, reading, eating.

: ̗̀➛ by nightfall, they’d watch the sunset together, y/n inbetween rafe’s legs, resting against him.

: ̗̀➛ “i’ve had the best day, thank you rafe”

: ̗̀➛ “anything for you angel”

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ motel princess

Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader

Word Count - 3.4k

Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, needy shuri, pillow princess shuri, shuri is a brat, strap on, penetration, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, some fluff, minimal plot

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared

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Writers Note: I enjoyed writing sub!shuri a little too much. I literally love her and need her. There is no plot, this is for my doms and switches. Enjoy my luvs

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ “How much longer?” she sighs, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position in the passenger's seat.

“Soon baby, soon,” you assure her, grazing your palm on her thigh.

Shuri was like an impatient child, tossing and turning in her seat as you drove down the endless highways surrounded by a continuous change of landscape. You didn’t mind roadtrips, especially when you had the girl you loved the most right beside you. Shuri on the other hand, despite being in the passenger's seat and not in the driver's, had a hard time staying in one place for long periods of time.

Shuri groans, unable to fall asleep through the bumpy roads and you chuckle at her inability to hold still and be patient.

“We’re only an hour away from our motel, I promise we’ll be there soon.”

“We could pull over right now so you can give me some head in the back seat…that’ll put me right to sleep,” Shuri jokes but you know underneath her bold sarcasm was a girl desperate for your touch.

“Not now Shuri, we’re almost there.”

“Fine,” she whines in defeat, turning over so she’s facing the window. You glance over at her, admiring how beautiful she is, even in her bratty state. Of course you wanted to pull over and pleasure your girlfriend with the ways of your tongue. But you knew if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, making your road trip much longer than it needs to be. You reach over to grab her chin, gently forcing her to face you.

“You can wait until we get to the motel, ok? Be patient with me please.”

She looked at you intensely with her big brown eyes, and you just knew her mind was thinking about whether to answer you like a spoiled brat or to just be nice with you. She chose the latter.

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

“I love you baby,” you remind her.

“I love you too.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile like a love-sick fool. You were.

The next hour holds the two of you taking turns with the aux cord, counting horses and ‘punch-buggy, no returns!’. Shuri always punched harder than necessary and you would return the gesture but feel bad immediately as she rubbed her arm.

“Ow! I didn’t punch you that hard.”

“Oh, but you did. I’m just not a big baby about it,” you tease.

Finally, after numerous irritable groans from Shuri and counting cows, you two finally pulled up to the motel you intended to stay at for one night before proceeding with your roadtrip. It was fairly late into the evening and it was pouring outside, thunder crashing in the not too far distance. You both grabbed your things, checked in, and made your way to your cozy room. It was a small room, and unlike the rundown exterior, it was warm and welcoming; carrying everything necessary for a one-night sleep.

You both get ready for bed; brushing your teeth, taking quick showers, and changing into your pajamas. Shuri looked adorable in her purple satin pajama set, resting her back on the headboard of the bed with the bedside lamp on. You take your place beside her, yawning in your drowsy state. You were exhausted, and with every right to be. You were on the road for hours, having to put up with Shuri’s attitude while keeping her entertained. You rolled over, shutting the bedside lamp off as your body prepares itself to fall asleep. You rested your head on the pillow before you heard the ‘click’ of the lamp switch, and the room was lit again. You looked over to see an annoyed Shuri.

“What? What’s wrong?,” you ask.

“I’m not tired,” she replies, her voice laced with desperation.

“You were complaining for hours about how tired you were, baby. It’s been a long day, we’ll talk tomorrow, ok? Just go to sleep.” As you were about to reach for the lamp switch once more, Shuri slapped your hand away before you were able to get there. You were growing impatient, irritated with the way she denied you the sleep you seriously needed.

“What now, princess?,” you complain.

“You said you’d give me head,” she pouts. You roll your eyes, stuffing your face into the pillow beneath you as you groan with frustration into the fabric.

“Shuri…I’m exhausted,” you blatantly say.

“Please, y/n. Just your mouth, I only want your mouth and then I promise I’ll let you sleep,” she pleads. You turn around, leaning on your elbow as you position yourself to face her. You lock eyes with her as she tries to win you over with her begging gaze.

“Please?,” she said one last time.

You ponder for a brief moment, not wanting to give into Shuri’s plea as a way to show her she can’t get everything she wants, anytime she wants it. But you knew better. You knew she wouldn’t let you sleep until you satisfied her craving. You let out a sigh, defeated as your lust for her grew stronger than your exhaustion from a long day's drive.

“You’re so needy, you know that right?”

She shrugs her shoulders, proud at the power she has over you even when you swear at times she doesn’t. You take her chin into your fingers as you pull her in, her lips finally touching yours. She moans into your mouth and you grin at the sound of her.

“Just my mouth?”

“Just your mouth,” she assures.

“Bullshit. You know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She smiles. “I know.”

You fully gave into her, placing her on her back as you situate yourself on top of her. Your lips become one in sensual yearning as she begins to grind down on your knee and the action makes you wet. Shuri grinds down harder, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her garments and you can feel it smearing on your bare knee. Your cunt throbs at the contact, eager to replace your knee with your neglected tongue.

“Fuck, Shuri,” you groan. You remove your knee from her pussy, and she exhales in annoyance. “Just be patient with me love, I’ll get there.”

You undress her, disrespectfully removing her pajama set as you leave her in nothing but her boyshorts. You place your mouth on her neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that makes her weak. She responds to your touch, grasping onto you as she softly moans. You brush your fingers against her curls, placing one last kiss into the nape of her neck as you slowly begin to trail down her body. You make sure no crevice remains untouched, claiming her body as your own as she whimpers under your controlling lips. You loved it, the way you made her body squirm in desire as she impatiently waited for you to satiate her hunger. You lift yourself off of her for a brief moment, opening her legs wider as you become mesmerized with the way she oozes through her boyshorts. It was your favourite sight to see, a display of art and you were the artist.

“All this for me, baby?”

“Stop teasing, and just eat me already,” she begs through her tight chest.

“So fucking needy.”

“Fuck, y/n.”

You remove her boyshorts, leaving her bare and exposed; wearing nothing but a smile of anticipation. She loves the way you give into her, the way you comply with her methods to get you between her thighs. And you fall for it everytime.

“Y/n,” she moans, pushing her hips slightly forward as a signal. You know what she needs, but you decide to play with her as a punishment for that smart mouth of hers. You place yourself in between her thighs, placing kisses nearly everywhere but there. She grows impatient, and it’s so obvious through the way she moves her body in desperate motions. She’s throbbing, her cunt walls locking as your mouth inches closer and closer. You knew this. You knew all too well. She groans in both pleasure and frustration one last time as you finally submit to her desires. You spread her dark lips open with your fingers, taking her pounding clit into your mouth. Her back arches instantly at the sensation, and you force her to come back down.

“Relax, my girl.”

You dig yourself into her once again, licking and swiping as she grinds down on your face. Her moans are so filthy, you almost care if the people next door can hear you.

“Unh. Fu..fuck. Y/n, you’re doing so good. Keep going, don’t stop. UNH.”

“Yeah baby, you like that?,” you hum into her cunt.

“Yeah, yeah. Just like that.”

You look up at her as you continue to lap away like a dog, and the scene of her is so indecent and arousing you could cum from the sight alone. The way her mouth is open, forming the perfect “O” as her erect nipples peak off her breasts. She looks down at you, and you keep eye contact with her as you eat her out. The taste of her is euphoric, as you drown in the ocean between her rich thighs. You stick your tongue into her hole, creating playful swirls around her walls as she tightens around you.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that. Ohmygod, unh. UNH.”

She was dangerously close, and this only motivated you to take up a notch. You remove your tongue from inside her, placing it back on her swollen clit. You take two fingers and aggressively hammer them into her, assaulting her used walls as your tongue dances with her clit. Her eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure and the way her spongy walls clenches around your fingers is enough to send you into a state of pure control. You wanted to see the way she submitted to you, surrendered to your mouth and the way it salivated for her.

“Y/n.”

Her hip movements grow as she wraps her legs around your neck.

“Y/N.”

You moan into her pussy and the vibrations of your breath courses through her, forcing her to squirt on your face. You instantly remove your fingers, replacing them with your tongue as you feel and taste her warm juices pour onto your tastebuds and into the back of your throat. You want to swallow every ounce of her, make sure none of her goes to waste. She was delicious. If your body allowed your daily nutrients to come from her, you almost swear she’s all you would eat.

“Fuck, y/n. FUCK.”

She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared.

“Did you bring it?,” she asks through heated lungs. You grin, unable to hold your cheeky smile.

“What ever happened to ‘just my mouth’, hm?,” you tease. She bites her bottom lip, clearly needy for more of you and she knows you’ll give it to her. You begin to kiss her again, pausing before the kiss becomes too heated and you end up drowning between her thighs again. “Of course I brought it, baby.”

She cries softly when you break contact with her lips. You rummage through your belongings looking for the birthday gift Shuri gave you this year. You chuckle as you tighten the harness of your strap, remembering the look on Shuri’s face as you opened up your gift. She knew how much you truly loved to strap her down, so she made you a strap that would allow you to feel the inside of her as if the faux dick was yours. Your girlfriend was a genius.

“What’s so funny?,” she asks, legs spread open and ready to handle the size of you. You meet her back on the bed, placing yourself on top of her once again as you resume your heated session.

“Nothing,” you whisper into her, grinning at how much you crave her. You begin to tease the inside of her wet folds with the tip of your dick, getting off on the sight of how needy she becomes. You grip yourself, swiping up and down between her puffy lips as you wince at the feel of her. She was drenched and you were nothing but a mirror image of that.

“Fuck, y/n, stop playing. Stick it in me already.”

“God, you have no patience,” you groan. You come back up to face her, wrapping your hand around her throat and she smiles. She loves to be choked and you loved doing it. You squeeze harder, easing your way into her entrance. You begin to thrust, and it doesn’t take too long before your tempo becomes remorseless. Her soaking cunt makes your job easier as you restlessly thrust in and out of her. She clutches onto the wrist of the hand that’s wrapped around her throat, and you squeeze just a bit harder. Her moans become stifled as she gasps for air.

“Y/n, I can’t…”

“You can’t what? You can’t breathe?,” you taunt.

She nods her head, unable to reply back to you in words with your palm wrapped around her throat and your dick that’s shoved into her.

“I’ve had to listen to your incessant whining all day, you can shut up for a moment, right baby?”

She responds with nothing but her eyes subtly rolling back, as she takes your brutal movements. You squeeze slightly tighter.

“Right??”

She nods again, tears streaming down her face. You let go lightly, giving her just enough air to breathe through it. You kiss her tears that fall down her cheeks, a gesture of reassurance that your rough play is nothing but an act of love.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I…mhmm. Oh yeah, yeah just like that, baby. Keep going. Fuck.”

And that is exactly what you do. You keep going, feeling every inch of her throbbing walls paving way to her tender spot.

“Just like that?”

“Mhmm.”

You push into it, your own orgasm approaching as her pussy grapples around you. But you fight it, you always do. It was either Shuri came first or you two came together; any other option was absolutely unwelcome for you. You’ve learned to master the art of withholding your own orgasm, because watching Shuri squirm underneath you as she moaned your name in pure ecstasy was a sight better than any orgasm you could ever have.

“Fuck Shuri, you’re so beautiful. My pretty girl.”

Shuri wraps her legs around you, allowing you to dive into her deeply and wholly. Being so rooted into her feels divine, her pussy a goddess as you bow before her. Her fingers grasp onto your hair as you dig your face into the nape of her neck and you are both on the verge of cumming.

“Your pussy feels so good,” you groan. You nail into her with passion, soaking in every moan and throb seeping off of Shuri as she finally succumbs to your profane movements.

“Yes, y/n. YES, oh GOD.” Her walls close in around you, her pulsating core fucking your throbbing strap; an electric wave travelling up to your clit and down your pussy lips as you forcibly spill into her. Oh how you loved this obscene invention of hers.

“Fuck, Shuri. FUCK.”

But Shuri is in her own world, holding you tight as you thrust through her dilating pussy walls. You did not stop, sending you both to a place unworldly. The sound of your juices mixing together fades in with the heavy raindrops hitting the window pane, and Shuri’s moans blend in with the thunder as one accord. On most days, this is the time where you would slow your tempo, allowing Shuri a moment to gather herself as her body becomes shambles but tonight was different. You’re not sure if it’s the lust mixed in with your drowsiness or if it was simply the pure frustration of having to put up with your whiney girlfriend, but you truly do not stop fucking her. You remove yourself from her neck, resting your forehead on hers as you both moan in harmony. You used her throat as a sense of relief, accidently clenching harder than you intended to and you almost didn’t notice but her choking sobs made you loosen your grip.

“Shit baby, sorry.”

“No it’s ok, unh. It’s ok,” she moans. “I liked it.”

You brought your hand up, gripping the headboard as you thrusted harder and harder. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back as a result of being able to do nothing but take it.

“You take me so well, princess. You always do…fuck.”

“Unh, yes. Oh yes, fuck. Mmmm, yeah.” At this point, Shuri was speaking in tongues, her eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure and you came for the second time at the sound and sight of her.

“Shit, Shuri. FUCK. Oh my, FUCK.” The room around you becomes a haze, your eyesight blurring as you feel the way her tight pussy caresses your dick. Your palms are sweaty, your pussy throbbing as your beautiful girlfriend watches you unravel infront of her.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Keep cumming in me. Don’t stop. I wanna feel you.”

“Shit, Shuri. Unh.”

Finally, you begin to slow down your pace, collapsing into her grasp as she holds you tight, your strap still inside her. Both you and Shuri are panting, catching your breath as you slowly begin to pull out. You look down, seeing her swollen pussy as a result of your inability to go easy on her, and you almost feel bad. But you look up, a wide smile appearing on Shuri’s face as she begins to come back to reality. You place a kiss on her pussy lips, and she giggles at the touch. You come back up to face her, placing kisses all over her face and neck.

“How are you feeling, baby? Talk to me.”

“Yeah,” is all she manages to say through her post-orgasm state. You smile, caressing her cheek with your thumb.

“I’m gonna go run you a warm bath, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she shakily replies.

“I’ll be right back, my love. Don’t move.”

You get up quickly, running to the bathroom as you prepare to tend to your girlfriend. There wasn’t much the motel offered you, but you did what you could with the tools you had. You get the bathwater to the perfect temperature, as you scurry out to help her get to the bath. You knew she was sore, but she loved you for it anyway. She stepped into the bathtub, exhaling in relief as she submerged her body into the warm water. You sat beside the tub, placing a kiss on her cheek as she relaxed her body.

“I didn’t overdo it, did I?,” you genuinely ask.

“What? No y/n. You didn’t. You were amazing actually,” she promised.

“Ok good, I just thought I got carried away for a moment.”

“You’re fine, y/n. You did good. You always do.” She stares into you, biting her bottom lip as if she’s holding something back.

“And I bet everyone in this motel knows your name now,” she teases. You mumble something under your breath, embarrassed at the thought but you pull yourself together. She notices your face flush, and she pulls you in for a kiss.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, Shuri.”

The long awaited night finally comes to a close as you both come back to bed. Finally, you’re both able to get the sleep you both need, and this time, Shuri lets you. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

[99pluto]

'*•.¸♡ Passenger princess♡¸.•*'

Pairing: Jihoon/Woozi x reader

Tags: smut, OS, wrote this because i did a swipe game on tiktok, unedited, boyfriend!Jihoon

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: This ain't good, but Jihoon is a passenger princess tsundere, whom i am never forgiving for being a fake cutie patootie how the f is he so hot ???? Anyways stream Seventeenth Heaven, i'm obsessed with Monster.

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-"Come on Hoon, i see your friends more than you do, Soonyoung was so excited when I told him we were going.

Your boyfriend just grunts as an answer to your statement. He’s nested himself in the comfortable passenger seat of your BMW M8. The music of your playlist softly playing in the background while you drive in the city by night makes you forget your long day, you just love to drive and your boyfriend doesn’t, you’re basically the perfect match.

-I’m busy working, he mumbles.

-Yeah so am I babe, but I happen to find the time to like, live you know.

He grumbles something inaudible, and you peak at him, he’s wearing a big hoodie but his arms and chest make it look like a regular sized hoodie. He looks damn hot without even trying, he catches you glancing and shoots you one of those smiles, he knows. You swallow back the need to sit on his lap and kiss him passionately while having your hands in his hair, you can’t remember how long it has been since the two of you had plans outside, and indeed, Jihoon had been so busy with work and so did you, you feel like you haven’t had a date in ages.

Before he says anything, you glance back at him and state:

-You’re hot.

He still has that petty smile on his face, and you want to erase it one way or another.

-You’re cute.

His answer shoots some anger in your veins. Cute ? You were wearing the smallest black dress you had found in your closet, your ass was in direct contact with the seat, you looked smoking hot, your boobs and collarbones out, but he said “cute”. Yeah, that was Jihoon, a fucking tease.

You tighten your grip on the steering wheel and press on the gas pedal.

Jihoon holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, you approach the biggest table with fourteen seats. A few whistles greet you.

-Damn [Y/N], leave some for others.

You sit next to Mingyu who complimented you with the sweetest smile, Jihoon sits in front of you, next to Joshua.

-You’re bringing the most beautiful lady of the city to the restaurant and that’s how you show up Jihoon ? Asks Joshua.

Jihoon looks at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

-Yeah.

-You’re strong soldier.

-Y’all overdoing it guys, you chuckle.

And the twelve men start speaking all together, arguing in an angry noise that you’re wrong.

You did want to be pretty and hot for your man because you were going out, but you didn’t expect to be the center of the attention for so long and to the whole group.

Luckily the waiter interrupted all of it so you would all order drinks. You ask for sparkling water with a slice of lemon.

-You’re not having some champagne with us [Y/N] ? Asks Mingyu.

Jihoon’s soft voice raises.

-She’s driving.

Mingyu looks at you and you give him a small smile before pointing at your boyfriend.

-Passenger princess.

-As if you’d let me touch your BM-

-Never.

He scoffs, satisfied with your answer, knowing he was right.

There is some tension between you two, you can’t figure out what Jihoon is thinking since your brief conversation in the car.

Mingyu’s arm sits lazily on top of your chair while you sip your water and chat with Joshua and him.

-Hey what’s your perfume ? Is it a new one ? Asks the tall guy next to you, he’s close and towering you although he’s sitting, the height gap is still huge.

-Yeah I bought it last week, Zadig & Voltaire, I thought it was a refreshing smell.

-It is, it really suits you.

He gives you a genuine smile and you feel yourself blush a bit.

-You really are gorgeous tonight [Y/N], if I had known I would have dressed a bit better because you really make us look like fools, compliments Joshua with his chin on his hand.

-Stop it guys you’re going to make me blush, plus you’re talking nonsense, you could dress with a trash bag and still be the hottest guys alive. One day you guys will admit you’re a handsome only group of friends.

Joshua and Mingyu laugh and Mingyu answers.

-Yeah that’s why you fit right in.

You catch the way Jihoon finishes his glass of champagne without his eyes leaving you.

-What’s up with you guys, I’ve never seen you being such flirts.

-Come on, if it’s not us, Jihoon must be telling you all of those things.

You glance back at your boyfriend who looks up at Mingyu.

-By the way, any update on your part Mingyu ? I need to check with Seungcheol too but I’m missing your lyrics for the hip hop unit.

-Ah yeah, I’m nearly done, I’ll send them to you tomorrow, we can soon start recording, I just need to check a few things with Wonwoo.

Jihoon nods and crosses his huge ass arms, you can’t help but stare. He rolled his sleeves and your eyes are glued to his big muscled arms. Your mind goes blank and your thigh press together at the thought of his delicate hands around your throat while he-

You grab Mingyu’s glass and drink half of it at once.

-I need to go to the bathroom.

You stand up quickly without letting anyone time to answer.

You sigh while washing your hands, you were so excited about being with all the boys and your boyfriend tonight but something about the vibe was off for you. Was it Jihoon’s answer to you in the car ? The way he was painfully silent after that ? Were you just being horny and overthinking all of that ? Who knows.

You made your way back to the table and Soonyoung had stolen your seat to talk with Jihoon, he was his usual self, all hype and happy to see his favourite friend. Since your seat was taken, you joined the other part of the group, seating with Seokmin, Junhui and Seungcheol.

Minghao popped his head and just blankly stated the brand of your dress, you nod to him and he give you a wink with a smile.

-My girl got the greatest taste in fashion.

You smile and wink back at him raising Soonyoung’s empty glass to him.

You chat a bit with Junhui and you join Seungcheol’s laughter when Seokmin tells you about some weird encounter on his way to the restaurant. The waiter then comes back for you to order your food and a few minutes later you join your original seat to eat.

Hansol, Joshua, Jihoon and Mingyu are talking about work as you lazily look at your boyfriend being the most talkative he’s been ever since you left the car. Chewing on your pastas you watch Jihoon lean over the table mid-sentence, wipe the pesto off the corner of your lips with his thumb before licking it and continuing what he was saying.

You’re used to this kind of behaviour, sometimes he seems cold but actually he’s caring. He gives you a small wink when Hansol answers him and he smiles at your confused look.

The rest of the dinner goes well, Joshua and Mingyu seem in a hell of a flirty mood and you laugh a lot due to alcohol being heavily involved for them. You’re surprised Jihoon hasn’t said anything about his friends’ behaviour at this point, although they’re his closest friends they’re being heavy on the open flirting literally in front of your boyfriend. After an hour you stopped being caught off guard and you just play along and laugh about it.

-No cuz Jihoon’s so obsessed with masterpieces he had his girl to be one like, is this a kink ? Mingyu asks Joshua.

-I mean man got taste, thanks god he’s working with us.

Joshua uses a serious tone which makes you chuckle.

-Cheers to that.

And that’s how Joshua and Mingyu finish another glass while you’re now laughing, they��re cute and you’re finally having a great time.

-Guys, it was great seeing you again, thanks for tonight, but it’s getting pretty late and [Y/N] is working tomorrow, I’ll see you on Thursday at the studio and tomorrow at the meeting.

Jihoon spoke while slowly getting up. You furrow your brows as you look at him and sigh while the boys complain that it’s too early and they’ve only had seven bottles.

-[Y/N] come on say something you can’t be already leaving !

You shrug and answer Soonyoung.

-Passenger princess here isn’t wrong though.

More complains rise from the table but you’re already gathering your things, you had a good night but you’re still a bit upset with your boyfriend being weird. Mingyu squeezes your forearm and tells you to message the groupchat once safe at home. You smile at him and gives him a peck on the cheek, he returns your smile and you wave goodbye at everyone while two other bottles of alcohol arrive at the table.

Jihoon stops in front of the door and turns to you, he grabs the belt of your coat and closes it, securing your body in the garment. He looks up to meet your eyes and speaks softly.

-It’s gotten real cold, come on.

And he opens the door for you.

You blankly stare at the road, not really knowing what’s going on with Jihoon, so after five minute into a silent drive you give him a quick glance.

-What is it?

His elbow against the passenger’s door and his chin resting on his fist he turns his gaze to you.

-What ?

-What’s with you tonight ? Did you really don’t want to meet them ?

You pause.

-At some point I thought you were enjoying yourself, why are you being weird ?

He just stares at you, you can feel his gaze from the corner of your eye.  After a few seconds you turn your head to see his face.

-What ?

You’re completely lost.

-You’re asking me what is going on ?

He seems serious, you nod.

-Yeah…

He sighs.

-[Y/N] you dragged me out of home looking like the tastiest snack ever without even giving me the chance to taste that snack and I had to try and not fuck you in your car in front of that restaurant.

Your foot unconsciously lifts from the gas pedal as you hear him speak.

-You should have.

You finally say when stopping at a traffic light, then turn your face to look at him.

-Fuck I can’t with you anymore.

He gently pulls your face closer and gives you the slowest yet sloppiest kiss ever. You feel that familiar heat between your thighs and notice the light is green once he breaks the kiss.

You giggle and bite your lips. He was upset because he was horny all this time ? The same glint in his eyes, he stares at you and hums in frustration while grabbing your thigh and squeezing it. This enables you to press a bit more on the gas pedal.

Once your car parked and the garage closed, Jihoon storms out of the car and joins you, desperately throwing himself at you and your lips, you moan in his embrace and feel his hard cock through his jeans against your hips.

-How the fuck did you think that dress was a good idea.

It’s not even a question, he’s out of breath and speaking fast not to break contact with your lips and tongue for too long. Your hands grasping his hair you lean your back against the car behind you and lift your right leg against his hip.

-I was hoping you’d like it, you whisper while he’s busy making out with your neck.

He grabs you by the hand and makes you sit on the black hood of your BMW.

-You’re a witch.

You grab his hair as he leans on his forearms, lifting your dress over your hips, he kisses your cunt through your humid underwear.

-Spell it with your tongue.

He swiftly pushes your panties to the side and does as you requested. His warm tongue feels so good against you and a small moan escapes your throat.

-Enough.

You try and push him away, you want to play with him too. He groans and lifts himself up to meet your face and kiss you again, you can taste yourself on his lips.

Hopping down from the hood, you push him against it and undo his belt, his dick making his boxers ridiculously small. You kneel and look up at him, enjoying the way he is so expecting but patiently waiting for you to do things at your pace.

-[Y/N] you’ll be the death of me.

You finally free his shaft and give a small lick on the head, making he hiss.

-Don’t ever give me the tsundere treatment again Lee Jihoon.

And you take him in your mouth. You start bobbing your head and he places his hand on your head, another moan escapes you, making your throat vibrate around his cock. A gasp escapes him, you look up at his face, his mouth open his taking in the view of the hottest woman ever having his dick in her mouth.

-Fucking hell who sent you on Earth, you’re so perfect.

You can feel your wetness spread to your thighs, that’s when he pulls your hair to stop you.

-Stop, get up.

You get up and he lifts you again on the hood of the car, you immediately take off your panties, which makes him smile.

-Good girl.

He leans on his left hand and steals a kiss before grabbing your hips with his right one to have them closer to his. Your legs spread around him, he aligns himself and takes in the view of your pussy begging to be filled.

-Mine.

He says as he slams into you, making you scream in surprise.

-Fucking mine.

He starts mercilessly pounding into you, the rougher he gets the more you call his name, as if to bring you back down to Earth because he’s sending you to heaven with each thrust he makes.

You’re whimpering and trying not to collapse, your arms are weak and trying to support you through being angrily fucked by your boyfriend.

-[Y/N] I’m close.

After a few seconds and slower but harder ins and outs, he lets out a loud groan calling your name as you feel his cum flooding your insides.

You’re both out of breath, still deep inside you he kisses you passionately and you chuckle.

-Feeling better ?

You ask with a tender smile.

He grabs you by the ass and carries you out of the garage.

-No, I need to fuck the idea to wear that dress again out of you.

-Why is that ?

You giggle, his palms on your cheeks and you arms locked behind his neck.

-I won’t survive another night with Mingyu and Joshua verbally making out with you, he groans.

You kick the air with your feet amused by his jealousy.

-And get your car washed tomorrow, your ass is printed on your baby’s hood."

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 53)

(Sneak Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: A snippet of the future- a flash forward- in which you and jimin reach an...agreement. 

Tags: pleasure dom Jimin, pillow princess m/c, oral (f. receiving), fingering, knotting, talks of gender and sex, Talks of killing people, talking ill of the dead, assassin! jimin, implied autistic! jimin, Flash Forwards, intentionally vague moments

W/c: 7.770

A/n: please be patient with me regarding the rut chapter ie the chapter after this one! i’m visiting my brother next week in LA so!!! things will take some time. hopefully this little jimin nugget will tide you over. although this isn’t the most unique sex chapter i do really like it. in the meantime! recommend me some stuff to do in la! i’m hoping it’s going to be a restful trip but ngl...it’s not looking great.... i don’t like planning things that other people are going to potentially not enjoy 😠 i’m meant to be a passenger princess threw and threw 

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 53: I’d do Worse (Sneak Peak)

Jimin promptly takes one of the tubes of paint, a light blue- the same light blue that you ended up painting the upstairs bathroom, and squishes it out onto the canvas below you. Near your hand but not on it.

The breath you were holding rushes out in a single jagged laugh, “Okay, now I’m lost- I thought the whole point of the plastic and drop cloths was not to get paint on them.”

The look he shoots you asks you to suspend your disbelief. Especially once he starts doing that to all the other colors. He continues to drop careful splotches of paint around you. Enough that it would take a lot of concentration to get out of the room without tracking dark blue or pink or yellow or red halfway across the house.

You wonder what exactly Jimin plans to do to you. Paint included. He puts out a spurt of yellow paint on your side and then another. 

Surely sooner rather than later, noodle is going to wander in here in search of a pool of sunlight, track his paws or tail through the paint, and leave pawprints everywhere throughout the house. Yoongi will probably complain about them, but you might make him keep them instead of washing them away. 

When he’s finished, Jimin turns a yellow tube over in his hands. Back and forth, the cap flashing like a rising and setting small yellow sun. jimin’s voice is low when he speaks, near reverent. “You’re the first woman I was ever with- that I ever knew I was with.” 

It’s an admission and an admonishment, one that you and the rest of your pack have been tiptoeing around. Even though Tae’s a woman now- she hadn’t always been- at least not in a way the pack could compensate for. While new lines in the sand are drawn that doesn’t mean the old lines totally fade away. It will take a few more cycles of low and high tide to completely grow used to this.

Jimin fiddles with a small red tube of paint. “I’m a rigid person, I know I am. i don’t like change most of the time and I know, I know things shouldn’t be so planned, I know that’s not the way things usually go but-” You nuzzle close to Jimin, and his words extinguish into a sigh, his hands coming up to your sides, the same place he always likes to hold, between your shoulder blade and your ribcage.

“But you need them to be this way sometimes. Planned? so you can make sure everything’s done right” You press. 

He bristles, “If you’re expecting me not to say that I want everything to be perfect when I can make it that way then-”

“You’re such a control freak Minnie.” you say it with a smile, playing your fingers through some of the milky pink white, feeling the tackiness between your fingers.

“You don’t hate it?”

You shrug. “Jin’s that way too sometimes. So no, I guess I don’t hate it. Maybe it’s just because I like- really fucking hate making decisions.”

He grimaces, but Jimin’s eyes dart from your face down to your crossed legs. settling on something. “Do you care if those clothes get dirty?”

“A little- I like these shorts.”

“then you should take them off.” your heart thuds as jimin leans over you, tugging on the strap of your Tanktop with his teeth, lips pressed to the bare skin of your shoulder, dragging them down. He plays at being sexy but decides not to be, settling for leaning his cheek on your shoulder and watching you. 

“I had kind of this stupid idea, if you don’t want to do it just say so. This is every shade of pink that we ever painted the house. Tae’s favorite color is pink- and the canvas- i thought it might be nice to have like- some art in her library room- that’s what I meant about making it planned.”

“Are you saying you want to make sex art or something?” Jimin blushes yet again. You should be keeping track of how many times he has and use them for leverage. 

“You know gift giving is like, my second love language if that bullshit is to be believed and-”

“-Oh my god you actually do want to make sex art.”

Coming Saturday May 6th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

[thelonelyshore-if]

Do you have recs for similar horror/spooky vibes as your IF? I just played Scarlett Hollow after reading of one of your posts, and obviously your IF is incredible, so I'm hungry for anything else you'd recommend. Books, movies, short stories, anything.

Ooooh I'm very excited and intimidated by this ask haha. Every time I'm asked for things I like I forget every piece of media I've ever consumed.

First off, thank you for the compliment; you're super sweet. And I hope you enjoyed Scarlet Hollow! It's one of my favorite games of all time <3

I'm gonna throw my recs under a cut because. Well. It Got Long.

For these recommendations, I'm going with a mix of similar vibes (small town/atmospheric/mystery) and also just stories that are really influential to me!!

Video Games: Oxenfree (amazing atmosphere, really fun mystery, strong character relationships), Control (stunning visuals, really cool creatures/lore, the way it plays with reality is just......), Slay the Princess (very much so a different type of horror, but by the same studio that made Scarlet Hollow and has incredible vibes). Honorable mentions to Silent Hill & Alan Wake; both are series I haven't personally played that I know have very similar vibes to my game!!

Other IFs: The Fog Knows Your Name (can't recommend this one enough, amazing vibes and a great mystery, genuinely one of my favorite IFs), The Passenger (eldritch horror, fun to play someone that isn't entirely human), and as for WIPs, Such Happy Campers (I'm so hooked on the mystery and the characters, plus great atmosphere).

TV Shows: Midnight Mass (small town horror, incredible plot and visuals, a HUGE inspiration for TLS) and also Haunting of Hill House (genuinely breathtaking, an amazing cast, a great mystery & sense of creeping dread), Over the Garden Wall (the atmosphere and emotional core of the story are incredible), The Twilight Zone (instrumental for my development as a horror fan, especially surrealist horror), Gravity Falls (more light-hearted than everything else, but still small town horror). Honorable mention for Twin Peaks, which I haven't seen (yet) but also to my knowledge has very similar vibes!

Movies: The Thing (isolated horror, incredible atmosphere, fantastic body horror), Coraline (unreality, things being not quite right), and It Follows (not actually my favorite movie lol, but I love the sense of being out of time it conjures). Most of my favorite horror movies aren't actually all that similar to my own project, but the first two Scream movies, Alien, and Nope are some of my favorites <3

Books: I've forgotten every single book I've ever read, but I'm a life-long Stephen King fan. The Mist, Under the Dome, and Salem's Lot all inspired Lonely Shore one way or another. Also a big fan of Misery, Needful Things, 11/22/63, and The Stand. My all-time favorite short story is The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, which also includes a town where something is very wrong.

Other: Originally TLS was a Monster of the Week campaign I ran; which is one of my favorite ttrpgs. So if you're into tabletop and/or horror, I highly recommend checking it out!!

[harlowsbby]

Can I request for you to do a urban birthday celebration fic and his girlfriends POV?

Birthday Boy

“Happy Birthday Urban.” You whispered in his ear, he groaned and opened his eyes slowly and smiled sleepily seeing you above him. He smiled softly and lifted his head up a bit, placing a kiss to your lips.

“Good morning baby and thank you baby.” He smiled and went back to closing his eyes making you roll your eyes. “Urban, wake up! You aren’t sleeping in on your birthday we have things to do and people to see.”

Urban groaned and opened his eyes again and looked at you which honestly made you shiver it was something about his piercing gaze that always made you shiver and tremble but in a good way. “Baby.” His voice was rough and hard making you squeeze his legs. “Let me sleep in baby it’s my birthday and I wanna do me.”

You huffed and sat up on his lap Urban opened up his left eye and peaked at you, the pout on your lip and the puppy dog eyes was enough to make him get up. “Alright fine let’s get up and get ready baby.”

“Finally, I got us matching sweatsuits for us to wear today you know it’s mandatory that we dress the same.”

He laughed softly and looked at you in adoration and admiration you were so cute and soft. You bought the both of you two match black sweatsuits that said Wyatt on the back of them, it was also the sweatsuit everyone else was going to be wearing later on tonight, at the birthday party.

“I love them baby, thank you.” “You’re welcome Urban.”

“So what are we doing today?” The two of you were now in the car, you being the passenger princess as always. “Well I made us a lunch reservation at 12 with Sunni and Clay and then a dinner reservation but until that happens we can check out the museum?”

He smiled and nodded, “The museum it is baby.”

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Once the two of you arrived at the museum Urban immediately took out his camera and snapped pictures of anything and everything.

He got a few off guard pictures of you as you watched the fish swimming or when you were admiring all the little children at the museum for a field trip.

He smiled softly watching you show a few of the children how to blow bubbles, there was something about you that made you stand out from every other girl in Kentucky, you weren’t into all the drinking or smoking or partying every Friday and Saturday night. You were more of the staying in and watching movies all day and spending hours at the library and helping out those less fortunate.

You were the girl of Urban’s dream he couldn’t help but to wonder what you’d look like pregnant. Your belly swollen with his child inside made him want to be a father even more.

“Urban!” He was snapped out of his little daze by the sound of your voice. “Yes baby?” “We have to go meet everyone for dinner.”

“Dinner? What happened with lunch baby.” “Well I guess we got so caught up with time that we missed it.” You lied and swung back and forth.

He glared playfully but played along, “Oh is that right baby girl?” You gigged and nodded. “Yes that’s right now let’s go they won’t hold our reservation forever.”

Urban had a feeling you were up to something but he let it go he was excited and thrilled to see what you had planned or was up to.

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The entire car ride to the dinner you were texting Jack nonstop, you noticed Urban glancing or looking at you from the side a few times but he knew you’d never cheat on him so he didn’t think much of it.

You were texting Jack and making sure everyone was there and ready and that everything looked good, you had planned out a Mario themed birthday party for Urban.

“Park right here Urban.” He parked the car and got up and jogged over to your side and opened the door for him. “Thank you baby.” “You’re welcome babe.”

���So where are we going?” “Just put this blindfold on and take my hand.” You placed the blindfold on his hand and led him inside the bar. “Are you planning on killing me? At least let me get a kiss before you do.” You smacked your lips. “Urban, I’m not killing you just shush.”

“So why am I blindfolded?” He argued back. “Because of this.” You took of his blindfold and that’s when everyone jumped out from their hiding spots and screamed “Happy Birthday Urban.”

“What? What’s all this.” He grinned and hugged all of his friends and family that showed up. “It’s your birthday and I had to make it special for you.” He pouted and took your arm pulling you into him. “Thank you baby I appreciate this so much.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours, he licked your bottom lip and you gladly opened your mouth up a bit letting his tongue battle yours.

“Alright now we didn’t come here to see the two of you fuck we came here to have a good time.” Sunni said making everyone laugh. You rolled your eyes but let up from Urban. “I’m going to go hangout with the guys I’ll be baby.” You nodded and watch him leave.

“Y/N, you want to come sit with us? We need to catch you up on some gossip.” Neelam and Taylor said and you happily made your way over towards them.

While Neelam was ranting on and on about Jack your focus went to Urban who was attempting to catch popcorn in his mouth while his hands were tied behind his back.

You smiled and shook your head at him he was honestly something else at times but you loved how much of a kid he was at heart.

Urban was your everything he was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Urban looked up once he felt as if somebody was watching him that’s when he looked to his right when he noticed it was you.

“You good?” He mouthed the worry shown in his facial expressions. “I’m okay.” You mouthed back. He sent you a wink and blew you a kiss which you returned.

“Man you’re such a simp.” Jack came from behind him making Urban flip him off. You giggled and shrugged your shoulders at Urban who was pouting at you. He was a simp but he was your simp and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[columbiastapshoes]

Your headcanons give me lifeee

Perhaps can you spare a few more about the other sillies in the castle?

but of course!! sorry for the delay i’ve been so ill about twin peaks that i had to like sort through the doomed yaoi in my brain to find rhps stuff <3

- they all wake up at completely different times. it’s rare that they’re all up at the same time…. unless it’s 3 am. everyone’s up then. for one reason or another

- frank passenger princess confirmed 🫶 riff is always the one driving and frank’s like doing his eyeliner in the front seat and then gets so pissed when they hit a bump in the road and he messes up

- board game nights that result in a loss of friendship (temporarily). i’m thinking of some dialogue i heard from my friends while playing uno as columbia and magenta: “wow your eyes are so pretty!” “i thought we weren’t on speaking terms.” “oh right sorry”

- the stage they had the floorshow at is literally just used for the most dramatic karaoke performances in the history of creation. like they get allll the lights and sounds just so columbia can sing total eclipse of the heart

- riff and magenta act like normal siblings. i don’t care what the movie said that wasn’t canon. they fight like children and use blackmail from when they were younger on each other <3 ESPECIALLY bc riff does not approve of magenta and columbia and it’s like

-“she’s not good for you” “i’ll tell her you bit people” “..have a nice date”

- they have fully accepted being strange and offputting <3 they always have sm fun going out in public and just being Odd. to quote hair (sorry i’m ill about that too), “hey man let’s go to the park and scare some tourists!”

- columbia and magenta have an agenda of trying to get a pet for everyone. riff and frank do not approve at all but they always find ways to sneak in stray cats :3 they prob have rabies by now but it’s fine

- frank turns into the biggest homophobe around magenta and columbia. he was happy for them for like 2 seconds and now if they even hold hands in the same room as him he gags

- movie nights but with the worst, most obscure movies they can get their hands on. think velocipastor.

once again sorry if i repeated myself and i may reblog later :3 enjoyyy

[movedtolilmouzee]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about female best friend reader masterbating in her bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what she dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at her house and is now standing at her bedroom doorway watching her eddie and the female best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱?

𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘹 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴.

(𝙕𝙚𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚- 𝙎𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 <3)

"Alright, princess. You're home want me to walk you to the front door as well?" Eddie teased snickering when he heard that annoyed sigh and saw your eyes roll. Eddie loved teasing you, your reactions were always the best part, the way you'd either get annoyed or fluttered by his teasing was something eddie came to love.

Every reaction you had made eddie's heart beat so fast, he swears it could pop out of his chest. Now eddie will never admit this to anyone but hes had his eyes on you since Sophomore year. At first it was just to get into your pants but it turned into eddie enjoying your company and wanting your friendship, but now it's eddie wanting you to be his. He's never had the chance to make a single move unfortunately, well until now.

3 minutes after eddie had driven off from your house he spotted your backpack on the floorboard of the passenger seat. Eddie contemplated keeping it with him and making you beg to make him give it back but he decided to be nice and just give it to you. Making the drive back to your house eddie walked in, humming as he walks to your bedroom, stopping half way as he listens to your moans? Eddie thought he was hearing shit but the closer he got to your room, he knew he was hearing those sounds right.

What stunned eddie was that you were moaning his name and calling out for him like you knew he was there. Eddie felt like his heart was in his stomach as he peaked through the small crack in the door. Watching the way you pushed the dildo in and out of your pussy your free hand rubbing your clit, legs shaking while you moaned out eddies name, begging for more. As much as eddie loved this sight he couldn't leave his little lamb unsatisfied could he?

"If you wanted the real thing so badly, you could of asked" Eddie hummed, setting your backpack down as he sat on your bed. Watching your face get bright red, the way you scrambled to cover yourself and apologize went straight to eddies dick. "Who knew you were such a Pervert, Y/N" Eddie whispered as he slide his pants off, setting the dildo aside before climbing on top of you. "I don't mind giving you the real thing but I wanna hear you beg for it."

God you hated how eddies words went straight to your core, before you could even think about protesting against his demand, the words slipped from your mouth. "Please, Eddie. I just want you to breed me." You whispered, watching Eddie smirk as he made quick work to remove his boxers, lining his cock with your pussy before sliding the tip on and out to tease you. Chuckling at your pout "Sorry, babe. Just wanted to tease" Eddie coo'd while sliding his cock inside, one hand grabbing onto your thigh while the other reached up to your neck.

Eddie felt like he could cum right then and there from how tightly you squeezed his cock, like you were made for him. The euphoria he felt was unreal for a moment. His hips stuttered before Eddie found his rhythm, starting off slow letting you stretch to fit his size before increasing his speed. Moans falling from eddies lips as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing not wanting to hurt you.

You're moans and whimpers encouraging eddie to thrust further, the tip of his cock brushing up against your cervix, forming a bulge in your tummy when he'd push himself back inside, eddie moaning about how good you felt squeezing his cock. "Fuck baby! G-gonna milk me dry, wa-wanna breed you and make you mine!" Is all eddie can muster before his cum is quickly covering your gummy walls, marking you as his.

[simiansmoke]

@pvachypessa cont.

Given how she shrinks a moment at his teasing inquiry, he figures she isn't quite a royal puppet yet. At least she was self aware that she did in fact sound like a big nerd. Am amused puff from the Kong is abruptly concentrated upwards, knocking the drooping end of his hair curl up and back where it settled off center again - just on the opposite side this go round; never could walk the straight and narrow like a prince ought to.

"Dignity, huh? I musta been born with a deficit in that. But I made out pretty well in somethin'." A curl of his arm once Peach had steadied herself reveals a more prominent bicep peak that hadn't come of simply carrying a microphone around. Welp. That took care of Dad's mission for him for the day. The Kong prince's irritated question on what even was he supposed to do at some flowery festival had been met with a twinkle in the eye and a few condoning pats to the cheek, followed by a coddling toned 'ahhh you'll find something. Just make sure they all get a good look at those muscles so you look useful.'

"No problem, 'princess' ~" He assures, a smile wormed into the corner of his mouth as he parked himself on his knuckles beside her. "Only knot that guy's ever gonna tie is when I get a hold of him and tie him up like a pretzel."

He waits a total of six seconds for her to make the climb to his shoulder before helping out with his cheek dipping inward to scoop her up the rest of the way. It's a fluid motion that's combined with him already padding forward. Once they'd made it to another road block of Toads deeper into the town center, he lowers himself briefly into his limbs, a wiggle in place to charge up his next move. "All right, hang on if ya don't want a concussion-" And with that, he'd sprung into the air with a good deal of force. With his size, the Toads caught below his landing would surely become pancakes- but lucky for them, he'd already scouted a Kong-friendly path ahead.

He grabs ahold of a street lamp, but hardly lingers and launches from that immediately to another, and still another after that until finally launching them both onto the nearest shop's rooftop. Glancing over his shoulder afterwards at the slight panic the display caused below, he snorts and reaches up to adjust his passenger closer to his neck. "You'd think they're dealin' with a kidnappin' or something. Guess we ought to climb the nearest tower and really freak'em out."

[your-local-baguette]

Passenger princess

An itoshi Sae oneshot. Fluff

It was at least eleven at night, the moon shining at its brightest. The stars keeping it company in the night's dark sky, it felt like that big sphere that reflected the sun light was following you. You pointed at it, then traced shapes in the moon's friends with your finger. Your half-opened eyes, relaxed features, it all stood out to him, especially those plump lips of yours. He wanted to join them with his so bad, but he had to keep an eye on the road. At any occasion he had, he took a peak at your face, lower his iris to his hand and focus back on the road. The sweetest distraction he ever had, he felt your body shift slightly until a warm hand slid on top of his. A small tug on his lips, but he kept his focused expression, your body leaned into the seat and slid down slightly. Your previously half-opened eyes were now gently shut, enjoying the quiet of the car and your husband's presence. Just the warmth of his hand on your tigh, when he squeezed it just a bit, your hand squeezing his right after, proving it was a quite enjoyable feeling. A now visible smile decorated your face, enjoying the soft and frisky breeze of the night, shivering just a bit before relaxing your body again. The more your body relaxed the more you leaned towards your husband, that was until your head fell onto his shoulder. Sae couldn't help but smile at this, clearly enjoying your asleep self clinginess. But, never would he admit that, he again gave your thigh a squeeze and turned the steering wheel gently to not wake you up. It was one of his many way to show your unconscious self his affection. His eyes were starting to close, he decided to find a gas station to park the car, which he did find after a while. He grabbed your hand tighter and let his head fall in top of yours only to almost immediately dose off with a smile plastered to his face....

[xlovingcupcakex]

Story 1#

Back at one of the jobs that I've had when I was 19, I was working at a crab factory. Typical seasonal job. We were making those crab skulls filled with crab meat. It was a seasonal job.

So, we were about 15-20 people, depending on the month. 8 people were permanent workers, where depending on the person they had from 4 to 20 years of experience of working at the factory.

So, at that point I've worked there for 4 months. I've worked since the beginning of the season, and the highest peak of the season was approaching, so our boss hired more people. One of them was... We'll call him Ditto.

Ditto was... Really awkward at first. My boss asked me to give him a ride to and from work, since walking 1.5 km was too much for him, and I was taking the ferry anyways since I've lived far away, on another island. I agreed since I love helping people and I love driving my car.

So, it was Ditto's first day at work, and he came to the country the day before. Understandably, he asked me if I minded going to a grocery store after work, since he needed to buy food. Obviously, I told him that it wasn't a problem and that was that. Or so I've thought.

Chat, we get into the car, right? And so I start driving my car to the nearest grocery store and we have a small conversation. You know, the usual stuff, like age, general likes, relationship status, hobbies and the like. So far so good. He's being really friendly, which was nice enough, since I was the only person that was his age, I thought it was perfectly understandable. Turns out we both like alternative metal. Cool. Our passenger princess (Ditto) plays music in the car.

Then he suddenly starts to compliment my English skills. Now, the thing is, English is not my first language, but because of school I've learned to speak with an/a American/British accent, but I avoid using it with native speakers since I'm always self conscious and scared that they'll think I'm mocking them or something. Yes, I do tend to overthink and I do tend to worry too much.

So I've explained the above and made a joke how I sound like Glados from Portal whenever I use a British accent, and he goes (very very flirty) "I wouldn't mind you talking like a robot lady. I would actually really appreciate it."

Chat, hear me out. I know some people are just friendly/flirty, but the situation becomes much worse later on. To start off, the dude has a girlfriend. From the sounds of it, she sounded fucking amazing. Hella smart. Got into doctor studies. A year older.

So at this point I kinda gave him a subtle sideye. The "dude, why" sideye. But I continue driving since I don't want to crash my car and die yet. So I just mutter a "oh, that's nice/thanks"

Nothing much was said after that until after we did the groceries and I was dropping him off. As mentioned, back then I used to take a ferry, so time was kind of scarce for me since I spent 2-3h each day commuting to work.

So, the dude is really slow. My grandma moves on a wheelchair and even she is faster than him. So by the time I grab the groceries I thought he would have taken out the bike (he rode the bike from the house to the ferry, and I was supposed to get him from the ferry and then drive to work. Since I was dropping him off after grocery shopping we packed the bike as well).

But he did not. And since I wanted to take the ferry on time (otherwise I would have had to wait for 45min) I just walked up and I was about to grab the bike.

Listen, our hands touch. I don't think much of it. But him? He blushed. Hard. He kinda shyly took his hand away, and then went like, "TeeHee what a coincidence."

It does become worse. Since he looks at the clock and suggest that I stay for tea/coffee. At that point my alarm bells kinda ticked off and there's no way I'm going to stay with this dude one on one more than I have to. So I say no and that I'm going home.

NOW, here's a list of things he used to do at work:

1) I listened to music during work, since we could and I didn't see why not. Just casually killing crabs and listening to Killing Floor 2 soundtrack along with Doom.

I've had some experience at that point, and the leader had terrible English skills, so I guess he naturally went to me whenever he didn't understand something or didn't know what to do. Which is totally fine! What was not fine, is the way how he went around with it.

Instead of tapping me on the shoulder, he would stand beside me or behind me, almost breathing down my neck, just waiting for me to notice him. He would also constantly come up with excuses to talk to me about non work related things. I'm naturally a person who is dedicated to whatever work I do, so I tend to try hard.

2) He would constantly try to invite me over, saying how he wanted to "thank me", how he would bake a cake for me and stuff. I'm going to remind you, dude had a girlfriend at that point. Apparently she also didn't know he had a coworker that was his age (me).

3) Oh, yeah. Forgot to say this, but the car situation? At some point he said something along the lines of "I really admire your confidence", because we were talking about how I was supposed to go to an aquapark with a few other coworkers, and apparently Ditto was unknowingly invited as well.

To which I asked him what he meant. Ditto then gestured towards my chest and cleavage and my tight clothing, no words. In case you have a question, yes, I'm fat. So after I tilt my head, he finally continues and becomes flustered and tries to explain that suddenly his mom had breast cancer, so she has always been ashamed of showing herself at such places. I feel bad for his mom, I really do. Especially since my mom had cancer when I was younger. But back then, I really didn't understand what his mom having cancer had to do with me. He was trying to insinuate something, probably, but I cared too little to look into it.

There's probably a lot that I've forgotten, but that's the gist of it. Lucky I didn't have to deal with him for long, since he was supposed to only work during the peak season, plus after it became colder his roommate was driving the car to work (they usually used a bike), so he didn't have to carpool with me. Obviously tried to make a connection, but I'm happy he left me alone after going to his home county.

But yeah, that's the first story!

[st4rbwrry]

baby, wyd? ichigo kurosaki.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i did it yall *cries* i finally wrote for ichigo.

ichi ♡

baby, wyd?

cupcake ♡

just got home from work ! whyyyyy? 🥺

ichi ♡

gonna take you out. i’ll be omw in thirty.

   thirty? after all this time he still doesn’t understand how time consuming it is to get yourself ready to go out. definitely when you weren’t aware of where you’re going. your boyfriend didn’t give you any hint so you were unsure of how to dress. on top of that, it was nearly midnight. your late shift at the hospital draining you, and the moment you came home and kicked off your scrubs, the last thing on your mind was to get ready to go out. your bed was calling you. so close yet so far. ichigo had literally messaged you the moment you leaped out of your convertible. sucking it up just for him, you hop in the shower with no further questions. it has been a while since you’ve seen him, both equally busy.

   maybe he just missed you the same and wanted to do something nice for you. or just craved to be in your presence again. weekends were really the only time the two of you were available. the sweet scent of olay white strawberry and mint body wash mixed in with the thick charcoal rag scrubbing against your skin relaxes your body to the fullest. phases by chase atlantic booms through the cream tile of your shower walls, vibrating in your ears inimically as the hot water beats down onto your skin. you made sure to leave the door unlocked for ichigo to step inside, usually welcoming himself in without letting you know. one time having to smack him for being inconsiderate even if he blamed you for leaving it unsecured. cleansing your face and then finishing with your to die for tree hut strawberry scrub, you’re wrapped up in a towel while you brush and rinse your mouth.

   patting dry, you lather yourself in baby oil from head to toe, hair still caught in your shower cap. you smile down at your chubby black cat brushing up against your ankle with a silver anklet labeled with your boyfriend’s name. a gift for your first anniversary. the short feline skips behind you as you stroll through your studio to reach your bedroom, sighing to yourself because you’re suddenly stressed about what to wear. nothing could possibly be open this late to really head out for. he has to be fucking with you. what if you get all dolled up just for him to pull up to mcdonald’s? you’d be irritated, but thankful nonetheless. quality time is all that mattered. even sitting in his car listening to music would mean everything right now. a passenger princess is what he called you one time. you just loved the idea of being around him.

   when he said thirty minutes, he meant it. a heavy knock on your front door before it’s pushed open alarms you instantly. sucking your teeth at his obsession with always being too early. as you’re closing the curtain that blocks your bedroom, out peaks an adorable fluff of tangerine hair from the door, a smile on that face you love so much, teeth bright as pearls.

“hey, cupcake!” ichigo chirps, closing and locking the door before he takes off his travis scott dunks, knowing you don’t allow shoes in your house. he’s picking up the cat the same time he’s glaring at your silhouette past the sheer white curtain.

   he catches you slipping on a piece of clothing over your head, taking off your cap and shaking out your curly head. he respects your privacy by keeping himself from walking in there and smacking your ass as a proper greeting . . . his way of one, at least. takes a seat on the low emerald, velvet textured sectional, the animal in his arms purring as he caresses it.

    “i hate you.”

    it’s the first thing he hears, and it immediately has him cackling. “why? i’m taking you out, aren’t i?”

    “well, yeah, but . . . you could’ve told a girl mid-shift. i would’ve had more time to plan an outfit. i can’t even do my makeup now. my hairs lifeless. it’s midnight. i worked a twelve hour shift, you know that? no consideration for me as a woman whatsoever.”

    “all i’m hearing is that you’re ungrateful.”

   “fuck you, carrot top!” a heavy slap following with a gust of wind is nearly enough to overshadow the low level of slow rnb. ichigo raises a brow at you, slowly licking his lips while tilting his head to the side, humming as he observes you. body clad in a white spaghetti strapped bodycon dress that accentuates all your curves, tits pushed higher due to your bra being adjusted halfway up your back. a hot pink, suede chanel bag hanging on your shoulder. big curls flowing around your face like a greek goddess. an angel.

   “baby, you lookin’ good as fuck. but you're gonna be cold as a bitch.”

   “why?” you frown.

  “we're going to the waterfront pier.”

   a cheerful gasp you bellow makes ichigo’s smile extend, your cat jumping out of his arms from the noise of you jumping up and down. “babyyyy. the birria truck is there! you remembered?”

   “of fuckin’ course,” he leans back with an arm thrown behind his head, hand on his bare stomach he tucked under his white tee. ichigo swings his legs dressed in black adidas joggers inward and outward, elated from the smile still on your face as you giggle and walk around the house in search of a shoe, eyes tracing you. “they're open till 2am.”

   you glance at the oval clock on your wall, pouting. “i didn't do my makeup.”

   “it's one in the morning. we coming back and cuddling.”

   sucking your lips in, you nod.

  “now come give daddy a hug,” ichigo motions you over with his finger.

   standing straight with giddy in your heart, you stroll towards him, your hips switching effortlessly, the silver chain labeled 'daddy's girl’, which you bought for yourself, dangles along with the ocean blue evil eye as you bend forward to press a kiss to your man's soft lips, the tingle from his blistex vibrating your own. he sits up with you standing between open legs, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs as he hugged you around your midsection with his cheek on your stomach.

   ichigo let's out an exasperated sigh, as if he was getting into a comfortable bed after a long day, squeezing you tighter. “missed you so much, baby.”

   the tips of your fingers strum through his hair as you reply, “missed you too. thank you for taking me out tonight.”

   “don't thank me yet. i need to see if you'll like the food first before we decide what mood you're gonna put on.”

   “are you saying i'm bipolar?”

   “i'm saying you're picky.”

   “correction!” you announce loudly while pointing up a finger. “specific. i like what i like.”

   “i can say the same,” ichigo groans before smacking your ass with a hiss, grabbing a chunk full before shaking it in his hand.

   you laugh at him and shove him away. “stop! let's go.”

   “lemme jus’ . . . ” ichigo gets lost in his thoughts, your eyes widening as he reaches down to grab your calf to lift. “get a taste real quick.”

   “boy!” is what you exclaim as you give his hand a firm smack, like you're popping a child for misbehaving. ichigo snickers, saying he was joking but you knew he wasn't.

   by time you leave the house, it's one fifteen in the morning. the streets are partially clear for your city's night. ichigo passing you his phone to browse through his playlists, immediately going for the ‘late night drive' one which was your favourite considering you helped him pick most of the content. the windows are cracked halfway, warm air breezing your faces as he speeds down the road like an asshole in his pristine white nissan gtr, two usual hand placements; one on your inner thigh and the other gripping the steering wheel.

   it's so hard not to smile like an idiot when he does that. hiding your face in your shoulder as you look up at him like a lost puppy. singing to bryson tiller’s song in check as you intake the scent of the vehicle. it smells just like him. tobacco vanille by tom ford. the opulent scent lingering onto your body whenever he hugged you long enough, or when you stole his hoodies and shirts to wear just to keep him close.

   the drive wasn't long. not even twenty minutes and you were pulling up to the pier, barely packed since it was a sunday night. lots of teenagers came out around this time to smoke and since there was plenty of food available it'd help with the munchies. hand in hand, the two of you walk towards the beaming taco truck with various of color's ranging from yellows, reds, and greens. birria landia was their label. very well known and talked about business. they moved locations so you were super excited to finally get your fill on it.

  ichigo has his right arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest where you rested and listened to his heartbeat and the rumble of his torso as he ordered your food. each order came with four quesabirria’s and a side of consommé, totaling fourteen dollars each which was a steal to be honest. ichigo wanted to try horchata as a drink, getting a large so the two of you could share.

   “you cold?” he asks briefly, spotting you rubbing your arms before you nod frantically, muttering a tiny ‘yes’. embraces you into a hug instantly, tall frame towering you as he rocked the two of you side to side while you waited alongside a few other people, laughing between his armpit where you buried your face.

   you were talking on and on about cotton candy, looking up at him with your chin on his chest, a pout on your lips. glancing deeper into the boardwalk and catching glimpses of big bags of pink or blue cotton candy hanging horizontally beside jumbo cartoon character while that song from ten years ago that always plays at amusement parks blast through the speakers. yes, it's call me maybe.

   “hey, i just met you,” ichigo begins, bouncing his knees to the beat of the song.

   “no!” you groan.

   “and this is crazy! but here's my number. so call me maybe!”

   one things for sure, you fucked those tacos up. licking your fingers and swinging your feet like nothing else mattered in the world. ichigo lovingly resting his palm in his hand as he watches you squeak as you bop your head to the music. could never stay still when you ate. you thanked him dozens of times with your mouth stuffed, dunking your tacos into your lime infused broth before chowing down, juices dripping. unfortunately, you weren't full enough after, and by then the truck had already gone. the two of you cleaned up your area on the bench before ichigo decided to grab a bag of cotton candy for you before you headed back to yours.

   his favorite thing about your living room was the beautiful collection of the weeknd’s entire discography hung up on your wall in vinyls. a glass record player sitting beneath. choosing an album, going with my dear melancholy because why not? sliding the disc from out of its slot, blowing on it to rid any dust before twirling it between the pads of his fingers and inserting it. you were sitting on your dark gray tufted bench displayed at the bottom of your bed, dressed comfortably in a white tank and royal blue panties. the tips of your pink toes are arched in the fluffy white rug beneath them, a tropical baby blue scarf on your head and your necklaces still in view. you were rolling a blunt on the alice in wonderland tray that sat on your lap.

   ichigo had just gotten out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair with the towel and finding a pair of his basketball shorts in your bottom drawer. the projector on your wall is silently playing avengers’ civil war. it's about five in the morning you presume, wanting to smoke just because. both of you love how quiet the home was, your cat sound asleep on her strawberry printed pillow by your foot, ichigo laying in your bed while scrolling through twitter on his phone until you were finished.

   crawling to him with a tired smile, you flick your plated heart shaped vivienne westwood lighter and pass it to him first, arching over his body sinking into your mattress as you hold it to his lips as he stares you in your eyes. ichigo takes a puff, drags it too long which has you snatching it away and giggling. his hand takes the back of your neck in his grasp, tugging you closer to blow the smoke directly into your mouth before kissing you. he sits you entirely on his abdomen and watches you take your share of it. caressing your skin lazily, and gazing behind you as you hold his face in your chest with your hand sprawled over his cheek, both of you watching the movie.

   the air shifts without the two of you even realizing it. it's when your clutching onto the duvet that's falling halfway off the edge of the bed you bury your face in as you bounce dirty on his cock in cowgirl that it resonates. ichigo now has possession of your blunt, holding it like a cigarette between his fingers in his left hand he uses to gently pinch your ass. fixating on the grip your slick pussy has on his dick, coating it perfectly, driving yourself up and down slowly. he's got his phone on camera mode, recording the way you fuck him in your mirror, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his brows crease.

you rock forward after your lips quiver when a shock strikes up your spine, heaving and slipping off. gripping onto his ankle for support.

   “put it back in,” he's haste when he hits your ass, your salacious whimper making his dick jump. raspy voice completely succumbing you as you reach behind yourself to wrap your dainty hand around the base, sinking back down and rocking your hips. his eyes scroll back when a ring of white centers his cock, a deep ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth as you cream around him. “yeah, pretty girl.”

   “ooh, baby,” a guttural moan vibrates deep within your throat as you drop your ass lower, taking in as much as you could. gasping as you fist the cover in front of you and move quicker, eyes crossing. “ichi !”

   “it's good baby, i know. i fuckin’ know,” ichigo whispers, hissing and clapping a heavy hand down, taking a quick pull from the blunt before putting it out on the ashtray on your nightstand. he abandons his phone, craning his neck to the side to blow out the remainder of clouds before he’s lifting you by your waist until you’re laying on your side facing him.

ichigo tugs you close, slotting himself in between your thighs once your leg hikes itself over his hip, entrapping him with your arms locked around his neck. both of you breathe in each other’s air, rotating your waist to get his cock closer, wanting it back inside before you cried about it. he sees how cute and whiny you are, sloshing his tongue and mouth all over your neck, the most sensitive spot on your body. it makes you insanely wet, gasping, bringing him in more, wanting to be completely entwined. ichigo groans in your neck, reaching between where you two meet to fist his cock, groaning when he finds that gushing hole of yours that sticks like honey and sliding back in.

now his lips are on yours, sloppily tangling tongues and breathlessly moaning into your mouths, the heel of your foot that’s thrown over his waist applying pressure to his backside to drown him in deeper. ichigo has his hands on your ass he’s squeezing until the flesh is imprinted with his marks, cursing and rutting up to sheath his cock in your sweet, sweet fucking pussy. something’s he’s been dying to do for days now. hating how busy the two of you were. there wasn’t enough time to do this as frequently as he desired. that had to change. effective immediately.

“i missed you,” a broken cry sings in his ears from you, slightly squeaky with cute hiccups, ichigo snapping his hips fairly faster, clenching his sharp jaw before kissing your forehead. “f-fuckin’ missed you, ichi.”

“daddy sorry, baby,” ichigo replies, skillfully rolling his hips to hit just the right spot that always makes you scream and claw at his back. he maybe crazy for liking it so much. but when you dig your nails into his strong back, and his skin feels like it’s bleeding . . . sometimes is, he fucking loves it. his strokes ease when he drags out a series of words you’re unable to comprehend. thrusts becoming sloppier. “promise i’ll make it up to you. know you get needy when i’m too far. gunna change that.”

   “mng. you gonna make me cum, baby,” your voice is higher pitched now, eyes low and your mouth dry from hanging it open too long. ichigo knows what to do in an instant, pinning you flat on your back and holding your throat in his hand, raising and dropping his weight onto you so his dick sinks in how you like it. “baby you gonna make me cum.”

“cum,” ichigo pants, his face churning along with yours, your voice going silent as you reach down to rub your fingers over your clit, keeping your eyes focused on his as the faint sound of skin clapping echoed the room. your body’s jolting beneath him, a dry gasp crumbling through. “cum right now, baby. right fuckin’ now, please.”

your knees stutter by his waist, holding onto him tight as the tone in his voice lightens, begging you to cream all over his cock, to cum with him, to give him what he wanted. and you do, roughly slapping your hand on his forearm for security, streams of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ undulating past your puffy lips. ichigo loses his balance and falls down onto you, chest to chest, puts you in a headlock to hold you still while he switches his pace entirely and fucks you harder, his eyes white as pinballs. “fuck, baby. this my fuckin’ pussy. my fuckin’ pussy. can you tell me that, baby? let me know.”

“it’s. your. fuckin’. pussy,” your voice splits with every heavy pound, writhing in his entrapment. holding your knees to the bed with your hands. lewd squelching only gets louder the messier you become. eyes shut with your soul leaving your body. ichigo’s ‘mmm hmm’ as a reply enough to make you cum again, squealing and arching your torso off the bed.

going numb, mind distorted and ichigo holds the back of your head so it’s bending enough to see him fucking you. even with the low lighting from the television you could still spot how drenched you were. ichigo kissing the bridge of your nose, then chastely your lips. “be a good girl n’ watch me cum for you.”

your toes curl when he slows his hips to pull out, resting his cock on your stomach and being rewarded when he cums in long ropes of white, painting your tummy with a shaky moan before mashing his lips back to yours, still thrusting.

“i love you,” he says. “i love you, i love you.”

and you loved him more.

visual. visual. 18+

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[absorbedbutler]

part 2 of things i imagine to cope with the fact i can’t be with austin butler

this is so sick of u guys to make a post i took 10 minutes on my most noted post.

anyways it’s 1 in the morning and i am yearning!!!!!!

1. based off that one reddit post 😭 whenever he has to wake up early for shooting he wakes up 5 minutes early so he can hold you as tight as possible before he’s gone for the whole day

2. watching his old shows with him and making a whole night out of it

3. HELPING YOU GET READY wahhh wahhh he loves hooking your bra for you, choosing one out of 2 shirts, tying your shoes, telling you to tilt your head up so he can apply your lipstick with his best effort

4. bro can literally never be close enough to you he wants to be in your skin he will nuzzle his head wherever it’s placed and replace where his arms are hooked for the peak position

5. he’s such a housewife omg walking into the kitchen to various breakfast foods made because his “body is used to his filming schedule” and he “couldn’t sleep longer”

6. in contrast to helping u get ready he will help you get unready! gently rubbing your makeup off, holding your jaw while he takes over in brushing your teeth, laying out your skincare, braiding your hair, etc. man lives to help you

7. king of aftercare and sorry i’m not talking about like running a bath for you and boring cliche aftercare things but more so making himself a weighted blanket and literally putting himself over you and holding onto you like a sloth.

8. mentioning you in interviews whenever he sees an opening HE IS SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT YOU he completely forgets the question about his wardrobe in the upcoming move and starts talking about how his gf loves his outfits

9. hands hands hands he knows u love them and will wear rings constantly & have his fingers wrapped around every part of you every second of every day holding hands, hands on your lower back, hands on your shoulders, hands on your neck and jaw. wtvr 😵‍💫

10. loves u being his passenger princess in his cars (plural), any road trip, late night drive, drive to a meeting, you’re on his right hand side, choosing music, kissing his knuckles, giving him details on every thought in your mind, or like. you know. road head.

11. i know he smells ssooooo good omg i wanna eat his ass up MM he’s a daily shower typa guy

[itstheimpossibledream]

Superuncle

Word Count:1836

Pairing: Henry xOFC educator 

Warning: Smut,Size kink

Summary :Henry's nephew is convinced he's superman and the teacher has warned him that telling 'tall tales' is incredibly unethical. However, when he brings his uncle to class you are forced to eat your words...and more??

Please don’t repost my fics without my permission!

"I'm so sorry I - I " Henry cuts you off.

"It's  really quite alright. I'm sure he usually is exaggerating in class." he chuckles more to himself than to you, but you find it endearing that he's quirky enough to laugh that hard at his own words, or was it nerves? You couldn't pretend as though you hadn't seen the movie with your friends and drooled over his body but, if an incredibly good-looking , movie star uncle was indeed related to a kid in your class this was the first time the PTA moms had neglected to fill you in on some juicy gossip.  You reached for the lock on your bike, you had to admit it wasn't the most impressive ride but, it got you where you needed to be without wasting the gas money. 

"If you need a lift I drove Tom to school today so ...." He trailed off but, whether he had out of humility or not, You knew better than to deny a moviestar offering to spend time with you.

"O - uh sure. Can I throw my bike in the back?" Before you knew it, he was lifting the bike into the truck as though it was nothing. You admired the movement of the muscles in his back, through his shirt as he swung his arms back to his sides. He must have noticed you were staring but, clearly didn't mind as he opened the passenger side door for you.

You could feel your nerves propelling you through the car ride , knowing you were talking a mile-a-minute but also much to embarrassed to stop. You directed him, and eventually , he pulled up to your house. The truck roared into the driveway and you watched as he gingerly lowered your bike from the bed and wheeled it into your garage.

"So how long have you lived here?" he furrowed his brow as he asked, looking up at the house. 

"O I started teaching there right after college,moved into this house maybe a year later?Four years." you say looking at him, stopping yourself from rambling as you push your key into the door knob.

"Would you ummm- like to come in for a drink or something ?" You watched as the corner of his mouth upturned. The silence broke as you clicked  the lock open.

"After you." he bellowed, you felt a jump in your stomach at his acceptance of your offer. The heft of the door swung behind you and he caught it, closing it gently. You set your bag down on the table and walk to the kitchen. Reaching  for the glasses you push up on the counter, you feel him steady your hips as you come down with the first glass. A million things flash through your mind but, the most prevalent is that he is touching you. A very hot movie star is touching you. You roll back up on your toes to grab the second glass, and his hands move lower this time. He moves towards your crotch, rubbing you through your pants and it's clear that he wasn't just assisting you , he was making a move. It was so subtle,possibly practiced but still incredibly hot.

"Is this okay?"his deep baritone begged the question as he whispered it into your hair, never stopping the movement of his hand. You barely managed to exhale “ummmhmmm” while nodding your head , your breath had completely caught in your throat. He must have felt you tense up because he followed up with "We can stop whenever you want." it was genuine, you could tell that.You angled your head to the side so that you could see him, you looked right into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't want you to stop. " you whispered back to him breathlessly, leaning in to catch his lips in yours. With that, he kissed you back, moving his hands to undo your pants and slide his hand into your underwear. He pushed a thick finger into you and he laughed at the noise his touch made you illicit. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers pushed their way inside of you.  You swayed your hips in an attempt to shimmy out of your pants. He noticed and bent down, helping to get the pants over your feet. You both chuckle as he struggles, pulling the pants off. 

"God you're gorgeous." he said as he bends you over the counter roughly, you hear him fumbling with his belt but nothing really registers until you feel him sliding his thickness along the outside of your entrance. You allow yourself to moan out again and he grabs your hair up into one hand, pulling your head back, mouth kissing the sky.

"You're such a good girl for me" his voice was low and gravelly. "spread your legs more for me." he whispers, controlling your body with commands over and over again. Not waiting for you to do it as much as he was telling you that he was going to move you. As he lifted your leg, you could feel that he was able to line up and easily slide into you. You couldn't help yourself, you exhaled into all the all the sexual tension that had been between you. 

"I love that sound." he smirked, you turned your head as far as you could to see his dark curls moving in rhythm as he pumped into you. 

"Just like that baby, you're taking me so well." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach jumping at his praise.You groaned again as you shifted your position allowing him deeper inside you. Despite your intent of not seeming easy you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself.

"Please..........please." you begged him, to which he responded by cupping your hip and driving into you slower. He must have felt that it was to much for you to take.Because his pace slowed even more as he lowered his mouth to your ear again saying " I want you to go lay on the bed with your legs open for me okay princess?" He carefully pulled out of you,your legs were wobbly as you peeled your chest off of the granite countertop. "Go now." he said smacking your ass and urging you in the direction of the hallway. You moved as quickly as your legs could carry you, unabashedly letting out a light giggle on the way. As you laid down you could feel his eyes on you.  You spread your legs, trailing your hand down to your core , your fingers moved gingerly as he watched you, rubbing yourself closer and closer to your climax. He stood to the side of your bed, working himself over in his large hand. Taking in his body, the expanse of chest and abs coupled with the faint beginning of hair curling on his chest was driving you insane. His hand seemed so big, and you were mesmerized by his body. 

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes.Yes-" you cut off realizing you sounded more eager than you had intended to. He moves to the bed, hovering over you he lifts your chin and kisses you for the first time. It's exploratory but simple, his lips work slow and sweetly,almost as if he doesn't want to push you. Which feels weird considering he'd already been inside you. But, in your own bed doing missionary like a couple that actually knew each other was more intimate, you respected that he was treating it as such. He hummed into you as he deepened the kiss. When he rolled his cock into your hand you heard him let out a deep moan. 

"Wait -wait. Do you have a condom?" he says stopping you. That is not at all what you had expected him say. 

"Yeah." you nodded looking at him but, not moving, partly shocked that he had even asked.He looked in the direction of your nightstand and you nodded again. He opened the drawer, found the condom and tore it open effortlessly. You resumed rubbing yourself under him and he groaned as he rolled the condom on watching you. 

"You're a very slutty teacher" he smirked, lining himself up again at your entrance. 

"Maybe I just don't see the point in using a condom after the fact." you chuckled.

"Maybe I want you to think I'm a nice guy,a good girl like you wouldn't let me fuck again if I wasn't responsible." you chuckled at his response, and he immediately pushed into you. You gasped at the pressure and he put a hand on your lower abdomen. You could tell he was enjoying how your muscles were moving to make space for him. 

" Wearing a condom makes you responsible?" you managed to get out. “Even highschool boys can do that.”you press.

"Makes you think I am" he shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting you up to face him.  You could see right into his perfectly blue eyes were glued to yours as he watched your response to the new depth he found within your body.You craned your neck up to kiss him. Before long you had to break the kiss, the pressure in your abdomen  simply becoming to much in building up to your orgasm. You ended up sharing his air as he rocked you into your orgams, your body shaking. You were loud and you didn't care. Once it was clear that you had hit your peak he began driving into you quickly,grunting loudly. His speed lacked nothing as he managed to push you over the edge again, this time with him.

You breathe him in, not breaking eye contact.Memorizing the slight winces in his face as he emptied himself into you. 

"Holy shit- holy shit." you exhale between deep breaths. He runs a hand through his hair and begins laughing, his canines shining in the afternoon light, perfectly slotted between your shades.

“Holy shit is right.”he exhales, chest heaving again. You watch the rise and fall of the small  curly hairs on his chest, wishing to touch him but, not knowing if that would be okay yet.You settled for rolling onto your back and covering your face in your hands. 

“You alright? Did I do something wrong ?” He asks calmly awaiting your reply. When you remove you arm, you see him hovering above you, a palette of concern painting his face.

“I just-I usually don’t sleep with someone as soon as I….” you trail off into a mumble and he leans in , kissing you and silencing your worries. His hand encases your throat, as he moves it up to clutch your jaw.

”You don’t have to worry about that love.Your secret’s safe with me.”He pecked you on the lips again and wrapped you up in his arms. It was oddly easy being held by him, and you allowed yourself to be lost in him, effortlessly.