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cyberhughes · 1 day ago

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TAPOUT!

jack hughes x fem!reader, quinn hughes x fem!reader, luke hughes , fem!reader, cole caufield x fem!reader, trevor zegras x fem!reader

IN WHICH… the new social media intern for the new jersey devils gets a proper welcome from her favourite boys

NOTE guys i had to take a pause on the requests because this was just on my mind so bad…and if this is the fic that gets me canceled for being too controversial then we went out w a bang!! (pun not intended)

also this is dedicated to my kitten clara👩🏻‍🍳🤝 @lovecla i’m glad i have someone to share my insanity with i love you👅👅

she got that million dollar ooh ooh ohh...

make her tap out!

you don’t know how you got into this position. or, multiple positions. hot tears blurred your vision from clearly seeing the men in front of you. the men who had been watching you like you were prey the moment you stepped into the arena as a new social media intern, waiting for their chance to pounce on you.

[ ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ]

“hey!” you stopped your steps as you heard a familiar voice call out just before you were about to head over to the seats to film some practice content.

luke, who you had met a few times, had skated up to the gate, a friendly smile on his face as he approached. “it’s y/n, right?” he asked and you nodded with a smile, most of the time players didn’t really care for the social media girls, simply answering their questions and going on about their day like you didn’t exist. hell, they probably wouldn’t have recognized you if they saw you walking on the street.

“so uh, feel free to say no,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “i was having a little get together with some other players tonight, and some friends from other teams too,” you nodded as you listened intently, scared you might zone out from admiring his features.

“and i was wondering if maybe you’d like to join? some of the other social media girls are gonna be there from the other teams so i was thinking that maybe you could like, connect with them or something? just cause you’re new.” he offered with a cheeky smile and you nodded, seeming calm but inside you were freaking out a bit, it was such a perfect opportunity!

you could get so many tips from the other girls, learning things from their past experience to limit any stupid mistakes you might make while learning on your own.

“yeah! i’d love to!” he grinned at your response, “okay, awesome! how ‘bout after practice i’ll give you the details?”

[ ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ]

you took in a deep breath before you firmly knocked on the door of luke’s apartment, nervousness bubbled in your stomach as you waited. you were excited to meet the other girls, and make some possible new connections with anyone else. your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you heard clattering and music on the other side.

the door swung open, revealing a grinning luke. you tried to hide your surprise when you saw him, usually you had either seen him in either hockey gear or in a suit. you thought that it was refreshing to see him in something so laid back, a simple tshirt and jeans matched with a backwards cap that pushed his curls nicely to the back and side of his head.

“hey y/n!” he stepped back to let you in. you returned the greeting as you stepped in as you scanned the apartment, and wow. he really downplayed on the ‘small get together’. the apartment was bustling with players of different teams chatting and drinking, yet you couldn’t spot any of the social media girls. hm, maybe they were running late.

luke noticed the way your shoulders dropped slightly in disappointment. “oh, yeah i’m sorry y/n.” he shook his head as he led you into the living room where some familiar faces were sitting. “the other girls said they couldn’t come anymore. last minute family emergencies and some illnesses or something.” he spoked and you simply nodded. “oh, that’s too bad.” you responded, it was too bad. but you looked on the brighter side of things, you would get to know the players in a more candid setting, even starting some new friendships.

“hey guys, y/n came.” luke introduced you to everyone and you waved shyly. sitting beside jack on the couch was trevor zegras and cole caufield, with quinn sitting on an arm chair just beside.

“hey y/n!” jack slapped his hands on his thighs as he stood up from his position on the couch. “it’s too bad the other girls couldn’t come, but we’re still gonna have fun, right?” he said and you nodded, cheeks slightly burning when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. the greeting threw you off slightly, only having met him a handful of times

“what do you say we get you a drink, hm?” he offered and you nodded, following along, you didn’t want to be impolite. you’d have one drink to settle your nerves before getting to know the players.

you didn’t notice the devilish grin jack shot luke as he placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the kitchen.

the night was going pretty smoothly, you had spent most of your time with the five guys you had initially been introduced with. you talked about your major for a bit, why you wanted to go into sports marketing, a bit about your personal life.

you went to take a sip of your drink as you listened to quinn talk about, well you weren't really sure what, but you had noticed your cup was empty. luke peered over, “oh, i can refill that for you.” he reached out his hand and you smiled, “sure, maybe just a soda, please?” he nodded. you don’t know how many times that night luke got up to get you another soda, but you didn’t complain. he was being a good host and you didn’t want to be rude.

“so what does your boyfriend think of you working in sports marketing?” cole smiled, taking a sip of his drink. you shook your head and chuckled in slight embarrassment, “oh, i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“really? but you’re so pretty?” trevor hummed from beside you. he had his arm draped behind you on the couch, and he reached up to twirl a strand of your hair as you blushed fifty shades of red.

you didn’t know how to respond to the compliment, squeaking out a quiet ‘thank you.’

the room started to get hot, maybe from embarrassment, maybe from the amount of bodies crowded into one space.

“hey, you okay?” quinn asked, noticing the way you were playing with the collar of your cardigan, trying to loosen it’s grip on your neck.

“uh, yeah sorry. just feeling a bit weird.” you gave him a tight lipped smile, you didn’t want to ruin the night, you had worked so hard to get where you are today and you didn’t want to ruin any of your newly made friendships with the players.

“hey it’s okay,” jack moved a few strands of hair away from your face, an expression of false concern taking over his features. “why don’t you lay down in luke's room for a bit while we call it a night?” he offered and you shook your head, “i don’t want to ruin your night.” he smiled at your pout, “don’t worry ‘bout it, luke will show you the way.”

and so luke led you to his room, letting you lean your weight onto his arm as he guided you.

“just sit down m’kay?” you nodded and plopped on the bed, feeling a weird warmth spread throughout your body. were you catching a fever? was it pms? you had never felt this feeling before. “they’ll tell everyone to go home.” he stroked your hair, letting you lean onto his shoulder.

quinn walked into the room, with jack, trevor and cole following right behind. “you okay y/n?” quinn asked as he took a seat next to you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “you’re getting hot, why don’t you take your sweater off?” you nodded and let him unbutton your cardigan, peeling off the fabric and letting his cold hands graze your skin.

“why don’t you stay over tonight?” luke murmured as his eyes fell to your cleavage once your cardigan was taken off.

“yeah, we don’t want you out driving like this.” trevor kneeled in front of you, examining your face as the boys nodded in agreement.

was this inappropriate? staying over at luke’s apartment? you were just the social media girl, you didn’t want it to seem like you had taken this job just to get closer to the players. then again, maybe they were right. it wasn’t safe for a young woman to head home alone in an uber so late at night.

“just let us take care of you baby, okay?” luke pushed your hair to the side as he whispered into your ear, letting his lips trail down to your neck where he placed a small kiss. you shivered at the touch, feeling your butterflies in your stomach. “o-okay…” you sighed when he pressed another kiss onto your shoulder.

“you feeling hot? why don’t we take off the rest of your clothes, hm?” quinn’s fingers toyed with the strap of your tank top. “is…is this weird?” you looked up at him with doe eyes, tears barely forming. he gave you an endearing smile, admiring how cute you looked. “no, we’re all friends here, just wanna take care of you.” he said and you nodded.

quinn carefully helped you out of your tank top and skirt, revealing your lace bra and panties which you tried to cover up in embarrassment. you felt the bed dip behind you, jack and cole approaching on the situation.

you felt like prey underneath their gazes, their eyes burning over your exposed flesh like they were getting ready to devour you, their mouths practically watering

“so pretty…” cole's voice was barely above a whisper as he watched they way trevor traced his fingers closer and closer to your core.

this was extremely wrong, it was dirty. yet you couldn’t help but feel your panties get damper at their ministrations.

trevor looked up at you, tilting his head with a friendly smile, “gonna let us use you, pretty girl?” as he gently pushed open your thighs and you gave him a dazed nod, your response nearly coming out as a whimper, “yes.” you knew what they were doing, you knew that this was extremely perverted and wrong, but you were too far gone.

your lips parted in a soft gasp as you felt his fingers trace over your cunt overtop of your pink panties. you felt so many hands on you, groping at your breasts through your bra, slender hands pulling your thighs open just a bit further.

trevor pushed your panties to the side, toying with your slick before pushing in a single finger, looking up for your reaction. you whimpered, leaning back onto cole’s chest while he placed a small kiss on your temple.

trevor slowly pumped his finger, your arousal growing with the overwhelming amount of stimulation you were receiving from everyone. “so tight…” he mumbled as he stared with amazement before forcing a second and soon third finger. he pumped his digits in and out, earning moans from you that felt like music to their ears. from behind you, jack reached around to toy with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

tears threatened to fall as you felt the heat pool in your lower stomach, “m…m gonna cum..” you whined, body fighting the way cole hand you down as you squirmed.

“go on baby, it’s okay.” quinn licked at your ear and that was all it took for you to snap, your first orgasm of the night washing over you with an intensity you had never felt before.

“fuck..” luke’s mouth dropped open as he watched your release squirt out onto trevor's tattooed arm, his fingers practically jackhammering into you as he pulled every moan he could from you until you were breathless.

everything felt hazy as they lied you down, they took their time taking off the only fabric that you had left, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable. you heard some rummaging around but stayed focused on catching your breath.

you dazily watch jack as he climbed on top of you, trailing comforting kisses from your stomach up to your neck. “you okay with this?” he asked as he stroked his cock from below you, positioning it at your fluttering entrance. you nodded frantically and he smirked, “‘course you are.” you felt your stomach drop at the mockery in his voice, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before he pushed into you, taking all the air from your lungs. “fuck baby,” he groaned, letting himself sink fully, tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall at the intense stretch.

he didn’t give you time to adjust as he began thrusting into you with fervor, lifting your legs and pressing them to your chest. his fingers dug into your thighs and he pushed them down, leaving bruises onto your delicate skin. “you’re so dirty, y/n.” he grinned from above you and you felt the tears fall, which he quickly kissed away. you could tell he was about to cum when his thrusts became harsher, his cock kissing at your cervix as he let out deep groans.

his gaze flickered from the way your pussy sucked him in, up to your face, cheeks red and stained with tears as you watched him with hooded eyes. “fuckkk,” he breathed out, letting himself shoot his load into you, hips stuttering as he did so.

you let out a whine when he pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of your hole and down to your ass. you don’t even notice when he had switched positions with trevor and cole, the two boys admiring your fucked out expression before taking their turn with you.

“such a pretty little whore.” trevor smiled at you sweetly, a contrast to his degrading words. he flipped you onto your stomach with ease, lifting your hips up so that your ass was flush with his pelvis.

cole positioned himself in front of you, and you knew what he wanted. you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he swore he could’ve cum just from the sight. he slapped his cock over your tongue as trevor spread your ass cheeks from behind, getting a better view of your swollen cunt before he lined himself up with your already leaking hole.

you moaned around cole’s cock as trevor thrusted into you, the vibrations sending instant pleasure throughout his body. you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his thick thighs, letting your nails dig into his skin as he let out the prettiest whines.

you let out a squeal when trevor slapped your ass, quickly smoothing his hand over the red mark to soothe the pain. “so filthy,” it didn’t take them long before they came, shooting their loads from both ends.

you had no choice but to swallow cole’s cum when he pushed your head down all the way, nose to pelvis as his body shook in pleasure.

he cupped your face with one hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he thanked you, leaving your heart fluttering. trevor placed a kiss onto your back before the two of them moved away, letting quinn take over.

quinn’s eyes scanned you with a look of disapproval and pity. “so messy, baby.” you pouted at his words, he was right though. you had cum and spit leaking at the corner of your mouth, your hair was tousled and your cunt was already stuffed full. he grabbed your tank top that was thrown onto the bed earlier and quickly cleaned you up.

“there we go.” he smiled softly before leaning down to give you a proper kiss on this lips and your eyes fluttered closed, your hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair. he trailed his kiss from your mouth down to your breasts, licking and sucking at the reddening skin. “poor baby,” he murmured, “didn’t even get to cum again, hm? it’s okay though, i’m gonna take proper care of you.” he said, a slight dig to the men who had previously used you without any regard for your own pleasure.

he laid you down, dipping his middle finger between your folds, chuckling at the way your hole fluttered, clenching around nothing. “i’ll take care of you.” he soon replaced his finger with his aching cock, pushing into you gently as he hushed your whimpers with a kiss.

“doing so good for us, aren’t you baby?” his hand trailed down to lazily massage at your neglected clit. “q-quinn…” your nails scratched at his back, leaving bright red marks and he hissed at the pleasurable pain, nipping at your collarbones. “it’s okay, i got you baby.” he rocked into you, never ceasing his actions on your clit and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as his thrusts deepened. “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? huh? gonna put on a show on for them?” you whined at his words, squirming underneath him as the heat pooled in your belly.

“k-kiss..” you mumbled and he smiled, “yeah, i got you.” he leaned down and you kissed him deeply, moving your hips up to meet him halfway. “go on baby, let go.” he whispered against your lips when he felt your grip on him tighten, your pussy spasming as you came, him following soon after, pulling out to cum onto the soft skin of your stomach.

your vision was blurry as you came down from your orgasm, body on fire from the consistent stimulation with no break. you felt quinn pepper kiss over your face, “you did so good baby.” he placed on last kiss on your lips, savoring the sweet taste of your saliva, “it’s okay, it’s almost over.” he reassured and you hummed in confusion, before you saw luke standing at the edge of the bed.

you didn’t know if you had it in you, and god he looked big standing there. “luke…” you whimpered as you tried crawling back up the bed, but he grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down.

“m’sorry baby,” he pouted, “you’re gonna let me fuck you, right? it’s only fair. i’m the one who thought you were pretty first.” he said like it was a competition before pushing himself in, your eyes going wide as your body tensed. even though you had been fucked plenty that night, none of them could’ve possible compared to the way luke’s cock was stretching you out.

hot tears fell down your cheeks as he thrusted into you, letting one of his large hands press down onto your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock as he fucked you. “too big luke!” you cried, thrashing underneath him and leaned down closer, his cock hitting deeper. “you can take it, know you can.” he grunted, his tip brushing against your cervix and you gripped onto his biceps like he was your lifeline. “luke! s’too much!” you cried and he licked as the salty tears from your face.

he didn’t let up his pace, continuing to fuck into you like he had been dreaming of since he first laid eyes on you at the rink. “my pretty girl...” he cooed as your screams of overstimulation echoed in his ears as he reached places inside you no one had ever reached before.

it wasn’t long before yet another load was dumped into you, your eyes lolling to the back of your head as you let out a silent scream while you came for the final time that night.

the room fell silent, the boys entranced at your fucked out expression, limp on the bed with your skin decorated with their cum.

“fuck, wait till nico sees this.” jack was quick to pull out his phone, snapping a picture of you.

“there’s no leaving us now, baby doll.”

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micahulrichdraws · 1 day ago

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I come in peace! I don’t wanna try to convince you to take commissions! But I am curious about why you’re so strongly against them, did you have a bad experience working on one? Anyway, love your stuff, your tarot designs go so hard

Thanks for the love!! The reason isn't a bad experience or some such, it's 19 years of being a professional artist and knowing the field!

TLDR: I'm a traditional pen and ink illustrator, so it's not financially viable or creatively fulfilling.

I'm always down to talk art business, so here's a brief breakdown wall of text:

On the financial side, commission designs are almost always done at a net loss/break even for the artist, and I'm no exception. They're alright for starting out, or if you're looking to incorporate them into your marketing (IE: doing a poster design for a band to gain exposure), but typically they're roughly half the cash-per-hour for any established artist VS making an original design, and creating a print run of it.

Example: while tons of folks would look at someone charging $1k USD for a commission and think that it would be crazy cash, once you break down the math, it's pretty bad. An average design for me takes on average 30-40 hours, and that's because I don't have to communicate with anyone else. I'm just drawin' my idea. Assuming this is a dream client who has the mind-meld with me, wire transfers the $1k straight into my bank account the second it's done, that's roughly $25/hr. Once again - this looks *great*, that's around $50k/yr from drawing custom stuff! But that's not how it works. First of all, most folks would lose their *minds* at paying $1k for a commission - over the years I graphed it out, and back when I was a less-established artist, most folks would start with a budget of $100, have their limits pushed at $300, and outright refuse $500. You have to sift through all of those folks in order to get that reasonable commission. That includes folks who aren't willing to commit to a commission, don't want to say no to the price, but will still take up your time. Roughly, for me at least, 10 hours a week of it. You'll also have to run collections on roughly 20% of your customers - they may pay the deposit, but you'll have to chase them for the final payment. Even if you take the payment *in advance* you'll end up having to chase them down/get ghosted. So, realistically: you end up taking the $500, for *at least* 50 hours of work. On average, it clocked in closer to 65-70. $7.14 an hour. That's less than a third living wage and less than minimum wage. You cannot grow an art practice while actively starving. It's easier to make a design, sell it/license it/etc. to make more cash without losing your mind.

That said - After 2020, I reached a point in my career that when I take on custom work, it's typically from a larger brand with a larger scope and larger budget, ranging anywhere from $5k-$30k. That said - these businesses are typically ones that understand the industry and are far less of a headache to work with than individuals, and will give several months worth of work at a time at a living wage.

On the creative side, I enjoy making my own designs and work as opposed to other folks. I have a ton of drawings and projects I'd rather work on and share with folks of my own that are infinitely more fun than the 200th identical commission request (a biblically accurate angel that also is the grim reaper that is also Baldur's Gate 3 thirstraps/Dark Souls fan art/primarchs because Y'ALL AIN'T CREATIVE BUT MY ASTARION X SANGUINIUS SHIP CAME FIRST.) Also, most of the fun of my career is knowing as many folks as possible get to enjoy my art junk. I'd rather go through a few extra hoops and have thousands of folks see my stuff vs something only one other person gets to see.

If you made it this far, congrats, here is my favorite image I have saved in my camera roll:

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vershautece · 2 days ago

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Imagine the whole phd thing was your inside joke nobody else knew about and one day you’re at a gathering and somebody asks “so luigi, thinking of going for that phd soon?” He smirks and looks towards you like “what you think of me and a phd baby?” OHHHH LETS GO HOME RIGHT NOW AND I’LL TELL YOU

*when i first started responding to this ask i didn’t even mean to write a whole oneshot haha but omfg guys this is like size kink heaven

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omg this is what im saying he would literally be this cocky and teasing😣 and yes i love the idea of it being an inside joke like u guys were prob just cuddling scrolling on your phones and he starts laughing bc he’s just seen a tweet about someone doing a phd and it inspired the joke😭 ur both giggling like children and then u turn to him and decide to tease, batting your lashes. ‘so is it really as huge as you say, sir?’ & you know damn well it’s a whole 7 inches bc ur insides have it memorised. ur rubbing his bulge through his pants and when he tells u to straddle him you’re giggling and whining while u dry hump

he’s going along with your playing dumb gimmick: ‘you need help remembering how big my cock is baby? don’t want just the tip, no? you want the whole thing? how many inches am i, princess?’

‘mm, 5?’ you’re messing with him still, grinding your hips onto his clothed crotch. his hands are moving between your sides, your lower back and gripping and kneading your ass in your loungewear.

at your words he immediately scoffs, and cocks his tongue to the inside of his cheek: ‘yeah sure baby, so you wanna see if you’re right?’ his smirk is making you so wet, and it’s surely gonna leak through the thin fabric you’re wearing. your hands are pushing on his chest now while you rock your hips against his.

‘mhmm, show me baby, i don’t think you can call it a phd if it’s only 5 inches. hm?’ u tease him, and move back off his crotch a little to palm him through his sweatpants. he’s so hard now, and u almost moan out loud at the feeling of him even through fabric.

‘take it out then, sweetheart’ he’s looking at you with pure lust in his eyes as you sit back to pull his sweatpants and his boxers down his legs, throwing them onto the other side of the bed.

his cock is fully erect, almost slapping against his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. ‘what do you think, baby?’

you’re nearly drooling at the sight, and you giggle, biting your lip. ‘still think it’s just 5 inches, lu’ you bat your eyelashes, pouting slightly, and he nods slowly in response. ‘see if you can take those 5 inches in your mouth then, come on. if it’s only 5 you can do it, sweetheart’

you don’t break eye contact with him as you put him in your mouth, and you only get halfway down before you start to gag. the sight of u struggling to deepthroat him while maintaining eye contact has him going insane. he lets out one loud groan as soon as he’s in your mouth, and instinctively moves his hand to your hair, holding it out of your face. ‘why can’t you take it all, bellissima? hm? come off my cock for a second and answer me, yeah?’

you reluctantly take him out of your mouth, and tease him by spitting out his precum back onto the tip of his cock. ‘mm, think i need to feel it inside me lu, y’know if it hits my cervix then maybe i can say you do qualify for a phd’

u and luigi literally never have sex without him hitting your cervix - he knows you’re messing with him and his size kink is going crazy. he gives u that smirk (u guys know which oneee) ‘that’s fine baby ill give it to you, but you didn’t answer my question. why can’t you deepthroat my cock, beautiful?’

‘mm, stop asking questions and tell me to put it inside baby’ you moan, rocking yourself on his bare thigh and stroking his cock - you’re still fully clothed, and this friction isn’t enough

‘so fuckin’ needy, hm? yeah, you want my dick inside you? take everything off baby, there wasn’t any point in wearing panties cause you’re leaking through your clothes, mm’ he sits up a bit and reaches forward to rub your pussy slowly through your pants. he can locate the clit even through your clothes, and he slaps it lightly as a way of telling you to strip off. you take off your tank top, shuffle out of your pants, and then pull down your soaking panties, and luigi is jerking off slowly in front of you, trying to control his moans. you position yourself on him, replacing his hand with yours on his cock so that you can guide him into you. slowly, you start to push in the tip, and you nearly scream at the pleasure from his tip alone. ‘mmmm, lu’ you place your hands on his chest, and he’s smirking up at u. ‘mhm? this is just the tip baby girl, you gonna push me in deeper? shouldn’t be that difficult since im not that big, huh? cmon’ and he starts drawing slow circles on your clit just to tease you even more. you roll your eyes and push him in deeper, letting out another pornographic moan. ‘luigiiii, mm you’re so bi-’

his smirk grows wider: ‘i’m what? repeat that baby’ he lifts his hips to slowly push the rest into you, groaning at the feeling, and when he bottoms out you lean forward onto his chest and put your arms around his neck. ‘you’re so big, mmmm Mr phd’ you giggle into his chest

‘yeah? it’s more than 5 inches, huh, princess?’ he wraps his arms tight around your waist and gently pulls your face from his chest. he kisses you passionately, and you’re both giving each other teasing smiles when u break the kiss. ‘mhm, feel you in my cervix’ you moan softly; he’s not even started moving yet.

��yeah, i know baby’ he coos at you, caressing your abdomen where his imprint is. ‘start rocking your hips, and i’ll get to making you feel so good, hm?’ he kisses you again softly as you start grinding on his cock. ‘mmmm, i’m so lucky’ you moan

his arms are moving up and down your torso now, and occasionally to your ass to knead it and grip it. ‘yeah you are, and so am i with this beautiful girl on top of me. you look like an angel, my baby’

you’re blushing down at him, soft moans spilling from your throat as you increase the pace. he’s kissing your neck now and leaving hickeys, while u tangle your fingers in his curls. ‘yeah, grind on my cock just like that, oh fuck’ he’s moaning into your neck, and you keep this pace going for a good few minutes, until he tells you to stop.

u both look at each other with lust filled eyes, a needy whine leaving your throat as you stop moving. he chuckles softly at your desperation. ‘c’mere, baby girl’ he wraps his arms tight around your waist again, and shifts his position on the bed to sit up properly against the headboard, still inside you. ‘c’mere’ he continues to coo at you, then brings u down onto his chest, planting his feet on the bed for the perfect angle to start thrusting up into you. he kisses your forehead, and holds you so tight. you’re prepared for him to start thrusting rough, but instead he starts an extremely frustrating pace of one rough thrust, then stilling inside u, another rough thrust, stilling inside again, and repeat. you want him to be fucking you dumb, not teasing you at this slow pace but it’s so so intimate, and his words in between the thrusts have you feeling like you’re in heaven. ‘i’m starting off slow like this baby, need to make sure you’re really savouring the feeling of how i hit your cervix, mhm? promise i’ll go faster soon’ he speaks to you so sweet and soft, kissing your forehead over and over.

*thrust* ‘mm, that’s it bellissima, you’re taking it so well’ *thrust* ‘mhm, my baby taking my cock so deep for me’ *thrust* ‘yeah, you feeling good?’ *thrust* ‘oh that’s my girl huh? mm, amore mio’

to all of this you’re just responding with moans and incoherent babbles, fingers tangled in his curls - the sensation and the contrast of him thrusting and then stilling inside is heavenly, and you don’t mind the teasing anymore.

‘all you can do is moan for me, hm? all dumb on this phd?’ he’s still at the same pace, and when you still don’t respond he smacks ur ass in between thrusts. u manage to let out a reply through whines: ‘mmm i love you luigi, my baby’

‘i know, sweetheart, i know. i love you too, always wanna show you how much’ he stops thrusting altogether and kisses your shoulder. ‘luigi, please’ you moan, desperate for him to fuck you properly. ‘pazienza, amore mio’

you’re arching your back like a slut waiting for him, and when he starts a steady pace you can’t control any of the whines and moans that leave your throat. ‘oh, luuu, i needed this so bad, your cock’s so fucking big, shit, i can’t’ your eyes roll into the back of your head, and his grip on your waist is so secure it’s making u even dizzier thinking about how protective he is of you. ‘that’s it, sweetheart - is it too much?’ his pace is getting unbelievably faster, and he keeps saying things to you as if you have the energy or brain capacity rn to reply.

‘no it’s perfect baby, want you inside me like this forever’ you manage to reply, and then you’re pressing sloppy kisses all over his neck - your moans vibrating against his skin triggers louder moans from him. ‘oh you’re so good to me, i’m the luckiest girl in the world’

‘baby girl - bambina - i wanna take care of you forever, make you my wife’

‘luigi, i’m gonna cum’ you whine, his words getting u even closer.

‘mhm, you close? yeah? cum for me, beautiful’ he pushes you back off his chest so he can see you, and the eye contact is insane. ‘i wanna see you come undone for me, amore mio, i’m so close too’

‘cum inside me, lu’ you whine desperately, hands gripping his curls so tight. his thrusts haven’t slowed once, and u think it can’t get any better till he suddenly hooks his hands under your ass and makes you jump on his cock, while he shifts his position so that you’re both sat up properly chest to chest, and he bends his knees even more to adjust the angle of his thrusts that somehow makes you feel even better than you already felt.

‘i’m gonna cum, fuck baby, oh, i love you so much’ his moans are erratic, and he’s sucking and kissing your boobs, hands still gripping and smacking your ass.

‘mhmmmm, me too, oh i love you’ you’re rocking your hips frantically to meet his thrusts now, and he pulls away from your boobs just for one second to say something: ‘dolcezza, play with your clit, my pretty girl’

and now your fingers are working erratically on your bundle of nerves, the last thing to push you over the edge as you get your release, screaming luigi’s name. you fall forward onto his chest immediately, while he continues his thrusts to get his own release.

‘that’s a good girl, cumming all over my cock, that’s it - gonna fill you up with mine now, mhm’ he’s muttering these words in your ear, followed by loud grunts as he spills inside you, right before collapsing on the sheets with you on his chest.

you’re both breathing heavily for a few moments and he’s stroking your hair with one hand, pulling you as close as possible by your waist with his other hand. he’s the first to speak: ‘so you’re gonna tell me i qualify for a phd now?’ he’s smirking into your hair, pecking the top of your head. ‘baby’ you giggle into his chest. u caress his cheek and whisper in his ear, ‘of course. and this 7 inch phd belongs to me’ you’re smiling up at him, and he raises his brows in response. ‘oh so you do admit it now, huh? i know your pussy has every inch of me memorised, you can’t mess with me sweetheart’

he shifts you slightly to slowly pull his cock out of you, and you both giggle at all the cum that drips out onto his stomach :’) then, you look up at him innocently, moving your hand to his softening cock. ‘can you fuck me in the shower, please baby?’

#vershautece inbox #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione smut #luigi mangione imagine #vershautece one shots

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wakasaswifee · 2 days ago

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write pls an one shot where isagi wins a match and reader suck him in the locker room

Winner's prize | Isagi yoichi | 18+

✎...In where your boyfriend Isagi Yoichi wins a game and can't help but want a little bit of... appreciation from you. ✎...Isagi yoichi x reader | blue lock ✎...Tags/TWS: Explicit content,All characters aged up, oral ✎...WC:1.3k ✎...A/N: I'm so sorry to anon, this was sitting in my inbox for over a month, I had exams so I was busy with that and had no time to write other than a few short stories here and there. hope you like it!

Isagi yoichi knew he’d win. He felt it, he knew the winning goal would go to his team and he’d be the one scoring it; and what more, his sweet, precious girlfriend came all the way from home to support him, screaming his name. So he had no choice but to win, he couldn’t disappoint his girl.

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The game had ended, after a few interviews here and there; you ran up to yoichi, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. The salty smell of sweat mixed with his cologne invaded your nose, which you don’t know why but you loved it.

“Ahh, doll, ‘m sweaty, don’t cling” he chuckled playfully. A blush crept up your face as the flashes of the camera’s went off.

Isagi couldn’t help but laugh at your expression, kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay. Ignore them.”

Running his calloused hand through his soft hair, keeping a protective arm around your waist.

“Let’s go, y/n. Let me shower and change and i’ll come and we’ll eat out to celebrate, yeah? Sound good?”

You grinned, nodding up at him.

You were confused as he started walking off the field, pulling you along with him.

“Yoichi?”

“Doll, ‘m not gonna leave you out here all alone, wait outside the change room, it’ll make it easier to make sure no one tries anything”

He wasn’t trying to be an asshole but due to previous incidents, he liked keeping you close to him, to make sure no crazy fan attacks you when he isn’t present.

You looked up at him, he looked.. Ethereal, especially after his games. Sweat glistened on his face and neck. His hair damp and pushed back, a few loose strands hanging over his face. If one were to define perfection, they’d see a picture of isagi’s side profile- no scratch that, they’d see a picture of isagi’s face beside it.

“I’ll be out in 10 minutes, wait here, okay?” He kissed you softly.

You sat on the wooden bench outside the change rooms. Pulling out your phone to watch edits of your otherworldly boyfriend.

°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °

You were confused, again. It’d been over 25 minutes, at first you thought maybe he was talking with his teammates or maybe taking a minute or 2 for himself but after you saw his teammates leave one after another, till the change rooms were empty, you were left puzzled.

Slightly pushing the door open, just a peek to see inside. It was empty. You carefully opened the door and stepped inside as if there’s a landmine in the area.

The door clicked behind you; looking around, the room was empty.

You took slow, careful steps, till the faint noise of water running and.. skin slapping?

You made your way towards the sound, turning the corner to find isagi's back facing you, water dripped down his sculpted back and shoulders.

His hand was clenched into a fist against the wall, veins straining beneath his skin, while his other hand moved at an even pace between his thighs.

Your breath caught in your throat making your mouth go dry, heat rushing to your core.

“‘Ichi..?” the soft hush of your voice snapped Yoichi out of his trance. Turning his head to find his poor confused girlfriend standing by the entrance of the shower.

“Ah.. fuck, doll.. M’ sorry, i totally fo-”

“Why are you.. Doing.. That?”

He sighed, letting go of his needy cock to turn off the shower. He neared you, the light taps of his footsteps against the wet tiles echoed. You took a few steps back, an unknown feeling of excitement coursed through your body. You’d never seen isagi like this. Such a chilling look plastered on his face. Did you say something you shouldn’t have?

He closed the distance between the both of you. Subconsciously you tilted your head to look him eye to eye.

“‘Is cause of you, doll.. You don’t know what you do to me.” he placed a hand on your shoulder, the cold water sending chills down your spine. His hair falling over his eyes, drops of water falling from them, hitting his abs. Something burned inside of you and you wanted to chase it.

“And.. since you started this.. It’s quite convenient you came in here because now you can finish what you started and I also deserve a reward for winning the game for you, don’t i? ” The cruel grin you knew all too well made an appearance and before you knew it, your knees hit the ground making you wince. Looking up to see isagi’s fat, leaking cock hanging in your face like a taunting bait.

I mean.. He’s right, isn’t he? He won the game for his sweet little girlfriend, so he should get something in return from you, right?

You looked up at him through your lashes before sticking out your tongue, licking the underside of his cock as precum dripped down it and landed on your tongue. Yoichi hissed at the pleasure of something other than his hand coming in contact with his cock.

He put his hand through your hair, tugging at the back of it.

“C’mon, no teasing, baby” he whined as if he didn't have the upperhand and could choke you with his cock whenever he wanted.

You rolled your eyes, licking the tip. Keeping your tongue out as you took him in, hollowing out your cheeks. Every inch you took in was another groan out of isagi, till it hit the back of your throat, making you gag, earning a loud moan out of your bf. Warm tears pricked your eyes - in contrast to his cold skin - isagi tried calming you down with sweet words.

“Oh, baby, look at you, you’re doing so well. My cock is balls deep down your throat. I'm so proud of you, yeah? Show me how good you are by actually sucking it. You’re doing so so good, doll”

He coos, a familiar gentleness lacing his tone.

You slowly pulled back and went back down. His balls touching your chin. Slowly picking up the pace, the faster you bobbed your head on his veiny shaft, the more verbal he got. His hands tugging at the very roots of your hair.

Every time you were about to pull away due to the lack of oxygen, he would push your head back down, harsher than the last. Tears rolled down your face and dripped down onto your thighs.

The slick mess in your lace panties distracted you from the task at hand. You squirmed feeling discomfort but not being able to go anywhere else but his cock.

The constant abuse to the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat persisted, as isagi used your pretty mouth as a fleshlight. Your jaw going numb and precum coated your lips, keeping them soft enough to glide across his length.

At some point, you stopped doing the work, only holding onto his thighs, letting him play with you. Using your hair to control your movements. Every once in a while when you look up, you’d see him throwing his head back, groaning and grunting your name or smirking at your pathetic expression.

It wasn’t long before he came, holding your head down so you had no choice but to get a mouthful of his cum. The mixture of saliva and cum dripped down your chin.

“Swallow, baby” isagi’s breathy voice reached you, swallowing up the salty white liquid. When isagi felt your throat clench around his tip, he finally pulled out, letting you gasp in the air you desperately needed.

“Sorry sweetheart.. I might’ve kinda gotten carried away..”

“Kinda?” you grumbled in a hoarse voice, getting a laugh out of isagi, he pulled you up to your feet,

“Forgive me?” he mumbled against your ear, wrapping his arms around your body.

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emoisthenewemu · 2 days ago

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TOGE INUMAKI X F! READER SMAU

A/N THERE IS LOTS OF VERY IMPORTANT TEXT AT THE BOTTOM PLS READ

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt12.5, pt14

Pt.13 “Mustard Leaf"

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Your first week back at school Inumaki avoids you like the plague. You don't think he ever looked at you once. Not when you came back into the classroom to say hi to everyone, not during conditioning (where he just so happened to be on the other side of the room at all times), not when you were being dismissed for the day and walking back to your dorms. You stand there for a while with Maki, it feels strange because you have grown so accustomed to having Inumaki walk you back to your room. But things have changed whether you like it or not. So you ignore the dull ache in your heart, looking back at the boy who definitely noticed the way you seem to be searching for him.

Turning back around you walk off, looping arms with Maki who has been uncharacteristically happy since your arrival back. Before this Maki wouldn't even hug you. He watches the back of your head, your ponytail bouncing with every step you take, your cute pink converse that you drew little stars and hearts on when the two of you were chilling in his dorm room one day. He wrote his name on them, he wonders if it's still there.

You turn around again as the boys round the corner towards their dorms, looking at person you miss most in life. The hardest part of it all-is that he is right in front of you. You had no idea it was possible to miss someone you see every day.

Maki focuses your attention back to the path in front of you, pulling you away from the trash can you almost walked into. The two of you laugh, she calls you a fucking dumbass.

Toge looks back to find the two of you giggling, it's nice to see you laugh. You've looked so sad ever since your return. His heart is warmed at the sight of you. But he catches you turning your head to get one last glimpse of him, so he looks away, acting as if he had not been stealing glances allll week.

Later that night you decide you cannot take it anymore. Siege says he's online, it's almost twelve in the morning so he has to be in his dorm. You put on a hoodie and march out there, making your way all the way across campus to the boys' dorms. They put them far apart for a reason, but you don't care. Maybe you should have out some pants on, some socks as the holes in your crocs seem to invite the cold air to go seeping through. Your body is covered in goosebumps.

You're almost there but you pause-a moment of clarity hits you.

Are you being crazy? Is this too much?

Your question is answered when you spot him standing outside. You are unaware but he is in a much similar place you are in-he would be lying if he said he wasn't walking out of his dorm with every intention to see you. That was until he actually spotted you of course, he suddenly freezes up as your figure begins to move closer.

"Toge!"

Oh fuck no.

He books it back to the entrance, but it seems he forgot-yes you are kind of fucking crazy because you chase him. Making it just in time to catch the door before he tries to open it. When did you get so fast?

"Toge no!" You plead as he tries to move your arm out of the way. And then the two of you begin to almost wrestle for the door handle, pushing your bodies against each other, using both of your strengths to your advantage. "You can't...fuck!" You stop as the boy begins to overpower you, prying your cold hands off the door. "You can't ignore me forever!"

And then you almost fall, so of course he catches you. He would never want to hurt you, but quickly releases his hold on you, slapping your hand lightly with furrowed brows. God, you annoy him sometimes. He hates the way you are fucking pouting at him; he hates the way the both of you are panting after the struggle that was trying to keep him from going back inside-he hates the fact that you are wearing shorts and no socks-shivering right before his very eyes. It's cold out here, you're going to get sick.

And then he laughs at the ridiculous situation the two of you have found yourselves in. You are definitely determined; he'll give you credit where it's due.

You giggle but are afraid to laugh too much. There's nothing funny about this actually, you need your favorite person back. He drags you inside, pulling you by the wrist and scoffing when he feels how cold your skin is. The first thing he does is grab you a blanket, wrapping it around you. And he looks down only to realize that the two of you have the same pair of crocs on. His eye twitches, yes, you annoy him.

"Sorry! I ordered them for the both of us.... thought it would be cute. That was before.... well, you know"

He rolls his eyes and sits down on his gaming chair. You sit on his bed in the same spot you always used to. It feels different now.

"Okay, so I have a lot to say, like a lot and I know for like more than half of it you're gonna be like 'well what the fuck does that have to do with me?' and you're right but I just need you to understand where I'm coming from. Why I am the way I am" You begin, looking up at the ceiling as you nervously rock your leg up and down.

He nods, purple eyes taking in every inch of you. You look so afraid.

You take the biggest sigh of your life, it feels like you can finally breathe. "Okay! So basically, when I was young my parents were in a fucking cult-the star religious group, time vessel association, whatever the fuck. And like it was really weird and scary; they were super obsessed with me and my brother. Wanted to use our power for who knows what so they would do these like experiments on us and make us do really weird shit. Honestly, I can't even remember most of it. Pretty sure I blocked that all out but just know it was fucked up. So then when I'm a bit older this guy takes over and everything gets like a million times weirder, and he starts telling us that all non-curse users need to be wiped out-that they're not pure. So understandably my parents got really scared and they wanted to leave but my brother didn't! He got really close to the dude actually and started becoming a part of whatever they were doing so he refused to go"

You breathe again and he waits, you are sure he's sick and tired of listening to you speak. You wish you could hear him speak. "And long story short, they killed him. I don't know how, my parents won't tell me, but he was like their golden child so obviously they took it really hard and that's when they started hating curse users. They ended up joining another religion-another cult that is arguably just as bad.... they did actual fucking exorcisms on me to try and drain me of my power! But it never worked"

And you begin to choke up, bottom lip wobbling at how crazy this must sound. It's exactly why you never spoke about it to anyone-you're ashamed. "And I think the only reason they let me fucking come to this school is because my brother wanted to go.... but they always fucking told me if I did one thing wrong-anything they didn't like they would bring me back home. You have no idea how many times I would meet random guys, sometimes even grown ass men that they would tell me I might marry one day....c-cause' they don't want me to end up with another curse users" A tear falls from your eye, you wipe it away with your sweater.

"They just hate me and everything I am! It hurts so much all I ever wanted was to impress them! And I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me I just need you to understand that what I did was never because of you. That you weren't enough because Toge I have never met anyone like you before! You are so so amazing and I wish I would have told you that sooner I was just afraid....and I was always in fear of what direction my life would go. Always so uncertain of what my future was gonna be.... dating anyone was the last thing on my mind. If anything, it made me hate all guys and want nothing to do with them!"

You are basically full-on sobbing by this point, ugly crying-God you feel so embarrassed. "I just wanted them to be proud of me! It's the only reason I said yes when he asked. I thought if I did something that makes them happy while also being a sorcerer they would change their minds and let me stay....because Inumaki the only thing worse than living my life wanting you would be living it without you"

"And fuck! I am just so so sorry I hurt you! I can't believe I did that to you! You deserve so much better and I-"

"Stop!" He finally speaks; the blue light of his computer makes his marking more visible than ever. You think they look so beautiful on him.

You are frozen not because you wish to be but because you have no other choice. It is like you have no free will; it almost scares you.

But he stands up and hugs you. You feel so comforted and complete, it is a feeling that nobody, certainly not even your parents have made you feel. You feel safe. You keep crying but he doesn't mind, he pets your hair and just allows you to let it all out. You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but he pulls away when you finally stop. And he wordlessly drags you to the bathroom, giving you tissues and letting you wash your face before grabbing you some water.

"T-thank you Toge" You hiccup as the two of you find your ways back to sitting on his bed.

He feels bad. He had no idea all of that would be at play. He was just so caught up in you that he forgot about everything else, that life happens and not everything will go the way it's supposed to. Or maybe it does because you sit here in his arms, and it feels like the biggest weight has finally been lifted off of your chest.

He is holding you, one arm wrapped across your back and the other rests on your hip. Your head is resting on his chest, listening to his abnormally fast heartbeat but you won't question it-yours is beating fast too.

"Mustard leaf" I forgive you.

You would cry if you did not weep all your tears already. Finally, things are okay. "You're very special to me Toge. I wish I could...indulge on how I feel about you but i just can't. Not right now"

"Shhh" He comforts you, he understands. Maybe you should find a place to live in between school seasons before you worry about him. He kisses the top of your head and the two of you stay that way for a while.

The two of you stay up until morning comes, playing scary Minecraft mods and genuinely laughing together for the first time in weeks.

It feels right.

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elliesglock · 2 days ago

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Azzi go with Paige bad live!!!

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this live yalll 🚶🏼‍♀️‍➡️ unserious asf. first of all quit playing in my face kk with the my man comments you are so sick. i like how she switches from the my man comments to laughing at the baby stud comment like gurllll we know what you are 😭 don't even have to spell it out.

first of all, paige looking all fine in this live azzi i see why you were having some trouble studying in this live wooowweeeeee.

so there's gonna be some big time jumps in between everything because we don't see azzi a lot. however paige has never been subtle about her girl so we still get some lovelyyyt moments.

in the beginning of the live, amari walks in and they start laughing at her cause "her man's" over. kk leaves to go introduce the guy to the live and imo paige follows her out. she obv goes straight to her girl it sounds like and is giggling and laughing with her while kk's in amari's room. this probably why she's so irritated later in the live cause she can't know one moment of peace with paige 😭.

they come back into paige's room and kk sets down the camera. paige is so close to that camera like honey back up please i can feel that breath. she's staring HARDDDDDD at those comments and that's when a comment pops up that makes me want to shoot people. "paige with azzi real bad 🙄🙄". LIKE??? and ofc this nosey ass girl JUMPSSSS to touch the screen and read the comment. her eyes get all wide and she taps kk, she's laughing and kk starts laughing too. like they know yall. the way p's eyes LOCK DOWN when she sees azzi's name in the chat in general. it so gives who's talking about my girl? what they know about her? why are yall mentioning her? UGH PROTECTIVE P YOU ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. kk pushes paige in a joking way but you can tell she's so over them and us lololol. she's like i already have to hear them 24/7 talking about each other and now yall are giving them even more opportunities to mention one another GET OUTTTT.

skip to a little later, i think p's missing her girl a little bit and says, "get azzi on live." yall this whole live she's literally talking and wanting azzi to come in the room. she's mad because azzi's taking an exam and is so far (3 feet) away from her. kk kinda pauses and goes, "hmm?" like babe im just gonna pretend you didn't say that. i've heard you talking about this girl all day 🙄. live pauses for a second and im not sure if its kk doing it in case p says something or if it's just that uconn internet. i'm sure it's because of that toaster wifi. there's a interesting little moment next i wanted to bring up cause i find it funny. someone in the comments says, "kk should i get back with my ex?" and kk kinda hesitates and goes, "nooo..?" and paige says no as well. kk laughs at this. in a manner where it's sorta like she's saying girl you know damn well you did. she's basically calling out p subtly cause she knows she got back with azzi and she thinks she's being a hypocrite. that's just my interpretation according to my timeline. p's thinking of her freshman days oop. the comment replies back and says they were dating for 3 months and both of them say yeahhhh let it go. p confident as hell in her answer cause she knows she had azzi for so long and knew she was hella right for fighting for her back i know that's rightttttt.

someone in the comments asks where's azzi? kk reads it out and paige immediately says yeah go get her like she was waiting for the opportunity to speak or even see her girl again. THIS GIRL IS SICK IN LOVE YALL. she also has this....tone when she says it. veryyyy sensual. kk walks out of the room and goes up to azzi. also i'd like to point out HOW CRAZY it is that azzi's just posted up in paige's dorm room (that's not even a's dorm room btw) and she's just chilling doing an exam. azzi's a better soldier than me because the fact she's doing an exam with the literal LOUDEST most obnoxious woman ever near here is straight willpower. but since she's been caught doing hw before multiple times with paige i think she likes to do it in her dorm room. imo it's because if she gets a little frustrated she can go to p and have a little break and some snuggles before locking back in. and she knows p will help her and do whatever she needs to get through the assignment mentally and physically. p's her rock and that's always how it's gonna be. kk says azzi wants a cowboy hat from the live and azzi says nooooo in that cute little pouty voice she has. you can hear p GIGGLE in the back like a little school girl and i just find it so funny because she's definitely hanging over the edge of her bed watching the interaction to get some of her azzi time in. going back to what i saying earlier, i think az's a little upset because of her homework ofc but also because she's having a hard time and she can't go and cuddle like she's used to with p because kk's in there on live :(. poor azzi baby you'll make it out. kk asks if she's okay (like genuinely worried aweee) and azzi says she's taking an exam. kk goes ohhh and leaves immediately. paige obv is hanging onto every word because she pipes up and yells, "that's! don't let her- she's not taking an exam." GIRL HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?? she just wanna tease azzi every chance she gets. kk walks away and go back to p's room and as she's walking in she makes eye contact with paige. as if p was already staring at her and giggling for teasing azzi. they both start laughing. girlll leave my princess alone damnn. kk says "she is actually" and p responds and says "is she?" and i just want to point out whenever paige says something about azzi or is talking about her she gets this tone of voice. her voice goes deep and she speaks very lowly and flirty like. almost like the thought of azzi gets her feeling something and it translates into her voice. SHOOT ME IF YOU WANT TO BUT IM JUST SAYING.

later on, kk brings up wanting to see sabrina and steph in a three point shooting contest. paige not being able to help herself says, "my moneys on azzi." like when it comes to repping your girl yall are not fucking with p at alllllll. again, it's like she's bringing up az cause she misses her and her girls away from her :(. i know my friends and i do that whenever we're missing our significant others, we'll just bring them into conversation more because we're thinking about them heavily. kk sorta laughs and goes off camera for a second because she knows it's soooo goofy of paige to bring up azzi out of no where when the topic wasn't even about az. by god paige will make it about her tho. however, she comes back on screen and daps up paige almost like she's saying yeahhhh im tryna get like you in the future and rep my girl like that!! they both say "you already knowwwww!" and the first thought that came to my mind was dang p is so in love with azzi's talent and she wants everybody to know that's her girl and that's her goat. i mean she does it all the time saying azzi is the best player in the world.

kk sees a comment that says "i got my money on azzi lol" that's making fun of p. she laughs for a second and hands the phone to p to show her. p laughs with her little azzi smile reading it before repeating you already knowwwww. she's subtly hinting again that that's her girl and she WILL be her biggest fan and yall are not allowed to be at all. kk goofily says "and we're gonna end the live" at the comment and they both laugh.

they move on, but p can't stop talking about her girl for 5 minutes. again, because she's thinking about her and wants her to come homeeeeee (her room). she'd rather rip her skin off than not bring up azzi. so she says, "she's not even taking the test no more." she's so desperate it's soooo hiliarious. kk pipes in and says yeahhh she's chatting! p agrees. she needs to go mess with her again, so she brings in the big guns and both her and kk go in this time. kk goes in and says "are you okay" and I KNOWWWW az is giving her the dirtiest look and kk looks a little scared now. but fret not p knows she can mess with her and azzi will never get madddddd cause that's her girl and she loves her (at least in p's delusional head she thinks azzi won't say anything to her). so here's comes this loud ass bitch screaming " AZZIIIII!" and i know az's body immediately tenses up cause girl me too. and then paige screams, AZZI again. it's giving a little kid trying to get their moms attention fr 😭 she seems so done and defeated when she says, "no paige pls im almost done seriously." and she's truly begging for her life cause she knows p will keep annoying her. p obv gets very sassy and pouty and doesn't like this cause she goes, "WHAT THE HE....." before kk mutes her. they probs bicker for a calm little ten seconds and p ofc loses and tucks her tail between her legs. next time we see p she's sitting on the bed again playing her game, oh azzi put belt to asssssss!! she said SIT YO ASS DOWN I NEED TO FINISH THIS. and no matter how loud and sassy p is she's gonna do what her princess says.

kk leaves and goes to go to other peoples dorms. but the legend says azzi stayed and finished her final and went to paige's room and stayed the night 🤫 i just find it so funny as kk's leaving she says goodnight to both of them it just gives she's saying goodnight to her moms and leaving their room before going to sleep. it's so adorable. my kk pazzi's kid agenda IS UPPPPP rn.

that's it yall, thanks for reading!!!

(also aliyah and aubrey at the end isssssss soooo cute)

#gabi's anons 💜

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starpoweredv1b · 1 day ago

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With finding out you do like JJK, I gift you this drabble with Nanami.

Nanami isn't a dad. He is still single, and his life is still all about punching that time card. That is until one day, when he is getting off, a colleague begs him for a favor.

"My daughter normally takes the train home, but with all those reports of chikan reports lately, do you think you could possibly take her home?"

She is lucky that Nanami is such a stand-up guy and agrees. Taking time out of his valuble off time, he drives to the nearby college to wait. Still in his suit and tie, he is leaned against the side of his expensive car, always the gentleman he plans to open the door. He gets appreciative looks from girls passing by, but he has no interest in any of them. 'To young' he thinks to himself, that is until he sees his little soon to be passanger. Bright eyes look around the parking lot on the phone with someone, stretching up on tiptoes to try to get a better vantage. Silly little girl, don't you know that isn't how seeing better at a distance works? When she finally catches sight of him, she hangs up the phone and makes her way over to him with a bright smile to match those bright eyes.

"Mr. Nanami?" she asks once she gets close enough to be heard, sweet voice filling his brain like cotton candy and she was just so tiny as she stood in front of him. She would be easy to pick up. Hell, he could do it with one arm if she didn't squirm. Maybe even if she did. "Yes. Your mother sent me to take you home." he says. His voice was full of authority, but still polite. He put his hand out for her bag, but instead, she placed her own small hand in his mistaking it for a handshake instead. Everything about her was tiny. No wonder her mother was worried and asked him to go get her daughter. He would never do anything to her against her will.

In the car, he was now trapped with her smell, too, trying to make idle conversation, but it was hard when she smelt exactly like a vanilla cupcake. It's not the cheap perfume type either. "I'm going to school to be a baker." she proudly tells him the smile on her face makes him want to ruin it with his cock down her throat, but he waits. Ever the gentleman that he is. He doesn't even get home before he is fisting his cock roughly to the scent of her still in his car and texting her mother that he would be more than happy to keep picking up her daughter and making sure she got home safe, free of charge of course.

Over the weeks, he slowly starts getting his little passenger used to his touch. A hand on her back as he guided her to the car. Pushing her hair out of her pretty face when she looks up at him. No, he didn't just trail his fingertips down her face. Everything is slow and methodical until she greets him with a hug after a bad day. Tests and her partner burnt the confections they were working on. She huffed and crossed her little arms as her adorably plump and glossed lips pouted. God did he want those lips around his thumb as he absolutely wrecked her. She wouldn't have to have bad days like this if she dropped out of college and moved in with him. She could make him cute little deserts and breads and he could stuff her tiny cunt full of his hot loads every day. It would be absolutely perfect.

She didn't notice his hand on her thigh. She didn't notice it slipped up and up until he was squeezing the fat of her thigh. She didn't say anything when they ended up at his apartment instead of her home, but she did say, "Please." when she ended up across his lap in his secluded parking spot, making a mess all over the front of his pants

Turns out, she was playing the game as much as he was.

-🐱

🐱 anon singlehandedly feeding this account i swear!!! thank you for the gift it made me (s)cream trust.

making reader into his little housewife slowly but surely, god it definitely drives him crazy just imagining her all rounded and glowing with their kid one day, wearing an apron as she bakes for him. thinking about it would literally lead to him going extra deep if he's fucking her. whispering how good she's doing for him as he spears her open to her cervix. circling her clit with callous experienced fingers as he thrusts deep.

he's also the type to give forehead kisses as he cums deep inside. he'll have his hands on the backs of her thighs, her feet on the broad of his shoulders, and cock head kissing the curve of her cervix as he holds her in a mating press. he'll kiss her forehead so sweetly as he bullies her loaded cunt oh my god i need this man so so bad.

also this inspired me to one day write about burnt out salaryman nanami as a chikan. thank you 🐱 anon i am in love with your asks.

#☆.thirsts #☆.🐱#tw.dark content #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #age g4p

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whimsicalpolitical · 3 days ago

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wait im going crazy i need a ross smut when he's drunk after some big party like a wedding or smth like that, and he's all cute and cuddly but also horny for you and wants to marry you but also fuck you thank you that's all

okay okayy, combining this with the first ever subby!ross of me

you’re seated outside at a long wooden table with matty, george, and ross. the three of them are in the middle of one of their usual arguments, but ross is far drunker than usual, his deep, rumbling laugh getting louder and louder with every word matty says. it’s the kind of laugh that makes everyone else laugh, too, infectious and warm, even if you don’t know what’s so funny.

“you’re talking shit, mate,” ross laughs, “that’s not how it went at all. i was there. i saw you knock him out.”

“bollocks!” matty shoots back, “you’re just trying to make me look bad. fucking dickhead started bitching about something.”

ross smirks at him but doesn’t bother replying, instead leaning into you even further until his forehead brushes against your shoulder. it’s sweet, the way he seems to gravitate toward you instinctively, his hand never once leaving your thigh. you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, your lips curling into a fond smile at the sight of his flushed cheeks and slightly unfocused gaze.

“you’re the worst drunk,” you murmur, glancing at him with an amused smile as matty throws his hands up in frustration, clearly losing the argument to an unbothered ross.

ross grins at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. “nah. best drunk. you love it.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it. you do love it, the way he gets clingy and affectionate, his inhibitions melting away until all that’s left is his unfiltered adoration for you.

after a while, you stand, leaning into ross’s ear to whisper, “i’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.”

ross’s head snaps up immediately, his arm tightening around you like he’s afraid to let you go. “alright then, let’s go.”

“ross,” you say, exasperated but laughing. “i’ll be back in two minutes.”

“definitely not,” he insists, already standing unsteadily. “i’m coming with you.”

before you can argue, he’s taking your hand, his fingers warm and slightly clammy as he laces them with yours. matty and george exchange knowing looks but say nothing, clearly enjoying the show.

“this place is fucking posh,” he mumbles as you approach the bathrooms, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sleek, modern design. he stops dead in his tracks, peering at one of the doors like it’s offended him personally. “is that… is that only for one person?”

you bite back a laugh, nodding. “yeah, ross,“

he lets out an incredulous huff, shaking his head. “ridiculous. and it’s this big?”

“you’re drunk,” you say, grinning as you gently tug him toward the door. “wait here, alright? i’ll be two minutes.”

he grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t let go of your hand until you give him a pointed look. when you finally emerge, he’s leaning against the wall, his long frame looking entirely out of place in the too-fancy hallway. the moment he sees you, his face lights up, and he’s on you in an instant, his hands finding your waist as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“missed you,” he mumbles, his lips trailing down to your temple.

“did you?” you laugh.

“mhm,” he hums, “loads.”

ross hastily pulls back and raises his eyebrows, pushing the bathroom door back open and trying to tug you inside.

“ross,” you laugh, your voice coming out in a breathless huff as he pinches your side gently, making you stumble backward into the bathroom. “what are you doing?”

“c’mere,” he murmurs, closing the door behind him as he steps closer, his hands firm on your hips.

you shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “ross, the program’s starting in fifteen minutes. we need to—”

“plenty of time,” he interrupts, his voice low and a little gravelly. “don’t you think?”

you narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. “plenty of time for what?”

he doesn’t answer, at least not with words. instead, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s soft at first, almost tentative, before it deepens. his hands slide up your sides, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

“ross,” you mumble against his lips, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “we really—”

“shh,” he murmurs, one hand moving to cradle your face as he presses his forehead against yours. “just one more minute, yeah? let me have this.”

your resolve crumbles instantly, and you sigh, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest as you kiss him again. his lips are warm and a little rough, tasting faintly of whiskey and champagne, and it’s dizzying, the way he kisses you like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

when you finally pull back, his eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips curled into a lazy, satisfied smile.

“program,” you try reminding him again.

“darling,” he starts, “d’you want me to behave during the program?”

“obviously,” you roll your eyes playfully.

ross nods and slips out of his jacket to neatly hang it up one of the hooks on the wall.

you frown and watch as he rolls up his sleeves and tugs at his tie to losen it up.

“what are you doing- stop,” you try to stop his hand but he already removes it from his neck, “ross.”

“what?” he gives you his best puppy dog eyes and his stupid grin with his more stupid dimples, “don’t wanna make a mess, m’being very considerate.”

“of what?”

ross steps toward you, his expression soft but playful. he stops in front of you, tilting his head down slightly to meet your gaze. “f’ you,” he murmurs, sliding his hands to your waist.

before you can respond—or escape—he hooks his hands under your thighs with an ease that has you squeaking in protest, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“ross!” you whisper-shout, your hands clutching his shoulders instinctively as he carries you a few steps and sets you down on the edge of the sink.

“m’ gonna behave during, i promise. need you now though.”

ross begins to kiss your cheek as sweet as possible, then your jaw and then he’s already nipping at your neck and whispering pleas into your skin.

“can i eat you out, love?”

you would lie if you’d say you weren’t absolutely turned on by your boyfriend. you’re not used to him being so impatient and desperate. it’s always you. and he’s always being a tease about it, so why won’t you be?

“say please again, sounded so pretty.”

ross groans softly and pulls back to look at you.

“just want to make you feel good, darling. can i? please,” he whispers the last word and his hands are already sliding up your thighs to hitch up the fabric of your dress.

you stop his hands and raise your eyebrows to try to get more out of him.

ross knows you enjoy this, he’s just gonna go along and it’s not like he doesn’t want you to have the upper hand at some point. to just take what you want, what you need.

“pretty please, darling. i really need to have a taste, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress and i’ll go mental if i can’t make you feel good in it.”

you feel hot listening to him and at this point you physically can’t deny him of anything.

“jesus- yes, alright.”

“thank you, darling,” he smiles and gives you a gentle and soft kiss to your lips.

his hand slides up your thigh further and reveals your new, black lace panties.

“fuck, these are new ones, aren’t they?” he observes and slides a finger under the waistband to feel the fabric.

you inhale sharply at the closeness to your wet cunt.

“yeah, wanted to surprise you tonight actually,” you smile, “early surprise then.”

“i love them,” he says, “they’re gorgeous.”

ross licks his lips and goes through his beard with his hands while thinking and then he already speaks again.

“lift your hips for me, please?”

you do so and he slides the fabric down your legs and over your heals.

“if they’re a present i’m gladly gonna take them.”

you giggle but then you feel a voracious shiver, not only because of the cold on your legs, but because you are so close and he is touching you so masterfully, letting his fingertips slide along the inside of your thigh, he can already feel the heat radiating off your skin as he trails lower, touching every part of your skin that he can reach.

“fuckin’ hell, so ready for me,” ross lifts his left arm to take a glance at the watch, “i’ll try to hurry, even though it breaks my heart.”

before you know it, he is already between your legs, hooking his hands under your thighs to spread your legs apart gently, nuzzling his nose along your inner thigh, inhaling your scent.

“can i ask you to do something?” he asks.

you nod and smile, “of course.”

“hold your dress,” he says while he takes your hand and puts it on top of the fabric, “don’t want to ruin it.”

your hand automatically grips the fabric and it’s a not so good replacement to his hair actually. you really can’t ruin his hair. it would take too long to fix it and you can’t waste time.

“can’t wait any longer,” he mumbles more to himself and then he looks up at you, the desire in his eyes mirroring yours as he presses a soft kiss right on your clit, making it throb in response.

his tongue dances slowly and deliberately along your folds, licking all the way up, savoring your taste as soft whimpers escaped your lips, his hands now on your inner thighs, keeping them spread wide for him to feast on you.

“fuck,” ross groans, “need you all the time. love you so much, s’my absolute favorite taste.”

he’s not lying. ross loves to spend his time on his knees. getting you off on his mouth or his fingers is as much pleasure for him as being inside of you.

“oh, fuck,” you whine.

ross’ tongue is warm and velvety as he pushes it through your slick folds. it’s killing you to not grip him and hold him there. you gasp as he continues to lap into you with a hunger and passion that leaves you trembling with need.

"mhm, love this, darling," he murmurs, his words sending a delicious thrill down your spine as he swirls his tongue around your swollen clit, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

you can't help but let out a cascade of moans and whimpers as he begins to move your hips in rhythm with his ministrations, making you gently grind against his face as he continues to worship you with his mouth.

“ross, y-you’re so good.”

“deserve it,” he mumbles while he continues to rock you against his face.

the sound of your moans echoing through the room only drives him further, his movements becoming more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. you cunt pulses with desire.

your head is spinning, the sensations overwhelming you.

“ross,” you whisper-moan again, needing more. anything.

ross hums into your cunt.

"feels so good..." you manage to say between the whimpers and moans. he swirls his tongue around your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping it lower to tease your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

"more?" he asks with a muffled voice.

"y-yes," you answer.

his answer is his tongue delving inside you, stopping only when he moves his lips so he can suck your clit hard. your breathy and desperate moans only turn him on, his fingers almost penetrating your flesh to keep your legs spread wide as he eats you out relentlessly.

“thats it, feel good, love,” he moans against your flesh, his nose pressing on your clit as he devours you ravenously, lapping at your core and drinking you greedily. "s’ fucking perfect," he hisses, feeling his own desire throbbing between his legs as he works you higher and higher

“baby, fuck”, you moan, “m’ so close, so-“

ross moves more eager now, his only mission to make you feel good. to cloud your mind the rest of the evening so you’ll be even more pent up later.

“need you, love. need it,” he groans.

the coil in your stomach tightens, and you can already feel the familiar sweet, honeyed sensation fill you up. warmth moving through your nerves and seeping deep into your bones. your eyes are already closed, eyes sightlessly moving around beneath your lids.

ross can't resist anymore, reaching a hand down to his pants, rubbing himself through the material. you see his movements, but can't bring yourself to stop him when his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

“good?” you ask, smiling at him.

ross slowly opens his eyes to you looking down at him with a small smile. he returns it and leads his hand to your cunt in front of him.

“sorry,” he says, “all yours again.”

he slowly enters two of his fingers and draws a loud moan out of you which you have to stop by biting your lip.

“close,” you whine again.

his fingers move deeper, motions precise. the pads of his fingers nudge that soft spot deep in your cervix, and your legs are clamping closed, only held open by his bobbing head.

"ross,” you moan, "oh god, fuck- ross, honey, please," soft words bubble from your lips, your brain too pleasure-frazzled to form any other, more coherent requests.

ross’ fingers continue their movements, his tongue moves up and down your cunt.

the coil snaps. his tongue plunges deep inside you, tasting along the spongy walls of your cunt.

all it takes is one simple movement from ross.

his thumb circles your clit once, twice, his nose nudges your clit closer to his thumb - and you're suppressing all your moans.

"ross," you cry out as your back arches off the marble ground completely. your hips still held down by ross’ strong arms intertwined around them, holding you hostage to his pleasure.

“thank you,” he mumbles, “fuck.”

as every alarm in your fried brain goes off, telling you to stop the stimulation before you go insane, your hips yet continue to move, jerky circles following ross’ still ongoing torment.

and ross doesn't deprive you of any pleasure - his tongue still rapidly laps at your juices. the movements of his thumb on your clit are gentle, however. slow, deliberate and soft circles.

“stop,” you push his shoulder away, “too much, ross. no time,” you manage to breathe out.

with a quiet groan ross moves away, his beard glistening in the expensive light.

he licks his tongue over his lips and smiles up at your dreamy state.

“thank you, love. think i’m sober now actually.”

your breath is heavily moving up and down while you try to collect yourself.

“okay- jesus,” you begin to ramble, “we need to fix ourselves up.”

you shift, smoothing your dress back into place, but his hands tighten for just a second before he loosens them. “taste yourself,” he says quietly, his voice low and rough, and then he’s leaning forward before you can respond, kissing you.

it’s slow at first, his lips soft and coaxing, but then he slips his tongue past yours, and you let out the smallest whine against him. ross hums into the kiss, his hand sliding up to the curve of your hip, and you feel him shift—his hips pressing forward, his belt buckle clicking faintly against the sink.

you pull back with a breathless laugh, your forehead brushing his. “next hour’s gonna be torture for you.”

ross exhales sharply, shaking his head like he’s trying to collect himself, but his lips twitch in a faint, boyish grin. “yeah, no shit.”

you hop off the counter, smoothing your dress as you glance at him over your shoulder. “come on,” you say, grabbing his tie, “let’s make you look presentable again.”

his hands fall to his sides, and he lets you tug him closer, his eyes locked on yours the whole time. as you tie the knot, he smirks faintly, his voice low. “i think i’m perfectly fine the way i am.”

you shoot him a look, one brow raised. “not exactly appropriate for company,” you mutter, tightening the tie and brushing it flat against his chest.

“appropriate’s boring.”

you sigh dramatically but can’t hold back the small smile tugging at your lips. “you’re impossible,” you mutter, reaching for his jacket.

he slips into it, his movements slow, and you can feel his gaze on you as you fix his lapels. his voice softens as he says, “you’re gorgeous, you know that?”

“you’ve been telling me quite often today, yes.”

ross just shrugs, his grin turning a bit more smug as he leans against the counter, watching you grab a few paper towels. when you step closer, tilting his chin up to wipe at his beard, his hands find your waist again, a lazy, possessive touch.

“you really do need to behave now,” you say firmly, tossing the paper towels into the bin, giving him a pointed look.

“will i get a reward if i do, then?”

you smirk, stepping closer, your hands brushing over his jacket. “depends how well you behave,” you murmur, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, “but let’s just say… anything you want.”

his pupils dilate, his hands tightening on your waist for a split second, but then he inhales sharply, blinking like he’s trying to snap himself out of it. he lets out a low chuckle, pushing off the counter and straightening his jacket.

“right,” he mutters, giving you one last, lingering look before he strides toward the door, his steps steady despite the tension still written in his shoulders. “hurry, love. programs starting, i think.”

the program's underway, and ross hasn’t let up. his hand finds a home on your thigh under the tablecloth, thumb absentmindedly stroking over your skin in slow circles. every few minutes, you feel his fingers squeeze, firm and needy, like he can’t quite help himself.

he's drinking more, too. each time his glass gets refilled, ross tips it back a little quicker, his already-flushed cheeks deepening in color, the booze only amplifying his shamelessness. it’s subtle at first—the way he shifts in his chair, one leg bouncing restlessly. but soon, he’s adjusting himself blatantly, pulling at the fabric of his trousers like it’s unbearable, like it’s all too much.

“you alright there, ross?” you whisper with a smirk, though you already know the answer.

he lets out a strained laugh, leaning in close enough that you feel the heat of his breath against your ear. “can’t anymore, love,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “hurts.”

you snort, biting back a laugh as you shake your head at him. “it’s your own fault,” you shoot back.

ross groans softly, resting his forehead against your shoulder for a moment. “well, you’re hot, love,” he mumbles like it’s the most obvious excuse in the world, his lips brushing against the bare skin of your collarbone as he speaks.

your stomach flips, but you play it cool, nudging him gently with your elbow. “behave,” you warn, though there’s no real heat behind it.

he doesn’t answer, just sits back in his chair, head tipped slightly to the side as he watches you. it’s almost enough to distract you from the speeches happening at the front of the room.

a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd makes you jump slightly, snapping you out of it. ross uses the distraction to lean in again, his fingers pressing harder into your thigh this time.

“d’you want me to beg again? s’that gonna help me in any way?” he asks.

“i’m afraid not. i’ll remember this though, you being this nice and desperate for me.” he still looks at you like a lost puppy, “later, ross.”

he sighs heavily, slumping back in his seat in defeat. but his hand stays on your thigh, his grip tightening just enough to remind you exactly how badly he’s struggling.

for now, you let him suffer.

he was good during the rest of the program, struggling but good enough to not try to get anything from you.

when the bride and groom finally step onto the dance floor for their first dance, the lights dim, and the room falls into a hush. the soft glow from the chandeliers casts a golden halo around them as the music starts—a slow, romantic song that seems to wrap itself around them. ross leans in toward you, his lips brushing against your ear.

“they look good together, don’t they?”

you smile, tilting your head toward him slightly. “they do. they look so happy.”

he hums in agreement, his fingers tapping lightly against your knee now. “makes you wonder how long they’ve been planning this. every little detail, you know? that archway earlier? ridiculous. in a good way, though.”

“it’s worth it,” you say softly, watching as the bride laughs while the groom spins her gently. “for a moment like that? it’s all worth it.”

he doesn’t say anything for a while, just leans back in his chair and watches, his expression unreadable. you glance at him, wondering what’s going through his head, but before you can ask, the music shifts slightly, signaling the end of the first dance.

the DJ’s voice comes through the speakers. “alright, everyone, let’s get this party started! grab a partner, grab a friend, and get out on the dance floor!”

people start moving, laughter and chatter filling the room again. you think nothing of it until ross stands suddenly, holding a hand out to you.

“would you like to dance with me?”

you blink up at him, caught off guard. “you want to dance?”

his lips twitch into a small smile, and he tilts his head. “yeah, why not? come on.”

his hand is still there, steady and waiting, and there’s something about the way he looks at you—so sure, so certain—that makes it impossible to say no.

you slide your hand into his, and he helps you to your feet, his grip warm and firm. your heart does a funny little flip when he doesn’t let go, even as he starts leading you toward the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until he finds a spot that seems good enough for him.

his hand settles on your waist as he pulls you close, his other hand still holding yours. the two of you start to sway, his movements slow and easy, matching the rhythm of the song perfectly.

“you’re not terrible at this,” you tease, a small smile playing on your lips as you look up at him.

he raises an eyebrow, his mouth twitching like he’s fighting a grin. “not terrible? darling, i’m bloody brilliant at this.”

“oh, brilliant now?”

“absolutely.” his tone is mock serious as he spins you lightly, just enough to make you laugh, and when he pulls you back into his arms, his hand on your waist slides just a little higher. “better than most, i’d say.”

you roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest makes it impossible to argue.

his lips brush your cheek then, so soft you almost don’t feel it. you glance up at him, but he’s already pulling back, his expression casual, like it’s nothing.

but then he does it again.

and again.

“ross,” you whisper, laughing softly. “what are you doing?”

“nothing,” he murmurs, though the way his lips curl at the corners gives him away.

you shake your head, leaning it against his shoulder as the two of you continue to sway. “god, i love weddings,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

his hand tightens on your waist, pulling you even closer. “is that a dream of yours?” he asks, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“what, weddings?”

he hums. “yeah. getting married. is that something you want?”

you look up at him, your brows furrowing slightly. “of course it is.”

he stares at you for a moment, his eyes flicking between yours. then, so softly you almost don’t hear him, he says, “marry me then.”

you blink, caught completely off guard. “ross—”

“i mean it.” his voice is low, almost pleading, and his hand on your waist grips just a little tighter. “marry me. i’d do it right now if i could.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “you’ve had too much to drink.”

he frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly. “you don’t believe me?”

“ross—”

“i’m serious.” his hand moves to cradle your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he stares at you, his gaze so intense it makes your breath hitch. “darling, i want to marry you. i’d marry you right here, right now, if you’d let me.”

your heart stutters, and for a moment, you’re not sure what to say. “i love you.”

“i love you,” he whispers back, “i love you.”

you giggle when he places a soft kiss onto the top of your nose.

“so?” he asks.

you smile, your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. “ask me again when you’re sober, yeah?”

“i will,” he promises, his voice soft but sure. “and you better say yes.”

“we’ll see.”

you continue slow dancing for a few songs, keep on looking at each other and with every minute that goes by you’re getting more desperate as well.

you need way more than what happened in the bathroom. you want to give ross what he wants.

he buries his face in your neck, his beard grazing your skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your throat. “what are you thinking about?” he mumbles, “can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier, hm?”

“you wish,” you murmur, smoothing your fingers over his hair.

“mm, yeah,” he admits, nosing along your jaw. “i do. that would mean you’d give in.”

you shudder when his lips find the shell of your ear, his voice turning softer, more insistent.

“noticed you too, y’know,” he whispers, dragging his hands down your back, settling them low on your hips. “the way you looked at me in the bathroom. you liked it, didn’t you? having my mouth on you, my tongue fucking you open—”

“ross,” you warn, heat pooling low in your stomach.

“s’alright,” he soothes, kissing your cheek, slow and lingering. “just sayin’. got you all flustered now, haven’t i? you’re breathing so hard, love.”

you are. embarrassingly so.

he pulls back just enough to look at you properly, eyes dark, lips twitching up at the corners. “fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.

you try to school your expression, pretend like he doesn’t affect you as much as he does, but he sees right through it. always does.

“c’mon, love,” he coaxes, leaning in again, his teeth grazing your jaw this time, his voice all honeyed and coaxing. “don’t fight me on this. you want me just as bad, don’t you?”

you don’t answer, but you don’t need to.

ross groans, like the mere thought of you wanting him back is enough to ruin him. his grip tightens, his body pressing even closer to yours.

“need you,” he whispers, barely audible, but you hear it like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. “please, love. i mean it.”

your resolve cracks, splinters into nothing.

you fist a hand in his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, messy and desperate. he moans into it, hands slipping lower.

“fuck,” he breathes, stumbling backward, nearly losing his balance before catching himself. he laughs, breathless, dizzy with alcohol and arousal. “think i might need you to lead the way, love.”

you shake your head, laughing too, but it’s just as breathless. just as needy.

“c’mon then, macdonald,” you say, tugging him by the collar.

he grins, following without hesitation.

ross stumbles as you tug him along, his feet barely keeping up with yours, but he doesn’t care. he’s grinning, all dimpled and flushed, looking at you like you’ve hung the stars just for him.

“where we going, love?” he slurs, but he follows anyway, unwavering, his grip on your hand firm like he never wants to let go.

“there’s, like, a barn upstairs,” you say, giggling as you glance back at him. “beautiful though. i’ve helped to make it more comfortable—there are blankets and everything.”

“a barn?”

“a barn,” you confirm, dragging him up the stairs, your legs wobbly with alcohol and anticipation.

“god, i love you,” he breathes, the words slipping out so easily, so effortlessly, it makes your chest ache.

you push open the door, revealing the space you’ve set up—soft blankets piled in the center, the dim glow of fairy lights casting everything in warm gold. it smells like wood and old hay, but in a comforting way, something earthy and safe.

ross exhales sharply, his fingers flexing around yours. “fuck,” he mutters. “this is—fuck.”

you giggle again, giddy, stepping backward toward the blankets, pulling him with you. “you like it?”

ross shakes his head, like he can’t believe you, like he’s utterly ruined by you. “love it,” he says, but he’s not talking about the barn. he’s looking at you, the way your hair catches the light, the way your lips part slightly as you watch him.you reach for him, fingers hooking into the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. he goes willingly, crashing into you, hands finding your waist, your hips, your thighs. he groans against your mouth, drinking in your laughter, your warmth.

“been thinking about you all night,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours. “all fucking night.”

“yeah?” you murmur, hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin.

“yeah,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. “gonna make you feel so fucking good, love. right here. in this little barn.”

you laugh again, but it’s cut off by ross kissing you, deep and slow, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

“is this safe? no one’s gonna come in the next hour?” he asks while throwing his tie next to you and his shirt next.

“no, don’t think so,” you smile.

you take a second to admire him, his breathless smile, his chest heaving up and down. the desperate look in his face.

you swing your leg over his and settle into his lap.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you.

he feels so close considering that he still has your panties in his pocket.

"i need you, love," you only hum in response, arching your back so you can grind down on him, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into your neck as he starts to thrust up as well, “i- christ, this feels too good.”

his arm sneaks behind your back to pull the zipper of your dress down and letting it fall down your stomach. he continues to take off your bra and immediately squeeze one of your tits in his hands as you grind down harder,"oh fuckin’ hell.”

you tug his hair tie off and run your hand through his now messy hair.

"good?” is all you mumble before finally devouring his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you've ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

“ross,” you breathe out, “need me so bad?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he's acting.

all you get in response is a growl from ross before his hand leaves your boob to flip your both around so he’s laying on top of you again.

his hair is mussed - definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“you’re everything, darling,” he breathes out, “so gorgeous and i swear i’m gonna marry you one day. i’ll propose and then we’re going to have mini you’s that have your sweet smile.”

he continues, “and also i’m really fucking bothered right now and i’m losing my mind.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you've started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with ross’ incessant movements against you.

“i think you deserve that reward now.”

you reach for his belt buckle, undoing it and reaching into his underwear. the moment your hands touch his already hard cock, ross shuts his eyes tightly, a soft moan escaping from his lips.

you can also already guide your hand down so smoothly because his pre cum made him so wet.

when you start to move your hand, softly stroking him and teasing his tip, you see how he reacts. he’s biting his lip, looking so lost and hazy.

“don’t, ross,” you say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip, “be loud. i wanna hear you, please.”

you pick up the pace, but still keeping slow and you succeed. ross groans and throws his head back.

'bit faster, please- oh' he begs, his eyes still focussed on you. you smirk at him.

“anything for you,” you speed up your pace, and you're met with more sounds. deeper groans and muffled moans.

“christ, i can’t- i’m-“ he pants, desperation coating his words. when he's about to cum, he shuts his eyes but your hand stills.

ross looks even more fucked out now.

“fuck, this is embarrassing,” he says, “i don’t think-“

“it’s alright,” you give him one of your warm smiles, “you already made me feel so good. this is about you now. lift your hips.”

he lifts himself off the blanket slightly as you pull his cock out of the confines of his underwear. you lower your head towards him, slowly, keeping eye contact the entire time. with you on your knees in front of him, ross feels more confident, but there's no confusion about who is in control of this situation.

you take him into your mouth, and a hiss escapes from his mouth. “oh fuck, love... “ he groans. you move down, taking him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches the skin at his base. you gag, and ross moves his hand to tangle in your hair. not to hold you there, but to appreciate.

you lift away from him, and back down, settling into a steady pace as his precum coats your tongue.

“oh christ, you feel so good, love having your mouth on me,” ross moans in between pants.

he moves his hand to the back of your head and thrusts into your mouth, and you take it.

his head falls further and further back as his breathing quickens, his groans turning into louder moans as he comes closer to his breaking point. when he's almost there, just seconds away from his release, he pulls your head back.

“fuck, need to be inside of you,” he says, “please.”

you nod and stand up to let your dress fall onto the floor. ross shoves his pants from the bottom of his legs as well and then you’re there. both naked. both so vulnerable.

“you’re a dream.”

you lay down underneath him and he rolls on top of you kissing you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

he’s back to weakly grinding against your thighs and you need him to finally feel good.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you line him up and practically shove him in.

he's surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he's been craving.

his head drops into your neck again and you feel every breathe of his on your skin.

he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you lift his head and hold his cheeks, “you can take what you want ross.”

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he's been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he's never able to get the full thing out.

“so good, darling,” he moans out, “just like that, fuck.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he's ramming into your g-spot. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when ross pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you're not all there, that you're holding on by a thread for him.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. "it's okay, love.. m'here.

ross lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. "you dont have to act all tough," it feels as though he's opened up a new channel inside you, like he's reaching places that weren't accessible before. like he's reached heaven, inside you. "you can let go, darling."

you explode.

you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn't even been aware of how badly you'd been craving him as well.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don't feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and ross tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxing as you soak him.

ross fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the ground. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat him.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with him.

“oh fucking-“

ross almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he's too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after hours of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

"love you so much," ross mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re perfect, love. want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“me too," your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum.

"you feel better now?" he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. "menace. don’t ever want to sit with my dick hard for hours again," he sighs against your skin. "glad you had your fun though," he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

you giggle and scratch his back gently.

ross hums and closes his eyes, “think we have to join the party again?”

“probably.”

he hums in understanding and detaches himself from you. you react quickly and pull him back down, “five more minutes though,” you plead.

“five more minutes it is.”

#ross macdonald #ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald one shot #ross macdonald blurb #ross macdonald fluff #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #the 1975 fic

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ilysungho · 1 day ago

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hi again! 🍓 here :) to start, ofc I have compliments for your writing! I love your ideas and how you capture the members, esp bc you portray them as both sub and dom so well!

speaking of, dom myungjae will be the death of me I swear 🫠. I think him being so usually-sweet adds to his appeal as a dom bc its fun to think only you can bring out that side of him yknow? also, lovee the finger sucking inclusion! and writing mine on your dress with his cum?! crazy hot n so jae-coded since we know he's quite possessive 🤭

i think he'd take enough photos to fill a gallery. he'd pose you, making you arch or open your mouth, even sliding back into the mess he made for one. but once he's done with his art project maybe he'd finally take pity on you... pushes your dress up now and dives in to eat you out like he's starving (munch jaehyun real)

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oh you're so sweet love :( thank you so much for your compliments, it really does make me happy to know what you think about what i've written thus far. i can only hope that it gets better as time goes on. part of why i'm able to write as well as i do is because of my anons who send in so many amazing and creative asks so i;d like to thank you all for helping me! i love you guys so much <33

dom!myungjae is just a lover to you. he'd treat you so much sweeter than he treats anyone else. if he's as loving as he is now, he'd be a 100 times so with the love of his life. he's so incredibly loving of you, and that makes him so possessive of you too. he acts out when he sees anyone even looking in your direction. he has to let them know that you're taken and very much his, which leads him to being very into pda in any sense possible. but i digress!

he most definitely has a folder full of pictures he's taken of you while having sex. he wouldn't go around showing them to anyone because they're for his eyes only, but he would boast about how he is able to always make you feel so good. during times where he is so horny, he'd love having a photoshoot with you, taking pictures in all the positions and ways you described. his constant praise would have you so much needier, begging him to fuck your needy hole. "now darling, be patient. i'm trying to take some pictures of my sweetheart here." he'd say as he continuously clicks pictures of your body. eventually, after he's done, he would finally sink down to your cunt, exposing it after lifting your dress, exclaiming at how you're oozing out all your slick for him. he'd be so playfully teasing about it, asking you how long you've been this wet for, whether you were this wet during the event too. he'd have so much fun teasing you until you pull his face straight into your pussy, grinding against his smirking lips. and he gladly shuts up to eat you out properly as a reward. the dress is completely unusable once you take it off of you, but he would keep in mind to buy you more dresses like the one you have on currently.

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saphronethaleph · 2 days ago

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Eyes Wide Shut

The demon fox’s paws crashed down on the stone, outside Konoha, and Obito’s Mangekyo spun as he prepared to place the fox under a genjutsu.

It was a necessary part of his plan. A vital part of his plan. To send the fox rampaging into Konoha to cause widespread devastation, devastation that would weaken the strongest of the villages and plant discord against the Uchiha… and, incidentally, make sure that that village wasn’t focused on trying to find a way through his potent technique to keep himself safe.

Then-

Obito’s thoughts skidded to a halt.

The fox’s eyes were closed.

“Hey!” he called. “Look over here, you dumb-”

“Not. A. Chance,” the fox replied, voice loud and booming. “I’m free for the first time in ninety years and I was paying attention, you think I’m going to look into the eye of another fucking Uchiha and let myself get caught right away?”

His tails slammed down on where Obito was, but fortunately intangibility meant that the tails didn’t actually mash him into jelly.

“Damn it!” the fox bellowed, then growled. “This is like dealing with Dad all over again… speaking of which, what the hell, humans? How grateful is it that you keep stuffing me into my distant relatives?”

Obito blinked, and barely remembered to stay incorporeal as the massive tails swept through his space again.

“I mean, seriously!” the demon shouted, in a voice which shook the Hokage monument, and ignored the explosion of a high-powered fire jutsu against his flank with a snort. “Dad stops Grandmother, preventing her from eating all the chakra in the world, leaves her body on the moon and splits her chakra into the nine of us… and what kind of thanks do we get? We get called demons! I remember when Kokuo told me, Kurama, they’re not that bad… not that bad? What do you call hunting down every single remaining Otsutsuki and shoving them into human containers?”

Apparently the fox had gone insane? Obito wasn’t even sure at this point. But it seemed as though the repeated multi-tail thrashings that… Kurama?… was giving the space around him were serving some form of catharsis, and that Kurama was more venting than anything, giving voice to nine decades of pent-up frustration.

“And if you’re listening, humans, think about how little you would like it!” Kurama added. “Having to listen to ninety years of someone else’s banal concerns, being completely involved with everything they ever do, and you’re pinned in place unable to look away! AND you feel all the emotions that they do, or all the horrible ones anyway… I even had to pay attention during those therapy sessions the Hatake brat had for killing that teammate of his! And that’s how I find out that she had Isobu in her as some kind of bomb?”

Obito felt a sharp spike of hatred for how that must have been Rin he was talking about – then that was immediately overwhelmed by confusion.

Sheer, total confusion.

Isobu?

“I thought Isobu was sealed into that twink of a Mizukage, but maybe I missed something,” Kurama added, thoughtfully.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He couldn’t mean that Rin had had the three-tails sealed into her?

But she’d been – she’d been trying to escape from Kiri-

Kiri had been under Madara’s thumb, and now it was under his thumb, they never could have-

he had to fulfil the plan-

Rin was-

the plan-

Then Obito realized he’d forgotten to stay intangible, when a tailtip the size of an apartment block smashed him into the side of the nearest cliff.

He certainly felt like he’d lost most of his torso, but that was fixable given his unique biology. He’d just have to do with not having a heart for a few seconds, until it got regenerated.

“FINALLY!” Kurama bellowed. “All right, now I’m fucking OFF. I hope to see Konoha never.”

The ground trembled as three hundred feet of giant fox went bounding off in the vague direction of north, and Obito shook his head slightly as his torso recovered.

Then frowned.

...why the hell had he been listening to a crazy, senile old man’s plan to hypnotize the entire planet, anyway?

It somehow seemed a lot easier to ask that question now.

#naruto #kurama #obito uchiha

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mourndust · 10 hours ago

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hi hi hiiiii! this is my first time publishing in tumblr! english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes, either way i've doubled checked so hope there's not many around! be kind and tell me what you think about it! reblogs and likes are always welcome. minors dni wlw content, good old finger-fuck that never fails, oral sex, spit.

it’s meaningless at first.

you don’t pay much attention to her. she’s in the corner of your eye but you’re too busy flirting, fighting your way to get a free drink since you refuse to pay for one but she’s there. you saw her fighting hours ago, and you know she’s looking.

it’s meaningless. a silent invitation that caught you off-guard cause fuck, you’re drinking a beer in peace and why the hell would anyone bug you? either way you recognize her before she’s even talking to you, a light scent of alcohol mixed up with sweat that has everything to be nasty, yet, somehow, it’s almost nice when she sits in the stool next to you.

it fills the air. surrounds you in a cloud of haze cause hell she’s good at making you pay attention, at noticing she’s there, closer.

“vi,” she says introducing herself, and it makes sense later why you’re locked up in the bathroom, why exactly you folded so fast — always so needy, so eager to please the rest—. “nice to meet you.”

she points out some shit about seeing you around in the pit-hole, how you’re always unfazed by the place, always pretty, always unavailable, and she’s getting you, caught you in her bare hands cause you don’t know why you’re letting her follow you to the bathroom like a lost puppy, but it’s good cause you want it, as soon as her magenta hues touch your bare fingers and she’s laughing, making the most amazing sound you’ve heard in a while, you’re all in.

you crave casual. can someone blame you? world’s crazy out there, and you don’t really do it commonly but man — you just want to have fun with her, commit to the strange magnetism that connects you every night to this girl. so you let her do it, let her rough hands lock the door, roam over your sides as she ends wirh the space left between you and her own body.

it’s nice. tuesdays are slow, not many people gamble around so the place is not really crowded, and it’s even refreshing when she pushes her knee between your legs like she didnt know it was fucking heaven, lifting you up to the counter as she relish on the taste of kissing you, god — her kisses are soft even when there’s a certain sloppiness lingered to them, some roughness she tries to keep in line but slips away for the moment, demanding and demanding as she got lost in the sensation, the smell of your perfume, that shampoo you liked and began using religiously.

can you blame violet too? fuck. caitlyn’s been fucking up her life since she went full weirdo mode and stop talking thanks to the thirst of revenge, and vi’s been having so much in her life lately she just need to pull the switch down in her brain, shut it off at least for twenty minutes and not depend on the amount of booze she’s lately depending on, actual human touch.

so you? you are similar to an oasis in plain dessert.

“there you go, so good for just a few kisses,” vi points out to praise the way your hips move seeking for a bit more friction, driving her insane as the fabric of your jeans rub against the black pants of the fighter—. “help me get you out of this.”

violet’s a force of nature, crawling under your skin as her bandaged hands struggle with the button of your jeans, taking a second or two to actually get you out of the thick fabric that’s only annoying her. the contact of her skin soothes the sting of pure need and she has the audacity of taking time, alluring as she places soft kisses over the crook of your neck like she’s really imprinting the curves of your body in her memories, the soft and smooth flesh that you posses, the moles and that tiny underwear that only fuels her desire to keep taking what she wants.

surely vi thrives on making you a mess, talks a lot a when your brain becomes a pile of erratic thoughts. the music is so loud outside you can hear the bass bouncing on the walls, making them shake as the air is filled by the sound of your moans, the way the fighter’s mouth sucks on your skin only to leave red marks she hopes to see on the next days in the pit.

"fuck's sake," she says looking at the slick mark on her jeans — "you made a mess on my knee-" it's noticiable when she point it out, the fabric is slightly darker on the zone and it was visible when you put some attention to it — "how are you going to fix this huh? it's your mess, your problem."

clearly she’s all bark and bite.

"talk baby, you can do it. i'm not even fucking you yet," she demands when you're too zoned out to say something. "tell me how are you going to fix the mess you made on my knee."

"don't care" you answer soon after. "i'll think of something after- please vi."

your voice is rough, raspy by the delicious sounds you make when she's spreading you open, using a hand to keep you steady over the sink as she raises your shirt from over your chest.

“after? after what?”

she kneads one of your breasts in her hand, squeezing the bare flesh before taking it in her mouth, the warm sensation spreading all over your spine: formalities are now left aside to let over that primal need take over, so you're pulling her poorly-dyed black hair closer, even when she bites and uses her tongue as a method to make the sting hurt less, moving to one breast to another — you just want her as possibly close.

and your jeans are hanging in the air holding by one leg only, black paint smeared on your tummy as her kisses now become more desperate, careless about their repercussions or what they stained as her mouth seems to follow this invisible path back to your cunt.

she's good at teasing, make you work for it, whispering praises all over your skin like she's not even close to have all that she wants with you in that hot bathroom. the fighter kneels only to be more comfortable, using her hands to spread you open, tasting you from over your underwear — only to have a taste and mainly, because the fabric there it's almost non-existent: mental kudos to you.

you've become a teenage boy at that point. driven by words and gentle touches, the flick of her tongue as she moves eagerly travelling from your aching hole to your clit, casually rubbing the tip of her nose as she delves deeper, pulling your underwear to the side when she hears you say some erratic words of praising: she needs validation.

the fighter don't have to spit, but she does it anyway, soaking up her own fingers with saliva like they aren't already soaked with your arousal, hooking up her thumb in your entrance to stretch you out, moving it back and forth in almost a cruel, sweet torture, almost making sure you're going to beg to be filled at some point, all needy and pliable only cause you need her fingers inside.

"can you lift up your leg?" vi knows it's a greedy question, but she says it anyways in hope you'll comply, and you clearly do when you're clinging in the sink, trying to not lose balance when one leg stays in the floor and the other one is holded over the fighter's shoulder, the cold leather of her jacket pressing against your tight as you rest it over her back—. "good girl, you okay there?"

the wet sounds her mouth do left you nothing but stupid, her half lidded eyes following every involuntary movement your body makes as she moves between your soaked folds: how much is going to take for you to cum all over her face? soak her lips with the prettiest lip gloss?

"vi..." she knows what you're whining for, the pleaded tone that stained your words. she's hoping to be the cure of all your aches, comply every little thing you ask for. her fingers fill your core, sucking them in as you clench around the intrusion, and fuck. fuck it's just what you needed, the way they curl all the way in, rubbing on that nice spot she wastes no time in finding.

how can a fucking hand feel this good? makes your brain melt as your hips move in search of release, lost in the lewd sounds of your cunt, the way she find a way to comfortably eat you like a regular meal, how you shake and move against her mouth and that faces. violet’s been looking at all since she decided to put her damn knees on that filthy ass floor.

she gets off by your orgasm pouring in.

fucking soaked in her pants as she helps you ride the tidal waves that pours over you, that shake your body and makes you weak in the knees, struggling to keep on your feet as vi holds you still. and oh how she loves it. loves how she made a mess out of you, how she fucked up your defenses like they were nothing, and fuck it’s so nice.

she kisses your stomach, the marks she made before now red against her teeth, tracing up a path of kisses back to your mouth, cause she simply cannot get enough, she’s ready to keep going, take more if she wasn’t in a dirty bathroom.

your breathing is still heavy as you get off the sink, vi’s hand still on your hips as she pulls you closer, stealing a kiss that in contrast, is nothing but slow and fucking hot — and you wonder, by a whole damn minute, how the fuck is she so good at everything? kissing, teasing, touching, eating pussy-

“get your pants off,” you say, looking back at the stain on her knee with crimson cheeks—. “you cannot go out looking like that.”

violet tilts her head slightly backwards as the sound of her laugh fills the bathroom walls, shaking her head in disapproval — “it’s not really necessary. kinda like having a reminder of you.”

it’s a great tuesday, yeah that’s for sure.

so it’s not weird at all when it becomes usual the rest of the week.

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cozmowrites · 12 hours ago

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Wonderwall: One

one

11:38 AM

you: hi ☺️

bkg: Who the fuck are you?

you: oh im (y/n)! mei is a bit busy with other students so ill help her and fix up what you need on your costume

bkg: I don't need your help.

you: oh okay

2:20 PM

you: you're looking directly at me but you're not talking

you: what is it you need? use your words

bkg: I'm looking for the crazy one.

you: mei is busy with the green haired kid and the robot looking guy. it's me or whoever else with their hands free so pick

bkg: I need my gauntlets fixed.

you: what about them needs fixed?

bkg: Can't you just figure it out? I don't have all evening.

you: feisty

you: im trying to help but i can't because you're not helping

bkg: The crazy one knows.

you: news flash, i am not mei

you: so are you going to tell me or not?

you: i can just hand over the project to someone else that mei trusts less or i can do it and you can tell me.

You looked away from your phone briefly as you watched his eyes avert from your form, annoyed at him for acting so childish. Especially for a third year. You looked back down to your phone to send him a quick text.

you: oh, so you're just not gonna look at me now, ok. have fun with someone else

bkg: Something inside keeps malfunctioning.

like what? mei told me you use that to store your quirk's sweat.

bkg: I don't know. Something isn't pushing the sweat out like it used to.

you: ill look at the problem overnight, but you won't see them until at least tomorrow after school

you: just set them on my desk and ill text you updates if i got them

You looked away from your phone briefly as he set his gauntlets down on your desk with a grumble. You rolled you eyes and added to your text.

you: don't grumble at me

(bakugou disliked your text)

Later that night, you worked in the workshop on his gauntlets, finding the problem after several hours. Before you could dive into it, you heard a text come from your phone. The bright light blinding you momentarily.

7:53 PM

bkg: Update?

you: some of your things in there are rusting, did you know that?

you: i can't fix it from the inside, i have to take it all apart and fix it like that

bkg: No way in hell.

you: bakugou, right?

you: the rust is all inside. you have to replace that every few months because of the moisture from your sweat.

bkg: The crazy one would be able to fix it.

you: im. not. mei.

you: get that through your thick skull.

you: mei gave me your information so that i could help you, and i could help her take off some of the slack.

you: she trusts me the most. do you fucking understand that?

you: i would be GLAD to hand you off to another student in the class.

you: mei didn't tell me you'd be a complete asshole but i should've known when i had seen you in the sports festival win for both first year's and second year's.

you: you're still so full of yourself, even after that big war

you: call me insensitive, but you can let someone else work on your gear and your costume just fine.

you: it's NOT that big of a deal.

bkg: Fine.

bkg: Do whatever you can to fix them.

bkg: Don't fucking break them.

you: why would i do that?

You took a moment to breath from the frustrated typing you just spent. Your breathing raged.

you: put more trust in me third year

(bakugou disliked your message)

You worked tirelessly all night. That's what you did, on all your projects, even student ones. You got no sleep what-so-ever and eventually, you watched the sun rise. It made your eyes and head hurt, but you were quite used to it.

6:04 AM

you: good morning 🌅

you: i completely tore everything apart last night and found more issues so it'll be longer until you get your gauntlets back.

you: on the bright side, i fixed a bunch of stuff mei did in a rush and made it more stable.

7:11 AM

you: your gauntlets are really heavy, do you really carry them around?

you: i thought you had bad wrists or something

you: there's a way to double the sweat storage without making it any heavier for your wrist you know

you: they just won't look so classic to your grenades or whatever

You decided to step away from your desk and head to the student's dorms to change and freshen up. Just since it'll be another day of school and you spent all night in at your desk in the classroom.

A little over an hour passed, and you were back at the classroom, the rest of the students working hard on their projects and gear for other students. You, however, stopped when you saw breakfast on your desk. You furrowed your brows, it was not from the cafeteria, rather bought from some fast food place. There wasn't a note or anything, but Mei saw you quickly and peered around the corner.

"Bakugou dropped that off for you by the way." She smiled and returned to her work area, busying herself once again. You couldn't ask her further what was up. Or if he had said anything when he dropped it off. You didn't want to bother her further.

8:26 AM

you: yo mei said you stopped by and left this shit on my desk

you: [image of food attached]

you: is this your way of paying for tearing apart your gauntlets?

you: either way, ill eat it ig

You didn't give him the satisfaction of a 'thank you'. He didn't deserve it, he treated you like shit.

12:03 PM

you: i got it mostly done. you can pick them up tomorrow morning.

(bakugou liked your message)

By the time evening rolled around, you fixed the gauntlets earlier than intended. It's evening and you haven't eaten since lunch (which was 6 hours ago). You can't decide whether to eat and just return the gauntlets after eating or to pay Bakugou back for the breakfast and return his gauntlets to him.

You ultimately decided.

5:07 PM

you: by the way, your gauntlets are heavy as fuck.

You switched to your dashdoor app and looked at options for food. No need to try and order food for anyone else, no one else was in here with you except for Yuka. Mei was out doing who knows what.

"Hey Yuka, Do you want anything? I'm ordering takeout." You decided to ultimately speak up. Yuka was a good classmate to you, and often covered for you, so you could pay her back with some food or something.

"If you're offering, sure." She smiled at you, her voice soft and gentle, compared to Mei's or Power Loader's.

"What would you like?" You asked, genuinely curious in her taste in foods. You'd assume soft and sweet, but when she opened to answer, you were a bit surprised.

"Spicy. The spiciest they have." She smiled and turned back to her workspace. You ordered food for the both of you and when it arrived, you ate quietly. She would occasionally ask a question about what you were working on currently, only for her to nod or hum in response.

When you finished eating, you bid goodbye to Yuka and she did the same. You headed down the hall and past the hero course hall, kind of curious as to if Bakugou was still hanging around. You could give him his gauntlets, but that would result on taking a detour and all you wanted to do was get home. You ultimately decided to just go home, shaking off every curiosity you had about Bakugou. He was not worth a thought. You headed home instead.

The next morning was pretty uneventful. You settled in to your workspace and started messing with a project of yours's that you started, some old junk that maybe could be some laser detection or something. You weren't sure. You tore apart other old projects of Mei's because she gave you permission to do so, and want to try your hand at something different. It was just regular free time morning stuff. The door opened and the ash blond walked in, in his school uniform. Hands in pockets and all. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the gauntlets on the other half of your workspace.

"My costume tore." He gruffly spoke up, pulling his bag around from his back and pulling out a folded hero costume.

"Okay?" You replied, not interested in fixing it, or at least fixing it right away. "Not my problem."You don't take bullshit from anyone, especially not Bakugou. He was notorious for that, or so you've heard.

He shook his head and replied with a 'tsk', inviting himself into a chair. "I don't care. Fix it."

"Is saying 'please' so difficult? Maybe saying it will have me care a little more." You replied, going back to messing with this item if yours's. He tapped his foot impatiently.

"I need it by this afternoon."

"Great." You snapped back quickly.

He let out an aggravated sigh. A moment later, a message notification.

8:20 AM

bkg: Why can't you just fucking do it? It'll only take a few minutes.

you: where's the "please"? hm?

you: i only do nice things for people if they're nice back

bkg: You piss me off.

bkg: Fix it.

you: you piss me off too!

you: im glad the feeling is mutual

you: and i won't do shit

you: you said you need it by the afternoon?

you: you'll come get it at lunch

you: you are not my priority today

you: i gave you priority yesterday

"You texted me just to get the same answer." You spoke up making him snap his head up from his phone. You were right, all he did was get the same answer, but in text form. You shook your head and set down the laser sensor. "I'll give it to you at lunch."

He stood from his chair and moved out of the room without another word. You'll work on this other student's thing and then his in time for lunch.

+++

By the time lunch rolled around, you finished the fix. It was a bit more difficult than you had hoped. You're not one to see costumes, that's usually Yuka's thing, but she was not in the classroom usually until afternoon so you had to take what she taught you and remember it the best you could. You were better with hardware over anything else. You got your lunch tray through the line and walked over to where you saw the ash blond poking out from the crowd. He was sitting with 4 others that looked like they invited themselves there.

"Here." You set down the bag in front of him and he looked up at you briefly before a loud voice gasped.

"Oh my gosh, you're so pretty! You know Bakugou? You should totally sit down and eat with us!!" You looked over and it was the pink alien one.

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adieutristana · 1 day ago

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HIHI I was wondering if you could continue the aftercare HCS with Maddie - I fear I always love rep of my girl 😞😞

TYYY

of course! thank you for the request <3

summary; aftercare headcanons with maddie and fem! reader- a continuation of this post

characters included; maddie nolen

tags/warnings; fluff, no explicit nsfw, VERY suggestive, praise, uhh not much else i can think of

men and minors dni.

✧.* maddie is so incredibly clingy after the fact it's not even funny. she's hanging off your shoulder, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings and little praises to you.

✧.* "mm, you were so good," she'd say, a her voice hushed and a bit breathless. "so pretty. you always make me feel so good," she'd trail off.

✧.* a natural ginger, so you just know she's incredibly flushed. her cheeks and ears are glowing pink, her freckles somehow even more prominent than before as she lets out little giggles.

✧.* maddie loves to mark, i think. you'd have marks on your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach, hips, inner thighs- she'd go crazy. nothing that's painful or overkill, but she loves being able to have that control and have a physical marker of what she's done to you. the times that you've shared together.

✧.* calls them her 'mementos,' her marks are a way to remember what you've done. even while you're sauntering about in the kitchen, or laying next to her in bed while doing something as innocent as reading, maddie will be able to catch one glance at your neck and be able to relive those moments all over again. she'd call it a guilty pleasure, but she's not guilty about it in the slightest. seeing her pretty girl marked and claimed to hell and back will always give her that extra bit of satisfaction.

✧.* a little teasing, you won't ever be able to get that side out of maddie. no matter how worn out and flushed she is, she's gonna be throwing little jabs in. "didn't know you had that in ya," she'd breathe out, lazily draping her arms around your neck. "you're a reaaaal good lay, you." you'd scoff in light amusement, a hand flying to your chest in mock offense. "just a good lay?" "my girlfriend, who's amazing in bed." she'd clarify, chuckling.

✧.* she'd like to be doted on once she's got all of the giggles out of her system, though. don't worry, maddie will do the same for you. she'll ask you to run a warm bath for her, only for her to tug you in right opposite her with a wide grin on her face.

✧.* she enjoys both the proximity and being able to further take care of you. turn around and let her wash your back, she'll even wash your hair if you'll allow her. her touch is delicate and careful, a stark contrast to how she was just a few minutes prior.

✧.* probably won't leave you sore often, but when she does, maddie gives great massages. her hands are rough and calloused from her training as a junior officer, but they're still deft at their work. any painful spots will be relieved in no time.

✧.* she gets tired out pretty quickly though, give her maybe twenty minutes after the fact and maddie is fighting to stay awake. her eyelids will be drooping shut while she lies to your face and assures you that she's fine.

✧.* "love, you should really get some rest. that was a lot," you'd whisper, carding your fingers through choppy locks. "mm.. no, no. i'm okay, just a little worn out." you'd chuckle lightly, cocking your head to one side in amusement. "worn out? you're about to fall asleep on me any second."

#maddie nolen x reader #arcane x you #arcane imagine #reader insert #arcane x reader #sapphic

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gleamingseok · 1 day ago

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Play me, not the game

One shot: Jungkook’s too busy gaming… but you’re about to show him what real distraction feels like.

pairing: boyfriend Jungkook x reader

genre : boyfriend, smuuuut

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Jungkook was playing for the whole day with his friends and I got bored so I thought I could disturb him a little bit, I knock on his door opened it after a quick come in was said from the other side,

He was in the middle of an intense match, seeing his fingers flying across the keyboard got me imagining them thrusting inside of me. He glances up as I enter, noticing my short dress. His mind wandering to the thoughts of peeling it off of me and having his way with me.

As if I could read his mind I slowly walk in and decide to straddle his lap his breath hitches as I do so. By the look on his face he can already feel how wet I am, and it takes all his self control to not rip off my dress and fuck me right there.

I slowly started feeling him getting hard, he then said " i find it so hard to focus on the game when all I can think about is bending you over this desk and fuck you from behind" I smile knowing that I'm getting the attention I am looking for and I grind against him letting him feel my wetness on his short.

I let out a soft moan feeling his cock throbbing in his shorts, begging for release. He leans back in the chair, pulling me closer with his free hand and whisper in my ear "you're gonna be the death of me baby." I then start leaving small kisses on his neck, he groans sending shivers down my spine, I slowly start moving my hand down his chest until it was on top of his clothed cock, I start pulling his shorts slowly and his cock springing free from its confinement.

He lets out a low growl, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards as I teasingly rub against it. "you're gonna make me mess up big time..." I lean in and whisper in his ear all while I softly stroke his dick " then you have to keep your focus on the game and let me have my fun" he lets out a sigh of pleasure as I softly stroke his cock, his eyes flickering between the game and the erotic sight. My hands move up and down his length, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

He reaches down to stop me but I gently bat his hand away, I then move my panties to the side and slowly start rubbing his dick between my folds, Jungkook lets out a guttural moan as he felt his dick slicking up with my wetness, I start to slowly sink down onto his dick, his eyes roll back in pleasure and he lets out a growl finding it too difficult to keep his focus on the game. " shit baby you gonna make me loose"

I then decide to stop moving feeling his dick

buried inside of me, the sensation is almost unbearable and he lets out a whine of frustration, the temptation to move to feel his thrust is almost overwhelming but I force myself to stay still, I try to subtly adjust my position but accidentally causing his dick to plunge in deeper, his body tenses up and he lets out a strangled moan, his hips bucking involuntary against my motion and it takes everything in me to not start moving.

With a frustrated growl Jungkook toss's his controller aside and grabs my hips, pulling me down onto his cock as he thrust up into me. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and he can feel himself quickly losing control, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel so fucking good, baby...I've been thinking about this all day, imagining how tight and wet you'd be"

He growls softly against my neck, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he continues to thrust into me. "And now here you are, sitting on my lap and driving me crazy... I'm going to make you come so hard, baby...you'll forget your own name..."

As he pump into me, his breathing gets heavier, and he trail kisses down me neck. "Tell me you like it... tell me how my big dick feels inside you..." his thrusts become faster and deeper, completely losing his earlier restraint. "Fuck, you're perfect..." Feeling myself clenching around him, neither of us can hold back any longer. He wrap his arms around my waist and flip us over so that he is on top, pounding into me even harder. "Look at me...look at me while you cum..." he leans down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss as he piston his hips against mine, hitting that perfect spot inside me.

"That's it...cum all over my cock, baby..." his movements become more intense, knowing i am close. "You feel so good..."

As i moan against his lips, I feel my whole body tense up and then suddenly I am cumming hard, my inner walls clenching around his cock in the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. "Fuck, baby...you're squeezing me so tight...I'm gonna..."

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, he releases inside me, filling me up completely as he collapses on top of me, our bodies glued together by sweat and our combined release. "Baby...baby...you okay?" He pants against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

I whimper softly, my body twitching as small aftershocks run through me. He slowly pulls out, making you both moan softly. He sees that my inner thighs are wet with his release that leaked out. "Damn..." He mutters softly, then laughs suddenly. You know, I think you took more of me than usual this time..." He says, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my stomach possessively.

"You need a shower with me later to thoroughly clean up" He finishes with a playful smirk, but there's warmth in his eyes as he gazes down at me tenderly. He leans in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "For now, let me just hold you a bit longer, yeah?"

#Jungkook #boyfriend #gamer #Jungkook x reader #Jungkook smut

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ijustbewriting · 2 days ago

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Birthday Gift

Remus Lupin X Reader

Word count : 1.6k

A/N - Thank you guys for so much love on my first Wolfstar imagine! Please feel free to give me some request :) Hope you guys enjoy. Not proofread!

Remus was celebrating his 18th birthday, of course his friends had to make a big deal out of it. They threw a big party and with plenty of ridiculous decorations and alcohol The party was massive.

When the party started they all gave them his birthday gifts. Books, jumpers, vinyls. Y/n had watched as the boy had opened his gifts with a big smile. She had a gift of her own but wanted to give it to him without a crowd. That seemed to be a hard task at the moment. The part was full swing, people drinking and dancing, the music loud and the room hot. It being his 18th birthday of course Remus indulged in a few drinks and was tipsy. And by some miracle after looking for what felt like forever you found him. Asking him to smoke a cigarette with you, you two headed somewhere off near a hallway with a window. Remus lit the cigarette you had given him and you watched as he lit it up leaning against the wall. You had the present behind your hands, you shifted your feet side to side, Remus ever the observant noticed. He looked at you as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“What are you hiding ?” “ You’re my best friend” You state to which he raises his eyebrow and chuckles. Best friend? sure .

“ and you are mine, so what’s with all the secrecy hm? I thought best friends weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other?”

“It's my love letter confessing my feelings for you obviously” you say in mock seriousness.

Remus raises his eyebrow

“A love letter?” he deadpanned

“ well let’s see it the, all your love and lustful thoughts about me”

“Oh it's very kinky so watch out”

“Oh i'm quaking in fear right now” he replied sarcastically

“C’mon om sure the kinky descriptions can’t be too much for me to handle. I am mature “

“ but I’m also like very horny” you reply, he lets out a snort

“Ah yes of course you are’’ he replies taking another drag of his cigarette

“Ovulation is a crazy thing”

“I'm sure it is” He responds amused but he feels his cheeks warm up and he’s not sure if it's the firewhiskey in his system or this whole conversation. After a moment of silence Remus looks at Y/N with a raised eyebrow

“Are you going to hand it over or am I gonna have to wait?”

“Did I mention it was very detailed ?”

“You did “ He replies

“ and now I’m even more curious as to how detailed this very detailed letter is”

“Alright here” you reply, handing the letter to him, he happily grabs the letter with a smirk on his face, putting out the cigarette.

“Watch me take it like a champ” he says before opening the letter and begins to read the letter. The letter did not in fact have Y/Ns fanfiction of her and Remus or anything remotely kinky or sexual, instead the contents within were filled with heartfelt words and genuine emotions.

Remus grinned as he finished the letter

No lustful words, he didn’t know why but he much preferred this over what could have been Y/Ns perverted thoughts of him.

After another moment of reading Remus looked back up for the better a smile on his face/

“You are such an odd person Y/N” he said fondly

“Thank you, I try “ you say in a joking matter

“ Oh trust me you don’t need to try, it comes to you naturally “ he quipped

“But seriously, this letter” he shakes his head

“Really though, its lovely, really thank you Y/N”

‘yeah of course “ you hum “That's not all, I have something else for you”

“ A second thing? You’re really spoiling me for my birthday huh?” he teases as you hand him his second gift. He takes is a curious expression in his face

“Can I get a hint?’ he asks

“ Well a couple of months ago you told me about this rare book that was only printed a hundred times”

His eyes widened a bit

“You got me -” his voice excited now

“You actually got me one?” he finished, there was no way. The book was impossible to get, it was ridiculously rare and ridiculously expensive. He unwraps the gift slowly

“Oh merlin” he breathes out

“How did you get this-how did you even manage to do this ?” he asks looking up at her

“Pulled some string and I got in contact with an old librarian and well” You shrug “there it is”

Remus looked at the book with awe

“This is-” he ran his fingers across the cover

“This is amazing, thank you Y/N”

“Yeah of course” you give him a smile. He looked at you, expression softening

“ You didn’t have to do this you know, buying the book was probably hell and super expensive and here I am with a heartfelt letter and rare book”

“ I know you would have loved my sexy letter instead but I held back and gave you the book instead “ you sighed as if you were actually disappointed. He huffed out a laughed

“Yes thank you, i'm sure it's for the best you held back in your sexiness I don’t think my heart could handle it”

“I know, I know- but I hope you enjoy your book”

“Enjoy is a slight understatement, I’m never letting this go’’ he smiles softly

“Seriously , thank you again. It's too much really but I appreciate it all immensely. You really are something” He paused for a second, studying your face.

“Come here” he said after a moment , opening his arms for a hug, you of course go in for a hug. He wraps his arms around Y/N hugging him close to her chest. He buried his face on her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in her familiar and comforting scent. They stayed like that for a moment. Remus holding on to her and not really wanting to let go. She had given him the best presents anyone could ever give him.

“You’ve outdone yourself, you know that?”

“You think so?”

“ I know so, I mean a heartfelt letter and one of the rarest book in history, that’s a win” Remus pulls back a bit to look at her face

“Honestly though, I don’t understand how you could even think to go such lengths for me”

“It's easy when it's you “

He felt his face warm up but covered it with a laugh.

“Easy? Easy?” he repeats his eyebrows raised

“Do you even have any idea how much that present is worth to me? In money, that is. And you call it ‘easy’?”

“ I don’t think much about it when it comes to you” you reply and he feels his face getting warmer

“What in the hell am I going to give you in return? Nothing can top this, I doubt I can top this”

“ you don’t have to, just enjoy it please” you reply almost pleadingly, he shakes his head.

“No, No, I'm not just accepting it without giving anything in return, not fair. I will repay you somehow”He pauses for a moment.

“ I need to give you something” He insisted, his voice earnest.

“Anything, please”

“What would you even give me ?” you huff out a laugh, he huffed out a laugh himself trying to find an answer to your question. He had no idea, there was nothing that could compare to the gift that you had given him.He was silent for a beat before an idea popped in his mind.

“Come here” Remus grabbed you, hoisting you up and had you sit down on the edge of the window trapping you in place.You gave out a small squeak of surprise as you were suddenly lifted up and sat on the ledge. He stood between your legs , trapping you.

“There is one thing I can give you” he mused, his voice low. His eyes flickered down your lips before looking back into your eyes.

“It's a gift you…” He leaned closer to you, his body almost pressed up against you, he continued

“...you would enjoy”

“Remus-”

“Shh…” He hushed you, his hand now on your face caressing your cheek.

“You have given me, to put it bluntly, the two best presents I have ever received. Can you really blame me for wanting to return the favor?” He ran his thumb against your bottom lip.

“let me give you this” his voice just above a whisper

“Okay” you whisper back. He leans further into you, his face inches away from yours. “Okay” he repeats, his voice barely a breath.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course” you reply instantly and with no hesitation.

“Good”

And with that, Remus presses his lips to yours. The kiss is firm, almost possessive, filled with hunger he didn’t know he had. His hand moves to grip the back of your head, keeping you close and not letting you escape. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours , demanding entrance into your mouth. You respond by parting your mouth for him, he takes no time and slips his tongue into your mouth exploring and claiming it as his own. He kisses you as if he was starving and you were the only thing that could satiate him, his hands explored your body, his touch electric and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His teeth nicked your bottom lip and a small gasp escapes you and he lets his tongue explore yours again. He groaned softly as he pulled away.

After catching your breath you speak

“I think that was a perfect way to pay me back”, He laughs still a bit out of breath.

“I’m not done paying you back”

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