#sunday morning by maroon 5

[seblainelyrics]

But things just get so crazy Living life gets hard to do And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew That someday it would lead me back to you - “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5

[muleumpyo]

it's a large bed but somehow they always end up curled up together like this. after everything—all their near-misses and almost fatal injuries—being able to feel chan's heartbeat under his hand is sometimes the only thing that helps big fall asleep 💗

[snazzystarlight]

This was pretty! This is "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5 as I see it because of synesthesia!

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[ID: A flag with nine vertical stripes, all the same size. The colors are lighter at the middle and darker moving towards the edges. The colors are, from left to right, dark indigo, washed-out purple, washed-out pink, dusty peach, very light gold, light green, washed-out light teal, washed-out blue, and navy. END ID]

SundayMornica: A gender related to the Maroon 5 song Sunday Morning

The colors are inspired by my associations with the related song

No Suggested Pronouns

[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish was inspired by the theme of 'rainy days' which was perfect considering how rainy it was yesterday. The flakes in this one had a really subtle but beautiful shift from a mid tone blue to an aqua. Those flakes also looked gorgeous matte. This is Sunday Morning from Polished for Days.

[gerryland]

Serious(ly)

[yournameoverandover]

Saturday morning dash is quiet

[bbieangel]

Sunday Mornings — Joel Miller x F!Reader (No outbreak AU)

Summary: He was usually the one in charge. But sometimes he would test your limits to the point where you needed to teach him a lesson.

A/N: Hello hello! I've been really inspired if you can tell lol. Something possessed me to write this and it's currently 4 am, so I hope you enjoy it. I would love some feedback on my writings and remember that my requests are open! I'll leave you to it. (and yes, the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5 inspired the title)

Warnings and tags: Smut, lots of it. This is basically porn without a plot. Edging, breeding kink if you squint, f!dom and sub!joel. but then joel!dom and sub!reader. oral m receiving. unprotected p in v (it's fiction, please don't do this in reality), dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader has a vagina and breasts, joel is a tease, slightly rough sex, a little bit of pain being inflicted, after care (lots of it <3)

Word count: 14.4k (don't ask me how)

divider by @/ peony chance on pinterest!

It had all started Saturday morning while you prepared breakfast. Sloppy kisses on your neck, biting at your collarbone. His hands would knead your ass and breasts. He would whisper into your ear everything he wanted to do to you when he came from work and you wanted to hold him to that promise.

But of course, work wasn't easy and he came back wrecked. Only wanted to sleep and you weren't one to demand him anything when you knew his work left him feeling exhausted some days. But it frustrated you every time it happened, he would rile you up and leave for work, leaving you to satisfy yourself however you could.

That Sunday you decided to get up and take a shower. Sundays meant slow mornings and lazy afternoons either way.

You got out of the shower, already having changed into your night gown that looked more like a dress inside of the bathroom, and you felt your boyfriend's intense gaze linger on every curve of your body. From your toes to the last hair on your head, he gawked at the sight of it all. The way the nightgown hung over the swell of your breasts, how it was just barely covering your ass with a small piece of lace. Your skin was shining from that new body lotion you had tried out, the smell being intoxicating to his nostrils. He wanted to lick it off of you. It almost felt like a personal attack, as if you were doing it on purpose.

And the thing was.. you actually were doing it to provoke him. You had gotten tired of him teasing you all day only for you to end up having to use your hands to get some relief while he walked out of the front door with that shit-eating grin on his face.

A taste of his own medicine wouldn't hurt. And, either way, he always ended up submitting to you completely. Or so you thought.

He smirked when you got on top of him, straddling his lap without saying anything. When his hands began to make their way like snakes moving under your gown, you slapped his hand away.

He yelped, looking at you with a frown.

"Ow! What was that for?"

He asked, holding his hand like a puppy who walked with his wounded paw, hanging. You grinned at the sight, the way he played the victim perfectly made you chuckle every time.

"You're not in control tonight."

You explained, and the way your eyes darkened and your voice dropped two octaves seemed to make him realize you weren't joking. That you were serious about it all, and that both excited and scared him. Because he knew too well how dominant you could be when given the opportunity.

"So I can't touch you? Anywhere?"

He asked, his voice already giving away how he would submit at the snap of your fingers.

"No. Not until I say so. Understood?"

You said with the same tone as before. One of your hands crawled up his chest until you found one of the pebbles on his chest and rubbed it with your thumb.

He let out a choked up moan, taken by surprise. He bit down on his lower lip and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. At the lack of response, you pinched it.

He whimpered and gasped, trying to sound more hurt than he really was just because you couldn't find out that he liked a bit of pain.

"Answer me, Joel."

"Yes! Yes, I understand."

He said, his voice hoarse with desire and a hint of submission.

"Yes what?"

You asked, taking advantage of his current state. He gulped before answering, his cheeks flushed a pretty rosey pink that reminded you of a liquid blush he gifted you just a couple of weeks ago.

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

He said. Oh, how well trained you had him. Almost like a dog.

Your hands traveled up and down his chest, your nails barely even touching him. The feeling was so feathery, so teasing that he couldn't help but buckle his hips underneath you just to get a bit of relief. You pinched his nipple again.

"No, no. You either take what I give you or you don't have anything."

You said, waiting for him to answer. He was quicker to react this time.

"Sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again."

He said, his eyelids dropped while his chest rose and fell heavily, trying to get a grip on himself. It was almost too easy to get him to submit, but again, it was Joel Miller. The most stubborn person you knew.

So, you should've expected his next move as you leaned down, your lips hovering over one of his nipples. Your breath tickled his skin in a way that felt torturous and delicious at the same time. But you couldn't take your time, no, he wouldn't let you. He immediately pressed your head down against him, making your lips wrap around his nipple.

He was stronger than you so getting his arm out of the way wasn't a battle you were going to win. But you could use other strategies to finally put him in his place, such as biting down his nipple. He jumped, letting go of your head. The bite hadn't been that strong either way.

Your tongue lapped against the reddened and hard button just one, and then you pulled away.

"You know what? I'm tired of you being a goddamn brat. You're going to learn how to be in your place."

You spoke through clenched teeth as you pulled down his boxers, making him gasp. His cock laid against his soft stomach, all hard and already glistening with a bead of precum. The tip was a shade of red you would only see when he was really desperate, and this time wasn't any different.

You were going to give him what he wanted, or at least you made him believe that's what you were going to do. You spat down on your palm and wrapped your long fingers around his thick length, pumping him at a steady rhythm.

His back arched and your name fell out of his plush, velvety lips. The sound went straight to your core, making you drip with desire and clench around a ghostly feeling of the countless times he had fucked you that week.

He, on the other hand, was too far gone to notice that. His eyes were closed as he groaned and gripped the sheets to try and ground himself.

"Eyes on me, pretty boy."

You commanded and he complied, looking at you with these chocolate dripping irises of his. The ones that had made you fall in love with him in the first place, and ones that could make you melt into a puddle of nothingness.

You nodded softly at him.

"I know, baby. It feels so good, doesn't it?"

You cooed, the sound of your tender voice contrasting your harsh actions as your pace picked up drastically. With that, you earned a louder moan from Joel, one that indicated you had found the perfect pace. One of his hands went to touch your cheek but he seemed to remind himself of your previous boundaries, so he held back.

"Good boy, Joel. I knew you could be good for me, baby."

You spoke into his ear and all of the hairs in his body stood up, sending a delicious pang of warmth to his lower stomach. One that stirred his closeness.

Suddenly, you slowed down, which pulled him out of his almost drunken state. His eyes snapped open at you with a look of betrayal, almost.

"Darlin' why are you stoppin'?"

He questioned you, his legs trembling with need for release.

"I don't know."

You shrugged, leaving him to overthink the reasons as you leaned down. You took him into your mouth, not even giving him time to adjust to the warmth and dampness of your oral cavity before you moved down, down, down..

Until your lips touched the base of his cock. He cried out your name and his grip on the sheets only grew stronger. You, on the other hand, inhaled deeply through your nose, combating against your gag reflex.

"Sweetheart, if you don't move I'm— mmph— Imma c-come.."

You let him go with a pop. He let out a whine, something you had never heard before. Joel Miller was, indeed, a whiner after all.

He grunted with frustration, finally picking up on what you were doing. Denying him the right to have his orgasm.

After a few seconds you started pumping him with your hand again, making his face twitch with pleasure. His skin seemed golden under the cast of the sun that slipped through your curtains. Slow mornings with lazy sex were a one thing, but slow mornings where you could edge Joel Miller? That hadn't happened before, and you were enjoying every second of it.

As you grabbed one of his balls and started massaging it, he tried to close his legs with a moan. His abdomen contracted in a way that told you he was about to be close again.

"Ah, ah. Keep them spread for me, baby boy."

You spoke lowly and he complied with a whine, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Oh.. What's wrong? You don't like being edged?"

You said with a mocking pout. He whined again at that, knowing he was in a place you had been countless of times. This time he would get to feel how frustrating it was to get your orgasm being taken away at the last moment, over and over again.

He nodded, his eyebrows scrunched up in the most beautiful way.

"N-No, ma'am, I don't like it. Just.. let me come."

He spoke, his voice was ragged with desire and you were afraid he would draw blood from his bottom lip if he kept chewing on it like that.

"Is that the proper way to ask me? Try again."

You spoke, letting go of his length once again. The absence of your skin around him left him feeling the way his heard was pounding on his ears. Not for too long, though, because you were back at taking him until his tip was touching the spongy skin on the back of your throat.

He let out a ragged scream, then gasped for air. He hit the mattress like a wrestling player did when they were being grabbed with too much force.

"I'm gonna— darlin'— I'm—"

He said, and once again to no one's surprise, you pulled him out of your mouth. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of his length all covered in your saliva and precum just pouring out of his red, angry tip.

"Please, please ma'am. Please let me come, I promise I won't tease you again."

He panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. His expression was a sight to behold: his lips were slightly swollen and parted, his chest rose and fell rapidly at the way he tried to catch his breath, his cheeks tinted almost red.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and his hair was disheveled. All spread out for you, Joel Miller was begging for you. And it made you feel proud, so much that for a moment you forgot the power he actually had over you.

At your lack of response and the way you were almost gawking at his cock, he flipped you onto your back and caged you under him. You gasped in surprise but he was quicker, holding your wrists above your head.

"I'm tired, darlin'. I'll make sure I get my fill until the neighbors are complaining 'bout your damn screams."

He spoke, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He almost ripped your panties apart by how hard he pulled them. He would never hurt you, never touch a hair on your body. But when it came to being rough he almost transformed into a different person.

You immediately felt two of his thick, long fingers stretch you out. He pumped them easily, given how wet you already were.

"Yeah, she's so wet for me. Already makin' a mess of the new sheets, isn't she?"

He spoke and you could only nod as he curled your fingers, touching that spot he knew by memory now. You arched your back.

"Shh, I know she feels good. M'gonna fill 'er up over and over."

He whispered in that velvety, smooth voice he managed to pull out in moments like this. His southern drawl was ten times sexier during sex.

He pulled his fingers out, all slick and shiny with your juices. Your hole clenched around nothing, making you feel empty.

He brought his fingers up to your lips, you already knew what to do. You parted your lips open and he pushed them inside, the tangy flavor making you hum in pleasure. If Joel Miller knew one thing you would never admit, was that you loved to taste yourself.

After you licked his fingers clean, he pulled them out and sucked on them. He gripped your hips and aligned himself with you, making you squirm when the tip threatened to enter.

"So eager for me, baby. Look at 'er, clenching 'round nothing. M'gonna give her something to clench around."

He said, hovering over your body until your lips were almost touching. With one swift movement, he drowned himself inside of you, making you spill onto the sheets.

He groaned and you let out a cry, at which he hushed you.

"Shh, I know. I know it hurts but you brought this upon yourself, darlin.'"

He spoke as he started moving without giving you even a second to adjust. Your walls clenched him in ways that made him almost delirious.

He moaned and panted into your ear, adding to the whole overwhelming experience.

"She's so tight, honey. Gonna milk me dry, isn't she?"

She spoke and you could only babble incoherent sentences, too far gone in the mixture of fading pain being quickly replaced by pure pleasure.

"Mmph—Joel.."

His name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, so desperately that it almost broke his dominance. But again, you had played with him for a long time, making him look pathetic.

And he would return the favor.

As he picked up the pace, your hand tried to go to your sex so you could rub your clit in search of that release you desperately needed. But he pulled your hand away, holding it above your head again.

"This ain't 'bout you, sweetheart. I will come first, then we'll see what I do with ya."

He spoke as he started thrusting you harder, the room being filled by the pat, pat, pat of his hips snapping against your skin, and his balls hitting the swell of your ass.

You closed your fists around the air because, if your hands were free, you would be carving your name on his back.

As his body started trembling you knew he was close, also by the way his cock twitched inside of you.

One, two, three thrusts and he gripped your hips so hard you were sure you would walk around with bruises for the next few days. The warm liquid of his seed spilled inside of you and, by consequence, onto the poor sheets that were almost transparent by now. He groaned and panted onto the crook of your neck.

After catching his breath he pulled out, collecting the remaining of his semen dripping from your hole and pushing it inside once again.

"Gotta keep it inside, darlin'. And ya better do because if not, m'gonna fill you up again."

He said and you whimpered. You could feel your little bundle of nerves pulsating with need, and he simply left you unattended.

As he went to the bathroom you held your legs up against your chest, clenching tight so nothing would spill out. He came back with a rag to clean up himself and you, but when he raised an eyebrow at your direction you knew you were fucked. Quite literally.

It was impossible to keep it inside, what did he think? That it wouldn't drip?

Without speaking, he brought you over to the edge of the bed and placed a pillow under your pelvis to hold you up. Then, he went and positioned himself between your legs again.

"This is what happens when you try to be dominant. What did you learn today, darlin'?"

He asked as he buried himself inside of you once again, making you cry out in pleasure. Your pussy was just exhausted from keeping up with him, and so were you. You just wanted him to let you come on his dick, or without it, you couldn't care less anymore.

"T-That I shouldn't –fuck, Joel – I shouldn't try to be dominant."

You spoke as hot tears streamed down your face, your legs trembling as he put one over his shoulder. You screamed in pleasure when the new position angled him better to touch that part of your cervix that made you see stars.

"That's a girl.. If you keep up, Imma let you come. Is that what you want? You wanna come?"

He asked, and you knew it was better to answer rather quickly.

"Yes! Yes, please. Please let me come."

You responded desperately, grasping his arms and digging your nails on his flesh. Take it as a way to return the bruises on your hips.

He kept on hitting that same spot inside of you, making you squirm and call out his name like a prayer. He wouldn't give you a break, wouldn't let you catch your breath.

Suddenly, he licked his thumb and pressed it against your clit, making you grip the sheets.

"Please, p-please, Joel. Please let me."

You mumbled and he smirked at the sight of you. Your hair was sticking to your face after sweating so much, and your lower lip was swollen from biting down on it. Soft, glistening tears made their way down your cheeks.

"'s okay, princess. Imma take care of you. Just gonna fill you up once more."

He spoke in a slightly breathless tone. His body was covered in sweat as well and his face scrunched up every time he would push his cock into your cunt once again. He picked up his pace and began rubbing your clit without stopping.

You wanted to come? Fine. But he wouldn't be gentle about it.

Your moans began coming out more shortly and fast paced, leaving almost no space between one and the next.

"Come f'me, sweetheart. Let me hear you while I fill you up again."

He spoke against your ear, holding your waist now. His hands trembled as he spoke, he was so close.

You were drenched at this point, mixed juices dripping to the floor as you felt him twitch once again inside of you. A rush of white painted your walls and that was the deal breaker for you.

You screamed as you came, tears coming out harder as you gripped his arm like a lifeline. You weren't sure when it would ever stop, the endless waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again.

The next thing happened all while you tried to recover. Joel pulled out with a grunt and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then reached for the wet rag and very carefully cleaned you up.

He scooped you out of bed and had you sit down on the toilet, all while he changed the sheets into new ones.

"I'll be right back, sweetheart. I jus' need to change those sheets, okay?"

He said before kissing your cheek lovingly. When he came back he didn't even let you walk back, oh no, he couldn't let you lift a finger. He scooped you back up and laid you in bed, tucking you in.

You felt as if your limbs had turned into jelly and your mind was still too focused in coming down from everything that had happened. So, he wasn't surprised when you simply closed your eyes and let yourself be pulled into his chest, cradling you with his arms.

Before that, though, he helped you sit up just for a moment so you could chug on a glass of cold water he had brought for you. That helped make you feel a little bit more composed.

He spoke loving words to you, telling you how amazing you were and how much he loved you. Sunday mornings were almost ritually like that with Joel: wake up, have sex, and go back to sleep in the arms of one another.

His fingers gently threaded your hair when slumber called you and you answered, falling asleep on his chest. His movements became lazier and slower until they came to a stop when he also fell asleep, all while keeping an arm over your waist.

Because, no matter how rough he was during your most intimate moments, he would always protect and care for you. Even in his sleep.

[zushikiss]

sunday morning w/ scara

summary ; sunday mornings with your boyfriend, scaramouche :)

warnings ; none! just fluff

pairings ; scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; modern!au, slightly connected to my searching for you smau but can be read by itself, inspired by sunday morning - maroon 5 (ty joshua hong), this is kinda short 😭

it was sunday morning and you woke up first, contrary to popular belief, scaramouche enjoyed his time sleeping, it was a common occurence for him to be late because he overslept, though you never got to enjoy waking up beside him considering his tight schedule.

you were still in bed beside him, just admiring his features as you finally get the urge to get up, you stretch for a bit before roaming around your apartment, watering your plants before getting a couple eggs and a pack of bacon out the fridge.

you start humming to yourself, it's a new song from 6reeze's new album, you find yourself humming to a lot of scaramouche's part, you continue humming to yourself in your own little bubble before you feel two hands hugging you from behind.

"good morning, you should've woken me up."

"good morning! and no, i shouldn't, you deserve to rest as long as you need to."

"if that's true then you should've stayed in bed with me, i can't sleep without you."

his voice was a deeper than usual and husky, something you don't hear everyday.

"oh? well we're both up now so.."

"come back to bed?"

"we'll eat first then we can sleep again."

he groans a bit before leaving your side, you hear plates clank together, you assume he's setting up for the both of you to eat already.

"hurry up, i wanna sleep again."

"are you sure you just wanna sleep again or you just wanna cuddle?"

"both, just hurry."

if sunday mornings always felt like this, you'd want forever.

[number1mingyustan]

Sunday Morning ☾ ♡

fiancé!joshua x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, cursing, explicit smut, established realtionship, brief handjob, unprotected sex, morning sex, soft sex, creampie, cockwarming

Summary: Sunday morning, rain is falling...

Word Count: 1.5k

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sunday morning - maroon 5

The rain taps lightly against the window, resounding in the bedroom from the glass panels.

You arise out of your slumber with a soft yawn, your face pressed against your fiancé's bare chest. Joshua is already awake, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

His arm is still wrapped around your frame while the other holds his phone steadily. His ears perk up when he hears you yawn and he tilts his head down to get a better look at you.

"Morning beautiful," he smiles.

"Morning Joshie," You smile back.

He places his phone on the nightstand, placing his attention onto you fully. His fingers trace your body, outlining your skin with light touches.

You stay like this for a few moments, simply embracing each other and enjoying one another's presence. It's not until you feel him leaning in closer to your face that you decide to get up.

You sit up and press a kiss onto his cheek instead. You attempt to break away from his grip and get out of bed, but he stops you.

“No,” He pouts, pulling you back onto him. “Cuddle with me.”

“Josh-“

“It’s a Sunday morning, we don’t have anything to do today. Come cuddle with me baby.”

"I was only going to brush my teeth," You explain. "Didn't wanna kiss you with morning breath."

"Don't care," He groans. "You're so warm. Stay with me."

A smile forms on your face and you climb back into the bed next to him. “Only if I get to be big spoon.”

You roll over, switching positions with him so he's in front of you and you're cuddling him from behind. You hold him as close as possible from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Your heart misses a beat when your hand accidentally brushes against the hard-on he's sprouting in his pyjama pants.

"Shit Josh–you're so hard," Your voice is just above a whisper.

"Mmm, ignore it," He says. "Just morning wood. A little perverted don't you think, why are you all the way down there anyway?"

"Was just wrapping my arm around you 'Shua. 'S sticking straight up, didn't mean to. But shit, it's kind of hard to ignore."

He lets out a soft groan when he feels your hand slip into the hole of his pyjama pants. "Y/n."

You ignore him, wrapping your fist around his cock and pumping him slowly. You're in no rush, stroking his length and squeezing around the head of his cock.

His lips part and you hear him release breathy moans from his lips. You don't need to see him to know how pretty he looks right now. Eyes closed with his plump lips damp from licking and open just wide enough for you to hear him.

You stop for a moment, spitting onto your hand as a lubricant before holding his cock in your hand once again. You're unconsciously grinding against him from behind, hips moving on their own as you find yourself getting turned on at the sound of him.

"Shit," He rasps, voice just above a whisper.

You squeeze his cock a little tighter and he groans. You feel the way he leaks his precum onto your hand and smirk in satisfaction. You swipe your thumb across the tip and twist your hand skillfully.

His hips match your movement, slowly thrusting his hips forward to meet each stroke of your hand. It's sensual and not rushed, making the experience feel a whole lot more intimate.

He stops you before he feels himself getting close, gripping your hand over his cock and stopping you from moving. "Wanna be inside of you."

You nod even though he can't see you. He removes himself from your grasp and turns around. He climbs on top of you, leaving soft kisses along your neck and collarbone as his fingers trail up your thighs. He pulls the t-shirt you're wearing up and pushes your panties to the side.

His head is buried in the crook of your neck and you can feel his hot breath on your skin. He brings his fingers to his mouth, coating them in his saliva before he's pressing them against your clit. You were already getting wet, but Joshua already knows he's too impatient to properly prep you.

He rubs small circles on your clit for a moment and you buck your hips up needily. Once satisfied, Joshua drags the tip of his cock along your folds and slips into your walls.

You both moan out in unison at the initial feeling.

Everything is slow paced and gentle. He pulls his hips back, thrusting his cock into you. He's focused on fucking you deep, filling you up to the brim at his own pace.

You take him so well, warm walls inviting him to fuck himself deep inside of you. It's so intimate, having his this close to you and so deep inside.

Your bodies are growing sweaty, sticking to one another and the clothes covering a small part of your bodies.

"Shua,' You moan out softly.

He takes such good care of you. He makes you feel him, stretching you out more with each thrust of his hips gently. He continues circling your clit with his thumb as he whispers praises into your ear.

His voice is broken and breathy, his words of encouragement coming out as needy whimpers. He's so close to you, yet he wants to feel closer. There's so much intimacy, it's burning through your bodies.

The loud rain against the window doesn't do much to drown out the sinful sounds filling your bedroom. You're so wet, making it easy for him to fill you up and have the wet squelching resound in the room.

Your hands rake through his soft black hair. Your fingertips comb through the waves, slightly tugging as he pleasures you. He brushes his nose against your collarbone and you can feel his hot breath against your skin.

You wrap your legs around his torso, forcing him impossibly deeper inside of you. You both breathe out in unison when his cock nudges against the sweet spot deep inside of you.

He continues thrusting deep inside of you slowly, angling his hips to hit the same spot inside of you. He keep his thumb on your clit and lifts his head to see you. He knows its only a matter of time before you'll cum and he needs to see the view for himself.

Sure enough, you let out a whine and a curse of his name before you fall apart. He fucks you through it slowly, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. You make it heard for him however, spasming under his body and tightening around his length.

He talks you through it, telling you how pretty you look and how much he loves you. "So good baby... fuck- you're so good darling."

Your eyes fall shut as you relish in your moment of bliss. Your hands grip the soft bed sheets in a tight fist and your mouth hangs open in an 'O' shape.

When you come down, you're panting and met with your fiancé's soft smile. "Hi gorgeous," he licks his lips slowly.

You respond to him with a kiss, pulling his face against yours. He kisses you back softly, lips moving together in perfect harmony. There's so much love flowing through your bodies and pouring into one another.

His hips pick up movement on their own as he kisses you. You gasp into his mouth. You're still sensitive from your first orgasm, but the pleasure is addictive.

He's not far behind and you can tell with the way his cock twitches inside of you and how erratic his hips move against you. He fucks you sloppily become he cums inside of you.

You let out a sigh as he fills you up and paints your inner walls white. He groans and allows his eyes to fall shut as he pumps his cum into you.

Even after he comes down, he stays inside of you and pulls your body closer to his. He lays at your side, spooning you once again so you;re facing one another. He leaves light touches along your warm skin, tracing the lines of your body with his fingers.

"I love you," He whispers. He holds your hand in his and kisses the ring on your finger with a sweet smile.

"Love you too Joshie," You yawn and press your head against his chest.

Eventually you're both falling back to sleep in each others arms on the quiet Sunday morning. The rain continues to tap against the window lightly as your fiancé holds you beneath the covers of your bed.

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[shanieveh]

REVERSE 09↻: second chances

wriothesley x fem!reader

Now playing: Sunday morning — Maroon 5

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the whole campus knows about his unfathomable crush on the resident good girl and straight a student, name. he was fine with your constant ignoring and rejections until something happened, until he stopped, and a reverse took place... now you won't leave him alone

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[jeonqham]

— S𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 @felinous

[libraryofloveletters]

Routines

pairing: erling haaland x reader

summary: sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

author’s note: this was a random one, dedicated to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries since she picked the song <3

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) 

written in the photos series masterlist

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youruser added an instagram story.

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youruser

liked by erling.haaland, yourbestie, rubendias and 198,430 others

youruser: sundays ♥️

location: south of france

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yn_wife: omg?? who’s that!!!!

user4: who’s the man bestieeeeee

jackgrealish: 😍🩷🩷

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↪️user10: arianaaaaaaa🫢 what are you doing herreeeeeee

9_10: I swear jack has a girlfriend?? what is he doing here 😭

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erling.haaland

liked by jackgrealish, youruser, rubendias and 789,324 others 

erling.haaland: ☀️

location: south of france

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jackgrealish: miss you buddy ❤️

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user9: !!!! who’s that in pic two !!!!!!!!!!

↪️ynsbiggestfan: that’s literally queen yn😭 it’s the same hairstyle from her post earlier today

youruser: 🌑

↪️erling.haaland: you think you’re funny 

yn_wife: ynnnn what are you doing herreeeeeeeee

user12: so they’re totally seeing each other right ^^ that’s literally her in the second pic 

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youruser

liked by erling.haaland, jackgrealish, nathanake and 782,509 others 

youruser: ⚽️ vs 🏠

tagged: erling.haaland

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yn_wife: I fucking called it

judebellingham: there are children on this app 😭

↪️youruser: and you’re one of them, get out my comments Jude 🫶🏽🫶🏽

user10: screaming, crying, sliding down the wall!!! the second pic??!?!!?!?!

erling.haaland: you’ll get used to it 

↪️youruser: trying my best

9haaland: i thought this was a wholesome post 😭 jumpscare for the second pic

jackgrealish: okay so I can finally tell people I know the famous y/n

↪️youruser: and I can say im friends with dj grealooooo

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