#thank you again!! this was so fun to think through

[naburi]

MY TEAMMATE’S DAUGHTER

SANA X READER

TAGS: DADDY KINK

2.7K WORDS

“There she is! Look at my daughter!” Your teammate points in the stand. He found out that he had an illegitimate child, now a beautiful young woman. He pays her visits occasionally and brings her every game to make up for the time he missed, not knowing that his daughter is already receiving the attention that she needs. “F-fuck me harder daddy!” Sana’s plea echoes through your room.

“You’re such a slut.” You said while you slapped her ass. You are holding Sana by her thin arms as you pound her from behind. Her thin body shakes in every impact. “You want harder?” You said as you tighten your grip in her arms to pound her with more force. You take a pause after pulling it out just to ram your cock again in her now messy wet slit. The sound of her juicy slit getting pounded, the sound of flesh colliding as your hips bumps her meaty ass, Sana’s whales of pleasure. These noise made you fuck your slut even more.

Driving back home, a few notifications pop out on your phone screen. You just know they are from the fans that want to congratulate you after a win. You have no idea that one of those fans will change your life overnight. Finally arrived at your home. You went straight to bed to get some needed rest. Scrolling through the notifications bubble, you notice a familiar display photo, but you didn’t mind it as you thought that you probably saw them in the stadium. You are grateful to receive some encouraging messages from your fans, thus you take your time to read each and every message. After opening the first few bubbles, this notification bubble led you to an instagram story that mentioned you. It’s a picture of you and two of your teammates. “Hold on, is this her daughter?” You said as you went to check her account. You saw some of her posts where she is in the game. “That’s why she mentioned me, I’m with her father in the photo.” You concluded. Sana is laying in her room, waiting for you to notice her story. She smiles as it notifies her that you give it a like.

The next game is concluded in a loss, the locker room is silent. It’s an unspoken rule that nobody should go out or have fun at night after a loss. You went straight home. you quickly drove home to get this night. Fewer notifications pop in your phone. You 're not expecting any good messages with how you lost this game. You saw the name of the daughter of your teammate again in your notification bubbles. You click on it first which brings you to an instagram story again. This time it’s a video of you with a caption “great play!” Attached with your mentioned name. You appreciate her compliment and contemplate if you should send her a message. Thinking about it for a minute, you settle in giving it a like again. Scrolling through the other bubbles, a new notification pops up. Sana followed you on instagram and sent you a direct message. “Hi! You did your best! Let’s win the next one!” You left a chuckle while reading her message. You haven’t heard her voice before but you read it like someone is cheering you on. “Thank you! Father played well today as well!” You responded to her. After sending the message, I saw that she had already seen it. It means she’s waiting for your message all along. “He’s a good player just like you! I want to meet you in person!” She sent another message but you were too tired to look at it. You toss your phone to the side before falling asleep.

You drove to the stadium for an early game today. Walking at the facility, it’s strange that you have not met anybody from your team yet. You continue to look for anyone in your team as you hear a noise coming out of one of the rooms. The whole team and staff are here and they are circling around a woman? “Your daughter is so pretty!”,”this can’t be your kid, she doesn’t look like you!”,”she’s too gorgeous to be your daughter!” The whole team is making fun of her father. Sana is standing on the other side, just smiling with the jokes. Her brunette hair shines from the sunlight behind her. Her silky white skin glows brighter than the light itself. Your teammates take turns shaking the woman before going out to the dugout. As more people leave the room, Sana finally caught a glimpse of you. Her innocent smile widens just enough that it looks seductive. It’s your turn for a handshake. You reach out your hand for sana to hold. Her slim fingers touch the back of your hand, her soft hands graces on your skin so slowly that it gives you chills. Her small hands look small compared to yours. She holds your hand a little longer than the others. “Goodluck!” She said while tightening her grip before finally letting your hands go. This is the first time you heard her voice. It didn’t help that her seductive smile didn’t go away when she held you. You won this game, the coach invited the team to celebrate this win with liquor. Some of your teammates are joking that they should also invite Sana with them but her father and some of the other players say that it should be a team only celebration. It’s still early in the night but you and some of your teammates excuse yourselves to go home to take an early rest.

Driving back home, your phone started to pop off with notifications again. You smile expecting a mentioned story or a message from Sana again. You sit on the sofa before you check your phone. You were baffled that no notification is from Sana. Checking your conversation, you saw that you haven’t responded to her message last night. “Should I message her?” You asked yourself. Sana has been putting you in a story in every game but today. You want to know the reason why you haven’t heard from her today thus finding yourself being the one to message her first. “It’s nice to meet you up close.” You said in your chat. Sana usually responds right away. It’s been 10 minutes now and she still has not read your message. You started to worry that you might have done something wrong that made the woman step away from you.

It’s past 10 pm, and a series of notifications wakes you up. You found yourself sleeping on your sofa, waiting for a response from Sana. You hurriedly sat up as you saw the new notification bubbles. “Hi! I grabbed drinks with a friend!” She said while also sending a picture. It’s a picture of her with her drink beside a drawing on the wall. You may get the hint but you act oblivious. “Have you made it home? Stay safe.” You responded. You are finally at ease knowing that she’s just busy. “Thank you, I’m walking with my friend on the way home. We are just a few houses apart from where she lived.” She quickly responded. “Let’s grab a drink some other time as well :)” she added with a smiling expression. The idea of going out with Sana excites you but the realization that her father might take it the wrong way holds you back. you don’t want to create any distraction with the team. “Your father might have found out,” you responded. “We can grab some drinks and spend some time in your house,” she suggested. You don’t like where this is heading, you know what will happen if the two of you are left alone in your home. “No one will find out” you said to yourself before agreeing with Sana. “Meet me after the game on Friday” you said to her.

In the locker room, the players are doing their pre-game routine and changing clothes. Sana is off your mind as you are focused on winning against your rival team. She didn’t leave your mind that long enough as you saw the woman standing outside of the locker room door. Sana is wearing less than what you are accustomed to. She usually is in jeans while paring it to your team's jersey. The locker room got quiet as they were too stunned with how attractive she is. The woman is wearing a small skirt that exposes her long lean legs paired with a tight folder jersey that shows her midriff. She walked inside the locker room to hand something to her father. She said it’s for good luck as she knows that this game means more as it is against your historically rival team. Sana gives you a long glance with a smirk on her face before she walks out. You both knew that she was not there for her father. She’s in there to give a glimpse of what you will see more tonight.

The game ended in a victory. Your coach invited the whole team to celebrate but you politely declined this one as you said you have a date. Your teammates are making fun of you that what you meant is really that you are going to hook up with someone tonight. It is not further from the truth as your mind gets clouded by how seductive Sana looks at you and how inviting her outfit is. You hurriedly walk your way out of the stadium. You tried to call your date for tonight but you were surprised that she is already in front of your car, waiting for you. “What if someone saw you?”,”I’ll just say I’m looking for my father.” She smirked at you. You look around to see if any player or staff saw the two of you but it seems like they are still inside. “How did you know which one is my car?” You asked in disbelief. Sana just gives you a wide smile. You guide her to the passenger seat and open the door for her. She thanked you as she sat inside.

You drove off to the nearest convenient store to grab drinks and some snacks. Sana is waiting in the car while you buy those items in the store. After returning to your seat. You felt her slim fingers wander on your pants. “What took you so long?” Sana’s voice changed. Her voice became higher pitched than usual, almost acting like a baby that’s waiting for her food. Her left hand is now moving up and downward on top of your forming bulge. You have not said anything as you don’t know how to react to her fast advancement. “I want to feel you now, Daddy,” her voice changed again. From a baby-like voice to a slow and alluring voice. Something clicked into you when she called you “Daddy.” It woke up your instinct for sex. Sana noticed this too as she felt how hard you got just by hearing that. Sana smiled and didn't leave her face as she knows that she will get what she came for. The two of you have now arrived at your home. You bring down the drinks and snacks to a small table in your living room. You sit on your sofa as you are about to open the drinks but Sana has other plans.

“I’ve waited long enough, daddy.” Sana unzips your pants down to your ankles. She smiles when she sees your cock begging to be let out on your underwear. She pulls your underwear slowly as she wants to see it spring back up in total hardness which she saw when she finally let your hard cock out. Sana gives your hard cock a few strokes before she measures it with her forearm. “It’s bigger than my forearm!” Her thin forearm has no match with the girth of your cock. You chuckled as even in this situation she can still look as cute and innocent as ever. Sana laughs with you before she holds your cock and pat her face with it. She let your cock rest on her face. Your hard cock is resting beside her sharp nose bridge, your shaft is on top of her left cheek while she closes one of her eyes as your cock is covering half of her face with your tip on her forehead. Sana smiles as she gets turned on by feeling your big cock on her soft face. She holds your cock again to now pat her tongue with it. She gives the tip a few licks before trying to swallow all of your cock in one go. You groan as your cock is not even lubricated enough for a deepthroat. You can feel her soft inside as she slowly swallows all of your cock. Her sharp nose touches your abdomen before she pulls her head back. Sana gasped some air as she left a chuckle. “You have a big dick, daddy.” She smiles again with her eyes widening from excitement.

You had enough of her gimmicks, you know what she came for and you will give her exact what she wants. You hold Sana’s brown hair in a makeshift pigtail to have something to hold on. Sana even opens her mouth wide as she waits for your movement. You bring down her face again, impaling her mouth with your hard cock. Gagging sounds come out every time you put all of your cock in her mouth but she didn’t care. Sana let you use her mouth for your pleasure. You stand up to give yourself a better angle. You know moving your hips to meet her face every time. Sana looks up at you with tears flowing down her eyes. You fasten your face until Sana’s face turns red due to lack of oxygen. You get worried for a bit as you pause to check on her. She coughs when you finally let go of her face. “Why didn’t you tap out?” You asked. “I want my daddy to use me just as he pleases” Sana gives you a wicked smile even in her messed up face.

You carry Sana to your room, she wraps her legs onto you while she kisses your neck before you carry her down to your bed. You unbutton her small skirt and tossed it on the other end of the room. Sana tried to fasten the process by pulling her underwear on her own but you caught her hand. “Someone is being inpatient.” You said while removing her hand on her underwear. “S-sorry, daddy” she said. You eventually remove her underwear. “Fuck me please, daddy.” “Fuck me now,” she continues to plead before you hold her cheeks to open her mouth. You put her underwear inside her mouth as a consequence of her impatience. You aligned your hard cock on her wet lips before slowly plunging it in. Sana's loud moans are muffled by the underwear inside her mouth. You can feel how her slit stretched out due to your girthy cock. You hold her by her thin legs and start your movement. Sana's muffled moans are still loud. She tried to remove her top while you're on top of her but you slap her hands away. “What did I tell you about being inpatient?” You shouted at her. Sana got turned on with how aggressive you're becoming. You pull up her folded jersey top and her bra in one go, exposing her perky boobs. You slapped her boobs with force until red marks appeared. You squeezed her boobs to hold onto it while you continue to fuck her. Sana can’t take it anymore. She removes her underwear in her mouth and starts to plead more. “Fuck me just like that, daddy!” She shouted as her body arched back in pleasure. “You like getting fucked like a slut?” You shouted back. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! I’m your slut!” She said before she left out a loud moan. You pulled out your cock and instructed her to bend down. Sana quickly obliged and even spread her ass cheeks in front of you. You hold her thin arms as you continue to plunge your cock inside her again. “F-fuck me harder, daddy!”

[psychemochanight]

Headcanon that Dick's siblings (-Tim, he knows everything) have no idea that he has a new job every time, and think he's still a cop.

Like Dick every time they mention his police job and he says "I'm not a cop anymore, I'm..." and he names something different every time, they think he's lying.

Jason: Isn't it ironic? One brother is a cop and the other is a crime lord.

Dick: Although I'm not a police officer anymore, I'm a gym teacher.

Jason, thinking he's being sarcastic: Yeah, and I'm not a crime lord anymore as well.

Dick: Good for you.

Damian: Richard, why aren't you in the office? I thought this was your working hours.

Dick, who went to pick up Damian from school: Now I work in the afternoon and at night, I am a bartender.

Damian, doesn't believe him because Dick is Nightwing at night: hm...

Steph, on the phone : Dick, do you think you can get me some reports from the office? There's a case here in Gotham and I think it's spread to Blüdhaven, they probably have them there in the records.

Dick: Steph, I haven't been a police officer for months, but I'll see if I can get through an ex-colleague for you. I'll call you later, I'm in the middle of a photo shoot.

Steph: ok, thank uuuu.

Steph, hanging up the call: If he didn't could help me right now he could say so, there was no need to make up that excuse.

Cass: He might be in an undercover job right now.

Steph: Maybe you're right.

Duke simply refuses to talk to him anymore because he still thinks he's a cop.

Tim: You've been in this job for two months, I think that's a record. Do you like it?

Dick, hanging upside down in the cave: Something like that? I just don't know what I want to do now and I don't want to be unemployed until I decide.

Tim: Hmm... I don't think you want to be in an office again, do you?

Dick: I'm not going back to WE, once was enough for a lifetime.

Tim: Fair enough. Can I at least ask you for a photo shoot for a season to promote the new line?

Dick: Sure, it was fun being a model for a while.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I’ve read every single one of your works, and I am absolutely obsessed! The way you write and capture emotions is beyond amazing—it’s pure magic. I really hope this isn’t too much to ask 😭, but I just adore your writing so much. If you’re not comfortable with this request, though, please don’t hesitate to ignore it. Thank you so much!

Could I request a James Potter x Reader story? The plot starts with James pursuing Lily Evans, but along the way, he realizes his feelings for her were more about the excitement of the chase. In contrast, with the reader, he feels truly at ease, able to be himself without pretending or changing for anyone. I’d love for Lily’s perspective to be included—how she starts to desire James after noticing how much he’s 'matured' in his relationship with the reader, but she can only stand by and watch as James and the reader create their beautiful love story.

chase ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where he realizes who he truly loves

warnings: fluff overload, mild angst

word count: 1,836 words

author's note: omg stopppp you’re making me blush ‹𝟹 this is the sweetest thing ever, and i’m so honored you enjoy my writing!! ♡

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James Potter had been chasing Lily Evans for years. Everyone at Hogwarts knew it—how he’d flash his most charming smile, throw an arm around her shoulder with a wink, and dramatically proclaim his undying love. It was all in good fun, of course. At least, that’s what he always told himself.

Lily, ever stubborn, had always rebuffed him. At first, she detested his arrogance. Later, she simply rolled her eyes and dismissed his advances, treating him as little more than a particularly persistent house elf. James didn't mind. The chase was half the fun, after all.

"She'll come around, you'll see," James would say after every rejection, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"Mate, she's been saying no for three years," Sirius pointed out, sprawled lazily on the Gryffindor common room couch. "At what point do you consider the possibility that she's actually not interested?"

James gasped, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. "Not interested? Padfoot, please. That’s just what she wants me to think."

Remus sighed from behind his book. "Or perhaps she genuinely means it. You ever consider not making a public spectacle every time you ask her out?"

Peter snickered. "Yeah, Prongs, maybe if you stop serenading her in the Great Hall, she'll stop running the other way."

"That was one time!" James protested. "And I thought she’d appreciate the gesture."

You, sitting cross-legged by the fire, smirked. "James, darling, even I was embarrassed for you, and I usually live for the drama."

Sirius grinned. "See? When even our dear, theatrical doll here cringes, you know you’ve gone too far."

James huffed, crossing his arms. "You lot are supposed to support me."

Remus finally set his book down, giving him a small smile. "We do support you. We just also support your dignity."

James groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Alright, fine. Maybe I’ll try… a different approach."

The boys exchanged glances, and you patted his knee sympathetically. "That’s the spirit, Prongs. Maybe next time, just… don’t propose in front of McGonagall again."

James groaned even louder as the Marauders burst into laughter.

But somewhere along the way, the chase had stopped being fun.

It had started with you.

You, the one he never really had to chase. You, who laughed at his antics but also scolded him when he was being too reckless. You, who had a quick wit but also a kindness about you that softened his rougher edges. You, who never needed him to be anything but himself.

It hadn’t happened all at once. There was no lightning strike, no grand revelation. Just little moments that wove themselves into something undeniable.

The way you tucked a stray curl behind your ear when you were reading, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. James had watched you do it a hundred times before realizing how endearing he found it. The way you argued with Sirius about the best way to sneak into Hogsmeade, eyes alight with mischief as you held your ground against the self-proclaimed master of rule-breaking. The way you always had a spare quill when he inevitably lost his, rolling your eyes fondly as you handed it over with a teasing, "Honestly, James, do you even own quills?"

There was the way you leaned against his shoulder after a long cold day, sighing. "James Potter, you are a human furnace. Please continue existing exactly as you are."

There was the way he found himself seeking you out first—before Remus, before Sirius, before Peter, before anyone else—whenever he had good news to share. The way his jokes felt funnier when you laughed at them. The way his name sounded different coming from your lips, softer somehow, like it belonged there.

One night, after an exhausting Quidditch practice, you had met him outside the changing rooms with a chocolate frog in hand. "For your heroic efforts," you’d said with a mock bow, pressing it into his palm. He had laughed, shoving it into his pocket, but the warmth in his chest lingered long after.

James Potter had always thought he wanted a grand, all-consuming love. He had spent years chasing something he thought would make him whole. But standing beside you, teasing and laughing and existing so effortlessly together, he realized something else.

Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be a chase.

Maybe it was supposed to feel like home.

Lily noticed the shift before James did. It crept up on her, subtle but undeniable, like the slow changing of seasons. He still ruffled his hair like a prat, still laughed too loudly with his friends, still turned every moment into a grand performance. But there was something quieter about him now, something settled in the way he carried himself. The endless pursuit that had once defined James Potter—the grand gestures, the dramatic declarations, the unrelenting chase—had stopped. And he hadn’t even noticed.

At first, she felt relief. She had spent years pushing him away, certain that his attention was something fleeting, something she didn’t want. And now, finally, he had listened.

Then she felt something else.

She caught herself watching him more often. Noticing the little things. The way his grin softened when he looked at you. The way his hand found your wrist when he pulled you toward him in the common room, like it was second nature. The way he listened when you spoke—really listened, with an intensity that made it clear you had his full attention. She had never seen that look on his face before. Not when he looked at her.

And suddenly, she found herself wondering. Had she been wrong about James Potter?

Had she spent all these years dismissing him without ever really knowing him? Had she mistaken boyish bravado for immaturity, mistaking the show for the substance beneath it?

But it didn’t matter.

Because James wasn’t looking at her anymore.

The realization hadn’t struck James like lightning, not at first. He hadn’t woken up one day and thought, Oh, I love her. No, it was something slower, quieter—woven into the fabric of every moment he spent with you.

It was the way you sat beside him in the common room, curled up with a book, the firelight casting flickering shadows across your face. The way you absently played with the hem of his sleeve when you were lost in thought. The way you saw him—not James Potter, Quidditch Captain, mischief-maker, the boy who never stopped chasing—but James. Just James.

And for the first time, he found that was all he wanted to be.

He didn’t need to impress you. He didn’t need to chase you. He could just exist with you, and it was enough.

There was a night—one that stuck with him, long after it had passed—when he had finally put words to the feeling.

You had found him on the Astronomy Tower, shoulders hunched against the cold, lost in thoughts he hadn’t even realized were weighing him down. You didn’t ask what was wrong. You just sat beside him, close enough that your knees touched, close enough that he could feel your warmth.

“You ever think about who you are without all the noise?” he murmured after a long silence.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

James hesitated. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve spent so much time being—being James Potter, you know? The one who’s always got a joke, the one who’s always chasing something. But with you…” He trailed off, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I don’t have to be anything but me.”

You blinked, taken aback, before a small smile curved your lips. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

James let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter now. “Yeah, it is.”

You nudged his shoulder gently. “For what it’s worth, I like just you.”

And that was it.

Not a grand confession. Not a dramatic moment. Just quiet understanding.

Just home.

Lily saw it all unfold. Saw James fall in love without the fanfare, without the spectacle. And for the first time, she saw him—not the boy who had chased her, but the boy who had finally stopped running.

And it wasn’t for her.

It was too late.

Then came the grand gesture.

James Potter did nothing in half measures, and asking you on a date was no exception. If anything, he seemed almost nostalgic about the whole ordeal—like he had spent so many years planning elaborate schemes for Lily that now, finally asking the right person, he wanted to do it justice.

So, naturally, it started with fireworks.

Not just any fireworks, but ones that spelled out your name across the sky in brilliant, shimmering letters, crackling above the Quidditch Pitch where half the school had gathered after dinner. Then came the enchanted banners floating midair, reading: 'WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?' in flashing gold and red, trailing behind a very enthusiastic Sirius, who had volunteered to fly them around on his broom. A charmed choir of singing toads croaked a love song (Remus’ contribution, because, according to him, ‘there needed to be some class in this spectacle’), and Peter had somehow gotten his hands on a bouquet of flowers that smelled like sunshine.

James himself stood in the center of it all, hand on his heart, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

The crowd turned to you, hushed in anticipation. Lily, standing off to the side, watched with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on her face. There was a time when she would have scoffed at something like this, dismissed it with a roll of her eyes.

But you—

You were grinning.

Dramatically clutching your chest, you gasped, staggering back like a swooning damsel in distress. "Oh, James Potter! Whatever shall I say? This is all so sudden!"

James, without missing a beat, fell to one knee. "Say yes, my darling star! For I have loved you since the dawn of time—or, well, since fourth year at least, and that’s practically the same thing!"

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. "Hmm. I don’t know, Potter. It’s an awfully big commitment."

James shot to his feet, grabbing your hands, eyes wide with mock desperation. "I shall spend every day proving myself worthy of your love! I shall carry your books! Share my sweets! Defend your honor against Slytherins and bad hair days alike!"

You sighed deeply, then beamed. "Well, in that case… Yes! A thousand times yes!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, Sirius fist-pumped midair, and Remus groaned into his hands. James, triumphant, swept you up in a spin, laughing so hard his glasses nearly fell off.

Lily watched it all unfold, and for the first time, she felt the weight of what she had lost. Not because she wanted James, not really. But because once upon a time, it had been her he was chasing.

But James Potter had finally stopped chasing.

Because he had already caught what he was looking for.

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[lazysoulwriter]

Yes, it's her. - Lewis Hamilton.

Summary: Y/N and Lewis Hamilton have always been spotted together, hand in hand, leaving people to speculate about their relationship. While they found the rumors amusing, Lewis wanted to make it official. It was just a simple request to date—no big deal—so why was he so nervous? With his usual charm and a lot of cheesy jokes, he takes a leap, hoping she’ll say yes.

The evening had started like any other. The two of you had ordered takeout and were sprawled on the couch, lazily scrolling through Netflix to find something neither of you would actually pay attention to.

“Rom-com?” Lewis asked, scrolling past 10 Things I Hate About You.

“Too predictable.”

“Action?” He paused on a Marvel movie.

“Too loud.”

“Horror?”

You shot him a look, and he smirked. “Too scary for you, babe?”

“I’m not scared. I just don’t feel like spending the night listening to you scream.”

He laughed, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “Fine. No movie. Let’s just sit here and bask in each other’s presence.”

“Oh, how romantic,” you teased, pulling your legs up onto the couch.

Lewis shifted beside you, his knee bouncing ever so slightly. You noticed but said nothing. It wasn’t unusual for him to fidget—he was always full of energy—but tonight felt different.

“You okay?” you finally asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, of course,” he said quickly, his voice just a tad too high-pitched to be convincing.

“Lewis…”

He turned to you with a grin that was a little too wide. “What? Can’t a man enjoy some quality time with his favorite person?”

“Are you sure you’re not hiding something? You’re acting weird.”

“Me? Weird? Never.” He reached for his wine glass, taking a sip that lasted just a little too long.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you nervous about something? Did you crash another car?”

He nearly choked on his wine. “What? No! Why would you even say that?”

“Because the last time you acted like this, you accidentally ran over my potted plant with your electric scooter.”

He groaned, covering his face. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

He chuckled, but the nervous energy didn’t leave him. Instead, he leaned back, pulling you closer until your head was resting on his chest. His fingers played with the ends of your hair, and you could feel his heart beating faster than usual.

“You know,” he started, his tone lighter now, “the paparazzi think we’re already dating.”

You smiled, recalling the many headlines you’d seen: ‘Lewis Hamilton and Mystery Woman: Romance or Friendship?’ or ‘Spotted Again: Are They or Aren’t They?’

“They’re pretty creative,” you said. “Remember the one where they said we were secretly engaged?”

“Oh, and the one about us having a secret baby?”

You both burst out laughing, the tension in his body easing slightly.

“I mean, it’s kind of funny,” he said. “They’re all desperate to figure it out.”

“Well, let them keep guessing. It’s more fun this way.”

“Yeah… but what if we didn’t make them guess anymore?”

You froze for a moment, lifting your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly looking everywhere except at you. “I mean… what if we, you know, made it official?”

You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “Lewis, are you asking me out right now?”

His cheeks flushed, and he laughed nervously. “Okay, this is not going how I planned.”

“You had a plan?”

“Kind of. But then I got nervous, and now I’m rambling, and I don’t know why because this should be easy, right? It’s just… I like you. Like, really like you. And I know we’ve never called it anything, but I want to. I want to call you mine, officially. So… will you?”

For a moment, you just blinked at him, trying to process his words. Then, a grin spread across your face. “You’re such a dork.”

“Is that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “Of course, it’s a yes.”

The relief on his face was palpable, and he let out a dramatic sigh. “Thank God. I was about to start sweating.”

“You were already sweating,” you teased.

“Okay, rude.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But you said yes, so I’ll let it slide.”

Later that night, after the excitement had settled and you were both curled up on the couch again, Lewis grabbed his phone.

“What are you doing?” you asked, peeking over his shoulder.

“Posting something,” he said, his tone casual.

You groaned. “Lewis…”

“Relax, it’s nothing big.”

He showed you the screen. It was a photo he’d taken of you earlier that evening, laughing mid-bite of your dinner, entirely candid. The caption read: “Yes. It’s her.”

You covered your face with a pillow. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he said, grinning as he hit post.

You couldn’t argue with that.

[snugcuddler]

thank you @borzoi-gf for the tag eeee

10 things for 10(ish) people you’d like to get to know better

last song: six pack by wine lips, don't really know them but I'm trying to find new albums/artists I like and this was in my recommended songs by spotify - one of my fave songs recently is divisive by we have band

favorite color: green! but really been loving a nice deep yellow ochre recently

last book: reading through the game of thrones series again, currently on the third book so last one was a clash of kings

last film: watched half of the john wick 2 movie last night, very dudeTM movie

last tv show: i don't really watch TV, more into youtube and catching up with people I'm subscribed to - really love allwoolfibers!

sweet/savory/spicy: savory for sure but having a little piece of dark chocolate every night with tea has been a simple pleasure of mine for a long time

relationship status: very much in love

last thing i googled: overshot weaving

current obsession: ravelry - updating my stash and looking at patterns and people's projects I just think it's so smartly designed and intuitive and it's very inspiring to see people's knit projects :) also have been getting back into bullet journaling/using my notebook like a commonplace book and catch all for all of my ideas instead of being super restrictive to my writing/sketching. creativity is so fun :D

looking forward to: seconding spring! growing my hair out longer and going to europe with my love, this weekend and more time spent at my desk making things

tagging (if you'd like to participate!): @bbspinach @earthwound @velvetrooftops @lovergirlmp3 @angustifolia @amnesiaguy

10 things for 10(ish) people you'd like to know better

thanks @se7entyrell for the tag!

last song: spooky by dusty springfield (bc i'm on my 60s vibes shit — again)

favourite colour: any shade of blue!

last book: divine rivals, by rebeca ross (loved it! it's been a minute since i've read a book front to cover so fast)

last film: woman of the hour

last tv show: the consultant

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury for food, bitter for drinks!

relationship status: single. forever.

last thing i googled: xo kitty season 2 date

current obsession: i've been watching any romcom that is recommended to me, old or new, good or trash.

looking forward to: start my new job, write a few more chapters for death defying acts and the tortured firefighters department, go out with my friends to celebrate

tagging: @munsonsreputation @live-love-be-unique

[squidgamewriter00]

omg hii do you think you could do a jun ho x reader where she like overworks herself at her job and ends up passing out and like Jun Ho like goes full worried mode but then there’s fluff at the end?? otherwise just some Jun Ho x reader fluff is fine :)) thank you!!!

jun-ho x overworked reader

guys tumblr won't let me images to this post how else do I look at junhowhile I write 😢😢😢

junho saw how stressed you'd been lately. working extra hours, skipping your lunch break, getting to work early and leaving late into the night - all because your boss had become extra frustrated lately.

no matter how hard you would try to conceal your tiredness, jun-ho would notice. the way you would cancel dates. the way he could hear you typing away late into the night. how the bags under your eyes seemed to only get deeper by the day.

it's hard for jun-ho to say much to console you. after all, he finds himself the same way at times with the amount of stress he faces. he tries his best though.

because of his work he wishes he could find the time to check in more often. when his mind isn't preoccupied with gi-hun or his brother, he's thinking of ways he can sneak out of work and surprise you (much to your boss's dismay)

one work day was particularly rough. it was late into the night, usually the time that you'd get home to see your boyfriend. all your coworkers had left by then, but you still had one task remaining you were absolutely forced to finish.

usually, jun-ho gets home a bit later than you. this time, however, when he called out your name, he was surprised to only hear an echo back.

jun-ho knew how hard your boss had been on you lately, but he didn't expect you to take so long to return.

when he calls your phone the first time, you don't answer. he calls again, no answer. finally, he resorts to texts, "honey, when's your work finished? x"

30 minutes later when there's no response, he can feel a slight knot tie in his stomach

at that point, he hurries to your work, where he finds you passed out at your desk. he rushes beside you and gently shakes you, hoping that you would wake up.

as your eyes slowly start to blink, he places the back of his hand on your forehead.

"boss, I swear, I'll get the work done," you mumble, flinching to his touch.

"babe, it's me," he reassures, a tremble to his voice. "there's no one else here right now. we're going home, okay?"

the protest dies in your throat as he firmly pulls your belongings away from you. you were too tired to resist. even opening your eyes felt exhausting. the next thing you remember is your boyfriend hoisting you in his arms and throwing you over his shoulder with ease, letting your eyes slowly shut to the steps of jun-ho taking you back home.

the second time you awake you find yourself lying in bed pressed against his chest. as soon as he notices the slight movement in his arms, he quickly shifts upward, making sure to not startle you.

"you've been working too much, haven't you?" he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

you swallow deeply with guilt, the words slipping softly out of you. "i'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to worry you"

"just promise me" he whispers, running his hand through your hair, "no more working this late."

"besides," jun-ho whispers, now in a more playful tone. "i'm much more fun, aren't i?"

cheeky.

[damsalindistress]

aventurine x f!reader

imagining aventurine talking you through it while you give him head

(mdni, but i don’t control u so yk what ur reading, nsfw warning. blowjob, throatfucking?, hair pulling, he calls you good girl one time, slight ooc!aventurine bc i don’t wanna get attacked, messy & nasty, big dick!aventurine (not humongous lets be realistic))

your lips are wrapped around his thick shaft in between his thighs, your tongue swirling around his tip so perfectly he lets out shameless moans on your guys’ shared bed.

“mmh fuck, thaaat’s it..” he let out a small hum, feeling your cheeks hollow as you take him deeper into your mouth, his hands find their way to your hair and he gives you a bit of a harsh tug to go deeper, you wonder if he even knows he’s now shoving your head down and your lips are swelling at the constant up and down movement but he looks too lost in the pleasure with the way his eyes are perfectly closed right now.

“such..- such a good girl for me,” he smirks lazily through half lidded eyes, looking down at your swollen lips, chin dripping with saliva as you tried to please him further, wanting to hear his groans again. “take it deeper, c’mon..”

“atta girl..” he says, you almost hated the way you felt your stomach heat up and the way your walls tightened around nothing from the simple praise.

“mmph!” you let out a muffled gasp, his hips began thrusting up, one of his hands tangled in your hair and controlling your head while the other one squeezed the sheets. what was just a normal sensual blowjob became him just fucking your throat.

“nghphh,” you mumble on his cock, trying to suck him but at this point it’s not worth it with the way he’s using your mouth with zero remorse.

it’s okay though, because he’ll eat you out after this right? you really hoped he would. (he does of course.)

“mgh, gonna cum,” he expresses another heavenly moan, you could see his chest rising up and down and his breathing getting heavier as tears almost welled up in your eyes from the way his dick was hitting the little thingy in the back of your throat when he went all the way in.

“nphh— cumgh,” you try to speak, but it only sends vibrations around his member and he pulls on your hair.

“want me to cum in your throat?” he asks you, his voice sounding breathless as he speeds up

“yeah.. yeah you do,” he answers for you before he thrusts his hips up once again, pounding his balls up to your jaw and chin to match with the movement as your hands that were previously calmly on his thighs at the beginning, now gripping his hips.

“ah—ah.. fuck!” he comes apart in your mouth, his load squirting inside of your mouth and when you think you can finally get a breath of air out through your mouth, he holds your head there, letting his liquid go allll the way down.

he lets you swallow around his shaft, enjoying the feeling before he lets your lips slip off with a lewd pop! noise.

“that was.. some of the best head i’ve ever gotten,” he murmurs to you, admiring your dripping chin and your watery eyes once more.

“good, because now i’m expecting the same,” you answer as you swallow the last remains of his warm cum that still remained, licking your lips and catching your breath.

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i had sm fun writing this, i was lwk craving aventurine and then giving him a bj just sounds sooo mwah mwah mwah.. thank you guys for reading ୨ৎ

(if there’s any spelling errors or if you have any recommendations on what i can do better please lmk!)

requests are open !

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 10 Let's Break up… No, lets get back together (Nayeon, Jihyo, Mina)

You awakened by Mina next morning, she just fiercely bobbing her head. ' Good morning, boss' Mina kisses you tip and start ridding you before you can react.

"Mina, I have a guest. Now is not the time." I’ll roll over so I'm on top and say. "If you’re a good girl, I'll make sure to give you all the cum you could ever want at the office." I pull out of Mina and start to get dressed.

Minas hugs you from behind and catches your bulge. 'Please don't, boss. You can’t let your guest see your cock. How about a quick one in my mouth, Minari promises won't make any sound.' Mina starts stroking you again.

"Does Minari not want any of her extra cum I mentioned the other day?" I ask her while I try to pull away. "Maybe I'll have to punish you."

'Sorry boss, Minari is wrong. Minari is just afraid the guest will see your boner. Please don't punish me, Minari has prepared the breakfast for you.' Mina gets off your dick and shake your arm, acting cute to beg you for forgiving her.

"I forgive you Mina, now lets go have breakfast but act like your my secretary only ok? Only business here."

'Yes, boss. Minari will act professionally as always.' Mina kisses your cheek before opening the door and going out with you.

You are waiting for Mina in the living room.

'Morning Y/N' Jihyo comes out from her room while rubbing her eyes, you were shocked by how exposed her pajamas are, you can see her deep cleavage, you know she is big, but you don't expect she is that big, even way beyond Momo.

Your eyes are just attached to her cleavage like there is a magnet, this also applies to Mina who just come out with breakfast, she looks at Jihyo's tits and looks down at herself, then show a sad face after comparing the size.

'Morning Miss Secretary, nice to meet you, can I have breakfast too?' Jihyo seems she does not care about you and Mina's horny sight towards her breast.

I panic a little hearing she wants to try Mina's food "Oh! why don't I make you two something? Mina you should get to eat too." I don't wait for their answer and instead hurry to the kitchen to make breakfast for them.

'Boss, I have prepared the breakfast for your guests too, just enjoy the food.' Mina grabs your arm and brings you back to the seat.

You just sigh and see the girls start eating. Unexpectedly, Jihyo is not shocked as you eat Mina's breakfast first time, she even praises Mina's cooking.

'Oh, Miss Secretary, your cooking skill is not bad, do you like cooking too? Maybe we can try to make some new dishes together.'

'Just call me Mina, Madam. Thanks for the invitation, if boss is ok, I would like to cook with you too.' Mina uses her leg to touch your cock under the table while she is answering, signaling you to answer.

I briefly consider the fact Jihyo might not have any tastebuds as she praises Mina's cooking, before I answer. "Of course, you two can cook with each other. I won't stop you."

'Boss, then Minari may need to disturb you more.' Mina smiles and then starts to chat with Jihyo. They talk about more about cooking, and ask what dishes you like.

The breakfast goes so smoothly until Mina asks a question. ' I think it will be fun if I cook with you, Miss Jihyo. How long you are gonna stay at Boss's home?' You know Mina does not have bad intention, but the room silences.

"Mina, we have a busy day ahead of us we should get going." I say to bring things to an end. "Take my keys and wait in the car. I'll be right down." Aa Mina leaves I say to Jihyo that I'm sorry and Mina meant no harm.

'It's ok, I know she didn't mean it, she's a cute girl. I will handle the housework, see you tonight.' Jihyo sends you out.

You get in the car and see Mina looks unhappy, 'Boss, why there would be a guest suddenly, if she stays until your sisters come, then Minari can't have breakfast anymore.'

"Mina, she's going through a really tough time and I'm helping her. I can't tell you much else about her situation but try to understand. Let's go to the office I'll make sure you get fed."

'Yes, boss, Miss Jihyo is a nice person, Minari hopes she can overcome it soon. But I see boss is keep staring at Miss Jihyo's tits, does boss want to fuck her?' Mina whispers in your ear.

You are immediately hardened by fantasizing you fucking Jihyo hard and her big tits are shaking in front of your eye. Mina smiles and start caressing your bulge.

"She is a beautiful woman, and I admit I just thought about it but that doesn't mean I want to fuck her."

Mina frees your bulge from the zippers, slowly stroking it, 'Don't lie boss, can't you see how you are are excited by just imagine fucking Jihyo, imagine how big the tits are, imagine how would it feel if you cock are inside her tits, imagine how pink her nipple is, imagine how the tits would shake if you fuck her, imagine how she will moan if you suck her nipple…'

'Shit, Mina.' your body shivers from the sensation of Mina's stroking and imagination towards Jihyo, pre cum start leaking from your tips.

Mina tastes your pre cum, 'See, boss. Face your lust, fuck her for me. I wanna taste that big breast too.'

"I can't do that Mina she's going through too much." I drive to the office and as I get out of the car, I tell Mina. "You better be ready for a punishment after what you did earlier." In the meantime, I decide to call Nayeon to end the relationship. Having the closeness of Momo changed things for me. I'll just tell Nayeon that things don't feel the same anymore and leave it at that without any more information.

'What? Break up? What happen Y/N?' Nayeon was shocked by your decision.

'Yes, Nayeon, I just don't have that feeling like we used to have, Sorry Nayeon.'

'No, Y/N, please don't do that, did I do something wrong? everything is ok last weekend.. No, or are you mad at me I don't wanna born a baby for you, you know we should focus on our job now, we discussed it before. Why?'

'No, Nayeon, not that much reason, I am sorry.'

'No, I can't accept that, you are the one that keeps my faith that we will be ok even in a long-distance relationship, but now you are the one to break me up?' You hear Nayeon starts crying on another side of the phone, you don't want to hear her cry, so you just apologize one more time and then end the call.

You sitting on your seat, looking at the lock screen of your phone, it's a photo that you and Nayeon took at the graduation ceremony of the university, you two are kissing while your friend took this picture secretly. You think about all the moments that you two spent all these years, the good one, the bad one, you don't realize your tears are dropping.

Same time, different locations, the broken up couple are crying simultaneously.

I sit at my desk and don't do anything doe the entire day. Instead thinking of Nayeon and every moment I spent with her.

You sit still at your desk, cherishing every moment that you spent with Nayeon, you wanna stop crying, but you just can't, tears keep flow down your face. You know you love Nayeon, but you don't want to disappoint Momo's love.

You don't how long you have been crying, you are like emptied. Until a knock from the door wakes you up. 'Boss, I am ready… What happen boss, why are you crying?' It's Mina who enters your room, she just rushes to you and kneels down, wiping away your tears.

You can't hold on any longer, you just hug her tightly and cry more loudly in her arms. 'It's ok boss, Minari is here, everything is ok.' Mina comforts you and slowly caresses your back.

I don't tell her anything and just hold onto her tightly. Instead I just whisper I'm sorry over and over again in an inaudible voice.

'It's ok, It's ok….' Mina keeps comforting you and caressing your head, slowly you fall asleep in her arms since you are exhausted from crying.

When you wake again, you are on your seat and covered by the jacket, which seems Mina has settled everything when you are sleeping. You see a memo on the desk, in which Mina said she is going to buy lunch for you and will be back soon, with a cute penguin signature at the bottom, you smile for the first time in today.

And then your phone is buzzed with lots of notifications, but it was not from Nayeon, it is mainly from Chaeyoung, and some from Dahyun.

'I heard you broke up with Nayeon eooni, you ok Oppa?' Dahyun asks.

'What happens? Why you would break up with Nayeon eooni, is this not ground for going back?' Chaeyoung asks.

As you have dated Nayeon for a long time, both of your families know each other's existence, you even meet Nayeon's parents, you already treat each other as your lifelong partner, and Nayeon maintains a good relationship with your sisters, that's why they know the news so quickly.

I just send them messages saying the spark between us was gone because of being long distance, and that I can't ask her to drop everything and move in with me. She has her career.

'Don't you know how much did Nayeon eooni love you? You can't do that oppa! You two still have many years to go, as a couple!' Chaeyoung, which is closer with Nayeon replies first.

When you want to reply, Mina comes in with the lunch, so you just put down your phone. 'Boss, are you ok? I am worried about you.'

"I'm fine Mina, just let be alone for a while. I don't want to talk about it." I motion for her to leave, and sit debating on call Nayeon again.

You are still frustrated, you swing your hand, and motion Mina to leave, but Mina ignores you, comes and kisses you with tongue, deeply.

"Mina please. Not now." I say once the kiss is over. "I just want to be alone."

Mina kisses your forehead one more time, 'Minari just wants to stay with boss, Minari doesn't want to see boss is unhappy.' Mina leaves your room, 'Just find me if you need me, boss. I'll always be there.'

Your start to eat your lunch, but you are not hungry, every bite is like tasting some trash. Your phone buzzes again, Chaeyoung texts you again, 'If you really are going to break up with Nayeon eooni, I won't let you fuck me again.'

I respond to Chaeyoung "Don't you think that I feel horrible breaking up with Nayeon? It's hurting me just as much as it's hurting her. Do you know how many times I've thought of calling her again just to take it all back? I love her and I still want to be with her but the spark between us is gone and I don't want to watch our relationship break down slowly. I don't want to see her slowly fall out of love."

'Sorry Oppa, I just… I just don't want to see you break up with Nayeon eooni, it's a shame that you two love each other but can't keep going.'

You really don't have the mood to continue the lunch, you open your photo album, you try to delete the photos with Nayeon, but you are hesitant to click the delete button, you can't do it.

'Y/N, we need to talk, directly. I am not giving up this relationship, we are going to fix it. I will come to our home tonight, no need to pick me up, see you there.' Nayeon text you again.

I start crying again and don't respond to the message. I just lay my head in the desk.

You just can't stop crying after you see Nayeon's massage, you lay your head on the desk, wanting to hide yourself from the world. You did not notice that Mina is peeking from the window, looking worried, but she don't want to come in to bother you 'Boss, you can talk to Minari… Minari is always here for you.'

You just spend the whole day crying in the office, until the office hour is finished. Mina sneaks into your room, giving you a massage, 'Feeling better, boss?'

"A little, I appreciate you getting lunch and being here for me Mina. You're the best, I'll make it up to you another day, i have to go home." I tell her as I get up.

'Boss, Minari will do everything for you if boss want, I will cook breakfast for you and Miss Jihyo tomorrow as well.' Mina kisses your forehead one more time before you leave.

Once you arrived home, Jihyo greets you. 'How's your day Y/N, you look sad. I have prepared the dinner already.'

'Everything is all good, I just chill in the house, maybe I should hang out, but I am afraid that Daniel could find me, so… Nevermind, should we have the dinner first, before your guest arrive.'

'Sorry Jihyo, I think I will wait for the guest, please stay at your room after my guest arrive, I will really appreciate.'

'OK, take your time.' Jihyo starts the dinner alone while you get changed in your room.

Jihyo back to her room, while you just sitting on the sofa, thinking what you could say when Nayeon comes, until you hear someone entering the password of the door.

I stand up and walk toward the door. Staring at it the entire time.

The doors open, and the one who comes in is Nayeon, she just walks past you and sits at the other side of the table.

'I guess you haven't eaten dinner yet, I have prepared some food for you' You tell Nayeon as you walk into the kitchen and brings the dishes out.

Nayeon doesn't start eating, she just stares at you, 'Tell me why, why you wanna break up with me, don't lie to me. I can know you are telling lies.'

"Nayeon, I've just been thinking and ever since you've moved away and we can only see each other on weekends things haven't been the same. I've tried to make it feel right but recently it just hasn't felt the same. This isn't about you not wanting to have a baby, that's fine. It's just about not being able to be with you as much as I want. I don't want to see us fall out of love, I don't want our relationship to drag on and feel like dead weight. I love you Nayeon, I really do but I can't do this anymore." At the point where I tell her that I love her I start to break down into tears again. "I don't want to break up, I want to be with you but this relationship isn't going to work like this.

'No, it shouldn't go like that. All it matters are I love you, and you love me, we can overcome every problem if we love each other. Why don't you just give this relationship a bit more time. You are the one who told me it will be alright even though we are long-distance, and now you are the one who said it has changed, what a joke.' Nayeon starts crying too.

Nayeon walks over to your seat and hugs you, 'Please don't leave me, Y/N. Just give me a little bit more time.'

"I know what I said Nayeon, I just didn't think it would be that hard." I tightly hug her back, as if, if I left her go she'd disappear. "I don't want to leave you either. Let's try to make this work, I'll try harder. For you."

'Thanks, Y/N, I just couldn't leave you anymore, I really love you. And please don't say any words like you wanna break up in the future, it really hurts.' Nayeon kisses you deeply before she returns to her seat.

'Ah, damn, why am I still crying, it's so ugly, don't look at me, Y/N.' Nayeon shyly wipes away her tears.

"That’s not true, you're always so cute. Are you busy? Maybe we could go and get some ice cream, just to say I'm sorry for hurting you. If you want of course."

'No, babe, don't say sorry. I have applied for leave this week, so I can spend more time with you, maybe I can even see Dahyun and Chaeyoung too, aren't they ready to come soon? Let me finish the dinner before we are going for ice cream.'

You just sit and watch Nayeon eat the food, thinking about the past, you just can't stop smiling.

'Ah, Y/N, stop looking at me like that.' Nayeon blushes as you are staring at her so directly.

You stand up and give your hand to her, 'May I, Miss Im Nayeon?' Nayeon just smiles and holds your hand, 'Sure.' Then you two walk to the ice cream shop with holding hands.

As we're eating Ice cream i tell Nayeon about Jihyo’s situation and explain that she's also living with me.

'Oh, such a poor girl isn't she, I am glad that you have accepted Jihyo, maybe I should greet her after we back.' Nayeon said while feed you the ice cream.

'Sure, Jihyo is really nice.' You take a bite of the ice cream while answering her. And you see Momo walks into the ice cream store, you are shocked and don't know how to respond. Momo just turns around and ready to leave after seeing you and Nayeon dating here, you know she looks sad but you can't do anything.

Seeing you are acting abnormal, Nayeon turns her head and she notices Momo is here, "Hey Momo, is that you? Long time no see.'

I walk over to Momo and whisper "I'm going to end things soon, I just need to find the right moment. I'll explain later in detail. Just say you can't join us right now"

'Hi, Nayeon, it's been so long we met last time, it's a shame that we cannot chat longer, I got to go.' Momo say hi to Nayeon and then leave immediately.

'OH, Momo is still that shy after all the years, haha, I guess you can always see her in the gym room?' Nayeon keep eating your ice cream but change the focus to you.

"Yeah, but I've been getting to know her better. She's a really nice lady."

'Yes, that's why I am so happy to see her again, maybe I should find her as my personal trainer again if I move back.' Nayeon finishes the ice cream and looking at you again.

'I'm so happy that we would come to the ice cream shop after our reunion, seems you did not forget that our first date is in the ice cream store.' Nayeon stands up and kiss your cheek.

"How could I forget? So what's next?"

[chleem]

not sure if you take requests! I just looove angst

could you write where reader really gets scared because of Drew? Maybe violence or drinking or he has a moment where his temper gets the better of him and he scares her. thinking about him comforting his teary girl 🥰

Also I adore your writing — just read all of your series & one shots and fell in love!

⋆.˚ Warnings: swearing, jealous bf!drew, assault, physical (w/stranger) + verbal fight (with reader), read at own caution

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: and yes, I do accept requests but its not promised i write it tho T_T also, thanks for checking out my other works! (ure my first request btw thx sm

hope this one lives up to your expectations, written just for u my babe <3 

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You and Drew had been out for a casual night, just the two of you, trying to get away from the stresses of everyday life. 

The dim lights, the clinking of glasses, the smell of whiskey and perfume—it was the perfect backdrop for a little escape. 

You weren’t the type to go out clubbing, preferring to stay home. But seeing the gloomy state Drew has been in all day, this might just be the thing he needs. 

The bar was busy, but you managed to secure a spot, both ordering your own drinks. 

He’d been drinking fast, between casual conversations, you could slowly see the consciousness slipping away, replaced with his lazy, a bit drunk self. 

“I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, alright?” 

Drew almost yells into your ear, his voice barely audible over the thumping music in the bar.

You nod, yet was a bit worried whether he could even see in front of him. Drew’s hand lingers on your waist to give it a quick, almost stiff pat before he pulls away.

The warmth of him disappears as he blends into the crowd of sweaty, wasted bodies, leaving you standing there alone, suddenly acutely aware of how unfamiliar the space feels without him beside you. 

The music pulses in your chest, but it’s no longer comforting—it feels loud, invasive, almost too much.

You’re reminded of why you hate clubs- or going out in general, because of the overwhelming energy it takes out of you. 

You shift on your feet, suddenly nervous in a way you weren’t before. Without him here, everything feels just a little too close. 

And then, a hand brushes around your waist.

He’s back.

But when you turn around, your smile falters.

It’s not him.

A stranger, grinning a little too widely, leans in close, his hand still secured around your waist. 

You step back instinctively, trying to create space between you and this guy. 

“Little lady, how ‘bout I buy you a drink?” He coos, signaling the bartender over. He’s got a nasty grin on his face, one that sends goosebumps all over you. 

“No- no thanks,” you immediately decline, glancing behind you for any signs of Drew. 

What’s taking him so long?

“Oh c’mon, Daddy’s treat,” his voice drips low, and he steps close to you again.

And when his hand grips your ass through your dress, you immediately let out scream, but it's’ drowned out by the busy bar. 

“Okay- um, I have a boyfriend,” you say, your voice trembling slightly, but you manage to shove his hand off your waist. It’s sharp, harsh, and you feel your pulse racing, your body tense with a mix of disgust and fear.

But he’s persistent. The smirk on his face widens even more, and you see the way his eyes flicker with annoyance at your rejection.

“What? So? That doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun,” he grins, his breath hitting your face, smelling of rotten eggs, “I’m just trying to show you a good time, sweetheart.”

Your skin crawls.

Panic spikes in your chest. Where the hell is Drew?

But just as the stranger’s hand moves to touch you again, someone else beats him to it.

An arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you back with a firm grip, until your back hits the solid wall of Drew’s chest. The familiar warmth of him floods through you, that unmistakable scent of his cologne, mixed with the hint of whiskey.

For a second, you’re wrapped in his presence, the rush of his body against yours almost as much of a relief as it is a comfort.

It’s the feeling of being protected—that primal, safe feeling you always get when Drew’s near, and yet, there’s something else, too. Something more possessive in the way he’s holding you now.

“Made a new friend already?”

He chuckles lowly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

The stranger hesitates for a moment, clearly thrown off by Drew’s sudden appearance, but his cocky grin doesn’t fade. Instead, he sizes Drew up, eyes darting to all aspects of him. 

Drew doesn’t flinch, but you can feel a shift in the air. His easy-going tone doesn’t match his body language. 

And the protective hold he has on you right now feels like a silent warning to the stranger.

You steal a glance over at Drew, and the look in his eyes sends a chill down your spine. There’s something colder in them now, but it’s not directed at you—it’s all focused on the guy standing in front of you. 

“You the boyfriend?” he asks, voice dripping with mockery.

Drew clenches his jaw, his lips twitching into a smile. “…and you…?”

“-gonna pound on your girl’s pussy in ways you can’t.”

The sudden comment causes your chest to tighten.

The room feels like it’s slowing down. You freeze, and for the first time, you can’t even hear the music—only the rush of your own heartbeat in your ears. 

The arm around your shoulders tightens.

For a long beat, Drew stays silent, his face a mask of cold anger. His jaw is clenched, the veins in his neck throbbing as he locks eyes with the stranger.

“What, what did just you say?” His voice is low—dangerously low—and it doesn’t sound like the Drew you know.

“I said,” the stranger sneers, “gonna pound on that pussy-“

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything shifts.

Drew steps forward, closing the space between him and the guy in one swift motion.

The arm around your shoulders drops as Drew pulls away from you, shoving the stranger. The force of the push sends the guy stumbling backward, his feet losing their balance for a split second, but he catches himself on the edge of the bar.

You watch in stunned silence, your breath caught in your throat.

You’ve never seen Drew like this, starting a fight- or in anything violent. The way his body shifts, tense and predatory, it’s as if a switch flipped inside him, and you’re suddenly faced with a side of him that feels… unfamiliar.

The stranger mumbles something under his breath, his face twisted in surprise, and he pushes back, hands flying out in a flurry of anger.

Drew stumbles, but not as hard as the stranger did. 

You raise a shaky hand toward him, fingers trembling. Your stomach twists in panic, but you have to do something—anything—to stop this from escalating further.

You try to call out, but your voice feels small against the sudden weight of the room. “Drew? Drew, stop-“

The words barely leave your mouth before the eyes of everyone in the bar land on the two of you. You feel the heat of their stares, the whispers circulating, but right now, you can’t focus on anyone else but him.

Drew however, focuses on the stranger in front of him. 

And before you could react, before anyone could react, his fist flies out, connecting with the stranger’s face with a loud thud. The man falls back, eyes wide with shock, a trickle of blood running from his lip.

The bar area of the club avert their attention to the fight that’s currently breaking out, their own conversations long forgotten. 

The stranger, dazed for a moment, recovers quickly and tries to throw a punch in return, but Drew is already steps ahead. He dodges effortlessly, before punching him again. And again. And again. 

You watch, wide-eyed, as Drew’s movements are smooth and precise. 

There’s no hesitation, no question of whether he’ll fight back. It’s like the anger just poured out of him in an instant, and you have no idea how to stop it.

You want to shout, to stop him, but your voice is stuck in your chest. You don’t recognize him like this. Drew’s usually calm, collected... but here, right now, he looks completely different.

Two security guards burst through the bar door, rushing toward the scene. One of them grabs Drew’s arm, pulling him away from the stranger. The other pushes the dazed man toward the door, guiding him out of the bar.

You stand there, still trembling, as Drew is escorted toward the exit. 

Your feet move before your mind can catch up. You need to make sure he’s okay.

You push through the crowd, eyes fixed on Drew’s back as he’s led toward the door.

Then you hear it—Drew’s voice, loud and sharp, cutting through the buzz of the bar, ”yeah- yeah, get the hell away!" 

He’s shouting at the stranger, still seething even as security ushers him out.

You can hear the anger in his voice, raw and unsettling, and it sends a fresh jolt of fear through you. You’ve never heard him like this before. Not even close.

You’re outside now, the cool air hitting your skin like a slap to your face, but it doesn't calm the nerves tightening in your chest.

The stranger must’ve run off by now—he's nowhere to be seen.

Drew’s standing a few feet away from you, his hands running through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. His back is to you, but you can see his shoulders rising and falling with each breath.

You hesitate, watching him for a moment, unsure of how to approach him after everything.

“Drew?” you call out softly, your voice catching a little as you step closer.

He doesn’t turn around immediately. There’s a beat of silence, just the sound of traffic in the distance and your uneven breathing. 

Then, finally, he lets out a heavy sigh and faces you, his expression blank.

But when his blue eyes land on your body, the way you’ve got your arms wrapped around yourself, slightly trembling, everything inside of him shifts.

His gaze softens almost immediately. 

You look so small, so fragile standing there, and it hits him harder than anything else. The sight of you like this, visibly shaken and scared, makes his chest tighten painfully.

“Hey—” His voice drops soft, a faint crack in it, as he takes a step toward you. “hey- babe, babe, look at me.”

His hand rises toward you, to cup your face, but he freezes for a second.

There’s droplets of blood on his knuckles. The realization hits you, and your breath catches in your throat.

Despite the fight he started, you worry, worry about him. 

“Drew… you’re hurt,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heartbeat. You look at him, your eyes flicking to the blood on his hand. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he insists, but the blood on his hand tells a different story.

“No, Drew,” you say, your voice sharper now, a little more firm, the concern for him creeping through your fear. “You shouldn’t have punched him. You could’ve gotten hurt-“

Drew’s brows furrow at your words. His eyes flash, and his jaw clenched as he steps closer. 

“What?” His voice rises slightly, the anger from earlier seeping back in.

Your heart races at the shift in his tone, and for a moment, you feel the same fear from earlier, but this time it’s mixed with confusion.

“He- he said those things, did you not-“

“I know, I know, but—”

“-hear what he said? It’s fucking-“

“-but you don’t have to go that far, Drew. You could’ve just told him to back off—”

“And he would’ve listened?” Drew interrupts, his voice tense, his gaze hardening again.

“I—” You try again, your voice trembling. 

You blink rapidly, trying to keep your tears from spilling, but it's hard to hide it. 

You don’t even know why you’ve got tears in your eyes.

“Fuck- you don’t- are you that fucking naive-“

Drew’s voice raises sharply, frustration and anger spilling over. 

When he raises his hand in a quick motion, your whole body tenses, and you instinctively flinch, pulling back just an inch.

But he was only going to run his hands through his hair, frustratingly pushing them back.

For a moment, you think he might—might—actually hurt you.

The guilt, the regret, floods his face, and his whole posture changes.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath. 

You don’t want to cry, don’t want to show him just how scared you are, but you can’t stop the way your body reacts.

Drew takes a hesitant step toward you, but his movements are careful, almost tentative, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away again.

“I’m sorry,”

when you hear the tenderness in it, the weight of everything hits you all at once.

You can’t stop the tears now. They flow freely down your face, your shoulders shaking, and you curse yourself for it, but it’s like all that fear, all the anxiety, is finally finding its way out.

Drew’s eyes widen when he sees your tears, his face falling. It’s like a punch to his gut.

Without thinking, he pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth.

For a second, you don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to react. 

The world outside feels so distant now, and all you can focus on is the steady rise and fall of Drew’s chest as he holds you. His heartbeat is like a slow, calming rhythm against your ear, grounding you in the chaos of everything that just happened.

Your tears keep coming, his hand gentle as it strokes your hair, a slow, soothing motion. 

“I’m sorry,” 

he whispers again, and this time, the words sound even smaller, quieter, as if they’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart too.

You inhale sharply, breathing in the familiar cologne with the alcohol, and strangely, it comforts you.

Even after everything that’s happened, Drew still smells like Drew—that safe, warm scent that’s so familiar, so tied to him in every way.

You pull away slightly, letting your hands rest on his chest. You look up at him, you see it the beautiful blue eyes of his, full of regret.

“I’m sorry,” 

The third time he apologizes, each word heavier than the last, and you can see how much it’s hurting him.

His hand comes up, and you feel the warmth of his touch before you even see it. His fingers gently cup your cheek, and despite the blood on his knuckles, you lean into his touch, finding comfort there. 

“I’m sorry too,” you softly say, which Drew immediately shakes his head at, the faintest smile tugging on his lips. 

“No- no, I’m sorry, I- I overreacted.”

Drew’s eyes soften even more, if that’s possible. “You’re right- should’ve just told him to fuck off.”

You don’t know why- but the sudden swearing gets you, and you let out a breathless chuckle.

Seeing you smile, Drew’s lips curl into a small, relieved grin. Without saying a word, he pulls you close, resting his chin gently on your forehead.

And for a moment, everything feels just a little more okay.

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p.s this low-key feel more like rafe cameron

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[clemswinecorner-socials]

skiing trips [gc]

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Austria

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yourusername influencers go (apres) skiing in austria, thank you @/alo i had a blast tagged chloeburrows, ashholme, max_balegde, georgeclarkeey, chiaraking

posted march 3rd, 2024

ashholme may the things said this trip never leave the groupchat 🙏🏼🙏🏼 randomfan this seems like an iconiccccc crew georgeclarkeey loved the trip through the trees in particular xx

yourusername thought we agreed not to speak on that x

yourfriend i need to go skiing with you again actually georgefan GEORGE???? what is this crossover omgggg

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Finland

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yourusername lapland diaries!!! (thanks for the invite lovelies xx) tagged georgeclarkeey, glambyflo, sabinablair_, livvydimartino, georgeclarkeey, italianbach, georgeclarkeey, arthurtv, theburntchip

posted october 22nd, 2024

yoursister this is so cute!!! glambyflo the santa claus village sign???!!! i wish I saw that

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georgefan omg this grouppppp sabinablair_ queenie theburntchip good fun ay

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The Dolomites, Italy

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sidemenfan i am so jealous rn. yourfriend 🤩🤩🤩 willne thanks for the single slide lad

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georgeclarkeey at least the trip through the trees went a little better this time randomboysfan girl they're not going to kiss you 😂😂😂

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French Alps

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yourfollower A SOFTLAUNCH??? chrismd10 how cute _emilyclarke 🌸🏂❤️ yourbestie okay miss gurl georgefan pls the invisalign, she thinks we don't know 😭😭 randomfollower this looks so fun! georgeclarkeey seems like a handsome guy

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Sweden

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yourusername thanks to @/alo for the og trip and the gear :) max_balegde MY CHILDRENNNN!!!! yourfan I KNEW ITTTTT arthurnfhill oh wow I never expected this! alo 💙💙💙 we love love!!! georgeclarkeey can't believe we got lost in the forest again

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[toxicbrothel]

Hiya!

🍆, for the Brothel Sleepover, please!

Could NW please write a Slasher piece?

This is such a fun idea, thank you for hosting this! I'm so excited to see all the asks!

bad girl shit (18+)

Slasher Joel x f!reader, by Night Walks 🍆

Not now, Daddy. Kitten's smoking a j with her best friend Pumpkin.

Slasher reads the text message and scoffs. The two of you must be hoing around together.... or maybe even with each other. Hell yeah. Kitten's hot as hell and Pumpkin's hot too, but Slasher would never make a move on Pumpkin knowing she would reject him. Yeah, Pumpkin, Kitten, and Jailbird are three of the hottest, baddest bitches out there. Slasher turns himself on thinking about y'all dressed up all slutty doing bad girl shit. He gets so horny that he's gotta see this for himself. He doesn't jack off first because it's so much trouble to take his uniform half way down to let his dick out. Shoulda worn something more comfortable and accessible.

On the way to kitten's house, slasher calls and says, "put me on speaker." So she does, and he asks, "Y'all havin' fun?"

"yeah," you both answer, laughing.

"I'm comin' over."

"just you?" Kitten asks.

"That a problem, sweetheart? Am i interruptin' somethin'?"

The girls giggle and there are kissing sounds.

"shit, that's hot as fuck," slasher says. "Lemme walk ya through it, pumpkin. Give her what she likes."

First, slasher tells pumpkin to get kitten really wet, then put her back with her knees up.

"mm-hmm," pumpkin confirms. "Alright, What now?"

"now stick two fingers in her cunt, kinda fuck'er with'm, use your thumb on her clit."

Kitten moans in the background and there's a slurping sound.

"Fuck yeah," slasher says. "Now add another finger," he says.

"oh was I still supposed to have just two?" Pumpkin asks.

"Shit, that's hot. Damn, you're good at this." Slurping sounds continue in the background. "Yeah, keep workin' her open. Fourth finger when ya can."

Kitten moans in the background then begs, "more,"

"give it to her, pumpkin. Kitten, how ya doin, sweetheart?" slasher asks as he turns into the neighborhood.

"More," kitten repeats.

"God damn," pumpkin says. "Ready for my thumb?"

Joel groans in arousal. "Yeah, give it to her."

There's some squishing and panting and then kitten moans, and pumpkin says, " I've got my whole hand in."

Slasher parks. "Alright, don't you dare take it out til I say. Just wiggle it a lil. I'm almost there."

Slasher approaches the house rubbing his erection through his coveralls, and he's puzzled by what he sees in kitten's living room. The two girls, fully dressed, laughing their asses off, with kitten passing a joint to pumpkin. Then kitten brings her mouth to the phone and makes the slurping sound again, then holds it away from herself and moans.

"y'all playin' with me?" Slasher asks.

They giggle.

"Alright get pumpkin outta there, cause now I gotta set ya straight."

Oh, she is in for it.

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Ty for playing, bubbles! Lots of love 💕

[081231]

Collision | sugar daddy! Toji Fushiguro x sugar baby! fem reader x sugar daddy! Satoru Gojo

synposis: Both of your sugar daddies love to treat you, their little spoiled princess, and when they both get you to themselves it’s always a fun time.

wc: 2.9k

tags: dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + modern/no sorcerer au + repost from my old blog + explicit smut + dark content + dubcon + all porn no plot + mfm threesome + you fuck both of them while the other watches then they both take you + intoxicated sex + multiple orgasms + multiple creampies + throat/face fucking + daddy kink + double penetration + slight ass play + fellatio + fingering + panty sniffing + dirty talking + pet names + cunnilingus + spitting drinks in each other’s mouths + cum eating + finger sucking + unprotected sex + overstimulation + dacryphilia + nipple play + any missing tag lmk!!

A slight breeze came over the front of the yacht carrying the smell of salty air and the ocean with the sun shining warmly over you setting a glowing hue basking your bare skin.

A small moan parted your lips as Satoru massaged your back slowly untying the back of your bathing suit, his long fingers stroking the tender flesh moving up to your neck, he grazed the shining diamonds of your necklace leaning down feeling his hair tickle your shoulder.

“Do you like this?” He asked, hearing you hum a response. Satoru chuckled looking up to see Toji walking closer with a drink in hand, he donned a pair of swimming shorts and nothing else, a very yummy image you thought whenever you saw him shirtless which was more times than not.

He sat the blue concoction down topped with a swirly straw and a small umbrella and took a seat next to your other proclaimed sugar daddy.

Large hands patted your ass before giving both cheeks a squeeze. “I have to say this color looks really good on you.” Toji said before trailing the tips of his fingers down the back of your legs stopping to rest on your calves, the both of them worked together massaging your shoulders and lower back and legs.

They took their time to relax you further, the weekend vacation they planned in the Maldives was something they planned for a while now and you were grateful.

You turned on the lounger and stared at them reaching for your drink wrapping your lips around the straw sucking slowly and sultry, batting your eyelashes knowing that it makes them weak, especially Toji who leaned down to grab your cheeks squishing them together seeing the liquid dribble from your mouth.

He slotted his lips against yours sucking the drink into his own mouth and swallowing it, ending with a sigh as he still gripped your cheeks gently kissing you again moving your head to Satoru who took a quick sip from your glass returning the sweet flavor back in your mouth.

You swallowed pressing your legs together darting your eyes around the open ocean taking more sips until it was empty and you felt warmer from the alcohol swimming through you, you giggled thinking it was crazy that anyone could possibly see you three in the middle of nowhere, they wanted to make sure that fucking you anywhere on the yacht wasn’t going to be interrupted.

“Thank you, daddy.” You murmured running your hands over the broad expanse of Toji’s chest feeling the muscles ripple under the taut skin, softly you dug your manicured nails in dragging them down watching pink lines appear, he hissed grabbing your wrists in one hand as you turned to look at Satoru who was leaning back now, his long legs were crossed watching the scene unfold in front him.

Times like this you really liked it when they took turns while the other watched but something about both of them taking you made your cunt clench around nothing.

Toji pinned your wrists above your head using his other hand to push your legs open slowly untying your bottoms staring down at you.

“You look so pretty with the sun beaming down on you princess but let’s make you even prettier with my cock in your mouth.” He said helping you sit up standing up with his legs on either side of the chair, quickly you scrambled to kneel feeling your bathing suit fall to the ground in a heap, looking over you saw Satoru grab your bottoms pressing the piece of fabric pressing it against his nose inhaling deeply making his cock tent his shorts.

Arousal made your pump hot and fast through you warming you more, mixing in with the heat from the sun, desire was thick making it hard to swallow as you palmed Toji through his shorts tugging on the band revealing his pretty cock with a blushing head and a thick shaft, you traced the veins ending at his heavy balls cupping them in your hand.

It was the least you could do, giving them the pleasure they deserved and craved. Toji and Satoru loved to spoil you, making sure you never went without, always dressing you in expensive clothes like you were their doll, which you kind of were, but you didn’t mind when Satoru has a thing for putting on and taking off your panties while Toji was obsessed with seeing your plush thighs in satin stockings rolling them off slowly.

Toji rested his hand on top of your head watching your spread your legs resting your ass on the balls of your feet opening your mouth letting his heavy cock rest on your tongue that lolled out, your eyes met his with burning passion as you hollowed your cheeks sucking him in deeper.

Satoru stood up from his seat tall and lanky walking over to your longer kneeling behind you reaching around to cup your breasts rolling your nipples between his fingers hearing you gag around Toji’s dick that slid further down your throat until your nose was flush with the dark hair, he looked down at you with a wicked grin pulling out, immediately you knew what to do and stuck your tongue out letting him slap his heavy cock against you before thrusting in and out.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes catching Satoru’s attention. “Oh, the poor baby she’s crying.” He cooed smugly wiping away the fat streams as Toji pulled you off him leaning down to grab the glass tilting your head back while tipping your drink pouring it in your mouth.

He put his knuckles under your chin shutting your mouth. “Swallow.” Toji instructed watching you do what you were told gasping when Satoru pinched your nipple again making you yelp causing the liquid to trickle down your neck between the valley of your breasts creating a sticky trail, Toji was quick to bend down while his counterpart pulled you back against his chest making it easier for him to lick a wide stripe cleaning up the mess, his hands rested on your knees bending your legs pushing them to your chest.

Toji kneeled between your thighs peppering them in rough kisses until he reached your clit giving it a peck before slowly dragging his tongue between your lips while Satoru busied himself sliding his hands under your knees keeping them pushed back making it easier for Toji to splay you open making out with your pussy lewdly before massing your clit with the tip of his tongue slowly sliding two very thick fingers inside that felt wonderful and filled you, rough pads found your g-spot easily pressing in gently making your toes curl.

“Daddy!” You whined reaching down threading your fingers through his hair humping his mouth and fingers leaning more into Satoru for support, your eyes fluttered shut resting your head on his shoulder feeling him kiss your cheek.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for us.” He whispered in your ear tracing the shell with his tongue, he let go of your leg grabbing your hand replacing it with yours reaching up to play with your tits again, the added sensation to the mouth that was attached to your clit was almost too much, each time they liked to see you utterly fucked out, your eyes cloudy and glassed over.

Your orgasm was on the brink as Satoru pinched and pulled your nipples into stiff peaks while Toji kept lapping at your cunt dragging his tongue between your slick lips ending on the swollen bud.

Your throat felt dry with your mouth hanging open panting hard and heavy tugging on Toji’s dark locks, such a contrast to Satour’s white hair that tickled your shoulder again as he rested his chin against your clavicle.

Satoru used his free hand to grab your jaw turning your head to face him, blue eyes stared back at you, suddenly the world melted away when Toji pulled away completely leaving you feeling empty but soon it turned into feeling the fat head of his cock rubbing your entrance slowly filling you.

A gasp had you clutching Satour’s shorts leaning in more to connect your lips to him but he pulled back.

“Hold your legs open for daddy,” Toji grumbled wanting to go deeper, his cock ached and all he wanted was to feel your velvet cunt wrapped tight around him, quickly you did what you were told keeping your hands under your knees gasping when he was halfway in stretching you out, the pain stung added with the pleasure your toes curled hard almost cramping when he bottomed out staying still.

He rested his hands on your knees finding the perfect rhythm rocking his hips in and out all the while Satouru kept his hands on your breasts cupping and palming them, he used his height to his advantage and leaned over to watch Toji’s cock sink into you over and over again, long slender fingers made contact with your clit rubbing slow circles cranking your climax higher until you couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Cumming already?” Toji asked chuckling looking down to see a white frothy ring around the base of his dick, his gaze traveled up to see the whites of your eyes.

“Daddy! Daddy!” You whimpered letting go of your legs reaching up to grab whatever you could on him, he bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead still thrusting in and out slower now building the fire that crackled and scorched your body, your cunt still fluttering around him.

Satoru watched and leaned back more pulling you against him spreading your legs wider for him moving his hands under your knees again while Toji traced your lips with his thumb popping them open to slowly slide the digit inside your mouth watching you suck on it like you’ve done to his dick more times than he could count.

His cock swelled inside you resting his balls against the curve of your ass, he slowed the pace savoring the way you tried to suck him back in when he pulled out again leaving only the head in using it to draw another orgasm from you, the second one pushed him into his own climax shooting rope of thick cum against your cervix fucking it deeper.

Toji was slow to pull out watching his seed drip from your pussy before smearing it over your folds, he helped you up using his brute strength to flip you on your stomach. “Facedown and ass up, baby.” He said slapping your ass as you scrambled into position pressing your face into Satoru’s crotch.

Needy and almost delirious with pleasure you pawed and tugged the bands of his swim shorts down revealing his pretty cock topped with a swollen pinkish head followed by a slender shaft, again everything was so different from both men you eventually got the best of both worlds, quickly you wrapped your lips around his mushroomed head sucking before going down until you were met with soft white curly hair.

Satoru groaned his pleasure tilting his head back while Toji spread your ass watching the hole pucker, the plug he packed was down in the cabin but he was too wrapped up in what was in front of him to grab it so he rimmed the tight muscle rubbing his cock against your cunt seeking the wet warmth again sinking into you with a groan.

He gripped your hips pulling you back against him before going faster making you deep throat Satoru who moaned loudly unable to help himself, drool covered his shaft dripping down to his balls and onto the chair.

He trusted his hips up while Toji kept his brutal pace up desperate to feel you clench around him again, he found your clit and rubbed fast, you squealed around Satoru closing your eyes and backing against Toji shutting your eyes unable to help the third orgasm that shot through you.

The alcohol in your system made you sensitive when Toji bottomed out almost kissing your cervix in this position you gasped swallowing more of Satoru, his own orgasm sat heavy in his gut watching you drool over his cock.

“You can take dick so well, can’t you? I think we picked the best sugar baby out there, always so needy too, asking for our dick and money all the time, is that all your pretty head can think about? Cock and cash?” Satoru asked tapping the crown of your head with a long finger, warmth flooded through you hearing his lewd words and Toji’s chuckle from behind you as he bent down kissing your shoulder and neck.

“Mhm,” He hummed scraping his teeth over the warm flesh, “I think you’re right Gojo, she’s taking us like a good sugar baby. Such a good girl for us.” He teased seating himself fully inside you pushing you back down on Satoru’s dick you gagged around feeling him cumming hard and thick filling your mouth, quickly you swallowed it all not missing a drop.

Toji pulled out all the way and patted your ass while Satoru helped you straddle him.

It was a wonder how he was still so hard even after cumming but you didn’t care as you sunk down grasping his shoulders moaning feeling Toji kneel behind you holding your hips bouncing you up and down.

A stream of groans and whimpers fell from your mouth grinding your clit against Satoru feeling him cup your breasts again while leaning forward sucking on a nipple and nibbling softly.

Pleasure spread through you warm and tingly that became intense as your head lolled back against Toji’s shoulder, you reached up and buried your fingers in the soft white strands of Satoru’s hair pulling him closer wanting to cum again, the need burned through you like a wildfire.

“Daddy! I’m-” You broke off and squealed curling your fingers into his hair letting Toji bounce you harder and faster feeling your orgasm hit you hard, you panted looking up at him creaming around Satoru who pressed his palm flat between the valley of your breasts pushing you back gently.

His finger pinched your clit making you clench harder around him, his cock ended up like Toji’s with a white ring around the base, you fell forward limp and exhausted wrapping your arms around Satoru’s neck closing your eyes.

“One more time.” You slurred wanting one more orgasm, the feeling put you on cloud nine, it felt like your body was floating, suspended high in a blanket of pure pleasure.

Toji and Satoru chuckled looking at each other. “I’ll be right back doll.” He said then got up disappearing downstairs, several minutes later he came back with a water bottle and another drink.

He set them down and sat on the end of the lounger pulling you back grabbing the bottle opening it bringing the lip to your mouth letting you take a drink.

“How do you feel?” Satoru asked still inside you rubbing your lower back.

You took a few more drinks and sighed. “I feel amazing.” You said then giggled letting Toji place the straw between your lips, soon the blue drink was gone leaving another buzz in the back of your skull.

Toji helped you off Satoru with sticky thighs from the cum that spilled down them, you weren’t sure whose was whose but it didn’t matter, you stood up stretching your joints before leaning down kissing Toji first then Satoru who held your waist pulling you back down on him.

“Turn around.” He said helping you into reverse cowgirl position, you put your feet flat on the ground staring up at Toji who rubbed the head of his cock against your lips.

You opened your mouth letting him rest on your tongue before bobbing up and down feeling Satoru rub his dick between your cum smeared folds, he clipped your clit a few times before slowly sheathing himself groaning hearing the wet squelch as he bottomed out groaning using the cum from him and Toji making it easier to fuck you, his eyes stayed on the way you bounced yourself up and down gagging on Toji.

The taste of you was heavy in the back of your throat just like his cock, his hand smoothed over your hair thrusting his hips in and out. “Just like that, keep sucking me off like I know you can. Gonna cum in your pretty mouth.” He grunted going faster using your mouth for his own pleasure, your hips stilled for a moment before grinding down on Satoru.

Bliss muddled your brain into a puddle as letting them fuck you, Toji’s powerful thrusts have Satoru going deeper and Satoru’s thrusts have you gagging on Toji who was close again to his orgasm.

He wanted to see his cum spill from your mouth so he hurried the pace chasing the feeling in the base of his spine until he came with a loud grunt, you swallowed and pulled away with cum tinged spit dripping from your mouth letting Satoru fill you once more.

Both of them helped you up and downstairs to the bathroom getting you in the shower to wash you before wrapping you in a fluffy towel, Toji picked out your clothes while Satoru dried you off.

Your body was too weak and limp from earlier that you let them both dress you and tuck you into bed, soon they heard your breathing grow deeper, they looked at each other and smiled kissing your head before they both settled on either side you slowly joining you in a sweet slumber.

[yourpurpleguitarist]

May I have egg 1 please? (And thank you for turning on anon asks :>)

Of course you can!! Thank you for the ask! I think you got a fun one!!

Caregiver! Sonic x Little! Shadow.

[For pretty much every Sonic Media in general, minus the movies. I don't ship them in the movie AU.]

Shadow is not proud of his regression at all. The only person he's ever confided in about it before Sonic was Rouge. One time, he regressed, and was frustrated with his situation. He asked her what it was, and when she told him? He never brought it up again... that is, until an annoying blue blur saw him regressed one day.

Shadow never had a childhood. He was created to be indestructible, and powerful. Regressing goes against the very nature of why he existed in the first place, so it's no wonder to Sonic that he doesn't like it.

Sonic is very good with Shadow when regressed. He makes sure that he has everything that he needs to be comfortable and happy. Sonic gets him a wide range of little gear to start out with, because he doesn't know how old Shadow regresses to, and he doesn't want to assume. I imagine the first thing Shadow would gravitate towards would be a pacifier... he'd feel so soothed by it. Probably within the first five minutes of having one, Shadow relaxes so much, he conks out for a nap.

In addition. Shadow doesn't know pacifiers are commonly a 'baby' item, and that would just make him feel more ashamed of his regression. So NOBODY brings it up around him.

Most of Shadow's regression is spent coping through the grief he holds with Maria, not feeling very good about the actions of almost destroying the world... he finally has a space where he doesn't feel too ashamed to let his feelings out. Especially if it's just him and Sonic. The only other person he'd ever cry in front of is Rouge.

Shadow's favorite toys ever would be cars. He LOVES them so much, and sits on the floor for hours playing with his hot wheels tracks. He loves the bigger tracks, but doesn't like the ones where the gimmick of it is for the car to get eaten by a dinosaur or something. It makes him sad to think about something hurting his cars...

Shadow doesn't really have a set regression age. He doesn't understand the concept of a childhood before this, so it's hard to pinpoint. Sonic never tries to label it either, thinking that might make him uncomfortable.

Shadow has a mixed opinion on the 'babied' part of agere. He dislikes it because he's not used to it, and it makes him feel a bit less than, at times. His regression is always involuntary, and he can't help it, so babying when he doesn't like it can add insult to injury. Then again, he does like it for a few reasons. Feeling younger can finally convince him to get his big feelings out. The ultimate lifeform shouldn't have any feelings, he thinks... but of course a little baby hedgehog should.

Shadow does throw tantrums, but not very often. Sonic in a weird way is proud of him when he does? Because he's finally feeling safe enough to let his feelings out... and Shadow never does anything destructive during his tantrums. Just mainly yells 'no!' and kicks his feet against the floor. Sonic is proud he's letting his feelings out.

Shadow likes to bite! He has lots of chewy stim toys.

[hungermakesmonsters]

Hiii congrats on 500 I love your fics!!! Could you do sth where the reader and Billy actually meet in the marines ? Like the reader is a marine as well and Billy her lieutenant or even the other way around ? Thank youuu❤️ (submitted by @dorita06)

Aaaaaaah okay, so little known fact about me, I kind of love the soldier/medic trope in fiction, so rather than writing reader as a soldier herself, I went with making her a medic (hope that's ok!!) I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you like it! 😅

Stolen Moments

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

"I take it I don't have to explain how to look after your stitches?" You asked, eyeing the lieutenant as he shrugged his shirt back on and got to his feet.

As he stood, you found yourself tilting your head back to look at him, knowing all too well what came next. (At least, hoping you knew what came next.)

"Dunno, Doc, think I might need you to explain it to me one more time," he said as he reached for you, his fingers softly brushing against your neck.

You leaned into his touch, lifting yourself on your tiptoes as he slowly started to close the distance between you.

"Did you bang your head, Lieutenant Russo? Because this is the fifth time I've given you stitches and had to explain the proper aftercare procedure," you said, your voice getting softer as his lips got closer to yours. "Maybe I should talk to your CO, get you taken off active duty, so I can keep you here and... assess you."

Billy smiled that same smile he had the first time you'd met him, months ago in that very tent. He'd been bleeding then too, but he'd been more concerned with trying to get your name than the fact he'd needed stitches.

Of course, you'd tried to refuse him at first, tried to ignore the way that damned smile sent a bolt of arousal through you, not wanting to do anything to put your career in jeopardy. But the third time your paths had crossed, the first time he'd dared to kiss you, you were a goner.

Now, you'd lost count of how many times he'd ended up in the medical tent, needing to be patched up — sometimes for serious reasons and other times for reasons he claimed were serious just to get your attention — and how many times that had ended with him inside of you, giving you the best damned sex of your life.

Finally, his lips met yours and everything felt right in the world. He stepped forward and you stepped back, a hand behind you, feeling for the solid form of your desk.

He winced as he lifted you onto the desk. A small grunt of pain escaped him but, when you tried to pull back to check if he was alright, his fingers slipped into your hair, holding you in the kiss.

Instinctively, you parted your legs, letting him step between them, pressing his body close to yours. It was a familiar dance and you both knew the steps by heart. Your fingers tugged at his fatigues, while his pulled at yours, neither breaking the kiss or coming up for air for even a second.

You both knew that you were on borrowed time and that, at any moment, someone could rush in needing your assistance or need Billy to return to duty.

It was dangerous and stupid, something that could potentially spell then end of both of your careers, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him, needed him in a way that didn't make sense to you. And, no matter how many times you did this, no matter how many times you patched him up or he slipped into your tent after curfew, you knew that you'd never have enough of him.

And, as your hand slipped into his fatigues tograsp his already hard cock, you knew he felt exactly the same way.

"Lieutenant Russo," you murmured against his lips. "I'm starting to think you're getting injured on purpose just so you can come see me."

Billy grinned against your lips, kissing you again instead of answering your accusation. It was probably better that way — the last thing you wanted was thoughts of him being seriously hurt in your head, especially while you were stroking his cock.

A laugh slipped out as he tugged your pants down your legs and almost managed to pull you off the desk with them. That was your cue to lower his combat pants, pushing them down to his thighs.

He stepped forward, clearing the distance, and you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan when you felt the tip of his cock against you.

"Can't wait 'til we're stateside again," he muttered, reaching between your bodies to tease his cock between your folds. "Be able to take my time with you then."

You felt your lips pull into a ridiculous smile, the same way that they always did whenever he spoke about going home, about still wanting you after all the shit was over an you were both back home.

Still, you couldn't help but tease him.

"Who says I'm gonna waste my time on a jarhead like you when I'm back home?" You asked.

"Allow me to persuade you."

"Go on then, I'm all ears, tell me why I should —"

Before you could finish, Billy pushed forward, notching his cock into you, filling you in one smooth movement. You bit down harder on your lip, your hands grasping his fatigues.

"Fuck," you moaned as a familiar feeling of ecstasy took hold.

"Persuaded yet?"

"Yes — fuck, yes —" you gasped as he started to draw his hips back, setting a steady rhythm.

He kissed you again, swallowing down the moans that tried to escape you while using your lips to muffle his own desperate noises. His hands gripped you, holding you tight, clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world, and you loved it. You loved how he made you feel in those moments, kissing you, holding you, fucking you.

But it couldn't last. While you wanted to enjoy it, you both knew that, at any moment, you could be discovered.

He gripped your hip as he upped the tempo, driving you closer and closer to insanity with each rough thrust. You back arched and you writhed on the edge of the desk, completely losing yourself to him and the way he made you feel.

You gasped and panted and whined against his lips, every snap of his hips causing arousal to burn hotter in your belly, every fibre of your being coiling tighter, like a spring desperate to be released.

"Lieutenant — fuck, Billy —" you managed before being pulled back into another kiss.

He grunted against your lips as the last of his self-control seemed to disappear. You loved the moments when he lost control, when he lost his mind over you. His fingers gripped your bare hip tight enough to leave bruises — replacements for the ones that had started to fade since your last tryst.

The desk creaked and the metal legs scraped against the concrete floor, but all you could think was more, more, more. After months of snatched moments like this, you'd found yourself addicted to him, desperate for him in a way you'd never know with any other man.

As he fucked you and stole your breath away, you felt a crescendo building, a wave of pleasure that was going to drowned you.

Your fingers damn near ripped his shirt as you started to come, clinging to him for dear life.

His grip on your hair tightened, keeping his lips sealed over your as you tried to cry out his name. A few more enthusiastic thrusts later and he followed you over the edge and into oblivion, holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

He pressed his face against your neck, panting for breath, his cock still inside you, still twitching as his orgasm ebbed away.

Moments like this were the ones that made you wonder if he meant it, if he really did want to see you again once you were both back home and the desert was in the rear-view. But you didn't dare ask — you never asked, because you weren't sure how you'd feel if/when it all turned out to be lies.

You weren't naïve enough not to see what this probably was; you were one of the few women on base and it was very clear that Lieutenant Russo had needs. And you? What you needed was something to keep you sane and, somehow, that had become him.

Tenderly you ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath then, reluctantly, he pulled away.

[caitlynkirammansrifle]

Ch. 31: Epilogue "Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone" CaitVi FanFic

Vi walked through the City of Progress, the cool Piltovan breeze blowing gently through her hair. It was a beautiful, late summer night as the light of the moon glinted off of the gold and white marble stone that decorated the arched buildings of Piltover. She passed several Enforcers, but as she caught the eye of a few of them, they gave her a respectful bow of their head and carried on with their patrols. Still not used to that, Vi thought as she approached a familiar area. She shook off the old, ever-burning embers of anger at seeing those uniforms. Even after a year of getting used to the idea that she was now part of the upper echelons of Piltover, she doesn’t think she’ll ever truly get over the resentment she held for its law enforcement officers. Especially after tonight, came a bitter thought.

Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone - Chapter 31 - Phoenix314 - Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own]

One year later...

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We fucking did it, everyone. 31 chapters, 180,00 words written in a month and a half, and we have finished "Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone."

I talk about it in the end notes of this chapter, but thank you again for everyone who has followed this story. Whether you commented, left a kudos or even just read it and liked it, I am so thankful for you all and that so many people seemed to enjoy it. It's crazy to me that what started as just a funny little joke I thought of about Cassandra chastising Vi for checking out her daughter when Vi was supposed to be working turned into this. I never imagined I would actually ever finish a fic of this magnitude before. It's been so fun and you are all just the best.

See you in the sequel! 💙💙

[williamvapespeare]

going to u for advice/hear others thoughts, not to attack u, but how do u reconcile knowing the actions of neil gaiman with interacting with dead boy detectives stuff? i know he didn't make all the comics but he made the original/other comics are based on his works and he was an executive producer for the netflix show. i'm feeling conflicted and i haven't seen a lot of dbda fans talking about it

hey! this is something i've been thinking about a lot too and my answer is solely based in my own experience; i can't speak for all dbda fans. i wouldn't say that i was a huge neil gaiman fan before this, even though i did like his work - you can see i wrote one good omens fic back in the day and i do remember loving "ocean at the end of the lane" when i read it. i was really sad that i couldn't see the play when it was in london. i definitely liked what he did, but i hadn't read all his books or anything like that so i can't imagine the hurt other people are going through who DID feel that way.

i see dbda as distanced from him in part because i haven't read or seen Sandman, which is maybe a problem because it allows me to block out his association with something i love. i've engaged with it mostly by reading dbda fanfic that uses sandman characters, etc (also HUGELY unrelated not, but once i got a comment on a fic gushing about how i'd used sandman lore in a throwaway line about charles not dreaming and i just said like "oh thank you!" or something but it was completely accidental al;sjkf). from what i know: neil gaiman didn't write the comics and wasn't involved in the show beyond executive producing. i want to support people making fun queer horror art because that's the kind of art i love and i personally like to make. the way people engage with this is going to be individual, especially for anyone who needs to grieve or deal with feelings of betrayal and trauma.

personally, the things i will do going forward are: try not to give support to media that will benefit gaiman, and DO give vocal and monetary support to the creatives of dbda when i can (ie i supported the Appearances fundraiser because i want to see these creators make more excellent weird queer art and i knew that money would go to them), give praise and credit for the show to the people who were actively involved in making it - Steve Yockey, the writers, the cast, the writers/artists of the comics - these people we KNOW were the ones who had hands in crafting the story we love and none of them are neil gaiman.

you are 100% right to call attention to the fact that gaiman is inherently connected to this world and story that i/we love and that IS something i need to learn to acknowledge in my existence in fandom and as someone inspired by it. i don't have a concrete answer for how i'm going to do that morally, other than make sure i'm aware of it and try to make decisions that support the creatives who make artistic and moral choices that i DO believe in.

hopefully this answer was somewhat coherent and answered your question alright? again, this is probably a really individual thing for all fans of the show so i'm sure everyone will have their own insights