#the a side and the b side of their singles. do u think about their songs different vibes. granny music shit. whatever. anyways have these

[saltseashark]

a side, b side

[books-and-dragons]

with the combined effort of literal club and storygraph: my 2023 book year in review!

featuring stats, my top recommendation of the year, and some favourite quotes. let me be annoying about my reads.

(in a side note, please feel free to add me on Literal Club or Storygraph!)

[reidrum]

I can't stop thinking munch!spencer x reader who's insecure about having thick thighs (it's me, I'm reader)

take a seat | s.r

hi thank u for requesting!! i tried to be ambiguous about reader’s size but if it doesn’t come across that way lemme know and ill fix it!!!

wc: 1.7k

cw: 18+ smut minors dni, afab reader, face sitting, munch!spencer my beloved, insecure!reader who i took to be a little self indulgent sorry, fluff, hurt comfort but no hurt lol

this is also not proofread sorry

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the thing about spencer is if you have any fear or qualm about anything, his main verbal form of comfort is information. and it’s not a bad thing, not at all. finding comfort in the facts is what spencer hopes to achieve when he spews his tidbits. it’s just, sometimes it’ll do more harm than good, or even worse, do nothing at all.

that’s where you’re at right now, sitting in spencer’s room with your legs tucked under you while he sits up at the head of the bed. the top buttons of his dress shirt are undone, tie strewn somewhere in the room. you’re still fully clothed albeit in a loose t shirt and some panties. the want in his eyes is undeniable, his question still lingering in the air.

you weren’t exactly the most confident person, but was anyone really? did people really wake up in the morning, look at themselves in the mirror and say, ‘wow, i look beautiful today.”? tell themselves they’re going to have a good day because they said so?

so when you’d spent your whole life living in the shadows trying to blend in and just do your job, one day an ever observant spencer reid saw you struggling to carry your coffee and your bag into the bullpen and came to your rescue before it could spill all over you. you were a mumbling mess, uttering thank you’s and i’m so sorrys and i’ll be more careful next time. but his gaze on you was unwavering, even in the face of your uneasiness, and firmly but softly told you nothing was wrong, and suggested that maybe you and him should get coffee before work to avoid this rush next time.

falling in love with him was too easy after that.

spencer never failed to make you feel cherished, loved, safe, always going above and beyond to care for your needs and wants. the trust you had in him was immense and you knew he would never steer you astray.

so sitting in front of him on his bed while he adorns a small smirk asking, no telling, you to sit on his face, made you falter a bit.

“you want me, to sit on your face?”

he nods, “yeah.”

any thought you’ve ever had vanishes from your brain, “b—but, won’t it be uncomfortable? for you?”

“not at all.”

seeing spencer be surprisingly calm about this is having the opposite effect on you, creating the unsettlement in your gut. like he’s been thinking about this for while, has wanted you at his mercy in a way you haven’t experienced before, has thought through all the facts and possibilities and ruled with absolute certainty that this was what he wanted, needed. and right now your body is betraying your mind as the heat pools between your legs.

but that brain of yours, a blessing with its vast knowledge but a curse at how easily a single thought can send you into a deep spiral, is working overtime to convince you that this isn’t really what he wants.

he can see the cogs working overtime and scoots closer to you and places a comforting hand on your thigh to rub soothing shapes with his thumb, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“nothing i-“ you stop before you can get too deep.

his eyes look at you expectantly, luring you to continue.

“what if i hurt you?”

“that is literally impossible.”

“what if i suffocate you?”

“then that would be a great way to go out.” he chuckles.

you lightly slap his leg, “stop that.”

he gestures you closer to sit curled into his side, a comforting arm smoothing you up and down. “if you really don’t want to do it that’s okay i don’t want to push you, just want you to feel good s’all.”

you ponder for a minute, “…you would tell me if it’s too much right?”

“i would,” he nods, “but i won’t need to.”

he squeezes your hand in reassurance, and you remember that spencer reid would never lie to you.

which is why you say, “okay.”

his eyes light up like a carnival, “yeah?”

you take a deep breath, “yeah.”

“come here,” cupping your cheek to bring in and kiss you.

it starts off slow, deliberate. like he wants you to know how much he appreciates you placing your trust in his possession, and how gently and carefully he’s going to take care of it.

you hike a leg over his lap to straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck, letting his lips mark you like a road map. he moves down your jaw and uses his nose to nudge your neck away, giving him better access to litter the skin with love bites.

the moans spilling from your mouth spur him on, he starts subconsciously bucking his hips up causing you to grow restless for more.

he senses this and motions for you to lift up on your knees above him so he can slide his body down flat between your legs. the warm palms of his hands rest where your thighs meet the swell of your ass.

you look down at the sight of him laid out for you, and catch his shit eating grin staring back. the dichotomy this position gives you with a sense of power to be over him like this but the vulnerability at feeling so exposed caused a swirl of emotions for you.

“hey,” he squeezes his palms laid on your ass, “if this is a lot, that’s okay.”

“no, no.i think i want this. i’m just scared.” you softly admit.

“nothing to be scared of, angel. it’s not like i haven’t eaten you out before, it’s just a different position,” his hands move closer to your core, “let me make you feel good, please.”

you stare into his eyes once more, being met with nothing but trust and lust for you. with a deep breath, you nod your head.

he smirks again, “alright sweetheart, take a seat.”

you slowly inch your body up his own, hearing him outwardly groan as your cunt came into his line of sight.

“jesus fuck, you have the prettiest pussy.”

you preen at his words once you’ve reached the position, and you hover in hesitation. he wraps his arms under and around your legs and gently pulls you down.

and he attacks you like a man starved. his tongue licking a full stripe up your cunt, letting it swirl around your clit. the feeling is so intense in this position you have to lean forward and brace yourself on the headboard.

with a gasp you whine out his name, “oh my god, fuck.” he continues to use his tongue to barrel you towards your peak, knowing exactly where to touch and lick to rile you up.

he can tell you’re still holding back, feeling the tense muscles in your upper thighs harden under his touch. with a sharp tug he pulls you to be seated fully on his face, and he lets out a deep groan that vibrates through your whole body.

you’re fully at his mercy now, held down by his large hands and his mouth working so hard to make you see stars. the pleasure is overtaking all of your senses, when you look down to meet his eyes they’re staring right back at you, reveling in your ecstasy. a languished moan leaves you as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.

he laps up your arousal with urgency, tongue moving in such a delicate and intricate way you would think he’s writing a love letter with it.

the coil in your gut starts to tighten and you can feel your peak coming fast, “spence…” you whine.

he hums in response, silently acknowledging what you mean. one more slow lick up and down your slit was all it took to push you overboard. the endorphins rush over you like a tsunami as you try to ride out the wave of your orgasm.

spencer doesn’t stop his motions and continues to work your overly sensitive clit, gripping your legs tighter to him as he prevents you from escaping.

“shit, oh god baby, you need to st—stop.” you brokenly moan out. you tug on his hair hard as you try to release his grip on you, and after a few minutes he takes pity and lets you go.

you let out a big and tired sigh as you flop to the side of him, one leg still draped over him as you’re both panting heavily, attempting to come down from the heat of the moment.

he smoothes out the leg over him with his hand and turns to face you, face plastered with a stupid grin and glistening with you.

“see? that wasn’t so bad.”

you scoff breathlessly, “i think maybe you’re trying to kill me.”

“maybe,” he laughs, “ but you liked it right?”

you nod bashfully, “did you…like it?”

his eyes widen, “are you kidding? you looked so hot it drove me insane. you’re always so beautiful but having you like that…i like making you feel good, it makes me feel really good, and that is a win-win.”

you smile at him and move closer to fit under his arm and into his side, your hand resting on his chest. he tightens his arm around you and whisper, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you say through hooded eyes. your hand starts trailing lower, “must have been really good for you seeing how painful this looks.” you softly say, gesturing to the aching bulge in his boxers, the dark patch stained by precum.

his breath hitches as you inch closer, “baby, no it’s okay. you don’t have to do th—“ the sentence gets cut off when your hand gives him a tentative squeeze.

“i don’t have to, but i want to. i should thank you somehow for making me feel so good,” your voice dropping an octave in lust, “will you let me show my thanks, honey?”

you stare at him with the sultriest doe eyes he’s ever seen, and he’s thoroughly convinced in that moment that you are, in fact, trying to kill him.

still a great way to go out, he thinks.

[soobnny]

dating him | hwang hyunjin

❝ i’ve never seen anything quite like you, my love ❞

chan | lee know | changbin | HYUNJIN | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

hopeless romantic hwang hyunjin

love is beautiful and brilliant hwang hyunjin

yall cannot convince me that he isn’t the BIGGEST lover

romance is in his blood

he is so fascinated by it

so, for that reason, i feel like dating him would be like the love you read about or watch in movies

bc hyunjin would b the type to consume so much of romantic media

it’s where he learned everything from

wow what a dream

he strikes me as the type to fall in love with every little thing too

his eyes is just a lens of romance

and it’s set on YOU

every single love language he has it .. but here are some specifics

love language #1 gift giving

hyunjin is a traveler okay

and in every trip, he always has something to give you

keychains, t-shirts, bags, jewelry, stickers, refrigerator magnets, pins, you name it

even u have to remind him not to go all out sometimes

bc when that boy splurges, he SPENDS

esp for u ? he would spoil u in a heartbeat

he always makes sure he leaves a day of his travels dedicated to u and thinking about u

on that note, he tends to buy u guys matching items

matching phone cases, matching rings, matching scrunchie

whatever u can get that’s matching

he WILL get it

it excites him too

he loves being able to tell the world how in love he is

wait side note

whenever he’s traveling, he’s always just instinctively thinking about you

he buys this bagel for breakfast, oh ???? like hey guys yn loves bagels too

and the boys r like WE KNOWWWW 😭

everything is about u quite literally

ok continuing on

and he gifts u his art too

his art is very important to him

and he has found lately, u are the one person littering his sketch books

oh he’s down bad

i think for ur anniversary, he’d paint the constellations of how the stars looked that night and aligned perfectly

or his favorite picture of you

down bad that he also buys u a shit ton of dresses

and lingerie ………….

look he knows his fashion

he knows what looks great

u can’t blame him for buying what he knows will look so pretty on you

(he’d probably give u his card one time and say “go crazy” like wow he’s packed)

#2 quality time

i think his favorite dates would also be expensive

he just can’t help himself

BUT u know he has a sweet spot for self care dates too

spa days are very important to him

loves being able to relax and unwind with u

he especially loves when u play with his hair and when u paint his nails

one time, u caught him stealing one of your nail polishes

would also be the type to bring some bit of you in his travels

like ur perfume or ur shampoo

anything that’ll remind him of u

tho ur scent is his favorite

hence why he goes for perfumes or soap or shampoos bc u feel closer to him this way

he just loves being with u even if both of u are doing nothing

just like that bruno major song

conversations where u lose track of time

conversations as in talking shit about the people you hate together

😭😭😭😭

i think he’d want to paint with u

he’d be so shy to ask you too

just simple things

that cute date idea where you swap paintings every 5 mins or something

when u showed him that tiktok, he jumped in excitement

he wanted to do it right away

he prepares everything

he has both ur paintings framed in his room

it’s his most prized posession

oh, and he always invites u to game nights with the boys

he is SO competitive at monopoly

he couldn’t give two shits about other games

u don’t know why he gets so worked up with monopoly

“SEUNGMIN DONT DO IT SEUNGMIN!!!!”

it’s actually rly funny

he would be the type to take revenge

“you’re gonna regret buying a house there”

would cheer if his friends go to jail in the game or if they go bankrupt

doesn’t even try to hide it

and if he’s playing as the banker, he’d slip in extra bills for you

#3 words of affirmation

tho usually said when he thinks u’re asleep

he’s thankful that u take care of him when he forgets to

esp when he’s so immersed in his art

he whispers words of love

like poets and authors in books

he is just so full of love i can’t say it enough

physical touch except instead of touch, he loves kissing you

LIPS AND NECK ESPECIALLY

those are his top 2

he uses tongue 😕 sorry to break it to u

and he also leaves hickeys

so don’t run out of concealer okay!!!!!!! bc he tends to leave like a lot

before i end

here r some more dates he loves

botanical gardens

he’d pick a flower and place it behind your ear

now it’s his lockscreen

sunday markets

he loves the domesticity of shopping together

he buys u lots of flowers

every single type

u think he’s given u all types already

there is never a day where ur apartment doesn’t have flowers in a vase

bc as soon as the first sign of death arrives, he’s off to buy u new ones

he strikes me as the type to also go all out for valentines

hyunjin would send u mounts of chocolates and flowers

take u out to the fanciest date

u get to try new food and cuisines bc of him!

might even buy plane tickets so u two could travel together

maaaaaaaan just treasure everything

a love like hyunjin’s is hard to come by

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[hannieehaee]

what if girls noticed nerd jk was getting attention from mc and that made them curious enough to try and speak to him and mc gets a wittle jealous and possessive 👀👀👀👀🥹🥹🥹🥹

18+ / mdi

content: loser!jungkook, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader, afab reader, smut, situationship implied, jealousy, penetrative sex, etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, extra

wc: 1897

a/n: loved this prompt omg thank u for requesting anonymity<333

masterlist

you weren't a jealous person. that just wasnt part of your personality.

never had you ever had to feel jealous about any boy you liked giving attention to someone else. nor did you think you'd ever have to.

so why was it that you were currently green with envy as you watched an unsuspecting jungkook be bombarded but the attention of three girls?

that was your boy toy, not theirs. you had been the one to find him and take him in and wreck his mind, so why were they suddenly so interested?

the two of you were supposed to meet in one of the many hallways leading to the campus' quad in order to head over to get some lunch before your tutoring session. however, after having waited over ten minutes leaning over the wall in which you'd usually wait for him, you began to grow annoyed. you walked around a bit, attempting to see if he was nearby, only to never locate him. even after a phone call and three texts (three!!!), there was no response from the boy. it wasn't until you walked over to the next hallway that you spotted him from afar, a shy mess as three girls surrounded him with flirty smiles.

one of them kept reaching out to touch at his chest, pulling at the neck of his dress shirt to reveal more of his skin – jungkook shyly took a step back, but the sight still bothered you. another annoyingly twirled her hair as she made eyes at him – jungkook's eyes didn't meet her own, but the implication made you far too angry. the last one had grabbed his phone from his hands, likely entering her contact info in it – this was the one that made you fume the most.

you weren't close enough to hear the conversation, but you could still see every single move and action coming from the girls, all targeted at your jungkook. you'd never felt this jealous in your lifespan.

sure, you weren't official with jungkook, but you still did not dare look at any other guy now that you had jungkook all to your disposition. how could you when you had such a pretty and obedient boy so obsessed with you?

soon enough, you grew far too annoyed at the sight, marching over there decisively, ready to rip heads off it necessary.

you made it close enough for jungkook to finally spot you behind the three girls, with them being too distracted by the pretty boy to realize you were currently standing at a short distance behind them. jungkook immediately perked up, features morphing into those of shock upon taking notice of the annoyance in your face. he opened and closed his mouth a few times, which alerted the girls of your presence, causing them to turn to you.

"baby-," is what slipped out of his mouth, immediately covering it in embarrassment.

rather than shocked or ashamed, the girls seemed bothered by the interruption, giving you looks of disdain and disgust while your eyes remained on jungkook.

"what are you doing with my boyfriend?", you finally spoke up, annoyance reeking from your voice.

"b-boyfriend?", asked jungkook, unable to mask the shy smile making its way to his face.

the most annoying girl of them all scoffed, jungkook's phone still in hand, "boyfriend?", she tilted her head to the side in mock curiosity.

stepping forward, you snatched the phone from her hand, grabbing onto jungkook's hand with the other and stepping in front of him before facing the girls again, "i'd appreciate it if you didn't hit on jungkook. he's taken," you said before marching away once more, dragging a willing jungkook along with you.

you didn't look back at all as you walked away, not even to check on jungkook. still annoyed, you held tightly onto his hand all the way to your dorm, not uttering a word at the boy the entire time.

~

"i'm so sorry, i didnt- hmph!"

"shut up, jungkook, just- just shut up," you rasped before attacking him with your lips.

the moment you made it into your dorm, jungkook was ready with apologies as soon as you closed your door, turning to you with his pretty doe eyes and a pout. you could tell on your way here that he noticed your discomfort at the previous confrontation, likely scared that you were mad at him.

but you could never be mad at him. you knew those girls only showed interest in him when you first noticed him. it had quickly become a hot topic when you and jungkook began to be spotted together hand in hand, though you never confirmed any type of relationship to anyone. you'd noticed more girls taking notice of jungkook ever since, but these had been the first ones to try and shamelessly take him from you.

so you dragged him home and pushed him up against the wall, not allowing a single word from his lips. you were far too bothered to have a conversation. you needed to confirm to yourself that jungkook was yours and that no one else could even go as far as looking at him with suggestiveness in their eyes.

"'m sorry- they- fuck, i didnt-"

the poor boy kept trying to sneak in apologies in between kisses, but your lips wouldnt stop attacking his own, sucking into his tongue until he submitted to your kiss.

eventually, your lips trailed down to his neck as your hands unbuttoned his dress shirt, wasting no time in running your hands up and down his sculpted physique. sometimes you cursed at yourself for never having noticed such a pretty boy before – especially when he'd been pining after you all along.

"hated seeing you with those girls," you grunted into his skin, nails scratching down his chest and abs, drawing a hiss from him, "so fucking annoying ..." you muttered.

"i didnt- i didnt realize they were flirting with me, i-im sorry," he stammered, too lost in your touch to give you a better explanation.

you disconnected from him, grabbing onto his belt loops and harshly pulling him into your living room, with him numbly following you. pushing him onto your couch, you threw off your shirt and wiggled your pants down before sitting on him, lips immediately finding his again.

"made me wait for you," you whined, "made me watch those girls be all over you ... so mean to me ..." you huffed into his lips.

he shook his head but continued kissing you, "m sorry ... 'm so- so sorry," he pleaded, hands digging into your hips and attempting to make them make contact with his own, but you persisted against it.

"you're sorry?", you asked, pulling away. grabbing onto his hands, you placed them on your bare tits, knowing it always made him crazy when you let him touch you, "you didn't look sorry back there, though?"

his eyes remained on your tits, hands shyly squeezing at them. his glasses were foggy by now, making you have to remove them to wipe them before putting them back on him, "i ... im so sorry," he mumbled again, without much thought. he kept biting his lips and looking down at your tits, head shyly tilting forward to seek permission to get them in his mouth.

"do you want them, kookie? you want those girls?", you sneered, throwing his hands off you and huffing above him, no longer sharing any contact apart from you sitting on him.

this woke him up from his lust-filled trance, "n-no! no, i could never- i want you! i only want- it's just you!," out of character, his hands went to wrap around you, pushing your against his chest. for once, he did not ask for permission as his lips went to your chest, desperately kissing and sucking at it as apologies left his lips.

you sighed in contentment, fingers running through his locks, "my kookie ... you're mine, right? only mine?", you asked, sighing again at how good he worshiped your body. his hands were restless as they felt up your hips and ass, attempting to push you against him so you'd grind on his hardening cock, this time successful.

he groaned at the friction, nodding into your chest, "yours ... y-your boyfriend," he sighed, nibbling at your nipple before softly licking at it.

"need ... fuck, need to show you you're mine," you decided, suddenly pulling away and drawing a whine from him. your hands went in between you to help him remove his pants, pulling them down low enough to pull his dick out.

"please ... show me. need you to show me ..." he cried before breaking his voice with a gasp, hands tightening around your waist when you lowered yourself onto him with no warning.

"m-mine, fuck- you're all mine," you rasped, open mouth against his own, unable to properly kiss due to the sudden stretch.

"t-tell me you're mine too ... please-", he begged, nosing at your cheek.

"'m yours, pretty. your girlfriend, hmm? just like- how you're my boyfriend. right, kookie?", you groaned out in between bounces, catching jungkook's groans right in your ear.

the poor boy did not stand a chance. your words got too him too easily, making him begin to beg to cum faster than expected, and far sooner than he usually did.

but you still needed to punish him a bit. even if he had been aware of the girls flirting with him, you had still been forced to bare witness to their grubby hands on him, a sight that still made you see red.

"can't cum, yet, bunny ... be good and wait for your girlfriend," you commanded lightly, "you'll be good, right, bunny? my pretty bunny ..." you rambled, slowing down your thrusts and leaning back so your clit would rub perfectly against his pelvis. it made you lightheaded.

he nodded without any other words, gasping every so often when you'd tighten around him. hands were greedy in how they dug into your plush skin. likely leaving marks.

"'m gonna cum, bunny," you revealed, "gonna give it all to you ... with me? hmm? cum with me, baby?", you were a mess just as he was, whining out every word pathetically.

yet he fared far worse than you, unable to form any words, simply whining your name as he nodded against your skin.

taking this as a green light, you let yourself go, continuing to bounce crazily on him whilst your orgasm took over you, eyes rolling back when you felt him find his high along with you.

"s-so good ... m-mine ... only want you ... just y-you," he grunted, falling back against the couch with eyes shut close.

you let yourself fall against him, nuzzling into his warm chest and drawing patterns on his skin with your fingers, refusing to make a move to slip him out. wrapping his arms around you, he gave you the impression he also wanted you to remain there.

"i'm sorry," he started, "id never flirt with anyone who wansnt you ... too shy to even flirt with you in the first place," he chuckled shyly.

"it's okay, bunny. just like you so much ... it drove me crazy to see them think they could just have you like that," you grumbled, kissing his skin to calm your annoyance at the memory.

"i only want you," he reassured, hands caressing your back softly.

"me too, bunny."

[lovecla]

TEACH ME (HOW TO MAKE HIM COME) | jack hughes.

nhl masterlist, nsfw, @lovecla’s kinktober collection, chapter three:

<last chapter> <next chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), masturbation (f. receiving).

➴ word count: 2.2k

💌 from me to you: i have nothing to add LOOL i hope u guys enjoy???

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THE NEXT time you went to Jack’s house, he had just got out of the shower. His hair was wet, and so was the rest of his body, the wet drops slowly running down his torso and abs, before falling on the floor in front of him, or being absorbed by the towel that hung low on his hips.

“Hey there, pretty,” he smiles as he lets you in. “Am I late?”

“No, not really,” you touch your phone’s screen, showing him the time. “It’s still eight twenty. I had to come here before Trev got home from his date.”

“Ooh, Z got a date? Who’s the poor girl?” He jokes as he picks up another towel so he could dry his hair.

“I don’t even know, we don’t ask questions about each other’s dates,” you shrug. “Mostly because I don’t have any but like. Siblings code, right?”

Jack laughs, nodding his head, almost as if he’s saying “I get what you meant”, even if he probably doesn't.

“What do you want to do today?” He asks and you blush.

“Why are you asking m-me? You’re the teacher.” Making quotation marks with your hands, you stare at him, almost in disbelief.

“I chose what we were going to do last time,” he explains, moving to his bedroom, with you following him. “So now I think it’s only fair if you do it. So,” he leaves the wet towel on his bed— a total ick— and claps his hand. “What do you want to do today, pretty?”

“I don’t know…” you tilt your head, looking around his room.

Actually, you knew what you wanted to do. You wanted to touch Jack, just like he had done with you. Because guys talk about getting head all the time, so maybe Zack is one of those guys too?

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can think of something.”

Jack’s teasing tone makes you roll your eyes and take a deep breath. “Fine. Teach me how to give a b-blowjob.”

You can tell by Jack’s surprised smirk that he wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, but he nodded his head anyway.

“I knew you’d figure it out.” He winks, and you’re sure that after this, you’ll never be the same Sarah Zegras again.

He takes a step closer and leans down, his hands finding your waist like they’re meant to be there at all times. His lips feel soft against yours and you let out a surprised whimper, not exactly expecting him to kiss you so suddenly. Not that you hadn’t been replying to every single thing that happened the last time you and Jack had been together.

You put your hands on his chest, looking for some kind of support while he made sure not a single corner of your mouth was left untouched. He tasted like peppermint and for some reason, you liked it a lot— even if you hated mint with your entire heart.

He guided you to his bed, and just when you thought he’d make you lay down like he had done the last time, he sat down first and patted his towel wrapped lap. Blushing, you sat down on his thighs, with each of your legs on each one of his sides.

“Now, baby, hear me well,” he slowly says, and you find it kind of cute how his lips look red. Putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, as he loves to do, he continues. “I want you to touch me, okay? You can do whatever you want, just don’t go to business down there right away, you feel me?”

You smile, quietly nodding before looking down at Jack’s body. He looks gorgeous, the months of working out and consistently dieting making him look leaner, hotter.

If you were to be honest, Jack’s always been the prettiest guy in the room, even when you were both teenagers. But you had never thought of him that way, and Jack being pretty was just… well. Normal.

But now, as your fingers run down his body, you realize how much Jack grew and changed. He isn’t just your brother’s annoying best friend who once got you a mint chocolate chip ice cream cake for your birthday because he knew it would upset you, no. Jack’s now a man, and a very handsome one at that.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, tilting your head up. The gorgeous smiles on his lips should’ve already been enough of an answer, but you still wait for his “yes” to rushedly glue his lips to yours.

Kissing him with urgency, you slowly started grinding on him, not because you thought he’d like it, but because you felt the need to. Of course, the fact that he moaned inside your mouth and held your waist tightly, guiding you back and forth, was a good indicator that he was enjoying it as much as you.

You could feel his dick getting harder beneath you, and when you thought that feeling would scare the shit out of you, you were proven wrong again— you could only feel yourself getting wetter, and the need of doing something about it getting bigger and bigger.

“Okay,” Jack breathes, and by the way his cheeks are flushed, you can tell he’s just as aroused as you. Good. “Now, will you be an absolute doll and get on your knees for me?”

You nod eagerly, excited about what’s coming next. As soon as your knees hit the carpet, you sit on your heels, watching Jack from below.

He smirks at you, lifting his hips just enough for the towel to come off easily, and you stare at his dick with expectant eyes.

Everything about Jack is pretty, so obviously his dick wasn’t going to be any different— it was big. You weren’t sure if all of the other guys had the same length as he does, but something inside you told you that the answer for that is no. The tip was angry red, and you see a tiny, pearly white drop of something— cum?— sliding down his cock.

“It’s… big,” you say the first thing that comes into your mouth, and his confident smile makes you smile as well.

“Thank you, baby,” he adjusts himself on the edge of the bed, opening his legs a little bit more. “D’you think you can handle it?”

No, you think, “Yes,” you say.

“Yeah, I think so too,” he licks his lips and you want to kiss him again. “You can start by spitting on it.”

You can feel your eyes growing in size. “S-spit? Why would I do that?”

“It’s better when it’s wet, baby, trust me,” he explains, and you frown. “You can also use lube but… I don’t have any. And I don’t think that using lube is all that great during oral sex. But that’s just me, alright?”

You nod, taking a deep breath and doing as he says, getting up on your knees and accumulating saliva in your mouth, before spitting it on his dick.

“Now, you can spread it all over. Don’t need to rush anything, alright? Just feel it first.”

You grab his cock with your right hand, and you can feel how hot and hard it is. Spreading your spit on it feels dirty, but for some reason, it only makes you squeeze your thighs tightly. He’s this hard for me, and for me only.

You hear his moans as you move your wrist, experimenting. “Try tightening your grip, baby.”

Slowly, you do as he asks, and tighten your hold on his dick, watching with happy eyes as he lets out a few more moans for you.

“That’s it, baby.”

You happily accept the praise; it only makes your confidence grow. Suddenly, the view in front of you is overwhelming, and the need of diving deeper into this world Jack is showing to you is so much bigger than any of your insecurities, so you lean into his lap and lick the tip of his dick.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Jack moans and the hand that was resting on his mattress is now caressing your hair, gently. “Do that again, baby.”

You do, this time trying more than just a kittenish lick. You can taste your own spit on his cock, and before you can process how it feels to you, you catch yourself going deeper, and taking his entire tip on your mouth.

“Jesus.”

Jack’s moans are like angels singing in your ear as you enter Heaven, and they only encourage you to go further. The sounds coming out of his mouth making your damp your panties even more, the sticky feeling that you’ve come to know well making you feel uncomfortable just like last time.

“Sarah,” Jack almost growls, his voice deeper than ever. You look up at him, with his dick still inside of your mouth, and your hips still moving, unconsciously, back and forth, your clit superficially touching your heel, making you shiver. “I want you to take your skirt and panties off, and you’ll touch yourself while you suck me off, alright?”

You didn’t want to remove him from your mouth, but you wanted Jack to be proud of you, so you do as he says, just like you’ve been doing the entire night. You remove your skirt and panties, ignoring his burning stare at you and sitting on your knees again, grateful that your oversized shirt covered the wetness that painted your thighs.

He guided his dick to your mouth again, painting it with his precum as he slid his tips over your lips. You open your mouth just enough for his tip to get inside it, making him smile. “Now, I want you to fuck yourself on your fingers while I fuck your mouth. And if you stop, I’ll stop too. Got it?”

Nodding and giving the tip a little kiss, you slowly bring your fingers to your pussy, shivering almost instantly as you touch your clit. The moan you let out is muffled by Jack’s dick, making him moan as well.

“I’m gonna go deeper, ‘kay?” He asks, and you blink twice, hoping he’ll understand that as a yes.

His dick slides deeper into your mouth, and you find yourself opening it to the maximum to accommodate his cock. The heavy weight of his dick on your tongue felt nice, and his moans only encouraged you more and more.

You didn’t forget what he’d asked you, so you continue to move your fingers on your core, the pad of your finger running across your clit at the same time Jack pushes his dick further inside your mouth.

You hollow your cheeks, and the move makes the man in front of you groan loudly. Breathing through your nose, you lick and suck him fervently, watching as his blue eyes close and open, and his grip on your hair is stronger, tighter.

“Sarah, fuck, you feel so nice,” Jack moans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”

Your fingers move faster on your clit, and you can barely understand what’s happening, or why this feels so fucking good.

You don’t try inserting any fingers like Jack had done, knowing that it’d probably overwhelm you even more, so you just settle for rubbing your clit and spreading the wetness between your folds, and taking him deeper inside your mouth.

Saliva dripped down your chin as you took him deeper, and your eyes started to get wet with tears, but you didn’t care. Jack was moaning so fucking pretty, gripping your hair like it was his only care in the entire world, and your fingers felt good for the first time ever, so what if you had tears on your eyes or if you jaw hurt a little?

This was fucking amazing.

“Baby,” Jack moans, throwing his head back. “Baby, let me— fuck, I’m gonna come, so let me—”

Your hands moved faster around the bundle of nerves between your legs and you didn’t pull back like he wanted you to. “Sarah, I’m gonna come so—”

You can feel your climax building up and you whimper around his dick, the vibration being enough to make him come down your throat.

The sound he let out was enough to make you reach your peak, and you finally come in your fingers, moaning as the salty taste of Jack’s release hits your tastebuds.

You swallow instinctively, not really thinking about what you were doing. Jack’s gaze on you as you do it makes you blush and sit back on your heels, as you carefully take him out of your mouth, licking it a few times to break the saliva string connecting your lips to his cock.

“Fucking hell, Sarah,” he growls, and you give him a half smile, closing your eyes as you try to even your breaths. “You’re perfect. What the hell.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, and your voice sounds hoarse, tired and fucked. Well, you feel all of those things.

“C’mere, let’s get you off the floor.”

You open your eyes as he gets up and grabs your hand, before gently lifting you up and kissing you eagerly. His hand, the one that wasn’t holding your waist, found your left thigh and lifted it up, making you moan inside your mouth when you feel his dick directly on your sensitive, almost swollen pussy.

“Jack.” You mumble, and he smiled into the kiss.

“Yeah, baby, I know,” he kissed your cheek before picking you up in his arms and walking with you to his bathroom. “Next time, okay?”

“M’kay.”

Next time.

Phase three of getting Zack to like you: complete…?

[lmaowhatt]

utterly obsessed? - three

summary: actress y/n I/n has recently skyrocketed into stardom after her breakout film 'castaways' alongside sarah cameron, kevin hart, chris evans and chris hemsworth. weeks after the movies premiere, she drops her debut single, further cementing her place in the spotlight. as millions of people around the world begin to idolize her, and as she struggles with her own demons, she catches the attention of rafe cameron, who doesnt shy away from becoming utterly obsessed in what seems to be the cutest way possible.

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everythingyn y/n, accompanied by co-star rafe cameron and friends at 'hellraiser' premiere, as well as co-director, john b routledge making a couple appearances. bts pics were also recieved by fans who attended the premiere!

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truth was, the more sarah tried to get you and rafe close to eachother, to talk at the very least, the more the two of you found it awkward and distanced yourselves. you had spent the majority of the time at the premiere beforehand with jj, pope, kie and cleo, while he spent most of his time with sarah, john b, and topper. its her brother, can you blame her? why topper was there? no one knew.

you were mid conversation with jj when sarah came over once again with a beaming smile. "sarah, no." you immediately shook your head, glancing around at the fans that had turned up especially early, presumably wanting to capture pictures of whatever they could gossip about. "what? i cant smile at my bestfriend?" she jokingly crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. "not when i know theres something you want," you point an accusatory finger at her.

you chuckled when she let out a heavy sigh, "okay, maybe." she said with a soft smile. "just a hug with you and rafe before you start, pleaseee." she begged, as she held your right hand with her left. you widened your eyes in agreement, tossing your other hand slightly into the air. "fine," you let her lead you towards rafe, where he glanced between you and sarah with a soft nervous? smile.

you offered him a tight lipped smile, opening your arms as if reaching in for a hug. he did the same, bending down and wrapping them around your mid-back as you wrapped yours around his neck. "sorry 'bout her," he mumbled into your ear. a slight chuckle left your lips, "its expected dont worry." you rubbed you hand up and down his back before patting it as if beginning to let go.

rafe noted the signal, also rubbing his hand up and down your back for a moment before backing away. the two of you stayed close, greeting some of the fans that had arrived early before saying a quick goodbye and retreating back to your original small groups. you sucked in a breath through your teeth as jj laughed, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulder.

"y'good?" he mumbled as he watched cleo and pope innocently bicker as they tried to fix his hair with kiara laughing behind them. "yeah. i d'know what sarahs doing but as long as she doesnt push it." you shrug, watching as most paparazzi as well as a couple interviewers made their way to the designated area at the carpet, the horde of fans growing behind them.

he heaved out a sigh, wrapping both arms around neck in a warm hug. "whoa, hi there." you laugh. "whats this for?" you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist as the two of you rocked slightly side to side. "im proud of you," he placed his chin on top of your head. "you tell me that all the time j," you laugh, however, you decide to stay in the hug for a while more.

"yeah, i know," he said softly, pulling away only slightly to face you. "but i want you to know i mean it, and thank you for keeping me by your side," he jokes, you laughing as he pulls you back into the embrace. after a short moment, you pull away. "thank you jj. love you." you smiled as he reciprocated, smiling down at you. "love you too, buddy." he kisses your forehead.

he nodded at the carpet, "go ahead, take some picture and let us know when you want us to join you." jj patted your shoulder, lightly pushing you towards the carpet where rafe was also approaching. you gave him a kind smile, glancing to where you previously were to see jj and kie, as well as pope and cleo smiling and cheering for you.

you laughed quietly as you and rafe wrapped an arm around eachother, taking a couple picture before some members from the rest of the cast, as well as john b and his co-director came over to also take pictures. after a couple more moments of posing for the cameras, john b gave you the all clear to call jj and the others over, so you did as he called sarah over. they all rushed up to you and rafe, hugging the both of you as a small greeting as if the nine of you hadn't greeted eachother before.

the nine of you got into random places, posing for pictures for some minutes. after a couple shots and different poses, everyone dispersed as you, john b and rafe moved on to the short interviews. your eyes first landed on a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties, anxiously holding a microphone. you smiled politely at her as you approached. "hi," you extender your hand out for a handshake, one which she nervously accepted.

"hi," she stuttered back. "sorry.. my first time doing an interview." she shrugged lightly, to which you nodded. "dont worry, i dont bite." you laughed. she sighed as you stood patiently, "wanna get started?" she asked as she held a flash card in her hand. "whenever you're ready, dont worry." you held a hand out, silently saying that it was her call.

she inhaled slowly, exhaling after a moment. "okay- this was your first journey in horror/mystery film compared to your breakout role in the comedy, castaways," she paused as if asking for your approval, to which you nodded. "how challenging was it to manage the intensity and dynamics between your character and rafe camerons compared to castaways?"

you furrowed your eyebrows with a smile, pointing a finger at her as you raised your head in thought. "good question," you spoke into the mic she had moved closer to your face. "well, it was way more different in this movie. i feel like on set, whether we were filming or not, you could feel the sort of– tension? if thats what it could be called." you paused, gathering your thoughts.

"but compared to castaways where the tone was light and carefree both on and off set, yeah it was definitely challenging. this film defenitely required a lot more focus and deep diving into my character, but i was lucky to have a good co-star whos been in projects like this before to help me when i struggled." you glanced at rafe, who was at the other side of the carpet, also engaged in an interview.

the interviewer nodded along as you answered her first question, then trasitioning to her next. "speaking of, what was the first major difference you feel that set in when transitioning from four co-stars to one main costar?" you nodded, raising your eyebrows with a slight surprised face. "whoever writes your questions needs a raise," you joked, erupting a laugh from the interviewer.

you paused for a moment as you thought about your answer, "but, the first major difference i felt was the change in atmosphere. i feel like with multiple costars, theres sort of a family mood that sets in compared to with one main costar." you paused. "with one, its much more intimate, but it also allows for more exploration into your characters and their stories to make sure you understand the complexity of the entire plot." you spoke into the microphone with a small smile, "but i think it also had to do with the type of project you're working on."

"okay, good answer." the woman complimented to which you smiled with a small nod of your head. "heres a simpler question. did you have a certain routine you followed to get into your character while on set?" you fixed your hair as you thought about how to answer the question while also reminiscing about your days on set.

finally, you shook your head. "i wouldnt say i did. if anything, i would have my headphones in, listening to my playlist while in hair and makeup. but, to be honest, the music wasnt the same vive as the movie" you laughed as the interviewer smiled at you.

she tilted her head, switching grips on her microphone. "any artists we would know?" you nodded with a small smile, "hopefully," you crossed your index and middle fingers with a small laugh. "a lot of frank ocean, the weeknd, brent faiyaz, bryson tiller... a bunch of that type of music. and of course my baby, maddy beer." you blew a kiss to the camera, letting out a soft smile after.

the interviewer smiled at you and nodded, bringing the mic back to her face. "well, i believe thats all for this interview. thank you and good luck on your next," the woman smiled politely. you reached your arms out to pull her into a hug, "you did good," you smile as you pull away. "thank you," she mouthed. you waved a small goodbye towards her before walking a couple feet away to your next interview.

finally, after the entensive amount of interviews, where the questions were repeated for the most part, you shook the hand of the last interviewer, who for some reason had a habit of looking down your body, you not succeeding in hiding the disgust on your face. you walked away from the line of interviewers, looking around to find literally anyone you knew.

"boo!" jj grasped your shoulders from behind, to which you jumped. "jesus," you held a hand to your chest. "dont–" you shoved his chest, "do that jj." you concluded with a small laugh as he shoved you back lightly. "howd it go?" he asked you as the two of you walked away to find your friends. "eh.. it went good. i liked the first girl. she was nervous but shes good at her job." you smiled as you waved at random fans or people from set.

you sighed as the two of you went behind the carpet, "d'know about the last guy tho, bit of a creep," you shrugged. jj nodded along at your words, hand on your mid back as you moved around people. "well, at least its over," he joked with a small laugh. you reciprocated, laughing as the two of you approached kiara. you smiled excitedly, wrapping your arms around her neck with a small squeal as the two of you rocked back and forth giddily.

"im gonna go find jb," you removed yourself from the hug with kiara, turning to jj. "might wanna wipe the lipstick off better next time," you motioned to his jawline with a teasing smile. jj rolled his eyes, wiping the back of his hand along his jawline. "you idiot," kie moved around you, smacking his hand off his face to help him wipe the lipstick off. "have fun," you quipped as you made your way around people to look for john b.

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a/n: sigh. also, according to chat gpt barrys last name is lyman, it doesnt really fit him but im running with it. we all know hes practically married to rafe canonically so its okay. a/n pt.2: next post might be on christmas day because i want to spend time with my family and friends tomorrow and i hope you all do as well! a/n pt.3: i also wrote the interview questions and answers myslef. ill let you know i was very proud of myself😭

[amarmoria]

Nepenthe Ⅲ

Qimir x Padawan! Reader

Why would your master want a padawan like you when he has his acolyte?

Notes: thank you guys for your support, like for real, please like, comment or reblog so I'll know if u want me to continue the story!

You didn't have to go with him, but you had to ride your lie for you to survive, although you didn't think he'd trek the whole planet.

He told you he knew another apothecary, you were walking for hours without end, your legs were shaking at every step, yes you were following a path, but it didn't look like you were gonna find that apothecary any time now.

You arrived here at sunrise and you're still here until what, noon? But you didn't want to speak up, scared he'd kill you once you do. You can feel him glancing behind at you every now and then, checking if you were still there.

You cringed at the thought of trying to escape, he had his hand continuously clutched onto his saber, and you had nothing, you wished you brought your knife, if your master were here, your legs would've been tied to a tree, punishment, or worse he'll kill you for making such a small mistake.

You desperately licked at the last bit of water in your flask, your throat was dry, aching, you contemplated asking him for his water, but you heard the Jedi are very.. protective, of their things.

"Uh," you pause, he looks over his shoulder to you, not fully, but you can see his side profile. "I- uhm, are we near yet?"

"Hm, been waiting for you to say."

"What?"

You heard him chuckle, abruptly halting, you bumped into his back, making you stumble back.

"I said, I've been waiting for you to notice."

"Notice.. what?"

"You really don't know?"

"Huh, I.." your eyebrows furrowed, scratching your head, what does he mean? You don't know what? You've been walking for hours, you're hungry, tired, your legs are aching, what does he even want from you?

"W-we're going to the, the apothecary you said you knew where.."

"Look around you," he gestures to the forest, the neverending tall trees surrounding you and the Jedi, your eyebrows furrowed even more, is this some kind of test? Was your master spying on you right now?

He sighed when you didn't answer.

"We've been going around in circles, I've been making us go around in circles"

"W-what? Why would—"

"You didn't get a single thread of malice when we just kept climbing and climbing rocks and whatnot?" He quietly groans, massaging his temples like a stressed father. "B-but the apothecary—"

"Jeez, there's no apothecary out here in the middle of nowhere, they're all there in the city square!"

"I don't understand y-you said there is an apothecary out here, that's why I went with, with you, a-and"

"Are you ill? or just purely an idiot?"

"What? I'm not!"

"Then why—" he pauses, his jaw flexing, nothing was said between the two of you, only the sound of trees filling the awkwardness. "I should go—"

Don't

You frowned.

"W-what did you say?"

He tilted his head.

"Uh, nothing?"

Weird.

You turned around, fast walking away from the Jedi, your face was burning from embarrassment, you could still feel his eyes on the back of your head, the way he was silently guarding you as you jumped off the small boulders.

Turn around.

You paused mid jump.

Go back.

You scratched the back of your neck as you feel goosebumps around your nape.

"Who.."

You glanced behind your shoulder, your eyes widening when you saw that the Jedi's eyes still never left you.

You mouthed a what, only earning a shoo from him.

Go to him.

You cover your ears, then who was speaking to you? You were about to take the leap when you lost your footing on the particularly slippery moss.

You would've used the force where it not for the Jedi, it looked like a soft landing from where you were so you took fate and went along with it.

But the impact never came, your arms still remained crossed on your face with your legs dangling below you, you heard grunting from above you, that's when you realized the hand holding you in place, his defined muscles flexing as he adjusts his hold on your stomach.

"H-hold— on—"

You yelped as you slipped slightly from his hold, the root of the tree he was holding on to, moved, resulting in the strained hold you were in, the ground looked far too big of a drop for you to just hop down, you didn't notice your hands gripping onto the arm he had around your stomach.

You had the time to glance down at the Jedi's arms, it looked a lot like your master's, when he wears sleeveless robes during missions, but his was more defined, much much bigger, the Jedi's were big, but not as big as him.

"Almost—"

You were too busy trying not to let the precious vials you had in your belt not slip, your master would have your eyes if even one of them get lost when the Jedi's saber falls and hits the back of your head, it was too late to try and save the red vial from falling out of your grasp when your vision turned black.

-

You were still groggy when your eyes fluttered open, the first thing that hit your face was the smell of machine and a faint whiff of bacon. You almost forgot where you were, almost.

You expected to wake up to a spiky ceiling, your concrete bed, and hear Mae and your master training, but none of that. There were too many sounds of clutter for it to be the cave, and the blinding light in contrast to the warm ones at home.

You groaned and rubbed the top of your head, if this was not the cave then where were you?

Your eyebrows furrow as you slowly sit up, you can fill the center of your stomach aching, maybe even anticipating an incoming bruise.

Oh yes.

The fall. The saber. The jedi. Your vial.

Your whole body was light, airy, like you weren't wearing any clothes, your eyes widened as you realized your dark clothing was replaced with beige sleeping garments that were a little too big for you. (Again, no matter how big you think you are, these men will prove you wrong)

No, no,no, what time is it? Kripes, he's going to kill you, you hopped down from the soft bed, hurriedly trying to find your things, this didn't look like a house, maybe a bunk? Or a ship? Or both?

You hit the back of your head on the bunk bed when the door opened, revealing the Jedi, he wasn't wearing any robes, only clutching a tray with a bowl and some medical supplies.

"You're awake?" He sounded a bit confused, of course you are, you're a powerful sith's padawan.

"Yes-- I, how long was I out?"

"Just a few hours," he pulled a table from behind him and settled it beside the bed you were laying on earlier. "Didn't peg you for a sleeper."

You frowned. "What does that mean?"

He didn't answer, only chuckling and pulling out a bunch of ointments and ice packs.

"You know I-- I think I should go.."

"Nonsense, I've hurt you, it's only best I treat you till you heal that bruise on your stomach."

You blanched at the statement, how did he even know?

As if he sensed your distress. "D-don't worry, I have a female coworker who just left, she was the one who, who did all that" he gestured to your get up.

"Uh, thank you, but I, it's late and my f-friend, they're worried about me and I,"

"Relax," He shoots you a warm smile. "I'll get your clothes, just stay here."

Notes: "No qimir scenes?! Why would you do this to us mori?!" Relax beeswax, nxt chapter will satiate you with his scenes😈

[inez-winchester-cameron]

hear me out rafe x jj’s gf!reader 👀

u know how both rafe and jj go crazy on their bikes… its the usual kooks vs pogues hatred maybe during the bonfire, but instead of throwing punches rafe wanted to have a race with jj instead to ‘settle things’. and he wanted to bet on jj’s girlfriend whereas if he won, he got to keep her and do.. things.. yk..

cw: darkish!rafe x jj'sgf!reader, non-con recording, bets regarding sex, minor jj x reader, smut

notes: im going feral over this tbh

"ready to settle things?" rafe asks, coming face to face with jj. they both stare at eachother with hatred. the pogues and kooks gather at an old dirt backroad.

"im gonna kick your ass," jj growls, "i win, you leave us the hell alone."

"deal," rafe agrees, "whats in it for me?"

"i don't kick your fucking teeth in that's-"

"you let me fuck your girl."

your heart drops and you pause. you stand off to the side, wrapping jj's sweatshirt around yourself in the cold night air. jj pauses too, furrowing his brow, "hell no! i don't even-"

"jj, it's fine," you speak up, "you'll win, i know it." you say with a smile, only partially believing your words. jj takes a deep breath and nods, composing himself. you make eye contact with rafe and he smirks, licking his lip.

"deal," jj reluctantly agrees. you anxiously fidget with jj's hoodie strings as they get on their bikes.

"it's okay, jj'll win," sarah reassures you, "rafe's a city boy at heart."

3, 2, 1. and they're off. you watch as the bikes speed off, it's a loop that takes about three minutes when jj goes full speed with you on his bike. you can't deny that your mind wanders, thinking about what would happen if rafe won. you had heard rumors about him, what he's like in bed, how big his di- no you shouldn't be thinking about this, you mentally scold yourself. jj's going to win, for sure.

the longest two minutes and thirty seconds ever, you see jj and rafe come back into view. you can't see who's winning, they're too far away. and once again, your heart drops when a bike crosses the finish line, and it's not jj.

"fuck!" jj screams, throwing his helmet down, as rafe gets off his bike. rafe simply smirks, knowing why jj is pissed.

"it's okay, you'll get her back tomorrow, pogue." rafe pats him on his shoulder and heads towards you but john b. and pope stand in front of you, jj joining them shortly after.

an argument ensues, rafe insisting that a deal is a deal and his friends backing it up and the pogues insisting that it isn't fair to you. after a good few minutes, you speak up.

"guys! it's okay!" all the boys pause and stare at you in disbelief.

"it's one night, i'll be fine," you reassure them, "a deal's a deal." jj tries convincing you otherwise but there's absolutely no use, rafe won.

-

rafe pushes you down onto his bed, kissing you hungrily, "i'll make you feel better than that pogue ever did, princess. you're gorgeous, too gorgeous to be with a dirty pogue."

"r-rafe.." you whimper out, loving the feeling of his lips as they trail down your jaw and neck. you soak through your panties as he toys with you, taking his time.

he slips your shirt off and unties your bikini top you had on underneath, sighing when he sees your tits, "knew you had pretty fucking tits, you let jj see these?"

"y-yes.." you admit as rafe leans down and uses his mouth to give some attention to your tits.

"he's undeserving." rafe says, and after a bit more foreplay, he's shoving his cock into you.

"oh god! you're so big, jesus!"

"that's right, baby, keep talking," rafe says, fucking you slow and deep, "say my name like a prayer, sweet girl." he rubs your clit as he fucks into you, holding your hip with the other hand, "bet jj never makes you feel this good, huh? your poor pussy is squeezing me so tight, he must not be taking proper care of her."

you don't respond, your eyes rolling back as his pace picks up. your tits bounce as he fucks into you and you don't even notice the phone in the background of his room, recording every single moment. your pussy squeezes rafe tight, wanting him more and more.

rafe groans, "shit- fuck- such a pretty pussy. might have to come back for more of this. we'll keep it a secret from your boyfriend, mkay?"

"m-mkay.." you slur out, cock drunk. without warning, your cunt pulses wildly around his cock, making him pause and speed up.

"that's it, cum on my cock. im gonna fill you up, got it? maybe i'll get you pregnant, then you can be mine forever."

you don't make any effort to stop him as he cums inside, even though you don't even let jj do that. rafe pulls out and cleans you up, getting up after. as you rest in bed, oblivious to what he's doing. he grabs the phone and sends the video to jj with the caption, 'sorry man, she's mine now. made her pussy all mine, have fun jerkin' your dick to this. fucking cuck.'

[caitchercatlady]

He'll Have to Go Through Me

-Savanaclaw Version

Leona Kingscholar

Though Leona doesn't often show it, he greatly cares for the people he tolerates. How do you think he still keeps his dorm in order? Ever since his overblot ordeal, Leona sees more potential in you, and it doesn't hurt to have you around. This type of attention from the Savanaclaw Housewarden does make the rest of the dorm jealous, which brings negative attention on yourself. As you are studying in the garden, you end up being ambushed by a few disgruntled Savanaclaw students, threatening you to prove yourself worthy of Leona's rare acknowledgements. Little do they know that they're useless yelling has woken up nearby Leona from his nap, and he's not happy about any of the situation at large.

"My dorm lackeys may have the brawns, but you truly lack the brains. You were so cowardly that instead of taking your anger out on me, you take it out on a freshman. Go ahead. I'm listening."

The cowards "eep" their way out of the garden as fast as their legs can take them. Leona walks up to you and pats you on the head, reassuringly. He reminds you that you have the power to give yourself permission to not deal with idiots, especially when they encroach on your personal space. If you ever need help on how to do that, Leona is there to give you the basics.

Ruggie Bucchi

Like Ruggie is a tease, but he would never stand back and watch bullying happen, especially if it inolves money. He knows about the struggle at home, and those instincts spike at every reminder. Ruggie catches up with you on your way to the cafeteria. He wonders if you're gonna get the special today, but when you worriedly say no, he gets suspicious. You never miss out on the special sandwiches unless something is wrong. You mention that you owe someone money, and he suspects it's your Heartslabyul besties. You shiver at the thought. He stops you and demands to know who is exploiting you, and you ask how Ruggie knows that. Does Ruggie really need to tell you that?

Once learning of this tyrant, Ruggie storms into the cafeteria with a flame of vengeance burning in his belly. He taunts that he knows many a Housewarden who are looking to pay an underclassman to work for them. Considering how the guy's been threatening for lunch money, Ruggie assures him that if he works for either Leona, Azul, Kalim, or Vil, the bully could buy all the meals in the world, so he can skip one meal for one day until then. With that said, Ruggie made it safe for you to purchase your special.

"That'll teach 'em. Money is precious, Prefect. No one is entitled to yours...unless you have them to work for ya, of course. Anyway, if he bothers you again, call me, and I'll enact Plan B, no questions about it."

Jack Howl

Jack, the more you interact with him, may seem like a guy who doesn't care about anyone except himself, but if you're ever in trouble, Jack is there to prove you wrong. It's also clear that due to your reputation as an academic brain for a layperson, you unintentionally gain some enemies. You do your best to ignore their taunting. One day though, your bullies refuse to back down despite your quiet neutrality. They corner you in the halls and demand you get on the ground and submit.

A growling rebuttal sends shivers down to every single delinquint's spine. The last person they expected to interrupt the scuffle was also the very last person they wanted to see (other than the Housewardens, especially Malleus). Justice is the will of the wolf, and if lowlifes are going to pick a fight with a layperson, how about they fight Jack instead, no magic being the only rule? Cowardly as they are, the bullies run off, out of sight. Jack pulls you in for a hug as you are shaken by the interaction that just took place.

"You don't have to deal with any of that. No friend of mine is going to deal with any of that. Ya understand me?"

Jack may not know it, but his comforting side is brushing your fear right out of your body. This warm feeling urges you to latch onto Jack like a cub to its mother. With each "thank you" that you let out, the more Jack's face blushes pink. He knows that no matter how much he tells you not to make such a big deal out of it, it'll fall on deaf ears, so he lets this slide.

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?

Pairing: bsf!rafe x Riley ‘RJ’ Jackson

Warnings: a creep, following, scared RJ, panic, language, threats and I believe that’s it…

Summary: it was a nice summers day in outer banks, so Riley went to the mall. What could possibly go wrong?… anything

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It was mid June, a summers day like no other. Riley had dressed in one of her many summer dresses. Short but not revealing, it was cream and flows nicely to her body. She didn’t want a tight fitting dress to wear around the mall, especially in this weather.

So she was currently at the mall. Already had been in two stores, one bag in her hand along with her handbag. She went into H&M, she started to browse the summer rack. As she looked through the many random clothes on the rack, she felt eyes in her. It wasn’t strange for her to have boys and sometimes even girls eye her up. She was naturally pretty after all. Not that she showed off her natural beauty. She would get the odd compliment and wolf whistle, every so often. But this felt off…

She subtly glanced around the store. Pretending to browse as she tries to see who could be looking at her. Then she spots the guy… middle age, mid thirties? Maybe late twenties? But definitely older than her. He looked somewhat well kept, besides the untrimmed goatee. He was alone…

She continued to browse, finding a cute baby tee to go with her long white silk skirt at home. She headed to the cash registers, she placed the baby tee onto the counter and started to grab her card to pay. She saw him in the corner of her eye, staring right at her. She felt off, she knew this wasn’t an occasional glance at her outfit or features. This wasn’t those type of looks…

As she exited the store after paying, she hooked the new bag onto her wrist and began to walk through the mall. After stepping off the escalator, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of the man’s eyes. She looked over her shoulder, she muttered “shit”.

He was following her…

She continued to walk around without going into any stores; to see if it was just a coincidence that the guy was going in her direction. But it wasn’t a coincidence…

She started to panic, then an idea popped into her head. She muttered “hm Rafe” and imaginary light bulb popped above her head. She grabbed her phone from inside her handbag and pulled up his contact.

She texted…

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RJ<3: Hey Rafe! U busy???

Rafe: nah just with the boys and ur brother at ur place why? Aren’t you at the mall?

RJ<3: yeah I am but I think a guy is following me and I’m starting to panic

Rafe: what does he look like??

RJ<3: uhh a bit older than us probs late twenties, early thirties

RJ<3: he’s been following me for a while, I though he was just going in the same direction as me

Rafe: where in the mall are you??

RJ<3: outside urban outfitters

Rafe: go in the store and act like your looking at clothes, stay close to ppl

Rafe: omw stay there

RJ<3: thanks x

Rafe: no problem see u soon x

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Rafe was seething, although he didn’t tell Travis. He just told him that he was going to go pick her up. He knew Travis would’ve went apeshit, not that Rafe wasn’t already doing so on the inside. But Rafe knew that Travis would’ve caused a huge seen and probably get himself banned from the mall. And Rafe also had a strategy already in place.

Once he arrived at the mall on his bike, he headed inside. He headed straight to urban outfitters, where she told him she’d be.

Soon enough he entered the store. He started to look for her in a casual way. Not blatantly looking for her, but he kept an eye out.

Soon enough he had found her by the skirt section. He walked over, “RJ” she looked up “thank god you’re here..” Rafe gave a single nod and whispered “where’s he to?” She subtly bods her head to the side in the direction the guy was at. Rafe caught an eye of the guy, Rafe wasn’t already happy about the situation. But the way he was looking at Riley, made him see red. It was like the guy had already undressed her with his eyes and his mind was already in a place Rafe didn’t like.

Rafe looked back at the skirt rack as he whispered “I’ve got a plan..” she nodded. Already knowing what the plan was as she’d done it many times with him at the country club cause some of the older guys can’t keep their eyes to themselves.

“Boyfriend Rafe?” He smirked at her comment. “You bet, baby” she smiled a little. Already feeling safer with his presence, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her more into his side. For both his and her comfort.

Every so often Rafe would glance in the guys direction, to see he’s still staring. Rafe placed a kiss on top of her head “you gonna buy that skirt?” She holds it out in front of her “I do like it-” “it’s on me” “what?” “You know the drill”.

And with that Rafe’s card was the one going into the card reader, not yours.

When they exit the store, Rafe saw the guy was already outside and leaning against the wall outside the store. Pretending to be occupied on his phone. Rafe kept his hand on your hip as he spoke loud enough for the guy to hear, he asked “so baby, what stores you wanna go to next?”

She smiled a little knowing Rafe would be there “uhh… Victoria Secret..” Rafe smirked.

She didn’t feel uncomfortable to go into that store with Rafe. God she’d already dragged each of the guys in there at one point. And no, not for the main reason of the store. She’d always go into the clothing section as their gym clothes are stretchy and soft.

Rafe guided her through the mall and over to the store, they both walked in. Rafe looked over his shoulder, the guy entered the store. Rafe subconsciously squeezed her hip a little. Not hard, but noticeable.

Riley walked over to the gym clothes and smiled when she saw the exact pair of cycling shorts she’d entered the store for. Riley saw them online, but she’d always preferred to see in person. She grabbed a hold of the hanger and held up the shorts to her waist to see if it’d look just as nice as I did online. She smiled as she knew she’d buy them.

Rafe saw her smile, his favourite thing. He’d never admit it. But it was his favourite thing besides her mix match green and blue eyes. He’d always used to say how her eyes reminded him of her adventurous side. The green being land, and the blue being the water.

He spoke “plan on getting them, princess?” She smiled “yeah, I’ve been eyeing them for a couple weeks online.” “And you didn’t buy them online?” “No, I like looking at gym clothes in person, sometimes they can be all different sized depending on the brand” he hums and nods as he listens to her speak.

They head over to the perfume section, he glanced over and saw the guy looking at different bras. You’d think the guy was just looking for his wife or girlfriend… but the way he’d glance between Riley and the bra made Rafe’s blood boil.

Rafe stood directly behind Riley as a shield from the guy. Rafe’s lower chest and stomach is pressed to her back. She held up a perfume for him to smell “mmm that’s a good one, doll, want it?”

She shrugs “I don’t need anymore perfume, just wanted to smell some..” he hums and nods. He made a mental note of that perfume as he saw her spray some on her wrists. He knew what his next birthday gift for her was…

Once again, he paid for her shorts, this time the guy saw. Rafe grinned to himself when he saw the guy get annoyed at Rafe’s actions. He took the bag and held it for her, along with the other two bags she hand… and her handbag.

Riley linked her arm with his as they left the store….

After some time, the guy would get more and more closer to the two. Riley started to panic more. Rafe noticed and was getting angrier by the second. So as she headed to the woman’s restroom in Bershka. Rafe walked over to the guy.

“You’ve been eyeing up that girl for a while now, huh?” The guy was confused by Rafe’s comment and started to become more anxious by Rafe’s sudden approach and bluntness.

“Uh- what?- what? No I haven’t..”

“Cut the crap, creep, you’ve been eyeing her up all the time she’s been here, don’t lie”

“I haven’t I-”

“Listen, I know you have, I’ve seen you drool over her, you fucking prev”

“And I want you listen closely, cause I won’t be repeating shit”

“You stay far away from her, and I mean far. Ever look at her the same way you have today. You won’t be able to use those eyes if your ever again, you hear me?”

The guy froze at his threat “uh yeah- yeah sure man..”

“Doesn’t sound fucking convincing to me, man”

“I mean it!”

“Good, cause if I ever see or hear your eyeing her up or even dare to touch her. You will have consequences to your actions. And it won’t be just me, cause if her brother found out about this, he’d go absolute apeshit”

“Alright alright! I get it!”

“Good, stay away from my girl”

The guy definitely got Rafe’s message now. Rafe looked the guy up and down, sizing him up. Then Rafe walked away and headed to the small area near the restrooms and leaned against the wall and waited for Riley.

Once she stepped outside, she saw Rafe and smiled. Rafe spoke “ready to go?” She nodded. Rafe glanced at the area the guy was at moment ago, he’s no longer there. Rafe grinned to himself. Riley raised an eyebrow “what’re you smirking at?” Rafe looked to her “got rid of your problem” Riley spoke “thank you, but how?”

“Let’s just say I had my way of words with him”

“You threatened him didn’t you?”

“Uhhh I wouldn’t say threatened..”

Riley gives him ‘the’ look.

“Alright… something along those lines”

“I had to remind him who’s mine”

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head with a grin.

“You never fail to make me smile, Cameron”

“That’s my job, princess”

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Reqs are open for both Rafe x Riley and Rafe x Reader!

Have a good day/night all!🫶🫶

[diasslim]

NEW WRITER?! yesss

reader is scared Em is cheating on her but he actually proposes :333 fluffy fluff fluff :333

(also do u do b rabbit and what like eras of eminem do u do :3)

-🐪

A/N: Thx for ur request 🐪! For now I will most do for 00's Em (Slim-) but I accept req for nowdays also. And, for now, I wont do BRabbit bc I don't remember a single thing from 8 Mile.

1/2

Warning: Mention of smoking.

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When he told you that he was going to be late home you were already bitting your bottom lip nervously, thinking about all the other times that he told you that his kisses with the fangirls, random hook ups, topless girls and misstress were done by the time he laid his eyes on you, slowly believing that it was all a lie and that you're probably the most funny joke on his friend group since you two got together.

If not, why would him pass nights out, be home late and forget to message or call you, did you do something wrong? You doubt, a cheater would cheat even if he had the most perfect partner with them. So why you want to cry, thinking that you could be just like this girls from the magazines he used to read?

You groan angrily as you get up, going for the living room, maybe playing a game or reading a fairytale for Halie would make you forget about what Marshall can be doing behind your back. But the little girl is sleeping heavily next to the cereal bowl she insisted to have because she would eat everything – even if you know she would eat three balls and forget about the snack how could you decline it for these big cute eyes? – You sigh, heading to the girl and carressing her cheek before getting the bowl and returning all the snack to it's previous box.

You don't want to go out – it's dangerous to let the little girl alone – Neither watch TV – did you even pay it? – Letting out another groan you go to the shared bedroom, looking out for a cigarette.

A bad habit that could turn into a dangerous addiction, you know, but who would care anyways? Your cheating boyfriend that would not.

Looking more deeply into the closet your hand bump into a box between the folded sweaters. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you take it. Of course. You knew that he didn't threw away the magazines since their box still on his side of the closet.

You sit on the bed, getting more and more angry, frustrated, and sad as you open the box, just to find no magazine but another smaller black box. And you could recignize it.

Letting out a small scream as you threw it on the other side of the bed you put your hands infront of your mouth – in a pure state of shock.

So he wasn't hiding anything about other woman at all, it was wedding rings, wedding rings for you... Wait, a wedding ring for him to ask your hand in marriage?

You giggle as you let out another small scream, taking and opening the black box and getting the ring from inside it.

It fit perfectly on your ring finger. It was beautiful. Not like a super expensive diamond ring these famous hot girls you read about get, but still the most perfect ring on world, your – future – ring.

You giggle again as you put the ring in the box and the box in the other box. Putting everything back to where you found it.

You get your cellphone and opens the chat with Marshall, his last message being him being sorry for not getting home soon today, you answers back saying for him to come back as late as he can because you have a surprise for him.

You put your phone on your purse, putting the strap on your shoulder before going to Halie and waking her up.

"Hey, princess. Wake up we're going out."

"Where are we going?"

"For this beauty dalon you came with me on the other day. I need to get pretty for your father."

"Why?"

"Because he just made me the happiest girl alive without knowing."

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[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

HiHiHi

So do can u do a Luke Castellan x Child of Persephone (or SMT Idrc)reader and She HAS THE BIGGEST DELULU EVER

Like Imagine Luke faked breaking up with her and she’s like “no no 🥰 I want my kids have that big brown eyes My dear” Or Smt in the lines of that and Luke laughs his but off and ITS JUST HER DELULU OVER COMING HER

Thank you so much for your request! <3

Luke Castellan x fem!persephone!reader fluff

Requested?: Yes!!

I hope you are all well, i love you all!! Have a nice day and enjoy!

Reader cursing at Luke is her love language

Masterlist

Luke was always struggeling to keep up relationships with people. He had Chris as the ever lasting person in his life since they first met at Camp Halfblood when they were 14 years old. After that, everyone was coming and going but noone really stayed for long.

You only joined his life later. Having spent most of your life in the Underworld with your mother, social normes and interactions with living people were a riddle to you.

Long story short, you were... a challenge for most people. Not that they didnt like you. The younger kids loved you and even Dionysus gave you a smirk whenever you left behind a slightly distressed demigod that tried to challenge you.

Maybe you weren't from this realm but that certainly did not mean that you didn't like it at the camp. You were craving the space that the Underworld couldn't offer you. It was only a matter of time that someone would fall for you.

By chance, that was a certain son of Hermes. Luke fell for you just as bad as you fell for him. You knew he was complicated. He was reaching for the stars but got disappointed over and over again since he was a baby.

Luke was in a bad headspace today. He didnt really know when the idea crept up to him. Maybe it was because the gods let him down for one too many times. He had been questioning your love for him for the last few days while he rotted away in bed, trying not to neglect too many of his tasks.

He needed proof of your love. Proof that you would not leave him behind like everyone else did. He contemplated talking to you but proud as he was, he quickly discarded that idea and stirred up a plan instead.

A fake breakup.

It would give him the opportunity to see your raw reaction. And he could find out if you were serious about him. Or even glad to get rid off him? Luke didn't want to think about that. He loved you after all.

"You entered the Hermes Cabin after sword practice this afternoon. You were a little sweaty and your clothes had dust stains on it from the sand in the arena. Luke was laying on his bed, his arm covering his eyes. You thought that maybe he was sleeping so you tiptoed over to your bed and started taking off your boots.

Luke shuffled on his bed and groaned as he sat up. He smiled tiredly as he looked up to find you watching him. "Hey." He mumbled but his expression dropped soon. You looked at him confused.

"What's up, darling?" You asked while you put your boots to the side. Luke got up and approached you. "I thought about something all day... can we talk?" He asked. You nodded. "Of course. What's bothering you?"

Luke looked around. Besides the two of you, everyone was out of the cabin running around somewhere else. The situation was perfect... He sighed. "I... there is something." He said hesitating, fiddling with his hands. This was not normal. You frowned. Your Luke was never this nervous about talking to you.

"Im breaking up with you." He whispered in a low tone, barely able to get the words over his lips. He could see your world shatter into pieces. Your expression dropped and a couple of dead moths fell from the ceiling, making Luke cringe away a little.

Finally, you broke out of your freezed and shocked state.

"What?! No, no, no, no." You said, tears dwelling up in your eyes. Luke tried to pull his gaze away from you and turned around to the cabin door. There formed a single tear in his eyes too. He hated seeing you cry.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to face you. "Why would you break up with me?" You sobbed. Luke looked at you irritated, trying to keep his sadness down. "You deserve someone better than me." He grumbled under his breath. You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders angrily.

"I wanted our kids to have your eyes." You yelled at Luke, tears streaming down your face. "What?" Luke asked, suddenly taken aback. You violently tried to whip the tears from your face, smearing some dust onto your cheeks.

"Our kids need to have your eyes!" You sobbed and suddenly Luke wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You tried to push him away but he kept you in his embrace. After a few seconds, you stop trying to free yourself and let your head fall against his chest.

At first you thought Luke was crying too, from the way his shoulders were moving up and down in a quick, steady rhythm but soon you noticed that the bastard was actually laughing.

"I hate you." You mumbled between a few sniffs. "I know." Luke whispered, there was a light chuckled in his voice that he failed to swallow down. "Thats okay. Its what i deserve."

"Luke Castellan, i hate you so, so much. We will meet in Tartarus if you dont quit the bullshit right now." You weakly slapped his chest. "But i love you. Please, this was not real?" Your sobs died down as you leaned against his chest.

Luke swallowed heavily and finally, after a long moment, shook his head. You exhaled and sobbed again, this time because of the relief rushing through your body.

You leaned up to wrap your arms around him too, holding him close. You buried your hand in his hair and made him look at you. "You were kidding, right?" Luke nodded hesitantly, worried you would make some more dead animals fall from the sky.

You wanted to slap Luke. But that is not what you do to your boyfriend, at least not right now. Instead you rested your head on his shoulder and rubbed your tears dry on his tshirt.

"Hey." Luke complained, trying to push you off but you pressed him against the wall and continued to use him as your personal tissue paper. "That's your punishment, you idiot." Luke carassed your hair and let you go on with you drying your tears.

"Why did you do this?" You asked. Luke looked away, ashamed that he actually thought this was a good idea. You put a hand on his cheek and made him look at you. "This is not what i think about it is, is it?" You asked with a shocke expression.

Luke nodded slowly, lowering his gaze. You sighed and leaned against his forehead. "I really love you, otherwise i wouldn't keep you as my boyfriend. Luke nodded slowly, accepting.

"Luke?" "Mhh?" He hummed. "Will you be my boyfriend again?" You asked. A slight smile crept up on your face but you tried to hide it to not let Luke win just right away. Luke chuckled, his mood becoming a little better again. "If you truly want that." You groaned and bumped your head on his shoulder a few times.

"Just say yes, you morron." "Yes." He whispered. You pet his hair a little. "Good boy." You grinned at Luke, who now rolled his eyes. "But i am not having children with you until we both got a job." He argued but it ended up in a laugh. He was laughing at the absurdity of this situation.

Now it was you rolling your eyes. "Fine. Reasonable." You grumbled and pouted at him a little. Luke smiled and wrapped his arms around you extra tight. "Did you mean it? My eyes, really?" He asked. You huffed.

"I was never before this serious in my life." You stated firmly. Luke leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose. You scrunched your nose sweetly and peppered his face with small kisses.

"So... if i mess up you will throw dead animals at me?" Luke asked mockingly, as you pulled back. You grumbled and slapped Luke's chest again.

"If you dont cut the bullshit, i will stuff a dead rat into your pillow case."

[cantalouupe]

having majorrrrrr itto brainrot …. thinking about size difference because you know this man is fucking huge …. he knows u r smaller than him and he tries to b gentle at first but he can’t for long!!!! he goes crazy rough like balls deep ….. and he’s so vocal, like babbling almost, just constantly telling u how good ur pussy feels on his cock while noting how good he’s fucking u….. mmmmmmmmmm i want this man SO BADLY LOLLLL

golly

nsfw!!! itto x gn!reader

giant cock itto, dirty talk?

You knew it would be like this—Itto was huge, towering over every single person he’s ever crossed paths with—and yet you still can’t believe just how big he really is. Despite having been fucked before, you felt like you were in the midst of your first time; unfamiliar, daunting territory. 

“There’s no way.” You scramble back on the bed, sheets bunching uncomfortably beneath you. Itto rubs his cock against you, pressing the head just until you gasp from the pressure. There would be no amount of prepping or foreplay to ever prepare you for this—he'd tried to train you to take more, first fucking one, two, three fingers in until you were squirming and needy, but comfortable. He was so big, though, so long and thick and intimidating in size that there would be nothing that could properly amount to it; he would carve out his own space inside you, fill you so deep that you’ll be able to feel him in your stomach. 

“Come on,” he encourages, voice taking on a desperate note, as though he couldn’t handle another second being outside you. He’s restrained himself well until this point, taking things slowly in fear of hurting you, lasting with only fevered grinding, touching, and kissing. This would open a door, a flood gate that would release all his built-up desires of bending you over any surface he can find, fucking you, breeding you.  

He brings his hand to your side, touch hot but reassuring, and you try your best to relax your body. When the tip pushes in you let out a curse, and a small, relieved whimper. He’s so thick, wide enough to make you feel like you were being split in two, but he doesn’t stop, not when he finally has you around him, smooth and inviting and tight around the new intrusion.   

“Almost all the way in,” he comments, eyes trained on the spot where he’s stretching you open. Inch by inch, until you can feel the presence of his hips close behind you, just shy of meeting the plush of your ass. 

“Shit, you’re-” He heaves out a breath, unable to find the words as his hand grabs the flesh of your cheek to spread it, “Shit.” 

Everything is still for a moment. He stays seated inside you, letting you grow used to the feeling of him, body clenching around him, brain fogged up from him around you, behind you, inside you. Through the haze, you hear his voice, and you’re sure that he’s ready to absolutely destroy you, as soon as you say to. 

“Look at that. I told you it would fit.” His large hand slips along your stomach, pressing down slightly. “Do you feel me in here?” 

You aren’t sure you can speak, so overwhelmed by him and all he was giving you. Itto doesn’t mind though, never minds having to fill the quiet with his talking, his hushed rambles and loud babbles of pleasure. He loved to talk, and he knew you loved to listen, so he talks, telling you how good you were, how perfect you felt, how he would fuck you next; all while slowly shifting his body, pulling out of you to then push back in, forming a steady, leisurely pace.  

“You’re never going to need anyone else after this,” he grunts, “only I will be able to satisfy you.”  

He tries to keep his thrusts gentle, but at the first show of movement from you, relaxing into your space below him and moaning with every stroke, he gives up restraint, letting himself fall into a frenzy. It was only a matter of time before he’d finally get to have you just how he wanted, and now that it’s here, you relish in it, letting him dig his nails into your hips and fuck you until your body felt like it was buzzing with electricity, each meeting of your hips a shock. 

Grown weak and shaky, your arms give out from under you, chest collapsing into the bed. As your body sinks further into the mattress, melting with the touch of his hands against you, your knees slip further apart, back arching further. Itto makes a desperate noise and doubles down on you, a silent promise to take you apart.  

“Perfect,” he growls. His voice paired with the wet squelch and the slap of skin on skin is an erotic dream come true, a symphony of sounds that you wish you could bottle and keep forever. How many times would you come before he reached his end? He didn’t seem the least bit tired, but you were already reaching that peak that you’ve been wanting, been waiting for. You would come soon, and he knew it, not letting up for even a moment, allowing you no time to think or speak or breathe. 

When he leans forward into your space you choke out a moan, a demonic sound that gets ripped from your throat as he brings himself closer to you. The angle changes, movement changing to a harsh rolling jerk of his hips, pressing deep inside over and over again. His hot panting breath can be felt against your hair and the side of your face, and you suddenly wish he had taken you on your back so you would have unrestricted access to his face; you want to see his face, what expression he was wearing as he fucked you into the mattress, and you wanted to kiss him, to let him claim your mouth with the same animalistic force he fucks you with.  

“Are you going to come like this? I know you’re getting close,” he speaks in a hurried voice, as if the words will run away if he doesn’t say them quick enough. “I can feel it. You're so perfect, the best fuck I’ve ever had. I knew you would feel this good; I’ve fucked my hand so many times while thinking of this.” 

There’s no way you’d make it out of this alive, not with him crowding close, hitting you so deep inside, murmuring filth while he does it. You’ll die from the heat, the molten lava flowing through you, burning you from the inside out. His voice gets garbled while you burst and melt away, nerves alight and body shaking; he talks you through it still, voice shaky while he says everything he thinks of, filter nonexistent. He tells you that he needs to see it again, to witness you coming on his cock, feel you shivering with the aftershocks of it. He won’t stop—can't stop—until he’s had his fill, and until you have nothing more to give. 

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get some hcs of Pony spending Christmas with the Shepherds?

no,,,no u cannot,,,

•he was totally pulled along by curly, like w all due respect to the shepards pony never planned on spending any sort of time w them, let alone in CHRISTMAS he didnt even think they rlly celebrated it

•AND IN A WAY HES NOT WRONG!!! the shepards dont rlly celebrate it, angela and curly kinda want to but flip flop between wanting to b a good family and not caring and tim doesnt gaf about it, they would mostly spend their time doing their own thing waiting for the holiday to b over already

•but this christmas is special cause this was one of the rare times they were like “ok fuck it lets do SOMETHING together” so curly wanted pony to experience it w them too!! its only fair curlys been w ponys gang for a christmas pony gotta come along too

•not many places r open for christmas so they went some place to eat for breakfast!! not much pony says here hes rlly just “shepard watching” as he likes to call it, listening to them bicker on and on about something none of them will fill him in on till later

•pony does not spoke unless spoken to when it comes to tim AND angela, curly makes pony say something and puts him right in the spot and hes fumbling his words and hes getting teased HARD

•unless ponys borrowing one of their old jackets, curlys keeping his arm wrapped around ponys shoulders to keep him warm or they just share curlys jacket, tim and angela r fake gagging behind their backs, theyre both single and coping w it i cant blame em

•sometimes when trying to enter a place a mistletoe would b over the entrance and after SHOVING pony and curly inside bc curly wanted to take his sweet time kissing pony to anyone unfortunate to watch, tim and angela made SURE to go in one after the other they werent even gonna try and risk that bs of having someone tell them they gotta kiss, but a few times tim would kiss angelas cheek just to embarrass her (IN A FAMILIAL WAY OBVIOUSLY)

•curly got the bright idea for all of them to split up and go to different stores to steal gifts for each other, gid bless all the stores open around this time on christmas. tim got angela a pretty hairclip thats the most important thing here honestly nothing else matters, bc she always wears it now

•literally all of the minus pony stole a lil secret gift for themselves too, it was too tempting not to, this doesnt add much to the story i just felt like we all needed to hear that

•back at home, curly makes everyone hot chocolate before he has to drop pony back home, its not as decorated w whip cream and marshmallows n what not like darry does, but pony didnt mind it tasted rlly good he cant complain too much

•WOULD pony do that again???? yea sure he doesnt mind it, he wasnt talking much but it was nice seeing a different side of the shepards!! plus curly obviously had the best time and it was the first time in a while where that was the case AND they were both safe, its a nice change of pace

[cheolhub]

um idk what this is called but soobin being a dumb big bf. literally he’s so big and he makes u feel so good n he doesn’t know why u want him to fuck u deeper when he’s already all up in ur guts :( like it just flies over his head why u go crazy over him being so tall n big BUT COME ON😭 sorry im thinking too much abt size kink soob

HIMBO!SOOBIN

FUCK. soobin being a big himbo who only thinks with his big fat cock that fills you up just right. :( himbo soobin who doesn’t understand the great effect he has on you ‘n misses all the obvious hints about you loving his size ‘n how good he makes you feel.

and, god, do you love his cock so much. he’s huge. brings you to tears every time, but you fucking love it. you love how he can get you just as dumb as he is without even meaning to.

but he’s oblivious! he’s always so sad to see you in tears!! he could probably cry himself because “why is my pretty baby crying?” he’d ask after impaling you on length.

such a sweet, dumb little thing—he’d even stop just ‘cuz he couldn’t handle thinking he’s hurt you. </3

but you protest, as always, wrapping your legs around his waist in attempts to keep him moving and push him deeper inside of you. you’re in tears, yes, that much is obvious, but not in the bad way— never in the bad way.

“d-don’t stop! please fuck me deeper, ‘binnie, god fuck, please,” you sob out a surprisingly coherent beg, back arching and hips bucking into his.

he frowns, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “but…” he splays his big hand over your tummy and pushes gently to emphasize his current position (as if you didn’t already know where his cock was). “‘m already right here, sweet girl?”

you gasp and splutter over your words at the action, fresh tears of pleasure filling your eyes over again. “‘binnie! ‘b-binnie! don’t care,” you pant, pussy tightening around him.

but when his confused expression doesn’t falter and his body still doesn’t move, you realize you actually have to spell it out for him. “‘binnie, feels so good to me! ‘m crying ‘cus i love it so so much— so big inside of me, jus’ wan’ you to keep fucking me… please?” you plea, hands weakly gripping his forearms.

he still doesn’t get it— he may never get it with his himbo brain, but he obliges anyway, resuming his thrusts ensuring his pelvis meets yours so he can fill you up all the way. just like you want.

you thank him. you thank him over and over and over till you’re gushing all over him, creaming his cock with your entirety. you incoherently tell him how big he is, how he’s the only one who fucks you this good, how you were made to take his fat cock.

dumb, oblivious baby just nods his head, not understanding a single word you’ve just told him. he releases inside of you solely because you wanted him to and because your tight pussy was “squeezin’ me so hard.”

he pulls out of your spent cunt watching his substantial load escape you with a frown.

“always cum so much,” you gasp, body slumping in exhaustion. you look up to see his puppy dog face and mirror it. “what’s wrong, baby?”

he sighs, looking down with his big length in his even bigger hand. “‘m still hard.”

“‘course you are,” you smile. it would be abnormal if he wasn’t— soobin needs at least 3 rounds before he goes soft again. “‘s okay, ‘bin. i can take it. give it to me?”

he nods cutely, eyes wide with a small grin before pushing into your messy pussy with a moan. if there’s one thing he understands, it’s that, like you, he can never get enough.

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