#they are attached to it by the hip‼️

[sammydem0n64]

“What are we.”

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‼️ Links are in the names. Fem reader. Ace, Zoro, Luffy, Eustass ‼️

[ Size diff, twit links, fem recieving, oral, fingering, mating press, sex sex sex ]

Short x reader scenarios written with each link !

Ace

Ace can't stop himself. He promised himself he'd only come home and cuddle you since it'd be late by the time he got back from his days travels to your home island, but he lied to himself. Losing his composure the moment he saw you and kissing you after a quick "I'm back". His impatient hands slides your shorts barley down and your underwear to the side before he's practically sucking on your lips and tongue while he's caressing your heat, groaning in-between kisses as you prop your legs up, trembling from his fingers warm from his journey.

"missed you so much. Missed you a lot. So so much." He mumbled as his fingers slid into you, beginning to finger you to bring you to your orgasm as you moaned and body jolted. He placed his hat on you before smirking. "Keep that on while we go at it."

Luffy

"Wow baby these are pretty!" Luffy exclaimed happily at the sight of your bouncing tits, moving his hands to casually grip them as if he wasn't right in this moment drilling hard and fast into you. He moved his hands to your ankles, grunting as he folded you into a press and put his forehead to yours, grinning as he somehow went even faster and harder. All the while you're moaning in bliss at your happy go lucky boyfriend happily getting lucky in your drooling, gushing heat. Your eyes roll back slightly before you look up at Luffy as he kisses your forehead while he's grinding inside you, your hand resting on his abdomen as you can barley get a moan in before throwing your head back and arching your back while moaning loudly, crashing into your orgasm.

"hng..~ Another one? That's like..the fourth one tonight haha!"

Zoro

Zoro was exchausted. Mostly, exchausted from a day of doing nothing but taking naps around your farm, so he found his way to your room and lounged back on your bed, arms behind his head. You pester him, try flirting, but he shakes his head with his eyes closed. "Nah. I'm gonna rest my eyes."

Well, then you'll find compromise.

Shimmying your boots off, then your jeans, sliding your underwear to the side, you crawl next to him, giving him those big begging eyes.

Zoro almost immiditaely caves, glancing at your ass before smirking. "I suppose I could use a midnight snack." He gestured at the end of his sentence with a flick of his wrist towards his face.

And that's how you ended up here, on his mouth drinking you in hungrily, his hands on your hips as you practically hump his tongue while moaning, her mind long since hazy the moment his tongue touched your folds, clenching your teeth as your eyes roll back everytime his tongue presses into you and his lips attach to give a kiss and suck, slurping, a sloppy eater.

"Tasty.."

Eustass

[ size diff warning ]

It's not really hard for anyone in your immidiate circle to see that Eustass might be more than a bit bigger than you. Everyone wonders how it works out between you two, some even sort of laughing when he squats down or has to lean down to kiss you

But his size goes beyond more than just kisses.

Eustass groaned, having you face down ass up in his quarters as his large hand gripped your hip, grinning smugly as he looked at the dumbed out drooling look on your face from only taking less than half of his length, Esutass cocking his head as he stared down at you in a lustful daze. " You're not going dumb from only taking a few inches of me are ya, sweetheart?" Eustass muttered before wiping his mouth of drool and shoving all into you at once, making you yelp in the best way possible before moaning as your eyes roll back. Eustass mumbled about how short you were to himself before beginning his fast quick pace, pounding over and over into you as he threw his head back, smug grin on his face all the while he groans. " Yeah yeah...love you..love you the way you are.."

[marsvlog]

best obey me duo‼️‼️

based on one of my favorite moments in og. i though satan and asmo were twins when i first played bc these 2 were attached to the hip in the first season and i love their relationship sm😭

also someone teach me how to make comics wth

[ellies1luvr]

dealer!ellie x reader

(head cannons)

based on the song daddy issues by the neighborhood

A/n: Im writing this on my notes app, have never written before but i fear if i don’t write this it will never be written😅 currently going though a situation ship and im very touched starved so that is wear this is coming from‼️

Idc if minors read

please give me feedback even if its not the nicest it is really appreciated!!

TW: erm lesbians, reader having daddy issues, casual by chappell roan mentioned, crying, panic attacks, anxiety, reader sits on ellies lap, weed, lmk if i missed anything!! no use of y/n‼️

Dealer Ellie who met you at a party having panic attack

Dealer Ellie who brought you back to a random couch at the frat party and gave you free weed to calm you down while having a meaningful conversations

Dealer ellie who drove you home and got your phone number

Now anytime you have a panic attack or anything close to one, you call ellie and she comes over with free weed/ holds your hand and comforts you the whole time

“hey pretty girl” “there you go pretty”

when you smoke to much shes there to ground you

“its okay baby i got you, your safe with me”

Soon after you both catch feelings, not telling each other because you don’t want to ruin whats going on.

You call ellie one afternoon asking if she can come over, shes really busy but you dont need to know that and comes over.

you both end up confessing your feelings and make out on the couch, soon you both fall asleep in each others arms

by the end of that night you and ellie are bound by the hip (i think thats how the saying goes?? idk) ellie always with you in someway or some form.

Ellie soon finds out about your attachment issues and fear shes gonna leave you in some way, (hints daddy issues😅) but that fear is soon subsided by ellie and her always with and doting on you

at the beginning of you and ellies relationship, you tried not to get too comfortable but as soon as you do, you are clinging to ellie all the time.

(deals, in classes, restaurants, idk but always touching ellie and ellie always with or touching you in some way)

Getting with ellie didnt stop all your panic attacks or anxiety, when bad panic attacks would happen you would sit on ellies lap with a tv show playing in the background, ellie lighting a blunt, lightly placing it between your lips watching you inhale and exhale

Dealer ellie making that collage dealer bank, would take you shopping all the time.

no matter what your style, hyperfem, on the masculine side, or neither she would spoil the hell out of you.

You and ellie dont have sex untill about a month into the relationship, deciding to take it slow

You and ellie rarely ever got in fights, (you being sensitive also hints daddy issues😅) would cry when ellie raised her voice at you, not trying to be manipulative in the way that anytime you two get in disagreements you cry, but when she would yell, yes.

“ellie that girl was flirting with you i saw it”

“babe no she wasnt”

“ellie please just stop dealing to her”

“babe its my fucking job to deal what do you expect for a dealer in a collage campus not to get hit on?!”

when she heard sniffles her heart immediately dropped realizing that she yelled.

safe to say that girl never got another ounce of weed from ellie again.

i feel like all of ellies past relationships were just “casual” but with you it was very different!

Red wine supernova by chappell roan is definitely her favorite song on rise and fall of a midwest princess (but she relates to casual 😅 the most)

The first time she took you to meet joel you cried bc your dad cut you off once he found out you were gay , and especially not a dad like joel

one time when you amd ellie once woke up early enough to make breakfast before classes, you started a playlist on you phone

Naked in manhattan by chappell roan started playing, you started dancing and ellie soon followed hugging you from behind kissing your neck

Suggestive

at party’s when ellies dealing, you would always be perched on her lap, facing ellie, counting her freckles

Ellie being ellie is horny when shes high, you being you are emotional when high but that doesnt stop yall from having heated moments when both of yall are high.

i feel like ellie would have Lunch by billie eilish playing when shes high and that always leads to a long (fun) night

thanks for reading dykes‼️

[palajae]

episode three. | park sunghoon

PAIRING ▸ host!sunghoon x reader

GENRE ▸ ouran high school host club!au, high school! au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WC ▸ 3.1k

SUMMARY ▸ host park sunghoon: the strong and silent type. with his cold, tsundere personality and killer good looks, it’s hard not to fall for sunghoon. his connection to sunoo is of utmost importance; however, you could be the one to change that. (but be warned, he’s a man of few words.)

AKA episode three of the kiss, kiss, fall in love! series

AN/NOTES ▸ social awkwardness, not proofread

sorry okay it’s been a fat minute since i posted but FINALLY JAE has gotten the next part out ‼️ i really channeled the engene in me for this one lmao.

EPISODE THREE. Beware the Ice Prince!

seriously, you only started attending the en-host club because your friends did and you really had nothing else to do.   

you had heard several of the boys in your grade were in the infamous club, but besides that, you had no interest in “club” affairs. 

natty and lily wouldn’t stop talking about how “chivalry wasn’t dead” and how “god had favorites.” you figured by going, you could kill some time and meet some new people.

mainly due to the fact that you were attached to the hip to your… well, sketchbook. what better to utilize the people around you for your passion? 

and the most pretty ones were—obviously—found at the en-host club! 

by going there, you could observe and hopefully see some good art. 

while your friends had their favorite designated hosts and activities, your first entrance to the club involved a lot of awkward silence and muttering. 

“you mean, you don’t want to hang out with any of us?” sunoo—you think—frowns. 

you shake your head, stammering. “n-no! i just, prefer to be alone. i can just-like-sit in the corner or something.”

he brightens up and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“i see. you just like the company?” 

you nod and the host smiles again. “that’s fine. you don’t have to be entertained by one of us. you’re welcome as much as you like! you could even sit by sunghoon!”

your eyebrows furrow as you follow sunoo’s line of sight to-

oh dear. 

probably the finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

a true work of art. 

your heart pounds uncomfortably in your chest as you glance back at sunoo.

“he doesn’t like to talk much either, so i think you two will get along well!” 

you look uncertainly at the controlled chaos happening all around the room, before back at sunoo. 

he nods encouragingly at you. “don’t worry. even though sunghoon looks like it, he doesn’t bite. in fact, it’s probably the opposite.”

holding your breath, you clutch your sketchbook tighter in your hands before approaching the table sunghoon was quietly sitting at. 

he didn’t even do anything, yet you felt so intimidated. 

wow, it was really stifling to be in his presence. awkwardly, you take a seat. and although he doesn’t move, you feel his eyes land on you. 

biting your lip, you hesitantly wave. 

that was it. no words exchanged. 

after a while, you finally began to relax. still, neither of you said anything. you even felt alright enough to open your sketchbook. 

your eyes would travel across the room, although they always landed on the same person. the one sitting in front of you, silently sipping his tea.

so you sketched. and you enjoyed it. so much to the point you returned the day after, and the day after. 

eventually, the hosts came to know you as a regular. they knew your exact order and your routine. the same every time you came—even without your friends. 

they understood that you simply appreciated sitting and observing. with all the things going on at the club, you enjoyed staying off to the side the most. 

like sunghoon. 

after the first day, you couldn’t work up the courage to approach and sit next to him when he wasn’t with sunoo hosting. 

that was fine. you had eyes. you could sketch him as long as you could see him. pages, filled with a variety of sketches, began to fill up your notebook. 

and most of them were of sunghoon. 

who were you kidding—all of them were of him. every outfit in every season, every expression of his (and he rarely showed emotion). you basically memorized sunghoon’s face. 

and in your time observing at the en-host club, you realized you had only heard him speak a total of six phrases: welcome, goodbye, yes, no, and thank you. 

he more than piqued your interest, but you were far too shy and unmotivated to do something about it. 

checking the clock, you sigh wistfully while putting your sketchbook back into your bag. as always, this was your time to leave. occasionally, one of the hosts would notice you leaving and wave goodbye. 

this time, you’re almost to the door when a tall figure suddenly appears in your line of vision. 

you falter, swallowing abruptly when you realize it’s sunghoon. he looks dashing in his pink hoodie and light jeans—someone mentioned the boys had a boyfriend concept today.  

you stare up at him curiously until he steps closer to you. your mouth dries up at the close proximity. you feel like you can hear your blood rushing in your ears. 

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, as per usual. instead, he walks over and holds open the door for you. 

for a second, you don’t move. and then it hits you. 

what the what the what the, he opened the door for you! 

you quickly squeak out a thank you before practically dashing out of the club room. you’re not sure if you heard or imagined the soft “get home safe,” coming from his voice. 

was he watching you? is that how he knew to open the door? why did he go all the way to help you? did he know what time you usually left? 

you fall onto your bed with a sigh. you were overthinking, and you were delusional. just a little bit. 

perhaps, you would work up the courage to talk to him next time.

you swear you’re not that delusional. most of the time it was you who was staring at sunghoon, sneaking glances at him when he wasn’t looking. whenever he was busy hosting. honestly, your best works were of his stunning side profile. 

but something feels different from that day forward. 

like…like sunghoon was the one staring at you. at first, you were sure you felt eyes on you. 

you would glance up from your sketchbook with a frown, glancing around the room. it was at that moment you would catch sunghoon turning away from you. 

but in what world would he be looking at you? 

he didn’t say a single word. 

it happened so often to the point where you would actually meet his eyes before looking away. you always broke eye contact first. 

this back-and-forth occurred four times before you decided to do something. yes, you counted. 

you decided to remind yourself that you only live once, and you took the chance. you finally stopped being a coward and sat next to sunghoon, one lovely afternoon. 

he seems almost shocked when you approach him, like your very first day at the host club. 

once again, no words were spoken. you simply smiled before taking the seat. unlike the other girls who usually fawned and squealed over him, all you did was sit and enjoy his company. honestly, he was so familiar to you at this point, you actually felt comfortable.   

and when you thought he wasn’t looking, you liked to sneak peeks at him as well. he was even more breathtaking up close. 

that became your daily routine whenever sunghoon was free. although it was absurd, you once thought that maybe he looked forward to sitting and watching with you. 

“what’s up with you and sunghoon?”

“h-huh?”

natty leans over from her desk to shoot you a look. “i mean, what are you two doing in the corner all day?”

you look down at your desk bashfully, “it’s not all day…i just enjoy his company.” 

lily laughs, “sure. i bet you have a lot fun staring at him.” 

you feel your face get hot as natty elbows her. “i think the two of you are cute. even if you have nothing to say to each other.” 

“yeah, i don’t know how you managed to get so close to him. sunghoon is pretty detached from the other girls. he’s just there half the time with sunoo.”

your heart quickens. was that true? 

lily sighs, almost face planting into the table. “what up with all the boys recently? heeseung has been so obsessed with that one student who i don’t even know the name of since they’re so busy studying all the time. and then the top two people of our class are constantly preoccupied with each other. at this rate, i’m gonna move to jake…”

you nodded in contemplation. she was right, you’ve seen heeseung following around your classmate like a baby duck following their mom. even weirder, the two smartest people in your grade started to sit together at the club. 

you were there for it all. 

“sim jaeyun? um, I’m not sure about him. he and riki have a lot of crazy fan girls,” natty wrinkles her nose. “hey, i did hear there was a new host! his name is jung…jung-something.”

“jungwon,” you finish for her. she nods, “i think he’s pretty handsome.”

“not as much as sunghoon though,” you unconsciously mutter. 

sunghoon can easily remember the first day you walked in, eyes wide like you were a kid on their first day of school. the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly. you looked like a baby kitten. 

he catches himself, focusing back on sipping tea while sunoo devoured his sweet treats. 

“do you want a bite, hoon?”

he shakes his head amusedly at sunoo’s bright expression. 

“you should stop eating so many sweets. you already had two slices of cake today.” 

while sunoo pouts and gets up to put his plate away, sunghoon refocuses his attention on you. he didn’t mean to—his gaze was just drawn to your presence. 

he watches wordlessly as sunoo approaches you. you looked so intimidated, sunghoon already felt bad and he didn’t know the reason. 

he catches himself again, internally chiding his own behavior. get a grip, you’re a host. 

suddenly, you’re approaching him. you look like a kitten again in front of him, just like when you first walked in. his whole body tenses. 

sunghoon waits, yet you don’t say anything. only a simple wave and that’s enough to light a fire in his heart. 

he’s surprised to see you sit down and pull out a sketchbook. he observes as you flip through the pages, trying to sneak a peek. but then he realizes he’s being kinda, really creepy. 

so sunghoon purposely turns away to focus. look anywhere but at the person sitting across from you, he repeats to himself over and over. 

after that day, he noticed you didn’t sit next to him. for quite a while. 

so, he chose to watch you. he watched you walk in every afternoon with a hesitant smile. he watched as you took the same seat near the window and pulled out your scuffed up notebook to draw. 

he watched how your lips pursed when you weren’t happy with a sketch, or how you would stop to think while looking around you. 

sunghoon liked the way your eyes lit up when you turned to a blank, fresh page. and when you would smile and greet the other hosts, gratefully accepting a cup of tea. even the look of concern you had on your face as you watched jake and riki do something stupidly dangerous again. 

the thing he liked the most, however, was when he felt your eyes on him when you thought he wasn’t looking. 

sunghoon’s not sure why, but he likes it. after all, he couldn’t say anything. he did the same thing to you. 

he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

that’s why, when you sit across from him one day with that stunning smile of yours, his breath hitched. 

sunghoon… wanted to say something. he tried, really tried, but no words would come out. he couldn’t think of anything to say. 

apparently, that was fine with you. you relaxed in the silence, so he did too. 

it’s not like he meant to, but he snuck a glance. he was so curious as to what you had been working on in that sketchbook of yours. he knew it had to be your prized possession, the way you carried it around everywhere. 

sunghoon certainly wasn’t expecting to see his own face, beautifully drawn. it was him from a few weeks ago, last week, and yesterday. he remembers the detective concept and outfits they adorned. 

you… you sketched it all. all this time, you sketched him? 

he’s truly speechless, and everyone knew it was hard to make the stoic sunghoon react. 

“…are you friends with y/n?” he randomly asks one day after the club had closed for the day, completely out of the blue. 

sunoo tilts his head, “we’ve talked. why?” 

heeseung pops by, “did i hear hoon’s got a crush? who could have warmed the cold tsundere sunghoon’s heart?”

although he wants to roll his eyes, he simply looks away. 

“y/n?” riki calls from where he’s playing catch with jake, “the one who doesn’t say anything and draws all day?”

“they could if they wanted to,” sunghoon remarks quietly. riki shrugs. 

sunoo watches sunghoon with an inquisitive expression. 

he’s never seen his friend act like that with the other guests before… 

“it’s his birthday soon?” the words spill out of your mouth without even realizing it. you stopped, overhearing some girls sitting near you. 

they eye you, and it registers in your head that they know you’re the one whom sunghoon often sits next to. you seem oh so close to him, and yet you don’t know his birthday? you feel embarrassed, making your way to your normal seat.

“hoon? yeah, his birthday is in three days,” sunoo nods. “why? are you planning something?” 

you’re quick to shake your head, flustered. “nono, i was simply curious… thanks for letting me know.” 

alright. you officially have three days to find sunghoon a gift. 

it’s only then it hits you. you know close to nothing about sunghoon. other than the fact that he was a host, you barely knew his likes or dislikes. heck, you barely even spoke to him. 

you’re doomed. all the other guests were probably going to get him extravagant gifts that were exactly to his liking. 

you? you scrambled to find something that would come in three days. and you weren’t even sure if he would like it. at the least, he could regift it to someone else if he really hated it. 

you clutch the small gift bag nervously behind you as you enter the host club. 

usually, decorations would be set up for the members’ birthdays. however, sunghoon never wanted a big celebration so they would get him a simple birthday cake every year. at least, that’s what sunoo told you. 

sunghoon wanted his birthday day to feel like any other ordinary day. you hoped you could stay true to that. 

or…not.

the sight of said host rejecting someone’s gift to him is the first thing that greets you. your smile immediately falters. 

he didn’t like gifts? your heart begins to race. crap, crap. what were you going to do? you couldn’t hide the gift—someone would find it. it was obviously who it was for, with the big fat words happy birthday printed all over the bag. plus your names written on it, addressed to sunghoon. 

your eyes follow him to his usual seat, only for your heart to drop. 

sunghoon looks around expectantly. almost like, he was… looking for someone (you). he does. almost immediately. 

if you move, he’ll see the bag behind you. heart racing, you decide to charge ahead and approach him. you couldn’t face a rejection of the gift you spent hours trying to find, but you also didn’t want to leave him hanging. 

you walk over nervously, doing your absolute best to hide the bag and appear unaffected. maybe he wouldn’t notice, right?

wrong. sunghoon was probably the most observant person on the earth. his eyes immediately fall to your suspicious hands.

it was over. his eyes flick back up to you with a questioning look in them. 

you close your eyes briefly, internally falling to your knees. well, there was nothing else to do. 

you nervously thrust out the bag towards him, hiding your face as you softly say,

“happy birthday, sunghoon.” 

you hold your breath and wait embarrassingly for the painful rejection. 

spoiler: it never comes. 

“thank you.” 

hearing his voice causes shivers to run down your spine. your eyes fly open. did he just…accept your gift? and more importantly, he spoke to you?!

he takes the bag and puts it aside on the table. 

“are you not going to open it?” 

he looks at your expectant expression before beginning to unwrap the gift. 

“i thought maybe we could share,” you mumble. 

sunghoon carefully opens the intricate wrapping to unveil the gift you ultimately decided on: a smooth, leather sketchbook with pencils. 

“now we’re matching,” you whisper before pulling out your own. 

“i… don’t know what to do with it.”

hearing his voice again still makes goosebumps appear on your arm. you stifle a laugh as you reach over to demonstrate. 

the real sunghoon watches in awe as you begin roughly drawing something in his new sketchbook. when you retract your arm, he’s finally able to see what you did. it’s a beautiful drawing of a cake and the words, happy sunghoon day! 

he glances up at you with wide eyes. you shrug and only look away. to your surprise, sunghoon determinedly picks up a pen and begins doodling as well. 

soon enough, the first page is filled with random drawings, doodles, and most importantly, meaningful connections. 

you both smile and silently laugh at each other’s drawings. sunghoon’s favorite is your drawing of a baby sunoo and his cake while your favorite is of sunghoon’s (rather awful, yet still recognizable) drawing of the seven hosts. 

this is the first time you’ve felt like you truly communicated with sunghoon, even if it was through a paper and pen instead of words. 

when the page is filled completely, you admire your collaboration work proudly. 

“thank you, y/n.”

your heart warms. “o-of course,” you stammer. maybe you were slightly very internally freaking out that he addressed you by your name. 

sunghoon must’ve seen your bashful expression because he reaches over to pat your head. nothing else had to be said, because in that moment, you felt all your feelings were conveyed. 

park sunghoon was supposed to be the cold and tsundere type of host. yet around you, he felt vulnerable, like you brought out a different side of him. 

as you sit across from him, sharing smiles, you wish this moment could last forever. 

all you can think is that sunghoon’s soul is so pure and needs to be preserved, protected. you really hope you can be the one to forever do that. 

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[archivedzeke]

bro , do y’all see how miguel walks with his hands on that unbelievably small waist of his?? he knows how much that turns you on. every second of the day , you never go without touching his waist.

if you need to get pass , you’re using his slim waist and pressing your groin against his. you’re not slick , miguel knows exactly what you’re doing. you’re like a touch starved maniac.

you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter the circumstances. miguel is yelling at a fifteen year old about being an anomaly? you’re behind him with a hand placed loosely on his hip.

miguel is going and back and forth with peter about what to do with miles? you’re attached to his back side — hand touching his torso carelessly.

jessica and gwen can only laugh because you cause miguel stress when he’s already pissed.

sometimes he has to fight to keep you off him but you can’t resist. no when his suit is hugging him so perfectly and accentuating his body perfectly.

“ay dios mio! keep your hands to yourself!” , he’ll shout at you — eyebrows furrowed and his lip pulled back into a snarl. you only grin. “how can i? when you’re looking so damn good mi vida?”

fuck lets just appreciate how baby girl he looks‼️

[hunterwritings]

could you pretty please do one ab miguel with the reader being like the complete polar opposite of him?? i'm practically frothing at the mouth for this 🙏🏻🙏🏻‼️‼️

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW MY OC ACTS AHHH i love this concept // sorry i kinda made it more of headcanons than an actual fic, i hope that's okay!

miguel with a sunshine s/o

summary: miguel with the someone the polar opposite of him warnings: none

you were practically everything that Miguel wasn't in terms of personality

you were bubbly and happy all the time, while he was dark and mysterious. It was almost like a perfect balance between the two of you

when you first met, Miguel knew that you'd be a pain in the ass to him. Someone who was trying to be optimistic and look at the brighter side of everything? He could never deal with it.

You'd bring him food & coffee everyday, to which he'd complain about but then get upset when you'd jokingly take it away

"I brought you coffee and a pastry treat!" You happily walked over to him with a cup and bag in your hands.

"Don't you know how bad that food is for you?" He asks, not moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Fine then, I'll go give it to someone else." You say as you begin to turn around but see a glowing, red web attach to your side and pull you around in a circle back to Miguel.

"No, these are mine." He says, grabbing the coffee and bag, his expression not changing in the slightest.

"I knew you liked them!" You laugh in victory.

You always try and get Miguel to take care of himself; you see how hard he overworks himself (you honestly believe he does it on purpose) and you try to get him to take breaks every now and then and keep reminding him to eat and drink water.

He acts like he's annoyed, but in reality, he's probably gotten so much better with you around.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't wait for you to walk into his space every morning and greet him with a large smile across your face.

Miguel realized how he felt about you when you didn't show up to greet him one morning. You were 10 minutes late to seeing him and he started tapping his toes in eagerness.

"Lyla, have you tracked the location on (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, holding his hands on his hips.

"Y'know, I get the whole idea of knowing where everyone is at all times is pleasing to you, but even I think it's a bit weird to be spying on people like that." Lyla joked as she stared at her nails.

"It's not spying; (Y/N) is late." Miguel says.

"Oh! (Y/N)? As in, the (Y/N) that you seem to find 'unbearable' and 'hard to work with'? You worried about them?" She laughs as she glitches closer to his shoulder.

"They aren't usually late." He tries to justify himself but Lyla won't give up.

"Oh yeah sure, I'm sure you think about that to everyone else who's late to your nonexistent meeting." She smirks as Miguel scowls at her.

Then, you swing your way into the room, causing both Miguel and Lyla to turn their heads towards you.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it, Have fun living in denial, buddy!" Lyla says before saluting him and disappearing.

Miguel let that memory sit in his thoughts for a while. Was he really that worried over 10 minutes? Realization finally hit him and it crushed him. He tried his best to avoid you, in hopes that he would never hurt you or snap at you for any reason and didn't want to ruin anything like he did before.

Over time, he couldn't resist your bubbly charm and fell harder for you. He shifted his feelings and showed a softer side of himself to you, one that accepts all of your sunshine and happiness and cherishes it more than anything. This side of him is for your eyes only, no one else gets to see that softer side of Miguel O'Hara.

[cobiehaven]

Perfect Night

SYNOPSIS; juyeon wants to give you an anniversary date that you will remember, not anything like his usual candle-lit dinner plans.

PAIRING; bold!juyeon x fem!reader

GENRE; smut, fluff

WORD COUNT; 1.7k

TAGS/WARNINGS; minors dni ‼️, car sex, anniversary sex, ongoing long-term relationship, lots of praising! romantic sex to rough sex (but isn’t continued after the first orgasm), protected sex (as it should be), slight dirty talk, he calls you baby and good girl.

AUTHORS NOTE; this is my first smut so please don’t hate on me too much 😭❗️

you always knew juyeon to be a quiet and sweet boyfriend, so it was expected that you would see the same kind of persona when you both got to know each other better.

and by ‘better’ you mean better.

tonight wasn’t just an ordinary date between you both. he often took you out to dinner and/or went to go see a movie with you—he was a bit old school when it came to choosing date spots—although tonight wasn’t just special because of where he took you this time, that was for sure.

“i never thought the stars would be so bright tonight,” you mumbled behind your palm, as you had your elbow rested on the car door.

“mhm,” you heard juyeon hum from the other side. “the shine makes you look even more pretty.”

you blushed lightly, glancing down at the sparkles on your dress, remembering back on the evening you spend with him.

today was your one year anniversary.

he took you out to celebrate the day but as night fell, you both found yourselves secluded away from other buildings in juyeon’s car, staring at the stars out the open windows. the low music, bright moonlight, and piney smell was enough to set the mood since the moment he pulled over.

he looked over at you, your eyes still focused out your window. he didn’t need to look at your face to tell that you were flustered.

the way you fiddled your thumbs together and shifted your legs in the seat explained how you were feeling within a heartbeat.

you didn’t say anything and neither did he, causing you to glance over in his direction.

his tie was loose and his hair ruffed up in the best way possible, you could see the sparkles of your dress reflecting in his eyes and the way the moonlight shined in though his window, onto his fair skin.

he’s perfect.

suddenly, you felt a hand reach out for your knee, rubbing his thumb on your lower thigh. another spring of heat flushing over you but this time to places other than your cheeks.

“y/n,” he calls your name, you’re barely listening. “hm?” you hum in small desperation. “can i…” he trailed off as he slowly leans closer to you. he didn’t finish his sentence, but agreed regardless how far tonight went.

you were okay with it all, on such a perfect night.

he closed the gap between your lips, letting you melt into the kiss with passionate time as his thumb inches up further and into small circles.

his tongue was hot against yours, the both of you pulling away every few seconds to catch you breath.

you didn’t look up from his lips until you heard him chuckle lightly, spiking your curiosity.

“you already look so fucked out,” he smiled though his heat-pouring words. his free hand, that was caressing the back of your neck, moved his thumb over your bottom lip and onto the flat of your tongue. you looked up into his eyes, closing your mouth on his finger. “so pretty,” he tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth, you could tell he was having a hard time holding himself back.

you couldn’t blame him.

“let’s move this to the back, hm?”

you nodded.

after the both of you settled into the backseat, he ordered you to get into his lap, guiding your legs over his hips. “good girl,” you could feel his fingers crawling up your thigh again as the other placed itself largely on your waist. you gripped his shoulders, fighting a peep out until his tongue swiped across your nape. you squirmed, “that tickles!” you whined with a smile, he only giggled. “whoops,” he murmured before attaching his tongue to your neck again, only this time, sucking and licking the sensitive skin.

you failed to keep a noise out of you, your fingers gripping onto the black fabric of his thin t-shirt.

you could feel every inch of his slender body through the shirt as if it wasn’t there, but you knew it was, and that bothered you.

you tugged at the buttons on his shirt, throwing the piece somewhere in the car before your fingers trailed all the way down his chest, prompting his own to scurry up the waist of your dress and over your head. his eyes scanned over your half naked body as if it was the first time he had seen it ever before.

“what is it?” you asked softly, the tips of your fingers brushing the hairs on the back of his neck. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbled.

he was very heavy on the praising, tonight.

“so perfect,” his hands traced over your sides, feeling the curve in his palms shape perfectly. “every inch of you,” you arched your back instinctively causing your hips to roll back onto his.

a groan filled the car from the both of you.

“y/n,” he sighed out as you tried to roll your hips again, his arms wrapping around your waist for steadiness. “i can feel how wet you are,” you moaned.

his voice was low and his hands felt big on your body, making you feel small against him.

it was great.

“y/n, i can’t wait any longer,” he whined. “can i fuck you here, pretty baby?” he rubbed his thumb over the wetness gathering through your panties. you couldn’t help but moan back. “please do,” you helped him out of his black slacks and his underwear, starting on yours next.

pecking at your lips as he unclipped your bra, letting it fall somewhere onto the car floor, his big hands back to caressing your soft skin. he purposely teased your panties off, hooking his fingers around the sides but not pulling them off as quick as you wanted him to. but you didn’t complain, as you were too focused on his tongue rolling around your nubs and trying to rip open the condom packet he handed you moments before.

he let out a small sigh as you rolled the small rubber onto him, rubbing more circles onto your waist as if to contain himself from losing control.

you could tell how much he wanted this part of the night to come sooner.

although you had done it with juyeon a good handful of times now, it was still surprising to you how different this side of him was. especially this night, you weren’t used to him being this… expressive.

you liked it.

you liked it when he praised you for doing nothing but looking pretty, you liked it when he kissed your neck while he prepared you with his long slender fingers, and you most definitely liked it when he sank you down onto him, feeling the slightest burn in the stretch but not enough to pull away from him.

the both of you moaned into each others bodies.

“i’ve waited for this for so long,” he whispered into your neck, his hot breath tickling you. “juyo… we did it last week,” you reminded him, your fingers back to work on his black strands. “this isn’t the same,” he replied back, your breath was caught short when he suddenly started moving. although, at a much slower pace than he usually started with.

“i’m not just fucking you, y/n,” he leaned his head back a bit, your hands cupping the back of his neck.

“i want to make love to you.”

as corny as his words sounded, you could feel the heat rushing from your cheeks to your core, he sighed at the sudden tightness.

that was one way to let him know that you loved him.

“quit teasing me,” you softly spoke before closing the gap between your lips, his hands guiding your hips at a steady pace. “i do it because i know you like it,” he murmured into your lips, a soft moan escaping you in response.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were easy to read but juyeon had always been good at finding out your weakness.

it was a blessing and a curse—but more of a blessing.

before you knew it, juyeon had you turned on your hands and knees, your palms sweaty against the car door creating steamy hand prints against the cold windows. hopefully that won’t leave handprints tomorrow. “holy shit, you’re perfect for me,” he bit his lip as his hands rested on your ass, the sight of you bent over for him while in the back of his car being more erotic than he had imagined. “fuck…” he groaned out as he entered you from behind, pushing through your hot and soft walls.

the feeling, along with the image of you, it was too much.

he swore he wouldn’t bust this fast but you were making it more and more difficult for him as the night went on.

you gripped onto the door, unable to hold back your moans as he thrusted sloppily into you. at this point, the low music was heavily overpowered by both of your voices and wet skin-to-skin slapping. his fingers digged into your hips so hard that you would be surprised if they didn’t leave marks by the end of the night, his breath was hot against your back, planting wet kisses down your spine until he couldn’t anymore.

“juyeon…” you breathlessly called to him, propping yourself up more to get a good look at him behind you. “i know, me too,” he sighed, his lips crashing onto yours, one hand cupping your cheek as the two of you chased your high.

you were the first to go, a long moan escaping past your lips and onto your boyfriends tongue, following a low groan afterwards from him. he kept thrusting into you as he rode out his orgasm, you squirmed in sensitivity.

waiting a moment to catch your breath, he slowly pulled himself out of you, a small whine coming from you at the loss of his warmth.

despite just cumming, you ached to be filled up again.

“what?” he noticed your longing stare. “you want to go again?” he chuckled, pulling the condom off of his still aching cock.

once was never enough for him.

“you know me so well,” you hummed seductively, leaning in for a peck on his lips.

“this is our anniversary, after all,” he smirked into your lips before pulling away with a lustful look.

“grab another condom.”

the sweet part of the night was over, now it was time for the real fun.

© cobiehaven 2024

[xo-cod]

favorite positions/foreplay/aftercare/safe words for simon pls🫠💖 u dont have to do all of them tho ( or any of them:) )… hope ure doin better love♥️😘

going thru all my requests and :")) i hope you like this babe <33 this is rlly rushed but i loved it sm, if you want a more in depth version lmk 🫂

this is for soft simon 🩷 (might be ooc ‼️)

favourite positions: i'd like to think he would indulge in mating press, missionary, g whiz, reverse scoop. these are the ones where you're focused on him, he needs to see your face that you're enjoying it as much as he is. it's also such a huge turn on when he can see and hear your pretty sounds falling from your lips everytime he thrusts into you. especially when he's back from deployment, he doesn't have the energy or time to be all in those intricate positions. he just wants you as close as possible and touching you as much as he can. caging you between his wonderfully built arms, his hips slowly thrusting in you with his lips attached to your neck, "feel you squeezin me so tight baby, feels so fuckin good"

foreplay: very very big on foreplay. if you're not feeling anything, immediately stops with no questions. caressing your skin, massaging your body, his deep rich voice whispering all the dirty things he'd do to you. he loves how your skin feels underneath his hands and will spend a lot of time just simply stroking you when he can, "c'mere beautiful, let me touch you"

aftercare: literally holds you as though you'll break, small kisses peppering your face while he helps clean you up. sometimes he'll hold you in his arms and take you in the bathroom for a warm bath where you both can clean up properly. he's very touchy with you, handling you as though you'll shatter beneath his calloused hands. will cuddle you close, his lips pressing tender kisses to your temples while he strokes your back gently, "y'did so good f'me, sweetheart. so so good"

safe words: this one is either a special word you've both agreed on before if it's more intense or the whole colour thing. he'll ask you periodically throughout, just in case you're not so overwhelmed. he takes your safe words very seriously so even when you playfully say no, he'll take that as a stern no and stops immediately. "how y'feeling f'me, lovie? still green, yeah?"

[konigsblog]

I was thinking of something from Virgen!König?? I just can't get it out of my head trying not to cum the moment he's inside us

tw/cw: non-con (pressure, authority), authority kink.

virgin!könig is an incel pretty much. (?) rude!könig too :3 💦🎀‼️

disgusting in the way that he hates women for making him wait so long — despite how standoffish, selfish and rude he can be. he bumps into people purposely to curse them out when he's had a bad day and needs a punching bag. he yells at rookies for innocent mistakes even the colonel could've made, telling them to quit this line of work and 'fuck off'.

of course, you didn't like him. especially with what you'd saw and heard, that's how much people displeased being in his presence.

sometimes he didn't shut up, he didn't take a hint. after particularly finding an interest amd fascination in you, a private, he'd talk your ear off — nonstop talking until you had to ask him to he quiet. he — thinking and assuming he was superior to everybody — took offense. but, he couldn't find it in himself to yell and berate you, instead rolling his eyes through frustration and sulking in an attempt to guilt trip you.

sharing a barracks with virgin!könig wasn't fun either. with the way he'd leave around his worn boxers, musky with cum stains all over them. you could only tell him to clean up, before he retorted, that he was your superior — he could do whatever he wished to do.

and when your panties began going missing, instead stuffed into his bag with suspicious white marks all over them, you couldn't contain your anger and desperation. you lashed out; yelling at him for being disgusting piece of shit—that you were tired of his gross, perverse behaviour. unexpectedly, you saw könig grinning from ear to ear with a bulge forming in his boxers, a hard boner when you yelled at him.

sick freak.

cornering you in until you were on your bed and könig was spreading your legs whilst breathing heavily. he sloppy attached his lips onto yours, making out you messily while humping your barely clothed cunt! only a pair of worn panties from the night before were on your figure, and a warm, snug jumper fitting your frame. he pumped and grinded against you, biting your neck whilst fiddling with his throbbing, stiff dick.

taking his lengthy, hard cock out, he stuffed it into your wet panties, sliding into your desired hole. you pulsed and squeezed around his big size, crying out while he began rutting into you without preparation, just hard thrusts as he began gradually losing his mind at the texture of your gummy walls wrapped around his wet and veiny shaft!! :(

a broken sob left your throat at the pain, hidden by könig's demanding tone and the impact of his tip smacking against your cervix!!!

“keep quiet, hase. i'm your superior...” he hushed, smirking cockily at the power and authority he had over this pretty, dumb private while pumping and rocking his hips into you.

unable to help himself, he rammed and thrusted into your tightening, clenching cunny while you arched your back and sniffled softly, ignoring the tears that rolled down your raw cheek. you'd occasionally moan out his name, before clasping your hand over your mouth out of shame and humiliation.

god, könig's scent was so pungent, BO and sweat from sleeping filling your nostrils... you whimpered at the force and impact of his broad hips against your ass, squirming when he drove his hips into you on repeat, unable to hold back when his aching cock throbbed and twitched before spurting a hot, thick load inside your drooling pussy!

glistening folds and a sensitive clit, he couldn't get enough of that facial expression when you squirted all against his muscular, meaty abdomen.

[tamryisk]

BroZone + Poppy & Viva headcanons!

I feel like infodumping about my headcanons for the crew so here they are!!!

Poppy:

Age: 23

Pronouns: she/her

Pansexual

Has ADHD (mainly attention deficit and hyperactivity)

She's Latina (Salvadorian, Mexican and Black)

More of a King Peppy hc but he's Salvadorian and Mexican, their mom is probably black and Mexican

Has Synesthesia (mainly being seeing color when others speak or when she hears noises)

Was a premature baby

Branch

Age: 25

Pronouns: He/him

Bisexual

Has autism

He's Black and Filipino

His common stims are flapping his hands and biting his lip

Has BPD (borderline personality disorder) due to his trauma from a young age

Had extensive singing training as a kiddo

Was nicknamed Twig cuz he was small as a baby

Quite fond of kids and finds them cute

Viva

Age: 28

Pronouns: She/they

Pansexual

Autistic and ADHD

She loves playing with people's hair, mainly Clay's

Calls Clay "Clayton" to mess with him/piss him off

Has a form of adjustment disorder and severe attachment issues (in the sense that she is constantly trying to keep those she loves in a place where she thinks is safe)

Has been singing since she could talk

Her first word was probably "music"

John Dory

Age: 45

Pronouns: He/him

Aromantic & asexual

Neurotypical

He feels forced to make sure he and his brother's are perfect just because he's the oldest

He doesn't like it when he's called bossy

Tends to speak a little too honestly (he's vv blunt)

Cares a lot for his brothers, especially Branch since he's the youngest

Not fond of kids, but loves his niece and nephews

Supports his gay brothers (Floyd and Branch) the best he can as an ace-aro (he's not interested in love but tries to for all of his brothers sake 😭 but they don't mind his disinterest)

Enjoys rap and pop music, maybe even hip-hop

Bruce

Age: 40

Pronouns: he/him

Demisexual

Neurotypical

He could rant about Brandi for ages, he loves her so much

Knows sign language because one of his kids are deaf (all the brothers know sign language mainly cuz branch was nonverbal for a while and spoke with sign)

Plays bass guitar

Clay

Age: 35

Pronouns: he/they

Asexual & demiromantic

QPP's with Viva

Doesn't understand why Floyd is emo ��

Has OCD

He LOVES *NSYNC's music and had no idea Branch was the lead singer

Loves to crochet things for Viva and now he can make things for all of his brothers

AND FINALLY MY SECOND FAVORITE BROTHER!!!!

Floyd

Age: 30

Pronouns: he/him

HE IS GAY. PERIOD. he's also demisexual!

Nearly cried when Branch came out to him, didn't stop hugging him and telling him how proud he was of his little brother

Isn't too fond that Branch had vocal training at such a young age

Autistic

He's emo, he likes emo shit and he's an emo FREAK‼️‼️‼️ (he's silly tho)

Good friends with Veneer and visits him sometimes (he's kinda scared of Velvet)

Doesn't like being stereotyped as a typical gay man

Taught Branch how to walk and speak sign language before he taught the rest of his brothers how to speak ASL (American Sign Language)

That's all I got :33 fell free to share ur headcanons in the tags if you wanna!!!!!!

[jasmineeeeeeeeesblog]

I don’t know if anybody reads these anymore 😭 but this is a Klaus imagine. I’m also on Wattpad I’ve written one shots about Jeremiah fisher and Klaus on there. My name is unknown_writ_er if you wanna check it out. I have a few stories I won’t post on here cause they’re fluff but you can check them out if you’d like. Also I’m open to request so just send me them! Also I can write fluff on here but I don’t see a lot of it.

CONTROL

‼️SMUT‼️

Summary: Klaus was busy and you were bored so you thought you’d dance with someone? A dance never hurt anyone…

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I spent the whole night sitting down at the party. The whole thing was just for him to make plans and talk to people. I haven't seen Klaus the whole night. Everyone was just dancing and having fun. Klaus invited me as his plus one. He always does that because he always needed me by his side as his last hybird. We weren't dating or anything special. He gets mad though when I talk to other people especially boys because I can get 'attached' to them and spill all his secrets but I honestly didn't care too much about this rule because I honestly liked Klaus. I seen the good out of him through all the bad but at times like this I do get bored.

Damon Salvatore. He walked up to me with his fit and tall figure, Black hair, and blue eyes staring at me. He walked up to me and asked to dance.  Dancing wouldn't hurt anybody. I wouldn't catch feelings for Damon he's an ass and he's in-love with Elena. He's probably just tryna to use me to get closer to Klaus but I didn't care I was so bored. I grab his hand and get up a slows song turns on. We dance he his hands on my waist I had my hands on his shoulders and he was smirking at me. I would be lying if I said Damon wasn't hot but I just wasn't attracted to him like that.   He kisses my hand then sends me off to go to my next dance partner is was this random guy. I've never seen before. He was just a random new guy.

Then Klaus came and compelled the dude to go away. Then started dancing with me. "Now what did I say Y/N" he says. "It was just a dance" I say rolling my eyes. He grips on my hips harshly. "You still disobeyed me." He says. "It was only once just get over yourself" I say as I walk away. He grabs my hand "go get in the car I will deal with you in a second don't disobey that order" he says sarcastically. I decide to ignore him. I go to the kitchen and get a glass of wine. I then hear Klaus say his goodbyes then leave. I knew he'd be in here in a matter of seconds as he realizes I'm not out in the car. As I expected Klaus was in there in the matter of seconds he grabbed my arm and ran back to the car he threw me in the back seat.

He closed the sliding window that connects the drivers to the passenger. He got in. "Why do you not listen to anything I say" he yells. "Because I was bored and I just wanted to dance I'm not inlove with Damon." I yell back. I've never yelled at him the shock look on his face turned to anger. He pinned me against the seat "DONT ever yell at me again Y/N and I'll make you regret it." He says. "And do exactly what I'm your last hybird you won't kill me since you can't make anymore" I say. "There's things worse than death, love" he says. "But I don't think I'd ever be capable to do those things to you" he mumbles. My hearing going in and out for his low tone. "What did you say." I said. "Nothing" he says. "You know whatever I'm walking home" I say as I get out. "Fine walk home dont be surprised if I don't let you in" he says.

It was cold but it obviously didn't matter I was a vampire. I walked home instead of using my vamp speed because I didn't wanna see Klaus and he probably didn't wanna see me now. I soon get home after 2 hours it was like 11 by time I got home. I sigh as I knock on the door. It was locked of course it was. I just yell "Fine I'll just go to the Salvatore's boarding house" I say as I start to walk away. Before I got to the stairs of the porch I heard the door open and someone grab my arm, slam the door, and pin me against it. It was Klaus with messy hair, eyes bags, his sweatpants hanging low so that can I see his v-line, and his shirt off. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him right now.

His hands were on the side of my head his body wasn't that close but his face was. I smirked. "Why don't u want me at the Salvatore house so bad" I said. "I already told you" he says. "That can't be the reason you let me in the house after you told me you wouldn't." I say. "You know I could protect myself but you just like to have control over me" I say. He Just stares at me without saying anything. I didn't think I was right so the shock on my face when he didn't disagree or deny it. " oh so that's what it is. You like how you know you could do anything to me at the snap of your finger." I say smirking. I put my hand on his torso. Tracing his abs. His face still staring straight but I could still tell by his eyes I was affecting him. I rubbed my hand further down to dick. He let out a gasp and I could see him get hard. He backed up from me and then kept walking back and forth.

"Y/N stop messing with me" he says staring at me. "Who says I messing with you" I say smirking. "You better lose that attitude you know you're defenseless against me" he says. "Yeah I think you like that. You can control everything I do. You like that I have to listen to you" I say getting closer to him and I push him on the back of the couch and climb on top of him. "I barely touched you and you got hard" I say smirking. He flips us over "you just had a whole thing how I'm in control and now you want to try and be. Not happening love" he says as he holds my wrist in one hand and tears my dress with the other one. He sits up with his legs on either side of my hips and kissy sits admiring me. My arms were still pinned. I managed to get out of it as he wasn't holding that long and I flipped us over. He was just smirking at me amused. I started leaving hickeys down his neck and torso.

(IK that vampires heal quick but just imagine hickeys stay‼️)

As I got to the waistband of his sweatpants. I pulled them down along with his boxers. His dick hit his stomach. I bring my hand to it and start stroking it. He threw his head back. I bring his tip to my mouth and start licking it. I started taking him in my mouth. I took us much as I could then stroked the rest. I kept bobbing my head and Klaus soon grabbed my hair pushing me down more and more. He then pulled me off. I could tell he was about to finish. "Y/n you drive me crazy" he says breathlessly while flipping us back over. He started kissing my neck leaving hickeys all down me. "Now I'm about to fuck you better than anybody can especially Damon." He says as he kisses down to my breasts and unclips my bra. And starts sucking on my nipple. One of his hands slide up to my neck. The other slides down to my panties and slides his hand in. I let out a gasp as he rubbed my clit.

He inserted 2 fingers in me while rubbing my clit. I was moaning. He moved his mouth to my other nipple. When he found my G-spot I screamed his name. He looked up at me and smirked. Then kept going at a fast pace there. He then stopped attacking my breast then kissed me. He took my moaning to slip his tongue in my mouth. "Klaus I'm about-" I was cut off by a moan as he went faster then I finished all over his fingers. He pulled them out then licked the juices off his fingers. He then slid my panties off. Then aligned himself against my entrance. "Is this okay" he whispered in my ear. My breath hitched feeling him so close to my core. "Yes Klaus" I said breathlessly. He slowly pushed into me.   He leaned onto my shoulder then slowly starts going in out.

"Faster" I said with a moan. He starts going faster hitting my g-spot. I was scratching his back. He started leaving hickeys on my neck. As he kept going faster he started rubbing my clit as I finished all over his dick. I was sensitive now. He kept going and my legs were shaking. I was squeezing against him he looked like he was about to come undone. He went at a faster pace and I finished for a third time all over his dick then he finished deep inside me then rode out both our highs. He planted a kiss on my forehead then he left I thought he was just gonna leave me here. Was I just a random fuck? He came back with a blanket, a tshirt, and towel. He had put some boxers on. He cleaned me up then threw the tshirt on me then threw the blanket over me then got next to me wrapped his hand around my waist and laid his head on my neck and we fell asleep.

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This is more soft version but I could make another story kinda like this and make it rougher if y’all liked.

[emstayarmy]

Behind Closed Doors

Sub!Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Hey there cuties! I’m Em and I’ll be writing some crazy shit here. Hope you guys enjoyed and lmk if y’all want something else. I’ll be sure to post a real about me page so you guys know my limitations.

Warnings are under the cut. Minors pls deny because I know y’all can be nasty sometimes. so ⚠️MINORS DNI THIS POST⚠️

Warnings‼️: Subby Jisung, Dom reader, Rough fuck, pegging, rimming, face sitting (m. receiving), loud + whiney Jisung, mommy kink, riding, Jisung wears a choker, reader calls him a dirty boy, baby girl, pup, spanking, doggy style(Jisung receiving), make out, reverse strength kink… Reader is a bit on the broad and tomboyish side….uh yeah. (ik I’m delulu fight me)

You came home rather late from the office. As soon as you got home you removed your coat and heels, before undoing your hair and plopping on the couch. You sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes. Before you could say or do anything, you feel a weight plop on your lap. Arms rest on your shoulders, making you look up and see your boyfriend, Jisung. He was smiling his usual heart lipped smile.

“Hi, mommy.” he greeted playfully.

You smiled at your dorky boyfriend. Mentally taking note of the black choker with a metal heart in front of his adam’s apple. You blushed a little at seeing him as he sit comfortable on your lap. Jisung was an interesting man— to say the least anyway. Even before you two started dating, you noticed he’d wear crop tops that accent his tiny waist, or chokers along with booty shorts that just made him all the more hot. Today was no different. Your cutie of a boyfriend was plopped on your lap, dressed in nothing execpt someboxers, an oversized sweater he definitely didn’t steal from you, and the leather choker he was sporting oh so perfectly.

“Hi, baby.” you smile back, placing your hands on his tiny waist. “Have a good day today?”

Jisung nods, “I did. The studio wasn’t too busy today.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, before placing kisses on his exposed collarbones and neck. A shiver runs down Jisug’s spine as he tilts his head back a little.

“I missed you, baby.” You say softly, placing a kiss along the column of his throat.

Jisung shifts a little on your lap. Breathing hitching as he whines softly. “A-Ah…”

You smirked against his soft skin, nipping at his heart shaped adam’s apple, making him gasp.

“Y-Y/n~” he moaned softly.

You felt the heat coil in your stomach when you look down and see a growing bulge in Jisung’s boxers.

“Hard already? I barely touched you, baby.” You tease.

Jisung whines. “I can’t help it…you’re so sexy…”

You simply couldn’t help yourself, his sweet sounds, gorgeous body, you wanted him. Jisung yelps when you stand up abruptly, arms under his legs as he immediately wraps his arms around your neck for security. He doesn’t say anything as you walk to your bedroom. Once you got there, you threw Jisung on the bed. Not with any force or malice behind it. Just a playful toss

“Y/N!” Jisung half giggled half squealed.

You quickly crawl to hover over him, attaching your lips to his in a heated kiss. Jisung moans fervently into the kiss, his hands cupping your face while his legs cage your waist. The make out sesh grew heated and before you knew it, you had Jisung stripped of his(your) sweater and his boxers. His cock pressed against his stomach, leaking a generous amount of precum for you. You growled hungrily into his lips.

“Fuck your so hot, Sungie,” you feel Jisung whine against your mouth. “Makes me wanna eat you up.”

“P-Please….Mommy…” he begged softly as you start moving your lips down his neck, marking him up.

You groaned against his skin while sucking dark hickeys on him. Jisung could only make melodies of whines and pleads as he ruts his hips against your stomach.

“Hah~ Y/n~” he whimpered when you sucked on a particular spot by his collarbone.

Your tongue reached his hips, licking and sucking on his plump skin. Jisung instictively runs his fingers through your hair.

“Mommy?” he asks in a small voice, making you look up at him.

“Yes, my love?”

Jisung’s cheeks flare a shade of pink. “Could you— maybe, eat me out? Please, mommy?” He asks in a cute manner

You smile slyly, who were you to deny your sweet sub his desires. You place a long kiss to his thigh.

“Sure thing, baby girl.” You grinned. “Anything you want~”

Jisung lets out a wanton sound when you say ‘baby girl’. He’s a sucker for nicknames like that. You flip him over so he straddles your lap, and you whisper hotly in his ear.

“How about you ride my face, pretty boy?” You kiss behind his earlobe.

Jisung could feel the goosebumps forming from his neck down after you say that. even though it isn’t the first time he’s done it, it still makes him nervous. He mumbles out little ‘okays’ and ‘oh gosh yes’ as you lay back, head resting on your pillow.

“Get up here, baby girl.” You smirk.

Jisung shimmies his body up your own. He keeps himself up, legs straining a little as he hovers over your face. You took in the sight before you. Jisung balls, full of cum, aching, thick cock hanging, begging for attention. You zeroed in on his puckered hole, clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

“D-Don’t stare…” Jisung muttered shyly.

You snap out of your horny thoughts and lick a stripe over his fluttering ring of muscle, making him gasp and arch his back. Jisung’s thighs quiver and you can tell he wants to sit, but he’s too nervous. You rub his inner thigh soothingly.

“Go ahead, good boy, sit.” Your other hand pats his butt softly.

Jisung nods hesitantly but slowly lowers himself onto your awaiting mouth. You begin lapping and sucking at his hole, lewd sounds escaping as he gasps and whines at your touch

“F-Fuck! So good! Mommy you’re so good!” he begins grinding down on your face.

You hooked your hands over Jisung’s thigshs, pressing him further down on you when you slot your tongue deep in him. Jisung mewls and begins riding your tongue, his head tilted back as he moans loudly.

“Yes!!! Yes— OH!” Jisung looks down at you, feeling your wet muscle deep in his ass. “Yes!! Mommy more, please!”

You suddenly pull him off your face, making him groan out.

“No no no no no! Mommy why!” Jisung pouts.

You shook your head playfully. “So you don’t want my cock?” You asked teasingly.

Jisung’s doe eyes widen. “NO! NO I want it!” he demands cutely.

You laughed. “Oh yeah?”

Jisung nods and lays back on the bed, spreading his legs as he spits on his fingers before stretching his hole with two of them. He whimpers slightly. You smirked once again.

“Look at you my dirty boy.” You taunt while turning away making him keen. “Behave, Jisung. Keep doing that while I prep your reward~”

You quickly got the harness and Jisung’s favorite dildo. A pink 11 inch with a thick girth. You stripped and placed the harness over your soaked underwear. You turn back and faced him. Jisung practically drools when he sees you walking back his way. You sit at the edge of the bed and pat your thigh.

“Here. Now.” You demanded in a calm tone.

Jisung was quick to oblige, rushing over with a bottle of lube as he hands it to you and straddles your sides. You squirted a good amount onto the strap on. Smothering the silicone with every drop. you then rested your weight on your hands as you leaned back and nodded towards your fake dick.

“Go ahead, baby girl.” you said. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Jisung reaches down and grabs hold of the dildo, aligning it with his hole. He lowers himself gradually onto the sex toy. Whimpering due to the delicious stretch he feels as he sinks down further. You placed your hands on his hips, guiding him. Once Jisung was comfortable, he starts bouncing. First, they’re slow and languid. Before you slowly coax his hips to work a little harder.

Soon, he’s practically impaling himself on the silicone cock. His moans and whines falling from his lips as he goes crosseyed.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, yes!!!” His pitch rises. “M-Mommy your cock is so big!! Filling me so g-good!”

You grip his hips harder. “Yeah?” You grunted as you started meeting his hips half way, making him sob in pleasure. “Is this what you wanted? For me to be so deep you can’t think straight?”

Jisung’s head collides with your shoulder as you place a hard smack to his ass, feeling his cheek sting so good. ‘AH!” He gasped. “Again! Please, mommy!”

You chuckle darkly and flip Jisung over so he lands on his stomach. You pushed back into him roughly, making Jisung’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Yes—AH!” He almost screamed. “Mommy yes, yes!!!”

After a particularly hard thrust that met his prostate head on, you pull out and put your hands on his back, pushing lightly so it archs a little more.

Jisung yelps into the mattress.

His abused ass leaks lube onto the sheets below. Face down, ass up, an utter mess. Your mess.

“M-Mommy, harder- fuck me harder,” Jisung whines, wiggling his cute bubble butt.

“You sure, pup?” You ask while readjusting the strap.

“Yes, mommy. I can take it like a good boy should.”

You licked your lips and spanked his ass once more, making Jisung almost cum. With a throbbing cunt you slammed back into Jisung’s tight hole, making him scream out. You set a rougher, more fast pace than earlier. Little ‘Uh’s’ leaving his throat before switching to loud ‘OH’s” as you hit his sweet spot over and over again. Jisung could feel the heat pooling in his lower abdomen as he feels his cock twitch against the sheets

“M-Mommy, g’na cum!” he pleads. “Please! Lemme cum!”

you reached down, panting heavily and with sore hips, grip his neglected member, stroking him fast and rough.

“YES!” Jisung moans loudly for the umpteenth time that night. YES MORE!” You hit his prostate again. “RIGHT THERE! MOMMY I’MNA—“

“Cum for me Jisung” You let go of his cock as his legs shake.

Jisung cums all over his thighs and the sheets. His head smooshed into the pillow as he whimpered, every drop of his cum leaking everywhere while you remained stuffed inside him. You were so caught up in Jisung’s pleasure you didn’t even feel yourself cum. That was until you felt the sticky mess in between your legs. You pulled out slowly, only to watch Jisung rim flutter before clenching onto nothing.

“My good boy, such a good boy.” You praised as you pulled Jisung into your arms. “Did so good for me.”

You made sure to remove the sheet stained with Jisung’s orgasm as you laid him on your chest, You placed soft kisses to his sweaty head. Until Jisung reaches down and removes the harness from you hips, and pulled your underwear down.

“Shit, baby” Jisung purred at the sight of your drenched panties, “You made such a mess.”

You gasped as Jisung slid down to reach your sopping pussy with his lips. “My turn.”

Let’s just say…you had a long night ahead of you.

A/N: This was so filthy omg😭 I personally think this smut fic was absolute shit but let me know what you think. I am taking requests. Again I’ll be sure to make a bio page for my limitations on fics I can write about. Hope you guys liked this and ‘til next time!🤭👋

If you wanna br tagged in my next fic lmk:

@whatdoyouwanttocallmefor

[christianpulisexy]

Hues of Red and Yellow - MM7

A beach day was Mase and his family has his mind wondering SMUT‼️

Waving goodbye to his family, you barely had time to even acknowledge where you were before Mason pulled you into the back seat of his car.

After a day at the beach with his family, and seeing you both simultaneously in a red bikini as well as playing with Summer, if had took everything in Mason to not come in his swimming trunks.

As you crawled into the back seat, you smiled at the sight in front of you. Mason’s hair was messy from being in and out of the water, and his face was hued red with the sun. The stubble on his cheek, as he grinned sheepishly at you while patting his thighs.

As you crawled in, his brown eyes followed you. The sun was just setting in Portsmouth, and everything glowed a honey-orange. Everything appeared as pop-art as orange bounced off of his tinted windows, and yellow reflected off of his eyes, and red dispersed from the mirrors at the front of the car.

Stumbling into his lap, he caught you as the pair of you laughed lightly. He brushed a stray piece of your hair out of your face, as he just stared at you.

The sun of today setting on the sky of tomorrow, and Mason looked at you.

You lightly kissed the new freckles on his face, as you felt his nose against yours.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He said, your eyes looking into each other. His hands were on either side of your waist, as he helped you settle comfortably into him, not that car sex was comfortable.

Your eyes fell shut as he worked his way down your neck, as you felt him smile into it.

Mason toyed with the joggers you’d pulled over your swimsuit, and patted your hips as he pulled them off softly. His hands worked up and down your thighs as his nose toyed on your jawline as he placed delicate kisses under your ear.

He was ethereal under this light. The pinks of the sky making him seem like something out of a movie.

Seeing you in your bikini, his eyes turned dark and he tightened his grip on your thighs, silently begging you to do something, anything.

You rocked your hips over his crotch, as your name fell from his lips. Moving your hands into his hair your gripped lightly, as you gave him what he wanted, and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one he wasted no time returning.

As he gripped your hips to guide your movements, you lifted them slightly, and as he lost contact with you, his eyes opened.

You smiled at him, as his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes.

“Enough of you.” He said, before pulling your jumper, or rather, his jumper over your shoulders. His thumb lightly caressed your jaw as he brought you closer, as you got lost in each others mouths. You swallowed his soft moans as you tugged on his hair lightly, slightly scratching his scalp.

You toyed with the shirt that was sticking to him due to the water he’d been in 15 minutes prior.

You giggled as he struggled to get the t-shirt off, and when he did, his hair was wild and sticking every which way, his lips rosy from the kiss.

He toyed with your bikini strap, as his other hand held your back, which held you close to him.

“You look so pretty in red.” He said, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yeah?” You said back, your own voice thick with love, lust, and every emotion between.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, as he moved his grip from your back to untie your bikini top. As it fell in front of him, he licked his lips. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your breasts as your mouth fell open, and eyes became glassy.

“That feel good?” He asked, his lips loving feverishly across your chest.

“So so good.” You nodded, as his hit on spot on your nipple that made you arch your back into him, as you tugged his hair to put him closer to where you wanted him.

Playing with his shorts, he soon got the hint, and hoisted you up so you could remove them, his lips not leaving your chest as he kissed everywhere be possibly could.

Mason was now clad in only his boxers, and you in your bikini bottoms, as he worked across your chest, your hand snuck into his boxers and you felt his hard on, lightly stroking your hand up and down.

“Fuck.” Mason mumbled into your chest, eyes shutting as his kisses became sloppier, and his moans filthier.

As your hand moved up and down his length, your chest was abandoned as Mason threw his head back against the seat of the car. His neck perfectly positioned for a few light marks.

You moved your lips across his neck, and stopped on the tattoo he had of your initials. Kissing around them in a heart motion, you felt him twitch in your hand as he thrusted his hips into your hand, craving more.

“You’re so good to me.” He said, his eyes at the back of his head.

“And you to me.” You replied.

You felt his hand trace across your thigh, as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and began to play with your clit, rubbing soft circles across it with the pad of his thumb. He pushed a finger in, and you fell against his chest as he pumped two in and out.

Your parted lips were on his, as your noses rubbed against each others. The attempted kiss failed, leaving you both giggling as he used his other and to properly kiss you.

You felt him increase the thrusts against your hand before he lifted yours away. Against his forehead, you mumbled into his mouth.

“You were so close Mase.” As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“My girl comes first, literally.” He said against your lips, as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to push your chest into his.

“So good Mase. You’re so good.” You said, and he smiled softly at you. Before long, you were coming over his fingers, as he moved his hand onto your bum to pull you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said, looking into you.

“I love you too.” You replied, your eyes glowing with nothing but love.

He removed the bikini bottoms from your legs, as he prepared himself for you.

“You okay?” He asked, fingers dancing across your cheek.

“Of course I am.” You said, as you slowly sank yourself on top of him, immediately feeling him in your stomach.

Your arms moved to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin. The groan that left his lips was ungodly, as he attached himself back onto your neck. His hands softly on your bum to help you move against him.

You didn’t notice the red leaving the sky, and the dark blue hues entering it. You also didn’t notice the fogged up windows, or the condensation dripping down them onto the seats. But what you did notice was the man in front of you, lips swollen, eyes shut, and there was nothing else in this world worth seeing.

Mason nipped at the skin on your neck, and you knew he’d left a bruise.

You began to clench around him, and his hand returned to your clit as he pressed on it hard.

“You close honey?” He asked, pushing the hair out of your face. You nodded at him, and he began to thrust his hips into yours faster, both of you moaning the new angle.

Rocking your hips against his, you felt the pressure build and you knew it was soon.

“Are you close Masey.” You said, and all he did was laugh.

“I’ve nearly came in my pants since I saw you in that bikini.” And you smiled into his shoulder, and his hands greedily roamed across your chest.

His thrusts became sloppier, and he pressed on your clit harder.

“One more sweetheart, come on.” He willed as you clenched against him, and that’s when you came around him, and the sight of you on top of him was enough to finish him off, and he too came inside of you.

The two of you panted into each others mouths as he held you close, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“You’re all i’ll ever need.” He said against your lips.

Only now did you notice the windows, and reaching out a finger your wrote your initial and his, with a plus in between. He finished it off with a heart, and suddenly, everything was right in the world.

I really like this one!! let me know what you think my loves xxx🫶🫶

[majeoeje]

Words better left unsaid

Gojo Satoru x Reader (fem implied reader) SEASON 2 SPOILER WARNING‼️‼️

In which i don't ever wish to be strong like you

"Don't look at me like that"

Satoru said, the dark circles around his eyes showed how fatigue could made even the strongest falter.

He hasn't really faced any mission that required his full attention 24/7 recently, but his best friend leaving must've taken more than a lot a toll on his soul. You couldn’t blame him.

"Rough week?" You inquired seeing how he caused destruction near his sorroundings. You weren’t a jujutsu sorcerer, so you couldn’t see curse spirits at all. But you know if Satoru was here, there wouldn’t be any left curse spirits near.

Well no duh he had a rough week?!! You cursed yourself at the shitty attempt at small talk. His best friend just did a massacre on his own village, even killing his own parents for the sake of his ideals and left him for it?? This must be the shittiest week for him.

“I guess you could say that”

To eliminate all non sorcerers and for the world to be free of curses... to think that Suguru Geto would aim for such grand motivation was a hard pill to swallow. Though you didn't doubt it one second seeing his gaze that filled with disgust and hatred when he last saw you. To think that before that last encounter with him, he had murder everyone in citizen of his own hometown made you feel like you just dodged a bullet. And by worse it was nauseating.

“Hang in there”

Your lousy attempt in trying to comfort him didn’t go unnoticed by Gojo, but he chose not to address it. As usual.

"Why not go after him?"

Gojo Satoru has the ability to see miles away with his six eyes. An ability that perfects his infinity technique. Many people would say it was unfair for someone to be born with such power and even outright fear it, while the other half of people would only think of intricate ways to exploit him.

But Suguru geto in the other hand… he was something else completely different. He was the one who saw Satoru as who he was and truly understood him. He was his only best friend as Satoru would call him.

Even in this distance, you already know that he is literally could staring down on Suguru’s exact location, there's no denying that. So of course you’d wonder why he wouldn’t just go away and be with him.

"You already know why"

In fact you didn't. Maybe you just lacked an understanding on his self restraints. With his power, he could just join suguru any day and assure their victory. Because you already know deep down inside, Gojo Satoru lacked morality

Well why would he? When everyone praises the ground he walked on? When everyone recognize him as the strongest and never as himself? When everyone sees him as a God?

Well in some way he was, especially to non curse user like you.

But then why stay? You thought, as you eyes wonder to his bright blue eyes, today it seemed a dimmer than usual. Maybe if Satoru truly believed in what Suguru was trying to achieve, then he wouldn't waste any time here

You heaved out a sigh, knowing well you yourself also lacked morals, not batting an eye upon thousands humanities along your kind, only because you were afraid your efforts would ring fruitless. You felt insignificant in all of these grand scheme of jujutsu world. And being forcibly attached to the hip and bethroted to Gojo Satoru only feeds your inferiority complex even more

You approached him slowly placing your hand to his barrier, allowing him to take in your presence and take off his infinity.

As soon as you felt the invisible energy like shield slowly dissipating, you placed your palm to cover his exposed eyes.

"I think that's enough of that don’t you think?"

Without his glasses, his inhumane eyesight can tire him easily from sensory overload. You only sighed sliding your other hand on his shoulder to hug him. A poor attempt to comfort him really

"Awe, are you finally warming up to me after 7 years? I gotta warn you i'm not exactly the faithful type" he chuckled, trying to put on a facade he so intricately crafted, but no matter how annoying or charming he gets, it was never enough to fool you.

"Well that's surely surprising now isn’t it" he didn’t need the six eyes to know you were practically rolling your eyes blatantly

"I can see how tired you are Satoru" You insisted, feeling him reluctantly give up as his eyes relaxes in your touch.

Satoru had barricaded his heart away from other people, choosing to constantly use his infinity almost as every second passed. Setting up a literal wall for everyone. Yet he stills turns it off everytime you got closer, some parts of him feels obligated to

"Don't be such a priss, you know no one could even lay a finger on me" you guessed he wasn't counting you.

"I know that more than anyone" you let go of your embrace, though still covering his eyes

At the age of 10 you were engage to Gojo Satoru, an arrogant cold child who would grow up to only be a bigger child. You grew to despise him really. You never put in any effort to understand him, and he never did you. But maybe years and years stuck together wasn't nothing at all

"I wouldn't ever want you to be hurt you know that right?"

for the first time in years you said a heartfelt thing to him, he wouldn't call it the sweetest thing ever, yet he falters with every crumbs of your affection

"I know"

Silence ensues. It wasn't uncommon in your relationship for the past 7 years, you never minded it considering his whining gives you a headache

"I'll call someone to pick us up" you said shortly as you dialed a number, the sound of buttons being clicked on your flip phone served as a mediator to the tense atmosphere you're in

Your driver arrived in a flash but those 3 minutes felt like forever. You brushed it off anyways leading Satoru to the car, still covering his eyes

"Where's your glasses?" You asked him, feeling your hands being sore for being up for a while. Trying to find other solutions such as his pitch black glasses

"I lost it" he said, not harboring any guilt whatsoever

"Gah- my hand is sore Gojo." you whined, despite not letting go. You never learned how to

But he instinctively leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder, making you rest your hand easily

"Much better i know" He gave you that shitty smile. The one that always gets you to succumb to his will as you sighed for another time that day.

"I guess" you try not to give him too much of an earful to his antics. Because you noticed how when suguru left him, he felt an undeniable sense of lost in his heart. He never truly picked himself up like he seemed to after that, opting to try to distract himself with missions such as now. Going as far as the Gojo family sending you to look for him

His glasses were on his pocket this entire time. Opting to say white lies instead of the truth. Satoru Gojo truly had never changed.

Because truthfully he wanted to stay this way just a little longer. He didn't want you to feel the absence of anyone's touch right in that moment, even if he needs to make millions of excuses to do so.

"Don't leave." He'd say, if he were brave enough.

But he'd burried it in inside even as he watches him walk away not saying what he wanted the most

His words of his own would echo in his mind over and over again throughout the car ride, as the occasional bump of the old school vehicle was your white noise throughout it all. Once again, innanimate sounds continued to fill in the blanks for the both of you. Well you always had found comfort in it knowing you don't have to put much effort for him... but.... right now, the pride that seems to overshadow your genuine care for him seem to have fogged away. Only for now of course

"I won't leave, Satoru"

Satoru had countlessly called you by your first name. He felt it fitting to be on first name basis with his future spouse no? Love was out of the question but at least you could pretend to like him. He had begged you to call him satoru over and over again but your loud hatred for him kept you away from ever giving him a chance. Always keeping him at arms length.

Though how can you keep him at arms length now that you’re willingly embracing him?

Satoru didn't say anything as it felt like you saw right through him. You felt something wet trickled your hand. But you didn't say anything. As usual.

Once again you both chose to stay silent. But just how long can this colorful silence last?

(A/N:love triangle era ig)

[brandogenius]

hiii could u write phoebe x reader where they are childhood besties but never did anything until they are adults (maybe phoebe thought reader were straight)

pls pls pls thank u

of course i can!!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - phoebe x reader - childhood friends (short)

- the infamous trope that you two are neighbours that live across from each other in the same estate

- the two of you were a duo - attached to the hip it was always reader and phoebe , phoebe and reader growing up

- a lot of people thought you were dating when you were teenagers? mainly because you were together 24/7

- i can imaging you two as teenagers kinda having that small bit of tension but phoebe would overthink it

- negative core memory (is that a thing??) and you and phoebe go to a party and truth or dare the bottle lands on you and someone dares you to kiss phoebe and you say “oh hell no i don’t like girls” (you were in the closet)

- phoebe who had a crush on you her world was crushed. not realising you were ‘straight’ / not into her she was like damn ok

- thankfully she didn’t end up confessing so it wasn’t that awkward. she just brushed it off like aha funny lol same bruv we platonic we’re just besties everyone

- she was the same phoebe as you knew but she you didn’t like her anymore so lingering looks and touches decreased

- i can see like in the future say y’all are still best friends now to this day and age and shes visiting your city on tour and you both arrange to meetup

- you suggesting a bar since it’s be cool. phoebe agreeing and both of you meeting up until phoebe realises “this is a gay bar-“ 👁️ 👀

- “did you realise this is a gay bar?” “that’s the reason i chose this place” “oh-?”

- realising maybe you’re not straight and she’s fist- bumping the air like YES! THIS IS FINALLY MY CHANCE

- phoebe making flirtatious comments throughout the night. complimenting you and your outfit, maybe a hand settled on yours for a bit longer. sharing your experiences coming out of the closet

- you explaining how you weren’t out at that time and didn’t want to ruin it (parents yk what i mean smh) so after moving away and to a new city / state you feel more comfortable to be yourself

- listen, the tension is high, it was a good night! you invited phoebe back to your house to stay the night

- totally doesn’t end up with phoebe pressing you against the wall, both fighting to take your shirts off in a heated make out session nooo totally not absolutely (yes)