#they just...can't...wrap their heads around it

[yanderedrabbles]

💕 Yandere Valentine's Day Gifts ♥️

Prompt: You own the local flower shop. It's Valentine's Day. Which customers will be popping in?

Yandere! Sugar Daddy calls you two weeks before Valentine's to order fifteen separate bouquets for his darling. Every exotic and rare shade that roses come in.

"I want them delivered fresh. Early morning please."

"Yes sir, I can manage that," you tell him, still reeling at the ridiculously large amount he just paid you.

On Valentine's Day, his maid let's you and your crew into his penthouse. You can't help but let out a low whistle when you see the size of the place.

He directs you to set the bouquets out around the living room. The morning light from the floor to ceiling windows catches on the glitter you dusted across the arrangements.

He has a sort of nervous energy - arranging and then rearranging the flowers. You sometimes hear a thumping, banging sound from deeper in his penthouse but when you ask him about it he says its just the building creaking. You don't know much about skyscrapers this high and so you let it go.

When it's all finally to his satisfaction, he tips you and your crew very generously. As you leave, you see him setting out a whole slew of iconic Tiffany jewellery boxes.

His darling will be showered with the most expensive love money can buy. Whether they want it or not.

Yandere! Bisexual Best Friend breezes into your shop like a true haute couture diva. He looks over his designer sunglasses and snorts with disdain at the traditional red bouquets.

"Nothing so cliche for my girl," he tells you.

He orders pink and white camellias, with sprigs of baby's breath. He has you wrap the stems in matching pastel paper. When you ask him if he'd like to include a card, he writes his message in a beautiful, looping cursive.

'I know no boyfriend will get you flowers that you actually like. That's why you have me. Happy Valentine's Day gorgeous.'

"Very elegant," you tell him.

"Thanks. I'm meeting her for brunch and drinks after this."

He shows you his other gift for his darling. A bottle of expensive perfume, in a glittery blush pink box.

When you ask him if his friend has any dates planned, he tilts his head and smiles without any warmth at all.

"Not if I can help it."

Yandere! Actor doesn't come into the shop or call you directly. It's his hurried, harried assistant that places the order.

"Five dozen roses in a single bouquet. I'll bring you some chocolate that he wants between the flowers. Oh, and a card. Don't forget the card."

When she drops off the chocolate for you to use in your arrangement, you can't help but want to look up the price. Everything from the packaging to the hefty weight of each chocolate screams luxury artisanal brand.

The final arrangement is beautiful, but in a looking-good-on-camera sort of way. You don't know the order is for him until his assistant accidentally let's it slip who her boss is. Your eyebrows shoot up but you manage not to ask any questions. A billionaire and now a celebrity. Seems like everyone wants to be extra romantic this year.

"What does he want on the card?" you ask, pen poised.

"Oh, he sent one for you to use." She hands you a card printed on thick cream paper, elegant in its minimalism. You glance at the writing before you can stop yourself.

'A star like you deserves all the flowers. Happy Valentine's dollface.'

Cute. The exact sort of thing you'd expect from a heart throb like him.

It's only when you see him and his darling on the red carpet later that night - his arm around their waist the entire night - that you begin to wonder if there's more to their relationship than meets the eye.

Yandere! Werewolf shows up right before you close, hands on his knees while he catches his breath. He ran straight to your shop after football practice and there's still grass stains on his chin.

"Oh god, tell me I'm not too late for roses." He looks so worried that you take pity on him and agree to look in the back for any bouquets that might have slipped under the radar.

He must be supernaturally lucky, because you manage to find a dozen red roses. When you get back to the front, he's taken out the rest of his gifts from his backpack.

There's an overstaffed werewolf plush, an extra large leather dog collar, some pre-packaged bones and a chew toy.

"Interesting selection," you say as you ring up his flowers.

He rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah. They uh... have a dog. It's mostly for the dog."

You get the sense he isn't being entirely honest, but you're not the type to pry. When you're done, he shoots you a gorgeous smile.

"I totally owe you one. You really kept me out of the doghouse."

He's just about to leave when he suddenly remembers something. He digs in the pocket of his letterman jacket and pulls out a clear packet of candy hearts. You look closer and realise he must have picked out individual sweets just for their message. They're repeated again and again.

'Be mine.'

'Yours forever.'

'Kiss me.'

"Do you think these are canine safe?" he asks you. You think about it for a second and then nod.

It's only after he's left that you wonder what sort of dog would want to eat candy like that.

[woozinhos]

Doing it raw first time with mingyu after getting married + P.s I always wait for your post😭🥹🫂

Notes: awww anon thank you so much I’m happy to have got back into writing hope you enjoy !!

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Mingyu held you close as you both lay on the bed, your wedding clothes discarded on the floor. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. He looked at you with a mixture of love and desire, his eyes roaming over your body. "I can't believe you're mine," he whispered, tracing his fingers along your curves. "I'm so lucky to have you as my wife."

You blushed at his words, still in disbelief that you were now officially married to the man you loved. "I'm the lucky one," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "You're everything I've ever wanted and more." Mingyu smiled and kissed the top of your head. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he said, his hands moving lower to caress your thighs. "I've wanted to make you mine in every way possible." You could feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and insistent. Mingyu's touch was becoming more urgent, his lips finding their way to your neck and collarbone.

"I want you," he growled, his teeth grazing your skin. "I want to claim you as mine completely, with no barriers between us." You shivered at his words, your body responding to his touch and his possessiveness. "I want that too," you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I want to feel you inside me, all of you."

Mingyu groaned and flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. "Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust. "There's no going back once we do this." You nodded, looking up at him with trust and desire. "I'm sure," you said firmly. "I want to feel you raw, to be connected to you in every way." Mingyu smiled and kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock throbbing with need. "I love you," he murmured against your lips as he began to push into you.

You gasped as he entered you, the feeling of his bare cock stretching you open completely new and intense. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slowly filled you to the hilt. Mingyu let out a low moan, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel so good, baby," he said, his voice strained. "You're so tight and wet for me." Mingyu had to stop for a moment, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of being inside you without a condom was overwhelming.

"Fuck," he cursed, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I don't think I'm going to last long like this." You smiled up at him, understanding the effect you were having on him. "It's okay," you said softly, stroking his cheek. "We have all night. Just let go and enjoy it." Mingyu nodded, his eyes locking onto yours as he began to move again. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. "I love you," he repeated, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I love you so much." You moaned his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he picked up the pace. The feeling of him moving inside you was pure ecstasy, every nerve ending in your body alight with pleasure.

Mingyu was losing himself in the sensation, his control slipping as he chased his release. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice ragged. "I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, baby." Mingyu thrust into you with a fierce intensity, his hips slamming against yours as he reached his peak. With a deep groan, he spilled himself inside you, his hot cum coating your walls. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, pumping you full of his seed. You held him close, your body shaking from the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

"You came so much," you whispered, your voice filled with awe. "I can feel it all inside me." Mingyu chuckled, nuzzling your neck. "I think I've found my new addiction," he admitted. "I love the feeling of being inside you, bare and raw."

[seokmn]

DAMN TRIP .ೃ࿔ ✈︎ *:･

pairing: junhui x fem!reader wc: 0.8k words warning: pet names, jun as girl dad (yes, its a warning for my delusional besties out there.)

“let me be over there again”

Junhui dropped his bags on the floor and wrapped his arms around your waist, tightening his grip as if he would never see you again. He let out a defeated sigh. “I can't believe I have to go��� what if I tell my boss I got sick? I can tell him I have dengue fever, and he’ll let me stay at home!” You laughed at your husband's comment and shook your head while caressing his hair. “We don't live in a tropical or subtropical country, you can't have dengue fever.”

“You have no idea how good I can be at acting,” he smiled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I don't want to leave you and D/N by yourselves. Seven days is too much time away from you."

You placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him away just enough to make him look at your face. You smiled in a comforting way and kissed his temple. “Junnie, we’ll be fine, and we’ll be always facetiming each other. These seven days will pass in a blink of an eye, okay?”

Junhui still looked upset, but he nodded and gave you a peck on your lips before looking in the direction of your daughter's room, “D/N? Dad is leaving soon, won't you give me a hug?”

In a matter of seconds, you saw your daughter running to him with a frown on her face, arms raised, and one of her hands holding a folded paper. “Daddy, don't go!”

Junhui picked her up and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I wish I could stay, but I have to go… It's only for seven days, though,” he tried to comfort her, but his heart was absolutely broken. Since you gave birth to your daughter, Junhui and D/N became inseparable. “And I'll facetime you every time to tell a story before you sleep. I promise you.”

He caressed her puffy cheeks as her frown was deepening. D/N used her free hand to rub her eye while giving him the folded paper that was on her other hand, Junhui smiled and looked at her with the kindest expression ever. “Is it for me? Can I open it now?” she nodded, and he shifted her in his arms so he would be able to open the folded paper with his two hands. Once he opened it, he saw a drawing of you, him, and the little girl with a bunch of hearts around the three of you. He couldn't help but tear up as he showed the drawing to you, making you a little bit emotional as well.

“Sweetie… That's so beautiful, I'll take this drawing with me all the time. Thank you for giving it to me,” he kissed her forehead once again and searched for something in his pocket. “I have something for you as well.”

Her eyes lit up in curiosity as he took out two bracelets out of his pocket and showed them to her. "I asked uncle Joshua to help me to make them for us, the pink and yellow one is yours, and the pink and blue one is mine. It has our initials, look!” The little girl grabbed the pink and yellow bracelet and took a look at it, seeing the stars and three letters, being them the initials of your names. She smiled widely, wrapped her little arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.

“Daddy, I loved it!” Junhui chuckled and rubbed her back. “I'm glad you loved it. I hope to see you wearing it!” He turned his gaze to you. “Yours is on my side of the bed. It's pink and white, your favorite colors,” you smiled and wiped your tears away. “Gosh, you're acting like you’re leaving for a whole year,” you placed your arm around his waist, and Junhui took this opportunity to give you and your daughter a family hug.

“I love my girls so much,” he sighed before continuing. “I promise to come back quickly and bring you gifts.”

The three of you stayed like that for a while before you broke the hug. Junhui pampered his daughter with sweet kisses all over her face before putting her back on the ground, then he looked at you, gave you a sad, yet lovely smile, and pecked your lips. “I'll text you when I get to the airport, before the flight, after the flight, and when I get to the hotel,” you chuckled and nodded. “Have a safe trip, love. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he turned to your daughter and crouched down to be on her level. He booped her nose and smiled, “I love you as well, got it?”

“I love you too, daddy! Have a safe trip!”

Junhui sighed before standing up once again and grabbing his bags to leave. He looked at you and D/N and smiled before leaving the house, leaving you and your loved daughter alone for the next seven days with his heart broken in pieces, absolutely hating the thought of not having you around.

[heeikeuu]

Is It Love?

.ᐟ.ᐟ pairing – brother best friend riki! x fem! reader

.ᐟ.ᐟ synopsis – y/n had started her first year in uni and spent a lot of her time burying her head in books not caring much about having her first kiss till her friends teased her for being "boring." Riki catches her crying in her room and decides to change what her friends think. But can they keep denying the tension between them?

.ᐟ.ᐟ wordcount – 1k >

.ᐟ.ᐟ warnings – fluff, teeny tiny suggestive, (let me know if I missed anything)

NOW PLAYING; Is It Love? Sik-K (PROD. GXXD) (FT. MOON) ▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•

Dragging your weight into the house, you heard the muffled screams of Jake and Riki gaming in the living room. Letting out a sigh you try to pass by them without saying a word, which was unusual of you. Normally, you would scold them for being loud or join them for a round to kill time.

"LESS GAURR" Jake jumped victoriously after beating Riki in a match despite losing all the other ones. "I just went easy on you," Riki retorted with a scoff but he couldn't hide his smile at how cute his hyung was being, turning his head, he noticed you with your shoulder all slumped up and your head held down as you took off your shoes. Puzzled, he decided to stay quiet for now.

"Since I won FAIR AND SQUARE" Jake empathizes, interrupting his train of thought, "I'll go buy snacks from the mart to celebrate, you down?"

"I'll just stay here, can't be caught lacking again," he jokes playfully but Jake just gave him a stare and shrugged his shoulders, "fine but I'm not getting you snacks," he told him in a playful tone as he grabbed his jacket to head out.

Noticing the commotion died down a bit downstairs after a bit you sighed. Sitting at your bed curled up in defeat, everyone in class was gossiping about who already had their first kiss or even first time, meanwhile you had neither and got laughed at for saying you just never had the time to think of that stuff.

"Of course, our y/n is too busy making out with her books instead." Though you know they were only joking, it didn't make it sting less that people always thought of you as some sort of a buzz kill.

Without realizing tears were streaming down your face. Today just wasn't your day, having woken up in a cranky mood, not doing as well as you thought on your test, and your friends teasing you. Too wrapped up in your thoughts, you hear a knock on the door that brings you back to reality.

"W-what is it" you tried to sound firm and unbothered but your voice betrayed you. "Are you okay, squirt?" Hearing Riki's lighthearted voice at the end of the door made your face turn pink.

Quietly opening the door for him after wiping your tears. Your red nose and eyes gave you away. "Oh did the sun rise and flowers finally bloom?" He joked as you opened the door. Glaring at him, "Nishimura I'm not in the mood, what do you want?"

Not caring, he invited himself in your room, going straight to your bed to lay his upper body, prompting his arms behind his head, he eyes you. "Why were you crying?" His eyes staring into your soul, turning to gaze at the floor you respond, "none of your business" you quietly went to sit at the bed's edge.

"Did anyone bother you?" He suddenly got up from his position to look at you properly, "No." He wasn't buying your facade.

"Look at me, y/n." His strict yet caring tone made it impossible for you to ignore him further.

Looking up at him like he requested, he saw tears slowly falling down your rosy cheeks. His mind and heart racing, he knew you didn't like crying in front of people. Opening his arms, you looked at him feeling vulnerable but thankful he isn't teasing you right now like he usually does. Wrapping your arms around his slim waist, your face hidden in his chest.

His heart running a mile as he thought he would die seeing you like this. Carefully using his right hand to pat your head, he softly asks, "do you wanna talk about it?" His warm breath hitting your ears.

"I woke up late, didn't do well on my quiz, and my friends laughed at me for not having my first kiss yet," you said through tears, your voice slightly muffled by his hoodie, "what was last part?" He heard you clearly but wanted you to face him and say it. Looking up at him with your lashes wet and lips red from biting them. If his heart didn't explode later, it surely did now. "I got teased for not having my first kiss and got called a buzz kill for it." Your wobbly tone making his heart ache.

His hands carefully move to cradle your face, squishing your cheeks slightly making your lips form into a cute pout. "You're not a buzz kill, they are just bitter they aren't cute nerds," slapping his chest slightly, "I'm being serious!" "Who said I wasn't?" He look down at you with a smirk, not missing the way your gaze wavered. "I mean it's not my fault I don't know how to kiss-" the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.

"I can teach you," Riki interrupts, trying to sound nonchalant but his ears reddened betraying his display of confidence. "Stop messing around Nishimura" you pointed at him with your eyebrows scrunched up in disbelief. "I'm not messing around," slowly taking your hand from his face and holding it, he leans a little closer to test the waters, he looked straight into your eyes with your noses soon touching.

You closed your eyes, heart almost bursting. Unknowingly, your hand that held Riki's was digging at his skin, leaving marks. "I need a verbal answer, angel" the nickname rolling off his tongue like honey making you dizzy. "Ok," you replied looking at him with your big eyes and long lashes.

Smiling at you softly, "just follow my lead." He whispers softly before breaking that sacred wall between you two that he built in hopes he can bury his true feelings.

He started off slow and gentle, making sure you were comfortable, pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, he looked at you with eyes that held so much love you couldn't help but take initiative this time, kissing him just how he showed you. Your hands eventually tug on his hair making him gasp, you took this opportunity to use your tongue, catching him off guard but he held your waist tighter, pulling your body impossibly closer.

The kiss filled with passion and years of unspoken feelings between you both, after a while, he breaks the kiss. His lips gently caressing your jawline before looking at you with sincerity, "I love you, y/n and I don't want to share you with anyone so don't go showing off your new skills to anyone else."

Looking at him in disbelief, you buried your face in his neck, embarrassed before responding, "I love you too, dummy." Smiling ear to ear at your answer, he rocked your body side to side, "your brother is going to shoot me for this," he joked, making you giggle.

Nishimura realized that he could no longer deny that this was his favorite sound and he wouldn't trade the world for you.

No longer deciding to bury your feelings for one another, you both stayed contently in each other's arm for a little longer.

So, is it love?

tags; @imaluvsj7

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[grahstumhurts]

Strawberries and Cigarettes

"𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙄𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

Sophia x 7th Member! Reader

CW - Implied smut, Use of drugs ( weed)

Prompt - A is preparing themself to roll with their day. B walks on them wearing nothing but their shirt.

Being an idol is busy. Busy life everyday, but when you do have breaks you choose to spend them relaxing. Relaxing as in wearing close to nothing in the comfort of your own room and blowing smoke rings with the joint that Dani so graciously gifted to you. So here you are, Laying on your bed wearing only a sports bra, boxers, and glasses. You're watching some random movie that Manon had recommended you watch and snacking on some popcorn. You pause the movie and get up to stretch, Seeing as your popcorn bowl had almost run out you walk down the stairs assuming that the rest of the Kats had gone out on their day offs as they usually do. You sit on the kitchen island, waiting for the popcorn to pop while humming some random song. The buzz from the weed still settling into your system. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs but it doesn't register in your head that someone had actually been home till you hear a little gasp behind you. 

“Have you been smoking again?” Sophia sternly asks you, Your head whips to the direction where her voice came from. 

“Maybe?” You slyly grin at her just as the microwave Dings. You leap over to it and grab the hot bag with your fingertips. 

“You should put on some clothes, The others should be coming soon.” Her face slightly flushed as you turn fully around to face her, Cheeks full of your hot snack.

“What, you don't like it? Seems like you can't keep your eyes off me, Soph.” You smirk, She sighs at your antics. 

“I’m not saying I don't like it, but…” Your taken aback slightly at her boldness, she traps you between her and the counter behind you. 

“My popcorns gonna go cold, Soph.” You smugly smile at her “Get to your point sweet cheeks,” You tap your finger against her cheek. 

“You're so high aren't you?” She giggles, 

“Mhm,” You giggle.

–

You take a puff of your blunt, breathing it out slowly with a slight burn in your throat that you’ve grown used to. She lays, facing you on your bed watching your every move. 

“I never thought i would be smoking in front of you, Soph” You slowly cough out, Tapping the blunt into the ashtray sitting on the nightstand. Some random CD of yours quietly playing in the background as you two stare at each other.

“You wanna try?” You expect her to say no, but to your surprise she shrugs.

“I don't mind.” 

“Do you trust me?” You take a puff as she nods, You slowly grab her chin, Straddling her waist. Holding her face between your thumb and palm, Her dewy bare skin glowing in the low light of the afternoon sun. You separate her lips slightly with your thumb. You mumble a “Open your mouth”, And she does. Allowing you to blow the smoke past her lips and into her lungs. She glances at your lips, then your eyes, then back to your lips. She coughs slightly at the burn, Her body jolting up right. “Breathe Soph,” You pat her back, stroking her cheekbones as she coughs. Some vapor escaping her lungs.

“Im okay,” She sighs. Her lips, Your lips. So perfectly spaced for someone to kiss another’s lips. Your eyes burn slightly, She bores her pupils into your face. Memorizing each blemish and freckle and birthmark and imperfection. 

“You seem to be doing okay for your first time being high, hm?” You tease her, pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face. Grinning at her, You smugly comment “You look really good from up here.”

“Really now?” She tilts her head to the side teasingly, You lean in close.

“Like.. Really good.” you press your lips to her neck, Kissing her pulse point. You can smell her signature Jojoba hair oil and strawberry lip balm. You feel her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into her body. Your hand trails down to the top of her sweatpants, You look up at her. “Can i?” 

She nods,  “No, I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I want you, Please”

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hot boxing with the corroded coffin boys while wearing a tank top in the summer heat, everyone is high and loopy and eddie can't stop staring at reader while she's sweaty panting, so of course things get hit and bothered

cw: MDNI ( 18+) smut (p in v) nipple play, mention of drug use

You sit with the band in the back of Eddie’s van as joints are being passed back and forth between the five of you. The smoke is swirling around you all, making you even more high as it’s trapped in the small space. 

You’re all giggling about literally nothing as you get higher and higher. You’re drenched in sweat, your white tank top sticking to your body, your nipples poking through it, making it very clear that you’re not wearing a bra. 

And Eddie can’t stop staring at you. He's always thought you were hot and now even more so now that he can see the sweat dripping down your skin, making you even more desirable. 

He wants to glide his tongue all over your body until he’s licked up every salty bit, kissing and sucking all over your skin until it’s obvious that he’s marked you up. 

He’s so locked into his imagination that it’s like everyone else has disappeared but you and him. You’re still giggling, leaning your back against Gareth who seems a little too comfortable wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Your eyes are on Eddie’s now, seeing how hungrily he’s staring at you through the smoke. He looks like he wants to swallow you whole and you think you’ll let him, wanting to feel his lips on yours so badly. 

He’s crawling over to you before he can stop himself. You lean forward, spreading your legs so he can fit between them. Gareth moves out of the way and as Eddie pulls you in for a kiss, the others take a hint and decide to leave, opening the back doors to the van, fleeing and taking the smoke with them.

Eddie inhales some of the smoke from his joint and motions for you to come closer. You obey and lean in so that your faces are only inches from each other. Eddie then pulls down on your chin, opening your mouth before pressing his open one to yours, pushing the smoke into it.

You’re quick to inhale, letting Eddie kiss you as he lies you down onto the floor of the van. His tongue flicks into your mouth and you let it explore as your arms wrap around his neck. You feel so dizzy and this time, you’re sure it’s not because of the weed. His mouth is doing things to you and you don’t want him to stop. 

He stubs out the joint then looks up at you as he begins to massage your nipple through your shirt. It’s harder than ever and he wants to warm you up before he gets his mouth on it. He wants to feel it between his lips so badly that he’s drooling.

Eddie leans down and kisses you again, continuing to do so as he massages your nipple over and over with his thumb before going to the other one with his other thumb. It feels so good, dizzying, almost making you feel lightheaded. You’re whining underneath him, begging for something but he doesn’t know what. 

“If you want something, sweetheart,” he says with a devilish smirk. “You’re going to have to ask.” 

“Need your mouth on my tits,” you moan and he just smiles widely.

“That’s all you had to say,” he winks before lifting your shirt slowly in a teasing manner before lifting it over your head and tossing it behind him. He then stares down at you, taking in the beautiful sight before him. You’ve been friends for how long and you’ve been hiding these from him? How rude of you. 

“Fucking hot,” he breathes before going straight in, giving your nipple a hard suck which causes you to gasp as your hands slide into his hair. He just lets out a laugh before he continues, giving it another hard before going in with his teeth, biting down pretty hard but not enough to actually hurt you. 

You moan in response and he’s even harder now just by hearing it. He was planning just doing this, but now that he knows what you sound like, he’s convinced that he actually has to fuck you afterwards. You just sound so good that he’s gotta do what he can to make his girl happy.

He bites down again and you give his hair a hard tug in response. You know that you’re high as shit but you swear it’s never felt this good. It’s always awkward and too slobbery, but this man really knows what he’s doing, like he’s done this very thing to you more times than he can count. 

You’ve never thought about Eddie in this way, always the awkward guy you play DnD with sometimes. But now? Now his nickname “freak” takes on a whole new meaning. Now the handcuffs that you’ve seen poorly hidden in a box under his bed when you’ve hung out in his room make total sense. 

Eddie’s made you feel so good that you’ve transported somewhere else, seeing stars as you reach your first orgasm. You’re writhing underneath him as his name falls from your lips in a loud scream that’s making him hard beyond belief, his cock now tenting in his pants. 

As you’re coming down, you pull his shirt off, pushing him so he’s the one lying down. You take in his tattoos then bring your mouth down to lick over every single one. You then lower yourself down onto him as your lips find his again in a heated kiss as you unbutton his pants. 

Together, you pull them down and he works on his underwear as you finish getting undressed, your clothes ending up in various places throughout the van as you discard them. He removes a condom from the pocket of his jeans and hands it to you before lying back down, letting you roll it onto him. 

You then settle yourself onto his cock, taking no time to move hard and fast, needing to make him feel good. He looks so pretty like this, naked underneath you with his hair splayed out on the floor, looking so…submissive. You’re sure that this is the prettiest he’s ever looked. 

His hands reach up and grab hold of your waist, moving you up and down even faster as his hips buck against yours rapidly as moans and whimpers pass his lips. He’s so needy for you so he’s trying his best to show you what he needs and you’re happy to give him what he wants. 

“Fuck, so good,” he whines as his hips pick up the pace. You’re moving so fast now that you can feel your tits bouncing up and down, already feeling out of breath because of how much energy you’re putting into it.

The windows are fogging up quickly as the two of you moan and breath heavily, trying your hardest to make each other feel good. And fuck, does it. As your high is starting to wear off, you’re coming to realize that this is easily the best sex you’ve ever had and Eddie definitely feels the same. As he’s reaching his climax, he’s wondering how he can get you to do this with him again, but completely sober.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he whines as he’s hit his peak, his nails digging into your waist as you start to slow down. As soon as he comes, you get off of him and instead of getting dressed like you were initially going to do, you decide to lay your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you as you breathe together, coming down from your highs before immediately going for round two.

[kawhh]

I was gonna go on anon with this, but you know what? I'm a whore for all three of our boys and I'm proud. So with that being said, what about being shared between Jack, Quinn and Trevor? Thoughts?

UNASHAMED WHORES UNITE. (before I sleep, it's 1am and I need a nap)

It keeps me up often. I'll admit. There's something about the balance of all three of them and how they'd make eachother worse.

They all have different levels of restraint but they'd all end up complete monsters. Constantly poking eachother. To the point of even making Q snap.

I feel like trevor would be the first to touch you. Forcing you on his lap, hooking your legs open. The way he'd trail his fingers slowly up your thighs, the way he'd threaten to violate you, hooking his thumbs under the lace of your underwear, snapping it back against your skin.

Burying his head in your neck, smirking at the brothers. If they're gonna be cowards about it, he's not gonna let that delay him ruining the cute little slut in his lap. A cruel look in his eyes as he bounces you slightly in his lap, forcing you to feel his cock press against you. Only getting harder with how they're glaring at him. Oh, if looks could kill.

Taking it further, licking a stripe up your neck as he lets his fingers dip under your underwear, close enough to your adorable little hole that he knows they won't know if it's actually touching you. Moaning in your ear, pretending that he's feeling you soaking his fingers.

He can see it working, he can see how worked up Jack's getting. His clenched fingers are pale. The slight tremble in his arms, the restraint he's using to not pounce on you. He swears he's almost drawing blood with how tight he's biting his lip. He won't take long. Just needs a little push.

"Mhmm.. Jaaack.. you really should feel how fucking soaked our little slut is. She's clenching around nothing.. such a fucking whore. Soaking my hand."

Biting your ear, making you squeak, giving your clit a harsh stroke, relishing in how Jack's eye's twitch at the sound of your arousal.

He's not focusing on Quinn. He won't snap until it's both of them bullying you. Too much of an ego. Too much self praise of his control.

The sound's too much for Jack, he's grabbing your ankles, yanking you down the bed. He can't handle not touching you. Can't handle someone touching his property. Trevor can't fuck you like he can. He's too selfish. He won't focus on you. Too focused on his own need to cum. Unlike him. He'll have you screaming before he even bottoms out in you.

Trevor's forgetting the numbers advantage. If he can get Quinn to snap, they're so in sync that he won't stand a chance. You'll be begging to be shared between them. You could wake up every morning with them, spit roasting you for breakfast.

He lets out a borderline growl as he watches Trevor rest your head against his cock. See? Selfish. Even now he's trying to get his dick sucked instead of worshiping you.

Fuck that.

He's yanking you even further down the bed, ignoring your comfort now that he's wrapped up in this ego battle. Blinded with how irritated he is. Giving you no warning as he rips your underwear, diving in to bite your hip, tearing the scraps from your body with his teeth. Glaring up at Trevor. He's still smirking. Still thinks he has the advantage. So what if he was the first to touch you?

Slapping your soaking pussy, the smugness increasing in his glare as you moan and jolt. Pussy clearly knows who it belongs to. Resting his head against your inner thigh, slowly leaving kisses around your hole, teasing you, the way you squeak if he gets too close.

Seeing Trevor twitch, kissing you directly on your tight, wet hole, frenching your cute little lips. Dragging his tongue along your walls. Eyes rolling back in his head at your taste. 'Course his girl tastes delicious. Digging his hands into your ass, lifting you up towards him. Needing more leverage to tongue fuck you. Smothering himself in your arousal. Feeling it drip down his chin, soaking the bed.

He can feel Quinn sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, looking up briefly to see him stroke your hair.

"Being a good girl for Jack, angel? Yeah? You gonna cum on his face? Warm your cunt up for me, yeah?"

You're crying at the contrast. The softness of Quinn's actions.. the brutal way Jack's swirling his tongue inside of you. Firmly trapped in their grip, far away from Trevor.

Helpless to defend against the way Jack manhandles you, flipping you onto your stomach, tugging your hair back, forcing you to look at Trevor. Murderous looking Trevor. He's suddenly thrusting into you, giving you no warning, no time to warm up. Going back on his need to make you cum and scream first. He needs this. Feeling his balls slap against your skin, the sound echoing through the room. Every slap making Trevor twitch.

Hammering into you, pushing you further into the bed. The drag of his cock against your walls is brain numbing. You don't know if you're crying, screaming or dying. He's slamming into your cervix, a little circle to his hips at the end of every thrust, making sure you can feel how big he is, how he fucks you better than anyone ever will.

Yelping as you feel hands on your ass, taking a second to realise what's happening. You'd almost forgotten. Whimpering as you're attacked with an even harder thrust, like he's telling you off for forgetting Quinn in your cock drunk haze.

Trying to squirm up the bed as your feel Quinn playing with your ass, stretching you apart to spit on your untouched hole, giving Jack a better view of how your cunt is gripping him, desperate to keep him inside.

It's no good. Good little sluts don't crawl away from what they're being given. You're being yanked down towards them, feeling like you're actually going to split apart on Jack's cock. Your vision blurs at the brutality.

Feeling Quinn slowly drag his thumb around your hole, threatening to push in. The pressure, the threat, making you whine loudly, begging them for mercy.

"Want me to really show you a good time, angel? Or do you want us both in that stretched little cunt?"

Jack's collapsing against your back at his brother's words, the darkness in his voice. Slamming into you one last time before he floods you. Watching his cum leak out, eyes widening as Quinn scoops it up with his thumb, pressing it against your ass. Forcing it in slightly, giving your ass a smack as a parting gift.

You're barely conscious, dragging your face up the soft bedsheets, glancing up at Trevor. He's a fucking mess. You can see his cum soaked boxers from here, the redness on his cheeks. The way he's just staring at you.

You're being grabbed, the brothers half throwing you up the bed, making you land close to Trevor. They're sandwiching you in a huddle on the bed before you can move. Quinn holding your leg up against his grip, grinding himself against you.

"Best you get some sleep.. before you wake up with my cock down your throat. Still have to show you who the best brother is, don't I?"

[seaninfl]

It was February, and the snow was falling heavily outside. I had just turned 18, and my dad had plans for us to spend Valentine's Day together. We have been sharing a bed and he has been fucking my ass since a few weeks after my birthday.

I knew dad wanted a special night when he told me he wanted to meet up at a hotel downtown for the night.

When I arrived at the hotel room, my dad was already waiting for me. He was wearing nothing but a backwards baseball cap and showing off his hairy muscular ass. Damn, my dad is hot.

"Hey there, son," he said with a wicked smile on his face. "Happy Vanentine’s Day, son. Tonight I want you to fuck my virgin ass. Do you want breed me, son?

I nodded eagerly, my eyes locked onto his barely covered ass.

"Good," he said, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my neck. "I've been waiting for this moment for years."

We began making out passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. My dad's hands started roaming all over my body, groping my ass and grinding his growing bulge against mine.

"Fuck, I can't believe we're finally doing this," I moaned into his ear, biting down on his earlobe.

"Me neither," he replied breathlessly, pulling away from our kiss just long enough to strip off his briefs and reveal his smooth, round ass cheeks.

"Get on your knees, dad," I commanded, pushing him down onto the floor in front of me. "I want to feel my big cock in your mouth."

He quickly obeyed, dropping down onto his knees and unzipping my pants to pull out my throbbing erection. My dad's eyes widened when he saw how huge it was, and he immediately leaned forward to wrap his lips around the swollen head.

"Oh fuck, yes," I groaned, grabbing onto his hair and guiding his head back and forth along my shaft. "Suck that cock, Daddy."

My dad eagerly obliged, working his mouth up and down my length while stroking my balls with one hand and fingering his own hole with the other. It wasn't long before I felt myself getting close to cumming, but I wanted to save my load for something much more special.

"Stop," I gasped, pulling away from his talented mouth. "I need to fuck you right now."

My dad grinned up at me, spreading his legs wide apart to expose his tight, virgin hole even more.

"Then take it, son," he growled, reaching back to spread his ass cheeks apart for me. "Fuck me hard and make me yours."

I didn't waste any time getting started, positioning myself behind him and lining up the head of my cock with his inviting entrance. With a single thrust, I plunged deep inside him, letting out a loud groan of pure pleasure as I felt his ass clench tightly around my shaft.

"Oh fuck, yes," my dad moaned, pushing back against me to bury my entire length inside him. "Fuck me, son. Give it to me hard and fast."

I happily obliged, grabbing onto his hips and pounding into him with everything I had. My dad threw his head back, moaning loudly with every powerful thrust of my cock into his ass.

"Oh shit, yes," he cried out, reaching down between his legs to start jerking off his own hard dick. "I'm going to cum, son. Make me cum all over myself."

"Cum for me, Daddy," I growled, fucking him even harder now. "Cover yourself in your own fucking cum."

My dad's body suddenly tensed up, and a moment later, he let out a loud shout of pure ecstasy as he started to cum. Ropes of thick, white spunk shot out from his dick, splattering all over his chest and stomach.

"Oh fuck, yes," he moaned, collapsing down onto the bed underneath us as his orgasm continued to wash over him. "Keep fucking me, son. Don't stop until you fill me up with your own fucking cum."

I could feel my own climax rapidly approaching, but I didn't want to cum just yet. Instead, I pulled out of my dad's ass and flipped him over onto his back, spreading his legs wide apart once more.

"Beg for my cum, Daddy," I demanded, stroking my cock slowly up and down my shaft. "Beg me to breed you with my seed."

My dad didn't hesitate for even a second, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

"Please, son," he whimpered, reaching down between his legs to start fingering his own hole again. "I need your cum inside me so fucking bad. Please breed me with your hot, sticky seed."

That was all it took to send me over the edge, and with a loud groan of pure pleasure, I started to cum. Thick streams of my hot, sticky spunk shot out from my cock, splattering all over my dad's face, chest, and stomach.

"Oh fuck, yes," I gasped, collapsing down onto the bed next to him as my orgasm continued to wash over me. "That felt so fucking good, Daddy."

My dad smiled up at me, his face now covered in my cum.

"It sure did, son," he replied, running his fingers through the sticky mess that now coated his entire body. "But we're not done yet. I want you to fuck me even harder and deeper than before."

"Don't worry, Daddy," I promised, grabbing onto his legs and spreading them wide apart once more. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget who owns this tight little ass of yours."

With that, I thrust my cock back inside him, and we both lost ourselves in the intense pleasure of our passionate, animalistic fuck session.

[impala-dreamer]

Like Heaven

A Supernatural Story

~Y/N’s request might throw him off for a second, but he’s never going to deny her, not when it feels so good in her arms…~

Dean Winchester x F!Curvy Reader

1,302 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Spanking, Dean POV, Sex

For @jacklesversebingo “What, you afraid you might break me?” | Originally published to Patreon Dec 2024

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

I’ve been to Heaven.

I have shared a beer with God.

But I have never seen anything as holy, as awe-inspiring, as fucking beautiful as when she’s riding me.

She’s usually shy, but fuck, when she gets going, when she really lets herself relax, she’s incredibly sexy. She lets her full weight drop down on me, and it’s some kinda magic because I lose my mind feeling all of her softness. The curves on this woman would drive a person to tears and they have gotten me more than once, I ain’t gonna lie. Her skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt, and when she’s this close, I can’t take my hands off her.

Her lips are like goddamned magnets for mine; her mouth is like a drug. I physically can’t stop touching her, kissing her, tasting her. I would spend all night between those thick, juicy thighs just lapping at her sweet pussy if she’d let me. I would drown happily in her cum. Not even joking.

The noises she makes while I’m down there are so fucking hot, half the time I’m just rutting into the bed for some relief. She gets me going so fast, gets me so hard just with those fucking whimpers and moans and fuck- when she says my name in that high pitched, breathless kinda way, I am fucking done for.

Part of me wants to flip her over and go back to town on that beautiful cunt, but she is working some kinda spell on me right now. I feel like my brain is broken. I can't stop staring at her tits as she bounces on my cock. Up and down, it’s fucking mesmerizing. And her ass- so plump, slapping my thighs with each downward push. I can’t help but grab a handful, dig my nails into her cheeks.

Oh, she likes that. Got her biting her bottom lip. Fuck, I love that. Don’t hold back, baby…

“Dean…”

Fuck. I can’t take much more. She’s squeezing my cock like that’s the only thing she was born to do and I am not fucking complaining. Jesus. She’s so wet I can hear it. So fucking warm the rest of me feels cold.

“Fuck, Dean!”

God, she’s rolling her hips, grinding down. Fuck. If reincarnation is real, I wanna come back as her dildo so I can feel this every night. I could spend eternity like that… shoved deep into her cunt, being used to make her cum. Sounds fucking perfect.

She slams down and tightens on me and my cock is throbbing so hard it’s making every other muscle contract. I dig my nails into her ass again and she lets out a sharp moan.

“Yes! Fuck!”

Her jaw drops, her head falls back and I squeeze her ass again. A shiver runs through her, shaking her fully and I’m losing my mind. I wanna see her eyes roll back, wanna hear her scream.

“Please…”

I almost don’t hear it, her whisper’s so soft.

“What’s that baby? What do you need?”

She shakes her head like she can’t think, and sweetheart, that makes two of us.

I slide my hands from her ass to her hips and hold tight. I love how my fingers dent into her softness, making dimples of flesh. So fucking hot.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, holding her tight and taking over for a second. I jerk my hips up into her and I swear it looks like she’s about to fall apart. “Tell me.”

She takes a breath and looks down at me. Her eyes are heavy and hazy, her lips parted. If I could reach, I would suck on those pretty lips, hold her close until we’re breathing for each other.

She seems nervous but I buck up again and she moans it out, letting go of her worry.

“Spank me…”

Time freezes for a second as I wrap my head around her request. Sure, I’ve spanked a few chicks in my day, but she’s never asked before. I didn’t think she’d be into it.

Her palms hit my chest as she falls forward. “Please…”

Now, I am nothing if not a people pleaser, so I give her a little wink before slapping her left cheek.

She tenses up on impact and fuck if it doesn’t make her pussy even tighter.

“Harder…”

I kinda hover over her ass debating how hard I should go. Gotta remember, I can knock a demon right out of a guy with a good right hook, so I need to be careful.

She sucks in a breath and I spank her again. I can feel the sting on my palm so I know she’s feelin’ it too.

A shudder goes through her straight into me and I bite my lip so I don’t say something corny or sexist. But fuck if there’s not some porn level filth runnin’ through my head.

“Harder,” she says again, curling her fingers into my chest. It feels good but her nails are so long I’m afraid she might scratch off my tat.

I hit her again and she smiles a bit, but still wants more.

“Come on, Dean! Hit me!”

Two taps this time and she groans.

“What, you afraid you might break me?”

Now she’s got my blood boilin’ all over again and I let her have it. My hand cracks over her ass and I’m sure for a second I’ve gone too far but she melts like butter on a biscuit.

“Fuck… yes…”

Her entire body tingles and her pussy swallows me down. Fuck, she’s so tight I’m not gonna last much longer.

“Again. Please!”

I can’t see it, but I’m sure I’m leaving a handprint on her backside. I slap the same spot and she falls down, her tits crushing against my chest.

“Yes…”

She’s licking at my lips and I crack her plump ass again.

“Fuck, Dean!”

I spank her again and she muffles a scream in my chest.

She’s bouncing on me even faster now, getting wetter with each crack. I swear to God my vision’s going blurry and my heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack but what a way to go.

Suddenly, she’s up again and I’m stuck there, somewhere between death and an orgasm. She leans back, puts her hands on my thighs and stretches herself out over me. She’s using me like a goddamned fuck toy and I am loving every minute of it.

She bites her lip and I slide my hand over her soft belly, turn my fingers down and tap on her clit.

She shakes like she’s being electrocuted so I do it again.

“God, Dean!”

Now, I’m far from being the Almighty, but I’ll take it in the bedroom setting.

“Yeah? You like that?” I ask, rubbing at her little nub and watching as her thighs start trembling.

She nods, so far away from being able to speak anymore.

“You gonna cum on my dick?”

As soon as I say it, it’s like I pressed a button and she does. She fucking cums hard on my cock. Her insides are pushing and tugging on me like some kinda damned finger trap and I can’t hold on any longer.

She’s still pulsing and I sit up and grab her, bury my face in her tits. She’s barely holding on but I got her, keeping her right there as I jerk up into her a few final times until I’m fucking broken. Cumming. Done.

I can’t let her go. Not just yet.

She’s wrapped her arms around me, got her fingers running along my scalp. I can hear her heart beating, feel her breath slowing down.

It’s fucking heaven here with her and I never wanna leave.

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On Your Knees

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), rough!hotch, face fucking, some dom/sub dynamic here, some aftercare, Hotch calls reader honey and baby once, slight language, praise!, brief mentions of a bad case but not described, and I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

Original Hotch Thought: Aaron coming home from a bad case and using you for stress relief.

A/n: Supposed to be another Hotch Thoughts post but I lost my mind a little so here is a full fic about Aaron fucking your face 🫣😩

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*This post is NSFW MDNI*

Aaron walks through the door and immediately comes to your shared bedroom.  You greet him with a smile and go to ask him how it went, but he just takes your hand before you can get the question out and starts tugging, desperate to get you off of the bed.

"Bad case.  Just be quiet and get on your knees."

You follow his order and you quickly get into position for him.  You're looking up at him and waiting for further instruction before doing anything else.  When he's like this, he's in charge and you do exactly what he says.

"You can touch." He says after admiring the sight of you in front of him for a few seconds.

So you do.  You bring one of your hands up to palm his already half-hard dick.  You use your other hand to get his belt and slacks undone before you finally tug them down enough and slip his cock out of his underwear.  You begin stroking him and he lets out a long sigh.  Aaron's hand has found its way to your cheek, cupping it gently before roughly grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.  You stop your movements, hand freezing around him. 

He just shakes his head and tells you to keep going, so you start pumping his aching cock again and he keeps your chin in his grip.  You're still forced to look up at him, not that you mind.  Then Aaron does something that you love.  He parts your lips with his thumb and you instinctively open up for him, allowing him to slide it into your warm awaiting mouth.  You close your lips around his thumb and you suckle on it, still holding eye contact with Aaron.

"Good.  That's good, honey."

Your hand starts to pump him faster and his jaw clenches slightly.  He rubs his thumb over your tongue and you moan around the digit before Aaron slips it out of your mouth causing you to frown before he moves his hand to the back of your head and neck, guiding your sadly empty mouth to where it can be filled again.

His other hand wraps around his cock and he taps his tip on your lips, making you open again and he slots his tip between your parted lips this time.  You glide your tongue over the slit to get a taste of his precum.  It's bitter and salty but it's him and you love getting to taste him.  He pushes your head gently, practically feeding his cock to you.  He's just a little bigger and he fills your mouth easily. 

"That's it.  There you go.  Keep going.  Just a little more." He keeps guiding your head to make you take more of him.  "Relax your jaw- there you go.  You're so good for me." Your nose is pressed into the hair at his base, filling your nostrils with his musky scent as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat.  You try not to let yourself gag when it hits the back, so you relax yourself the way he's helped you do in the past. 

Both of Aaron's hands are holding your head now, one on either side. 

"Are you okay?"

You nod slightly in response.

"I'm going to use you now, okay?"

You nod as best as you can again.

And after that Aaron starts with a few gentle thrusts into your mouth and then he really starts to pick up the pace.  You can't help moaning around his length and he groans at the vibrations it sends through him.  His grip on your head tightens a bit and he grits his teeth as he moves a little faster. 

You rest a hand on his thigh and start moving it up slowly.  When he doesn't stop you, you cup his balls in your hand and you start to massage them as you look up at him with tears in your eyes as he groans and moans at the added sensation.  Aaron's eyes are closed and his head is tilted back as he fucks your face. 

His dick twitches and he moves you, you move both of your hands to the floor for stability when he pushes you back against the side of the bed as he chases his orgasm.  He's not holding back now, his hips are snapping faster and harder.  He doesn't pay any attention to the whimpers that his length is muffling.

"Fuck, that's it.  That's so good, baby.  Just stay right there.  I'm so close."

Aaron's grunts fill your ears as his thrusts become more sloppy and less consistent.  You grip his thigh with one hand and try to swallow around him, struggling to continue breathing through your nose.  You hear him groan again as he reaches his high, spilling his warm cum at the back of your throat.  You struggle to take it all, but you do because he needs that right now and you would hate to deprive him of anything, especially after a long case. 

Once he has come down from that euphoric high, he pulls out of your mouth and tucks himself away, putting every back in place and holding your face gently now.  He wipes your tears away and brushes his thumb over your lips to clean up the saliva left on them.  He takes your hands and helps you stand and then guides you to sit back on the bed. 

"Are you still okay?"

His voice is soft now.  You nod and he rubs his thumb over your cheek affectionately. 

"I'm okay." Your voice comes out raspy and a little broken from how used your mouth and throat are.  Aaron leans down and kisses your swollen puffy lips before pulling away.

"I'll go get you some water and a snack yeah?  Then I'll take care of you too.  Just relax, I'll be right back." Aaron says before leaving and coming back a minute later with exactly what he promised.  And after that he does take care of you, also as he promised.  Then you both finally get to clean each other up and hold each other.  Aaron tells you what happened during the case that pissed him off so much and you listen, offering your understanding and many kisses to his forehead before he is finally able to let himself fall asleep in your arms.

[woozinhos]

Rough Sex with San from Ateez🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Notes: guys I died writing this I love it enjoy 🤭

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You and San were in the living room of your shared apartment, lounging on the couch after a long day. San had his arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to his side. He was feeling particularly affectionate and possessive today, and he couldn't keep his hands off you. He nuzzled your neck, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't get enough of you." You turned your head to look at him, a sly smile on your face. "Is that so?" you teased. "You're pretty needy today, aren't you?" San chuckled and nipped at your earlobe. "Maybe I am," he said, his voice low and husky. "Maybe I just need to remind you who you belong to." He suddenly pinned you down on the couch, straddling your hips and looking down at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"You're mine," he growled, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." You shivered at his words, a thrill of excitement running through you. You loved it when San got like this - dominant and demanding.

"I won't forget," you whispered, arching your back to press yourself against him. "I'm all yours, San." San grinned, clearly pleased with your response. He leaned down and captured your lips in a rough, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth without warning. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. San's hands roamed lower, grabbing your hips and grinding his growing bulge against you. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck where he began to suck and bite at the sensitive skin.

"You're going to be sore tomorrow," he murmured against your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. You gasped as he marked you, the sting of his teeth sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You could feel yourself getting wet, your body responding eagerly to his rough treatment. San noticed your reaction and smirked. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You like it when I mark you as mine." He pulled back and looked at you with a mixture of lust and possessiveness in his eyes. "Say it," he commanded. "Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours," you breathed, your eyes locked onto his. "I belong to you, San. I'm your good girl." San's smirk widened at your words, and he leaned down to claim your lips in another kiss. This time, it was even rougher than before, filled with a raw need and desire. He began to undress you, tearing off your clothes with an impatient urgency. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting this," he growled, his hands roaming over your now bare skin. You lay there, completely naked and exposed to him, your heart racing in your chest. San took a moment to admire your body, his eyes raking over every inch of you.

"Beautiful," he murmured again, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. "Absolutely perfect." He leaned down and began to kiss and bite his way down your chest, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. He paid special attention to your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. You moaned loudly, arching your back into his touch. San continued to tease your nipples, alternating between sucking and pinching them until they were red and swollen.

"I could spend all day just worshiping your body," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "But I need to be inside you. Now." You nodded eagerly, your own need growing by the second. "Please, San," you begged. "I need you. I need you to fill me up." San didn't waste any time. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock hard and throbbing against your thigh. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, lining himself up with your entrance.

"You're so wet for me," he groaned as he pushed inside you in one swift motion. You cried out as he filled you, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. San gave you a moment to adjust before he started to move, setting a brutal pace from the start. He gripped your hips tightly, using them as leverage to thrust into you with all his strength. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans and San's grunts of pleasure.

"You're taking me so well," he praised, his eyes fixed on the place where your bodies were joined. "Such a good girl, taking my cock like this."

"Y/N... oh, Y/N," San moaned, his pace becoming even faster and harder. "You feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he continued to pound into you. His grip on your hips was bruising, sure to leave marks for days to come. San wasted no time in adjusting your position, flipping you over so that you were on all fours in front of him. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back and present yourself to him.

"That's it," he growled, his other hand coming down to smack your ass. "Show me how much you want it." You cried out at the sting of his hand on your ass, but you couldn't deny the way it sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with enthusiasm.

"Please, San, harder," you begged, your voice desperate. "I need more." San chuckled darkly and obliged, snapping his hips against yours with even more force. The new angle allowed him to hit your g-spot with every thrust, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I can feel you getting tighter," San said, his voice strained. "You're close, aren't you? Are you going to cum for me, baby?" You could only nod, unable to form words as your orgasm built inside you. San continued to pound into you relentlessly, his grip on your hair tightening as he chased his own release.

"Cum for me, Y/N," he ordered. "Cum on my cock like a good girl." His words pushed you over the edge, and you screamed his name as you came undone beneath him. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. San groaned at the feeling of you cumming around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. "That's it, baby," he panted. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." He gave a few more hard thrusts before he finally came, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.

San's body went rigid as he came, his grip on your hair tightening to the point of pain. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, riding out the aftershocks until he was completely spent. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck," he muttered, nuzzling the back of your neck. "That was amazing." You were panting just as hard as he was, your body feeling limp and boneless after such an intense orgasm. San rolled off of you and pulled you into his arms, holding you close to his chest.

"You did so good," he murmured, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "You're perfect, Y/N. I love you." You snuggled into his embrace, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. "I love you too, San," you whispered, nuzzling against his chest. He held you like that for a while, stroking your hair and planting gentle kisses on your skin. Eventually, he spoke again.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice taking on a low, possessive tone. "I'm going to take you again, and again, until you can't walk straight."

[rafeysdeer]

hiii I really love ur writing I eat it up everytimee ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😛

I was wondering if I could request a Jason Todd like thingy where reader is new to Gotham and she doesnt know her boyfriend (jason) is red hood or who he is really . And one night he just passes out straight in bed without even thinking about his suit and helmet and reader wakes up to this masked man in her bed and is like screaming and being like “wtf who the hell are you” “my bf is huge and he’ll fuck you up” and calling Jason and stuff and he’s just like tf?

Ik this request is like all over the place but I just randomly had this cute idea and I thought you’d eat it up 😍

thankkk uu ❤️❤️❤️

rough night (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where jason still keeps being a vigilante a secret from you, and you continue to be clueless that your boyfriend is red hood, until one rough night he forgets something a little important.

a/n: omg hi! i'm so happy with your request, sorry that it take so long, but here it is, i love how your mind work btw, hope you like it, i actually don't think my writing is good on this one, but the prompt is amazing! feel free to send requests!

It was a particularly calm night, at least for you, who had already done your bedtime routine, and were curled up in the couch with your favorite book, waiting for your boyfriend.

You watched on the news that there was a chasing, but this is Gotham, there is always a chasing on the news, you may not have lived here for long, but you are used to the special way of the city, fights, deaths and crimes that flooded the city on an ordinary weekday.

As much as you enjoyed waiting for your boyfriend to get home, so you could go to bed with him, he was pretty late today, and it was already late night, sleep was starting to overtake you, the book slowly becoming less interesting and more hazy, finally making you decide it was time to go to bed.

Now, even though Gotham is a dangerous city, and more than anything, unexpected, you definitely didn't expect that on a cool tuesday night you would walk into your room in your pretty pajamas and comfortable robe and find a huge vigilante lying on your bed, comfortable, as if he lived there his whole life.

And no one can blame you that your first reaction was to scream, scream for your life, while the book falls from your hand, you were in complete shock, the vigilante waking up confused as he looks around and finds you wrapped in your pink robe looking absolutely terrified.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my fucking apartment?" she said frantically as tears began to well up in your eyes as you grabbed the closest thing to you, to defend yourself, which turned out to be the lamp on your nightstand.

And the man lying in your bed looks just as confused as you do, even more, his head tilted to the side, you can't see through the intimidating red helmet, but you're sure if you could, you'd see a huge question mark hanging on his face.

"What do you mean who the hell am I? Have you lost your mind, honey?" And it wasn't until his voice came out modified by the modulator that Jason realized he was still in his full uniform, including his helmet, which explained his girlfriend's complete panic upon seeing him.

"Look, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute, and he's huge and he's going to beat the hell out of you, so please leave."

The words might have been intended to be threatening, but they lost their effect almost instantly when he knew that the boyfriend she was referring to was the one lying on the bed being threatened at that moment, and also by the tears he desperately wanted to wipe from your face.

And, as Gotham is the city of the unexpected, the unexpected happens, and the huge vigilante lying on your bed starts laughing, but not a threatening laugh, or a shy little giggle, he starts to really laugh, the kind of laugh that you throw your head back for laughing so hard, while slowly removing the helmet from his head.

And when your beloved boyfriend reveals himself, the lamp in your hand slowly lowers as your lips part in pure shock.

"Jason? What the hell is going on right now?"

She said while still holding the lamp, and looked at him more confused than ever, and the once scary and threatening vigilante stands up and wraps you in a hug, while you remain in complete shock.

"Did you have any intention to tell me about this at some point?"

Your mind, still recovering from the shock, manages to elaborate and ask, while you return the hug, as tight as you can, still shaking from finding out that your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know if you were going to be ready to hear it, and if you would still be with me after you found out."

"If you would still see me the same way, you would love me the same way"

And now your shock is for a completely different reason, as you pull away from his embrace softly, your brows furrowed in pure indignation.

"Are you kidding me right now? Jason I would love you and be with you even if you were the fucking Batman."

And a comforting smile appears on your face, as you, on your tiptoes, hold his face in your hands as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for you, he was.

"Jay, I love you regardless of any of this, if you're a secret vigilante at night, your secrets or anything else, because I love you for who you are and I need you to know that."

And now the bright tears in your eyes were for a completely different reason, you just didn't expect him to think that way, when right there in front of you is the man you loved the most in the world.

"God, what did I do to deserve someone like you?" he murmurs into your hair as you're wrapped around each other, you guiding him towards the comfortable bed.

"I ask myself that every day, Jay."

And now, with no secrets and curled up comfortably in each other, as it should be, he whispers to you.

"About that Batman thing, we need to talk."

[alalalalaalalalviraaaaa]

summary: valentine's day? this is nerdjo's perfect chance! pt.1

song list: (hella short cuz this is short)

espresso- sabrina carpenter

obsessed- mariah carey

kiss it better- rihanna

"i-i... well um, i think you're uhh, very... pretty... and i um, you'r-"

"so you mean i'm hot and you can't stop staring?" you say in a judgy voice, unable to comprehend what's going on— or 'flabbergasted' as what the dumbass in front of you calls it. "listen up, nerd: i know i'm a looker, and i don't need someone like you to remind me of that, mmkay? so scram." you say, pushing past like what? the 13th dumbass? and you're not even two hours in.

you look to your side, just to be met by satoru, a loyal puppy. even though he was the smartest, he did your homework for free, unlike the other nerds who'd grown some balls thinking they had a chance with you— except for the chance to finish your essays.

pretty face adorned with baby blue eyes, satoru wasn't that ugly. in fact, he wasn't ugly at all. just that... he was a nerd. with nerdy glasses, nerdy clothes, and thick, nerdy books in his hands 24/7. flustered, stuttering mess. hey, but he looks so cute wrapped around your finger, ain't that right?

"well," he chuckles and pushes his glasses up with an index. damn, 5 inch fingers? what about his co- "you're getting a lot of confessions, huh?" he shakes his head head slightly and walks alongside you.

"mhm... it's exhausting." you say tiredly, with a hint of smug in your voice. "oh, and did you finish my assignment? need to hand it over next period." you inquire, expecting the work. satoru was never late to anything. punctual, perfect, and what not? would be your mom's dream if you brought him home.

"oh, yeah! i did it for you, and i guarantee you'll get an A!" he says proudly, looking over at you.

"uhh.. okay, now hand it over?" you say with a bit of attitude, your hand open as you observe him scrambling for it in some bag. "here! here is it!" he hands it to you like some sacred treasure. you look at the paper, looking at what he wrote before you catch a glimpse of red and some scrunching of wrappers as he zips the bag up. your eyebrows furrow as realise what it is. roses. and chocolates. who the fuck is he giving that to?

"what's that?" you ask sternly, looking up at him, the assignment completely forgotten. "the thing in your bag. who's that for, huh?" you push him against a wall, quickly pinning him.

"w-what do you mean? i-i don't know what yo-"

"the roses. and chocolates. in your bag right now, who's that for, eh? some other nerdy slut? that blondie cheerleader? psst- she won't accept it, cut it out. no one would." you say harshly, not a single bit jealous. scoff, you've never been jealous in your life.

a flicker of emotions flash by his face and then it settles to a one of annoyance.

"not even you?" he says, a hint of smugness in his face.

"what?" you say, now truly 'flabbergasted'. what does he mean by that? there's no way he's...

"well, since no one would accept me... i guess you won't get those." he signals to the bag with his eyes and looks back into your eyes deeply. a full blown smirk adorns his face, the 'next period' completely out of mind.

"wait, i didn't mean that, come on!" you retorted. how could he speak to you like that? you were the famous y/n, who would not confess to you? you take the roses and chocolates out of his bag, and shove it into his hands. "now do it, properly. say how much you love me and what you find hot about me."

"i know you have guys all over you all the time, but they're all just desperate and weak. i ain't like them. i'm confident and i know what i want. and what i want is you. you're absolutely hot, and nobody else is gonna have you. so yeah, i want you, and i'm not takin' no for an answer."

lips crash and feelings form, you taking the first move. tongues moving and doing more to express more than words. you both knew you both wanted this. he switches positions and puts a leg in between yours, making it unable for you to escape. his thigh rubs against yours and he gropes you, out in the hallway, where anyone could see. but no one was around, and that was all that mattered (you as well). he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"y/n, please... i need you so much right now."

pt.2

[crsssie]

kissyou - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"This one doesn't go well with my fit." You huff, wiping the color from your lip as Spencer passes by behind you. "Shit, it stained."

"Vaseline? Or lipstick remover." Spencer reaches over you, handing a tube to you as you pout.

"Thank you." You turn your head to press your lips to his jaw, sighing. "See you at work?"

"Yeah. I'm heading in early to get stuff done. Do you want me to take anything from you?"

"My stack is pretty thin. I'll be alright."

You feel like you forgot something, but Spencer's gone to the office by the time that you think you realize something. Oh. You forgot to wipe the...

"Oh my god!" Garcia gasps. "Your jaw!"

Morgan quirks up a brow at the sight. "Oh, Reid. Busy morning?"

Reid tilts his head, fingers brushing at his jaw where you kissed him to wipe for color. Nothing shows, so he pulls up his phone to take a look. Ah. Stain. Not lipstick. Your lip stain dried on his jaw, it seems.

"Spencer!" You yell from the elevator, rushing over with the makeup remover in hand as you gasp. "I'm so sorry. I realized when I was leaving that I stained your jaw."

"It's alright." He hums, leaning into your touch. "Help me get it off?"

"I thought you wanted to keep it." You brush at his jaw with the cloth, frowning when it doesn't come off. "I'm gonna use the gel."

He cooperates as you tilt his jaw, pulling out a tube to squeeze over his jaw as he stays there, your free hand scratching at his chin as he hums.

"You grew a little stubble." You hum, blinking when Spencer seems to purr, chest rumbling. "Did you just—"

He coughs. "Humans can't purr. They don't have the throat structure."

You laugh, pulling out a napkin to wipe the color that's come off. "Yeah? You didn't just let out a low hum in contentness?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbles, frowning when you show him the napkin.

"It's all off." You tilt your head. "You want a kiss?"

"Well, if you're offering." Spencer wraps his arms around your waist, lips pressed to yours as he hums contently.

The HR report can come later. How could he ever say no to you?

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered

Jschlatt x afab!reader Summary: Schlatt can't handle the teasing smirks and lingering touches. Every touch sends his blood rushing and he can't stop thinking about you. Warnings: M!masturbating, Schlatt pining teasing, dirty thoughts, kinda objectifying of reader, sub!Schlatt vibes, swearing, public A/N: there will be a full part 2 with actual smut

"Hey big guy," you all but purr as you saunter through the doors to the studio with Ted trailing behind you, backpack hung low on your back, hands in your hoodie pocket as you smirk up at Jay.

He stands abruptly when he hears your voice, his heart stuttering as he smooths his shirt down, watching you walk in with that cool confidence you always hold yourself with. You have a mix between a smirk, a smile and a pout on your shiny lips that has Schlatt licking his own as he watches you glide over to him

"H-hey," he stutters out, feeling the flush rise up his neck as you stand on your tip toes, reaching your arms up and wrapping them around his neck to pull him down for a hug. He feels himself melt into you as he puts his arms around your waist, struggling to stop himself from clinging onto you as he's hit with the smell of your sweet perfume.

You plant a friendly kiss on his cheek, a light pink, sparkly stain left in it's place as he feels you smile against his cheek as you pull away, "how've you been?" you ask sweetly as you pull away, your hands trailing casually down his shoulder as you step back and smile up at him.

He nods for a while, way too long, as he just stares at you before he finds his voice, "yeah, good yeah, no good, good."

You laugh softly as your arms shift to his biceps, gasping softly when you give them a squeeze, "damn Schlatt, you been working out?" you ask as you raise an eyebrow at him as your lips part in a teasing smile.

He blushes hard, subtly flexing his arm in a way he hopes won't be too obvious, "a bit yeah," for you, he stops himself from saying.

"It'ss a good look," you say as you grin up at him, pushing your tongue into the side of your cheek in a way that has Schlatt's breath catching in his throat, his thoughts drifting as he stares at your parted lips, "how much are you lifting?"

"A bit," he shrugs coyly, as he forces himself to look away, "could lift you easily I reckon," he says, not really thinking about the words coming out of his mouth until he's said it.

"Go on then," Ted challenges with a sly smirk from where he's positioned himself behind the desk.

"What?" Schlatt asks, his brain catching up as he watches your eyes light up at Ted's challenge.

"Pick her up," he echoes as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, laughing to himself at how flustered Schlatt is.

Schlatt wants to walk over there and deck him right now for even suggesting such a thing, but you're already popping your backpack on the couch as you smile happily, "we should do that thing the tik tok girlies are doing," you grin as you scroll through your phone, "the Sabrina carpenter song."

"I don't know that one," Schlatt says as he watches you, hoping he'll be able to escape this.

"It's easy," you say as you smile at him sweetly, waving Ted over and handing him your phone to film. You walk up to Schlatt and stand in front of him, back to him, so close he swears you can hear his heartbeat. You grin back up at him as you take his hands and place them firmly on your waist. He has to look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath to stop himself from thinking about how mcuh his hands dwarf your body. You explain it to him, and he barely listens, taking in something about picking you up when the song says something about tall guys.

You giggle excitedly as you nod at Ted, placing your hands over Schlatt's on your waist as the song starts to play. "Now," you say as you grin at the camera, and Schlatt takes a shaky breath as his grip on you tightens, hoisting you up and placing you easily on his broad shoulder. You squeal excitedly as you throw your head back and laugh, tucking your legs under Schlatt's arm and behind his back to hold yourself in place, clapping happily. Schlatt lets out a hearty laugh as he hears your excitement, his hand sinking into the soft flesh of your thigh in a way that makes him drool.

"Damn Schlatt," you laugh as you swing your legs, "I'll let you really toss me around next time."

The podcast goes great, as it always does when the guys invite you on, but it was one of the rare chances you got to see them all so there was no way you were going to leave so quickly. You had helped the guys pack up their gear, tossing it absent mindedly into Ted's, now full, truck, with plans being made for dinner.

"We'll call an uber," Schlatt says next to you as you look at the single seat left that's not being taken up by gear.

"Don't be stupid just get in dude," Ted says as him and tucker jump in the front too seats, "Y/N's tiny, she can sit on your lap."

He stiffens at the idea, eyes widening as he feels you look up at him from his side, arm brushing against his to get his attention, "unless you wanna be on top," you say as you grin sweetly up at him, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as his breath catches in his throat, "but I reckon you’re too big for me to mange.”

He's not sure if you said it intentionally, but it sends a chill down his spine, as his mind drifts. Thoughts of you spread out seductively, fully on display for him as you say the words breathlessly distracting him as he stares at you.

You notice his continued stiffness as he stares down at you, and your expression softens, "hey," you say as you reach out to touch his arm, "I can sit on the floor, I don't mind"

"Oh no can do," Tucker calls out as he ducks his head out the window, "there's a giant fucking hole in the floor."

"Your car is a fucking death trap dude," Schlatt groans at Ted as he takes a deep breath and moves towards the car, "come on darlin'," he says, the blush deepening on his face as the nickname slips out, "it's not a long drive."

You settle onto Schlatt's lap and he rests one hand on the seat next to him, the other gripping the hand rest tight as he fights the overwhelming desire to hold onto you and pull you closer to him. Your hair brushes against his neck every now and again as the car moves, giving him a smell of your sweet shampoo as his eyes flutter shut briefly. The car's horrible suspension is doing him no favours, as he bites his lip to fight his groan every time you jostle in his lap.

Your jumper is baggy on you, but bunched up around your waist as you sit down, giving him a perfect view of your ass pressed against his lap. Your soft hips and round ass settle on his thighs perfectly as you lean forward, trying to reduce the amount you're sitting directly on him, but just showing yourself off in the process. If he wanted to, he could slip his hand under your short, tight dress and Ted and Tucker would be none the wiser. He could slip his hand up your thigh, and completely cover the soft globe of your ass with his hand. He could slip his hand around your thigh, between your legs, cupping your mound in his firm palm. He could easily touch you, feel the fabric of your panties getting wet as he man handles you, feeling the lace of your panties - no, satin.

The car lurches around the corner and Schlatt brings one hand down to grip your hip tightly when he feels you slipping off his lap, the other hand going up to his mouth where he bites his knuckles to stop the moan that threatens to spill out as your hips grind back against his hard cock. He prays you can't feel it.

"Jesus Christ," he groans quietly as he bites down on his lip, hand fisted tightly around his cock as he strokes himself hard and fast. He had all but sprinted into the restaurant the second you got off his lap, yelling something about you guys getting a table as he dashed inside and into the bathroom. The second the stall door was locked behind him he was clambering to undo his belt, just enough to pull his cock out as he immediately started stroking his length.

He was rock hard, so close to finishing already from how good you had felt pressed up against him in the car, the image of his hands around your waist as your ass pressed into his lap fresh in his mind. He releases his cock for just a second, spitting on his hand to lube himself up as he strokes himself urgently.

He bites back a groan as he tips his head back against the wall, breathing short and ragged as he imagines how good it would feel to actually be inside you. He'd sit there and let you sit that pretty ass back onto his lap, sinking your pussy down on his cock as you rode him.

A harsh bang on the door of the bathroom causes him to jump, hissing as he grips down harshly on his cock still in his hand. "Hurry up in there man," an impatient voice calls out as he fumbles around to get himself back in his pants.

He's blushing red hot as he leaves the bathroom, brushing past the man as he does, grumbling about learning some fucking patience as he makes his way through the restaurant, to where he sees Ted's head poking over a booth.

He slots in next to him, across from you, heart fluttering as he watches your concentrated face read the menu. You chew your lip gently as your brows furrow as you decide what you want, he picks up his own menu to stop the overwhelming urge he feels to reach over and gently tug it free from your teeth.

The conversation is light and easy as it always is when the four of you get together, conversation flowing as you all eat and catch up, without the camera's rolling. Schlatt can't help the guilt he feels at his own internal struggle, feeling his cock twitch in his pants every time you so much as breath too heavy.

The way you throw your head back and laugh, your pretty nail extensions wrapped around your glass, your sweet, concerned stare every time you notice he's zoned out and is staring blankly at you. It's all too much.

Fuck that guy, couldn't wait 5 minutes before banging on the door.

"Let's get a photo," you say sweetly as you smile over at him and Ted, turning to look at Tucker who nods beside you, "I'll flag down a waitress."

"Nah it's fine," Ted says as he reaches over for your phone, "I'll take it."

He takes your phone from you and swivels in the booth, back facing you and tucker as he holds his hand out to take the selfie, kinda awkwardly moving around to attempt to get you all in the shot. "Go sit next to Y/N, Schlatt," he says as he zooms the photo in a bit, "I can't see you."

Schlatt shuffles over to the other side of the booth, squeezing his large frame in beside you as the three of you squish up against each other for the photo. He sees you beam at the camera next to him, shifting forward so him and Tucker aren't crushing you as much, casually resting a hand on his thigh to be more comfortable.

He forces his body to stay relaxed at the light touch of your hand to his outer thigh, willing himself to just smile and look normal. He ignores the warmth he can feel, or thinks he can feel, through his jeans as he stops himself from thinking how good it would feel if your hand just drifted over more.

Ted take the photos and nods happily at them as he looks them over, sliding the phone back across the table to you, as he tells you to go through them. You're not sure if it was you or Ted, you think it must've been Ted given where he's sitting, but the jug of water that was sat calmly on the table, goes tipping over and tumbling to the floor at your feet, it's contents now drenching your chest, stomach and lap.

The boys all frantically stand up to help clean up as you just sit there shocked, Ted scrambling to attempt to catch the jug, while Tucker is immediately on the hunt for napkins. Schlatt however just stands there, staring at you.

The water has saturated the jumper you were wearing, the fabric now wet and clinging to your chest underneath it in a way he can't help but stare at. It leaves little to the imagination as it hugs the globes of your tits under it, begging him to reach out and grasp one in his hand.

You let out a huff of a laugh as you watch Tucker fling napkins at you to pat yourself dry, choosing instead to just pull the soaked jumper off and hang it on the booth behind you. You seemed to move in slow motion, pulling the jumper off as you smiled up at Ted as he apologised again, shaking your hair out when your head's free from the hoodie.

He's actually gawking now, open mouth staring as you sit there in just your dress, still a bit damp but not nearly as bad. It hugs your body like a second skin, a cute little light blue thing that has him thinking anything but innocent thoughts. His cock twitches in his pants as he wants to get on his knees right now and beg you to keep going, desperate to get just a flash more of your skin.

He's so fucked.

He had insisted on getting an uber back to his hotel, he couldn't handle another trip with you on his lap like that. It had been torturously long, his cock straining against his pants as he nearly ran through the lobby into the elevator, shedding his clothes the second the door shut behind him.

"Holy fuck," a whimper escaped his lips as he gripped his phone tightly, eyes glued to the screen as the light lit up his face in the dark room. His body was vibrating with pleasure as he stroked his cock, slick with lube as he tugged himself up and down in firm, long strokes.

He was a year deep in your Instagram, a dangerous place for him to be when he was this worked up for you, but god he just couldn't help himself. It was his favourite picture of you, the third image deep in a carousel of you and your friends at the beach. You were wearing a bikini that left so little to the imagination it made him fucking drool to get his mouth on you. You were crouched down, squatting, as you gazed down at the camera, domineering, predatory. God he would fucking kill to have you look at him like that.

"P-please," a shaky moan escapes his lips as he speeds up, increasing the pressure on his thick cock as he runs his slick hands from base to tip, hips stuttering as they chase his hand each time it moves back up. He feels drool leak from his mouth as he stares open mouthed, in awe at your pictures, letting it run down his chin and drip down his neck, not willing to look away from your photo for even a second.

Your gorgeous thighs on full display, he can almost feel them still under his palm where he picked you up earlier. He wants to suffocate between them, feel them clench around his head as you sit on his face, rocking your hips back and forth on him as he runs his tongue through your folds. Fuck he can imagine how good you'd taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he drops the phone onto the bed, another moan ripping from his lips.

He wants to feel you everywhere, your nails running down his soft stomach, your legs on either side of his, your wet pussy rubbing on his cock. He wouldn't even care if he never got to fuck you, just the feeling of your skin against his would be enough.

Just the thought is enough to have him throwing his head back as he yells your name, large hand pumping his thick cock rapidly as his hips stutter in pleasure. "Oh god yes," he groans as he pushes his head back into the pillow, white hot pleasure ripping through his stomach as he cums all up his torso and down his hand.

He lazily pumps his cock as he reaches blindly for his phone, his hand moving languidly as he works himself through his orgasm, eyes opening slowly to get one last look at you.

His eyes snap open and his hand leaves his cock as he sits up abruptly, staring in horror at the photo he's been jacking off to. A year old, buried deep in your Instagram. Was that like already there?

He’s freaking out about it for the rest of the week hoping to god that you didn’t notice. There’s a justifiable reason for liking a post that old isn’t there? He was drunk, or high maybe? It popped up in his feed randomly?

Fuck this was the end of him.

He had been refreshing your socials and chats with him religiously since the incident, as he has dubbed it, wanting to know if you say anything at all that means you know. He prays you’ll be merciful and save his embarrassment.

He’s filming the next Chuckle episode with Ted and Tucker, but they can all tell he’s a million miles away. He blames it on being tired from Chuckle week when Ted asks, but the blush on his face and the way his eyes dart over to his second screen every few seconds give him away.

When the new Instagram photo from you pops up he physically fumbles with his shaker cup, hearing it clamber to the floor as he tries to hide his nerves and focus on Ted.

It’s no use though, he has to look. His mouth runs dry as his eyes lock onto the picture of you, another bikini pick, that same bikini, clearly taken in a studio somewhere. You’re leaning back against a wall, legs outstretched in front of you, eyes gazing up, half lidded, as the camera leans over you, a seductive smirk on your face. Fuck it’s like you’re staring right up at him.

“I see you lurking, don’t be shy," the caption reads. Oh god he’s so fucked.

“Jesus Jambo,” he stutters out in his best attempt at sounding fake angry, “shit guys I’ll be back, fuck sorry gotta sort this out.” Before Ted can get a word in he’s leaving the call, fumbling with his pants as he turns his webcam off.

He hisses when the cold air hits his hard cock, immediately spitting on his large palm and wrapping it around himself. He pushes down the anxiety he feels at doing this so close to his webcam, he’s too desperate to care. He stares at your picture as he strokes his cock hard and fast, he hasn’t got long, he has to get back to recording. God you look so enticing like this, thick thighs on display, tits hugged by the flimsy fabric of your bikini top. Fuck he wants to get his moth all over you. He wants to kneel between your thighs, hoist you up against that wall as he runs his tongue all over you. He wants to make you drip for him, he’d die happy if he got you even as half as hot as you get him.

The sound of a discord call rips through his headphones and he silently curses Ted as he stills his hand on his cock. He opens his eyes wirh a heaving breathe only for it to catch again when he sees your picture on his screen. You’re calling him.

Oh fuck.

He answers it with shaky hands, brain hazy as he forgets about his cock, exposed ans rock hard as he scoots into the desk to hide it from you.

“Hey there handsome,” you beam when you see his face pop up, flushed and sweaty. Bingo.

"H-hey," he stutters back, stomach clenching as you grin at him, "what’s up?"

"Not much," you shrug, chewing your lip to hide your smirk, "just been posting some photos, did you see them?"

Your innocent question and big eyes staring into him through the camera makes his cock drip precum, twitching for his attention as he shakes his head.

"No?" You hum as you look away briefly, hiding a small laugh as you rub your thumb over your lower lip, "well I’m sure you’ll like them."

He just nods, dumbly, obediently almost. He can’t form words, too busy thinking about your pretty lips and how much he’d kill to feel them against his own. He’d lay there and let you use him for hours for even a second of them stretched around his cock.

"Listen," you purr, interrupting his dirty thoughts, "are you free next Tuesday?"

He shakes his head as his brain fires back up at the question, focusing back on you, "Tuesday?" You nod as you type away at your computer, “uh I think so? Why?” He asks.

"I’m gonna be in New York," you hum as you turn back to face him, your teasing cascade dropping for a second as you smile, almost shyly at him, “It would be really nice to see you… just you.”

[dinkerr]

thinking about loser vi with a mean reader. oh my god i am about to BUST (rec from anon, nsfw under cut)

loser vi who is absolutely unbelievably broke (maybe from the ridiculous amount of money she's spent on funko pops, sims 4 game passes, the expensive ass eye shadow pallets she has (and will also buy for her baby sis) because she will absolutely never leave the house without a smoky eye, her belt collection (that you'd tie her hands with WHAT WHO SAID THAT), the vintage comic books she likes to collect (basically just anything interesting to her WILL lead to bad financial decisions. especially you.)

loser vi who's love language is physical touch with a little bit of gift giving and words of affirmation. will buy you anything just because she wants to (but not flowers, she'd make a bouquet herself by picking flowers she sees on her walks). just out of pure love. she thinks with her heart (cannon), she appreciates you and loves you and she wants you know that.

you two go thrifting together. you see a mini skirt or a flannel you like. you go up to her and ask for it (the same way she asks you to buy some fuckass spiderman boxers from target), and she cannot say no. you're her collar.

loser vi who likes tea. black tea. and colouring those colouring in books with markers and art pencils she borrowed from pow. and shed a good cook. makes lethal spaghetti.

loser vi who thinks you're so alluring. your style. the way you think at different times during the day. the music you like. the way you respond to people during arguments. how many blankets and pillows you like to sleep with. the way you get ready for the day. the piercings and tats you already have, and the ones you want to get. the way you wake up. your interests (bonus points if you have the same ones as her).

loser vi who would try to tease you herself throughout the day by wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hips pushing up against your ass a little more than it normally would with a normal hug, being all confident and saying something like "you're gonna be a good girl for me later, right?"

and you are so incredibly unbothered. and she absolutely loses her shit when you do this to her first chance you get, biting down on her bottom lip and giving you those needy puppy eyes when you rut your foot in between her thighs.

loser vi who loves 69, especially when she's ontop with her ass in the air for you to grope and slap, moaning with her tongue pressed flat against your cunt when you do.

loser vi who is naked, face down ass up later that day without you doing anything to her and you're still fully clothed sitting next to her. she's begging for you to touch her when she hides her pink dusted cheeks in her hands and pillows, her pussy so wet that she's sure she can feel it smeared on her thighs.

loser vi who would bark like she wants it. pls tell me someone gets this.

loser vi who, when it gets to a certain point of teasing from you would start crying, hands cupping her face and wiping away her tears with your thumbs and leaning your head down a little bit to kiss her. you won't slow with your thrusts, of course you won't, because she's just so cute when you're fucking her with your strap and you won't let her cum, the whimpers and moans she lets out being one of your favourite things ever.

loser vi who will beg to eat you out. mentioned this in a past post, she likes hiding her whole head under your skirt when she eats you out (this is for more of a fem reader sorry), she just finds it so sexy when you finally let her after you make her wait for so long, licking at your pussy like it's her favourite sport. it is.

loser vi who gets so frustrated when you ride her in reverse cowgirl, the harness of the strap brushing against her clit in a way that makes her uselessly whine in protest. she knows she can't touch you in any way, knows she can't slap your ass or grab your waist and hips or thrust her hips up to meet you or whatever the fuck because she knows she'll get introuble by you. not that she already isn't.

loser vi who likes taking you to the 7/11 that's 5 minutes away from her (parents) house after sex (or whenever, really), lowk melting into your touch when you kiss her in the middle of buying slushies and rainbow sour strips♡!!

sorry this isn't a fic i couldn't find it in me to write one. i fear she has risen my standards to beyond heaven. this is so ass. loser vi who is such a loser. that's it. there's nothing else to put.