#this was not proofread 😪

[omg-hellgirl]

The three* versions of why Mick Jagger slept with Pat Andrews, the mother of one of Brian Jones' children

*UPDATED: 04/03/2024.

In Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger by Christopher P. Andersen, this occasion is nothing more than a frankly unimaginative but evil plan by Mick to "break" the connection between Keith and Brian that arose when they started living together.

The entire narrative is built based on a timeline in which the three already live together in 102 Edith Grove. Describing that, while Mick was studying and had classes all day, Keith and Brian were alone in the apartment, rehearsing. And when it got cold, Keith and Brian would lie down together to stay warm.

In short, the book says that Brian and Keith were very close, and Mick wanted to break them up (it is also said that Mick realized that Brian was determined to replace him with the singer P. P. Pond). Mick’s attitudes were: He seduced Pat Andrews, the mother of Brian’s son Julian, and Brian himself.

In Keith Richards' biography, Life, there is a short excerpt about the incident that completely changes the narrative of Christopher P. Andersen's book because it differs in essentials: They didn't live in 102 Edith Grove yet. According to Keith:

Mick had come back drunk one night to visit Brian, found he wasn’t there and screwed his old lady. This caused a seismic tremble, upset Brian very badly and resulted in Pat leaving him. Brian also got thrown out of his flat. Mick felt a little responsible, so he found a flat in a dismal bungalow in Beckenham, in a suburban street, and we all went to live there. It was there I went in 1962 when I left home.

In Keith's version of the incident, the three did not live together yet, and Brian was only kicked from the place he lived with Pat after she slept with Mick. Therefore, this invalidates Andersen's entire story about this.

I'm not sure how Keith knew Mick was drunk, did Mick tell him that? Questionable, to say the least.

As far as I've read, over the two beds that were at 102 Edith Grove, Keith said:

There was no fixed rotation between the two beds and a couple of mattresses. And it didn’t really matter much; usually all three of us would wake up on that floor, where we had the enormous radiogram that Brian had brought with him, a great ’50s warm-up number.

So far, there are no explicit descriptions of sharing the bed to keep warm. Although he admits that "To go through that winter of ’62 was rough. It was a cold winter."

Whether this is something he deliberately left out or if this was also an incorrect story, we can only speculate.

The third version of the story, from A. E. Hotchner's 1990 book, Blown Away: The Rolling Stones and the Death of the Sixties, collaborates with something of Christopher P. Andersen's version.

Hotchner interviewed many people, including Ian Stewart, who was part of the band's original lineup in the 60s and continued working with the Stones until his death. The following excerpt is Ian Stewart's version.

Even though he had moved to Edith Grove, Brian continued to see her and sometimes spent the night with her. Well, one afternoon Jagger came to the flat looking for Brian who wasn’t there. So Mick hung around, eventually got Pat to get into bed with him and knocked her off. Brian found out about it, of course, and from then on it was a thorn in his relationship with Mick — which, I guess, is what Mick intended. There were plenty of ready and willing girls Mick knew from the Ealing Club and the Marquee, so I figure the only reason he balled Pat, who was certainly not very attractive, was to get at Brian.

According to Ian Stewart, Mick, Brian, and Keith already lived together in Edith Grove, and Brian occasionally visited Pat, who lived alone with their son, Julian. This differs from Keith's report that they moved together after the incident between Mick and Pat. There is also no mention of Mick being drunk.

Obviously, the interview was done before Ian Stewart's death in 1985.

"The last time I saw lan Stewart, a few weeks before he died, I asked him [...]"

I'll update this post if I come across other versions.

In the end, everyone chooses what to believe, but as I am bringing excerpts from both books, I feel a bit of responsibility for pointing out the differences between them and letting everyone draw their own conclusions. That doesn't mean I'll make a post for every difference between the books, tho.

[toucansafari]

The sprites are finally done, just one set of expressions are left

Now comes the extremely tedious and boring part (resizing, renaming, coding them into the game and testinggg)

[akimiiyo]

-> JEALOUSY

⌗synopsis : genshin men when they’re jealous.

⌗characters : diluc, kaeya, albedo, zhongli, childe, baizhu, xiao, thoma, ayato, heizou, wanderer, kazuha, tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, dainsleif, dottore, pantalone, capitano, pierro.

⌗cw : gn!reader, not proofread, lowercase intended, probably ooc.

he’s a gentleman, he doesn’t get jealous often because he knows for a fact that he has nothing to worry about. you’ve never done anything that made him feel as if he had to watch out and he’s certain that you never will. although he can still get annoyed at the sight of another man flirting with you. it was his insisting even after you turned him down that angered him the most. nonetheless, he doesn’t let such people interfere with his composure. he’ll act mature and take you somewhere else once he sees that the man has no intentions of leaving you alone. as soon as you both get a moment alone together, however, he won’t hesitate to plant a few more kisses than usual. just in case, y’know?

diluc, zhongli, alhaitham, neuvillette, dainsleif, capitano.

he won’t admit it, but he gets jealous often. he doesn’t want to confront you about it because he believes it’s embarrassing and silly to feel that way. i mean, you’re his and he’s yours. you love him so much, there’s no need to worry, right? yet, he still can’t help but fume at the sight of strangers complimenting you. he can’t blame them, but he still would rather for people to be blind if that meant that they’d leave you alone. he’s aware of how unfair that would be, so he just stays quiet, either sulking or glaring at those people as you offer them a kind smile until you’re both alone where he’ll be needing your utmost attention.

xiao, albedo, thoma, kazuha, kaveh, baizhu.

he’s jealous and he’ll show it. hit on his partner? right in front of him? absolutely not. he might try to keep his calm at first, but as time passes and this scumbag is still around, he won’t hold back. not to worry, he won’t do anything extreme (unless he’s forced to do so), he just wants to make things clear to this guy. he’ll keep it simple at first, simply making subtle comments until he actually starts going straight to the point. after a while, he’ll take your arm and walk away with you, now being angrier than before. the way that guy was talking to him, but especially you, has him furious. be prepared to listen to his angry rant about that random dude. be also prepared to shut him up, you know how.

kaeya, childe, heizou, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, lyney.

this guy almost sees you as his property, his jealousy is unmatched. he won’t take anything lightly. if you’re trying to make advantages on his partner, then you’re asking for it. simple as that! he won’t let anyone think they might have a chance with you because you’re destined to be with him and only him. so obviously, he must make it clear to everybody to not even try. if someone is bold enough though, he’ll just stand beside you, piercing through this man’s soul with his icy gaze. thankfully, nothing ever escalated from that. not that he wouldn’t be capable of doing that, these poor souls simply knew better than to get against someone of that status and reputation.

ayato, dottore, pantalone, pierro.

⌗a/n : im not really proud of this, i might edit it once i have time. it’s 4am and i was supposed to be studying, but i ended up writing this instead. talk about procrastination 😪 let me know if i made any mistakes pls

want to read more? take a look at my masterlist!

©2024 akimiiyo. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

[sixeyesonathiel]

infinite void? more like infinite errands!

being married to the strongest sorcerer has its perks—like teleporting across continents for pudding at 3am—but for gojo satoru, nothing could have prepared him for the emotional rollercoaster that is your cravings. between taho diplomacy, gummy-related interrogations, and gelato-fueled meltdowns, he faces his most terrifying foe yet: love, in its most hormonal, snack-obsessed form.

a/n: enjoy the 6k words of satoru suffering, simping, teleporting, and getting emotionally whiplashed by the love of his life <3 i’m literally dozing off while formatting and proofreading this, if you see any error pls tell... i sleep now 😪

even gojo satoru—the strongest sorcerer alive—trembles before the wrath of his pregnant wife’s 3am food demands.

the curtains are drawn shut, casting a warm, drowsy amber across the bedroom. outside, the soft hum of cicadas lingers in the summer air. inside, you’re nestled in a fortress of pillows like some spoiled, slightly overcooked bao bun, one leg propped atop a plush bolster and the other tucked under a heating pad. the air smells faintly of lavender balm and something vaguely sugary—leftover cravings from the previous night.

satoru sits at the edge of the bed, thumbing through a baby names book with one hand and absentmindedly holding your ankle in the other, gently massaging in slow, practiced circles. he’s wearing a navy blue hoodie with the sleeves bunched up around his elbows, silver hair mussed from sleep and sticking up like the petals of a windswept flower. his blindfold is pushed up into his hair, revealing the full brilliance of his eyes, which scan the pages with a kind of amused seriousness. the light catches on his long eyelashes as he blinks, casting delicate shadows on his cheekbones.

“how about... ‘tangerine’? no? okay, okay—‘yuzu’?” he glances up at you with a teasing glint in his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking upward as his thumb draws a gentle circle around your ankle bone.

you don’t even open your eyes. “that’s a fruit.” your voice is muffled, cheek squished against a pillow, a strand of hair stuck to your slightly parted lips.

“so’s our baby, technically,” he grins, pushing his thumb slightly deeper into a sore spot near your heel. “a little fruit of our loins—” his eyebrows dance mischievously as he speaks, fingers drumming playfully against your skin.

“satoru.” you scrunch your nose in mock annoyance, shifting slightly against the pillows.

“right, sorry. sacred temple. your womb is a sacred temple.” he straightens his posture dramatically, placing his free hand over his heart with exaggerated reverence.

you groan into the pillow, but your toes curl at the ankle massage. then suddenly you bolt upright, eyes flashing. “did you just compare our CHILD to FRUIT?” your hair falls messily around your face as you rise, one sleeve of your oversized t-shirt slipping off your shoulder.

he freezes, thumb mid-massage, his confident smile faltering. “i—well, technically the size comparison apps do that all the—” he swallows visibly, adam’s apple bobbing as he realizes his tactical error, fingers stilling on your ankle.

“our baby is NOT an AVOCADO!” you shriek, tears already forming, your lower lip quivering dangerously as you clutch the nearest pillow to your chest.

“of course not!” he backtracks frantically, dropping the book with a soft thud onto the carpet. “more like... a sacred vessel? a divine manifestation? the culmination of—” his hands gesture wildly in the air, silver rings catching the light as he searches for appropriate words.

“i want taho,” you interrupt, mood switching instantly, voice honey-sweet again, batting your eyelashes as you tilt your head to one side.

“taho,” he repeats, relieved for the simple request, shoulders visibly relaxing as he brushes a strand of hair from his forehead.

“but not from the vendor on the main street,” you continue, your expression dead serious, finger wagging for emphasis. “it has to be from the old man who sets up by the mango trees. and only if he’s using the special brown sugar from his cousin’s farm, not the store-bought kind. you can tell by the smell—it’s more molasses-y. and make sure he gives you extra arnibal, but not too extra, like three tablespoons extra, not four. and the tofu needs to be from this morning’s batch—if it’s from yesterday, it’ll be too firm. the silken texture should wobble EXACTLY three times when you shake the container gently. oh, and ask him to put the sago pearls on the side, not mixed in, so they don’t get too soft on the journey back. and the container needs to be warm but not hot, like exactly the temperature of a baby’s bath water.” you count each requirement on your fingers, leaning forward with increasing intensity.

he’s gone before you finish the sentence, a soft whoosh of cursed energy rippling through the room, leaving behind the faintest crackle in the air and the subtle displacement of the bedsheets where he once sat. no sparkles or dramatic flair—just quiet efficiency. he’s done this too many times to make a show of it anymore.

five minutes later, he’s back, hair tousled by wind, hoodie now zipped halfway up and clinging to him like he’d been sprinting through alleys. his cheeks are slightly pink from the sun, a thin film of sweat glistening at his temples.

“manong said i looked too pale to be out in the sun,” he mutters, placing the warm taho container in your waiting hands with reverence, his long fingers brushing against yours. “he gave me extra arnibal out of pity.” he smooths down his windblown hair with quick, slightly embarrassed movements.

you sit up, eyes half-lidded with sleep but sparkling with delight. “tell him your wife’s a goddess carrying divine offspring next time.” you wiggle your eyebrows, accepting the container with grabby hands.

“i did,” he says, dropping to sit beside you and poking a straw into the taho, his knee bumping playfully against yours. “he gave me a thumbs up and told me to ‘hang in there, hijo.’” he mimics the old vendor’s gravelly voice, complete with a sage nod.

you snort, mouth full of silky tofu and syrup. “you’ve become a local.” a small dribble of syrup escapes the corner of your mouth.

then you pause, straw halfway to your mouth. “wait. what did you tell him about me exactly?” your eyes narrow suspiciously, straw frozen in midair.

satoru looks up, sensing danger. “just that my beautiful wife is pregnant and craving taho?” he leans slightly away from you, instinctively creating distance as he senses the mood shift.

“did you tell him i’m enormous?” your eyes narrow further, nostrils flaring slightly. “did you make the universal ‘big belly’ gesture with your hands? did you MIME my WADDLE?”

“what? no!” his eyes widen in genuine panic, hands raised defensively. “i would never—” his rings catch the light as his fingers splay in protest.

“because i DO waddle,” you continue, lower lip trembling, your hands moving to cradle your belly protectively. “i waddle like a PENGUIN. a FAT penguin.” a tear slides dramatically down your cheek.

“you glide gracefully,” he insists, looking increasingly distressed, reaching for your hand with tentative movements. “like a... majestic... swan?” his voice rises at the end, betraying his uncertainty.

you burst into tears. “swans have LONG NECKS. are you saying my NECK is LONG?” you wail, shoulders shaking, sleeve slipping further down your arm.

“no! your neck is perfect! everything about you is perfect!” he’s practically pleading now, the mighty gojo satoru reduced to stammering, his usual composure completely shattered. “i love your waddle! i mean—your not-waddle! your walk! your everything!” he runs a hand through his hair in agitation, making it stand up even more wildly.

you take another sip of taho, suddenly calm again. “this is really good. thank you, baby.” you smile sweetly, all traces of distress vanishing as you delicately lick syrup from your lips.

he exhales slowly, shoulders slumping with visible relief, a hand pressed against his chest as if to calm his racing heart.

he leans in, stealing a bite with a second straw like you’re sharing a milkshake. his leg nudges against yours under the covers. “anything for my darling, my queen, my slightly hormonal ray of sunshine.” his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, the blue in them almost luminous in the amber light.

“i’m gonna cry.” your bottom lip wobbles dramatically, eyes immediately filling with tears again.

“is it the hormones or the taho?” he asks, thumb gently wiping a drop of syrup from your chin.

“yes.” you sniff loudly, leaning into his touch.

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple, his fingers grazing the fine baby hairs at your nape. his palm moves to your belly, rubbing slow, warm circles through your oversized sleep shirt. “next craving, just say the word. i’ll be back before you can say ‘global import taxes.’” his breath is warm against your skin, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

“i want the sour rainbow gummy strips. the ones from that specific konbini in osaka. not the one near the train station—the one three blocks east with the cat that sits in the window. and it HAS to be the package with the blue corner, not the green one. the blue ones are more sour. and they need to be from the middle shelf, not the bottom one, because the bottom shelf ones get too warm from the heating vent. oh, and make sure they were stocked today, not yesterday. you can tell because the fresh ones have a slight bend in the plastic wrapper.” you count off each requirement on your fingers again, eyes bright with determination.

he exhales like a man being sent on a divine quest, but his eyes sparkle with determination. “for love, for honor, for vaguely sour artificial fruit flavors that meet seventeen specific criteria.” he gives a dramatic bow, hand flourishing over his heart.

and then—pop—he’s gone again, the air beside the bed displaced, your hair rustling slightly from the force.

you blink at the empty space where he’d been. then you sigh, deeply content. being married to the strongest sure has its perks.

thirty minutes later, he returns with a crinkly plastic bag and three different brands of rainbow gummies. his shirt is sticking to his back, and there’s a leaf tangled in his hair, which is now flattened on one side as if he’s been running his hand through it repeatedly.

“why did it take so long?” you raise a suspicious eyebrow, biting down on a chewy strip, your eyes narrowing as you examine his disheveled state.

he flops dramatically onto the bed, limbs splayed like a marionette cut from its strings. “turns out it’s a limited seasonal item. had to fight off three middle schoolers for the last pack. almost got arrested. worth it.” his chest rises and falls rapidly as he speaks, a thin sheen of sweat visible on his collarbone.

“you better have gotten me the fizzy ones.” you poke his side with your toe, examining the bag with critical eyes.

he holds them up like sacred relics, eyes sparkling with pride. “with extra sour powder. i had to charm the cashier.” he wiggles his eyebrows, a strand of hair falling across his forehead.

your expression shifts instantly from hunger to outright murderous. “you WHAT?” tears well up in your eyes faster than he can blink, your hands curling into claws. “so you’re just out there batting your pretty eyelashes at konbini girls while i’m here looking like a BEACHED WHALE?” your voice rises dramatically, one hand gesturing wildly at your belly.

“i—i didn’t mean—i just smiled i swear—!” he stammers, sitting up quickly, the leaf falling from his hair onto the bedspread.

“did she give you her number?” your voice rises an octave, hands curling into claws. “did you TAKE it?” your nostrils flare dangerously as you lean toward him.

“it was for the gummies!” he sputters, looking genuinely terrified for the first time since sukuna, pressing himself back against the headboard. “she was going to sell them to someone else!”

you burst into tears, full-on ugly crying now. “of course she was! everyone wants a piece of gojo satoru! meanwhile i can’t even see my own FEET!” you gesture dramatically at your legs, sleeves flapping with the motion.

he stares at you, bewildered and panicking. “love, darling, light of my—” his hands hover helplessly in the air between you, unsure whether touching you would help or make things worse.

you snatch the gummies from his hands and stuff three strips into your mouth at once. “i hope she was UGLY,” you mumble through your full mouth, tears still streaming, cheeks puffed out with candy.

“horrifically so,” he swears solemnly, though you both know he’s lying. “multiple heads. fangs. probably a curse in disguise.” he draws an X over his heart, eyes wide with false sincerity.

you narrow your eyes, then suddenly break into giggles, mood shifting like mercury. “you’re so full of shit.” a piece of candy falls from your mouth onto your shirt.

“you’re glowing with divine fury. it’s hot.” he grins, reaching out to brush the candy away, his fingers lingering on your shoulder.

“shut up and feed me before i change my mind about forgiving you.” you open your mouth like a baby bird, eyes challenging him.

he does, reverently. he even wipes the sugar dust from the corner of your lips with a soft tissue, fingertips lingering for half a second longer than necessary, like you might disappear if he doesn’t stay connected.

between bites, you mumble something about wanting a foot rub later. he nods solemnly like a knight accepting a royal decree, his hand already moving to your ankle.

the afternoon sun shifts through the curtains, painting gold across your shared bed. satoru has taken up his position at your feet again, thumbs working magic into your arches. you’ve half-dozed off, the sugar crash hitting hard after demolishing most of the gummies.

suddenly, you jolt awake. “i need pickles. but not just any pickles. i need the half-sour ones from that jewish deli in new york. the one with the red awning, not the blue one. and they have to come from the barrel on the left side, not the right side. the right side ones are too garlicky. and they need to have been brining for EXACTLY seven days—any less and they’re too cucumbery, any more and they’re too soft. and i need them sliced lengthwise, not in rounds. oh, and can you bring back some of their mustard too? but only if it’s the batch made on wednesday, because thursdays they add too much turmeric.” you sit up suddenly, hair wildly messy on one side, eyes bright with newfound purpose.

satoru blinks, trying to mentally record all these specifications, his brow furrowing in concentration. “anything else, my love?” he asks carefully, fingers pausing on your foot.

“yes. i need to dip them in chocolate pudding. not store-bought. it has to be the pudding from that café in paris with the blue chairs. the one that uses madagascar vanilla beans and that specific brand of dark chocolate that’s 73.5% cacao, not 70%, not 75%.” you clasp your hands together as if in prayer, eyes gleaming with devotion to this new craving.

he stares at you for a long moment, then simply nods, a lock of silver hair falling across his forehead. “pickles from new york, pudding from paris. got it.” he rises from the bed, stretching his long arms above his head, his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach.

“and satoru?” you call as he prepares to teleport, fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “don’t mix them before you get back. the pickle juice makes the pudding separate.”

pop.

you watch him through heavy eyelids as he focuses on your feet, his expression soft but concentrated. his hair falls forward, obscuring his eyes slightly. you’ve memorized every curve of his face, every microexpression, but somehow seeing him like this—so gentle, so devoted—makes your hormones riot. one second you’re overcome with love so intense it hurts, and the next you’re irrationally annoyed that he’s breathing too loudly.

“what if the baby has your eyes?” you murmur drowsily, tracing circles on your belly with your fingertip.

he looks up, startled by the question, his hands pausing momentarily. “let’s hope not. might be a handful at parent-teacher conferences.” a strand of hair falls across his eyes as he tilts his head thoughtfully.

“but they’re beautiful.” your voice softens, eyes meeting his with unexpected tenderness.

his cheeks color slightly, a rare show of bashfulness from the normally confident sorcerer. “flattery will get you nowhere, except perhaps another foot rub tomorrow.” he ducks his head, focusing intently on your feet again, but not before you catch the pleased smile tugging at his lips.

“i’ll take it.” you sink back into the pillows with a contented sigh.

three nights later, you bolt upright at 3:42 a.m. and slap his arm. “toru. TORU.” your hair is a wild nest around your face, eyes wide with urgent purpose.

he sits up with a start, hair standing on end like he just got electrocuted, blindfold askew across his forehead. “what? labor? demons? is it sukuna again? i’ll kill him with a slipper.” his hands are already forming a seal, cursed energy crackling faintly around his fingers.

“no. i want that specific grilled cheese sandwich from that diner in brooklyn. the one with the checkered floors, not the one with the neon sign. and it has to be made by the old guy with the mustache—not the young one, he uses too much butter. make sure they use the white cheddar, not the yellow, and the sourdough bread needs to be toasted for EXACTLY three and a half minutes so it’s golden brown but not dark brown. and tell them to cut it diagonally, not straight across, and to let it rest for exactly forty-five seconds before wrapping it so the cheese sets but doesn’t harden. oh, and NO pickles on the side—actually, yes pickles, but the half-sour ones from the jar under the counter, not the ones they put out for everyone else.” you grip his arm tightly, eyes shining with fevered intensity in the darkness.

he stares at you, groggy and incredulous, one eye half-closed, his silver hair flattened on one side. you stare back, eyes wide and a little watery, lower lip caught between your teeth.

“please?” you whisper, your lips puckering in a pout. your hands rest protectively over your belly, thumbs brushing together in circles, nightshirt stretched tight across your rounded form.

it works. it always works.

pop.

he’s back in twelve minutes, the scent of butter and garlic clinging to his hoodie. he places the sandwich in your lap like it’s a newborn, the white paper wrapping still warm to the touch.

“i tipped the guy a hundred dollars. he gave me his grandma’s pickles too.” he drops a small jar beside you, condensation beading on the glass, his movements slow with lingering sleepiness.

you grab the sandwich reverently, as if it’s the last meal on earth, inhaling its aroma with closed eyes. “you’re a good man.” your voice is almost solemn with gratitude.

“remind me of that when i’m sleep-deprived and covered in spit-up.” he rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand, stifling a yawn.

“you already look like someone who owns ten diaper bags.” you take a bite, a string of cheese stretching from your mouth to the sandwich.

“they’re color-coordinated. don’t underestimate me.” he flicks his wrist as if displaying an invisible catalog, slumping back against the headboard.

you eat in thoughtful silence, savoring each bite like it’s ambrosia, then suddenly burst into tears. “it’s so good,” you wail, mouth still full, a crumb catching on your lower lip. “why is cheese so BEAUTIFUL?”

satoru blinks rapidly, caught off guard by the emotional whiplash, his hand freezing halfway to your shoulder. “do you... want me to get another one?” he asks cautiously, weighing each word.

“NO!” you snap, then immediately reach for his hand with a desperate look, nearly knocking over the pickle jar. “yes? maybe? i don’t know what i want anymore!” your grip on his fingers is almost painful.

he watches you with a mixture of adoration, exhaustion, and mild terror, chin propped in his palm. the baby kicks, a sudden flurry of movement that makes you pause mid-emotional breakdown.

“active tonight,” you mumble through a mouthful of cheese, placing a hand where the kick landed.

satoru’s hand finds your belly without hesitation, his palm warm through your thin nightshirt. his eyes widen slightly as another kick meets his touch, lips parting in quiet wonder. “strong like their mother.”

“flatterer.” you roll your eyes but can’t stop your lips from curving into a smile.

“no, really,” he insists, voice uncommonly soft, fingers splaying gently across your rounded belly. “not even six continents of distance could keep you from your cravings. that’s power.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “power would be being able to get my own damn sandwiches without feeling like a beached whale.” you brush a crumb from your chest with exaggerated dignity.

he leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the dim light. “i’d cross every ocean for you. for both of you.” his breath is warm against your face, voice dropping to a whisper.

“even for pickle juice at four in the morning?” you tilt your head, eyes challenging despite their softness.

“especially then.” he presses a gentle kiss to your nose.

one week later, you demand gelato from venice. “and not the tourist kind. the real kind. specifically from that tiny shop on the corner of via garibaldi and that alley with the blue door—not the green door, the BLUE door. and only the pistachio flavor made by the old lady, not her son. he churns it too much and it gets icy. make sure they scrape it from the bottom left corner of the container because that’s where it’s creamiest. and it needs to be in the white paper cup, not the plastic one, because the plastic makes it taste different. oh, and if they offer you that wafer cookie thing on top, say no. unless it’s the rectangular one with the sugar crystals, not the round one.” you pace the bedroom as you speak, one hand supporting your lower back, the other gesturing emphatically.

“you want me to teleport to italy,” he repeats, eyebrows rising slowly, fingers pausing on the book he was reading. “at eleven at night.”

“don’t act like you haven’t done it for fun.” you narrow your eyes, hands moving to your hips.

“but that was pre-baby that was me being whimsical. this is you being a gremlin.” he marks his place in the book with a finger, head tilting to one side.

“this gremlin has swollen ankles and can end you with a look.” you point at your puffy feet for emphasis, toes wiggling ominously.

he sighs, closing his book with a soft snap. “you know what? fair.”

he disappears before you can finish your smug grin. twenty minutes later, you’re eating gelato while satoru rants about pigeons, his hands gesturing wildly, his normally perfect hair windswept and slightly damp from italian humidity.

“i tried to eat it there, for like, the whole experience,” he says, hands gesturing wildly, a smear of pistachio at the corner of his mouth. “but the pigeons. babe. the pigeons wanted blood.”

you lick the edge of your cup, then suddenly narrow your eyes. “wait. so you had time to sit down and try to eat there? while i was here SUFFERING?” you point your spoon at him accusingly, eyes widening dramatically.

his face falls, genuine distress flashing in his eyes. “it was—i thought—maybe thirty seconds?” he holds up his thumb and forefinger to indicate the tiny amount of time, shoulders hunching defensively.

“you went SIGHTSEEING?” your voice rises to glass-shattering pitch, spoon clattering to the floor. “i bet you took PICTURES for the MEMORIES!”

he swallows hard, looking like a man facing execution, adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “i just—you always say i should appreciate the moment and—” his fingers twist nervously in the hem of his shirt.

you burst into laughter so abruptly he physically startles, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. “your FACE! oh my god, you should see your face right now!” you continue giggling, one hand clutching your belly, then just as quickly, your expression turns somber. “this gelato needs chocolate sauce. why didn’t you think of chocolate sauce?” your lower lip juts out in dramatic disappointment.

his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “i... can go back?” he offers tentatively, already half-rising from the bed.

“no, it’s fine,” you sigh dramatically, gazing forlornly at your gelato, stirring it with slow, mournful movements. “i’ll just suffer. alone. with my inferior dessert.”

he looks genuinely pained, caught between panic and confusion, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “i’ll be right back—”

“NO!” you grab his wrist, suddenly desperate, nearly upending the gelato cup. “i was kidding! don’t leave me! what if the baby comes while you’re hunting for chocolate in venice?”

“it’s... week twenty-three,” he says carefully, like he’s disarming a bomb, eyes fixed on your grip on his wrist.

“anything could happen,” you whisper intensely, clutching your gelato protectively to your chest. “anything.” your eyes are wide and serious, a tiny dot of pistachio on the tip of your nose.

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he hasn’t known peace since week sixteen.

some nights, when the cravings subside and the world grows quiet, you find him with his head resting against your belly, whispering stories about infinity and curses and all the places he’ll take them someday. sometimes you catch fragments—tales of mountains that touch the sky, oceans that glow in the dark, cities where time moves differently. his fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin as he speaks, his blindfold discarded, eyes soft in the dim light.

“did you just tell our unborn child about that time you beat sukuna’s ass at shinjuku?” you ask sleepily one night, fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

he doesn’t deny it, lips curving into a smile against your skin. “they should know their father is very cool.” he turns his head slightly to meet your gaze, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“tell them about the time you cried watching that documentary about penguins.” you tug gently at his hair, fighting a smile.

“betrayal,” he whispers, but his lips curve into a smile against your skin, his thumb drawing circles near your navel. “fine. i have many dimensions. emotional depth is sexy.”

“mmmm,” you hum, fingers threading through his silver hair, enjoying the silky texture between your fingers. “i liked when you said the penguin couples who stay together forever reminded you of us.”

even in the dark, you can tell he’s blushing, the tip of his ear turning pink where it peeks through his hair. “i was sleep-deprived.” he mumbles against your belly, hiding his face.

“you’re always sleep-deprived. occupational hazard of loving me.” you trace the shell of his ear with your fingertip.

his laugh is soft against your belly, breath warm through the thin fabric of your nightshirt. “worth it.”

by week twenty-five, he keeps a backpack by the door labeled ‘snack quest gear.’ inside are a passport, an umbrella, three currencies, spicy dried mangoes, a backup blindfold, and wet wipes. he updates it weekly like it’s a mission kit. sometimes you catch him restocking it with the focus of a soldier prepping for battle, his brow furrowed in concentration as he checks off an invisible list.

he has a spreadsheet for cravings. with timestamps. and detailed reviews. you rated the brooklyn grilled cheese 9/10 but deducted a point because he forgot the pickle slice on the side. he never made that mistake again. you’ve caught him studying the spreadsheet late at night, highlighting patterns like he’s tracking a particularly elusive curse.

sometimes he tries to guess your cravings before you say them. he warps in with takoyaki one afternoon while you’re quietly reading. you laugh so hard you cry, snorting inelegantly as you try to catch your breath.

“i just wanted ice,” you manage between hiccups, wiping tears from your cheeks.

he disappears and returns in thirty seconds with a cup of shaved ice in the shape of a swan, condensation beading on the outside of the glass. “do i win?” his eyes gleam with childlike hopefulness.

you nod, eyes glassy with laughter. “you win. you always win.” you accept the ice with both hands, your fingers brushing against his.

one morning you wake to find him gone, a note on his pillow: “emergency meeting. back soon. don’t have the baby without me.”

“HOW DARE HE,” you shriek to the empty room, suddenly and irrationally furious. you crumple the note into a ball and throw it across the room with surprising force. “he LEFT me. ABANDONED. in my CONDITION.”

the note bounces off the wall, leaving a tiny mark that you’ll definitely blame him for later. your hands shake with indignation as you grab your phone from the nightstand, nearly knocking over the glass of water satoru had carefully placed there last night.

you’re halfway through typing an all-caps text message about his betrayal when your mood flips entirely, and you’re suddenly overcome with guilt for being angry. tears spring to your eyes as you smooth out the crumpled note with trembling fingers.

“what if he never comes back?” you whisper dramatically to your belly, running your palm over the taut skin beneath your oversized t-shirt. “what if the love is gone? what if—”

your stomach growls, loudly, interrupting your spiral of despair.

“really?” you mutter to your belly. “now?”

you wait, hoping the feeling will pass, drumming your fingers impatiently against your swollen abdomen. it doesn’t. what you want—no, what you need—are those specific egg tarts from that tiny bakery in hong kong. the ones with the perfectly caramelized tops and the custard that’s somehow both firm and silky.

you reach for your phone, then pause, lower lip caught between your teeth. there’s something strangely satisfying about waiting, about knowing he’ll come back and immediately sense what you need.

two hours later, he bursts through the door looking harried, blindfold slightly askew, wisps of silver hair sticking out at odd angles. “sorry, sorry—gojo clan politics, you don’t want to know—” his long fingers adjust the blindfold, revealing a hint of that impossible blue beneath.

“i want egg tarts,” you interrupt, not bothering with hello. you shift your weight on the bed, one hand supporting your lower back. “the ones from mrs. chan’s bakery in hong kong, down the alley with the red lanterns. but ONLY if she made them after 10am today, because the morning batch uses eggs from the vendor who feeds his chickens fish meal and it changes the flavor. and make sure they’re from the third tray, not the first two—those are always undercooked in the center. they should be golden brown with EXACTLY seven visible burn spots on the crust, not six, not eight. and they need to still be warm, but not hot—exactly 27 minutes out of the oven. oh, and if she offers you the ones with the swirly tops, say no. i only want the ones with the flat tops, because the swirly ones have more air bubbles.”

satoru’s lips part slightly, his head tilting to one side in that way that makes your heart flutter despite your current state of hormonal chaos.

“how did you know?” you blink in surprise.

he taps his temple with a long, elegant finger, a smug smile playing at his lips. “twenty-seven weeks in. i’ve developed a sixth sense. i call it ‘pregnant spouse intuition.’”

your eyes immediately well with tears, your hands clasping together against your chest. “that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you whisper, voice thick with emotion.

he smiles, shoulders visibly relaxing, relief washing over his perfect face. “well, i—”

“or are you MOCKING me?” you snap, tears evaporating, eyes narrowing dangerously. you sit up straighter, nostrils flaring. “making fun of my PERFECTLY NORMAL cravings? laughing at my SUFFERING?”

his smile drops instantly, replaced by genuine alarm, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “no! never! i love your cravings! the more specific and geographically impossible, the better!”

your expression softens again, just as quickly, shoulders slumping as you rest one hand on your belly. “really? you’re not just saying that?”

he approaches cautiously, like someone trying not to startle a beautiful but unpredictable wild animal. his movements are fluid but hesitant, the fabric of his dark jeans whispering against his long legs. “i live to serve your every culinary whim,” he says with complete sincerity, a bead of sweat forming at his temple, catching the light as it slides down. “it’s my greatest joy in life.”

you beam at him, dimples appearing in both cheeks. “good. now go get my egg tarts before i burn this entire place down.”

pop.

forty minutes later, you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, box of egg tarts balanced on your belly, making indecent noises with each bite. satoru watches you with fond amusement, chin propped in his palm, the late afternoon light filtering through the blinds casting stripes across his impossibly perfect face.

“good?” he asks, already knowing the answer, one eyebrow arched above his blindfold.

you nod emphatically, flakes of pastry clinging to your lips. “she gave you extra?” you ask between bites, licking your fingers with unabashed pleasure.

“she thinks i’m part of a smuggling ring,” he admits, a dimple appearing in his right cheek as he smiles. “says nobody comes that far for egg tarts unless they’re selling them black market.”

“technically, i am a black market,” you gesture to your round belly with a sticky finger. “highest bidder gets premium goods.”

he climbs into bed next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight, pulling the blanket over both your bodies, his long, graceful hand curving instinctively around your belly. his thumb moves in lazy arcs against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“when the baby’s born,” he murmurs into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp, “they’ll never believe the lengths i went for snacks.”

“they’ll know,” you whisper, eyelids drooping, nestling back against his solid chest. “they’ll have inherited the craving powers.”

“my legacy lives on.” his voice is a low rumble you can feel through your spine.

just before sleep claims you, you hear another quiet pop beside the bed.

he’s gone again.

he forgot the soy sauce for your rice crackers.

he returns in under a minute, face pale with urgency, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, clutching the soy sauce bottle like it might save his life.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his fitted black shirt, “i can’t believe i—”

“took so long?” you finish, voice dripping with sugar-sweet venom. you sit up straight, hair mussed from almost-sleep, eyes suddenly sharp and accusing. “were you chatting with someone prettier? someone NOT carrying thirty extra pounds of water weight?”

his eyes widen with genuine panic behind the blindfold, his knuckles whitening around the bottle. “it was forty-seven seconds! i counted!”

your bottom lip trembles dangerously, your fingers plucking nervously at the bedsheet. “you’ve never forgotten before. never.”

“i know,” he whispers, voice cracking slightly as he kneels beside the bed, offering the soy sauce like a penitent knight. a lock of silver hair falls across his forehead as he bows his head. “i’ve failed you. our sacred pact is broken.”

you snatch the bottle, still glaring, nostrils flared,

then suddenly beam at him with pure adoration, your entire face transforming in an instant. “thank you, baby. you’re the best husband ever.”

he blinks rapidly, emotional whiplash evident in his stunned expression. a muscle twitches in his jaw. he opens his mouth to speak, then seems to think better of it, slowly rising to his feet with the careful movements of someone who has just narrowly avoided catastrophe.

smart man.

[mntozakii]

pairings: jeno x reader

i miss baek hyunwoo and hong haein so much 😪 please enjoy this cheap copy of queen of tears but make it jeno

tags: breeding kink brr, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship

note: not proofread yet so here goes nothing,,, lmk what u think !!

your grandfather owns the largest department store in the country, it comes with perks such as doing internship under your boyfriend’s department.

legal director jeno who rarely gets to see you in the office so he makes sure to send you home everyday, he waits in his car as he watches you cutely stomps to him. as soon as you get inside, you kicked off your heels and took off your coat before he starts driving.

“baby, can you believe mr. park made fun of me because i don’t know how to use a coffee machine?” oh, that must be the reason why you seem so upset, jeno softly caresses your thigh as he listens to your grumbles about your supervisor.

“there’s no way everyone in that office knows how to use one, right?” you turn around to your boyfriend, he can only chuckle hearing your question. his dearest girlfriend can be a little out of touch but jeno likes that you are always willing to listen and learn from him. in fact, you did your first ever grocery shopping with jeno. he was beyond baffled when he found out that you never do one, your family has people who keep the fridge restocked all the time.

“princess, most people know how to use a coffee machine.” jeno whispers softly before taking your hand and kisses your knuckle. he doesn’t blame you though since you practically get everything done by your maids.

“it’s okay baby, i will teach you” jeno squeezes your hand and continues to drive. you love that jeno always teach you things that you don’t know, he is always patient and kind with you.

it is friday and you always stay over at his place during the weekend. your family is not exactly happy with your decision to date him but they cannot do much, not when your grandfather defends your love life decision.

once jeno arrives home, he wastes no time to pull you closely to his body and showers you with kisses. his briefcase falls on the floor as he carries you to his room, he gently put you down before going tsk-tsk over your almost inappropriate office outfit. jeno just hates how the female staffs talk about you and how the male staffs gawk at your body like a predator.

“baby, you need to stop wearing short skirts to the office, the hr department wouldn’t like it” jeno mumbles as he takes off his tie before wrapping it around your neck like a collar, your heart beats in anticipation when jeno unbuttons your white blouse and removes each piece of clothing from your body then undresses himself.

jeno lets you to straddle him as he admires your beautiful face, he lets out a small laugh seeing the dainty diamond necklace. few months into the relationship, he remembers spending three months worth of salaries for your birthday gift as an attempt to impress you. although you seem to be happier with the really big jellycat bunny he gifted, the same bunny that is always on his bed whenever jeno fucks you into oblivion.

jeno fondles with your thighs as he lets you to take over, you play with his fresh undercut while you slowly grind your clit against his hardening cock. jeno smiles when he hears your breathy moans turns into a pathetic whine, you are going crazy with the constant poking from his tip against your sensitive bud.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you try to compose yourself, jeno hums when he notices you’re no longer rubbing yourself on him. before he says something, you quickly kiss him to shut him off. you know that he doesn’t like seeing you delay your orgasm, he loves watching you crumble. he will only delay your pleasure when he wants to punish you (which rarely happens).

“baby— ‘m too sensitive” you pout when he shakes his head in disapproval, jeno taps his fingers against your thigh as he counts to three.

“one”

“two”

you give a little whimper of protest before you start to rub yourself against him again, you heave out a sigh when your throbbing core glide on his veiny length. jeno looks down at the adorable sight of you trying to put his dick into your cunt, he playfully pinches your clit.

“let me do it for you, princess” jeno kisses your lips sweetly as he lines up his cock on your dripping pussy, he pulls you down to sit on him as his cock sinks inside of your hole.

“so fucking tight and warm” jeno mumbles as he feels your walls pulse around him, he rubs your clit in a circular motion and chuckles when you cries for more. your boyfriend holds you by your hips and thrusts up into your cunt as his thumb focuses on the tiny button of yours, your nails dig deeper into his shoulder as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. you try to push his hand away but he distracts you with a kiss,

“keep your hands off or i’ll tie them up” jeno warns before he gives a hard thrust into your dripping pussy, loud squelching noises fills the room as he keeps on fucking you. he flicks your clit again and again before giving a deep thrust into your poor pussy, he moans out when you let out a tiny squirt.

“fuck baby, does it feel that good, hmm?” jeno asks as he continues to fuck you in the same pace to reach his high, you can’t even reply to him and just nod lazily as he abuses your sensitive hole. jeno lets out a deep grunt as he shot warm ropes of semen inside of you, he pulls you to lay downside on the bed with him.

“you’d look so beautiful carrying my babies” jeno mumbles as he caresses your tummy, he just wants to breed you and make you a mommy. he pulls out to see his cum oozes out of your pussy, he groans before warming his cock inside of you again. it takes every strength of him to not start fucking you, he kisses the blade of your shoulder instead.

“should i get off the pills?” you playfully ask and laugh when he pinches your cheek. it is fun to tease jeno about his kink, he is so shameless about it.

“my baby— seriously, don’t play into my fantasy, it’s breaking my heart” jeno mumbles as he hugs you tightly. jeno knows that it’s still a long way before marriage, he also knows that your parents won’t approve it easily so he can’t get his hope up yet.

maybe someday, jeno gets to start a family with you.

[rosaleelovesdilfs]

MDNI 18+!! SMUT, age gap, reader 20s, Lawrence 30-40s, smut, p n v, female reader x Ernest Lawrence professor. Not proofread LOLThis is my first fic ever 😪!

Ernest Lawrence x reader.

Late.

“Paper is due Friday! Please remember I have given you all a month to do so! Class dismissed. Y/n, can you stay for a second. We need to discuss how you have been late to my class on multiple occasions.”

You knew you were arriving late a lot lately…but in all honesty it was hard to focus. Not because of the material, but because of him. You had a crush on Mr. Lawrence for as long as you have been in his class. He noticed too…he teases about it. He calls you out more than others and expects a lot out of you.

As you walk up to his desk, you’re already sweating and flushed.

“Are you okay…? You look like you may have a fever?” Mr. Lawrence asks.

“Yea, yea I’m good just little hot. I’m sorry for being so absent and not engaged in class lately. A lot going on with other classes and finals.”

“Have a seat.” He gestures to his desk, in-front of the chair he is sitting in.

“Are you sure there’s not a chai-?”

“Sit. Down.” He says demanding. “How many times have you been late to my class?”

“I-um not sure 3 times? I’m really sorry about it Mr. Lawrence.”

“Apologies aren’t enough.” He says standing up, towering over you sitting in the desk. His hand starts to trail up your thigh. “I see how you look at me y/n, be honest, why are you always missing my classes?”

You swallow not rejecting his hand still traveling further up your thigh. “Um…”

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“Because of you.” You spit out quickly. “I get distracted easily.”

“You’re going to make up for being late three times. I don’t allow people to be late to my class. Understood?” He says, his hand fully on your soaked panties.

“Yes.” You say taking in a deep breath.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” You say almost grinding on his hand for any kind of friction. He slides your panties down while making eye constant, wanting to watch every expression. He gets down on his knees in-front of you where you’re sitting on his desk. He starts trailing kisses up your thighs, leaving marks along the way. He wants you to remember this, he needs you to remember this.

“Mr. Lawrence.” You practically say begging.

“Trust me, you will get your fill.” He says, finally at your soaking pussy. He starts licking, teasing, until he dives in like he’s starving for you. You grip one hand on the edge of the table and the other tangled in his hair. He looks up at you, pulling back just enough.

“Keep eye contact sweetheart, or else I’ll stop. We don’t want that right?” He teases.

“No-no sir.” You keep eye contact with him, almost cumming just at the sight of him sucking your pussy. He inserts two fingers hitting that spot no one else has hit before. He looks up at you while continuing to suck and reach every place you need.

“I’m-I’m close! Please do not stop.” You say almost dizzy.

He moans into you, still looking up, sending you over the edge. He drinks every last bit of your cum, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Mr. Lawrence?!” You say overstimulated. He pulls back just enough to speak.

“You were late three times which means you owe me two more.” He says smirking and going back to work lapping at your pussy. He reaches a hand up under your shirt.

You squirm under him, wanting it to stop but at the same time needing more. You grip his hair and pull it which makes him moan into you. You’re already on the edge again…

“Be loud for me baby. I want to hear you when you cum.”

He taps your thigh because he knows how close you are, telling you to let go for him. He hits that spot on your clit, sucking while his two fingers go to work. You let go practically screaming.

“Fuck Mr. Lawrence.” You say seeing stars and breathless.

“Turn around, now.”

“Yes sir.” You obey him immediately.

He hikes your skirt up above your hips as you hear him unzip his jeans and take off his belt.

“Spit.” He says as he holds his hand out to you. You do as he says. He grabs your hands, looping his belt around them.

“Good girl. You’re a little slut for me aren’t you sweetheart?” As he strokes himself. He lines himself up with your entrance and…oh he is large.

“You can take it sweetheart. Be good for me.” He says as he spanks you. Your skin stinging but in a good, hot way. Your moans fill the room as he enters you, going slow making sure you adjust.

“I’m not going to go easy.”

“Don’t. I can take it sir.” You say looking back at him. In that moment, you knew he was not going easy.

“Keep looking at me like that and I definitely won’t go easy.”

He starts slow, moaning and grabbing your hair. You look back at him and he looks at you. He starts to speed up at the eye contact, and fuck does it feel good.

“Fuck Mr. Lawrence!” You moan out. You feel another sting on your ass, moaning at the sensation.

He’s breathless and moaning. “You feel so good sweetheart. So wet just for me.” He speeds up even more, he can tell you’re close. “Don’t let go yet honey, you can wait.”

“Fuck I can’t wait much longer-“

He spanks your ass again, definitely leaving a handprint.

“Fuck baby, okay you can cum now. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

You immediately finish when he says that, him following close after. He coats the inside of you with his cum, which he loves. Just knowing he’s inside of you? Fuck, turns him on.

He pulls out and grabs tissue to clean you up first, then him. He cleans you up and pulls your panties up and skirt down, rubbing the marks he left along the way.

“I wasn’t to rough right sweetheart?” He says genuine.

“No, no of course not! I-I enjoyed it.” You say still seeing stars from cumming three times.

“You were so good for me y/n. Remember what happens when you’re late…”

“Maybe I’ll be late more often.” You say kissing him.

[imisssummer]

𖤐 — PURE FILTH, nsfw, !ncest, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, brief underage mentions, breeding, vibrators, panty thief satoru, cunnilingus, slight size kink, NOT proofread, lazy ending as always 😪, i could ramble FOREVER abt big brother toru

You were like his little doppelganger his baby sister, always following him around— like a puppy dog. He loved you dearly, always dotting on you, buying you sweet treats and expensive jewelry— anything for his little princess.

You meant the world to him, since the day you were born he knew you were gonna be his. He stole your first kiss at the ripe age of thirteen, while he was only three years older. But he’s always snuck you kisses, whether it be kisses to the back of your head, or risky kisses at the corner of your mouth. But as you both grow older while in private he seems to smother you with his lips, tongue, his mouth that slowly travels down the curves of your body kissing, tonguing, and sucking.

He’s grown more ballsy with the things he pushes you to do, like the time he had you walk around the mall with a bullet vibrator up your pussy, and the remote right in his pocket. It was absolutely thrilling that day, almost as satisfying as the day you fucked in an empty Jujutsu High classroom, moans and groans could be heard all down the empty hallway. It was a wonder you didn’t get caught, it was almost like Satoru wanted to be caught with his dick between his sister's legs.

And he was the biggest pervert you’d ever know, he’d been stealing your panties since you were in high school, now pocketing the lace silk fabric without a second thought. You can’t help but scream ‘TORU’ across your entire shared apartment when you find another pare missing. You’ll be sure to find them covered in the man’s cum, and he’ll be smirking at you with that panty-dropping smile he loves flashing when he finds you staring at his mess.

But he’ll make up for it by eating you out that same night making sure to fuck you like he’s trying to say ‘I love you’ with his stroke game. He practically makes out with your pussy, the dirtiest wet sounds coming from him and your cunt, like he can’t get enough of you and the taste of your pussy, moaning into your core.

He nearly fucks you into a mating press with the way he’s bending you to his will, the stretch making you burn in the best ways possible, you press a slender finger to your clit as you move yourself against his larger body, you rub small circles into your bud as the white haired man thrusts particularly hard, making you whimper out a moan.

A white ring began to form around his cock, sticky from where you had creamed around him, the sight of it all the mess had Toru tightening his grip around your smaller body, preparing himself to shoot yet another load into his baby sister’s unprotected womb. He was fucking you like he was trying to give you his babies, like he wanted to make the next generation of Gojo babies stronger than ever, he was cumming at the thought of being able to fuck you with a round swollen belly, sucking on your milk swollen tits, tasting your pregnant pussy.

He loves you more than anything, but he thinks your pussy is in second.

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[disominous]

A/N: NSFW content! mdni! m!receiving! partial f!receiving! (wait for pt 2 HAHA), attitude!Geto x honest!reader, bj!reader, first-time (ish) reader, fem!reader. Established relationship. slight!dacryphilia (if you squint). This is my first time writing smut so pls be kind 😔😵‍💫 It's not fully proofread cause I wrote this in like an hour 😪😪

Geto stood tall.

His forearms grazed against his thigh with the water trickling down his veins, each subtle sway of his fingers relinquishing the droplets back down to the drain.

His hair, wet and sticking to his cheeks. His eyes, peering down at the little thing in front of him.

You.

"Can I try?" You spoke, almost as if swallowing a gulp. Your eyes caught his and were not daring enough to look away.

"If you want to."

His voice was breathless. Had you not spent the past several minutes making out, fumbling your way through the bathroom door, tripping over your discarded clothes and fumbling with your undergarments, then perhaps he may have remnants of his usual firm yet calm facade.

This, however, was different. It was a new occasion.

An occasion that involved you, down on your knees, a hairs width from the stiffened head of cock.

You had wanted to spend time on the rest of him; Dedicating each ragged breath of yours to his chest, admiring the flinching of his abdomen as you forced him to relinquish control. You were not always in the mood to take charge, particularly as Suguru Geto made it known that he was the more domineering one in this relationship. You wanted to worship all of him. You had spent time trailing kisses down his neck, sucking up the water that was being wasted in the shower just to spray down the faint trickling hairs under his belly button. The faint voices of your elders lingered in the back of your mind as you quietly forgot your worries about the monthly water bill. What you don't know is that Geto would never make you pay for it in the first place.

Oh, right.

First place.

How had you gotten here in the first place? Not just on your knees, begging your lover to suck the life out of him. No, how have you snagged the hottie with the boddie of the year?

His eyes never left yours, what felt like hours was in actuality moments. Long silencing moments you couldn't wait to bear just for him.

You were here because he didn't just love you.

He respected you.

"Can you tell me what to do?" you laugh lightly in hopes of trying to be more open and honest with your sex life, "I've never given one before."

The moments of eye contact you had previously forsaken in the limited months you've dated are all adding up here. His eyes deepened into your soul as his hand lightly grabbed yours in his. His palm engulfed yours. It was warm, calloused from years of aggravation and violence. The pure feeling felt secure, letting you know those very hands would never be against you.

"Stay on your knees."

And it was silent once more. The shower head provided light white noise, effectively washing over any fear you may have had in the first place.

"So demanding," You nodded, "I'll need more than that-"

His hand, still lingering around yours, took the words out of your mouth as he wrapped your dripping fingers around his width. It caught your attention, as it usually did. Although you weren't a complete stranger to him and his girth as a whole, you had only just started your sex lives.

Suguru wined and dined you until you finally caved in from need, having never pressured you to feel like you owed him for his time. It was the way he was, and that was why you strayed further and further and further away from your studies, your TV shows, your hobbies, your life- Just as each waking moment was slowly etched with his initials.

How had you gotten here again?

"Just so you know," you blinked up at him innocently, "I do have a gag reflex, so I can't do it all yet."

"Use your other hand."

You were here because he had an attitude.

Suguru didn't like you when you first met. And unfortunately for you, it was indeed your fault. Just, not purposefully. He had misconstrued you. He thought you only liked him for his looks, not understanding the man that truly was beneath the hair you braid every Friday night.

"Start at the tip."

Unbeknownst to him at the time, you were mocking a friend that only admired him for his looks.

"Teeth or no?" You asked.

"No."

He had misunderstood you. Framed you for actions you did not partake in.

"Use your tongue."

That friend, who no longer has a seat in your contact list, was the one he should've had an attitude with. He only came to know this after months of getting to know you. Of realizing the truth of who you are. Someone not perfect, not completely innocent, and who was more than willing to let people treat you like shit.

The only thing he grew to hate about you.

his left hand gripped yours as you both slowly moved up and down his shaft together.

You sure did love group activities with him.

Your other hand naturally lifts itself to the movements as your face was drawn closer and closer to his glistening length. You wanted to do to him what he has done to you. You wanted to show him appreciation and the same worship he makes you feel.

Your face is mere inches from his cock, where you opted for the side to lather soft, delicate kisses onto him. Your lips moved with hesitation, your tongue slightly peeking through your teeth with each intricate press. You open your mouth slightly more with each kiss, allowing your tongue to ruminate on his most vulnerable exposure.

He smelled of coconut, all thanks to you. The body washes added up in his shower as he procured them through each stay you privied him with.

The smell, the intoxication of his touch, the presence of his being. It was all too much and not enough. It manifested itself in kitten licks and adoration. You traveled slower and slower to the tip until you reached just the side of it. You allowed yourself to feel a little more free, a little more open. This was Suguru after all. The man you think about even when you don't realize it

"Put it in your mouth, sweetheart."

And you do so.

Your mouth closes around just the tip as your hand continues to move.

"Use your..." he's breathless, "Like that."

You swirl it. Plopping his pinkened hardness in and out like a lollipop, moving your hands faster and faster in congruence.

"Can you go further?"

That's all he needs to say to get you feeling a little more brave. Time is spent on him, yet it all seems to stop. You don't quite reach him to your gag reflex, knowing the last thing you need is to gag on your lover. You feel him as far as your tongue can go, head lolling back as you gyrate with him.

He groans a little. Almost... Stifling it?

Which was all the confirmation you needed.

Your hands take charge on his base as you match his speed, daring to go faster. Your tongue darts around his tip, feeling each crevice and softened pulped skin. His hand let's go of yours, forcing it into the creases of your hair. The tugging, the motions, his moans, they all add up until you feel yourself becoming nothing more than his whore. You can feel yourself enjoying this, the space between your legs feeling forced to close around something.

The very something in your mouth.

You let the spit gather in your mouth as aided lubricant just as his strength gathered in his grip. You hollow your cheeks as your hand speeds, feeling your tongue dart every which way but loose. The feeling of it, skin soft and warm but built like a fucking cucumber.

You were mouth fucking a cucumber.

And you hear him, groaning, almost on the verge of whimpering. You alone were the reason this six foot something would be left a withering mess.

But Suguru, as always, had other plans.

He could feel it. He knew he was building to it. The way your mouth was hesitant at first but took control, the way you never allowed yourself to feel too embarrassed with him. The way you showered your affection, let him feel as beloved as you do, let him feel your touch as with his. He knew your tongue inside and out. He knew the scaring you had in your cheeks from years of biting, he loved the way he got to teach you to kiss.

And he could not last now, knowing you are giving him head on his instructions. His tip was slobbered with your spit, peeking in and out of your mouth like you were savoring it. His brutal moan built continuously, having to consciously hold himself back from bullying his way into the back of your throat. He wanted to see you wither. To make you feel the way he was.

And he was not done.

"Fuck," he groaned. His grip on your hair was more forceful than the previous seconds, yanking you back with a jolt.

"Stop."

And you did.

You stared at him as his hands moved with quickness down himself. In seconds, he's done.

And it's all over your chest, spurting and falling across your tits as you stare at him, unsure if he's upset or satisfied.

He's breathing heavy, head thrown back as he continues to finish across you. His hair covered his cheek all the way down to the sides of his neck.

It was only now that you really started to feel the pelting water behind you, littering your back with misty bullets.

A never-ending time loop resulted in him finally cupping your hands and trailing them up his chest as he brought you into an assaulting kiss. He forced you onto your feet, slowly losing all stability as you felt the progressive loss of stimulation on your back.

That's when you hit the wall.

Your lips fell into his as his hands cupped your face. You held onto his arms for dear life, feeling how his bicep moved itself along you. Grabbing a fistful of your supple skin, gripping your thigh with life as he lifts your leg, placing it right over his elbow.

"You don't..." you stuttered on his roaming hands, "You don't have to."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're busy today," Your breath halts as his fingers lightly dance down you, slowly entangling itself with your clit, "You can- You can g-go."

You feel everything. You feel how delicate he is as he slowly caresses his fingers up and down your folds, much as you had done to him moments ago. You stare into his eyes as your grip on his upper arms dig in further, understanding that he is the only reason you haven't fallen yet.

Realizing you are about to be in an even more vulnerable position than he was, moments ago. that's when he brings himself to your neck, slowly guiding his lips back up to your earring-less lobe with a whisper that echoed goosebumps into your spine.

"I have time."

A/N: I literally had to google ear anatomy bc I forgot the word for earlobe

[babydollslibrary]

OURS — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

published: September 4th, 2023

summary: in which y/n and Trevor’s relationship is constantly being criticized by outsiders but they know their love is real.

warnings: references to nsfw activities, hate from outsiders, dialogue heavy, not proofread

it seems like there’s always someone who disapproves of Trevor and i’s relationship.

my parents don’t like his carefree and confident demeanor. his younger brother didn’t trust me because i was someone new. his friends didn’t like that i write songs about exes and my relationships.

but most of all his fans and the media, judge us like they know us personally.

mostly judging me.

as a singer, my every move was criticized and picked apart. what i wore was either too homely or too dressed up. i was too skinny or too big. my heels were too tall, but then my nike’s were too ‘tom-boyish’. but the judgement had only seemed to get worse once i started dating Trevor.

suddenly his fans were saying i wasn’t good enough for him. analyzing our body language in photos and claiming that i didn’t act like i liked him. saying i was using him to further my fame.

but on the other side, i had my fans commenting that i was too good for him. citing his previous playboy ways and saying that he wasn’t smart enough or mature enough for me. claiming his bad boy attitude drew me in and that i would ‘come to my senses’ soon.

***

y/nofficial

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trevorzegras my beautiful girl, you were off to a great start in the beginning and then you added the last photo

y/nofficial wdym? i think that ones my favorite!

trevorzegras whatever floats your boat mamas

gracieabrams cutest couple in the world ♥️

y/nofficial you’re the real loml <3

gracieabrams shhh i thought we weren’t telling trevor?

user26 NEW MUSIC COMING SOON?!

user81 i wonder if it’s about Trevor

jackhughes was i cut out of the last pic?! i thought you loved me, y/n 😪

y/nofficial in the wise words of Ariana Grande “you ain’t my boyfriend”

user40 the way she’s leaning away from him in the 5th pic? oh she’s over him

user95 she’s finally over the bad boy thing, i guess

user02 thank god! i don’t want her to get hurt!

user73 @/user02 HER to get hurt?! she’s gonna end up writing a slandering song about my baby Trevor and painting him to be an asshole

user02 @/user73 lmao yeah, well the shoe fits. why shouldn’t she write a song showcasing his true colors?

user73 @/user02 i’m not about to fight with a Y/N stan of all people— have fun supporting your famefucker

user02 @/user73 oh please, she doesn't need to use your little hockey asshole for fame when she’s already more well known than him

user12 we love a PR relationship 🫶

***

my converse squeak against the marble floors as i leave my execs meeting, catching the attention of many up and coming artists that are waiting in the lobby. i can feel their gazes following my every move, from when i stop in front of the elevator to when i press the down button, and i can’t help but laugh in my head; reminiscing of when i was the same way. star-struck and in awe whenever i saw any artists leaving the same doors i just walked out of.

but now, having been in the business for two years, that feeling has come and gone, replaced by small talk with those very same people that i once looked up to.

“hi.” i smile politely at a redheaded girl that sits close to the elevators, a notebook in her hand and stars in her eyes.

she looks around, as if searching, before she lets out an awkward chuckle. “oh- hi!”

the elevator dings twice before the doors open to another crowd of wannabe pop stars, and i step aside to let them out before waving a goodbye to the doe-eyed redhead and stepping into the elevator.

i’m excited to get back to my boyfriend, but that excitement vanishes when i scroll through twitter on my uber home.

—

—

oh- that was fast.

i can’t help but scroll through the replies and quote tweets, and by the time i arrive back home, i’m disheartened to say the least.

i thought i was being nice by greeting her? even if i couldn’t stay and talk. but apparently i should take this as a lesson for the future, don’t say hi to anyone unless i can stay and chat.

and my mood only worsens when i make it into the house, calling out my boyfriend’s name, to which i get no response.

“Trev?” my voice echoes off the walls of our home as i step into our bedroom, in search of the six foot tall hockey player. but i come up empty, finding that he still isn’t home from training camp.

i slide my phone from my pocket, drafting up a text before ultimately trying my luck at a phone call instead.

the outgoing ring reaches my ear twice before it stops, the call picking up.

“hey babe, what’s up?” Trevor’s tone is light and airy, painting an immediate smile across my lips.

“hey, i was just checking in.” i sit upon the fuzzy white blanket that’s folded along the foot of our bed, running my hands over the soft fabric. “i thought training was supposed to end at noon?”

“oh, yeah, it did.” he confirms, and i can hear someone else talking in the background. “Jimbo and i decided to grab lunch and catch up a bit.”

“oh, okay.” i nod, despite the fact that he can’t see me, and i can hear him conversing with someone.

“shh. hold on.” he tells someone. “he wants to say hi.”

i laugh as Jamie’s voice comes through the line. “HEY Y/N!!!”

“hi Jame!” i reply, listening as he grunts, wrestling the phone from Trevor, i assume.

“i’ve missed you!” he sounds closer now, while Trevor sounds farther away, calling out for his phone back, confirming my suspicions. “when do i get to see you again?”

“i’ve missed you too. if it’s alright with Trevor, and if you’re free, you can come over for dinner tonight?” i tell him. “i can go to the store and grab stuff to make my garlic and basil chicken pasta.”

“oh my favorite! i’m in! i don’t care what Trevor has to say about it, to be honest.” his response causes me to laugh, while my boyfriends calls out an offended ‘hey!’

“see you later!” Jamie yells, as i assume Trevor gets his phone back.

“did you need anything else, babe?” Trevor asks distractedly.

“no, nothin’ else.” i stand, gathering my car keys from my nightstand. “actually, i’m gonna go grocery shopping, can you think of anything we need?”

“condoms,” he replies unabashed, and i blush at the thought that Jamie heard him. “and frosted flakes. i finished ‘em off this morning.”

i roll my eyes before teasing, “the condoms or the frosted flakes?”

“both.” my skin heats up at the reminder of our morning activities, Trevor having woken me up before the sun even came up.

“oh- uh- okay.” Trevor laughs as i stumble over my words. “i’ll grab some more…of both.”

“thanks, love you!” he waits for my reply before hanging up, and i pad out of the bedroom, slipping my shoes back on by the front door before heading out to my car. i wasn’t big on driving, usually letting Trevor take that responsibility, and avoiding it when possible, so i only really used it when i had to go grocery shopping, relying on ubers to go anywhere else.

i slip into the drivers seat, huffing when i find that Trevor messed with my seat again. a harmless prank he likes to pull, just to see when i drive again and if i’ll notice. i adjust my seat before i pull out of the driveway, the radio playing faintly to fill the silence.

*

i’m nearly done with my shopping trip when it happens.

“he still uses those?” i’m mid-tossing the family size box of Frosted Flakes in the cart when the words reach my ears, and at first, i don’t even notice they’re being spoken to me. “he always said it felt like he was wearing nothing.”

i glance over to find a tall blonde standing next to my cart, staring down at my items.

“i’m sorry?” my brows furrow in confusion.

“oh- the condoms. Skyn Elite? Trevor used them back when he and i used to hook up a couple years ago.” the girl smiles, the supermarket lights reflecting off her sparkly lip gloss. “you’re his new conquest, right? y/n?”

“i’m his girlfriend, yes.” i nod, pursing my lips together in a straight line.

“right,” she nods. “girlfriend. you got the envied title.”

“i guess so.”

she gives another falsely innocent smile. “good luck keeping it! he’s insatiable, is he not? seemed like he was always keeping an eye out for the next girl.”

i’ve never particularly cared about the ghosts of Trevor’s hookup past. why would i be? i had them too, so who was i to be bothered by his? besides, right now, he’s mine. i’m the one he comes home to; the one he loves and talks about a future with.

“well, i should get going.” i tell her, already beginning to push the cart towards the end of the aisle, in route to check out. “it was nice to meet you.”

i was lying, sure, but i wasn’t going to let her get to me.

she bids me goodbye as i walk away, and when i glance back, i see her faux smile drop, her eyes rolling as she sneers, turning the other way.

yeah, i pretty much expected that.

*

i’ve just made it into the kitchen, dropping the grocery bags onto the counter, when my phone begins to ring, buzzing in my pocket with an incoming call.

i do an awkward dance of trying to free my hand from a twisted bag handle, before retrieving the vibrating device from my pocket, my fathers contact taking up the screen. pressing accept, i hold the phone up to my ear.

“hey, dad!” i chirp, opening the refrigerator to begin unloading the food.

“hey, pumpkin. what are you up to?” his voice drifts in my ear as i put away a gallon of milk.

“just unloading groceries.” i inform him. “what are you and mom doing?”

“oh, nothing.” he sighs. “just missing our little girl.”

i laugh at his dramatics.

“i know, i need to come visit.” i stuff a few cartons of berries and a bag of grapes into the fruit drawer before shutting the fridge.

“so catch me up, honey. what’s new?”

“nothing really. i’m working on some new music, and i had an exec meeting this morning to discuss how the album is coming. but other than that it’s same old same old.”

i open the cupboard, taking care of the box of cereal and a couple bags of chips as i speak.

“and you’re still dating the uh…” he trails off. “the one with the tattoos?”

i can hear the disapproval oozing from his voice and my eyes roll in my head.

“Trevor, yes.” i confirm, walking down the hallway to our bedroom and placing a few things on Trevor’s nightstand before setting a new bottle of shampoo on our bathroom counter.

“yeah, him.” he sneers, and it’s then that i hear the front door open, two sets of footsteps reaching my ears. a smile spreads across my face as Trevor calls out my name. “i don’t understand why anyone would do that to their body. that’s permanent, ya know.”

“mhm.” i hum in disinterest. “hey, dad, i gotta go. i’ll call you later.”

“oh alright, honey. love you!”

“love you too.” i hang up the phone as Trevor steps into the room, smiling at the sight of me.

“there you are.” he beams. his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against him, and his head dips down to bring his lips to mine.

“here i am.” i mumble against his lips, causing a chuckle to arise from his throat.

“Jamie is in the living room. followed me home claiming that he had to see you.” he tells me, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his close friend.

“yeah, i invited him over for dinner.” i inform him. my hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

my whole body relaxes, any tension disappearing when his lips meet mine. his eyes scan my face as he pulls away, and his faces falls, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

“what’s wrong?” he whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear before pulling my head to his chest.

his heartbeat echoes in my head, calming me immensely.

“nothing.” i mutter, my eyes falling shut when he begins rubbing circles on my back.

“i don’t believe you.”

“it’s nothing, really.” i insist. “nothing that’s actually bothering me. just a little annoyed.”

“what annoyed you, baby?” he sways us back and forth and his hand on my back trails down to tickle at my side, making me giggle.

“well,” i sigh and he pushes me back to look into my face. “i said hi to a girl at warner today-”

he hums, encouraging me to keep talking.

“but it was just a quick ‘hi’. apparently she’s a fan of yours, and she thought it was rude of me to greet her and then not stay and chat.” i explain. “so she took to twitter to say so.”

Trevor huffs, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “well that’s just stupid. you don’t owe anyone a conversation…. except me. because you love me, obviously.”

i laugh at his joke, making his face light up at his successful attempt to cheer me up.

“what else, baby?”

“well then, at the store, i ran into one of your ex-hookups.” i continue, and his brows thread together in confusion.

“which, ya know, doesn’t bother me.” i clarify. “but she made a comment on the condoms we use and implied that our relationship wouldn’t last long.”

“our love is not hers to speculate on.” he gruffs out in annoyance, and i nod along.

“i know. so i walked away.”

“i’m proud of you, love.” he presses a kiss to my forehead, a smile resting upon my face as he does. “is that all?”

“almost.” i breathe out. “then i got home, and my dad called as i was putting away the groceries.”

“okay.” he nods, obviously confused why i would be annoyed about my father calling.

“and he made some snide remarks about your tattoos.” Trevor barks out a laugh at that, quite used to people commenting on the art that adorns his skin.

“i ignored them, and hung up pretty much right after, because you got home. but, i just wish he could look past them, because then maybe he’d see the kind, funny guy that you are and understand why i’ve given my heart to you.”

his eyes squint as he grins at my words, bending his neck to pepper kisses across my nose and cheeks. i squeal at the affection and he pulls back to look me in the eyes.

“baby, i don’t care what your dad thinks of me. only that you like me. and i’m pretty sure that you love me just the way i am.”

i nod, biting my lip and holding back a smile. my cheeks turn hot, a blush settling over them, and he smirks at the sight.

“i don’t want you to worry your pretty little mind, baby.” he coos. “so someone was wrongfully upset that you didn’t take time out of your day to talk to them— who cares? people like to throw rocks at things that shine. and you, my darling, shine so beautifully bright. they’re just jealous.”

i roll my eyes at his cheesy statement, but the sentiment warms my heart. “thank you, Trev.”

“any time, baby.” he pulls me in for another hug, my head resting on his chest again. “our love is ours. nobody else’s. what other people have to say about it, and about us, doesn’t matter.

“your hands belong in mine, my heart belongs to yours, and no matter what life throws at us, i’m by your side.”

i open my mouth to respond, but i’m cut off by another voice.

“aww, that was sweet.”

i lift my head from Trevor’s chest, our heads both turning towards the entrance to our bedroom to find Jamie standing there with a cheesy smile.

“Jimmy, what are you doing in here?” Trevor lets out a wheezy laugh at his friend, his head dropping back and his shoulders shaking. the sound is like music to my ears.

this man.

i am so irrevocably in love with him.

“i got bored.” Jamie shrugs. “you guys were taking forever.”

[leondickrider]

love languages | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . i'm so pretty that the leon lookalike in my class and i made eye contact four times yesterday and i caught him looking in my direction like... he wants me so bad | wc. 307

synopsis: what are leon's love languages and how does he express them?

before reading: fluff, not proofread or read by betas, i wrote this in like ten minutes at one am while listening to the honeymoon album😪 | warnings: none

words of affirmation ౨ৎ

i see leon as a words of affirmation typa guy at every point in his life. like when he's 21 he is very optimistic and he would likely praise you for everything bc he thinks you're just perfect. but as he gets older words of affirmation gets a new meaning for him and he does it for other reasons; like reassuring himself and you that he does love you and stuff like that

physical touch ౨ৎ

tbh i see this mainly bring him when he's older. like ofc when he's younger he loves hugs and kisses but well you know he kinda fights zombies for a living so he takes physical touch seriously because he never knows when it's going to be the last time he can touch you 💀 so the kisses last a bit longer and the hugs are more ??? intimate ??? idk how to explain it i'm literally just a girl

receiving gifts ౨ৎ

well taking into account his jacket in re4*** omg is almost $1,500, we know he's rich rich. like bro casually loses a $1,500 jacket after like five minutes with no reaction like bro ??? so he definitely puts a lil bit of that government paycheck into spoiling his significant other. you want a necklace? sure. you want enough mcdonalds to feed a family of four? ofc babe

quality time ౨ৎ

going back to phsyical touch, he literally fights zombies for a living and doesn't know if he will make it home 💀 this mf is a sucker for quality time. like you don't even have to be doing anything, just sitting in silence next to him is enough for him to be happy. however, i feel like he really likes nature idk so i think he would really love hiking/going on walks with you, but he also likes relaxing at home with like a coloring book or something

acts of service ౨ৎ

he has a hero complex

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[leviscolwill]

daydreamin'

pairing: more jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: you get interviewed by your celebrity crush after getting your first pole position, and you boyfriend can't stop teasing you for it. [wc: ~850]

contents: reader is feeling silly, fluff, awful attempt at being funny ‼️NOT proofread (i'll do it later 😪)

req: We need more driver gf x jude 🙏🙏🙏

note: this is sort of a part 2 to ballroom extravaganza but it can definitely be read as a stand alone !! i'm happy that you guys enjoyed my f1 driver!reader work, i have a few more requests for this trope that i'll write when i find the time :D

now playing: daydreamin' by ariana grande (yours truly)

"y/n don't freak out, alright ?"

the words of your race engineer in your ears were already freaking you out, you were already imagining your flying lap deleted because of track limits or a penalty.

"you're on pole! congrats y/n, you deserve it."

"no way, no way... i think this is the best day of my life." you couldn't help but scream in joy, probably destroying your engineer's ears.

"fuck, thank you so much guys... i love this team so much, i swear." you cringed at your sappy comments but you couldn't help yourself. you had a hard time adjusting during your rookie year in f1 and the first few months were quite challenging to you. but this, it was the proof you were getting there, that you couldn't give up.

getting out of your car, you ran towards your team in the parc fermé as they kept congratulating you for your great result. as your team's engineers and mechanics kept patting your back, your eyes met your boyfriend's. you hugged him strongly as if he would slip away from you if you let him go.

"i'm so proud of you my love. you're the best." he kissed the top of your helmet before walking away to get your interview done.

you watched lando get interviewed by jenson button, as he finished p3. he'd always been comfortable doing media work, something you definitely needed to improve. you dreaded this moment, jenson button was one of your favourite drivers when you were younger and you had a little celebrity crush on him back then. of course, it was no longer the case, but you were terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of him, even more so knowing cameras would be filming the moment in 4k.

lando went to congratulate you after finishing his interview while you were waiting for perez to complete his. quickly, a mic was handed to you and you walked to the interview zone.

"y/n, what a lap! congratulations on the first pole of your career, hopefully the first of many..." jenson beamed.

"thank you... i hope to get more poles if i get rewarded by a jenson button interview." you were still out of breath from your lap and the excitement you felt. your nervousness dissipated a bit when jenson laughed at your attempt at a joke.

"that was a perfect lap, you think you can keep that position tomorrow for the race ?" jenson asked you.

"of course it's gonna be hard but both lando and i have the possibility of going home with a great result, maybe a 1-2. we just need to find out the best strategy and my job is just to make sure i drive perfectly."

"that you showed you can do. once again, congratulations y/n, pole sitter here in sao paulo. let's hope i get to interview you tomorrow as a race winner this time!"

"now that's good motivation, see you tomorrow." you waved at the crowd before getting your trophy and getting the pictures done.

jude was already waiting for you with a big smile on his face. he hugged you again and peppered kisses across your face.

"my pole sitter, you were brilliant today."

"thank you, i thought i would pass out after crossing the finish line."

"we need to talk about that interview though, you really want to replace me with that old man?" he raised his eyebrow questioning you.

"he's not old! i might replace you with him if you keep being mean to my main man like that..." you took a quick glance at jude, gauging his reaction.

"maybe you should ask him to take you to the restaurant that your boyfriend got you for tonight, if he'd do a better job than me.' he said feigning offence.

"mmhh you're right, i'll ask him when i see him..." you ducked jude's smack that was aimed at the back of your head and started to run away.

"my media duties are calling sorry." you ran off before jude could make you regret your words, only turning around to stick your tongue at him like a kid.

jude walked towards mclaren's motorhome to wait for you when someone started walking side by side with him.

"how long have you two been together ?"

he looked at the origin of the voice only to find jenson button.

"um, it'll be one year in december. are you planning on stealing her from me before that?" he joked with jenson.

"i don't think i could steal her from you even if i wanted to from the way she looks at you, you two are lovely. see you tomorrow mate" he patted jude's back before going his own way.

when you joined jude at mclaren's hospitality, he had a big smile attached to his face.

"what happened to you ? are you texting your other girlfriend ?" you asked, sitting down next to him

"i'm just proud of you." he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head.

he liked the fact that his little encounter would remain a secret between him and your first crush.

[wooattackrr]

Unlikely Match

MDNI

word count: 1,772

a/n: cheol won the poll so here yall go! this is not proofread btw 😪

The loud thump of bass reverberated through the walls of the crowded house, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap cologne, sweat, and the kind of excitement that only came from wild parties. You stood against the wall, nursing a cup of brightly colored punch—more sugary than anything else—and trying to blend into the wallpaper. You were the quintessential wallflower at these events—never the center of attention and never really wanting to be.

But that night, an electric anticipation crackled through the air, and you couldn’t help but glance around. The usual crowd was gathered, laughing and dancing, lost in the haze of youth. Amidst this chaos stood Seungcheol, the school’s golden boy, often referred to as the “playboy.” He was magnetically charming, with dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead and a smile that could make any heart skip a beat. Dressed casually, he had an effortless charisma, seemingly enjoying the company of his friends.

You couldn’t help but watch him from afar. It was an infatuation that came and went, a crush that seemed too daunting to act upon. Just then, Seungcheol looked in your direction, his gaze locking onto yours for a brief moment. Your heart raced, and you quickly turned back to your drink, taking a long gulp to cool your suddenly fired-up cheeks.

As the dancing crowd began to shift and ebb, you felt an urge to escape the confined space by the wall. With a deep breath, you decided to head towards the kitchen for a refill. However, in a twist of fate, you caught your foot on the edge of the carpet and stumbled forward, the cup slipping from your grip. Time slowed as you watched the bright libation arc through the air, and with a sickening finality, it splashed across Seungcheol’s perfectly fitted shirt.

The music blurred into a distant hum as you stood rooted to the spot, mortified. His friends roared with laughter, and you could feel a heat creeping up your neck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, frantically reaching for paper towels that seemed impossibly far away.

Seungcheol blinked, utterly taken aback as he stared down at his now-stained shirt. But as he looked back up, his expression shifted. Instead of the anger you expected to see, the corner of his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I needed a fresh look anyway.”

Your heart pounded harder in your chest. He was… taking it well?

As your face burned, you bent down to grab some paper towels, muttering apologies. “Really, I’m so clumsy—I—”

“I noticed. But if you wanted my attention, this is definitely one way to do it,” he teased, stepping closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

You froze for a moment. Was he serious? Heat flooded your cheeks once more, and you let out a nervous laugh. “I assure you, that wasn’t my intention.”

“Then what were you doing standing alone in the corner? Don’t you know it’s way more fun to enjoy the party?”

A part of you wanted to hide away again, retreating into the wall. But something about his conviction—to get you out of your shell—pulled you in. He was charming, and there was something oddly magnetic about his confidence.

“I… just like to observe,” you admitted, letting your shoulders relax.

“Observing is good, but living is better. Come on, let’s go dance!” He took your hand, completely disregarding the remnants of your drink across his shirt, as he guided you toward the pulsating dance floor.

You found yourself swept up in the music, a whirlwind of bodies and laughter surrounding you. His laughter rang starkly against your shyness, and slowly, you found your rhythm.

“I never forget a face,” he said after a while, leaning in closer to shout over the music. “But I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Y/N. Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blushed at the compliment, your heart racing as you danced, your movements growing bolder as his presence influenced you. You felt undeniably drawn to him. His charisma, his effortless energy—it was intoxicating.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, you danced under the flashing lights, the connection between you and Seungcheol growing palpable. His free hand gripped your waist, guiding your movements while electricity sparked between you.

When the music finally slowed to a sultry tune, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “This makes me think about how much fun we could have just the two of us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the implication igniting a fire in your veins. “What do you mean?”

“Why wait until the end of the night? Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he stepped back, giving you a moment to decide. The thought of being alone with him sent nervous excitement coursing through you. “Okay,” you finally choked out, the word almost lost in the noise around you.

He took your hand again, leading you out of the crowded house and into the cool, refreshing night. The street was quieter here, a stark contrast to the chaos inside, giving you space to breathe.

“Do you come to parties often?” Seungcheol asked, his gaze fixed on you as you walked side by side.

“Not really. Just… sometimes.”

“I get it,” he nodded. “People expect me to be the life of the party, but I enjoy the quieter moments too.” His gaze lingered on yours, his expression softening as he continued, “I think I’d like to get to know you better—away from the noise.”

You felt your heart flutter as you turned a corner, leading him toward a nearby park. The further you got from the party, the louder the silence became, wrapping around you like a cloak. The intimacy of the night began to sink in, and the decision to come here suddenly felt thrilling.

Seungcheol stopped under a streetlamp, his face illuminated perfectly in the soft glow. “This is much better,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I guess it is,” you replied, your pulse racing, acutely aware of the space between you.

His eyes danced mischievously. “What were you thinking when you spilled that drink on me? Were you trying to initiate a conversation?

You scoffed, your cheeks heating again. “Of course not!”

“Well, I’m really glad you did.”

Before you could respond, he stepped in closer, one hand gathering your hair behind your ear, while his other gripped your waist once more, pulling you against him, your heart hammering in your chest.

Seungcheol lowered his gaze and to your surprise, before you could utter another word, he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

The kiss sent shivers down your spine, electric and warm, awakening every cell in your body. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting the spark of your newfound chemistry.

His hands roamed from your waist to trace your back, and you melted against him, feeling the heat radiating between your bodies. You’d never been kissed like this before—owning your every thought, your every desire.

When he finally pulled away, you barely had time to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he confessed, his brows raised slightly.

"Really?" You whispered, unable to believe that the choi seungcheol had possible feelings for you.

“Yes really, can we take this a step further..?” He asked cautiously, his expression genuine and polite.

“y-yeah.. I mean sure.” You choked out awkwardly.

His hands began to explore, slipping under your shirt and roaming up your sides, fingers dancing across the soft skin. Goosebumps erupted at his touch, and you instinctively arched your back, craving more of him. Seungcheol paused, slipping your shirt off completely, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed, his fingertips tracing the contours of your body as if he were in awe. The heat in your belly coiled tighter, and you couldn’t help but want him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against you.

He leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over your chest before his lips followed, trailing soft kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Each kiss ignited fires within you, and you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact.

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. It was a plea, an invitation he was more than ready to accept.

With a smirk, he pulled back slightly, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, his gaze intense and predatory. “You’re going to feel so good,” he promised, his voice dripping with lust.

The heat in your core bloomed as he leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasped at the sensation, hands entwining in his hair, guiding him closer as he worked his magic.

He took his time, every lick and kiss deliberate, building the tension until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, hovering over you with a lust-filled expression.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he sought your eyes, searching for confirmation.

“Yes, please,” you breathed, the urgency spilling from your lips.

With a primal need, he positioned himself above you, sinking into you slowly, cherishing every moment as your bodies connected. You gasped at the sensation, his warmth filling you completely. The world around you faded, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s embrace.

Seungcheol moved, finding a rhythm that left you breathless. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him on, savoring the way he filled you, the way he made you feel alive.

With every movement, the tension mounted until your world erupted in flames, and you called his name, a melody of desire escaping your lips as you reached your climax together.

Both breathless and satisfied, he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, a contented smile dancing on his lips as you basked in the aftermath of your shared passion. It was a night you knew you would never forget, forever etched in your memory as a moment of pure ecstasy with him.

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I just started watching blue lock 🥳

[swallowedbymadness]

❋ need your love ❋

Pairing: jongho x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: your classic summer romance with a sprinkle of soft smut

Summary: you weren’t expecting much when the air got warmer and the days got longer, but you swore the sun shined a little bit brighter the summer you met choi jongho.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: hi, yes, hello! I return with a gift of jongho lovin’ 🥹 bc we could all use some choi jongho in our lives rn after the recent injury announcement, am I right??? 😪 I recommend listening to “Sweetbitter” by RIO while reading. 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: wholesomely romantic smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, reader is kind of a hot mess in her feels, but aren’t we all?

Proofread: Kind of? You know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t.

You’ve always hated endings. Nothing good ever came from them. There’s something about the finality of it all that riddled you with anxiety and had your heart hold on for dear life every time. To be fair, you always seemed to be the one who cared a little more than you should. To put it simply, your heart was just too grand for this world, and those who left you knew that. You fell into the same game of chess you found yourself playing time and time again, in and out of relationships, platonic and romantic alike. It was like you were a beacon for those who needed temporary comfort, that looking different to each individual. However, when you no longer benefited them, they left.

You saw the pattern, you really did. But you were too stubborn to admit defeat each time. So, you ignored it all together. You just assumed everyone would be the same, so why try to understand it when you saw the inevitable from miles away anyways? It was unavoidable, and you certainly were not one to go up against something as monstrous as change. So, you made peace with the thought of short and sweet relationships, learning not to attach yourself to anyone anymore. You wouldn’t allow your heart to crumble like it had in the past. It took you way too long to put it all back together, not even sure if all the pieces were actually there in the mended mess within your chest.

However, this time it was different. You weren’t sure how exactly, but you could feel that it was. It was when you heard the bell to the front door chime, and the small voice that greeted your coworker that your heart started hammering. The softness of his words, the contemplative hum when asked if he preferred a to-go cup or a waffle cone today, and the sweet “thank you,” once you heard his receipt print.

Choi Jongho.

“You’re late,” you teased, peaking your head out from behind the polka dotted curtain that served as a barrier between your makeshift break room area and the parlor, your eyes meeting him from behind the counter. The boy in question took a bite from his ice cream cup, the yellow spoon he held looked comically small in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I had some last minute things to pick up before tomorrow.” You frowned, remembering why today was different than all the other days you spent with Jongho this summer. He was going back to school tomorrow. Which meant he was leaving you, like everyone else had. Part of you hated that you continued to see him since you first met at the beginning of the summer. He made it perfectly clear that he was just here for the summer to get away from the city. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him. But, when he started coming into the parlor every few days with his gummy smile shining brighter than the sun itself, the excuses eventually ran out and the truth that he just wanted to see you revealed itself. Of course, you couldn’t help that you had fallen so undeniably hard for him.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“I guess it’s fine,” you playfully pushed your shoulder into his as you passed him walking towards the exit “but that just means you’re buying dinner tonight.” He chuckled, and followed right behind you in tandem, but not before flashing you a knowing grin.

“Naturally.”

—

Your nights had blurred together over the summer. You spent most of your time together cooped up in your apartment, you and Jongho not caring to go out very much. You were happy watching a movie on the couch or staying up until dawn telling stories and secrets you didn’t have anyone else to share them with. You were thankful to have met Jongho. He was a sweet escape from reality, and it felt mutual for once. It was definitely a bittersweet evening as you two sat across from one another, chicken and beer being the meal of choice as you reminisced about your time spent together the past two months.

“Short and sweet.” You kept telling yourself. “You’re used to this.” So why did it sting more than it usually did?

“I have a question for you,” Jongho said as he wiped the chicken grease off of his fingers, placing all his trash in the takeout bag on the floor next to your bed.

“Somehow, that scares me.” You joked, but an underlying sense of fear was laced between your words. He sensed it, but didn’t mention it as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow while his feet dangled off the end of the bed. You got up to take everything into the kitchen and froze when you heard him speak up a bit louder so you couldn’t miss the question.

“Why are you so against endings?” There it was. You sighed, recalling when you first met one another that you had expressed this fear to him briefly. He didn’t push you to explain, but for some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt like he deserved an answer now.

“Because,” you sat back down cross legged next to him in the dimly lit bedroom, fiddling with your fingers while you felt his gaze on you never falter. He waited patiently for you to continue. “They’re just so…final.” He hummed in response, breathing in deeply as he calculated his response.

“But they don’t have to be,” he began, your gaze fixed on a stain on the wall that you hadn’t noticed before. “They can be the middle man that needs to make room for something else. Endings are so crucial because they show you that whatever happened, happened for a reason, but wasn’t meant to be permanent. Which is also okay. With that, it’s an opportunity for a new beginning perhaps.”

“But how will I know?”

“You just will. You’ll feel it in here,” he placed the palm of his hand above your left breast, feeling the steady beat of your heart under his touch. “You think you know when something that has to come to an end in your life is bad, because you assume it will turn out that way. But,” he paused, and brought his hand up to your cheek to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen from your eye, unbeknownst to you, with his thumb. “It’s not always bad. It’s just clearing the path for something better to come along.” You nodded, hearing his words but having a hard time accepting them, the lump that had lodged itself in your throat was clear evidence of that fact.

“Everyone,” you started, the words getting stuck on your tongue as you wiped the tears that had begun to free fall and leave salty tracks on your cheeks. “Everyone I’ve ever cared for has left. So much so that I’ve just stopped caring altogether and have become accustomed to not feeling at all.”

“That’s not true,” He stated matter-of-factly. Your eyebrows furrowed, a small smile appearing across his features. “I just think you’re a very guarded person, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing slow comforting crescents into the back of your hand with his thumb. “However, you shouldn’t fear all endings.”

“What good could come from an ending?” His eyes looked down between the two of you before coming back up to meet your own.

“Well,” he scooted closer to you, the small grin reappearing on his face. “For example, the end of summer means the beginning of fall. That’s not so bad is it?” You shook your head, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest as he slowly inched closer to you. “And,” he placed one hand on your cheek, caressing his finger across the softness of your skin and down to your chin. “I would like to end hiding our feelings for one another, so we can maybe begin something together,” he said lowly, his face now in your space, his breath warm on your lips as he painfully ghosted his lips against yours. “That doesn’t sound so bad either, does it?” Your breath hitched, not really sure what to do with Jongho this close to you while he confessed his feelings so outwardly, honestly, unapologetically. You shook your head again in response, not sure when your voice decided to abandon you. “Can I kiss you now?” He whispered, waiting for your approval to close the gap that you so desperately wanted him to do. You nodded, afraid to speak because you weren’t sure what would come out if you did. “Okay,” he said under his breath, and just like that, his lips pressed delicately to yours. It was soft, sweet, small, but so inviting. He pulled away and blinked a few times, the fondness he had been hiding all this time pouring out of him. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” He chuckled, eyes honest and so, so soft for you. Before you could even form a thought, your lips were back on his, this time you were not going to be holding back. You wanted to let your walls down so he could climb over and bury his love in the sacred garden of your heart.

“I don’t want to rush into anything, but I need to feel your hands on me. I just want, need, to touch you. Everywhere. Now. Please.” He was taken off guard by your rushed confession, he pulled back and eyed you, trying to read into your words to find why there was so much desperation behind them.

“But, tomorrow-” he began, but you pressed your finger to his lips to silence him.

“I’m tired of fighting. Myself, my feelings, everything. Letting people into my life was terrifying, but you somehow turn my world upside down, Choi Jongho.” You stated firmly, more so for yourself than for him. You looked into his chocolate eyes and felt your entire body melt under his gaze. You couldn’t deny how Jongho made you feel any longer. “I don’t care that you’re leaving tomorrow. I just care about us right here, right now. Somehow, I just know this isn’t really the end. I trust you. I trust this,” you gestured between the two of you. He placed his palm against your cheek and had his lips reconnected to yours without hesitation, your confession being enough for him.

“I want this. I want us.” He declared against your tongue, the warmth of affection blooming within your chest as you pulled him down on top of you, your back pressing gently into the mattress beneath you.

“I’m yours, Jongho. I always have been. Ever since you walked through those parlor doors two months ago.” You dragged your fingers lightly up and down his back, tracing invisible patterns onto his tanned skin as his mouth placed barely there kisses along your neck, collarbone and any available skin he could find. His fingers danced their way to the hem of your tshirt and he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“May I remove these?” He looked down at your shirt and shorts you had changed into only a few hours prior. “They’re in my way.” You giggled at his frustration, nodding in approval. His fingers grazed the soft skin of your sides as he lifted the fabric up and off of you. He sat back and stared at you for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He proclaimed, like you stole his breath away in that moment with just your beauty. He quickly took his shirt and jeans off, discarding them onto the floor somewhere, his anxiously awaiting fingers twitching at the thought of touching you everywhere. Without hesitation, his hands were back on you, running up and down your sides, feeling every curve and edge, taking in every sensation under his fingertips. “You’re as soft as flower petals.” He spoke into your skin, his lips immediately reconnecting to it as he peppered wet kisses down your chest and to your tummy. He groaned when his achingly hard member brushed against your leg, the wet spot on his briefs the tell tale sign that he wanted you just as badly as you had wanted him.

“Jongho, I need you.” Your hands fumbled at his waistband and slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. He hovered over you, one of his hands disappearing to move the lace aside so he could run his finger between your folds. Your sighed, eyes closing at the sensation of his warm finger playing at your entrance. You soon felt him sink his digits into you slowly, allowing you to become accustomed to the stretch. He began to pump in and out of you at an agonizing pace, his eyes hooded as they watched you squirm under just the touch of his fingers. He removed the thin fabric from your body and dipped back down to press another sloppy kiss to your awaiting mouth.

“You have me.” He whispered against your lips. He removed his fingers once he could feel the spot he needed and positioned himself above you, his tip at your entrance. “You have all of me.” He said as he pushed himself inside of you, both of you moaning lowly once he bottomed out. He laid himself on top of you, taking both of your hands and positioning your arms above your head as he intertwined your fingers. His lips were back on yours as he began to thrust lovingly into you, pulling completely out and sinking right back in. Feeling your walls engulf him completely over and over again sent heat waves through your veins, the fire igniting in your abdomen almost immediately with overwhelming emotions. The way he kissed you like you were star crossed lovers reuniting, the way he held you firmly but gently as he thrusted slowly but as deep as he possibly could into you so you could feel every inch of him.

“Jongho, I’m gonna-” you breathed into his mouth, squeezing his hands on either side of your head. Your back arched, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot, which resulted in him swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around him. He relished in how melodic his name sounded rolling off the top of your tongue while you orgasmed, costing his dick with your slick. His thrusts began to fall out of the rhythm he made for himself, your name pouring from his lips like honey. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his small whimpers filling your ear and making you aware of the overstimulation your core was feeling as he reached his peak. He soon followed with his release, his hot seed spilling into you as he rode his orgasm out. Once he emptied himself into you, he collapsed on top of you, cock going flaccid inside of you as your sweaty bodies stuck together. Both of your chests were rising and falling at a rapid pace in unison as your fingers found his hair, combing through it affectionately.

“That ending wasn’t so bad either,” he panted, an honest chuckle leaving his lips. You swatted at him weakly, your own laugh betraying you as it escaped your chest. You laid there with him splayed against your chest, his hands tangling within your hair. The only sound that soon filled the room was the way his hummingbird heart sang, and oh, how it only sang for you.

—

“I’ll call you. Every day.” A sad smile spread across Jongho’s face as he looked down at the train ticket in his hand.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He played with your fingers, his eyes on the floor between you two. Neither of you wanted him to go, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. You pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you took a moment to memorize his musky sandalwood perfume that had surely seeped into your sheets from last night. You felt him lift away from you, his lips pressing firmly to the spot his head previously rested on. The lingering kiss he left you had your stomach in knots, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t all good. A part of you still feared goodbyes, but this time was different.

Jongho was different.

When you both heard the announcement for the train’s arrival, you parted. Your eyes met one last time, mutual looks of longing exchanged between the two of you. He leaned down as the train came to an approach, his lips slotting with yours for one final time.

“I’ll see you around.” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you did not dare mention the tears forming in his eyes. He turned away and boarded, but once seated, he looked out the window and back at you. He breathed against the glass to fog it up, his finger drawing a small heart for you to see. You felt a wet chuckle form in your throat, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you both waved at one another, the train pulling him further and further away from you. You stood there for a moment until the train was but a mere dot in your vision, feet refusing to move and accept the reality that Jongho was now gone.

You walked through the station, feet dragging you along as you felt your heart sinking within your rib cage. You took your phone out of your pocket when you felt it buzz and you swore your heart grew wings and flew away when you saw the text.

“Here’s to our new beginning.”

You felt the warmth spread throughout your chest, fondness bleeding from your veins. Visions of the previous night replayed in your head as you headed out of the station, phone clutched to your heart as you felt it beat for the boy on that had stolen your heart this summer.

You’ve always hated endings. But this time, you didn’t really seem to mind.

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a comfort sex with enemy!diluc

smut, soft sex, afab reader, a lot of kissing and affection. not proofread so there might be some errors 😪. inspired by this c.ai.

the last post got so many notes i was shocked 🤭🤭

"your boyfriend cheated on you?" diluc snapped. he had seen you two together for years now, so when you told him about it, something sparked inside him. it was as if an ignited match burned his heart. "y/n, look at me." he tried to calm you down several times, but you wouldn't listen to him as you kept sobbing, babbling on and on about your ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend. "y/n!" his voice echoed throughout the house. "you'll be okay, don't worry. i'll make him pay later worse than you could imagine, okay? so don't cry." he hated you since you always get on his nerves, but he hated it more seeing you cry over some random guy.

but you didn't stop. you were a sobbing mess. even when he hugged you, whispering sweet and comforting words, your eyes still filled with a puddle of tears. and to be honest, it made him annoyed. just how much this bastard meant to you. so he decided to use his last option. in the midst of your crying, you felt a pair of warm lips suddenly capture yours in a soft kiss. his kiss was long, and he didn't miss the look of shock on your face.

"are you calming down?" he asked, his voice low. nervously, you averted your gaze away as you fiddled with your fingers. you were slowly calming down, but you're still frowning, and tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you sniffled quietly. he clicked his tongue in annoyance before picking you up and placing you on his bed.

once again, he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, silencing your sobs and sniffles. unlike before, this time you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back, your mouth moving in a slow rythm. "shall i comfort you?" he whispered against your lips. you nodded silently as you hastily wiped away your tears.

diluc wasted no time pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, shushing you when you whined in embarrassment. "lay down." he commanded softly. as you tried to make yourself comfortable, he discarded the rest of your clothes before discarding his own.

diluc positioned himself between your legs as he stroked his cock before pushing it inside you, making you gasped and arched your back in pleasure. he began to thrust at a slow pace as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, "is this okay?" he inquiries gently. who would've thought diluc, your enemy for years was going to treat you gently? you expected him to be rough, to dig his nails into your skin, to knock the air out of you, but no. his touch was light and gentle like a feather.

you choke back a sob as you bobbed your head. you weren't making any sound at all, just a small whimper as a reply, and it worried him. diluc leaned down and brushed your remaining tears before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. he wrapped you in a warm hug, comforting you as his other hand gently stroked your cheek. "that bastard... should i kill him for you?" his voice darkening as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

his question caught you off guard, and you immediately shook your head. you refused to let anyone get injured because of you. "okay, if that's what you want." he swiftly pulled back and gave you a long and tender kiss. your hands quickly found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as you separated your lips, kissing him even deeper.

something inside you told you that this was wrong, and you shouldn't be doing this, especially after you had just broken up with your ex-boyfriend. but the way he caressed your skin, the way his cock slammed into your sweet spot, the way his lips pressed against yours, it all felt so good. you whimpered again, closing your eyes as you felt him thrusted a little more painful.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you." he murmured, gently stroking your hair as he pressed tender kisses along your neck. "just breathe deeply and slowly." as his pace started to increase, your breath became heavy, and you turned your head to the side, unconsciously giving him full access to your neck. he started to kiss your neck and collarbones, leaving tiny red marks by sucking and nibbling softly on your flesh, slowly making his way down your breasts.

just when your ex-boyfriend's too busy with his girlfriend, diluc's here to comfort you. to make you feel good, to give you the pleasure you couldn't receive, and he's here to make sure you feel safe and loved. you couldn't hold back your moan any longer when he swirled his tongue around one of your hardening nipples before bringing it inside his mouth, suckling on it. his free hand was kneading your muscles, squeezing and massaging your other breast as he kept his thrust steady.

as he continued nibbling on your sensitive bud, you felt the pressure slowly building in your stomach, and you knew you were close. your hands grabbed his hair, not so rough as you closed your eyes, ready for what to come, "i– i'm..." you trailed off your sentence as you gasped for air, head falling forward, making strands of your hair fell to the front.

"i know. just let it go." he said warmly, cradling you in his arms as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss. his gentle kisses soothed you and his movements increased ever so slightly. he gradually speeded up on the intensity of his movements until the pressure finally reached its peak, and you came all over his cock. your hands tightened on his hair as you cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

a small smirk spread across diluc's lips as he watched you climax. he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, his movements slowing down a little. he looked at your flushed face, cupping your cheek before asking, "you okay?" he was proud of you. proud of you for enjoying yourself and not holding back, proud of you for forgetting about your ex-boyfriend, and proud of you for being such a good girl for him.

"f- fine..." you managed to breathe out, feeling exhausted and embarrassed with a little sprint of sadness as you steadied your breathing. diluc removed the hair that fell on your face as he cupped your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours, all while watching you closely for any small signs of discomfort or unease. "now, stop crying. it's too troublesome."

[et6rnalsun]

BOYFRIEND OR NAH / Chris Sturniolo

౨ৎ pairing / chris sturniolo x fem! reader

౨ৎ summary / you have a boyfriend, stating that you love him. still, you can’t help but call chris back everytime you got a chance.

౨ৎ cw / 18+, smut

— A/N ⁑ just want to say that this is not meant to normalize cheating, but yk 😪😪😪 NOT PROOFREAD!!!

'needy' was the best word to describe how you felt at that moment.

that feeling in your stomach that made it impossible for you to stay still for more than a few seconds, making you squeeze your thighs together as you ran your fingers over the soft skin exposed by the shorts you were wearing.

you chewed on your bottom lip as little whimpers escaped your mouth, trying to give yourself some pleasure but helplessly.

the most frustrating thing is that not even your own fingers could calm down that fire burning inside you.

defeated, you look at your phone that was next to you, its screen that occasionally lit up with each notification that came up. the name of one contact in particular couldn't really escape your field of view, and you immediately grabbed it.

chris

you reallyyyyy should call me

miss ur pretty voice and face

you smirked reading his messages, letting out a small sigh. you really wanted to. dying to do it, without even exaggerating. so, helpless for this guy, you called him.

chris was in your friend group. so, your friendship was not even that deep, just a superficial thing without much importance. acquaintances, perhaps? he didn’t even know your favorite color, for example.

until, one night changed everything. even though you had a boyfriend, you couldn't deny the obvious attraction between you and chris. those casual touches that lingered a little too much to be unwanted, his lust-filled gazes that ran over your body when you wore those tight dresses.

just as you were at a party, you felt yourself suddenly being dragged towards a secluded corner of the place. confusion was written all over your face, but after a few seconds, the scent that flooded your nostrils was all too familiar.

“chris?” you murmured over the loud music, the blinding lights made it nearly impossible for you to locate his face. he didn't answer, and that confused you even more. you were about to say his name again, until his warm lips crashed against yours in a rough and quick kiss, almost out of fear that everything would end faster than it started.

at first it was impossible for you to respond, but after not even a few miserable seconds you sinfully returned that kiss that was too much wanted to be rejected, despite your mind still being clear enough to think about it. to think about your boyfriend.

it was useless to explain what happened next, and all the other times you called him to feel that feeling that you were now starting to crave. and just like this time, as the ringing rang in your ears, you couldn't help but think about it some more, needing it. that was the consequence of having chris sturniolo all to yourself.

"baby, finally." his raspy voice sent small shivers down your spine as he answered, and you swore you could feel that annoying but sexy, and cocky grin on his lips.

“missed me?” you teased in response, playing with the edge of your shorts as you lean against the headboard of the bed.

"you don’t understand how much" he murmured, and a light rustling of sheets could be heard in the background.

"then why don't you come over?" the tone of your voice had taken on a slight needy edge, and a small sigh escaped your lips as you waited for his response.

“oh, ma” he whispered, licking his lips as she immediately got up from his bed. “you’re home alone?” he asked, his phone now wedged between his shoulder and ear as he quickly pulled on his shoes.

“all alone” she hummed, her voice breathy enough to tempt him further.

“get your sweet ass ready in 10.”

soon after he was right behind you, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as your eyes rolled into the back of your head — letting him flatten your cheek into the pillow on your bed as his hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, his cock going even more deep in your tight hole with every rough thrust.

drool slightly pooling at the side of your mouth as you were being fucked almost senseless, making your head completely foggy. loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name escaping your lips practically every seconds.

"was this what you needed, doll? mhm?" he grunted in your ear, one of his hands wrapped around your throat to keep you closer. he then angled himself, hitting all the right spots to drive you crazy.

you arched your back with a loud moan, your eyes shut tight as your face contorted in one of pure pleasure. “fucking hell” he breathed out, continuing to hammer into you. “you’re so tight. feels like you want to break me in half, baby”

you barely even registered his world, even more when he started rubbing your clit as your eyes became glassy. “i’m going to cum, chris” you cried out in-between broken moans, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

he let out breaths and groans as he approached his orgasm just like you, his eyes watching your ass recoil with each of his thrusts, your body quivering and pussy tightening as you came all over his cock.

he pulled you by your hair, your back arched against him as he continued to thrust mercilessly into you, more moans escaping your swollen lips.

“i’m gonna fuck you full, doll” his thrusts became slow and hard, his grunts more frequent. “you’d love that, don’t you?”

you nodded quickly, wiping the tears of pleasure away.

chris then let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill you up to the brim.

“there you go, baby. that’s how you satisfy a pretty girl like you, remind your boyfriend that”

[ilwonuu]

saw ur posts and i really hope you're feeling okay now! if you feel like writing i wanna ask for some reqs where in the established relationship reader realized just how much jungwoo loves her bcs she's on her periode week and jw is taking care of her nicely without hesitating even adjusting his works and providing his help to accomplish reader's workload. thank you so much i really hope you're doing good and having a happy days ahead <3

thank you so much same for you:( i love this idea bc im always soft for jungwoo<3 thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy hehe,,,

honey

*๑♡՞ kim jungwoo

ᖗ pairing- established relationship, idolbf!jungwoo x fem!reader

ᖗ warnings- fluffy fluff , mentions of period pain/cramps, reader is not feeling great thru most of this, jungwoo is a sweetheart <3, he loves reader sm bye,,,,lmk if i missed something

ᖗ a/n- hi mls!!! i missed posting and i haven’t written for jungwoo in a while and i think he might be one of my biases,,,anyways i hope u guys enjoy<3 not proofread 😪

you have been rotting in your bed for hours. you asked your boyfriend to bring you some extra feminine products just incase. he was quick to respond to your text. he sent you a text saying he would be home soon with everything you need. you sighed in relief feeling so thankful for him. you cuddle up into your blankets as you wait for your boyfriend.

you watch whatever dumb dating show you had on earlier. your pain on the first day differs but this time is was painful as hell. you took some ibuprofen but it hasn’t started working yet leaving you to suffer. you hear the front door open making you smile to yourself. you see your boyfriend with a bag from the store.

“i asked you for a couple things- baby you didn’t have to get all this.” you sit up to face him as he brings the bag over to your side of the bed. “i know you did. i wanted to get your favorite snacks and some more stuff just to make sure you have it. i’m sorry you don’t feel good sweetheart.” he sits on the bed next to you. he pulls you into a gentle hug as he rubs your back.

“how was your day other than that? did you rest mostly?” he massages your back looking at you for your response. “it was good. i was missing you all day. i was just watching tv and cleaning a little but i gave up on the cleaning very fast.” you smile at him as he smiles back. “yea? i was missing you too. don’t worry about the cleaning i will take care of it all.” he rubs your cheek softly as you lay against his chest.

“how did you come home so early? i thought you had long schedules today?” the two of you move to lay down under the covers together. he pulls you close as he faces you. “yea i had meetings mostly but we got done like right before you texted me so i was quick to get you things.” his hand is resting against your hip as he gently massages your side. “you’re gonna put me to sleep baby.” you laugh as you close your eyes.

“come here.” he says pulling you to kiss him. you kiss him back quickly melting into the kiss. he holds your side gently as he kisses you softly. “i really missed you.” you pout looking at him. “i really missed you too, honey. you were all i was thinking about during my meetings.” he smiled at you again. he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you.” you sigh at the cramps you feel. “rest honey. see if you can nap? i love you more.” he looks at you with a soft expression as he helps you get comfortable. he rubs your back softly until you fall asleep next to him. he just smiles as he watches you sleep peacefully.

jungwoo woke up early that next morning to make sure you had enough food. he made you your favorite breakfast when he saw that you were slowly stirring awake. you watched him bring in your breakfast as you fully wake up. your cramps already kicking you in the ass in the first few seconds of you being awake. you sigh at the feeling but smile at your boyfriend.

“you ok sweetheart?” he sets the food down on the side table as he climbs back into bed. you kiss his lips quickly as you climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. “i’m fine! don’t you worry.” you smile back at him as you quickly use the bathroom. you come to your bedroom feeling a little bit better as you crawl next to your boyfriend. “you didn’t have to make this for me. thank you- wait what time is it don’t you have dance practice today?” you ask as you start eating the breakfast he prepared for you.

“oh yea! i do i just told them i had my girl to spend time with. we pushed it to this afternoon so i can stay with you a little longer. then i can bring home dinner for us!” he smiles at you softly. “how are you feeling though? need medicine, water, anything you need i will get it.” he smiles to himself as he feels the need to help you without thinking about it for a second.

“i’m feeling okay today- my cramps are killing already but i think i just need to finish eating this and it’ll help. thank you baby.” you smile back at him as you continue to eat. “ok. let me know if that changes. as for now i’m here to give you love.” he kisses your head as rubs your thigh softly. you finish your breakfast after a bit with a smile. you look over at your boyfriend to see him already looking at you. you start to tear up as your thoughts start to clutter your head.

“baby? what’s wrong?” his expression is a more serious one as he pulls you closer to him. “n-nothing- i just- you’re being so nice to me. i feel so shitty and here you are making me feel so much better- cooking me breakfast? jungwoo you are too much.” you start to cry as he holds you in his arms. “sweetheart i will do absolutely everything for you. you are my main priority. i don’t need anything else but you. i will always be here when you don’t feel good.” he kisses your cheek as more tears fall from your eyes.

“honey- i love you so much okay? come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses your lips. you kiss him back as you feel him pull away. he kisses your tears and gently wipes them away. “my pretty girl. i love you more than you know.” he smiles at you sweetly as he rubs your hair back. “i-i love you jungwoo.” you sigh into his arms as you stop yourself from letting more tears fall. “you are the best boyfriend i could ask for.” he shakes his head.

“you’re the best girlfriend i could ask for. you deserve the best only you know that. i will never give you less than you deserve. now let’s cuddle until i have to go to practice, i don’t want to leave your side until i have to go.” you laugh at him shaking your head. “what about my online classes? i haven’t done any assignments for this week.” you groan thinking about your work. “don’t worry about it until i leave! when i come back ill help you he smiles kissing your head as you two stay tangled in each others arms for the next hours to come.