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mina-org · 3 months ago

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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five you're reading part six!!

Seriously? Fuck this shit

You can’t move the frown, it’s stuck to you. What were you supposed to do? you had refused to go out with sabre because you didn’t have any money and now no electricity, your phones dead, you can’t even text him:(

Soon enough the clock strikes 12, a knock echoes through your apartment.

sabre is here and he’s gonna think you’re an idiot!

This is a great start, perfect.

Before you can unlock the door he’s letting himself in, “love you gotta keep the spare in a better place, ya lucky it’s just me.” Soon enough his shoulders are brushing past yours, heading to the kitchen.

“I picked up some food for us lovie, didn’t want ya cooking for me ‘nd hosting,” everything he does is so natural, it’s like he’s been here before and he’s not said anything about the electric situation, maybe because it’s daylight so he’s not noticed? Maybe it’s because the windows let enough light in? But you haven’t messaged him, he’s probably thinking you’re rude and now you’re being completely silent.

"im really sorry for not texting or anything, my electric isnt on and my phone is dead." you blurt out fast, your chest tightens a little, scared of his judgement, first you cant pay for coffee and now you asked him to come over and it looks like you didn't pay your electric:(

"its alright lovie, just gotta light some candles, it'll add to the mood 'nd add to the mood." he coaxes a nod out of you and you're meet with a smile. "good, now lovie I got a portable charger in the car, can get it for ya? dont want you ignoring me too much alright? and you dish out the food for us, yeah?"

"yes please, that'll be great." you soon return his smile, looking up at him! its perfect, he loves a damsel, especially one in distress(ignoring the fact he and his bros are the reason for it but thats none of your business)

Kyle searches through his car and puts his phone on mute, and changes Simon's name on his phone, doesnt want you to see Johnny simon, and price on his phone and put one and one together. the thought of johnny's tech fumble still gives him a giggle. that man hides his intelligence so, so well.

soon enough hes back upstairs, placing the charging brick on a side table before wrapping his arms around you, bringing into his chest and snapping a picture, "it'll be good for a scrapbook love, 'nd I wanna show off my pretty girl to my friends." he informs you and usually you'd protest but sabre was a breathe of fresh air, he was everything you wanted in simon and you didnt have to beg for it.

soon enough tea light candles are scattered across the table, charting out the new constellations that'll shine over you sabre, no, no, no.

You're getting ahead of yourself, you've known sabre for like 30 minutes? can't plan your wedding right now, when he goes home though? free range!!!

"so um, I thought we could like do a little painting dating, I grabbed a couple of canvases and stuff."

"great! I see this stuff all over 'nd I never 'ad anyone to do it with." sabre responds eagerly, he settles into his seat

"what are ya gonna paint?"

"not sure yet" you stare at the colours and suddenly you've never seen anything before.

"have ya seen the hand one? like we both have a colour and than I press my hand on the canvas 'nd than you do it over mine" he suggests.

do you just wanna compare hand size? you tilt your head to the side.

"yeah, but this way ill have a painting for when ya busy, unless youre willing to give me a hand, love?" he nods, admitting it with a laugh, you notices theres a hint of embarrassment, "'m a clingy bugger love, hope that's alright."

you nod at his words, "me too" you say simply and sabre starts picking out colours.

"you wanna be purple love, 'nd I can be green?" you nod and sabre is soon tugging up his sleeve and passing over his hand for you to paint.

you hold his hand so gently, he can't remember the last time he was held so delicately. the mix of the sensation of bristles and cold paint sends a shiver down his spine but you hold him steady and the scent he had smelt on simon and lingered in his flat it's suddenly flooded him, moorish caramel and rich vanilla, he wants to take a bite out of you.

his hand is soon covered in the pistachio green paint and moving to press down on the canvas.

now its your turn, but sabre is already tugging your sleeve up and a gently but firm hand brushes a layer of lavender over your own hand, you and sabre chat about everything and anything, his thumb gently rubs up and down.

soon enough the painting is done and sabre's got his phone out and taking pictures of you and the creation, saying he'll post it. little do you know he's sending it to simon who's spiralling because what the fuck? you always sent those sappy videos to him and now youre doing them, with Kyle:( not him. sickening. blood rises and he wants to grab Kyle out of your flat and take back his place.

sharing has never been Simons strong point.

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zzbubblegumbitchzz · 5 months ago

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just some good ole fashioned friends to lovers smut.

wc: 1.3k

cw: unprotected p in v, one mention of daddy, use of pet names, Quinn’s a yap, use of y/n like once, oral (f receiving), belly bulge, big dick quinn.

Everything was going wrong. Work cut my hours, my car needs work, Quinn’s looking more and more appetizing and he shouldn't be. I shouldn't be looking at him like he's a snack that I so desperately want to taste. He was such a fucking distraction, so much so.

Each night dragged on. My body begging for its release, brain panicking over the fact it's Quinn’s face I'm seeing as my fingers work small circles. It's always so fucking close before im betrayed by my brain and I just cant find the end.

Quinn was meant to be gone all day tomorrow, that had to be the timing I could finally do it. No Q, no thoughts, no guilt over craving the man’s mouth on mine. Just some music and myself. I can do this.

The room felt hot, my body was beginning to cave in. Everything was so close, it was sitting in the palm of my hand when everything was ripped away.

"Fuck!" I yelled. Disappointment, anger and the tears building up. Threatening to fall at any moment now. "I just wanna cum. That's all."

The door ripped open before I had any time to process the man in front of me.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why'd you-" his voice cut off as his eyes wandered down my body, stopping right where my hand met my cunt.

"Oh my god, get out!" the panic was all my body needed as the green light for my tears to fall.

He was standing at the foot of my bed before I knew it, big hands gripped onto my calves. "I can help, sweets. Just gotta ask. Can't stand to see such a pretty baby cry."

My chest felt tighter than usual, my body surely hot to touch at this point. "Quinn, what are you- fuck." His fingers rubbing soft circles on my inner thigh.

"Wanna help, that's all. I've heard you so close the last couple of nights. Thought at first you were just edging yourself, ya know? Bein a little mean. But sweetheart, it's okay to ask for help. Let me help, promise you'll feel so good. She's crying out for me, think she knows i'm so close and i'm just leaving her hangin. That's not very nice of me huh?"

Nodding down at the man settled between your thighs, "cmon pretty baby, ask me. I know you want to, too."

I could feel his breath so close to my core, god and I wanted him so bad, wanted his help more than anything. "Uh huh, please? Can you help me?"

His tongue licked a stripe all the way up and pressed a kiss against my clit. "Sweetest cunt i've tasted, jesus." His nose settled against your clit, he inhales a little bit before in and up my folds.

"Oh," you gasp, hands falling to his hair. Legs already threatening to close, but you know you can't. His tongue fucking the tight hole, his nose rubbing gently against your clit. "Mmm, Q."

His kisses, open mouthed, and so wet. He wraps his lips around your clit. His fingers digging into your thighs, forcing your legs up. He sucks, unrelenting, until you whine. And then his tongue flicks at your clit for a few moments before it goes back to fucking you. "Fuck. Feels so good," hands gripping his hair, he groans against your cunt. "Oh my god!"

He's moving slow with it, savoring every piece of you. Remembering the pattern of your body, memorizing the taste against his tongue. His cheeks pink, eyes closed. And you can't help but wonder of all the opportunities you missed out on him doing this. You're pulled out of the thoughts when you feel his finger against your hole.

His thick, long finger slides in with no resistance. His finger curling up, while his tongue flicks at your clit at a relentless pace.

Grinding against his hand, a yelp leaves your throat. Head thrown back. "Fuck, yeah? That the spot, baby?" You rock against his hand, unable to speak. Chasing the high you feel building up in your stomach. "More, please."

He chuckles at you, "you're a greedy thing." His middle finger slides in, it's a squeeze. Slowing his movements and giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Watching your face turn to comfort, he curls his fingers back up and mumbles against your bud.

"You gonn cum? Feel you squeezin' me. You're so fucking tight. Gonna need to go slow with you, it's gonna feel so good huh? Cmon, give it to me. There she is."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

He stays steady, pace unwavering. Hitting that spongey spot, he brings his mouth back to your clit. Tongue rapidly flicking against it, he reaches his arm around your waist holding you against the bed. Nothing but his name falling from your mouth, like he was your god and you were praying to him and him alone.

He's pulling away, letting you catch your breath. "Fuck, can I feel you? Need to feel you."

"Yeah, yeah. Please Quinny," he's shimming his pants off before you finish your sentence. He sees your eyes widen, "know it's big, i'll be slow okay? Your pace, I promise."

Not willing to waste a moment longer, Quinn finds his way back on top of you again, sliding himself in between your folds. His thumb's at your clit again and you shiver, mouth falling open.

"You ready?" he asked softly, dragging his cock against your entrance.

"Uh huh, just, slow."

Your eyes widen as he presses into you. You exhale shakily. "I know," He coos, "you're doing so good. Just relax for me."

"Kiss me."

His forehead presses against yours, his lips hovering over yours. "Here?" He's teasing you, he thrusts forward a little more. Presses his lips onto yours before you have time to speak. Moving his mouth so perfectly. He tastes like a hint of mint and you, and you could get lost in it if he'd let you.

He pulls his hips back, then slides in. Another inch.. You gasp against him and his tongue slips into your mouth. He moans feeling you clench down.

"Let me in, baby. Please. Wanna feel you cum so bad."

You nod at the man, a little lost in your mind. Fuzzy, and hot. Rocking your hips against his, "more, please please. Need to feel more."

He kisses up your neck, "you sure?" he mumbles against your skin.

"Uh huh," your brain is so fuzzy you don't even realize it coming out. "please, daddy."

"Oh fuck," he pulls out and thrusts back in to the hilt. "can't just say shit like that."

His hips find a pace, in and out. Punching the air out of you with each thrust.

The tears start to swell again, you're so close. So fucking close.

"Hang on," he's pulling out of you and grabbing your calves and folds them as close to your chest as he can before pushing back inside you, setting his pace quickly.

Your cunt squelches around him, his hand going to set on your stomach. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-"

"Shit." He groans, "Fuck, feel me?" he's pushing down on your stomach, "I'm right there baby. Fuck,"

"I'm gonna cum," you're rambling now.

"Cmon let me feel it, shit. You're squeezin my cock so good. doing so good."

He pulls out of you quick, he cums against your pussy.

His breath was unevening, eyes staring at his load dripping down to my bed. "Fuck, i'm sorry. I know I need to help clean you up, I just can't look away yet." He reached over to his pile of clothes on the floor, fishing out his phone, "can I take a picture, sweetheart? I can't ever forget this. Gonna think about it until I die, swear."

Fuck. Brain still hazy, "uh huh."

"Gonna take you out, can't ignore it anymore. Don’t care if Jack gets mad. Stuck with me now. Hope you're okay with that."

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chaotic-minds-think-alike · 2 years ago

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Finally finishing all these guys we’ve got charts and headcanons! (Long post)

(Height)

(Wingspan)

(Body length & basic shapes I used) (it might be odd but ignore any detail on the back, the shapes are for general body shape)

Headcanons:

Seawings: - Colors range from red and purple to yellow - Aquatic is based off areas of bioluminescence rather than singular scales (because no one wants to draw all of those) - Although they average small compared to the other tribes, gigantism is more common - Wing bioluminescence gene is always present but for some doesn't show, thus aquatic doesn't utilize the wings

Rainwings: - Can change the texture of their scales alongside color - Weakest bite due to their fangs, probably why they're vegetarian - Mimic interesting behaviors - Have forked tongues

Mudwings: - Colors range from olive green to purple-ish red - Very resilient - Able to breathe fire regardless of body temperature, the heat of the flame depends on body temp - Their horns constantly grow and sometimes have to be cut due to dangerous growing patterns - Love gnawing on things, tough foods like jerky is popular - The horn covers of fallen siblings are harvested and turned into instruments to remember them by

Leafwings: - Colors range from gold to teal (and pink to olive green during cold seasons) - Can appear to have false eyes - Bug-like just like the other Pantalan residents (because they're just some weird outlier like what is going on here) - Leafspeak doesn't actually allow them to hear voices from plants but rather increase the sensitivity of their antennae which pick up on the changes in plants - In colder seasons, regions that have deciduous trees influence leafwings in that their scales change into warm tones similar to fallen leaves for camouflage but this also negatively impacts one's leafspeak ability; this doesn't apply to evergreen leafwings however

Hivewings: - Colors range from hot pink to olive green - Can appear to have false eyes - Have elbowed antennae just like their "cousins", Hymenoptera (wasps, bees, ants) - Tend to disregard personal space/get close out of habit, being close means better temp regulation and better communication - All hivewings have stingers, wrist stingers, and a venomous bite but it largely depends on preference of which they choose and like muscles, they can be exercised to become deadly weapons - They're not capable of "emitting a horrible stench"

Icewings: - Colors range from white to pale indigo - Melanism is still very rare but more likely in icewings - Can be iridescent in any color, especially visible in lighter scaled individuals - The scales on their face is very fine and is flushed with blood which darkens the area and allows them to see in the snow by absorbing light, otherwise the glare from the sun reflecting off would be a hinderance - Their wings are thin and thus have visible veins most of the time - Idk how to describe their scales other than its kinda like basalt formations - From the side they appear large but are actually thin and flexible - They can freeze to death if they've gone without cold for a long time and then reintroduced too quickly - In hybridization, they have dominant genes, partially because the animus gene - The extra mane of horns can appear randomly on the body in singular spikes, they also make a clink sound when they collide as if they're made of ice, making a pretty scary rattle when disturbed

Nightwings: - Colors range from orange to purple - Albinism is still very rare but more likely in nightwings - Dwarfism is more common - Teardrop scales are always present, highlighted when the dragon has powers regardless of type - Pitbull ready to bite kids - They CAN hang upside down as the books suggest but not for long - By taking dust baths, they dull their scales to reflect less light and blend in better in the dark - Have white fire but cant breathe for long due to how hot it is (this is mainly to add onto the mysterious factor of em and I always liked the idea) - Due to eye sensitivity, they hate sudden bright lights and will close their eyes as they breathe fire

Silkwings: - Can have black or dark accents but never as a whole body color unless they've hybridized - Wing shapes vary widely - Can appear to have false eyes - Flamesilk is rarer than one might think - Very flexible and have strong tails used as a sort of 5th limb in climbing - Albino or melanistic dragons still keep their iridescence - Silk is emitted through a spinneret on the chin rather than the wrists - Prefer to travel in pairs (instinct)

Sandwings: - Colors range from red to olive green - Dark patters often mimic a snake's - Horse-like in complexion - Alongside their snake-like appearance, they have pit organs - Tend to move like birds - Poor eyesight but good hearing - Their horns angle upwards sort of like a bull

Skywings: - Colors range from red to yellow (and green because skywings are meant to be your typical fire breathing dragon which is most often depicted to be red but can also be green) - Tend to move like birds - Weaker than they appear - Green skywings are incapable of being or having flamescales - Their horns constantly grow and have to be filed down - A flamescale cant melt rock or metal by touch alone, only via fire is it possible - It's not that they don't want flamescales that they kill them, it's more of a mercy killing because of how lonely their life can be

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angelicgirlmj · 7 months ago

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an angels guide: my perfect winter evening routine ⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆

hi angels! i cant believe it’s almost christmas… im feeling so angelic and wintery! im very excited and i thought a good post would be a winter evening routine (especially as a few of you so kindly asked me for one)! my goals with my winter evening routine are primarily to be productive but also to get cozy and properly rest and recover for the next day. remember this is an ideal evening routine and not something ill achieve every evening! enjoy angels.

arrive home by 4:30 - 5:00.

spend a maximum of half an hour changing, putting clothes in the laundry, unpacking bag and getting books and supplies ready for work later. prep anything needed for cooking later.

make a cup of tea, warm matcha or hot chocolate. have a snack if needed!

refill bottle of water.

settle down and start work, focusing on most urgent work and doing what i can to make future tasks easier.

check what i need school wise for next day, pack bag and organise notes and resources needed. if possible read up on material for upcoming lesson to begin getting a grasp on the knowledge needed.

when finished with work do an evening workout for 30 minutes to an hour (on days when i have not worked out in the morning).

start cooking dinner and eat.

tidy up kitchen and prepare anything needed for lunches/breakfast the next day.

make a green tea to aid digestion!

prepare for a shower or bath.

dry brush prior to washing.

when in water exfoliate if shaving, i use either a dove sugar scrub, a lush one or a body shop one (normally in sweet, fruity or sugary scents).

regardless of whether i have exfoliated or not i then use a plain, unscented bar of soap to cleanse my body. i use a wash cloth to really cleanse my body and ensure all soap traces are removed.

if its a shaving day i massage shaving gel on the places im shaving, applying a light layer of baby oil to soften the skin and hair in particularly sensitive areas.

use a scented body wash and wash and clean everywhere thoroughly.

towel dry gently and apply a plain body lotion (the thicker the better during winter). when it has sunk in apply a body oil and scented lotion other the top.

put on my fave cozy pjs.

watch something or give myself some relaxing downtime. my favourites at the moment are anything christmassy (i love festive episodes from my fave shows and christmas films!), gilmore girls and some really interesting documentaries.

fill up bottle with water.

use mouthwash, clean teeth and floss.

pm skincare.

nightly yoga stretch.

get into bed and do a few minutes of journaling (or longer sometimes inspiration strikes late!).

read in bed until i am ready to rest, then go to sleep.

thank you for reading angels! i tried to include timings where possible but my schedule can vary massively - this is an example of a day where i had no activities etc. this isnt what every evening looks like for me, i try to find what works for me and be adjustable with a few daily non negotiables. happy christmas countdown to all who celebrate! feel free to tell me your evening routines or give me and others any tips - i love hearing from all of you angels.

love, m.

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idiotgojo · 7 months ago

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happy birthday satoru gojo!

gojo satoru x f!reader | 2k+ words | MDNI | 18+

disclaimer; no plot just filth, porn without a plot. not proof read, not even written properly, i was just in the mood to write while imagining filth. i was so h*rny while writing this. maybe it was because i haven't written anything in soo long. pls enjoy! moots pls reblog for reach if you dont mind ! :) (i need to reawaken this account!)

warning; fingering, oral - m&f receiving, p in v, squirting, multiple orgasms, mating press, doggy, cowgirl, overstimulation for both, idek what else (i almost involved a vibrator in this, but my mind jumped to something else and forgot about it.)

links to some very nsfw manga panels at the end to give you an idea of whatever the fuck I was writing 😭

nasty birthday sex with satoru, only you make it personal letting him it raw for the first time. bro is about to see god. at first he can't even comprehend what you've just given him permission for. but his entire demeanour changes when he kisses you again, so hungry and urgent. clothes are flying, sheets are undone, bed a mess already and he's barely started.

since it is his birthday, he deserves mind blowing head. so you're now face to face with his cock, so red with precum spilling. you start with kitten licks, just a tiny touch of your tongue, and then another and another. he bucks his hips up for more every time, frustrated.

"tormenting me on my birthday?" he stutters with heavy breath. you can only laugh

"you can destroy me after babe" and destroy you he will.

without another word, without satoru is even prepared you take him full, mouth covered in spit left stringing with every suck and twirl of your tongue. he's filled with so much pleasure he cant even control himself and starts to full on fuck your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. your eyes tear up but that's okay, its his birthday after all. but just as he felt like he was near, he lets you off his cock.

he is NOT about to come like this when you just gave him the green light to hit raw. so he flips you both and now he's got you all sprawled out in front of him.

"don't make me wait too long" your pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you up.

"baby i need to prep you. you can't take me until you're dripping wet. i'm too big f'you remember" he smirks.

for somebody who just edged themselves, he was way too calm. but you were going insane, you were growing impatient, squirming while he just stares between you and your desperate cunt. "do something pleaseee"

"aww you want me to touch you??" tears welled in your eyes.

"please yes please touch mee" the frustration was too much. it felt like instant karma but you weren't this mean to him. but satoru was generous tonight and that much begging seemed enough. he stares are you, his fingers circling just around your clit. without breaking eye contact, he coats two of his finger in slick saliva and moves down agonizingly slow and finally there's the first touch. a moan escapes your lips and this is just the first to many more. satoru takes his time, moving up and down your slit, your were so wet, his fingers were gliding through. but he'd still ignore your clit, skilfully going just around it.

he stops at your entrance, teasing it, just the tips of his fingers inside. you want wait any longer so you push yourself lowering his fingers into you. his 6 inch fingers could make you cum right there.

he can't help but chuckle. you were so cute like this, desperately fucking yourself carefully on his fingers. you were so lost in pleasure, eyes shut you didn't even realise he lowered himself to your clit. he first blew on it, and then pressed the tip of his tongue to your wet clit, jolting your eyes open with the sudden burst of extra pleasure, satoru loved seeing you like this, falling apart in front of him. his warm tongue circling your clit with little vibrations and his digits going in and out of you with a set rhythm, you weren't far from feeling that knot in you belly snapping. his tongue was so warm and wet, lapping with the tip. and sucking of your clit when you least expect. he'd kiss it every now and then, wrapping his lips around your tender and swollen clit.

"fuck toru right there ahh—" you could feel it, his tongue getting faster and his fingers are the same artfull pace, curling just where you needed.

"fuck fuck fuck yes yess toru ohhh I'm—" and then you came undone, overwhelmed with pleasure. but he wouldn't stop, you try to scram away but satoru holds on to your thigh with one hand, and that was enough to lock you in.

"toru pleas— its too much too ughh— i can't" trying your best to push him away. he pulled his fingers out, drawing slower circles on your clit with his tongue, still summoning jerks from you. this was his way of showing you mercy, making you cum only once on his tongue because you have a long night ahead with his cock. how many orgasms he'd pull from you tonight before you tap out was a challenge to him.

he kisses your clit one last time, leaving you panting, eyelids heavy. "tired already princess?" he teases. coming up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. the kiss was slow and pure and sincere. he loves you, the love of his life. he looks down holding his dick, slowing pumping. he taps your raw clit a few times, before lining up with your entrance. when he pushes in, he kisses you again, rough and messy. not sure if it was to distract you or himself. he was groaning and felt like he would bottom out immediately. he almost felt like a virgin again.

you tap his arms signalling to move, but he can't even look at you properly. his eyes glazed, his head empty no thoughts. the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, so warm and wet was driving him over the edge

"hold on princess, i'm about to bust. your pussy feels s'good, s'good s'good" he chanted hiding in the crook of your neck rocking extremely slow.

and eventually, he picked up the pace. moving his full length in and out of you. he was hitting all the right spots, he knows them like the back of his hand. he always put your pleasure first, but tonight, he was out of control. overstimulating himself before he's even cum, you had never seen him like this.

"god your pussy ah—was moulded just f'me, look at how you're sucking me in baby aghhh fuck—"

he thrusts fasters into you, his high approaching. but he needed to feel you deeper and deeper, so he pushing your legs back fully into your chest splitting you in half. he pounded into you, grunting and swearing. your moans met his match, filthy sounds of squelching filled the room. his ego was on the line, about to cum before you, so in order to get you to the edge his fingers made contact with your clit. drawing circles on your already sensitive bundle of nerves. bad idea because you clenched around his cock so hard filled with pleasure, in a few thrusts he came undone. his seeds pumped into you.

"fuck ahh ahhh— your tight wet cunt will be the death me"

ridding out his high, his movements slowing down. honestly at this point you were so gone and sensitive everywhere you couldn't even tell if you had cum again. you were left shivering, pupils blown, breath uneven. atleast you had that in common.

he pulls out looking at his sticky cum spill out of you. the scene so filthy just ignited something else entirely in him, he wanted more of that. he wanted to fill you up and keep you stuffed. another round starting almost immediately as he flips you over. light kisses planted on your back, as he manhandles you onto all fours.

you turn to look at him, and he halts. despite the messy hair, drooled lips, and rosy cheeks, he think you look like an angel. his large hand wraps around your throat while kissing you. he enters you again, this time easier than the last. he doesn't start slow this time, he just ruts into you like a dog in heat. you can barely hold yourself up on the headboard.

"arch your back f'me princess" he guides, tugging gently at your hair. you could feel satoru reach places he never has. he hit the spot and you couldfeel yourself cumming with loud moans, scratching at the pillows and fisting the sheets. satoru had no intentions of slowing down. instead he reached forward, one hand pinching your nipples. the other slowly reaching down to your tender and abused clit. he didn't even rub this time, he only tapped it with the pads of his fingers. so lost in pleasure, you screamed and babbled nonsense unable to even make words. satoru was fucking you stupid and you knew he was not done.

"i cant, i plea- ahhh toruuu" you tapped his his arm to get him to slow down. he didn't at once since he was close too,

"hang on a seco- princess hold on. m'close. i need to fill— this pretty lol cunt up" in a few more seconds his thrusts lost rhythm, and you could feel his hot cum leaking out again from the edges. he kept going until you had to physically get yourself off his dick. it was all too much, shutting your legs. you were oversensitive, losing all coherent thoughts. you continued to whine and babble, but so did satoru. it was as if he had fucked you both stupid. he collapsed beside you, rubbing a soothing hand on your back.

you moved to look at him, eyes all hazy. satoru thought you were going to kiss him or call it an end but what you said baffled him "i want more toruu. i need your cock in me, fill me up." you pouted, as if you'd cry if he didn't give you what was asked for

"you sure doll? you were in tears— you're still shaking" he was confused but you asking him with such an unfiltered tone, only turned him on again. he could feel himself slowly harden.

but neither could he think rationally at this point, so he agreed, "c'mere. sit on my cock princess, ride me out for my birthday". more than happy, you straddled him. gently rubbing his overstimulated cock you lifted yourself

"holy shit" he couldn't believe the site of your cum filled pussy in front of him like that. all his cum dripping out of your puffy cunt.

"all fo'you toru. all this only fo'youu" you said swiping some cum from your pussy and rubbing it off his dick as lube. you slowly lowered yourself onto him, and it felt like you were going to explode. this new position was something else altogether, you couldn't even begin to move on his dick.

"help toru I need you I need to fill me up" crying and whining, satoru could see you struggling, you were so cock drunk even though your body could barely hold itself together. he knew the right thing to do was to get you off and put you to sleep after cleaning you up, but he was no better. he couldn't stop now, while he was still hard.

"just one more doll, yeah? you can give your toru just one more no?" he sweet talked you and you nodded along, not even realising what your were agreeing to. he took your wrists, kissed your fingers and moved in and out. he tried his best to pound in and out of you, but i was too much for him. he was tired too, so he put his arms under your thigh to hold you up your weight and went crazy. what must have been a few minutes felt like hours. screams were loud and the sound was just filthy. you were creaming around his cock with all the cum from before. satoru discovered that night he might have a breeding kink.

your legs were shivering, you tried holding yourself upright, but without satoru's support you really couldnt. his legs were growing tired too, but desperate for one last release. so he paused without pulling out flipping both of you.

he hammered into like there was no end. you felt something stronger approaching this time, something longer than an orgasm. "toru wait i-" you couldnt finish your sentence before you snapped and felt like you were exploding, satoru could feel something wet, not sticky. he pulled out and understood what your pulsing pussy needed. he held his dick and lightly tapped at your clit in a fast pace, and before you knew, you were squirting on his abs.

"such a dirty girl, look at you making a mess on me" you couldn't help but cover your face, feeling shy and embarrassed. it felt like you were about to pass out, your hands and legs were shivering. you started to see spots. it was too much for toru's pillow princess. and for the last time satoru went back in you. your pussy was so tight it barely took him a few seconds before he was filing you up again. he couldn't even hold himself up anymore. he collapsed on you jerking with every pussy clench, he had to force himself to pull out so atleast one of you didn't black out.

you both just lay there, one on top of the other, holding each other, cradling him in your arms.

"best birthday ever" was the last thing you heard.

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#i hope you like it!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff

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starlinggirll · 2 months ago

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god I love the way you write for art! I have this ideia about reader meeting dilf!art bc her daughter is like besties with lily (reader is divorced so her and art end up falling in love - they meet up in secrecy bc they don’t want the kids to know until it’s actually something official). I think they would be so cute and art would be so head over heels for her <3

it all started when the girls wanted to sleep over. you had come over to meet art, not wanting to leave your daughter with a stranger. both of you were pleasantly surprised when you made eye contact.

after that, he kept subtly asking lily about you. he learned you were divorced as well. and alike, your partner had cheated on you. two peas in a pod if you ask him. he didnt understand how someone would cheat on a beautiful woman like you. so when the second sleepover happened, he finally talked to you...got your number.

when the girls were out in a party, he had invited you over. completely amazed at the sight of you in a dress. he had taken you out for dinner...and now? taking you home.

"it was a really nice date," you say as he stops for a red light. glossy lips glimmering against the lights. his hands itched to touch your bare thighs. "im glad you think that," he says softly, glancing at you. "i hope this isnt the last date." he tries to put on a teasing tone, but he is actually nervous. his hands are clammy and sticky.

"oh um-" your cheeks heat up, you feel like a school girl. you dont remember feeling this shy and fuzzy since your bastard of an ex-husband. "y-yeah yeah sure." you stutter, biting your bottom lip. "we just cant let the girls know, you know?" he nods almost immediately, continuing to drive one the light turns green. "yeah, i know. i totally understand."

when he arrives to your house you leave with small kiss to his cheek. and when he gets home he's feeling so fuzzy and light like he just met the love of his life for the second time.

the second date is even more magical, only happening 2 weeks after the first one. both of you are more touchy, more comfortable.

"you look really beautiful today, did you know that?" "i know art. you been telling me this since you picked me up." and you both kiss, finally. his hands are on your hips, and yours are on his cheeks. the kiss is slow, passionate.

and when he takes you home you invite him over, his hands are all over you. he pins you against the couch, his hands are unknowingly shaking, desperate to see every inch of your skin. "you been driving me since the moment i laid eyes on you, y'know?" his words make you whine, back arching towards his hands. "i been dreaming about this moment for days."

he fucks you so good. better thaan what your husband ever did. "you feel me deep inside, dont you baby?" he chuckles against your cheek. his lips never leave your face as he fucks you missionary. he's close to slipping out a 'i love you' but he manages not to.

"you are so-so so so big." you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as your bury your face into his neck. "mm art!" he makes sure you come first before he lets out his own cum on your stomach. "s-sorry i didnt-" he cuts himself off at the feeling of you smashing your lips with his with a little giggle.

"we should do this more often," you would whisper as he holds you tight in his arms, still on the couch. "yeah, we should."

#art donaldson #dilf!art #challengers #mike faist #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson i love you #mike faist i need you #mike faist x reader #oh i love this #bonniesbluee ۶ৎ

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sky-high-standards · 1 year ago

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Yandere!!Fairytale characters Dark reverse Harem x reader Part 2

Ik I've been neglecting a part to for so long but here it is.

part one here

You fell into the ocean and all you could hear was a voice it was so beautiful and so sweet and..obsessive?

you woke up on a very familiar shore and sat up only to be tackled down by a big gray sheep dog who seemed very happy to see you and due to almost drowning you were extra confused.

???: Maxine? where are you girl

Then a man with dark hair and Caribbean blue eyes spotted you and the dog. Maxine? why does that sound so familiar?

??: Oh sry about Maine ma'-Y/n?

You had no idea how this man knew you but then you remembered.

Y/n: Eric?

He then beamed and hugged you it was eric another one of your childhood friends you two always played by the beach with Maxine and Eric would always say how when he became king you had to be his queen.

flashback

A much younger eric and you playing by the shore making sand castles while Maxine lied in the sun.

Eric: Y/n, Y/n look at my sandcastle!!

Y/n: Oh its so cool.

Eric: cool? It doesn't look cold y/n.

You shook your head.

Y/n: nevermind

Eric then smiled at you and laughed

Eric: Y/n you're very strange y/n when I'm big I'm going to be a king and you're gonna be my queen okay.

Y/n: No I wanna be in charge and you're the strange one.

You huffed and eric then pouted.

Eric: No Y/n you have to be my queen if you're my queen I'll tell the servants to make the moats full of chocolate.

he smirked when he saw your eyes light up.

Y/n: Oh okay I'll be your queen!

Eric: pinky swear?

he said sticking out his pinky finger.

Yn: Pinky swear.

and the moment you interlocked pinkies a promise that eric would never forget was made.

present

As Eric helped you up he brought you back to the palace but you couldn't help but wonder who saved you but little did you know you're savior carefully watched the two of you from under the water

Under the sea

???: Floundra she came back...she finally came back.

A voice excitedly said.

???: I knew she'd come back to me she must love me why else would she fall into the ocean she was practically telling me to save her an act of love!! that's so cute of her.

the voice said in a lovesick and happy way his sea blue eyes practically had hearts in them just thinking of you with a blush as red as his hair dusting his cheeks. but he then snarled.

???: But that repulsive man just had to come too trying to steal her from me I cant have that now.

Floundra his best friend looked at him concerned and worried not just for him but for you too ever since he was a sea wee he'd watch you and Eric play together longing to be a part of your world but this longing soon became a lovesick obsession she'd seen the way he'd look at you blinded by love and delusion she knew he'd go through any length to be with you but after you suddenly disappeared he was devastated and the obsession died down which Floundra was relieved about because she knew if you stayed there longer he would've done something horrendous to have you.

But the moment he saw you again helpless and almost drowning he was euphoric he'd never been so close to you, you finally came back to him he wanted to drag you down to the bottom of the ocean and keep you but unfortunately human lungs aren't for the water so he pulled you to the shore and saved you while happily singing to you and caressing your body the sunset made your skin glow and his emerald green tail shimmer in the light he wanted to stay there forever but he had to come and that mangey mut too so he went back into the ocean and watched from afar with jealous eyes watching Eric help you up.

Floundra: Arien are you okay

He just stayed silent watching Eric take you away the look on his face was blank which was strange for someone as go lucky and puppylike as Arien but it was the kind of cold stare that would run a chill down your spine.

Arien: If I don't act soon she'll be gone forever. I need to get rid of that human Floundra.

In the palace

You got washed up and brought into the old room you used to stay in pacing around wondering how to pass this story and just on time a purple light flashed and your fairy godmother came.

Godmother: I'm glad you made it my dear.

You sighed a sigh of relief happy to see her.

Y/n: Whats my task for this story Godmother?

Godmother: Well my dear you have to keep Eric alive.

At that your heart drops.

Y/n: w-whats going to kill him.

Godmother: That can't be revealed yet my dear...

She smiles gently then continues

Godmother: Keep him away from the sea at all times my dear.

And in a poof of purple light she was gone you groaned the fell onto the bed pondering what danger awaits Eric and when you'd be sent to the next story.

Eric's pov

She came back Maxine she finally came back I knew she'd never break her promise he said looking at his pinky dreamily and she came just in time for me to be crowned king I always knew she was destined to be my queen

He said as Maxine sat Infront of him wagging her tail.

Under the sea

Floundra: Eric don't do this this is a bad idea.

She desperately said swimming by Arien who then gave her a cold and furious look.

Arien: Quiet Floundra

He then swam to the entrance of the sea warlocks cave Ursule Arien swam in determined and motivated and then he saw Ursule sitting there staring right at him with his signature persuasive yet sinister smirk.

Ursule: I year you've been having trouble with you're love life my dear.

Arien: I want you to turn me into a human.

Ursule: oh~ that eager are we?

Ursule laughed and made his way to his spells before he turned to Arien and smirked.

Ursule: you do know you have to pay a price for my help.

Arien: I'll do anything to have her.

He said in a determent voice to which ursule looked intrigued by and checked his spells where your face appeared looking into the ocean.

Ursule: Oh she is quite a catch very beautiful you have a taste for gorgeous things I see.

Arien glared at his comment.

Arien: what price do I have to pay.

Ursule: Well Angelfish you will need a human heart if you want to win hers I'll make you human for Three days but by the third sunset you'll need a human heart and her love.

Arien: She already loves me.

Ursule: Sure she does Angelfish~Ooh and one more little thing, I need your voice.

Arien looked at him irritated and furious.

Arien: How will I tell her I love her without my voice.

Ursule: If she loves you as you say it'll be child's play to show her your love so sign the contract my boy.

A magic contract appeared in front of Arien with a pen to which Arien eagerly signed then suddenly he was human and Floundra quickly helped him to the surface.

Back in your room

You sat on the bed looking out the window staring at the ocean when a figure in an old ships sail stumbled across the beach.

You were intrigued and climbed through your balcony to see who it was as you drew closer you were seen and the figure attempted to run towards you only to fall as if unable to use his legs.

You quickly went to help him.

Y/n: I'm sir ate you alright.

The strange man suddenly leaped onto you nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you pushed his face away you got a better look at him he had the most beautiful sea green eyes and soft looking scarlett red hair he was undoubtedly handsome even dressed in an old sail.

As you pushed the clingy man off Eric came along with Maxine

Eric: Y/n!! Y/n where have you gone...oh there you ar-

Eric stopped mid sentence when he saw the man on top of you glaring at him to which Eric immediately tried to separate you two while Maxine growled at the man.

Eric: What do you think you're doing with her?

Eric coldly spat out and the man who was visibly irritated opened his mouth to speak but the closed it scoffing.

Y/n: Eric it's okay he didn't do anything wrong.

You say then turn to the strange man.

Y/n: what's you're name?

You said it do sweetly hid heart melted you were finally here looking at him with those beautiful e/c eyes that were only supposed to look at him.

He opened his mouth to speak but the clutched his thought gesturing that he couldn't speak.

Y/n: oh you can't speak you poor thing Eric we have to help him.

Eric was visibly against this but wouldn't dare upset you so he simply nodded grumbling under his breath and he could've sworn he saw the man smirk.

You three then go to the palace with new company and he soon got dressed cleaned and was seated at dinner.

Y/n: Sir did you have an accident? Is that why you can't speak?

He slowly nodded.

Y/n: Are you okay with me calling you Red until we find your name?

He eagerly nodded and stared into your eyes giving you the most adorable smile but you could sense something was wrong about it...

Okay I accidentally posted this y'all tell me what your suggestions are and tell me if I should continue love you my lovely single pringles.

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hapuchika · 4 months ago

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Mischief & Malice - Chapter 4

Summary: Your girlfriends give you some much needed relief from the events of chapter 2

Warnings: SMUT WE GOT SMUT, cunnilingus, shibari, rope play, mommy kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, suspended bondage, magic straps, strap on, squirting, fucking tooth rotting fluff.

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A/N: WE GOT SHIBARI also i have mommy issues and daddy issues so we got mommy & daddy kink i'm sorry (not really). Anyway, enjoyyyy. Also shoutout to @bookwo-rmy

Thank you, my love, for giving me the idea on how to start this chapter

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‘Fuck’

‘Shh, baby. You want to let our darling dove rest, don’t you?’

‘Nat- fuck. I think- oh fuck m- how are you doing that?’

‘Just relax, detka. Go ahead. Make a mess for me’

‘Oh fuuuuuck. God. Baby- I ca- I cant please. No more. Fuckfuckfuck’

The sounds Wanda made left you throbbing. You no longer remember why you’re pretending to be asleep.

“I think someone’s awake.” Came Wanda’s breathless voice.

You inhale sharply, keeping your eyes closed and body relaxed. You are, however, unable to hold back the goosebumps that erupt down your arm when you feel someone’s hot breath on one side of your neck.

“I don’t know, Wands,” Nat comments dryly, her mouth nearly brushing against your ear. “It seems like our little slut fast asleep.”

You let out a shuddering breath at that, still refusing to open your eyes despite the three of you well aware of your state of consciousness.

“You get three seconds to open those gorgeous eyes of yours, detka,” Wanda warns, her finger lightly trailing its way up your torso.

You hold your breath, not moving a muscle.

The disappointed sigh Wanda lets out beside you almost makes you break. You feel the delicious tingly pressure of Wanda’s magic over your eyes before it fades, leaving a soft silk firmly around your eyes.

The blindfold.

“Colour?” Natasha asks softly, trailing her tongue up your neck to behind your ear.

You groan out a ‘green’, already trembling with anticipation.

“That’s my good little baby.” Came the sultry, accent-heavy reply.

Fuck. Those two knew precisely how their accents affected you.

You arch your back at the feeling of Natasha’s soft lips making their way from your collarbones, down to your stomach, nipping their way further down to your pelvis.

Meanwhile, Wanda nips down your neck and around your collarbones.

Desire sizzles through your veins. Your nerves come alive under your girlfriends’ attention.

You barely register that you had woken up completely naked, a stark difference from your clothed self falling asleep.

A yelp makes its way out of your mouth at the feeling of Natasha biting the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. The sound quickly turns into a breathy groan as Wanda gives a similar treatment to the base of your neck.

The two bite and suck, alternating between both sides of your neck and inner thighs.

“Natasha, please”, you whimper, her hot breath against your core leaving you desperate for more.

Natasha ignores you, leaving featherlight kisses on your pelvis, inches away from the apex of your thighs. It’s driving you insane.

Wanda does not like the lack of attention; she bites beneath your nipple, smiling at the way you arch your back for her.

Your hands move from gripping the sheets to the headboard and back to the sheets.

“Please”, you pant, lost in the feeling of their lips and hands and just… them “My loves, please.”

You whine at the loss of contact from both your girlfriends, your brain hazy with lust and submission.

You frown at the momentary silence when, suddenly, the blindfold is removed from your eyes.

You blink rapidly to adjust to the low light. The sight of your girlfriends completely naked almost distracts you from the expression on their faces.

You look at them, your heart rate picking up.

“What?” You ask, slightly breathlessly.

“You- you called us your loves,” Wanda whispers, her eyes glistening even in the low light.

“Did you mean it?” Natasha asks, equally affected.

There’s a painful lump in your throat. You being naked and exposed had nothing to do with the vulnerability you felt.

Your heart rate has skyrocketed; your mouth is dry at the mere thought of confessing.

“I- I… I- I lo-“ you stammer.

Frustrated tears appear in your eyes; the words were right there. Why couldn’t you just say them?

What good was knowing every language in existence if you couldn’t speak a single one at the most critical moment of your life?

You look at Wanda, pleading- begging her to share your thoughts. She gives you a soft smile and nods.

The witch gently cups your face and nods in encouragement. Then, you close your eyes and let your memories and emotions take over.

♡__♡__♡__♡__♡

You think of the beginning. The heartbreak. It had destroyed you, erasing you from your family's memories. It hadn’t worked. When the bad guys found out, they abused that knowledge. It cost you your sister. Aes- No. You can’t. Not yet.

You stopped everything. If the bad guys were a threat, you’d ensure you were the worst of them all. Years alone. Until… You gave in. You needed someone. Someone indestructible. Never able to be hurt or eradicated.

Soon after, you met her. Natasha fucking Romanoff. The Black Widow. Her fiery red hair. That incredibly distracting costume of hers. Her wit, her eyes- good god, her eyes.

You found yourself taking on the dumbest tasks. Stupid crimes that didn’t suit a criminal of your caliber. At first, it was just to see her. Soon? You craved her presence, the intimacy that was ever present when the two of you fought. You spent months and years practicing to fight. Memorising her fighting style, learning your own.

You were tempted to talk to her, but you couldn’t endanger her. Couldn’t let someone else get close. No. You weren’t strong enough for that.

Later, the witch showed up to the fight. It was like you were falling all over again. Your heart would beat erratically just watching the two of them deal with villains. You knew their history. But you consciously made an effort to avoid indulging too much. Giving them the privacy they needed. You soon realised that fighting them helped quiet your mind. You didn’t have information constantly screaming and echoing in your head.

Then it happened. That SHIELD/HYDRA agent tried to stab Natasha. You were forced to face the truth. You didn’t want whatever flirtationship was going on between the three of you to end. No, you craved more.

When you started dating them? It was merely a matter of time before you fell harder than ever. You were infatuated, obsessed, in love. Wanda and Natasha quite literally brought the light back in your life. They understood you in a way nobody else, not even Loki, had. They made you feel complete. Being with them felt like you could breathe. It felt right.

It was when they were kidnapped that you were forced to confront the gravity of your emotions. Seeing Wanda passed out and Natasha covered in blood? That was too much for you. They couldn’t leave you. No. It wasn’t their time yet. You can't lose them. You won’t lose them. You would much rather raze this planet to the ground than lose them. You love them. Fuck. You love them.

You love the way Wanda snorts as she laughs, grabbing whoever she can nearby. The way Natasha furiously hides her tears at funeral scenes in movies. The way Wanda gets misty-eyed when she cooks Sokovian food, her head tilted a bit as though she’s listening to the ghost of her mother giving her instructions. The way both of them sneak looks at children with their families; a reminder of the childhood that was stolen from them.

These women were yours just as you were irrevocably theirs. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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The absence of Wanda’s palm brings you back to the present. You open your eyes, and the sight in front of you makes your heart clench.

Both your girlfriends are looking at you with tears flowing down their faces. Natasha is actively holding back sobs.

“I’m sorry..” You say weakly. “I just wanted to show you two how much.. How- I.. how much I love you.”

Wanda rushes in to kiss you, hard and desperate. You let out a light whimper but kiss her back just as passionately. It’s messy, sloppy, it’s fucking perfect.

Wanda breaks the kiss, leaning back to breathe. You were not offered the luxury. Your spy girlfriend kisses you equally passionately. While Wanda’s kiss was hard, Natasha’s kiss was rough.

The spy nips and bites, leaving you overwhelmed and craving more.

“I love you,” the spy mumbles against your lips, “fuck. I love you so fucking much.”

You let out a moan, the desire within you once again reigniting. Your hand seeks Wanda, wanting to be with both of your loves in that moment.

Natasha pulls back and switches her heated gaze to Wanda, “I love you, Malysh. Fuck. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love the two of you.”

Once again, Wanda’s eyes began to glisten. “I love you both so much.” She choked out, practically smashing her lips against the spy’s.

You wanted to let them enjoy their moment. You really did. But, fuck, the ache returned with full force.

Wanda must’ve heard your thoughts because she pulls back from her heated make-out session with Natasha.

“What’s wrong, baby? Is my love feeling needy?” Wanda asks with a condescending pout.

If her tone wasn’t enough, the use of ‘my love’ practically left you panting.

Natasha smiles at your state, squirming and desperate.

You reach to touch Wanda, but she quickly grabs your hands and places them above your head.

“Keep them there, baby. Let natty and I take care of you.”

You nod, taking a deep breath and relaxing your body.

“That’s it, my love. Just relax and let us make you feel good.” Natasha says, moving so her face is once again between your legs.

Barely a few kitten-licks on your mound, and your hand is in Natasha’s hair. The spy stops, ignoring your whines and pleas, and looks at Wanda with a smirk.

The witch summons her magic, red whisps around your wrists, down your arms and shoulders, even between around your legs.

Seconds later, you find yourself suspended in the air, completely immobile.

You look at your legs with wide eyes, and gorgeous scarlet rope makes breathtaking patterns all across your body.

Your hands and arms were tied behind your back in such a way that you were arching your chest out, your legs spread wide, and your ankles tied firmly to the back of your thighs.

You were completely immobile, rope weaved into the pattern on your torso was suspended on the ceiling.

Natasha was in heaven. She had always known you were attractive, annoyingly so. But the way Wanda had you tied up in front of her was nothing short of art.

“Wanda…” Natasha breathed.

Wanda paid no attention. She was equally enthralled by the sight of you. She was so glad she had taken Shibari lessons from Pepper.

When she called Wanda for the third time, the witch finally looked at her girlfriend, Natasha, who seemed just as affected as Wanda.

“Wanda, I need to taste them, now.” She said.

Wanda nods and uses her magic to lower you a little further.

“Nat?” You pant out.

Natasha barely looks at you with a ‘hm?’.

“Nat, I need you to touch me, please. I love you, but I’m not going to love you very much if you don’t touch me right this se- oh my god.”

At that moment, not even all the Avengers together could have stopped Natasha from tasting you.

You let out unrestrained moans as the spy ravished your pussy. The ropes ensured you had no wiggle space, so all you could do was just take it.

A loud groan erupts from your throat as Natasha slowly shoves the length of her tongue inside you, her thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Fuck- holy fuck. Baby- I”

You practically lose all sense of thought, your mind deliciously empty. You felt Natasha curl her tongue inside you against a particular spot that had you dizzy.

“How- wha- oh my god- Nat, don’t stop doing that, please”

Your body was on fire; you had no idea how Natasha was doing whatever she was doing, but you knew if she were to stop, you were going to die.

You were reminded that your witchy girlfriend was right beside you when you felt a hand snake up to your throat, tightening at just the right pressure.

“She’s so good at that, isn’t she detka?” Comes Wanda’s low, accented voice.

You merely babble in agreement, unable to think coherently. It was too much and not enough all at once; your mind was too hazy with pleasure to think of anything.

Wanda, having read your mind, summons her magic and focuses it on both your nipples as she tugs them roughly.

You scream, the coil inside tightening to a maddening degree. The magic seemed to sizzle your nerves and make its way deep inside you to your spine.

“That’s it, detka,” Wanda whispers in your ear, her breath hot and heavy, “Get closer to the edge, I know you can.”

You were fucking tip-toeing the line. Your throat is already sore from the screaming, but you continue to do it anyway. Your body was on fire, and you were all too willing to get consumed.

“Come for us, draga.” You hear Natasha’s voice in your mind. She gives your clit a harsh pinch and your body obeys.

The screams you had previously let out were nothing compared to now. Each wave of pleasure seemed to crash into you, overwhelming you in the best possible way. There was no end to it, the pleasure intensifying with each all-consuming wave.

You were building up while stilling cumming your brains out. Soon enough, you came. Hard.

The ringing in your ears meant it took a little time to figure out that you stopped screaming. You felt as though you were floating high up, unable to move a single muscle.

You faintly hear Natasha groan, “Fuck, I love it when they squirt.”

You ignore the burning of your ears at the comment and the chuckle that Wanda lets out.

A ruffling sound lets you know that your girlfriends have swapped places.

It takes tremendous effort for you to raise your head to watch Wanda between your legs, a dark red strap between her own.

“My turn, draga. And I promise, I’m not going to be gentle.”

You strain your neck to see Wanda grip her strap, her grunts letting you know that she’s enchanted it.

Your efforts to keep your head up end up in vain because the moment the tip of the strap is inside you, your body goes limp, head falling back in a position that wasn’t uncomfortable but exposing.

You mewl at the feeling of Wanda slowly pushing into you, her groans making the ordeal so much hotter.

“Fuck, baby.” She hisses. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You’re given barely a minute to adjust before Wanda begins a punishing pace, slamming into you so hard that you’re almost swinging, suspended by the ropes.

You grunt, eyes rolled so far back they were practically doing a 360.

There’s a gentle hand on your cheek, when you open your eyes you see Natasha’s glistening pussy inches away from your mouth.

“Be a good little toy and lick daddy’s cunt.” The spy whispers, then pressing her pussy to your mouth.

The shockwave that goes through you at the title is maddening.

Wanda lets out a groan as you clench around her, “Fuck. What did you say to them, Tash?”

Natasha groans as you suck her clit, barely getting the words out. Wanda looks at your trembling form with a smirk.

“I suppose that makes me… mommy?”

Natasha gasps, falling forward as the moan you let out against her pussy triggered an unexpected orgasm in the spy.

“Fuck.” Nat gasps, grinding her clit against your tongue.

“God- fuck. I’m so close,” Wanda pants out, her thrusts becoming faster and rougher.

The way you were clenching around her strap showed that you were just as close to an orgasm. Not wanting to be the first to cum, she summons her magic and makes it vibrate against your clit, hurtling you into an orgasm so intense you squirt for the second time that day.

Wanda and Natasha both follow you into bliss, their cries muffled as they lean forward and kiss each other sloppily.

Wanda unintentionally pushed her strap deeper into you. With how sensitive you were, it was no surprise that the stimulation was enough to trigger a smaller, more focused orgasm.

Wanda, having been connected to your thoughts the entire time, immediately moved to action when she heard you faintly think ‘yellow. ’

Natasha immediately moved away, her legs weak, but nevertheless, she ensured that you were okay.

Wanda made the ropes disintegrate with a mere thought, making sure her magic slowly eased you down on the bed.

Less than two minutes later, the three of you are cuddling in the large bed. Your girlfriends whispering sweet affirmations into your ear.

You whisper in Wanda’s ear. The witch gives you a surprised look but nods.

New ropes appear on your body, providing you with the pressure you need. You relax into the witch, giving her a grateful but weak kiss on her throat.

Natasha looks at the two of you adoringly, knowing that the ropes will be a recurring part of future scenes.

There is a timid knock that startles the spy; the compound should be empty right now since most of the team was handling the fallout from your rescue mission.

She donnes an oversized tee and walks to the door, opening it slightly to see who’s there.

To her surprise, it’s nobody but the friendly neighbourhood Petey.

Peter blushes red and looks everywhere but the spy. Turns out the oversized t-shirt was not as oversized as she initially thought.

“Um- I- uh.. I was looking for Y/n?” He stammers.

Nat raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. “What do you want with them, Spidey?”

The tomato-faced teenager looked even more embarrassed.

“I wanted their help with an assignment.” He blurts out.

“You know they’re a villian, right?” The spy teases.

For the first time in their interaction, Peter looks in her eyes, a strange protectiveness.

“They’re not evil.” He protests, “They're a villain in like, the same way that some aggressive activists would be. I mean, an evil person wouldn’t help me with my history paper, would they?”

Natasha gives the teen a soft smile and nods her head in agreement.

“So.. do you think they could help me?” Peter asks hopefully.

Natasha glances back to you, passed out, naked and bound.

“They’re.. um- tied up at the moment.” She manages.

Peter frowns. “With what?”

Nat shrugs, “Villian stuff.”

Thankfully, the boy accepts that answer.

“Please ask them to contact me whenever they’re done. It’s due Monday, so I have a bit of time.”

Natasha nods, about to head back in.

“Um, Miss Natasha?” She hears the boy call out.

She was taken aback by the concern on his face.

“Will they be okay? I mean.. I heard Mr. Stark say that they were really upset when you and Ms. Wanda were taken. He also said that they fought everyone themselves.”

He looks at her with a pleading look.

“Will you look after them, please? They’re a good person, and they could really use your help.”

Natasha feels a lump in her throat at the question. She nods at the teenager.

The boy, finally placated, runs off.

She turns and takes the sight of you in.

Yeah, she’s definitely not letting you go.

X--X--X--X--X

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voxslays · 4 months ago

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CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART ELEVEN — RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping, Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), killing, blood, not proofread.

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Your first week went off without a hitch. You were assigned as a triangle—a soldier, and today was the first game. Red Light, Green Light. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Who knows what would happen to you if you were to mess this up?

And then there was Gong Yoo. Despite not being needed at the island, he was welcomed with open arms by the frontman. And for some reason, he had decided to check up on you so frequently you barely got a break from his gorgeous hideous face. You were still angry with him. Not only had he kidnapped you—but he had made your life significantly worse.

On the island, he was a nuisance. Before that, he was a problem. He had played mind games with you, and they unfortunately worked. You still remember the sight of him chained to the bathtub faucet the night Gi-hun had called you to the hotel. You missed him. Gi-hun was like a father figure to you. He would be so disappointed if he knew you were working with the same men he was trying to bring down.

Yet, you carried on anyways—desperate to prove your worth to the frontman and officers, despite not really having a reason to. If you weren’t such a coward, this would’ve ended days ago, you tell yourself as you step into the sniper room. Inside, a sniper rifle and a viewing box into the field below. On the far side, an unsettling doll dressed in shades of orange and yellow.

As the players in their signature green tracksuits filed into the arena, you couldn’t help but pity them. They had no idea what was coming. No idea that some of them only had a few minutes left to live.

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An older gentleman runs infront of the large crowd of players after the doll calls out the first “Green Light.” His voice is muffled from afar, but you can faintly hear him screaming about freezing. His voice sounds familiar. It’s warm and paternal, like a man you once knew—although you can’t remember his name. As you aim your gun at the crowd, scanning for movement, it hits you.

Gi-hun.

No, no, no! What was he doing here? Why would he come back to a place like this? And what about his daughter?! Had he already forgotten about the thirteen year old? Your breath hitches as you step away from your gun. “05, do you copy?” Signals the radio in your pocket. You don’t answer. You cant answer.

Your back hits the wall as you slowly slide to the floor. The bright orange walls that surround you feel like they’re caving in. Your breathing starts to quicken as you feel beads of sweat slipping down your forehead. As tempting as it is, you can’t take your mask off. You’ll die if you do. But it’s hot and sweaty, and will anyone really notice if you’re in here?

As you begin to pull your hood down, the door to the right of you clicks open, revealing Gong Yoo. He was wearing a dark gray suit instead of his usual navy blue one. “05, are you taking a break?” He chuckles darkly, his voice laced with irritation. He opens his mouth to say something else, but you interrupt, pulling your hood over your head once again. “I cant do it!” You weep from under the mask, bringing your knees to your chest.

Gong Yoo steps closer kneeling beside you. He skillfully pulls down your pink hood and mask, revealing your balaclava, which he yanks off your head. All that’s left is your sweaty face and silky hair. The salesman’s thumb rubs away the tears streaming down your face, without saying a word. Instead, he sits down beside you and pulls you into his thick, chiseled chest.

His skin is warm, but his hands cold as they rub against your clothed back. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his collarbone as the gunshots and loudspeakers ring out, signaling players deaths. Yet, all of it fades out as you’re in his warm embrace. It feels strange, but good. Maybe you like it.

And maybe, you’ll do it again.

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bagel-bombs23 · 2 months ago

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a drunk cigarette with suna

aka i was supposed to write a fic months ago but got 3/4ths through, got fired, and lost all motivation to live and exist. enjoy this though 🙏 also its 3:48 am so no proofreading LOL sorry

suna rintarou is a menace. a drop dead gorgeous one, but a threat to all of the general public nonetheless.

going to the bar with him is an absolute nightmare, and yet you cave every time. your best friend (and probably also the love of your life), was an undeniable chick magnet. striking green eyes, perfectly styled hair, fitted black button down hugging his arms deplorably, he was 6 foot 3 inches of sex appeal. it would be absolutely delirious behavior to not drink and dance your ass off with him. he is also unfortunately the life of the party, so as he dances with you like nobody is watching, conveniently everybody is watching.

and it might have even been fun, easy to romanticize if everyone was looking at you. but youre not delusional, standing in front of you is objectively the most beautiful man on earth, and you cant pry your eyes off of him either.

the sound system inside the club is at maximum volume, the bass pounding so hard you feel the floor beneath you vibrate. you’ve had a few drinks, just enough for your head to feel light and the ache from dancing for so long to be dulled. the buzz was nice about thirty minutes ago, but now every time the trashy music they play in this shithole hits a chorus, you feel like your brain gets jostled around in your head, smacking into the side of your skull. the smell of sweat and the occasional spilled drink is utterly putrid in the air, heavy like smog. and your stupid, perfect best friend, is being stared at by probably the hottest girl you’ve ever seen.

shes got long wavy dark red hair, like a cherry coke color, voluminous in that obviously natural way. her makeup is so hot you remember you’re pretty sure your eyeliner got smudged like an hour ago, and your lipstick is gone in the center of your lips. her outfit is gorgeous and grungy, short black denim shorts that show off her perfect hips, and an undeniably cute bullet belt. her little black croptop has a red 7 billiards ball, the length of it short enough to show her tattoos above her hips. she was gorgeous, and cool, and making acid rise quickly in your throat.

you needed to take a step outside before your barfed all over the dance floor. suna had his eyes closed, dancing in the most adorably drunk way, so you assumed he wouldn’t even notice when you slipped away. you should probably know him better by now, though.

by the time youve reached the door, suna is right behind you, tossing a thick, solid arm over your shoulder. hes laughing and shouting to you above the music,

“you read my fucking mind, i NEED a drunk cigarette”.

he pushes through the door from behind you, and the feeling of the cool night air immediately dulls the ache behind your eyes.

“you always love cigarettes rin, you are fooling nobody”, you chuckle at his exuberance. nobody loved a cigarette as much as rintarou suna, probably in the entire world. he bursts into that gorgeous, deep laugh at your jab.

��nuh-uh! i am a successful college athlete!” he says between laughs. “i am OFFENDED that you would assume such low thoughts of your dearest!” he almost yells, putting his hand over his head like hes about to dramatically faint.

the smile that pulls at your lips is instinctive, and you giggle affectionately at his jest.

“you talk more about drunk cigarettes than you do your mom,” as all you can get out before he collapsed against you in drunk laughter.

his arms drape over your shoulders as you feel his giant frame bounce with his deep belly laughs. hes so warm and he smells absolutely abysmal, like buckets of sweat and hair product, but your body reacts instinctively to his touch. heat crawls up the back of your chest and your stomach flutters at his affection. you think you may die if he notices your raised heart rate.

when he looks up at you with those devastating green eyes? smile splitting his face, plush pink lips bordering his sharp canines, you start to salivate. he looks so fucking hot you consider just sticking your tongue down his throat then and there.

when you spend a second just drinking him in, his smile shrinks and his pupils blow up even wider, lidded eyes cutting into you like a challenge. his tongue darts out to lick his lips quickly, and he swallows thickly, like suddenly he’s incredibly hot. the tension in the air is thick, and his eyes drop down your mouth for a moment, only to lock eyes with you once more, and smirk like hes going to devour you where you stand.

his breath smells like vodka redbull, and his wet, pink lips are almost taunting you. everything about him is magnetizing, pulling you toward his gaze. you try desperately to swallow away the weight on your tongue, and muster enough strength to move away. all you can find is the desire, always pulling you towards him.

“rin, you’re all over me” you try to joke, but the words come out like a breathy plea. his eyes twinkle, his smile widens a little, and he doesn’t move an inch.

“i know.” he laughs silently, and his breath fans against your mouth, has he moved closer? youre really not that drunk, but his overwhelming presence has you completely hypnotized.

he quickly pulls back, leaving nothing but a vague warmth where he used to be. you still feel suffocated by it. he props one leg against the wall behind him, and crosses his arms over his chest, still staring at you with that agonizing smirk. “i just like to see you squirm.”

before you can recover from that statement, you hear the bar door open about ten feet from you guys, and of fucking course, out walks the girl from earlier, striding straight towards suna.

the acid appears rapidly in your throat again. shes got this look on her face like she knows shes the hottest girl on the planet, and she saunters straight up to suna, stopping less than a foot away from him. “heard you wanted a cigarette, and i love sharing.” she says in what is obviously a flirtatious manner, before presenting to suna a cigarette with her number penciled on.

you swallow down the bile shamefully, and your face burns in shame. why would you ever imagine a man like him would go for anyone less than the woman actively throwing herself at him. most of the time girls just gawked, occasionally making drunken small talk with him, but she had this obvious confidence about her that made her practically glow. she stood out, even in the crowded bar full of people. she was everything you wished you were. all you could do was brace yourself for the nausea inducing flirting suna would probably muster up, being the most effortlessly charming man you’ve ever met, but to your utter surprise his face has entirely changed from your private moment. he looks how he typically does, utterly bored.

“thanks.” is all he says before unceremoniously plucking the cigarette from her hand. her eyebrows raise for a second at his blunt rudeness, and you feel your heart warm slightly. when suna pulls a lighter out of his pocket (fiend) and starts to actually SMOKE her number without a second glance, her eyebrows must touch her hairline as her mouth drops open in shock.

suna smoke that cig so fast you start to worry he may feel sick, her number burning to ash in three quick, deep puffs. you cant help but bite back a smile and giggle when he tosses the brown filter to the floor and smooshes it with his foot, brutally turning down this girls offer without so much as a smirk. her mouth stays open in shock for a few seconds, perfect dark red lipstick shining in the light from the bar sign.

“what, you want a tip?” suna says in his deep, monotone voice. all the girl manages to do is scoff incredulously and storm back into the bar, heels clacking angrily against the concrete.

once shes inside the doors you burst out into laughter, hands flying to your knees to steady you from falling over. that may have been the meanest thing youve ever seen rin do, and you are absolutely overjoyed by it. you dont even consider feeling bad for her, you just feel so amazing that he wasn’t startstruck at her beauty.

“that was the most beautiful girl ive ever seen rin, and now she is PISSED!” you laugh out at him, seeing a strange twinkle in his eye at your laughter. he stares at you intently, smile tugging at the corner of his lips. all he does for a moment is smile that wolfish grin at you, green eyes locked with yours.

“nah, ive seen much better”

oh yeah, flirty little moments just like this are why you keep clubbing with your devastatingly sexy best friend

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angelicgirlmj · 9 months ago

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a gilmores girl daily routine:

hi angels! with september drawing to a close i cant stop rewatching gilmore girls - such a cozy show i wish i lived in stars hollow! here is a little daily routine inspired by Rory Gilmore and the aesthetics of Gilmore girls.

AM ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

wake up at 6:30am.

pick out outfit and book for day.

have a shower, using vanilla or autumnal scented body washes etc.

dress and pack bag for school/academia.

have a cosy breakfast such as oatmeal, french toast or pancakes alongside a coffee (or a chai tea if you dont love caffeine!).

clean teeth, do skincare and light makeup.

style hair - add a cute headband or pin the sides like Rory often does.

journal, light a candle and read over notes or any relevant material for your classes.

go to school/whatever academic institute you attend.

PM ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

go to a cute coffee shop and study with a friend!

head home.

change, put on a cute jumper.

finish off any work or homework left.

make dinner, such as a comforting soup with sourdough toast or a salmon, broccoli and rice bowl.

have a warm, comforting bath, try using a bath bomb or cute autumn themed product such as a body scrub.

have a cup of tea and read a book for a little bit.

watch a favourite show under some blankets and get cozy!

brush teeth and do skincare before bed.

do five minutes of journalling.

do some light stretching and yoga before bed!

head to bed and get a nice early night.

ADDITIONAL ACTIVITIES ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

bake a cute autumnal treat, such as pumpkin loaf or apple pie muffins.

take cute photos.

visit a library or book shop.

go on a walk round a local park or green space!

paint your nails.

try writing an article or blog post - like you would if you were a journalist.

have a film night with a family member or friend!

organise your book shelf/book collection.

update your planner and get ready for the week ahead!

plan an outfit for tomorrow.

thank you for reading angels! i hope you have a cozy and cute gilmore girls autumn. remember this list is only ‘inspired’, feel free to adapt it and make it your own and comment and tell me what you would add! love, m.

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simpforboys · 2 years ago

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my voice will haunt you

drew starkey x fem!musician!reader

summary: during an award ceremony, you honor your grandmother, stevie nicks. but freshly after a breakup, emotions cant help but rise. works for biological or adopted!

warnings: angst, fluff ending, swearing, teasing (the camera men are kinda fucked up), drew and reader are heartbroken but it’s fine, not proof read

listen to silver springs (live) by fleetwood mac!

the pounding in your heart never left until your newly manicured hands clutched the microphone in front of you.

despite your shining smile, your chest ached with fear as the hundreds of celebrities and their families stared at you, front and center of the big stage.

bright lights illuminated your frame, the extra bits of the fabric designed to look like fairy wings hung against your skin.

“hello to the grammys!”

the crowd erupted into cheers as you pulled your face from the mic, sucking in a nervous breath.

“i’m y/n l/n, and with the celebration of my newest album, dread, the grammys have invited me to play tonight.”

you spoke confidently to the crowd, used to performing as your career took off with the help of your grandmother.

any other time you would kill to play for the grammys, but now you all you could feel was dread, because you knew he was here.

“some of you may be familiar with my wonderful grandma, Stevie Nicks…”

as the crowd began to clap and cheer in honor of the legendary woman, your eyes subconsciously began searching the room in hopes you’ll find the deep blue color you became so familiar with.

but he was watching, a pained look hidden deep within his eyes. but he shifted in his seat, feeling a pat on the back from his co-star, Johnathan.

he barely blinked, the aching feeling in his heart deepening. but he was scared that if he closed his eyes for even a second, you would disappear. but then you spoke again.

“so i invite you all to sing with me if you know this iconic song.” you grinned at the crowd, the cameras panning onto the celebrities and artists in their respective seats.

taking in another breath, you heard the okay in your ear piece. as the band began to strum the introduction, you opened your mouth to begin.

“you could be my silver spring, blue-green colors flashing, i would be your only dream,”

Drew felt chills run down his spine as your voice lingered in the crowd. he missed your voice, your personality, your everything.

“your shining autumn ocean crashing, and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you?”

a tang shot through his body from the lyrics, remembering the reason you two broke up. you had overheard Drew telling his sister that he was conflicted, and while he loved you, Odessa was someone who enticed him.

he felt his eyelids become heavy as he closed his eyes, letting his head hang low a bit. he could feel Madelyn’s eyes drift over to him, knowing that the lyrics meant everything to you both.

“baby, i don’t wanna know. i’ll begin not to love you, turn around, see me running. i say i loved you years ago, tell myself you never loved me, no.”

you picked the microphone up from the stand, beginning to walk around the stage as your vocal cords became deeper, stronger.

Rihanna blew you a kiss as you walked past her, in which you smiled at the gorgeous woman.

unfortunately, it was no shocker that you and Drew recently ended off your three year relationship. being there from the beginning of Outer Banks season one, the fans adored the two of you, more after learning your grandmother.

so, when the news that the “it” couple of the Outer Banks cast got out, a lot of people took it seriously.

“and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you? baby, i don’t wanna know…oh, no…”

you looked elegant on the stage, your dress flowing as you walked. the band and background singers complimented your voice perfectly, making the performance extra special.

“and can you tell me, was it worth it? really, i don’t wanna know.”

Drew’s eyes returned to you, and it felt like you were specifically asking him the question, even though you were singing to a crowd of people.

and no, it wasn’t worth it. Drew never did anything with Odessa, but you didn’t want to be with someone who doubted their relationship with you.

and so you broke it off, deciding it would be best to have some space from each other.

and it was Drew’s biggest regret.

“time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. i know i could have loved you but you would not let me.”

as you repeated the lyrics, you centered yourself in the middle of the stage once more. unbeknownst to you and Drew, the sneaky camera man zoomed in on Drew’s broken expression.

his eyes were ride, as if in a trance, never wanting to leave you. his usual cheerfulness gone, the sadness radiating off of him as the other celebrities and artists look turns glancing at the man.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you.”

you moved to the right side of the stage, approaching the table with Billie Eilish, Timothée Chalamet, Lady Gaga, Anne Hathaway, and Emma Stone.

Billie was singing along to the music, a proud smile on her face as she swayed.

but you felt your heart drop into your stomach with you realized that he was sitting right behind that table.

and as the music picked up, you locked eyes with the man, your skin erupting with goosebumps.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. was i just a fool? you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. was i just a fool?”

the crowd grew silent as it was just you and him in the moment, the guilt radiating off of both your bodies into the air. the sting in your eyes became more evident as your vision became blurry and you hadn’t noticed that all the cameras were locked in on the two of you, sharing your moment for the world to see.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. give me just a chance. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.”

Drew stared at you with an expression no one has ever seen before; regret, love, and fear. and he just let himself feel, mourning the loss of your presence in his life.

as the background vocalists began to take off, you felt your feet moving back to the center of the stage, trying to compose yourself and not to break down in front of millions of people.

“you could be my silver spring, my blue-green colors flashing.”

as the music ended, the crowd erupted into cheers, everyone in the room standing and clapping.

you hadn’t even realized a tear had left your eye until the drip dangled off your chin, making you wipe it away as you grinned happily.

“thank you so very much for having me. i love you.”

and as the announcers retook the focus, you walked swiftly off the stage.

“you need to talk to her, dude.”

Chase whispered to Drew, everyone at the table staring at him. the man nodded, finally seeming to come back to reality, that you weren’t his girl anymore.

Drew excused himself from the table, knowing where the most likely place you would be at.

he knows that whenever you get overwhelmed you went outside and just listened. listened to the cars, the people, the earth.

so, when he saw you leaning against a wall underneath a large oak tree, he wasn’t surprised.

not knowing what to say, he just decided to lean next to you.

“hi.”

you said after a minute of silence, not bearing to look up at him.

“hi.”

he repeated, his chest heavy. he had so many thoughts and words he needed to say, but it seemed as if something was forcing him to stay quiet.

things had never been awkward between you two. even when you argued, you two always went to bed happy. he never wanted to upset you.

“you were amazing out there, y/n.”

he says, turning to face you. you gazed up at his face, twitching your nose as you fought back tears.

“thank you.”

your words were quiet, and he hated the way your lip trembled as you spoke. all he wanted to do was scoop you into his arms, kiss you all over, and tell you everything was alright. but he couldn’t.

“y/n, i’m sorry,” Drew said, taking you by surprise by his abruptness.

“i should have never doubted our relationship. i was a fucking idiot to ever believe we couldn’t make it. the truth is… i was scared. i was scared you would get tired of being with me, but in the end i lost you. i lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

as he ranted his apologies, all you did was stare up at him, retracing every single part of his gorgeous face.

“and i hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me for giving up on us, when in reality the only thing i need in my life is you.”

“i love you, Drew. and these past few weeks have been hell for me. i want to marry you, to have kids with you, to grow old with you. but i need to know you’re hundred percent committed because i cannot go through another heartbreak like this with you again. i emotionally can’t handle it.”

“i swear to you, y/n. you’re the only girl for me, the only girl i’ll ever need in my life. there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, and i promise that. i promise myself to you. i love you so fucking much.”

you felt his large hands place themselves on your hips until your chests were pressed up against each other. your arms wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders. he was wearing your favorite cologne, the one that always made your knees weak.

he leant his head down to capture your lips in his, missing your taste. and as the two of you kissed against the wall, the rest of the world drowned out, Drew knew that he would always keep his promise to you.

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