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starsinthesky5 · 10 days ago

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I think about this more than a healthy amount for some reason, so I gotta get it out there.

Joe really doesn’t like being called “Joey”. It’s just a childhood name that he feels he’s grown out of. BUT I think he’d have such a soft spot for his girl calling him Joey 🥹 maybe it catches him off guard the first time she lets it slip, but he likes it a lot more than he thought he would. And from then on he only wants to be her Joey and he gets all pouty when she just calls him Joe.

Soft cuddly little Joey bear is my favorite (grumpy irritated Joe is a very close second)

say it, please || joe burrow x reader

description: the ask pretty much sums it up!!

a/n: wow? another blurb? who am i?? this might be how i get back on track with YBWM and I'm not complaining!! again, rushed, written in a few hours, so please don't tell me if you hate it

word count: 1.9 k

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @yelenasbraid @starkeyswomen @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @lilfreakjez @fourburrow

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oh joe absolutely despises it when people call him joey. no matter who it is, his mom, his dad, his closest childhood friends, even his nana. he just hates it. he’d complain about how it was too “babyish” and “embarrassing”, and that joe was more adult and manly. joey didn’t fit that stone-cold, joe cool persona he had going on…joey was more like ��oh, here’s our soft, cuddly, teddy bear QB1” and he grimaced every time he thought about it.

until you came around.

you knew that he didn’t like the cute little nickname, it was one of the first things robin had warned you about when you had your first one-on-one talk with her. you never really understood why he hated it, because his reasoning seemed pretty dumb. it was just a nickname, right? and it perfectly matched how he’d get when he had those adorable puppy dog eyes and rosy cheeks. it was just so right.

but you loved joe, so naturally you respected his wishes just as he respected yours. you dropped the idea of the nickname and carried on.

until one lazy sunday afternoon in the middle of february.

you were doing your best attempt at shielding yourself from the bitter winter cold, curled up on the couch with your oversized plush bengals blanket and wearing one of joe’s old LSU hoodies. in your lap was your tablet, and the app opened up was your sketchpad. you worked in graphic design, so you were naturally always found with your apple pencil between your fingers and with this app on the screen in front of you. the latest project you had was not the usual kind—this one was a favor called in by a local cafe, a hidden gem in the heart of the queen city which happened to be one of joe’s favorite spots since he came to cincy. it was quiet, hidden, intimate, and the perfect spot to have a normal conversation with normal people; just how joe liked it. so when he had leisurely strolled into the cafe as usual one day after practice, he found himself caught up in a conversation with the owner (more so his newest best friend considering he went to the cafe every single day after practice) and the topic at hand was their recent obsessions. it was silly, but it was a good conversation to have over smoothies & muffins after a grueling day as star quarterback joe burrow. sometimes he just wanted to be joe again, especially with his friends, and this cafe was a great place to do so.

anyway, for steve, his obsession was the latest addition to his cafe. a shiny new espresso machine with too many settings and advancements to count.

for joe, it honestly should’ve been obvious to anyone with working eyes considering every time he thought about it out loud or in his mind—which was a lot—his cheeks turned pink and his eyes softened like he was a stick of melting butter. there was only one thing that could make joe feel and look like that, and everyone in town knew what it was. i mean, it was the hottest topic once you showed up on the sidelines wearing that initial around your neck before the wild card game against the ravens.

his recent obsession was none other than his lovely, adorable, larger than life…future wife.

his precious girlfriend.

you.

he was going on and on about you with that goofy boyish smile to the point where steve was questioning if joe was drunk, high, delirious, or all of the above and just deeply unwell. and honestly, he was.

he was completely, totally, and utterly lovesick.

joe rambled on about anything and everything related to you. from your unique hobbies like forging & pressing flowers into journals and resin molds, to your interests that didn’t involve sitting in the stands and cursing out referees for bullshit penalties, and even your cute little habits such as spraying joe’s cologne on your hoodies while he was at an away game so that you could still be close to him. he just loved to talk about you, to tell people how you and everything about you had been such a breath of fresh air in his suffocating life. you were the change of pace he so desperately needed, and he was going to make sure the entire world knew of that.

then, he started telling steve about your passion for graphic design. you worked full-time at a PR firm for it, but that didn’t stop you from dabbling into side projects in which you had complete control. you’ve designed things like wedding invitations, baby announcements, birthday cards, and even a few shirt designs for your old high school. you were extremely talented, so obviously he’d show you off in that sense too. he loved how hardworking, independent, and creative you were.

that conversation joe had with steve was how you now ended up re-designing steve’s cafe’s logo for him. you really didn’t mind doing it, not that you could say no if you did mind anyway. you knew steve was joe’s friend so if you said no for a good reason, he’d understand, but if word got out that joe burrow’s girlfriend refused to help out a local cafe with something like this…whew. bad bad PR. so, it was a good thing that you loved designing and sketching in your free time because there was no reason for you to say no. everyone would be happy :)

as you twirled your pencil in your hand, gliding the tip along the screen to perfect the border of the design, you felt a weight press down on your shoulder—warm, soft, and familiar.

joe.

he really loved watching you do your thing, bonus points if he got to cuddle with you while you were doing your thing, so this was a natural place for him to be found now. you were completely focused on the task at hand, that you didn’t realize when he started talking to you. your ears picked up on bits and pieces of what he was saying, but most of it was drowned out by your own inner thoughts as you contemplated over which shade of green to use in the logo.

“...so, is it okay if we order in from gloria’s tonight instead of going out in the storm?” he asked, his warm breath tickling your skin as he pushed himself further into the crook of your neck. he’d hide in there if he could, maybe even nestle himself inside your pocket to be as close to you as humanly possible.

you heard him, and you thought you responded, but that must’ve been in your imagination because then you felt him gently poke your thigh to get your attention. “oh, hm?” you hummed, slightly tilting your head down to see him but keeping your gaze fixed on the screen in front of you. “...yeah, that’s fine joey,” you mumbled, not aware of what you were saying, and what name you just said.

his heart stuttered in his chest, skipping a beat before picking up again, softer this time—like it was melting right into his ribs. that name, the one that usually made him cringe, that usually made him irritated, suddenly felt…warm. safe. like something sacred.

because it came from you.

you weren’t teasing him. you weren’t babying him. you just said it, all soft and dreamy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. like it belonged to him, to you—to both of you.

joe blinked, his lips parting slightly, his body no longer tense against you but loose, relaxed in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his fingers twitched against his lap, itching to reach for you, to pull you close, to hear you say it again.

“yeah?” he murmured, voice quieter now, hesitant almost.

you finally peeled your eyes away from the screen, meeting his gaze, and that’s when it really hit him. the warmth in your expression, the way your lips curled ever so slightly, the way you looked at him like he was your favorite person in the entire world.

god.

and from then on, he only wanted to be your joey. not joe. not burrow. not anything else. just your joey.

and he made it painfully obvious.

the first time you called him just joe after that, it was like you stole the sun right out of his sky. his face fell so fast it was almost humorous—eyebrows knitted together, lips pressed into the softest little pout as he stared at you like you’d just broken his heart.

“what?” you blinked, confused at his odd expression.

he huffed, shifting closer to you on the couch, arms crossing over his chest in the most dramatic sulk you’d ever seen. “nothing,” he mumbled, but it was so very much something.

you tilted your head, studying him, before realization hit you.”oh my god,” you gasped, a slow grin creeping onto your face. “are you pouting because i called you joe?”.

he stayed silent. just pouted harder.

you laughed, reaching over to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his warm, slightly flushed cheeks. “baby, do you wanna be my little joey again?”.

his lashes fluttered, shoulders dropping as he leaned into your touch like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth. and then, so quiet, so needy, it almost made your heart burst—

“say it, please.”

your breath hitched.

oh.

his voice was barely above a whisper, but you could feel it—the weight of his words, the way he needed to hear it from you, how it felt different when it came from your lips. he didn’t just want the name. he wanted you saying it, holding it close like it was something precious. like he was something precious.

you softened, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his temple, then the corner of his mouth. “okay, joey,” you whispered against his lips, the name dripping in warmth, in love, in everything he ever wanted to hear from you.

he melted instantly, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck like he never wanted to leave. and god, he didn’t. he wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in you, basking in the way you said his name like it belonged to you and you alone.

because it did.

no one else could say it like you. no one else could make his chest ache in the best way, could make his heart stutter and swell all at once. no one else could make him love the name he once hated.

only you.

his girl. his love. his everything.

your joey.

only yours. always.

–the end–

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the-offside-rule · 29 days ago

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Joe Burrow (Cinccinati Bengals) - Game Day and Grammys

Requested: no but someone asked about NFL imagines and the Pro Bowl and Grammys were on so how could I miss this opportunity?

Prompt: Joe Burrow x singer!girlfriend

Warnings: none other than it being long and full of fluff

NFL requests are open ♡

Y/n sat in the plush chair of her hotel suite, a stylist curling sections of her hair while another dabbed powder on her already flawless face. The room buzzed with quiet excitement—her team murmuring about last-minute dress fittings, run-throughs, and camera angles. After all, tonight was the biggest night of her career. Five Grammy nominations. Five.

But her attention? Completely divided. On the sleek flatscreen across the room, the Pro Bowl was in full swing. Her boyfriend, Joe Burrow, was out there, tossing passes and leading drives while she got glammed up for music’s biggest stage. She’d wished she could be there, but the Grammys and the game fell on the same night, and there was no way to be in two places at once.

Her phone vibrated in her lap. Another text from Joe.

Joe: This is so much fun. Wish you were here

She grinned, typing back quickly.

Y/n: Wish I was too. But you better be focused, Burrow. No interceptions.

Another buzz.

Joe: No INTs. Just vibes. Also… scored a touchdown. No big deal.

Y/n let out a laugh, her lips quirking as she typed her reply.

Y/n: A touchdown?? Damn, you haven’t scored one of those in a while.

Her stylist stifled a giggle behind her. "Good news?" She smirked. "Joe just ran one in himself." Her phone buzzed again.

Joe: Wow. The slander.

Joe: But fair.

Joe: Good luck tonight, superstar.

Joe: Ja'Marr said if you win two tonight, that makes it 9 grammys you have ever won

Joe: And guess what my number is?

Y/n chuckled at the coincidence. No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, they were always supporting each other.

Y/n: Alright, QB1. Ill get the Grammy's you worry about not getting tagged.

With one last glance at the game, she turned back to the mirror, ready to take on her own championship night.

The flashbulbs were blinding as Y/n posed on the red carpet, her dress hugging her perfectly while she effortlessly smiled at the cameras. The energy was electric; reporters calling out her name, fans screaming behind the barricades. She was used to this, but tonight felt different. Bigger.

As she moved down the carpet, she began her interviews, each asking the same old question that she had rehearsed about a million times. How does it feel to be nominated 5 times? She had been nominated for Album of the Year, Song of the Year, Record of the Year, Pop Vocal Album and Music Video of the Year. She had been to the grammys before but she had only ever been nominated twice each year. Granted, she did win them, racking up an astonishing 7 grammys in just 4 years, but her once edgey music had shifted to softer love songs, all thanks to a certain quarter back.

She smiled as she moved on down the carpet to her last interviewer, a little kid who she had seen on tik tok time and time again. "Oh my gosh, hello!" She smiled as she did her best to get down onto the kid's level. Her calf were killing her from the heels standing, nevermind squatting down. "You look beautiful. I love the dress." She said. "Thank you! And you look so beautiful too." The child replied. "I have a few questions for you if thats okay?"

"Of course! I would love to hear them." Y/n said warmly as she held her own microphone. "So, obviously this is your record for the most amount of Gammys that you have been nominated for. If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that this would be happening, what would you say?" Finally a way to answer the question of how she felt about being nominated that didn't involve her rehearsed answer. "I think I would tell my younger self to keep going, to believe in myself and don't put the guitar down because it's gotten me this far." Y/n replied. "Your album Nine Sunday Mornings was a very abrupt change in your music. It was more edgey and angsty the last time you were here-" Y/n laughed at the very blunt question. "Why do you think this change happened or is it because you just got bored of that genre?" Now that was a good question.

"I mean, as you said it was a big change. I mean any love song I wrote before was scrapped because I thought it was too sappy so I stuck to breakup songs or rage songs. I think the change came in meeting Joe. From the songs right down to the title it's all him. I remember the very night I met him I stayed up nearly all night writing about the like 5 minute encounter we had and now it's nominated tonight so. I have to give credit where credit is due." She answered. "Have you been keeping up with the Pro Bowl?" Y/n laughed, adjusting the Grammy-branded microphone in her hand. "Of course! I have it on in my hotel room. Joe keeps texting me updates, so I think I might have a better play-by-play than some of the commentators."

Her manager tapped her shoulder to tell her to make her way inside, so she bid the mini-reporter farewell and walked in to the packed venue.

Once inside, Y/n glanced around, trying to spot her team. The Grammys were always a production, but tonight, the room felt even bigger. Row after row of tables and glowing stage lights. She turned in circles, scanning the room. Where were they? Her manager, her producer, anyone?

"Y/n?"

She spun around to see Jack approaching, looking as effortlessly cool as ever. "Hey, are you okay?" She let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Yeah, I just… I can’t find my seat. I have no idea where my team is." Before Jack could respond, a familiar voice chimed in.

"She can sit with us!"

Y/n turned to see Taylor Swift standing a few feet away, a warm smile on her face. Taylor, dressed in an elegant yet edgy ensemble, motioned toward her table. "If you don’t mind sitting with us, of course." Y/n hesitated for a second. She didn’t want to intrude- Taylor was with her own crew, and this was a huge night for her, too. "Are you sure?" She asked cautiously.

"Of course! Come on." Taylor said, looping an arm around her gently as they started walking toward the table. "Besides, we have a lot to talk about. I can't believe this is the first time we're meeting." Y/n chuckled, relaxing a little as she took a seat beside her. "Are you going to the Super Bowl?" Taylor asked after a moment.

Y/n shook her head. "No, I’ve never actually been. I told myself I wouldn’t go until Joe is the one playing in it." Taylor’s brows lifted in amusement. "Oh that is goals."

"Plus, I’m heading to his family’s house to watch it with them." She added. "I think it’ll be more special that way." Taylor smiled knowingly. "There’s nothing like watching a game with the people who love him most. Honestly, I think you guys are gonna be there next year." Y/n nodded, already picturing herself in the Burrow family’s living room, wearing one of Joe’s sweatshirts, surrounded by his parents and siblings. It felt right. "Honestly, I don't wanna be too picky but I want a Bengals and 49ers Superbowl. That would cure the world, I think."

"That would be a good one."

Just then, the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show. Y/n took a deep breath, ready to take on the night—Grammys, football updates, and all.

Joe stretched his arms over his head as he stepped into the hotel lobby, still buzzing from the Pro Bowl. The game had been fun, a rare chance to play a little looser, joke around with the guys, and even run in a touchdown himself—something Y/n was sure to remind him about later. His teammates followed behind him, still hyped up from the day. "Alright." Ja’Marr announced, clapping his hands. "Let’s turn on the Grammys. Gotta see Y/n win some trophies since Joe isn’t bringing any silverwear home."

Joe grinned as he nudged Ja'Marr for that dig, leading the way to the suite where they all piled onto the couches, flipping the TV on just in time to catch the ceremony in full swing. The room filled with snacks, drinks, and casual conversation, but anytime Y/n appeared on the screen, the guys would nudge Joe, who was watching intently, phone in hand, ready to text her.

Then came Best Pop-Vocal Album of the Year.

Joe sat forward, hands clasped as they listed the nominees. He knew how much work Y/n had put into this album—how many late nights, how many times she’d called him exhausted but excited, how much of her heart was poured into every track.

"And the Grammy goes to…"

Not her.

Joe exhaled, lips pressing together as he watched her smile and clap for the winner. She was graceful as ever, but he knew her well enough to see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "She said she was gonna be surprised if she got that one. She like, knew Sabrina was winning that hands down."

Then came Record of the Year.

Not her again.

"She got robbed." Russell Wilson muttered. "Bro, you're gonna be the first one singing Not Like Us at the halftime show next weekend." Lamar Jackson replied. "She's in like the toughest categories." James Cook added. Joe didn’t say anything, just shook his head. He hated seeing her not get what she deserved, but he knew Y/n. Knew she’d keep smiling, keep pushing forward. And damn it, he’d keep cheering her on, just like she always did for him.

It didn't matter. 2 down, 3 to go. Music Video of the Year.

Joe sat up straight. He knew this one mattered to her, too. Her video had been a passion project, something she’d fought to bring to life exactly the way she envisioned it. The competition was stacked—the other nominees had incredible visuals, and any of them could take it. Y/n sat at her table, her hands clasped in her lap, holding her breath. Joe could practically feel her nerves through the screen.

"She’s got this." He murmured. "She’s got this, she’s got this, she’s got this, come on, baby."

The presenter opened the envelope.

"And the Grammy goes to… Y/n Y/l/n!"

Y/n gasped, letting out the breath she’d been holding. Taylor pulled her into a tight hug as the entire table erupted into cheers. Joe leapt off the couch, throwing his hands in the air. "Let's go! Yes! Wooh!" The suite exploded with excitement- Ja’Marr was shouting, some of the guys were recording Joe’s reaction, and others were laughing as Joe jumped up, singing along to the snippet of Y/n’s song that played as she made her way to the stage.

On the screen, Y/n’s smile was blinding, eyes slightly glossy as she accepted her award. Joe grinned, pride swelling in his chest. She’d done it. Just like she always did. "Oh my god, wow." She began. "I’ll be honest, I did not expect Music Video of the Year. There had been some amazing Music Videos so I just wanted to congratulate my fellow nominees and their directors." Joe clapped as he listened to her. "I want to thank my team, the fans, my family and all of you who voted for the video. My boyfriend Joe of course, who may or may not be still playing his game of tag football but I'm gonna thank him anyway." His face grew red. "I think that's all I have to say to be honest. Maybe I'll see you up here again pretty soon."

Joe lounged back on the couch, finally feeling like he could relax a little after all the emotional whiplash of the night ao far and he was still buzzing from it. "She’s performing next." Ja’Marr pointed out, nodding toward the TV. Joe sat up again, straightening his hoodie as the camera panned to the stage. The lights dimmed, and then—there she was.

His girl.

Y/n stood center stage, bathed in golden light, singing a balld version of her nominated song. She wore the most stunning outfit—a gold sparkling, elegant number that hugged her perfectly. She looked ethereal. "Jesus Christ." Joe muttered under his breath before saying a little louder, "Her outfit is so pretty." Some of the guys laughed. "Yeah, it is." Ja'Marr teased with a smirk. "You good over there, Burrow?" Russell asked, causing all the other guys to take notice of his blushing face and tease him further.

Joe just waved them off, eyes locked on the screen. Then, just as the song picked up, she reached down, grabbed the edges of her outfit, and-

Riiiipppp

The elegant gown was gone, revealing a bold, dazzling second outfit underneath—sleek, fun, and perfect for dancing. "Oh my God." Joe groaned, immediately hiding his face in his hands as the entire room exploded. The guys were shouting, laughing, some recording his reaction as they all clapped and cheered. "Ayyy! Okay, Y/n!" Ja'Marr called.

Joe shook his head, chuckling as his ears burned. He peeked through his fingers just in time to see her seamlessly transition into the next part of the performance, moving with ease, completely in her element. She was dancing, smiling, engaging the crowd like she was born for this moment. "I didn't know she could move like that! Damn!" Trey said.

Joe dropped his hands, watching as Y/n held the mic out, getting the entire crowd to sing along with her. She looked so happy, completely in control of the stage, like she was having the time of her life. Joe smiled. His teammates might have been teasing him, but he didn’t care. He was just so damn proud of her. As the song ended,she looked aroukd for the camera that would be zooming in on her. She spotted it and winked, before blowing a kiss right to it. Joe reached for the imaginaru kiss and put it to his heart as the guys teased him even further for it.

Joe sat back against the couch, his arm draped over the back as the next category came up—Song of the Year.

"Alright, this one’s huge." Ja’Marr said, leaning forward. Joe nodded, eyes locked on the screen. Y/n had poured everything into this song and she loved it the most for reason unknown to him, and even though she’d already won Music Video of the Year, he wanted this for her. Badly.

The nominees were stacked— some of the biggest songs of the year, including Y/n’s. The room quieted as the presenter opened the envelope.

"nd the Grammy goes to… Kendrick Lamar, Not Like Us!"

Joe exhaled, shaking his head, but before he could react, he spotted Y/n on screen, grinning and dancing along to the snippet of Not Like Us that played through the venue speakers. Joe burst out laughing. "She doesn’t seem too bothered." Trey snickered. "Bro, she looks kinda tipsy."

The whole room chuckled as they watched Y/n dancing up out of her seat singing along as Kendrick made his way to the stage. She was still clapping and smiling, showing nothing but love for the win, and Joe couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly cool she was about it. "She’s just vibin'." Joe said with a smirk, shaking his head.

And then finally came Album of the Year.

Her final nomination.

Joe sat up one last time, his heart pounding a little harder. He could see Y/n on screen, hands clasped together, her lips pressed tight as she waited. The tension in the room was thick, even through the television.

The presenter opened the envelope.

"And the Grammy goes to… Y/n Y/l/n, Nine Sunday Mornings!"

She didn’t move.

She didn’t react at first—just sat there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Joe felt like the air had been sucked out of the room before he erupted. "Yes! Let's go baby!" He jumped up again, fists in the air as his teammates laughed, recording his reaction for the second time that night. "That’s my girl! That’s my girl!" He cheered, pacing the room as the suite filled with whoops and applause.

Back on the screen, Y/n finally stood, still in complete shock. As she made her way up to the stage, she kept shaking her head, her mouth open as if she still couldn’t believe it. She took the award in her hands, staring down at it, blinking before looking around. The crowd chuckled. She looked up at the mic, then back at the award. "What?" She squeaked.

Laughter rippled through the audience. Joe grinned, shaking his head. He could practically hear her thoughts—How? Against all those incredible albums? She took a deep breath, exhaling sharply, still looking down at the trophy. "I—I don’t even know what to say, honestly I'm a little drunk so-" Joe smiled proudly, watching her collect herself and begin her speech. She had done it. Two Grammys in one night. And even though he wasn’t there in person, he cheered for her just as loudly as she did for him on Sundays.

"I want to thank the incredible Jack Antanoff for helping me produce this album first and foremost, my team also. But there is one person in particular who I will ramble on about because he was the inspiration for every single song I wrote since the 9th of December 2023, when we first met." Joe felt his eyes watering upon hearing it. He didn’t lile seeing her cry, it often meant he would cry too. "The album itself is a hommage to the fact that it took just nine sunday mornings for us to decide we wanted to become a couple and honestly, those 9 Sunday mornings were the best I could have ever lived through because I got to fall in love with the love of my life." Joe wiped his eyes, lookong down as Ja'Marr patted his back in support. "Joe, wherever you are, I wanted you to know that this award is for you, you can put it right next to the Heisman and my other 8 Grammy's."

Joe chuckled lightly as her little dig. "And just in case this wasnt a clincidence enough already- I'm going to shout out Ja'Marr Chase for this information- this is my ninth Grammy, and its for Cinccinati's number 9." The microphone cut out, singalling that her time for speaking was up. She mouthed a very animated 'I love you' to the camera before smiling and heading off the stage.

As soon as Y/n sat back down at her table, she reached for her phone. Her hands were slightly shaking—part adrenaline, part sheer excitement. The night had been a whirlwind, and there was only one person she needed to talk to right now. She hit Joe’s contact, pressing the phone to her ear as the Grammys continued around her. The line barely rang once before he picked up.

"Baby!" She let out a breathless laugh. "Joe!"

"Oh my God!" He said, and she could hear the pure excitement in his voice. "You were insane. I mean first of all, two Grammys? And then that performance? What was that outfit change? You’re trying to kill me?" Y/n giggled, running a hand through her hair. "Did you like it?"

"Like it? Babe, I almost had a heart attack. These guys aren't gonna let me live it down." She laughed again, picturing Joe hiding his face in his hands while all his guys teased him. "I was just thinking about you the whole time." She admitted, voice a little softer now. "I figured you were watching."

"Of course I was watching." He said immediately. "Are you kidding? We had the Grammys on as soon as we got back. I was cheering for you all night." Y/n smiled, glancing down at her awards sitting in front of her. "It still doesn’t feel real. I mean…Album of the Year? What?"

"You earned that, Y/n. No one deserved it more." She bit her lip, warmth spreading through her chest. "I mean, Billie should have won it." She replied. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cry again."

"No, don't cry." He said quickly. "Not unless it’s happy tears." She laughed, leaning back in her chair. "How was the Pro Bowl? I feel like I barely got to ask you." Joe chuckled. "It was fun. I mean we lost, but it was fun."

"What was the score?" She asked. "Like 76 to 63 or somethin' like that?" He looked around for nods of approval. "Did I mention I scored?" Y/n chuckled. "Yeah and as I said before I haven’t seen you do that in a while."

"Okay, woah." He deadpanned, and she could hear his teammates laughing in the background. "I’m kidding." She teased. "I’m proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too, baby." Y/n exhaled, her whole body finally starting to relax after the chaos of the night. "I just wish you were here."

"Yeah, I know." Joe said softly. "But I’ll see you tomorrow. And then we can celebrate properly." She grinned. "Deal."

"I love you, Baby."

"Love you too, Shiesty "

As she hung up, she clutched her phone to her chest, still smiling. It had been a night to remember— and she couldn’t wait to get home to him.

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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MAKE ME TAKE IT!

GOJO さとる + GETO すぐる

"Oh? Make you take it? Okay. I'll make you take it."

[ J's note ] : sharing is caring! i love me some satosugu smut idk why i haven't written more 🤨 also i rlly like the idea that suguru calls u a princess whenever satoru calls u a sl*t

[ Summary ] : Two pretty best friends sharing something good... and that's you! 😋👍💦

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not interact/read : contains 18+ content, smut, 3sum, bj, creampies, unprotected sex, light degradation/humiliation, c*m eating/c*ck cleaning, satosugu making out, dirty talk, pet names/namecalling (c*cksl*t, sl*t, princess), +++

🍒 More from Jay : JJK works

It's a Friday night. You three should be studying for finals, but Satoru got horny. And his horny energy is contagious to you and Suguru.

So you find yourself being shared by these two needy college boys instead of nosing in the textbooks.

Satoru slides out your quivering cunt and wipes the sweat off his forehead, his pretty eyes looking down admiringly at the gooey cumring that's formed on the base of his cock.

Suguru's eagerly swiping his cockhead through your slit. He's shuddering and letting out a shaky breath as he pushes into your sloppy cunt after Satoru had his fun overflowing it with his cum.

Something about Satoru's creampies turn you on so much that you become a verbal slut.

"Make me take it!" you beg Satoru erotically as he stations himself in front of you.

The boys exchange a smile that ridicules your sluttiness.

"Oh? Make you take it? Okay, I'll make you take it." Satoru grins toothily.

And then he forces your hips back and forth and makes you fuck yourself onto his best friends cock.

"Fuck, yes! Ohhh please! More! Harder! Uhnnnmmnfuckkk that's so fucking good!" you nearly scream, feeling Suguru's fat cock stroking against your gummy sweet spot.

"Wow... actin' like such a fuckin' slut for us." Satoru teases.

Suguru scolds his best friend, "Language, Satoru. She's not a slut, she's a pretty princess. Isn't that right, Y/n? You're a pretty princess." he treats you sweeter, knowing the duality of their behaviors excites you.

"Mhm!" you nod.

Suguru can feel your cunt constricting around his fat cock as Satoru complies to your pleas and pushes you down on it harder.

He groans and caresses your ass, hand cupping over Satoru's. Your plush skin slaps loudly against Suguru's abdomen, that sound together with the squelching sound of his dick in your pussy makes him want to cum.

"Nahhh, she's a slut. A princess wouldn't ask "make me take it"... you're a slut, aren't you, Y/n?"

"Yes!" you wail, completely drunk off and full of Suguru's cock. "I'm a sluttt!"

He's pounding into your weeping hole too good, even he can't think straight. All you care about is cumming obscenely on Satoru's best friend's cock.

"Don't tell it to me, I already know; tell it to Suguru. Tell him you're a nasty slut."

"I'm a slut!" you wail loudly, "I'm your nasty slut! Mmm!"

"Yeah? Our little cockslut? Nasty just for us? Aw, look at that fucking sluthole gushing... spread those pussy lips, let me see how your cunt stretches out for my best friend's dick — that's it. Good slut. Spread 'em wider... haha, that's so fucking sloppy. You've got a sloppy, slutty pussy, baby. Oh... Suguru, you're close, aren't you?" Satoru smirks, noticing how Suguru's gone silent and let his eyes flutter shut. He always does that when he's about to cum.

"Y-yeah, I'm s-so close... keep making her take my cock, it's s-so hot... fuck, ahhh I'm gonna cum. I-I'm gonna fill you up j-just like Satoru did, princess. Oh fuck... g-god... nnh I'm cumming! Ahh S-Satoru, I'm cumminggg...!"

And it's funny, how Suguru cums moaning his best friend's name while draining his balls in your pussy. Satoru's nastily rubbing on your pussy to make you cum just like you came on his cock earlier, muttering filth above you as you squish your cheek against his cock.

You're so dazed by your long, hard orgasm... just taking Suguru's seed as it floods into your cunt as ribbon-like shots. You feel both the boy's cum spilling out your hole and running down your slit, Suguru's being more watery than Satoru's thick baby batter.

While you make those cute afterglow noises, these two pretty best friends are making out above you, their saliva dripping down their connected lips. Satoru's a whimperer while kissing Suguru, you noticed, and it makes your pussy clamp down on the fat cock filling you up.

"I'm so full..." you groan softly, pressing a hand to your pussy and feeling the cum flowing out your drooling cunt.

"Mhm. Good. Sluts need a good filling from two dicks, don't they? Are you happy now? Yeah? Good."

You're nodding cutely, nuzzling Satoru's abs to show appreciation.

"Aw, cute..." Suguru smiles, petting your hair. He slides out your abused hole with a nasty sound. "Hey princess, turn around and clean this mess off my cock, will you?"

"Mhm~!" you hum, happily turning around and complying to his wish.

The boys exchange a smirking look as you start to suck and lick on Suguru's cock like it's a lollipop that you can't get enough of. You can taste your salty slick, your cream, and the mixture of both their cum. It's all frothed up at the base, gooey and sticky along the shaft, and you lick up everything while the boys widen their eyes at you.

"Yeah, I changed my mind, Satoru... you're right. She's a nasty fucking slut..." Suguru admits under his breath, patting your head as you look up at him with doe eyes, mouth full of cock.

"Of course I'm right." Satoru plants a hard smack on your pussy, and slides his fingers in and out so he can gather the mess on his fingers and get a taste for it. He sucks the juices off his middle finger and winks at Suguru, who blushes vehemently and can't look away every time his best friend does that.

"But you're a slut, too, aren't you Suguru?" he giggles, then licks his lips and presses his tongue into his cheek to insinuate what you were doing — sluttily sucking on Suguru's mushroom-tipped dick.

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demonsword586 · 1 year ago

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Explaining WHB devils's kinks(since they all have a scientific names on their character introductions)

I can't belive I became active again just to make this post but yea. Anyway since the game is coming out soon,I wanted to make this post to explain their cannon fetishes(and to also boink everyone,since some of them are pretty.......terrifing)(Also a lot of ophilia words)

Anyway let's cut to the chase!

Starting off with Satan and his devils,we have:

Sitri! He's into cardiophilia-fixation on heartbeats and hearts.(okay pretty tame,would probably love cuddling)

Belial has discophilia-love of record sounds and record music (still quite tame,maybe a bit weird)

Leraye with his keraunophilia-sexual attraction to thunder and/or lightning(kinda weird that he get's aroused by thunder but we don't kink shame)

Astaroth with narratophilia-sexual attraction to words and stories,normally dirty ones(omg he's into dirty talk and fanfictions!Honestly who can blame him)

Zagan coming in with kinesophilia-sexual attraction to movement and exercise(oh so he's into working out and sweat....intresting)

Lastly Paimon with haematophilia-attraction to blood(also yes even tho this looks and sounds like a girl,he's actually a guy. Also I have a feeling he would love period oral)

And we can't forget about the king himself Satan,who's into spanking! Pretty self explanitory. (He's probably an ass guy)

Let's move on to Mammon with his gold diggers(not actully but you get what I mean):

First we have Bimet who has timophilia-arousal from gold or wealth(wow an actual gold digger,must be very happy when he looks at his own feet)

Then there's this cutie! Eligos with his diaphanophilia-Sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear,baby dolls etc.(.....trust me I'm just as confused as you are about the baby doll part)

Lastly the king of greed Mammon with pygophilia-arousal for buttocks(Oh he's the ass man!)

(Also I found out about Valefor's kink but don't have any images.He's into autoplushophilia-arousal from imagining you're a plush toy(legit he's so knightly and want to be a teddy bear!So cute!!!))

Continuing with Envy's devils!:

First off...Foras who's into scopophilia-attraction to looking at naked bodies or watching others in the act(....he's that shadow you feel when you're changing clothes)

Next this slay,Barbatos with that extra heliophilia-attraction to sunlight(this bitch apperantly wants to photosynthesise)

The man who inspired me to do this...Glasyalabolas with necrophilia-(if you're wondering why that word sounds familliar it's because it's attraction to dead bodies......yea....moving on!)

Lastly the king of envy,Leviathan with that breath control-choking and controling your or his breathing if it wasn't clear enough.(why do all the kings have the normal ones,kinda suprising)

Next on the plate we got Beelzebub with his little mafia bosses!(also what are those skin tight pants that they're wearing?)

The biggest Beel shenanigans supporter Bael who also has olfactophilia-arousal of human smeels and odors(....the only man who doesn't mind if you didn't shower for years. Also he can apperantly even cosplay Beel for you)

Next up Stolas who's into pecattiphila(oh sounds italian)-arousal from an act that one belives is a sin(damn he must really love being a devil then,I have a feeling he's also into virgins)

Next up the dog himself,Naberius who likes autozoophilia-sexual arousal from.....being an animal(yes....he's into pet play apperantly)

Following up is Amon(also nice collar) who likes harmatophilia- sexual arousal from incompetence or mistakes, usually made by a woman(*cough* he would love me cuz I'm useless-*cough*)

Ending this pack of wolves with Beelzebub himself who's into olfactophilia-same as Bael,this man likes smelly humans(also what the heck are those things on his knees?!)

Moving on to the fallen angel Lucifer and all the healers he took!

(bro you okay?) First off we have Morax who apperantly loves stigmatophilia-arousal from piercings and tattoos(understandable,he like that little bad boy/bad girl types)

(oh nice muscle titties) Next up Buer with doraphilia-affection towards fur and skins off animals(damn him and Neu-something would get along nicely)

Moving on to Marbas with that touch of merinthophilia-being tied up....probably into shibari as well

Finishing this batch of bad boys with Lucifer himself! Who also has dacryphilia-arousal from tears and sobbing(oh kinky....but damn kinda evil)

Continuing with the boys that make me the most uncomftrable,Asmodeus's demons(unfortunatelly we don't have any more kings,maybe they will come after the game releases)

The most disturbing one for the start,Ronove with his...acrotomophilia-fetish for....amputees(look I don't kink shame but-)

Next up this disaster of a guy,Dantalian who likes autassassinophilia-sexually aroused by the risk of being killed.(also him x theraphy sounds like a pretty nice ship)

(sir don't look at me like that) Phenix,with his pretty tame morphophilia-interest in sexual partners whose body characteristics (e.g., height, weight, skin and hair color) are different from one's own.(basiclly a size kink but with other versions of it. Also...um...is he always cumming? How are his clothes not damp?)

Next up the last sin on the list,Belphegor's demons(kinda love them actually)

Starting with smarty pants,Gusion and his saphiophilia-romantic attraction based on someone's intelligence(damn it he's into nerds)

Following up with Bathin's hodophilia-someone who loves traveling(don't know how to involve this one into the bedroom....playing beach house?....doing it in a winter jacket?...)

Now for my favorite traumatized boy, Andrealphus with his...god...oculophilia-arousal from eyes and.....licking eyes(god why are you so hot yet have one of the weirdest kinks?! What are you?Jobin?!)

Dang it! I will have to make a part 2 for the angels,since I can only add 30 pictures!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed my little presentation,sorry it's so long!

#WHB #what in hell is bad #WHB spoilers #what in 'hell' is bad

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a99jazzybean · 13 days ago

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Pretty please with a cherry on top could I request a jayvik × reader where Jayce is basically getting cucked, ignored, and just used. I just KNOW Viktor and reader love driving that man insane and that Jayce LOVES being used❤️

~🍒

This one was fun. Thank you for the request!

There's Only One Bed... and a Chair?

synop: You take your lovers on a much needed vacation. During the trip you and Viktor decide to play with Jayce a little. Featuring: hotel cuck chair.

words: 5.6K

includes: jayvikxfem!reader, modern au, sex, threesome, riding, nipple play, oral sex, cuckholding, creampie, anal sex, fingering, sub!jayce, dom!viktor, switch!reader

a/n: You already know what this is... 18+ readers only!!

a/n 2.0: I am currently applying for masters programs so it's gonna be like a week or so till I can post again. But please still send requests if you'd like!

A red light and a beep chirps as you place the keycard against the door knob. You try again with the same result and groan. Of course the start to your vacation had to begin with the frustrating mechanics of opening a hotel room.

“Here, let me try.” Jayce holds his own keycard to the door. It flashes green, and you hear the lock disengage.

“Wow. The universe really does love you , huh?” You tease the tall man.

“I guess I’m just that amazing.” He beams at you.

“Alright, enough with the compliments.” Victor chimes in. “ I need to lie down, immediately.” He pushes past you two into the room, and plops down on the bed.

“No V, not yet!” You run to pull him off, dusting his shirt and pants. “I have to check for bedbugs first.”

“Seriously?” He quirks a brow at you. “Isn’t this supposed to be a five-star hotel?”

“Five star hotels can still get infested. Just give me five minutes, and we’ll be good.” You look over to the taller man hauling in your luggage. “Put those in the bathroom for now, Jayce.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” Jayce follows your instructions and walks up to you for more.

“Mind checking that cuck chair over there?” You snicker, recalling the internet meme.

“The what!?” Jayce asks, face turning red.

You pause tearing away the bed sheets, surprised he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

“You know, the meme? Like all hotels have one chair in them facing the beds. The cuck chair.”

“Oh…so it’s joke.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah…that obviously fell flat.” You return an awkward chuckle, unaware of the slight disappointment in Jayce’s voice.

Jayce walked over the chair. A small leather sofa with a futon. He grabbed his phone, and turned on the flashlight to look under the seat cushion. When he was finished thoroughly checking the seat, he stood up and cracked his back.

“Boy, I’m glad we’re finally getting a break.” He sighed.

You hummed in agreement as you looked under the mattress. It had been a long time since any of you had gotten a break. This one was much needed. The boys had finally had some of their latest hextech schematics approved, and you were able to convince them to take some time off. Jayce was gung ho about the vacation, while Viktor took a little more pushing to tag along. You might have teased the skinnier man with some sexual exploits you hadn’t been able to indulge in to get him to come.

When you finished your room check, you stood up and walked up to a waiting Viktor.

“Bed’s all yours, sweetheart.” You gave him a peck on the cheek.

He held your cheek and turned your lips to slot with his. A surprisingly deep kiss from the man. His tongue gave yours a light lap, before he retreated. Enjoying the way your cheeks were now stained pink.

The man plopped back onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the plush mattress beneath him. Deciding to join, you lay down beside him. Hand curling into his locks as you pet the man. He closed his eyes and sighed, appreciating your touch. When you stopped he reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips.

“Thank you, love. Despite my initial hesitation, I do greatly appreciate you providing us this brief escape.” You smiled at him. Always so formal with his words, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes, thank you.” Jayce had joined you on the bed. His strong arms curled around you to pull you to his chest.

Humming with content, you pulled Viktor towards yourself. The man shuffling himself into the curve of your stomach and thighs.

“You don’t have any plans for us today, do you?” Viktor mumbled sleepily.

“Not today. We can just rest after our trip here. Besides, all of the activities I have planned for the week are relaxing ones.”

“You’re too good to us.” Jayce hummed against your neck.

“You work too hard.” You craned your neck to peck the man on the lips. He left a trail of kisses up your neck.

“It’s all for science, love.” Viktor spoke softly, you could tell he was drifting off.

Jayce nodded his head against the back of your neck. His breathing slowed.

You decided to join them in a blissful sleep. Cuddled up with the men you love.

When you woke up, it was around 6 am. The sunrise just beginning to peek through the blinds of the hotel room. Shuffling to get up, you felt strong arms pull you back to where you were. You snickered. Jayce, ever clingy, gave a sleepy whine.

“Not yet.” He kissed your neck.

Rolling your eyes, you obliged the man. Shuffling back to your original position. Arms looped back around Viktor, who gave a hum of content.

This was something you missed. Being able to wake up cuddled with your lovers was a luxury. Sometimes you managed to find at least one of them in bed with you, but their work always kept them busy. Every chance you had to be pressed up with them you took advantage of. Which usually ended up with them fucking your brains out, but you weren’t complaining.

Eventually, you did have to pee. Much to the dismay of the men you were sandwiched between, you got up. Stretching out your arms with a long yawn. When you returned from the bathroom, Jayce and Viktor were slowly waking up. The larger man was being spooned by Viktor. The two whispering sweet nothings to each other. Viktor trailing kisses across the man’s neck and shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. A sight that you appreciated.

“You two are beautiful.” You smiled as they sat up to look at you.

“We should be saying that about you.” Jayce said, extending his arms as an invitation.

You waved him off.

“Sorry, love. But I do want to get ready for the day.” You opened up your suitcase to pull out an outfit for your relaxing adventures. “I can call room service up for us. It’s all inclusive.”

At the mention of food, Jayce perked up. Right on time, his stomach growled at the idea.

“That would be wonderful.” Jayce said sheepishly.

“Let me guess… eggs and every type of breakfast meat there is to offer?” You smirked at the man. He was a bit of a gym bro, focusing on his macros quite frequently.

“I’m on vacation, I can indulge a bit.” Jayce crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll take pancakes as well.”

“And you?” You turned to Viktor with a more stern look. The man had difficulty eating properly. Hopefully he’d actually eat during this trip.

“I wouldn’t mind the meal in front of me.” Viktor purred suggestively.

Rolling your eyes you chided him. “Later, V, now you need to get something in that empty stomach of yours. Especially since you have meds you're supposed to take with food, yet seem to forget quite frequently.”

He waved you off with an amused smirk. Despite your nagging, Viktor appreciated how much you cared about him. Always sending him off to work with a lunch, and some snacks.

“I’ll take an omelette with Canadian bacon, cheese, and onions.”

“I think you mean ham?” Jayce playfully shoved the man beside him, who in turn responded by flicking his cheek.

You made the call downstairs, adding coffee to the order along with your choices. While you waited for breakfast to arrive you decided to make yourself presentable. Peeling off the clothes from your travel, and grabbing your toiletries. Paying no mind to the slack-jawed men as you strode around the room naked. Only smirking as you felt their eyes on you.

“I have decided I’m in desperate need of a shower, right now.” Jayce exclaimed.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. The man quickly shuffled out of his clothes and entered the bathroom behind you. Viktor thankfully didn’t feel left out, instead turning on the TV to pass the time. Sexy shower times weren’t very conducive with the man’s poor leg. But he knew that you had a wild week planned for them. He was patient.

As you turned on the shower, you felt large hands pawing at your exposed body. Jayce was always one to constantly display his affections for you. Always enjoying grabbing you to his body. The man’s fingers tweaked your nipples, making you squeak.

“Jayce, I actually need to shower.”

“Me too, but with you in it.” His cheeky smile pressed kisses down your neck and back.

You let out a sigh at the sweet action, then pulled away from the man to enter the shower. Hot water soothing your tight muscles, making you hum with content. Jayce joined behind you, his large hands returned to touching your body. He lifted your chin with his fingers, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. You let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. His other hand curled in your hair, pulling your head back for him to trail more kisses down your neck.

“Jayce…”

“Hmmm?” He continued to kiss down your body. Tongue flicking at your nipples, making you jolt.

“I need to shower.” You groaned as he kissed down your stomach.

Kneeling on the shower floor, Jayce kissed between your thighs. Water droplets clung to his lashes as he looked up at you with a pleading gaze. The look sending a hot shock to your core.

Nodding, you curled your hand in his hair. A hot tongue pressed between your slick folds, making you groan. It had been a couple of weeks since the men had been with you. Jayce was going to enjoy every moment he could. Groaning at your taste, he reached for his now hard cock. Hand pumping it as he continued to lap at you. Noticing the added motion, you pulled Jayce’s face away from your pussy. The man letting out a pathetic whine, hand around his cock pausing.

The pleading look in his eyes almost had you cave, but you didn’t appreciate the man not asking you for permission.

“Jayce, you can keep playing with yourself.” His eyes glittered at the approval. You tutted at his enthusiasm.

“But you cannot cum until I say so, understand?” The enthused look dropped, but he nodded.

“Yes, I understand.” He whined.

“Good boy.” You pulled the man’s face back to your weeping core.

The man loved it when you used him. At first it was something you had to get used to. Your past lovers had been the more selfish type, only caring about their release. But Jayce, he was an entirely different being. He got off on you and Viktor getting off. Sometimes going for days without release while he gave you orgasm after orgasm. Loving the pain of edging.

His tongue returned to lapping at your folds. You groaned as his tongue traced around your clit. Hips jolting as he sucked on the sensitive nub. The man was pushing to make you climax, and he was making you get close very quickly.

“Fuck Jayce, you’re so good at this.” You moaned at another harsh suck. “Such a good toy for me to use, huh?” You finished the question with a breathy moan.

You didn’t need a response. Jayce’s enthusiasm indicating how much he enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. Cock throbbing at each compliment and degrading phrase. His drooping eyes showed how wrecked he already was. His trembling body showed how close he was to finishing, but he was holding back.

“When I cum, then you can cum.” You almost couldn’t finish the command as another shot of pleasure flowed up your spine. Grinding your pussy against his face as you felt the knot in your core growing more and more.

“J-just like that baby.”

Then he lapped directly on your clit, sending that final wave of pleasure that had you loudly moaning and convulsing. Spraying your own cum to drip down the man’s chin as his spurted from his raw cock. His groans of pleasure send shockwaves through your body.

When you came down from your highs, you helped the man up. He caught you as you struggled to keep up on your shaky legs.

“Thank you, love.” You said, adoration shining in your eyes.

“Anything for you.” He sighed, pulling you in a passionate kiss.

Pulling away, you gave him a knowing smirk.

“I doubt that was just for me.” The smirk on your face grew wider as he blushed.

“It might have been a bit for me too…” He trailed, looking away.

“A bit?”

“Okay, maybe a lot. But I could tell you enjoyed it too. And that’s all that really matters to me.” He pecked your lips.

The two of you actually showered this time. Sudsing each other up, and cleaning up any remnants of your dirty time together. Afterwards, you wrapped up in fluffy towels and continued getting ready.

When you exited the bathroom, Viktor got up from the bed. A knowing glint in his eye as he smirked at you.

“Sounds like you two were enjoying yourselves.” He quipped.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.” You pulled the skinnier man into a deep kiss.

“You better.” He purred, giving you a lustful gaze.

Once Viktor was done getting ready, room service had arrived. Freshly cooked food and hot coffee filling the room with a wonderful aroma that left your stomach grumbling. The three of you ate on the balcony. The sound of ocean waves making you relax even more than you already were.

“You’ve done a wonderful job with this trip so far.” Viktor said, lifting a mug to his face. “The hotel coffee is surprisingly good here.”

“Well, I mean we are on an island that produces its own coffee. It’s always best to get it close to the source.” You said, heart fluttering at the compliment.

Viktor hummed, a relaxed smile on his face. With just one night of sleep on this vacation, the man already looked significantly less stressed.

A strong arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jayce leaned his head on you his thumb lovingly tracing along your shoulder.

“What all do you have planned for us today, love?” He asked.

“I was thinking we could go into town and check out the local shops and eateries. I heard they have some really cute local stores.” You smiled, leaning your head on top of his. The motion earning you a rumbling chuckle.

“That sounds lovely. But you won’t be spending a single penny.” He lifted off of you, booping you on the nose.

“What, why? This trip is for you guys.” You said.

“And we love that you’ve done this for us. So we’ll spoil you now.” Viktor kissed your shoulder.

This was typical of the men. Often they preferred to be the one’s purchasing things for you. Mention you’re in need of jeans? Jayce already has his card pulled out and has dragged you to a designer store. Say your headphones broke? Viktor has already expeditiously ordered you the highest quality ones. While you enjoyed being pampered now, it took quite some time getting used to it.

With their Hextech inventions, the men had earned more money than they knew what to do with. Even with their millions in donations, funds still raked in. Viktor had always grown up frugal, and his mindset didn’t suddenly change. So when he had a person he found to use his money on, he took the opportunity. Jayce just enjoyed spoiling you in general. Anything and everything you wanted was yours. You had once joked that you wanted to own a zoo, and had to stop Jayce from signing the deed to the city zoo.

“Guys, I’m trying to spoil you…” You whined.

While your lovers might have quite the hefty paychecks, yours was much much smaller. A freelance writer didn’t pay all too well, but it was a job that felt good to you. So you took what you could get. And now that you didn’t have to worry about paying expenses, you managed to save up enough of your own money to pay for this trip. When the men found out you had used your own money they almost short circuited, but relented when you had given them those damned puppy dog eyes of yours and said in the sweetest voice… “I just wanted to treat you.”

They caved, but clearly had caveats.

You decided to allow them this win as they were both adamant about it. You had a feeling anything you laid your eye on would end up wrapped up and shipped home, but you knew that they enjoyed it. The weekend was all about enjoyment and relaxation after all.

The three of you spent the early part of the day out on the town. Viktor and Jayce admiring you as you tried on beautifully handmade dresses at local shops. All of them just so happening to be sent out with you in many shopping bags.

After enjoying lunch at a local seafood joint. You returned to the hotel for some sun and sand. Viktor lathered himself up in sunscreen, knowing that his skin would likely turn cherry tomato otherwise. When you put on your bathing suit, you were faced with the men ogling you once more. A cute two piece that showed off A LOT, but again, you were treating your boys. Jayce was practically drooling as he stared at the mostly exposed fat of your ass.

Thankfully, the hotel provided private pools that led to a privately owned beach. So you knew prying eyes weren’t going to be much of an issue. A good thing, as you planned to tease the men as much as possible.

Jayce made the short trek to one of the hotel bars on the beach to bring you all refreshments. You gratefully accepted a mojito with fresh mint as you lounged poolside next to Viktor. The paler man enjoying the shade of an umbrella, avoiding the sun. Jayce took to the pool, enjoying the sun. An amusing dichotomy despite the men being similar in so many other ways.

The rest of the day was spent between you lounging by Viktor and joining Jayce in the pool or the ocean. The larger man constantly pawing at you, claiming he “couldn’t help himself”. Making you wrap your legs around him as you made out in the pool, Viktor watching with amusement. Such a needy man.

When you sat next to Viktor, he whispered to you quite the fun plan for sexy shenanigans. One that had you blushing like crazy, but extremely excited regardless. You decided to set it in motion when Jayce had returned from another drink run. Your soft body draped over Viktor’s angular one as you kissed him. Audibly moaning as Jayce approached. The man paused to watch you two. You lifted yourself up to look over your shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

“You can set those right there”, you pointed at the table by the lounge chairs. Jayce complied, setting the drinks down. A questioning look on his face. “Thank you.” You chirped before turning back to Viktor. The two of you ignored the other man’s presence as you continued to kiss and grope each other. Viktor’s hands trailing over you, making you gasp and shiver.

“Um.” Jayce cleared his throat, attempting to interrupt you.

You and Viktor looked at Jayce, waiting for him to speak.

“Do you need something?” You asked, a teasing hint to your voice.

Jayce was taken aback.

“Um, can I?” He reached toward you, but Viktor batted his hand away. Shaking his head at the tanner man. A dark look in his golden eyes.

“Oh. Okay.” Jayce kept his hands folded in his lap as he watched you and Viktor continue to go at it.

As the day grew dark, your trio headed back to your hotel room. You showered and readied yourself for a nice dinner that night. Enjoying the way Jayce’s jaw clenched as you showered Viktor with kisses and compliments, while you barely gave him a passing glance. He knew what you were doing. The teasing was getting to him, and as frustrating as it was, he found himself getting more and more turned on as the night continued.

Almost whining when you went to give him a kiss and instead turned to kiss his cheek. You looked so good. Donning a lovely tropical themed dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Oh what he would do to get between your thighs, to make you give him attention. But he knew better than to try and touch you. For tonight, he had to be good and keep his hands to himself. He was sure Viktor would find some sadistic punishment for him if he did otherwise.

Viktor was also ignoring Jayce to give you his full attention. Long fingers trailing over your body. Hands gripping your ass when only Jayce was looking. The larger man had to hide the growing need in his pants as he watched Viktor play with you in public. Almost whining when Viktor managed to make you gasp with a kiss to your neck.

After an unbearable dinner for Jayce, you returned to the hotel room. As soon as you were inside, Viktor set his cane down. He pulled you toward him, hand caressing your cheek before he kissed you passionately. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Again, Jayce only watched. His hands itching to grab at the two of you. But he would be good. Being good meant he would get rewarded. No matter how hard he was getting watching you two, he would be good.

Viktor led you to the bed, having you fall on top of him. You kicked your heels off, before straddling his waist. Grinding against his hard dick through his pants, making the both of you groan. Jayce whined, making you pause. You looked around the room, a cheeky grin on your face as you spoke.

“Did you hear that?” You looked Jayce right in the eyes.

“Hmm, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Viktor had a cheeky grin of his own. “I’m sure if you did, it was nothing.”

“I guess so…” You trailed, before leaning back down to kiss the man under you.

Jayce was practically panting as you began to undress Viktor. Slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt and pulling it off along with his undershirt. Revealing the man’s skinnier bare body. Your mouth kissing down his neck making Viktor sigh. Then he groaned as your lips attached to his nipple, tongue tracing around it. You felt a hand grip your hair and pull your head back. Meeting golden eyes giving you an intense stare, sending heat straight to your core.

“Mmm…such a naughty girl. Teasing me like that.” That made your eyes widen.

“I-I’m not teasing.” You whined, face red. “I’m trying to make you feel good.”

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use instead of making excuses then?” The man yanked you down to give you a hard kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, making you dizzy.

When you parted, you kissed down Viktor’s torso, removing his pants, boxers, and leg brace as you trailed down. His cock was extremely hard and leaking. The sight made your mouth water.

Another whine came from behind you. You pushed against the urge to look. You knew Jayce would be absolutely wrecked. And you would be correct. From Viktor’s view, Jayce had decided to take a seat in what you had referred to as the “cuck chair.” A now fitting name. The larger man was palming himself over his pants. Viktor gave him a warning glare, shaking his head. Jayce whimpered, removing his hand and placing it on the armrest. Fingers practically tearing into the faux leather as he watched you.

A moan escaped Viktor as you licked a stripe up his cock. Your soft hands fondled his balls before you sucked down his cock into your mouth. Viktor groaned as you took all of him in your mouth. Wiry fingers curling in your hair and lightly pulling. He enjoyed the lustful look in your hooded eyes. Already just as fucked out as Jayce was, and barely anything had happened yet. It made the man above you chuckle lowly.

You continued to bob your head up and down his cock, enjoying every moan and whimper you could get out of the man. As you felt the man nearing his climax you continued your pace, adding more of your tongue into the mix. Trailing it along his shaft then swirling it around the head, eliciting the most delicious sounds from Viktor.

“Ah, love!” Viktor exclaimed before shooting his load down your throat. Which you gratefully swallowed.

The man thumbed open your mouth, enjoying the fucked out look on your face. But he wasn’t done with you.

Leaning back, he motioned for you to fully undress. You slipped your dress off revealing you had gone fully commando. No bra or panties. Both men in the room groaned at the reveal. Viktor motioned for you to come toward him and you obliged.

“Sit on my face, love. I need to taste you.” He breathed.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly shuffling yourself above the man’s face. His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. He moaned as his tongue lapped at your drenched folds. Jayce joined in moaning, wishing he was the one under you. Unconsciously, you ground yourself against Viktor’s tongue. Chasing your pleasure. Viktor continued to lick at you, occasionally moaning against you. The action sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Soon you felt your climax on the horizon. The knot in your stomach becoming unbearably tight. Your pussy continued to grind against the man as you reached your peak.

“Viktor, I’m gonna…”

“Cum.” He commanded.

Convulsing above him, you obeyed. Spraying his face with your release as the knot inside you snapped. As Jayce watched he groaned, remembering how you felt cumming on his face that morning.

“I wanna fuck you.” You breathed out, coming down from your high.

“Please do.” Viktor said, pulling your face down to kiss him. Tasting yourself on his lips.

Jayce’s jaw went slack as you lined up Viktor’s now hard cock with your entrance. Your drenched pussy dripping down the shaft. The man in the chair groaned as you slid down the other man’s cock so easily. He pictured how warm and soft you felt.

“Viktor, you feel…” You began to move up and down his length. “So good.” You moaned.

“You feel amazing, love.” Viktor thrust up in you, making you sputter.

You continued to bounce on the man’s cock. Feeling your orgasm building up again. Jayce was dying as he watched you. Wishing so badly that you would invite him in. But you didn’t, enjoying how desperate the man was as he watched.

Beneath you Viktor panted and moaned as you bounced on his cock. Loving the way your plush walls slid up perfectly against him. His fingers teased at your clit, heightening the pleasure you were feeling.

“Gonna cum…” You said.

This time Viktor only nodded, too fucked out himself to answer.

Your walls clenched around the man as you came hard. He let out a deep moan as he pumped his cum into you. His balls clenching as his orgasm continued for longer than usual. He chalked it up to waiting to have you for so long.

Shivering from the pleasure, you collapsed on top of the man. His half hard cock still inside you.

“Keep me inside you, but turn around.” Viktor said, propping himself on his elbows.

You listened, twisting around, being sure not to hurt him as you faced the opposite direction.

Viktor sat up, looking over your shoulder at Jayce. The desperate man, still clenching the armrests. Cock straining in his pants. The man behind you smirked and chuckled at Jayce’s desperation. He reached a hand out, pointing at the man in the chair and curling for the man to come forward. Jayce nodded and jolted out of the chair.

“On your knees, Talis.” Viktor commanded. His lips kissed up your neck as you watched Jayce settle to the floor.

“I bet you want a taste, don’t you?” Viktor’s hand reached down to your pussy. Spreading your folds as his release ran down your legs. Jayce nodded emphatically, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“Well, why don’t you get one. naughty boy.” Viktor chuckled as Jayce dove in.

You moaned as Jayce’s tongue lapped at your pussy as it was still stuffed with Viktor’s cock. The debauched sounds sending shocks of pleasure through you. Viktor groaned as you clenched around him with each lick Jayce gave.

The man below you focused on licking stripes up Viktor’s cock straight to your clit. You knew you were going to cum around Viktor again. Eyes pleading as you craned to look at the man holding you. His brow furrowed at the pleasure you were receiving in tandem. He nodded, allowing your release. With a cry you came around Viktor again, your release spraying on Jayce’s face. The man moaned, but continued to lap at you. The overstimulation made you whimper, but you took it anyway. Finding yourself bouncing on Viktor’s cock once again. The man you were riding groaned at the movement before stopping your hips.

He pulled you off of him, his cock leaving you with a wet pop. Shakily, he stood up. Jayce grabbed your hips and pulled you back to his mouth. It was as if he was starving for the taste of you and Viktor. Viktor smirked at his desperation. The man grabbed the futon and pulled it to the edge of the bed.

Roughly, he pulled back Jayce’s head. The man on the floor whining after losing your taste.

“Strip, Jayce.” Viktor growled, then released his hold on Jayce’s hair.

The man immediately stripped out of his clothes, his cock standing tall and red. It made you drool, but Viktor stopped you from moving over.

“You’re going to fuck our love, and I’m going to fuck you. Understood?” Viktor gave Jayce a deep look, making the other man gulp with nervousness.

“But what about your leg?”

“I’ve got some support.” Viktor pointed at the futon he pulled over. “Now, bend over.”

Jayce obeyed, bending over. His strong hands pulled you towards him, lining his cock up with your entrance, but not pushing in yet. You decided to play with him, sliding your slick pussy up and down his sensitive head. The man was practically crying at feeling you against him. He panted and whined as you continued your torturous teasing. A sadistic smile on your face as you continued the torment.

From behind Jayce you saw Viktor with a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his long fingers, then circled Jayce’s hole. The man above you jolted at the motion. He looked over his shoulder as Viktor methodically prepared the man to take him. First sliding in one finger, then two, hitting Jayce’s sweet spot. A spurt of precum landing on your stomach as Viktor continued to finger the man.

“Ah, fuck.” He panted, falling into a pleasurable bliss.

When Viktor felt he was sufficiently prepared, he glided more lube onto his cock. Then he slowly slid into Jayce. Jayce’s cock slid into you easily along with Viktor’s movement. All of you moaning together. Jayce’s cock stretching you out with a pleasurable sting.

“Please, move.” Jayce said, barely above a whisper.

Viktor thrust into Jayce, making the man thrust into you. You moved your hips as well, loving how Jayce’s cock left a delicious bulge in your belly.

The room filled with wet slapping sounds, moaning, and panting. Viktor continued to thrust into Jayce, holding back his orgasm till the other man came in you.

Above you, Jayce was shaking. The pleasure coming from both ends was almost too much. He needed to cum so badly.

“Please! Please!” He whined.

“Please what?” Viktor questioned.

“Please let me cum!” Jayce whimpered.

Viktor looked over the man at you. You were being fucked dumb, a goofy smile on your face as Jayce pounded into you along with Viktor.

“Mmm… I suppose you’ve been good. You may cum.” Viktor crooned, kissing Jayce’s neck.

The words were Jayce’s undoing. His cock pumping cum into you as your own orgasm slammed into you. The way your walls clenched around Jayce made him cry out. He kept cumming for longer than he thought he could.

Viktor soon found his release into Jayce. The man groaning as his overstimulated cock had now been fucked raw. Slowly, he pulled out of Jayce. Enjoying the view as his spent trailed down the man’s legs.

Jayce also pulled out, watching in awe as his and Viktor’s cum poured out of you.

The two men collapsed beside you on the bed. Everyone panting from the exertion.

Viktor reached for your hand to kiss it softly. You turned to meet his golden eyes, his gaze filled with love.

“Thank you, love.”

Jayce nestled into you, still shaking from the overstimulating pleasure.

“We really needed this vacation.” He mumbled.

You pecked both men on the lips.

“And we’re only one day in.” You sighed with a smirk.

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satorurize · 3 months ago

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𐙚 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄¡!

cw. 18+ flithy smut, Sub!Gojo, Dom!Reader, Enemies to lovers, gojo is a virgin and the word loser is used a lot.

AcademicRival!Satoru believed he'll have a merry time getting paired with you for your upcoming assignment, afterall, you were fun to pick on and he adored the way the vein would pop on your forehead after he says something to completely throw you off the tracks. His plan was to make you do all the work while he gets on your nerves to pass his time.

Satoru prides himself in being jack of all trades, he's the captain of the collegiate basketball team, student body president, has 4.0 GPA in his astrophysics major and is on the dean's list, his stunning good looks were to kill for and to add to those never ending positive attributes he's filthy rich, if it wasn't so obvious by his sports car's raging engine whenever he drifts it around in the campus. Gojo Satoru was a star. Gojo Satoru was game.

Admirers and people lining up for him was no big of a deal, it is the routine when you're him. You're one of the many people who find him fascinating, find him attractive (which was something you would never admit to, even if a ceiling fell over you) but still, why was he shaking his legs underneath the table while he watches the furrow of your brow focused on the screen in his dorm room? He's way too distracted to read this paper about Aesthetics and Marxism—he only took up sociology because it was a humanities requirement within his course and also because he was utterly, out of his mind bored.

Feeling the burning gaze of his abnormally blue eyes, you slam your fist onto the table and anyone who was in their right mind would be able to decipher that your expression was twisted in unfiltered annoyance, the mask of a small, pleasant smile as your veins popped on your forehead was failing miserably. "We could get a lot done if you didn't think this was a staring contest"

"Wow, really? I did think it was a staring contest with how boring all this is" He mocked knowing it would only agitate you further, his eyes shamelessly trailed over the plushness of your thighs and how the skirt fabric sat on top of it, his thoughts were digressing, wondering about the colour of your pant—

"What are you looking at, pervert..?" You point it out to break the unholy chain of his thoughts immediately, his eyes widened by being caught off-guard, evading away to focus on the papers in front of him, lasering his eyes to aim at understand at whatever 'Russian constructivism' meant, his fist gripped the pencil tighter and tighter as he felt unbelievably panicked at being caught, the trance of embarrassment breaking away along with a sharp 'snap' of the pencil.

With a faltering attempt to maintain his cockiness, Satoru looked at you. "Just looking at how much of a loser you look, even broke a pencil because it's annoying how nerdy you dress" a painful roll of his eyes followed by, but his ventures to cover the way he felt were too poor and what was the parameter? The goddamned seductive smile on your pretty lips.

Gojo Satoru was game, but he was a fucking virgin.

"Lying is not going to save your ass, I can literally see the tent in your pants, what are you..a teenager..?" The mockery in your eyes and the superiority you had over him in that very moment was enough to make him let go of his guards and feel his knees buck. You were beautiful and he was so pathetically down bad for that.

"Unlike you, I have many things to excel at..who has time for something as stupid as this anyway" You had to give some kudos for the fact that his voice remained balanced despite the throbbing erection in his pants, and you made a face with slanting pursed lips that was to show him you believed him, although anyone could tell you didn't.

"what is with that face? You think you're better than me? What do you know about sex, having your cute nose burried in those stupid books all day.." And that statement makes you raise your brow, Satoru Gojo, called you cute? This was something, this was when he knew he messed up and you had all the power.

"Why don't I show it to you then? You wanna be a loser in this one area? Come on.. you're better than that, right?" Satoru gulped, the offer was beyond tempting, all those fantasies he ran his mind for while wrapping his hand around his cock in his dark dorm room, relieving himself while yearning for the warmth for your mouth and cunt—finally had the chance to be fleshed out to life. It was tempting indeed but what about his ego?

"Sure, I bet you suck at this too" He huffed a laugh with his faux confidence, only to be miserably proved wrong within a few minutes.

"Please— fuck! Your mouth feels so good.." He breathed heavily with an almost violent rise and fall of his chest, his legs sprawled wide as he was on the couch of his room and you, his beautiful arch-nemesis was skillfully using his cock like it was your personal toy. Satoru didn't feel he was being sucked off for his pleasure, he was being sucked off to be proven of the fact that you were in control here.

He reached his trembling hands to tangle within your locks as you let a thick glob of your spit fall onto his tip with a grin, tantalisingly rubbing it on your glossed lips. "Better than your stupid fist right?" And he moans at that degradation, his eyes marbeling with glassy tears, your pride swelled more than anything.

"Ever seen tits in real life? Or are you that much of a loser to have Inoue Waka as your wallpaper.." You teased further, unbuttoning your blouse and unfastening your bra from the front to spill out your breasts and Satoru's brain simply short circuits the moment the cushiness of your tits gather around his cock and he feels the tightening sting on his abdomen, dripping out loads of his cum onto your tits, painting you like the masterpiece you were with thick ribbons of his ejaculate.

You hum, licking a long strip from his base, swirling your hot tongue around his softening, sensitive frenum as he is limp by the pleasure.

"There's no way you're this good.." He spoke, almost sounding as if something unbelievable happened, almost angry.

"Such a good boy 'Toru.." You giggle in response, kissing his abdomen and he feels pathetically, helplessly in love with you.

Gojo Satoru was game, but you were a roulette.

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pastlivesxpastlie · 7 months ago

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I see in a different light...the object of my desire

what happens when you accidentally text Bestfriend!Vessel instead of your Tinder hook up?

Tags/CW/Head's Up: vessel x you, fem gendered language, brief dubcon, briefly jealous!vessel and possessive!vessel, sending nudes, verbal teasing, spanking, cunnilingus, prone-bone, smut interrupted by fluff then back to smut, barely revised argue with the wall, fuck boys mentioned

MDNI 18+

it's one of those nights where nothing is going your way. you're still fuming about getting ghosted on tinder earlier this week. things were going so well and if *insert douchey fuck boy name* hadn't gone radio silent, you'd probably be going down on him right now! it's been entirely too long since you've had sex, let alone received some kind of non-platonic male attention. that's why you joined tinder this past month, even though your best friend, Vessel's, voice echoed in your ear saying...

Plenty of men want you! I don't get why you don't see it. You don't need the apps, just get out of your head.

wow. so helpful. thank you, sir. you rolled your eyes when he said that as you edited your profile. if he's so good at noticing when other guys were checking you out, why did he never point them out? or was he just being nice?

at any rate, you feel cheated out of a fun night with a hot guy and want to make him feel sorry. so, you do what any sane, horny girl would do--send him a nude. you don't show everything right away. not you. never. you took the selfie so quickly you didn't have time to feel shame.

You put your PJs on and start to make yourself a little snack when you hear your text tone. Hah. Finally! He’s back in your messaging…groveling. pleading. Another ding. HAH! You must have really got him.

Vessel: Send another one xx

5 minutes earlier

Vessel was tempted to pull an all nighter. He knew if he just put in a liiiiiitle more work, this melody would be golden and maybe he could pat himself on the back. Right as he was about to rage quit....ding ding. Very very few people's texts are allowed to bypass his DND settings...except for his best friend.

you: this could be yours, you know?

Vessel nearly dropped his phone as he made sense of the picture in front him. It only showed her lips down to her soft tummy, but he knew it was her. This wasn't some weird spam text masquerading as his dearest friend. She looked angelic. Dreamy. Delicious. Her free hand covered her breasts...her lips in a flirty smirk as she lightly bit her plush bottom lip. Vessel knew she was beautiful. Aren't all women beautiful, though? Surely every man feels his head cave in and his stomach clench with butterflies when his best female friend is near. Right…?

"Fuuuuuuuucccccck" he intoned, letting his hand drift down to his crotch to try and calm himself. He shook his head and repeated himself, putting down the phone. More than likely that text wasn't meant for him. There was no way. His face burned. His cock throbbed between his legs as he felt these strange, lustful stirrings for his best friend. What the fuck was wrong with him? The track he was working on quickly became the least important thing in the world…his frustrations slipping away as soon as his zipper was undone.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? How did you click on Vessel’s name instead of *insert douchey fuck boy name*?! They aren’t even close in spelling…oh…but they’re close on your “Recents” list. And now your hastiness and inattention has lead to you receiving a flirty response from your best friend who has been nothing short of a little brother to you.

You: OMG VES I AM SO SORRY!!! I didn’t mean to send that to you. FML. You: It was supposed to go to this guy from Tinder. Let’s just delete the thread and put this behind us, yeah?

...

It’s been 20 minutes. No response. Your stomach is in knots from the unknown. It’s really late…maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he was just kidding? Yes. That’s it. He was drunk and messing about and then passed out. That will help you sleep…just keep telling yourself…

Knock knock knock

There have been two times now that you wish the tinder fuck boy was here. First time was when you were so horny you couldn’t see straight after your shower, and the second time was now, as someone knocked on your door at 1:30 AM. *ding ding*

Vessel: hun, come on. It’s me.

Christ. What is this? You get off your bed and peer through the peep hole. Sure enough, it’s Ves in a hoodie and sweats, looking cuddly and kissable and WAIT. No no no no. Get it together. He probably just wants to hang out to show you that nude incident doesn’t change anything.

“Well hello there young man, does your mother know you’re not in bed?” You say with a dry laugh as you open the door.

Vessel walks right past you into your place. You close the door behind you and lean your back against it.

“Have I repulsed you into silence, hm?”

Your normally boyish, quiet, sarcastic best friend looks practically ravenous as his eyes trail down your body. Now he knows what you look like naked, and the sight of you clothed right now borders on sacrilege. He takes a step forward. His doe eyes, which still brim with charm and platonic affection, bore into you as he grasps your chin with his hand.

“How cruel…to dangle such a tasty treat in front of me and then not take a compliment and act like this was such a terrible oversight on your part,” he growls.

“And which compliment are you referring to?”

He pulls you by the chin enough so that your back is off the door, though you’re certain he will just pin you back against it when he sees fit. This is not your closest friend. This is a man possessed.

“Stop playing dumb, it’s beneath you. I asked you to send another immediately after receiving the first. Is that not a compliment? That I’m not merely satisfied with one image. I could have you in countless ways…I need to know what that would look like. Do you really want me to take you on your back every time? Always with your arm covering your tits like that? Hm?”

Your inhales are sharp gasps now as the butterflies in your tummy churn to get out. You’ve never seen him like this…never seen him as a prospective lover…never seen him horny even…but this…wait…wait why is he…

He gently chuckles and presses you back against the door, shaking his head and stepping away.

“Oh my god…” he chuckles, “the look on your face. I really had you going, eh?”

You scoff, laughing in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You say shaking your head and walking towards your kitchen. Just fall into the old routine. Get your usual drinks and plop on the couch for shit tv. You don’t make it far and suddenly you’re being pulled backwards by your sleep shorts.

“This is what the fuck is wrong with me.” His hands keep your hips still as he presses his bulge against you. “You’ve ruined me. You have actually ruined my perception of you.”

“Tsk,” you try to wriggle from his grip but he ends up clasping you in a tight bear hug from behind, “slut shaming me now?”

“You sweet, silly, little wanker….shaming?” God it was weird to hear his playful nickname for you as he gently grinds against you. The resolve you worked so hard to build is dissolving as your head falls against his shoulder and allow him to knead your hips and stomach. He continues in hot, breathy whispers, “babydoll…I encourage it…as long it’s saved for me. Can you do that? Hm? Can you promise to only share that with me?”

Now your body betrays you and you grind back into him.

“You’re no better than me. Look at you,” he says he plants soft, needy kisses on your neck. “You want this, don’t you? Please…please tell me you feel it too.” His grip is no longer firm. It’s hard. You're able to snake one of your hands up and behind his neck…you’re desperate to touch him anywhere at this point.

“I…I feel it…”

Suddenly you’re being steered towards your bedroom. Ves is strong, perhaps not enough to hoist you up and throw you on bed, but he enthusiasm is evident when you’re pushed on the bed on your stomach. Immediately he’s out of his hoodie and his warm, bare torso presses against your back. He’s clinging to you from behind and letting his hands roam under your shirt.

You let out a breathy moan and chuckle. “So you liked what you saw?”

“Mmmmmph,” He lets out gruffly as he gently bites your shoulder and licks the indentions from his pearly whites.

You let out another moan but with a cackle now. “Oh ew. Sorry that wasn’t hot.”

He leans up and gives you a swift smack on your plush ass. “I’m realizing now that everything about you is hot.” But you don’t feel him touch you anymore. You roll over and look up at him. He sighs.

“Ves, you ok? Did I do something wrong?”

“No…no…I just…kind of dropped back into my body. What are we doing?”

You smirk sadly. What are you two doing?

“We can stop if you want. Just talk. Whatever you want.” You sit up and caress his arm feeling the warmth and texture of his skin as if for the first time. He looks at you softly.

“Please don’t take my…enthusiasm…as some kind of…I don’t know…disregard for you. I’d…I’d do anything to be on the receiving end of those texts…I realize that now. It’s not just sex I want. It’s not just…your body. Don’t get me wrong…it tempts me beyond belief…now that I’ve seen it. But I get it now.”

You smile softly and maybe even proudly as he soothes your fears. As much as you would have loved to be prone-boned a minute ago, you were scared it was only because of the newness and craziness of the situation. “Get what, Ves?”

“Why I feel the need to do this.” And with that he presses deep kiss into your plump lips. His hand slips down shyly to your collar bone as your hand tangles in his hair.

You let him undress you. Of course, he had just seen you practically naked. But here you were…in the flesh before him. You two spent a considerable just touching…caressing...tasting. But it became frenzied again after you let your hand mindlessly trail down your body to rub your clit. It wasn’t long before you found yourself folded in half with his face between your legs. His tongue flicking and massaging your clit as you squeal and buck your hips against him. His strong arms keep you still for the most part, but you don’t know what to do with your hands. First they’re on your tits…then the back of his head…twisted in his hair. He gives in and sticks his tongue out to let you grind against it. With your hand holding his hair tightly, your hips grind against his precious face. You look down…met with those same doe eyes. As if you weren’t mewling and blubbering enough…that little shit chuckles dryly and presses two fingers into your hot pussy.

“Ffffffuuuuuccckkkk you. Oh my GOD,” you groan as you reach your climax. The white-hot knot in your tummy unfurls and your folds ache with pleasure as he presses your insides firmly and watches you reverently. “Holy fuck…ok…fuck…get off me now,” you say quickly because otherwise you’ll be completely overstimulated. He backs off immediately. What a good boy. His chest heaves up and down as he looks at you. You suddenly feel very small. Vulnerable with your soft belly and pussy exposed to him. What’s the worst that could happen…letting your best friend rut into you?

“You’re on birth control, yeah?”

You nod. Your IUD was still good for two more years. But you half-think you’d give him whatever he wanted, even if it meant being risky and stupid. He takes your legs firmly and pulls you down to him. He pats your clit with his heavy cock a few times. You shudder.

“How long’s it been, love? Hm?” You don’t even want to answer. He caresses your cheek and moves to press himself inside you. Your body clenches as his thick cock stretches you. “Oh…oh it’s been awhile. Poor, little love. Let me fix it…let me make it better.”

As soon as he starts fucking you, you’re moaning his name and clasping his forearms. Your soft body jiggles in little waves as he presses into you with a gentle, patience force.

“Fucking hell…” he moans as he moves his hands. One settles on your ribs under your breast while the other collapses and lazily circles the top of your head. He leans down to kiss you…your taste still on his lips.

Despite being so worked up, he keeps his wits about him and is able to fuck you without completely blowing his load in his new favorite place— your heavenly, warm, pussy.

“God…god…such a pretty girl,” he whispers huskily. “My pretty girl is so good at taking cock. How did you get so good at taking cock, hm? You’re so good. So pretty.”

You can’t take it. You pull him in and make out with him roughly. All the feelings and thoughts you’d repressed flow out of you via your mouth and hips rubbing against him pathetically. He holds you impossibly close as he whines in your neck.

“Babydolll….mmm…my little doll… stay still…stay still for me.”

Suddenly he flips you onto your stomach. An impressive feat given he was just balls deep in you. He pulls your hips up like he owns you and presses back into your pussy. He immediately whimpers pathetically. You’re desperate to throw it back but he gives your bottom a swift spank.

“I said be still.”

And with a hand firmly between your shoulder blades and another on your lower back, he drills into you until he’s shaking and blubbering about how he’s cumming inside you…how there’s no one like you…how you’re made for him…

The next morning, you wake up with Ves draped across your chest, snoring softly. You pet his hair softly and rub the sleep from your eyes as you check your phone. Hmm. Three missed calls and a string of pathetic texts from *insert douchey fuck boy name* acting like he never ghosted you in the first place. You toss your phone to the foot of the bed and curl up to Ves, who groggily wakes up as your kiss his head.

“Mine.” He says holding you close.

“Mine.” You respond…groggy…sore…and lovesick.

#vessel smut #sleep token fanfiction #vessel x you #sleep token #fem!reader #sleep token vessel #vessel x reader #vessel x reader smut #sleep token smut #sleep token x reader #sleep token imagine #vessel imagine #vessel #vessel fanfic #wolfie's scribbles

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rougetv · 2 months ago

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The Look of Love

George Clarkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: The fans happen to pick up on the loving glances between you and George in Arthur’s new music promo

(anonymous request)

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Y/n and Arthur had met in college during a level 3 music course, when they were a pair of stupid teenagers, quickly bonding over their shared love of music. So, when she had moved to London for her job, her and her old friend had quickly become joined at the hip again. London being a new and scary place for her, Arthur had kindly stepped forward, reaching out to help her get settled in the city, helping her apartment hunt and get settled.

And through Arthur, she had met George…

George stood out to her from the second she’d met him. The way his neat stubble accentuated his face perfectly, the way she could easily get lost in those piercing blue eyes of his that made her weak at the knees, and the way his smile made her forget about everyone else in the room. And she didn’t even think it was possible for someone so attractive to be so kind either. He was always so understanding and caring, and so easy to talk to – he had almost immediately become the person she went to if she felt she couldn’t open up to Arthur about something, no questions asked. And she loved him for it.

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Y/n’s fingertips absentmindedly trace around the rim of her glass as she watches the movie on the TV screen that George had put on to pass the time while they waited for Arthur to get home, ignoring the urge to shift closer to the muscular brunette sat next to her on the plush couch.

The apartment was virtually silent, other than the sounds of the television and the sound of Chris’s fast typing on his laptop, until Arthur came barreling through the front door with a huge smile plastered across his face, excitedly waving his phone at the three of them, although Chris wasn’t really paying attention, too focused on whatever he was doing on the white laptop in front of him.

“New music! We just finished recording!”

Even if she wasn’t looking at Arthur, she’d have been able to practically hear the smile in his voice. He was always so excited about his music, and she was so proud of him for pursuing his dreams.

He excitedly sat down next to her on the L-shaped couch, and Y/n immediately draped her legs over his lap, listening to the music he was already pressing play to on his phone.

I’m a mess

Got my heart beating out of my chest

I’m just a little bit little bit stressed

Just a little bit little bit

Her eyes flick to George for a split second, swallowing hard as the lyrics remind her slightly of him – she was head over heels in love with him after all – and what made it worse? George was looking back at her.

Am I passing the test?

I’m subtly trying my best

But I’m feeling I’m feeling the sweat

Are you feeling me feeling me feeling me?

She tilts her head down slightly, trying to act as invested as she can at Arthur’s phone in a poor attempt to hide her cheeks that were burning red, feeling George’s eyes burning holes in the side of her head.

I can’t go back to normal now

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Can’t get the right words out my mouth

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Lily

Do you know that I’m talking about you

Let me know when you do

The song came to a smooth finish as she glances up at her best friend with a proud smile on her face, she always knew he’d make it, from the moment she saw how passionate he was about music all those years ago.

“Arthur, that’s so good!” she practically squeals in excitement, giving him a big hug.

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And that’s how she got roped into his promo.

The unreleased song blared out of Arthur’s phone that’s propped up on a tripod, her body wedged in between her best friend and the man who made her feel like a school girl with a crush, small smiles on each of their lips as they somewhat clumsily danced to the music.

George’s eyes were practically glued to her every movement as she danced in time to the song, the way her hips moved, the way her body swayed, the way her fingers ran through her hair, everything. It was like he was in a trance.

His feelings getting the better of him, he takes a shot, suddenly grabbing her hand softly in his own and spinning her around. The shocked laugh that leaves her lips is like music to his ears, and the smile on her face just makes his heart melt, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks down at the beautiful woman in front of him, and the exact same look in her own eyes, completely lost in each other’s presence for a moment.

His hand automatically landed on the small of her back as he stops spinning her, casually supporting her in case she was dizzy, but the small action made both of their hearts race as the song comes to a close…

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Arthur Hill just posted!

User1: no one can convince me they aren’t in love. I swear.

User2: I desperately wanna be her right now I cant even function

User3: the future mrs Clarke?

User4: I know they did it but I just cant prove it

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Can’t decide if I like this or not 😭

Lmk if anyone wants a part 2! And pls keep making requests bc I have absolutely no creativity.

Request: i have a george request if thats okay 🥺 just thinking about being friends with arthur hill bc youre both music geeks who sing along to things all the time and you and george have a thing for each other but are oblivious. but arthur posts one of his promo tiktoks for a new song and you and george are featured and are both dancing and george takes your hand to spin you around and everyone goes crazy about it bc you look so happy and the look george gives you? its impossible to not notice

#george clarkey #arthur hill #chrismd #uk youtubers #george clarke fluff #lily #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey imagine

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sugrhigh · 1 year ago

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HOTBOX 2 - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

part one

summary- matt smoked with his best friends for the first time, and after you guys get home his dirty thoughts about you finally come to life

warnings- SMUT !! so don’t read if ur uncomfy, swearing, unprotected sex, slightly subby!matt

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: HEHE i had fun writing this so i hope you guys truly enjoy. i will be working on boy next door and a beautiful fall req i just received, but until those are posted my inbox is open for any comments, reqs, or sweet nothings xoxo

dedicated to the lovely @awsturn thank you for requesting!!!

@fawnchives @mattswrld @l1ttlefreakk @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick

“oh wow, matt.” nick can’t stifle his laughter as his brother walks through the front door with the rest of you.

he’s got his arm around your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as you move in unison. he promised he could walk fine on his own, but you insisted on being there just in case.

not that he minds the physical contact.

“what?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes finally focus.

“nothing you just look…very faded.”

“that’s because he is.” you reply for him.

“hey, so are you guys!” matt argues, and you nod your head absentmindedly as the two of you head past nick to the living room.

“yes, we are. do you want to sit?”

“are you going to?”

you laugh and untangle yourself from his arms once you’re beside the couch. “you don’t have to do everything i do, you know.”

his legs are far less shaky than they were before, but he plops down on the plush cushions regardless. the rest of the group is still chattering in the foyer, and he appreciates the few seconds of alone time he gets with you.

“just wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving.” matt shrugs lazily in response.

“i’m literally spending the night dork.” you remind him, turning to head into the kitchen.

you’re unknowingly giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walk, covered only by those thin little yoga pants, hips swaying back and forth like you’re taunting him on purpose.

he has to force himself to look away, to try and put an end to all of the filthy thoughts churning in his mind. he shouldn’t be thinking them, especially not about one of his best friends.

but matt is too fried to pretend he doesn’t have feelings for you. he always has. it’s just harder to hide how much he wants you when he can barely remember how to breathe.

it’s pretty late, so chris and nathan announce that they’re going to his room to play video games. the pair are already bounding down the hall as you return to the living room, equipped with a bottle of water in one hand.

“where the hell are they off to?” you ask with a grin, passing him the drink.

“going to play fortnite or something.” matt replies, taking the water into his own trembling hands.

he tries to ignore the way his fingers pass over yours, tries not to wonder if you feel the same spark that he does just from a simple touch. luckily, nick enters seconds later which relieves some of the tension.

he watches his brother wrap you in a quick hug. “i have to finish editing, but i’ll see you in the morning.”

“you better be up in time for mcdonald’s breakfast.” you point an accusatory finger at him as he heads to his room laughing.

“yeah, yeah, wake me whenever. goodnight matt, drink that water.”

he hears the door click closed a second later, his eyes trained on you as you move to sit down beside him. your thigh is inches from his, but you’re still too far away for his liking.

“are you sleepy?” you ask him as you settle down against the cushions, finally meeting his gaze once you’re comfortable.

“not really.” he finds himself smiling at you, for no real reason besides the fact that he loves you.

you tilt your head to the side, studying him with a look in your eyes that indicates you’re amused. “okay, how are you then? enjoying it?”

his eyes are low and red, watching your lips as they move. he can’t stop thinking about your fingers gently gripping his thigh earlier, the confident tone in which you speak to him, how you handle yourself.

all of that mixed with the weed is making him incredibly turned on. he shifts a little, dropping the water bottle on the couch so he can use his hands to cover his lap.

“yeah, i’m enjoying it.” matt says quietly, unable to look anywhere besides you.

you furrow your brows a little bit, but your grin doesn’t fade, which makes him feel better.

“alright, what’s going on? i know you’re high and everything, but you’re acting a little too weird.” you accuse him, though your demeanor is light-hearted as you nudge your shoulder against his.

he shakes his head just slightly as if he has no idea what you’re talking about. “what do you mean? i’m totally normal.”

matt finds that his voice is just a little too squeaky and quick to be convincing, and he knows he’s not a very good liar, especially when it comes to you.

“come on, i know that’s not true. you can tell me anything.” you push, moving a little bit so that you can properly face him.

the light coming from the kitchen silhouettes your features beautifully, and he can feel the words crawling up his throat. it’s involuntary, but the truth is coming out either way.

“i already told you earlier.”

“what?”

“i just…want you.” he finally admits breathlessly.

this catches you completely off guard, considering you had pushed your previous conversation in the car to the back of your mind. you figured he was just tripping, only saying flirty things because he was so out of it.

your lips part like you’re going to speak, but nothing happens. matt studies your face for any kind of emotion other than shock, but he can’t read you, which makes him anxious.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i don’t know why i’m saying this shit right now, of all times, but you look so pretty and i just…i needed you to know because—” he stumbles over his words, which morph together in the wrong places.

“matt, matt, it’s okay.”

you put a hand on his thigh again, trying to let him know that everything is fine, and he literally twitches from the pressure of your palm being so close to where he needs you.

“don’t do that.” he hisses, unable to control the way he slightly bucks against your fingers.

but you don’t move, because you feel yourself throb at the sight of him growing hard in his sweatpants. all because you touched him.

“matt…” you tilt your head, trying to get him to look at you.

he exhales a long breath before he finally does, his faded eyes wider now, cheeks flushed and brown hair messy from the wind of the car ride home. he looks beautiful, your beautiful best friend.

but matt is way more. you need him to be more.

“are you sure you want this?” you say faintly, leaning in just enough for him to notice.

“do you want this?”

you nod your head slowly, staring at his pink lips, unable to stop wondering if they’re as soft as they look. so you meet him the rest of the way, your mouth meshing against his gently.

matt almost melts at the feeling, and butterflies erupt through his chest. he can’t believe this is happening. part of him wonders if he fell asleep, and is dreaming it all up.

it’s thrilling, how desperate you both are for more, how his tongue slips against yours so nicely, and he has to contain himself when you bite down on his bottom lip every so often.

you pull away and swing your leg over his lap so you can straddle him. he groans quietly underneath you, because your hips feel so nice on his that he already wants to combust on the spot.

and then you lean down to his ear, moving slowly against his hard dick, so close he can feel your breath tickle his skin.

“i’m gonna take care of that, baby,” you whisper, “but you have to be quiet. can you do that?”

matt nods eagerly and you kiss his neck in response, tugging at the skin lightly. his hands travel to your ass, gripping it tightly to force some more friction.

he feels you grin against his throat, and he has to hold back a moan from the combined sensation of your tongue and hips going to work.

you move up to his jaw, across his cheek, back to his mouth, and this time he smiles against your lips. kissing you is just so sweet, even when it’s sinful, and he’s so high and happy it's impossible not to.

you pepper him with a few more quick pecks before crawling off of his lap, crouching down between his knees. he’s already needy, missing having you on top of him even though you look gorgeous at his feet.

matt reaches out to smooth your hair, holding your head in his hand as his thumb brushes your cheek.

“are you real?” it leaves his mouth before he can think.

you let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to kiss the heel of his palm softly. “i’m real, i promise.”

the intimacy of the moment, just that small gesture, is making his heart slam against his ribcage.

you reach up to hook your fingers underneath the waist of his sweats, tugging them down to indicate he should lift himself. matt does just that, pressing his back against the couch so you can slide the soft material down to his ankles.

your run your hands up his thighs before you go to the band of his boxers, pulling so that his dick springs free. he’s already wet and straining, precum soaking his tip, and he’s a little embarrassed by the way you’re looking at it.

but you’re only staring because it’s bigger than you expected, possibly the biggest you’ve seen in person. you’re entranced as your fingers glide over his tip, spreading his wetness across the rest of the base.

“shit…” matt mutters under his breath, throwing his head back against the couch as he fucks himself into your hand slightly.

you love hearing him all breathless, watching his muscles clench in pleasure as you stroke him. but you can tell he’s already worked up enough, so you start to slow your movements to a stop before pushing yourself to stand.

his head snaps back up, surprised by the switch in pace, and then his eyes get wider. you slip your leggings off, reaching for the hem of your shirt after so you can tug it over your head and discard it with your pants.

he loves seeing you exposed like this, every curve, every gorgeous little detail that makes your body your body.

“my pretty girl.” he praises, completely pussy whipped already, and it makes you a little bit shy as you stand before him.

you just like matt so much, and hearing him compliment you in such a personal setting only confirms how much you need him.

“want you inside me.” you murmur, straddling his waist again, sliding your wet panties against his shaft lightly as you get situated.

“please, oh my god—” he’s choking on his own words as you push your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance.

you sink down on him without warning, feeling that delicious and familiar pressure in your stomach as he fills you up. matt’s hands find their way to your ass again, in a state of complete euphoria from having you wrapped around him.

you both groan, and you lean in so you can attach your mouth to his, swallowing the sounds of your shared pleasure. he helps guide you up and down, slowly at first, admiring the way you squeeze his dick every time he’s fully inside.

“fuck, you feel so good matt.” you whine against his lips as quietly as possible, picking up the pace and moving your hips at a quicker speed, hands on the frame of the sofa to help you bounce.

“promise you feel better.” he manages to respond before having to bite down on his bottom lip hard to contain a moan.

you’re riding him so well, skin slapping skin together ever so slightly. matt uses one hand to tug your bra down so he can slide his tongue over one of your nipples. you arch into his wet mouth, enjoying the way he softly sucks on each of them, swapping every so often.

he loves having your tits in his face so much, and he knows he won’t be able to hang on much longer with the way you’re moving.

“m’close, oh fuck—” his eyes roll back as you rock against him as fast as possible, rotating your hips so he hits a different spot every time.

“that’s it baby, keep fucking me, let it all go.” you command, relishing in the wave that’s taking over you as well.

matt slams you down on him a couple more times before he feels his fingers lose their grip, shuddering as he finishes inside you, breathless and sweaty.

your own muscles tense and you dive into it, releasing all over his cock as you slow your pace due to the overstimulation. you’re also panting as you slide off of him, rolling over his leg so you can sit beside him for a minute.

“that was…wow.” matt sighs happily as the both of you readjust your underwear.

“agreed.” you turn your head to smile at him, leaning in for one more little kiss.

it’s short, but it’s still just as passionate as the ones that came before. you could do it all day, his lips are just that soft.

“we should probably get cleaned up. do you wanna spend the night in my room?” his voice is still hushed once you pull away, and there’s a certain weight behind his words.

“i kinda want to sleep in your room every night.” you reply honestly, and his face lights up again at the confession, because he feels the exact same.

“i think i would kinda like that a lot.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #fanfic

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7thblackbird · 14 days ago

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18/2 RATS Martyn's stream Recap

So a lot happened today so I need to write this. I really recommend everyone to watch Martyn's stream bc wtf

So for the most part of the stream Martyn was building the stage for the Rats Awards (which will take place on Friday, although he won't be there bc Timmy is visiting) until the last 20 minutes or so. "Building stream" he said "Just chilling" he said.

Meanwhile, Apo is looking for the murderer of his giant plush goose wife (who Martyn destroyed at the beginning of the smp for materials). He talks to Eloise, who only tells them who was around that day; however, they then follow her and hear her talking to Martyn, so he suspects him.

Therefore Apo goes talk to Ren (who wasn't streaming, was just building the ship) and tells him about it. Ren accepts to go with him and confront Martyn, and that if he's the murderer the whole situation will be decided by a duel. So they tell Martyn to accompany them to the library, where Apo tells him about the situation and Martyn admits to be the killer but defends himself saying that he didn't know about it being Apo's, that he didn't know Apo that much at that point anyway, that it's only a plushie and that he needed the material to build Ren's desk so it was captain's orders. Ren intervenes and says that they should duel bc that's how stuff is decided in the high seas. However, Martyn doesn't have his knife bc he lended it to Eloise a bit earlier (which makes him think that she is in with the set up) so he easily loses and dies (although honestly, Apo is pretty good at pvp he might have won anyway idk). Which leads to a lore intermission with the bright green screen and a 3 lives -> 2 lives countdown.

When he wakes up he goes retake his stuff and he's pretty pissed off so when he meets Ren in the office he lashes out for just standing there and letting him be killed. Ren tries to justify himself and tells him that he fought well but Martyn is still angry. Atp he is also tired for all their previous issues (with Ren's obsession with sangrías and for not listening to him), tells him that he shouldn't have invited so many people to the crew and that he shouldn't be the captain, and threatens to mutiny. So Ren, in the craziest plot twist of the season, tells him that he doesn't understand the role of a captain and that those rats are necessary bc he will be trading some of them for cargo in a port. And Martyn is so fucking thrown back for that he is like "ooooh. damn. bye bye."

He then briefly confronts Eloise who says he wasn't expecting Apo to go that far but I feel like Martyn is in his Blondbeard 2.0 arc now

So that's the whole thing. The Ren thing is so crazy, not even ccMartyn was expecting that. Also, Martyn always uses the music in his streams so well, it's smth that always wows me. Btw I am writing this just after the stream ended and hadn't had time to check Apo or Eloise's povs yet, so if someone wants to correct me on smth tell me and I will make changes

Edit: apparently Apo listened to the end of the Ren-Martyn conversation and confronted the captain but Ren is like nope and tries to deflect by reminding him that he has killed Martyn and that "justice" has been done. So Apo also knows about the rat trafficking thing. I am not including it in this post bc it's getting looong but Apo also has had their own interesting lore going on about having an identity crisis and why they did what they did, so go watch that as well!

#inthelittlewood #rendog #apokuna #soupforeloise #rats smp #wanipost #fuck it i am tagging #treebark #or treevorce ig

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intheorangebedroom · 8 months ago

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The corner deli

Summary: You take a night trip to the corner deli and meet this handsome guy, but shit turns out weird.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

A/N: This is what happens when I can't sleep. Happy Frankie Friday, Orange besties 🧡

Word count: 1.8k

The corner deli

And here you are, another Friday night on your own, reading a book you can barely focus on, scrolling mindlessly in between chapters, slouched in your couch and feeling sorry for yourself. Those stupid, evil thoughts starting to whisper some nasty shit in the back of your mind, and you’re letting it happen.

It’s on you, though, because some of your coworkers, the younger ones, offered you to go out with them but you said no. You’re too much of an introvert, but not enough that you don’t feel miserable now, sitting here alone while the city’s buoyant life unfolds without you behind your closed windows. What difference does it make, anyway. It goes on, whether you decide to join or not. No one misses you, so there.

Fuck it. Tonight, you’re gonna eat your feelings. You slip on your jeans and your shoes and go out to the deli on the corner, it’s open all night. You’ll get some Pringles or ice cream, whatever comes first.

You’re walking down an aisle, hesitating between two flavors of Chex Mix, when you catch sight of THE most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

He’s tall. And so fucking broad. His denim shirt is working hard containing the breadth of his solid shoulders, his jeans are tight on his thighs. He’s got a scruffy, patchy beard and strands of brown hair curling at his ears underneath his trucker hat. He’s all sharp profile, solid features, plush lips, oh! his lips are just… generous, and his eyes… god his eyes are dark, deep and soulful. Wait, did you just use the word soulful? Well, he’s that fucking handsome. There’s a stern crease splitting his brow, but it’s tempered by the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the kind you get from laughing often.

You look down at yourself and… fuck. Your mascara has run off because yeah, maybe you cried a little, earlier. Your hair is dirty, pulled together in a messy bun that looks nothing like those supposedly effortless hairdos thrown at you in Instagram reels. The ones that make you feel unworthy of the air you’re breathing. You're wearing a dirty pair of 501 with your pajama shirt tucked in, there’s no way you're getting anywhere near him, even if you had any self-confidence to boot.

You walk over to the back of the store. Not that it’s a good hiding spot, it’s just where the fridges are. And of course, they’re out of the one ice cream flavor you like. Wow. It really ain’t your day, is it? Craning your neck to scan the empty top shelf, you spot the very last Netflix and Chill’d all the way to the back. Opening the door, you stand on tiptoes, fingers scrambling over the icy shelf to grab it, but you can’t reach that high.

That’s when you feel him. His chest barely brushing at your back. You get a whiff of his scent and you swallow a gasp. He smells like leather and warm skin and laundry and you can’t even move anymore, you just stand there like a Roman statue in a museum, with one arm up. Your gaze follows his arm as it extends toward the shelf, reaching it with ease. As his large hand grabs the last tub, the whole sequence of movements completely effortless and well, graceful.

He takes a step away from you, and your body’s responding again. Your heels meet the ground, and you turn to face him. There’s the promise of a smile curling his lips, fuck he is stupidly handsome, Jesus fucking Christ, are you still breathing? He hands you the tub and all you can think of is how thick his fingers look around it, and how they would feel buried inside you, or wrapped around your throat, and… oh wow. That escalated quickly.

You swallow hard, blinking the filthy thoughts away. There’s something in the way he looks at you, a glimmer in his eyes. You feel… warm. He flexes his jaw to the side, he’s smiling at you, still holding that goddamn ice cream, you gotta say or do something, but your body has bailed on you, yet again.

Eventually, you take the cold tub, careful not to touch his fingers. But he’s not letting go. Your breathing turns shallow, you can barely hold his gaze. Why does he keep looking at you with those soft brown eyes, why is he smiling like that? He can’t possibly be… what? Interested in you? No one can. No one ever is. That’s why you’re in this deli, alone, in the middle of the night, wearing last week's dirty laundry.

Oh. Of course. He’s waiting for you to thank him. Jesus you’re stupid.

“Thanks. You. I mean, thank you.” Oh, great, that went well.

There’s a beat before he releases his grip and lets go of the tub.

“You’re welcome,” he says, and of course, his voice is velvet. Round and husky and low.

There’s an easy confidence about him, like quiet assertiveness, is that a thing? Like he knows his worth, but he doesn’t need to step all over people’s toes to show it.

You’re raking your brain for some smart quip you know will come to you tomorrow morning in the shower, when you hear a commotion at the cashier. Somebody’s shouting orders, a dude holding up something in his hand, pointing it at the employee behind the plexiglass. Holding a fucking handgun, Jesus fuck the place is getting robbed.

Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. There’s pressure around your elbow and you’re yanked down onto the dirty tiles.

The man in the trucker hat is crouching next to you. He holds his index finger pressed to his lips. His face looks different, his jaw tensed, a deep frown darkening his face. His eyes are pitch black, is it even the same man? A minute ago, he looked like the friendly next-door neighbor you’re daydreaming about fucking in the basement laundry room, and now he looks like someone who’s about to shoot you in the face.

“Be quiet,” he mouthes under the noises coming from the front of the store, “stay here, everything’s gonna be ok.”

You don’t want him to leave you here on your own, no matter how threatening he looks, but he’s already moving toward the front and anyway, it’s not like you can move.

Shouldn’t you call 911? He told you to be quiet, what the hell are you supposed to do?

It all happens so fast, and you’re so scared. You’ve never been this scared in your entire life. You hear a thud, followed by a gunshot. You clasp your hand to your mouth, you’re sure you’re gonna die. You hear the sounds of a struggle, a loud, piercing yelp, and another, louder thud. There are a few more noises, fabrics rustling, muffled groans and nothing. Deafening silence.

You can’t feel your legs and your heart is beating in your throat when you finally hear him, the guy in the trucker hat. His voice is firm and his tone commanding as he addresses the deli employee.

“Hey, hey look at me, you’re ok. Can you call 911? Hey! Call 911. You’re ok.”

Your legs won’t carry you. You have to crawl to the front of the store on your hands and knees, and your eyes grow wide at the scene you find there. A tall, young man with a shaved head is lying on the floor, wrists in a zip tie, he’s passed out, or dead, you’re not sure and you don’t wanna know. And anyway, you don’t have time to see more. He’s here, in front of you, the guy in the trucker hat, blocking the view with his massive silhouette, helping you get up and walking you outside.

“You ok?” he asks you.

He’s got one hand in the small of your back, the other one is gripping your arm. They’re warm, and that’s how you register how cold you are. In fact, you’re shivering in the warm city night, teeth chattering and all.

“It’s over, I got you,” he says, cupping your face and you look up at him, nodding, mumbling, “I’m ok, yeah, I’m ok,” trying to focus on his warmth radiating through your cheeks.

When they arrive, the cops instruct you to stay to make a deposition. Uncomfortable doesn’t cut it to describe your state of mind throughout the entire process, but he stands near you the whole time, his shoulder against yours, and you don’t think you could stand straight without it.

Eventually, the place clears up. The perp came to, they handcuffed him and took him away. As he passed near you, you saw a purple bruise blooming on his neck.

You’re told you’re free to go, and there’s really no reason for you to stay.

Except there is.

“So um… you’re a cop, or something?” you ask, looking intently at the fascinating tip of your Van’s, bumping against the curb.

He shakes his head.

“No. US Air Force. I’m a pilot.”

Your head shoots up, mouth falling open into a silent oh.

His smile is so fucking soft you want to kick the curb and break all your toes.

“Well, thank you, anyway. That was really scary. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Now, there really isn’t any reason for you to linger. But he’s not moving, standing tall and broad and solid before you, hands propped on his hips, with that easy confidence about him. And that thing happens again, that thing where he looks at you with those gentle brown eyes and that promise of a smile, and you feel like you’re the center of the goddamn universe.

“I’m Frankie, by the way,” he says, offering you his hand.

From all the scary shits that went down tonight, this one has got to be the scariest, by far, because you know that if you take his hand, you’re not gonna let go.

You hear your name coming out of your mouth, and it’s too late. You’re done for. Your small hand slides into his larger one, and he gives it a strong squeeze. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to tell you everything you need to know.

And he’s not letting go. And you’re not letting go. You expect fucking fireworks, at this point, but it’s just… right. Like you don’t have to be scared. Like you don’t have to torture yourself anymore with mean-ass questions about how to behave or what to say next. Like you can simply be you, and it’ll be enough.

“So,” he starts, and he’s downright grinning now, a dimpled smile that lights up his entire face, “d’you think we can consider this as our first date?”

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Part 2

#happy frankie friday #the pilot™️#let me know if anyone's interested in a second date?#also just so you know chapter 5 of tybtm is coming along #I'm at 8k but i needed a break from the angst #and yes i am fully aware I said this chapter would be angst-free thank you very much #frankie morales #frankie morales / fem!reader #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales / you

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slut4sugu · 8 months ago

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𝐎𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇? — ejirou kirishima x black!fem reader

me and your mama + childish gambino

𐙚˚ including: kinda pleasure!dom kiri? , edging, somewhat car sex, oral (female receiving), choking, squirting, dirty talk, slight spanking, spitting, lowkey nasty sex, kinda long fic 𐙚˚ description: after an annoying situation reader discovers how much she likes her boyfriend being a little rough.. 𐙚˚ authors note: didn’t really proof read much, took me a while to finish this, I hope y’all like it! 😭🤍

MDNI!!

It was honestly a fun experience dating kirishima but sometimes it would be a little challenging having to deal with all the girls that would come and try their luck with him when you went attached to his buff arm. But kiri was such a sweetheart about it, being able to tell when a girl was coming up to shoot her shot and would quickly shoot her down. Politely, but firmly.

However you weren’t really used to guys hitting on you, despite what kiri would say about how breath taking you are you never really got cat called or anything. So when kiri had gone off for 2 minutes to say hi to denki, you weren’t expecting a guy to come up to you while you were looking for some heels.

“Wow you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Looking up you saw a slightly shorter guy than your boyfriend talking to you, immediately you felt uncomfortable. Regretting the tube top you wore that day that displayed your chest, “I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You tried to go back to looking for your heels, ignoring the stranger before hearing close footsteps come to your left side. “Oh really? Then where is he, yknow girls like you are kind of the hottest type always play hard to get.” He came around the shoe rack and attempted to back you into a corner, your eyes widened in fear as you noticed how close he was getting. Though regained whatever composure you had and raised your voice, “Look I already told yo stupid ass I had a boyfriend, now leave me the hell alone.” The guy apparently not appreciating that looked as tho he was about to say something before you felt a familiar strong chest behind you. “Are you deaf or stupid, she said leave her alone asshole.”

you knew it was kiri but you had never heard him like this before, serious and stern yet keeping that calm voice about him. You hated to admit but dispute the fear you had a second ago you were kind of turned on, watching the creep grit his teeth before scurrying away in fear was satisfying to say the least. Turning around you faced your boyfriend who’s face immediately softened and quickly wrapped you up in his arms, “did he touch you? are you okay baby?” You returned the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing it softly. “He didn’t touch me, I’m fine eji I promise.” Pulling back from the hug your hands slid down his chest as you pressed a comforting kiss to his cheek, that sweet smile came back on his handsome face once again. Making your heart swell, “you wanna keep looking for those shoes or…?” You never said no faster in your life.

As you both made your way out of the mall hand in hand you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to back when kiri confronted the creep, the bass in voice his complete personality switch..it was hot. Would he ever talk to you like that? Would he ever..punish you? So many thoughts raced through your head not even realizing you were already your boyfriend’s act until his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, “whatcha thinking about baby?” That handsome grin once again his face taking a glance at you before retiring his gaze back to the wheel, as he slid his hand onto your upper thigh you began to say, “Well uhm just about how you were talking to the guy at the store..I’ve never seen or heard you like that before.” You said in a slightly hushed tone, your eyes flickering from his face to your lap.

Thinking it scared you, kiri began to rub circles with his thumb into your plush thigh, “Baby I’m sorry if I scared you, it’s just.. it pissed me off to see that asshole mess with you like that.” You smiled softly, you were lucky to find someone so kind and protective you felt almost dirty; Thinking about how close his thumb was circling on your inner thigh to your core. “I know eji but it didn’t scare me..actually.”

You confess, bitting your lip in slight regret. Your eyes now on the passenger window. Kiri knew you far too well to not know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours at this moment, “What are you trying to say then honey?” He asked now with a slight smirk on his face, as his big calloused hand traveled up further now going slightly under your small green earthy skirt.

you stifled your slight gasp and instead tried to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together. “W-well uhm. The way you were talking to him was a little-!” Letting out a soft moan you felt this time at the feeling of kiris fingers now playing with your clit under your skirt. You felt kiri an eyes on you as his fingers circled your sensitive cunt. You whimpered and shifted in your seat. Gripping kiris forearm, your acrylics digging into his skin slightly as you subconsciously spread your legs wider, “a little what? Use your words f’me honey.” Your sweet boyfriend’s voice now a little stern yet still flirty you felt your clothes cunt dampen at his words. His side profile wasn’t helping either.

His hair was down and a bit grown out, pretty and fluffy contrast to his slightly intimidating appearance. Silvers rings adorning his fingers, as his left hand gripped the steering wheel with a certain intensity. His eyes now covered over in a film or lust and amusement as his gaze met yours. Gazing over your thick thighs that he can’t wait to mark up when he gets you home, your pretty eyes looking up at ejirou with that ‘fuck me look’.. If you weren’t careful you were about to get railed in the car at this rate.

“it turned me on, hearing you t-talk to that creep like that and i was kinda curious if you would ever talk to me like that..” You confessed shyly, letting out an airy laugh the Ejirou looked at you with pure curiosity and lust as he pulled up at a red light. “..Are you saying you want me to be more rougher honey?” The sight almost made you loose it right there. The light of the setting sun casting an unfairly beautiful glow on his toned skin, kiri’s low yet flirty and curious eyes never leaving yours, the smell of his cologne overstimulating your senses even more, It was all too much.

You nodded shyly, before he corrected you pinching your clit as a warning, “Words princess, say what you want.” You whined in pleasure, squeezing your thighs together as you avoids his gaze. Fighting with yourself mentally for a moment. As embarrassing as it was to admit it you wouldn’t help but leak at for what’s to come when you both get home, so in a hushed embarrassed tone you confessed. “I want you to be more rougher with me eji.”

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“I love you so much, but I’m about to fuck you like a slut okay?”

Those were the words your sweet boyfriend whispered to you before forcing you face down ass up on your shared bed, your puffy clothed cunt exposed to him after he ripped off your soak panties. “God you smell so good, this pussy is leaking f’me.” He spanked your cunt a few times causing you to moan and jolt, “p-please baby.” You were so desperate as you practically wiggled your ass in front of your boyfriend, but your attempts only got you a slap on the rear. “Ah ah ah, you know better than that if you’re gonna beg do it right slut.” Kiri’s voice traveled right between your legs, your arousal only growing as you whined.

“Please..daddy. I want your tongue please.” You pleaded with your boyfriend, you wanted his dick so badly it hurt but at this moment anything would suffice. “Mmm you sound so pretty when you beg angel , alright I’ll eat out this slutty little pussy. But if you try to run I’ll stop got it?” You nodded before receiving two slaps on your ass, “Got it?” You were quick to correct yourself “Y-yes daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Now spread your legs a little wider f’me.” You did as told, exposing more of your dripping cunt to the red head. Kiri then got on his knees pulled you a bit closer to his face before devouring your cunt. You moaned out in pleasure and relief as your hands gripped the black silk sheets. It was pure bliss, after craving any sexual release all day this was heaven. Feeling ejirou a tongue lick inside your wet hole was euphoric.

As if you weren’t turned on enough, he'd whisper little things in between desperate licks. "such a pretty pussy fuck.." The lewd sounds of moans and the squelches of your cunt echoed throughout the bedroom, your knuckles soon starting to turn white as that familiar knot in your stomach began to unravel. The sounds of kiri slurping your cunt, his sweet moans and whimpers as he rutted his hips into the mattress. It was all too much, too good.

Ejirou felt his body heat up as the image of you cumming all over his face flickered in his mind. He knew he was supposed to be more rougher with you tonight but the way you moaned out his name and pleaded for more was so hot. You weren’t making it easy to not want to meet your every plea. “Ba-daddy m’finna cum please more.” You begged. You could feel your climax approaching a few more licks and..

You felt his tongue leave your cunt, the loss of it made you whine, “Not yet pretty girl, not yet.” You were almost mad at him, you were so close to cumming. “Eji please, why’d you stoppp I need more-!” You felt another slap on the ass and suddenly a hand coming around to grip your throat as you felt ejirous chest press into your back. “I said not yet, slut. I’m calling the shots here okay?” His voice made your clit throb, you almost moaned at the feeling of his big hand around your tiny throat. Eji had never choked you before, but god did it feel amazing. You hummed in response, “M’sorry yes daddy.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before standing up to take off his pants and boxers, “now that she’s all loosened up..you ready to take it pretty girl?” You frantically nodded, “yes daddy I am, p-please fuck me.”

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you knew that you wouldn't be able to last long if he kept pounding deep you like this, your back arched to perfection as he hit that sweet gummy spot inside of you. Kiri’s voice traveled right between your legs, your arousal only growing as he felt your slick begin to spread all over his thighs. your eyes lost focus, as your mind practically went blank as you began to fuck yourself back onto his dick. Ejirou couldn't help a devilish smirk from growing on his features, your fucked out moans and whimpers almost making him ease up on you, but almost wasn't enough...

“You’re so beautiful when you look fucked out like this, fuck a pretty little slut drunk on dick.” Kiri’s dirty talk was driving you up the wall, hearing him say such naughty things while looking down at you with those lust driven eyes was unfair. His hand went for your throat again gripping it firmly as he spoke, “Open your mouth for me princess.”

You do as your told as kiri spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. It felt so nasty and sexy, you never knew sex with kiri could be this much fun, you swallowed his spit sticking out your tongue to show proof which made the redheads cock twitch inside of you, “Shit your so fucking hot, I can’t hmm go slow anymore baby I gotta fuck you.”

Stopping ejirou takes a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. Placing the pillow under your lower back as he shoves your knees to your shoulders. The new position now folding you in half, the pussy drunk look on kiri’s face was pornographic. “Take it f’me baby, I want you to cum so fucking hard you see stars.”

Your eyes roll back as the new position helps drive kiri’s cock deeper into your spongy cunt. His girthy and pretty dick slammed into you with faster strokes. You swear he’s in your stomach. The way he grips your hips as his thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping and kiris pretty moans were all too much. So when the head of his cock pushed against that sweet gummy spot inside you, it resulted in squirt gushing from your cunny onto the both of you.

"That’s it pretty girl make mess f’me, gimme that cum-”Ejirou babbles, watching you frantically nod your head. Your pussy spasms around him, his moans growing louder as you feel his cock twitch with need. Your pussy began to grip him like a vice, seemingly wanting each drop of his cum to be pumped into your puffy pretty pussy. He whimpered as he came, burying his cock into your cunt in doing so. Filling your pretty hole up to the brim, collapsing ontop of you after.

After catching his breath kiri came down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “you did so good for me princess, you okay?” You smiled sleepily as you looked up at your now sweet boyfriend, humming in response. “I’m okay eji, can we stay like this for a while tho?”

Returning your smile he littered your face with kisses, “of course sweetheart. As long as you want.”

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