#I say as I type this out in my shorts so sweaty and over-warm

[mountainsandmayhem]

God Bless The She Devil Who Made Joel Miller

Pairing: BFD!Joel x F!Reader

18+ only!!!

Summary: After a fight with your boyfriend, your best friend Sarah invites you to say with her at her childhood home with her dad.

CW: Joel be peekin, Joel is mean (but you like it). I’m choosing not to say anything else to not spoil anything so engage at your own risk.

AN: You can all thank @littlevenicebitch69 for this. She asked for being caught, but I am daddy and I know what she really wants 😉 thank you @mermaidgirl30 for being my forever beta xo

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

God bless the absolute angel who brought Sarah Miller into your life. She somehow convinced her dad to let you stay with them over spring break after your boyfriend locked you out of your shared apartment and then refused to answer the phone or let you in. Sweet, empathetic, and dependable Sarah was at your apartment minutes after you called her and didn’t have to say much to her dad to let him allow you to stay.

And God bless the absolute she devil who made Joel Miller and put him in close proximity with you. You have a boyfriend, maybe, you can’t be sure, but you do know you have it HARD for Joel Mother Fucking Miller. He’s exactly the type of man that would classify as a DILF, and you don’t even consider yourself into older men. But Joel isn’t older, he’s experienced and charming and every single thing he does seems to turn you on.

Sarah has been working a day shift at the local grocery store during the break and Joel is off running his contracting business. Joel Miller, sweaty and dirty and building things with his large calloused hands. Fuck, you try to shake that image from your brain because you certainly do not need another image of him to touch yourself too.

You have a job serving in the evenings so the house is quiet and all yours during the day. This afternoon the sun peeks through your curtains and wakes you. Sun dancing along the pale yellow walls of the spare bedroom. You pick up your phone and see that it’s clear and sunny, the perfect day to lay out by the pool that Joel said you could use, “make yourself at home, darlin’, any friend of Sarah is welcome anytime.”

You practically leap out of bed and into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready to lay out in the sun. You rush down the hall in the swimsuit Sarah lent you, a large blue and white striped pool towel tucked under your arm.

You love Sarah, but there’s no chance you’re wearing this ridiculous one piece swimsuit to tan, plus you’re alone so what’s the harm? Joel doesn’t get home until well after 5 pm most nights, Sarah usually around 3 or 4, and she’s seen you naked more than once. Plus the backyard is fairly private, most likely no one will see anything.

Fuck it, you think to yourself, slipping the red lycra straps off your shoulders and then shimmying the suit down your body. The sun immediately warms your skin and that boost of vitamin D already has you feeling lighter and happier. You spread the towel down on the chair and lay on your stomach, tying your hair on top of your head and then grabbing your phone.

You flip through Spotify before settling on the album Ten by Pearl Jam. As the first song floats across the backyard, you rest your cheek on your hands and let the fast paced grunge music wash away your thoughts of your boyfriend and what you’re going to do next week when you go back to school. All that matters now is the sun on your skin.

X•X•X•X•X•X•X

Joel was just about to start working on some paperwork for his next building when he heard movement in the hallway. You must be up for the day, he should probably let you know he’s working from home today, just in case. He wants you to be comfortable here, even if it’s killing him to see you wandering around his house in those small denim shorts you wear to work. Last night he was almost certain he could see your hard nipples peeking out from the fabric of your tight white t-shirt.

Absolutely not, Joel. He scolds himself.

He hears you pad down the hall and then the unmistakable swoosh of the sliding glass door to the backyard. He glances out the window in his office to see you slip the red swimsuit Sarah lent you off your body. His cock was already painfully hard behind his jeans.

She just turned 21. The Angel on his shoulder reminds the devil that’s tempting him from the other side.

His mouth waters as he looks at your body. Your tits are perky, pink little nipples hardening as the air hits them.

She's going through a hard time. The good side of his conscience seems to be losing but he finds an ounce of strength and looks away. He can’t be staring at you.

He tries to focus on this goddamn contract but even little deadline and “initial here” blend together and all he can see in the jumbled words of the page is that little strip of hair that leads to that bundle of nerves he so badly wants to suck on. When he looks up again you’re laying face down, round and perky ass facing his window and on display for him. She must not know he’s home, and now she’s going to think he’s a total fucking creep if he says something now.

She’s your daughter's best friend. No, she’s off limits. Beyond off limits. Get it together, Miller.

And then your music drifts through his cracked window. You’re listening to Pearl Jam. So now not only are you incredibly tempting but you also have the music of his teenage years blasting. He can’t resist anymore, glancing out of the window to see you still laying on your stomach and your plush ass bouncing along as you wiggle to Eddie Vedder singing about still being alive.

He’s not sure how it happens, his body seems to move without him knowing, and suddenly he’s standing at the window, staring down into the backyard at you. His muscular arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the large window frame.

He slows his breathing and focuses on you - every dip and curve, every freckle, every little bit of skin being absorbed by his heated gaze. Your legs are slightly parted, but not enough for him to be able to see your cunt, and fuck does he want to see it.

His palms tingle with the need to cup your ass, maybe spank you for being naked in the middle of the day. He has neighbors, they could see you right now. This is unacceptable and you should be punished.

Just as he’s about to head downstairs his cell phone rings loudly and you shoot up onto your elbows and look over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his before a tiny smile crosses your face. Joel looks away quickly and grabs his cell, almost crushing the device in his grasp as he answers.

X•X•X•X•X•X•X

Joel Miller was fully lurking at your naked body, and while that should probably embarrass you, you need to get fucked. You need something, anything, to forget about that piece of shit boyfriend who locked you out and refuses to talk to you or let you get your stuff. Sarah told you when you first met that he had her when he was 19, so it’s not like he’s THAT much older than you. Plus it’s just fucking.

Yep, I’m going for it.

You gather the towel around your body loosely, hooking your swimsuit on your finger and twirling it happily as you head into the house, determined to confront him and then seduce him. When you head up the stairs he’s standing in the doorframe of his office, just across from the spare bedroom you’re occupying. He looks deliciously pissed, one arm propped above his head on the door frame, the other on his hip, knee popped out. Your pussy flutters at the thought of his large, angry body above yours.

The opening bars of Jeremy fill the silence between you two, almost daring the other to make the first move.

“Turn that off,” Joel snaps. “I’m working.”

“Didn’t look like you were working a few minutes ago,” you say back, matching his energy.

Joel’s eyes narrow, brows furrowing, but you can tell he’s fighting to keep his eyes on yours. You lick your lips, testing him, teasing him, pushing him to see if he’ll take the bait. The flick of his eyes to your lips happens so quickly you almost miss it.

You let out a scoff, “Ya, that’s what I thought.” You step towards him, so close that you can smell the coffee and sawdust on him. “Wanna take a break from all that work?” You say the word work teasingly, trying to entice him.

“Go to your room and put some clothes on. Don’t let me catch you naked in the backyard again,” He says deeply, then closes his office door in your face.

You smirk to yourself, dropping the towel at his door and wandering into your room leaving the door wide open. You hook your phone to the Bluetooth speaker as you lay on your bed completely naked. You hit the volume button and slip your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, little circles.

“Daddy didn’t give no affection, no

And the boy was something that Mommy wouldn’t wear

King Jeremy the wicked

Oh, ruled his world”

Joel whips his office door open looking absolutely furious. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you. Bare, wide open, and soaking wet. You don’t stop, don’t even bother to look his way, as you dip your fingers into your pussy and cry out his name. Joel steps into your room and hits the power button on your speaker. The only sounds that film the room are your moans and the squelching of your arousal as your fingers slip in and out of your pussy.

“What the fuck did I just say, little girl?” Joel says darkly.

You open your eyes to look at him and the expression on his face sends your heart into your stomach. You’ve always been a little bit of a brat, getting in trouble lots growing up. Truthfully, you like the rush of it, the adrenaline of the unknown. But Joel looks dangerous, eyes blown out with rage and lust, hands clamped into fists at his sides, a slight blush pinks his cheeks, lips in a tight line.

You sit up, crossing your legs and covering yourself with a pillow as you turn towards him. You’re suddenly not feeling so confident, you may have pushed the wrong man.

“Y-you said outside,” you start, your voice wavering. “I’m inside.”

Joel moves so quickly that you don’t even have time to register what’s happening as the pillow is ripped from your grip and disposed of on the floor in front of you. You’re bare and exposed to him again.

“Spread your legs,” he says hungrily, voice a raspy whisper.

He watches your throat as you swallow hard, leaning back on your elbows and planting your feet on the edge of the bed. You look at him tentatively, jumping and letting out a little squeal when he barks, “I said spread your fucking legs.”

You relax, letting your knees fall open. His breathing is rapid, a growling moan leaving his parted lips. He takes one step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed.

“Joel -” you start.

“Shut up. You knew what you were doing, you wanted this. Didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes, but…” his hand slaps the inside of your thigh and your knees slam together as you cry out.

“Spread. Your fucking. Legs,” he repeats in a slow and deep command.

“That hurt!” You say back, squeezing your knees together tighter. It feels like he set fire to your thigh and you can already see the red handprint forming.

“If you’re gonna act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Now spread your legs so I can hit the other one.” He raises an eyebrow at you cockily. “If you keep them open, I might reward you.” You’ve bit off more than you can chew with Joel Miller.

You take in a calming breath through your nose, relaxing your knees as you exhale slowly. Joel can see the milky, sticky strings of your arousal as your pussy lips spread open for him. He has to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his cheeks at the sight. He wants to taste you so fucking badly.

“I think you liked it,” he taunts. “You’re makin’ a mess, you like being slapped around, don’t you? Treated like a little whore.”

Before you can respond he lays a hard smack on your other thigh. Your hips involuntarily buck upwards, your head falling back and a moaning, whimpering cry you don’t recognize as your own leaves your lips. You focus on your knees, fighting against your body’s instincts, keeping them pushed into the mattress.

“That’s what I thought,” he says as he kneels in front of you and yanks your ass to the edge of the bed. “Think you should get a reward now?”

“Y-yes, please, Joel. Please!” You have never had to beg for sex before, boys your age are usually fired up and ready to go, but men of Joel’s age know sex is so much more than just penetration - it’s a game, a tease.

He bites down on your thigh, “Please. Please, Joel!”

“You smell so fucking good,” he says as his hooked nose trails down your little line of pubic hair. You squirm under him as your clit twitches, aching for his attention. “And so goddamn wet. My little whore, aren’t ya?” His warm breath hits your needy clit and you flop down onto the bed, whining in need.

“Please -” but your words are cut off by the front door opening and Sarah’s voice calls through the house.

“Everyone can celebrate, I’m home now!!!” She yells jokingly.

“Fuck!” Joel huffs under his breath and bolts for his office, kicks your towel and swimsuit into your room, you follow and click your door shut quietly.

“Hello?” Sarah calls, heading up the stairs.

“Just getting dressed,” you call through your closed door. “I think your dad is in a meeting.”

“Put on your swimsuit, it’s gorgeous outside!”

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[teddybeartoji]

CHALLENGERS (2024)

i've been racking my brain for quite some time now to come up with a way to really express how i feel about this film - and i think the best way to do it is just to say that it truly made me want to get into filmmaking. and that it made me feel so fucking alive. it felt like a different type of oxygen. like crack or something. this is obviously going to be a ramblepost so i apologize if it's super fucking messy. also big spoilers will come with a warning so don't worry abt that. i am going insane.

+ btw here's the trailer if u don't know anything abt this hehehehe

anywayy i've never sat through a WHOLE film with a smile on my face bc i was just so fucking excited. elated is a really good word here i think. all of the following thoughts and words are in fact coming from my lower tummy bc no other film has turned me on so much as this did. it's not about sex btw.

luca guadagnino understands. he really fucking does. this guy is everything i want to be. it's all about the intimacy and the closeness. the sweat. the colors. the eyes. the dialogue. the camerawork. the build-up. staging and blocking. lighting. it is about sex but not in the way that you think. forget about porn and smut and whatever the fuck you think sex is. it's about watching and observing. taking everything in. it's about your heartbeat. the warm and fuzzy feeling in your stomach. a tightening knot. want and desire. anger. the rawness of it all. just the way things should be. forget about quickies and think about your best friend thinking about your lover. it's hot, right? it's about the rush. it's about sharing and not sharing. it's about greed and envy. think about sore muscles - how good they feel. think about flashing lights and thrumming bass in your ears. it's about music that makes you feel alive. it's about nudity, it's about power. humility and the absolute lack of it. it's about real humans, real people. eroticism. kissing. disgust. need. spit and saliva. tongues dancing together. muscles. skin on skin. laughter. love and something that's very akin to it but not quite the same. extreme close-ups and moments in slow motion, followed by fast-paced cuts and scenes. slapping. teasing and bickering. it's about everything i could possibly want in this fucking life and luca just handed it all to me on a silver platter.

i'm trying so hard to make this as coherent as possible lmao please bear with me i quite literally shed a couple of tears just from the overwhelming feeling this film gave me.

the casual intimacy is insane in this. one really specific thing made me absolutely lose it - there are TWO scenes where art spits out his gum into people's hands. the first is with tashi and the second time it's with patrick - both times they stand so close together that they're almost brushing against each other and they keep eye contact. there's zero disgust, there's no ew you just spit your gum into my hand. they ask for it. both times, patrick and tashi, hold out their palms for art to do it, and they do it without a word. no please or spit it out. i loved it so fucking much i wish i was better with words bc this genuinely had such a big effect on me. this type of intimacy is so important to me. it feels so real.

the dialogue was fucking great. i feel like the script is often where i might get The Ick bc i just hate when it's just so clear that it was written down without a second thought abt whether or not people actually talk like that (ok this actually might just be a problem with every single film my country makes but still). this felt good!!!!! they talk over people, they talk about small irrelevant things. they repeat what they said, they giggle, they laugh - again, it just felt so real and i loved it.

also. men in shorts. sweaty men in shorts. with shirts and without shirts. biceps. more sweat. muscles. we need more of that in life actually. i think men should wear shorter shorts and they should bend over more. ALSO MIDRIFF. SHIRTS RISING UP JUST A LITTLE, GIVING US A GLORIOUS PEEK OF WHAT'S UNDERNEATH. WHEN I TELL YOU THAT LUCA UNDERSTANDS I FUCKING MEAN THAT SHIT.

THE SOUNDTRAAAACKKKKKK RRRRRAAAAHHHHHHH EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU TRENT REZNOR AND ATTICUS ROSS WE LOVE YOU TRENT REZNOR AND ATTICUS ROSS!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean it's obviously not a surprise that the score slaps so hard bc well... these guys have yet to make a bad score lmao. but this one is genuinely one of my favourite scores i think. super fast paced, exhilarating - it suits the film so fucking good holy shit. fuck it i'll give you a few songs:

challengers: match point + yeah 10x + pull over +

the cast was incredible. and also very hot. i think they were all so fucking perfect and i have literally zerooo complaints abt them i loved them so much. but if i had to pick a favourite performance... it's josh o'connor as patrick zweig. fuuuuckkkk, man. ok maybe i'm a bit biased here i do wanna kinda eat him buTTTTTTT HE'S AN AMAZING ACTOR OKAY. i loved his character soooooo fucking much and i think he did such a good job at portraying this little silly fucked up guy. the way he looks at art, the way he acts around art...

here are two crazy fucking examples for you the churro + the chair uhhhhhhh i am very unwell abt them actually what the fuuuuckkkkk

oke but yeah i just might be really down bad bc i really do love overly cocky assholes with beautiful big smiles okay don't judge me

THE VISUALSSSSS OH MY FUCKING GODD THE COLORSSS!!!!!!!! IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOO BRIGHT AND PRETTY AND FUN AND ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EVERYBODY CHEEERRSSS!!!!!!!!! it's such a big problem nowdays that all of the films are so fucking dark like bro where's the sun...... dark and just very dull you know??? and i hate it i hate it so much. this was great though. again - super birhgt and colorful, luca plays with the light like a god and he's really making me believe that the cinema is truly backk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they also mentioned spider-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i <3 luca fr

okay i think this covers most of it. i think. i have already decided that i'm gonna go and see it again next week so i'm sure that i'll be returning to this post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you can all feel my love for this wonderful piece of art and i hope that you all will go and watch it aswell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 ily thank you for reading<333333

#i got so tired just bc this was just so much #in a good way #i loved it i loved it i loved it #btw if any of you go and see it i'd looove to hear your thoughts too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ceo of letterboxd says hello

[chiropteracupola]

rainy day

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea]

#em draws stuff #oc time again hehe #moth and compass #the fool: moth worley #the magician: peregrine #moth gets THIRD OUTFIT YAY #ooh maybe I should make a little paper doll of them with their various mix-and-match clothes. that would be funny. #I do kind of dress moth and luna up like dolls most of the time and that is a great deal of the fun of drawing them #goodfellow on the other hand....he is not exactly fashion-minded #but yes! back to the heart of moth and compass! which is 'what if it was fall and you had a very cozy sweater' #I say as I type this out in my shorts so sweaty and over-warm

[yxami]

Happy thanks giving and Nut or not November day 12, gojo nsfw bc I’m missing my man

desc: gojo satoru x gn reader, nsfw, slight fingering, creampie, mentions of breeding, sex stuff ^_^

Satoru is the type of boyfriend to glide his cold fingers tips along your stomach, making you shiver and whine about the temperature.

“M’ just warming them up, you don’t mind right?” He hums, sneaking his hands under your shirt and around your chest, teasing at your nipples with his thumb. While being on top of you he’s creating friction with his knee and your crotch before taking one hand off you to work at dropping your shorts.

“They’re still cold..” You whine after a few moments, still not used to them.

“It’s okay, just focus on me” He whispers, pressing his pretty pink lips against your skin, kissing at your jaw as he trails kisses to your neck, making sure to leave the marks he loves to see on you. “Gonna make you feel so good” He says muffled by your soft silky skin.

He slips your underwear down to your lower thighs, doing nothing yet but grinding his cock against your stomach, quickly slick from his tip rubbing pre-cum. His warm body radiated heat for you to absorb, even more when he runs his hands all over you as if it’d be the last time.

You can feel the way his cock twitches against you every-time his tip meets your skin, eager to be inside of you, yet he’s not letting himself indulge in the desire just yet.

“You look so pretty, I missed you today” Satoru presses his lips along your neck and at your jaw, showering you in affection while he spoke. “I wanted to leave and see you so badly” He hums, moving his left hand down to your inner thigh, inching his fingers near your entrance before easily slipping them inside.

He looks up at your expression like always, savoring the little noises you make while he pushes his digits up inside of you, curling them right where it was needed, as if he had already studied your insides to know where.

“Toru.. you don’t have to tease me” You let out a throaty whine when he runs his free hand over at your nipples again. You squirm under every touch he makes, especially when he picks up the pace, not only fingering you but kissing at your thighs that he made sure were apart for him to fit in-between.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasin’ , you can take my cock now right baby?” He hums, sliding his fingers out and grabbing onto your thighs to pull you right to where his crotch was. “I know you can”

You nod, feeling your face heat up from his usual dirty talk, it’s like he got less shameless every minute. He lines his length right where your entrance was before slowly pushing himself inside with a mouthwatering moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck.. you’re always so tight, like you’re tryna suffocate me” He whimpers, bottoming out inside you before retracting his hips just to have them slam against you again. The sharp sudden hits of desperation had you throbbing with sensitivity and ecstasy.

He finds the perfect pace that makes you moan out the loudest and keeps to it, lifting a leg of yours to wrap his arm around, pulling you closer so he can fully immerse himself with the luxury of feeling your body against his.

“So fucking cute, god you drive me crazy” Satoru kisses your leg as he makes frenzied thrusts inside of you, making your insides mold to the perfect shape of his cock. He places his other hand at your crotch, putting pressure so you wouldn’t bounce as much when he’s fucking you dumb.

Now you’re practically a flesh-light as he fucks in and outta you, making you shiver and let pornographic moans slip from your lips that seems almost feigned, but he was making you feel every ounce of pleasure, nothing was fake about this.

Not the sweat running down his body or yours, everything was real and so were the noises. The plap plap plap as his cock meets your insides again. A creamy ring forming around his cock from how wet you were mixed with his pre-cum. The sound of sweaty skin slapping made this experience even more unforgettable.

“Gonna cum? Cum for me baby, cum around my cock” He laughs out of breath, looking at how flustered you looked, grabbing onto the bedsheets, looking like this was your first time taking his cock. And it wasn’t, not when he begs to fuck almost everyday.

His grip on your legs made your skin cave in where his fingers pressed as he ruts into you like a desperate animal needing to breed you, and he’s not that far from it, not when he’s moaning out your name, right before the pleasure comes all too much and your glassy eyes fill to the brim with tears as you cum around his cock just like he said.

He makes a few more sloppy thrusts inside of you before he shoots white strings of cum inside you, coating your insides with his seed. “God you’re so beautiful, love you so much” He never lets himself catch his breath before he leans in to kiss you.

Satoru is that type of boyfriend.

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[miinatozakiii]

warm

hirai momo x reader

summary: who needs pillows when you've got your warm, comfy girlfriend.

wc: 1.1k

fluff ; cursing

a/n: i'm so tired rn, neeeed momo she's so so girlfriend.

-

you groan.

it's been two hours and you just want to get this damn project done so you can send it over to your boss and have him accept it. you just want to spend tomorrow with your girlfriend without having any worries or anything on your plate.

various yellow sticky notes take up some of the space on the wall, and they have barely legible notes and reminders that you had noted in a rush while in a zoom meeting. another sticky note that stands out from the rest is a peach colored one, the text on it reads: i'll be at the studio, be home at eight. make sure to eat, i love you.

you just want to see your girlfriend.

you aggressively type in the code that you thought would be error-free, so you run it; you're going to punch the laptop in front of you soon after seeing the small red "x" on your screen.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you curse, "I swear to fucking god there aren't any errors? this fucking piece of shi-"

"y/n, hi." a familiar voice chirps, cutting you off from cursing out a hunk of metal and wires. you turn to see your girlfriend, who's walking over to you and plants a kiss on your temple, "I missed you." she mumbles.

you lean back into the chair, turning your head to face her. "I missed you too, how was practice?"

"tiring and sweaty." she sighs and you laugh under your breath. momo looks at your tired state: messy hair, glasses falling to the tip of your nose, and loose strands falling over your face. momo smiles at the sight, she could fall in love with you all over again right here right now. "I showered right when I got home, cold one too." she adds.

"that's good. felt nice huh?" you respond. momo hums and your lips inch closer. momo closes the gap and pecks your lips, sweet and short.

your girlfriend pulls away so that her lips are still touching yours, "are you going to join me?" she asks, referring to the empty bed you two share. your eyes soften, and your shoulders seem to sink. a disappointed sigh leaves your lips.

you respond with a pout. "I have to finish this." you mumble, "but, I showered already, so I'll be with you right after," you assure. momo pouts at your response, but nonetheless, she nods in understanding. your girlfriend kisses your forehead and mumbles something against your skin.

"okay, i'll go make sure boo and dobby are asleep."

you hum. "love you."

—

it's been an hour and you might be losing some hair or even balding after seeing the same little "x" on your screen. another (slightly dramatic) groan escapes your lips, momo's eyes leave her phone screen as she looks at her girlfriend, hunched over and pressing her fingers against her temple. 

the dark-haired woman walks over to you once more, looking over at your screen and the way your brows furrow.

"you okay?"

"why did i pursue computer science." you groan. "I think my boss wants me dead." and momo laughs at your response. you pout. 

"maybe you need a break," momo suggests, massaging your shoulders and she's a bit surprised at how tense they are. you relax into her touch and you feel her fingers rub in a circling motion.

"I can't, this needs to be done." 

"you can take a break – and, I really want to lay down with you. you better hurry up." she says playfully, rolling her eyes.

"trying trying." you assure, though it may be a lie. "five minutes?" you ask. momo ponders for a bit before nodding and kissing your cheek,

"promise?"

"maybe?"

momo sighs and heads back to lie down on the queen-sized bed, covering herself in the baby blue blanket and sinking her head into the pillow. she faces away from you.

now you're really fucking determined to get this done.

you carefully go over every line of code for the next five minutes, checking to make sure there aren't any small mistakes, typos, or miscapitalization. that's when you want to punch yourself: you had made a single letter of a variable lowercase instead of uppercase. that was the thing fucking up your program.

"oh my fucking god," you mutter. 

"hm?" momo turns to face you again, wondering why you're sitting back up straight and staring at the laptop in awe. momo watches you tap at the mouse in your hand and your face lights up after something changes on the screen; momo guesses that things had worked out for you.

a tired groan escapes your lips as you stand up, putting your arms up and momo swears she hears something crack as you stretch yourself. she laughs at the sight. you take off your blue light glasses and rub at your eyes, then close the laptop.

"done," you say. you both smile at each other.

momo lifts the blue blanket for you so that you can crawl on top of her, practically collapsing on her from exhaustion. your face squishes against the gray cotton sweatshirt that covers Momo's chest, and the peach scent that fills your senses is everything that you need at the moment, it's so sweet. you melt into momo even more as your legs start to tangle.

"little spoon today?"

"mmmm," you mumble against the cotton. "is this my sweatshirt?" 

"maybe." momo says, laughing at your state. she puts her phone down and starts to massage your scalp with both hands; you might die right then and there. momo can tell by the way you fully relax into her, mumbling something that's very incoherent and it's more of a dragged-out groan.

"when did your boobs get so comfy," you mumble, "and warm." 

you turn so that your face is now fully pressed into her chest and against the cloth, you don't even care that it's a little difficult to breathe because it's so comfortable for no reason.

momo chuckles at your little remark and kisses your head, getting a whiff of the coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner you had used earlier. she trails her hands down to your shoulders slowly, massaging at them a bit and you let out another low groan at the feeling.

"you're so cute."

a warm feeling takes over as she wraps her arms around you, as if you were a stuffed teddy bear. you finally shift a little so that your head rests just under your chin, just so you can breathe a little better.

"mhm." you mumble against her neck, "i love you so much."

"yeah yeah." momo rolls her eyes. "I love you too."

#kpop x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff #hirai momo #momo x reader #momo fluff #hirai momo x reader

[rhenuvee]

[Hockeyplayer!Diluc x Reader]

A/N: Based off my short post here! // can't think of a title rn...

Warnings: injuries, Diluc is in love with you (this became oddly domestic for a hockey au...(but then again it's Diluc and I love him soooo...))

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Diluc winces as you smooth your fingers over his bruises again.

"Diluc, you need to be more careful." you say with a bit of worry in your tone. In times like these, you think you should be a part-time nurse with how many times you patched him up after a game.

Your boyfriend is a hockey player- a skilled one at that. But sometimes you'd rather he not get rough out on the ice. This time, you refused to let yourself watch as a player on the opposing team was getting aggressive, and soon decided to throw a punch at him.

"I know," is all he says for a moment, in a soft voice. "Thank you for this." He is grateful that you always come to the rescue after his games. It hurts when you touch his injuries, but there's something in him that makes him want to sink further into your comforting touch.

You keep talking- some things about the game he just played, some about being worried over his injuries again. Usually he pays attention to you, after a tiring day he wants nothing but to be with you after all. But there's something different this time, that just puts him in a daze.

His tired eyes lazily look at your form. You're wearing an outfit that fits his team's colours, your hair done, some matching accessories, and the jewelry he bought you for your one year anniversary. But the best part was the jersey you were wearing, with his last name and number. He usually scolds you for wearing the jersey to games since it had short-sleeves.

"You're gonna catch a cold, my love. Take my jacket." Diluc says that day, as his teammates file out onto the rink, leaving him who held back to talk to you.

"I don't want to." you reply.

"Why not?"

"Because, it's gonna cover your name."

He remembers his eyes widening when you said that. His heart suddenly beating faster than it did. You didn't seem to notice though, because you were looking somewhere else.

This moment suddenly triggered a memory in Diluc's mind, where his father has been pestering him since he started dating you. He had kept asking when he was going to meet you- he knew his father was those types of people.

A short silence passed, which you interpreted as a 'no' from him, leaving you to try and compromise.

"Can I just wear your scarf maybe? Please?" you rush and wrap his warm scarf around your neck, trying to show him how "warm" you were so he could finally go on the ice. He hopes you didn’t catch the pink on his cheeks, or took it as a result of the coldness. "Just go play! I'll be fine, I promise, okay?"

"...alright." he finally says with a sigh.

And today was no exception, as his scarf was wrapped around you still. All he could do was admire you, all pretty and wearing something that was in a way, his.

"Can I kiss you?” He blurts out, interrupting you. Your eyes widen, as you are a little alarmed at his sudden request.

Most of the time, Diluc is hesitant to initiate affection after a game with you because he claims he’s too sweaty and smelly. But you seem to sense his change in heart and give a smile that you didn’t know would make him melt more.

“O-Of course!” You say happily. Instantly, your boyfriend wraps an arm around you to bring you closer to him, enough to make you squeal in surprise at how quick he was, then put your hands on his broad chest to stabilize yourself.

His lips press against your soft ones into a passionate kiss. You feel his right hand come up to cradle your cheek, attempting to bring you closer. Your cheeks go warm when you feel how sweet he's being by how deep he kisses you. You're not sure where this came from, but you're not one to complain.

Once you both pull away, you're all smiles and bliss, giggling for no reason except your happiness. It's your turn to caress his jaw. Diluc notices how your expression gets a little downcast for a brief moment, knowing you were still worried about him out there. He puts his hand on top of yours as a way to comfort you, a silent way of saying, "I know".

"Well that's a sight I don't need to see."

You and Diluc both whip your heads to find the source of the voice- who happens to be at the bottom of the bleachers. You spot Kaeya, who's purposely holding his arm in front of his eyes to comically shield his eyes from the "offensive" sight before him.

He always knows how to ruin a moment, Diluc thinks while sighing.

"C'mon lovebirds, I'm hungry." Kaeya calls out jokingly. You pack your bag and prepare to leave.

"Let's go 'Luc, your brother's hungry."

"He can starve."

"Diluc."

"Okay, fine." Your boyfriend reluctantly gets ready to go as well, and you walk down the steps to meet with Kaeya and leave the arena.

"That guy was pretty aggressive Diluc. A lot of people in the crowd were wondering why you didn't fight back." Kaeya says while the three of you walk towards the door.

"I would've gotten a penalty too if I engaged further. I just tried to defend myself." Diluc responds. You know that fights like these usually result in penalties, causing the player to be benched for a while. You can't help but feel protective over Diluc, despite the nature of the sport.

As you, Diluc and Kaeya walk out, you see a group of familiar boys- the opponents Diluc just faced, noticeable from the colour of their jerseys. You and Kaeya seem to catch a sight of them in the corner of your eyes while Diluc walks on without a care.

Kaeya makes eye contact with Number 17- the aggressive one, and sticks out his tongue while smiling and pulling his lower eyelid down. Though, Number 17 or his teammates probably didn't see it from how quickly Diluc yanked him by the collar. Kaeya lets out a subtle shriek from his brother's sudden actions, not expecting him to be so quick.

"Kaeya- what are you doing?! Do you want to get beaten up too?" Diluc says, scolding him and quickly dragging him away before he can cause any more chaos.

"What, I was trying to be funny."

"Nobody's laughing."

"Well he needs a laugh to calm down. Give him a tiny taste of his own medicine, y'know?"

"Yeah, he injured my handsome boyfriend!" you say, jokingly pouting and latching onto Diluc's arm.

Suddenly Diluc feels himself falling into that daze again, as he thinks about the words just spoken. It's strange seeing Diluc's rare smiles, especially after that feat on the ice. You and Kaeya somehow take this opportunity to playfully punch his arms.

Maybe it was the way you cheered him on. Maybe it was you wearing his jersey. Maybe it was the fact that you called him your handsome boyfriend.

No matter the reason, a few bruises aren't enough to weigh him down when he had you.

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Figureskater!Kaeya fic here!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc imagines #diluc fluff #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin modern au

[hxxsxxng]

JAY 박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : II

Word Count : 1.5k

Genre : Fluff, Angst, AU

Content : mentions of blood, mention of bruises, the morning after, literally one implication of sex, stalking, teasing, missing person

Synopsis : what happens once she wakes up in her kidnappers house?

Authors Note : this is a filler chapter to give some insight of the characters morals and personalities, and because i don’t want to put smut in a somewhat innocent chapter. <3

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She is awoken by rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds. She is in the bed.. alone… where is Jay? Her eyes open blearily and she tries to focus them. Where the hell did she end up last night? There’s a dull ache in her lower back which she assumes is the source of the pain. She stretches her limbs, wondering how she got there, then remembers that Jay brought her home. After he had fucked her to unconsciousness, he carried her off the bed, placed her on the sofa, and told her that he would wait for her upstairs. That was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.

Slowly, she gets out of the bed and walks over to the window, gazing down into the gardens below. It was quiet. There were no cars driving past, or birds singing in the morning. It looked like an abandoned area of the estate. The sky above her was perfectly clear of clouds and the sun glistened brightly on the surface of the lake, shining in bright streaks across the water, giving it an ethereal quality. She turns around as Jay emerges from the bathroom

He was dressed only in a grey T shirt and shorts. She looks him up and down appreciatively. He blushes slightly, walking towards her. “You’re awake…” He smiles. “Did you sleep well? ”She nods sheepishly, running a hand through her tangled, sweaty locks. “No… I am so sore.”. “Well, I’m sure your body isn’t used to the length of time I took taking care of you”. “What did you mean by that?”. “By taking care of you?”. “Yes, what did you mean by that?” She questions once again. “Well…” he begins hesitantly. He looks away from her, scratching his head awkwardly.

Suddenly, an idea strikes her. An idea that she desperately wants to follow through with.

She stares at him curiously, watching as he continues to scratch the back of his head, avoiding eye contact with her. “Well…? ” She repeats, raising her brows. He glances back at her, meeting her gaze and sighing in defeat. “I meant…” He pauses. “I meant taking care of you in the way that you liked. I took care of you like a woman should be taken care of”. She bites her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “Oh” she breathes. She doesn’t know whether she should be flattered or embarrassed.

“I don’t think you realize that this was just a random impulse decision. I didn’t choose you randomly in that alley. I planned it. I’ve been following you around for months, peeking into your window, listening to your phone calls with you boyfriend…just to know who you are and what you like.” he explained.

“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore..” she said with an uncomfortable look on her face and an awkward silence following.

“So…you stalked me?” she says, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He grins. “Maybe”. “And you chose me because…?” she inquires.

“Because you seemed like such an easy target. Like anyone could pick you out of a crowd and take advantage of you. Not that anyone would try to…I mean…well…” He clears his throat nervously. “Like you saw before, I’m an evil bastard. And you seem to be exactly my type.”.

She smirks and laughs at him. “Evil, huh?” She mutters.

She hear her phone buzzing vigorously against the mattress, taking her attention off of Jay. 34 missed calls from Mom and 7 texts from Dad. Ugh.. and 12 texts from her ex Jake. She swipes the screen and sees all of the notification messages. Her stomach sinks. She can feel the panic rising up in her. How the hell does she explain any of this to them? “I’m sorry, Jay…my parents…” She starts to say. She watches as Jay’s expression drops. “Ah, yeah. Your parents. Yeah I get it...we can talk about that later.” He turns around and heads towards the door. He stops briefly and looks back at her. “Go shower. I can make you some breakfast and hopefully you can start feeling better.” he says before exiting the room.

She sits up on the edge of the bed, clutching onto the pillow next to her. Fuck. She needs to tell someone, call her father. Or tell her mom. Someone…who will listen to her, not judge her. She quickly jumps up, and quickly walks to the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom, she inspects her damaged body. Bite marks, bruises on her neck, and dried blood on her chest. “What did he do to me?” she questioned. She touches the skin around her neck gently, wincing slightly as her fingers came into contact with the raw skin. She examines her body for anything else but there were none. She grabs a wet wash cloths and dabs it on her. She frowns slightly as the water runs cold against the cuts and wounds. They sting, but she knows that they won’t heal as soon as she gets them properly cleaned up.

As she towels herself dry, she glances over her shoulder at herself in the mirror and finds Jay’s reflection looking back at her.

“Jesus how did you get in here so quietly” she said startled. “I thought you were making food”

“I was” He said as he steps inside the bathroom behind her and stands directly behind her. His arms wrap tightly around her waist as he bends forward and rests his chin on her shoulder.

She gulps. “But…how?”. “I’m pretty stealthy for someone who has been alive all these years” he says trailing kisses down the bruises on her neck.

He reaches her collarbone slowly and gently sucks at the skin around her neck until it reddens and she feels hot, flustered breath brush against her neck and lips against the skin. She bites her lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape from her mouth. “Jay” she whispers breathlessly. “Hmm?” He replies, his words muffled slightly from his lips pressing down onto the sensitive area on her neck.

She swallows. “Your hair smells good” she blurts out. He smirks against her neck. “Does it?” he asks teasingly.

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled something like yours before”. She feels his nose touch her neck. She closes her eyes, relishing in the sensation. “Really? What’s my scent?”. “It’s…sweet. Like honey” she answers truthfully. But really, she couldn’t get enough of Jay’s scent and his arms around her. His presence seems to fill every empty space in her heart, leaving little to no room for anything else. She can sense that Jay senses her change in demeanor and he pulls away from her to look at her face. He raises one eyebrow and grins, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Sweet? Really?”. She smiles shyly. “Yeah…”. He chuckles lightly. “That makes two of us” he admits. She tilts her head and smiles at him. “I love the smell of your hair, by the way. You always smell nice.”he says, nuzzling his nose against her forehead and inhaling deeply. “Your scent make me crave your blood even more. It is hard to fight back the urge to bite into you right now” he admits.

“What is stopping you?” she teases.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen jungwon #heeseung #jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen sunoo #kpop #stray kids #heeseung smut #engene #enha #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #heeseung x reader #hxxsxxng #jay enhypen #park jay smut #jay smut #enhypen jay #jay #sim jaeyun #jake sim smut #jake sim #jake smut #park jongseong #reader x sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon

[redbleedingrose]

omg so in response to your “period hormones have me all over the place” post and as someone who is also dying on my period today…. how do you think our fav acotar boys would be with their girl on their period😭

You know... I am about to start my period so why not! Here are some short and sweet headcanons for you <333

Rhysand

Okay so Rhysand gives me such "gift giving is my love language" energy. I literally adore him and he would adore his mate so much.

He would be so worried about you while you are on your period, especially if you are in a lot of pain. He would do just about anything to make sure he can take that away from you. Maybe he would use his powers to mentally take that pain away and replace it with more feelings of comfort and warmth.

He would get you the best herbal supplements to soothe any cramping you might be experiencing, and would absolutely buy the best chocolate and pastries in Valeris for you. He would probably buy out the entire bakery just for you.

He takes the time while you are on your period off so he can dote on you, making sure you stay hydrated and are resting well. He would cuddle with you hours upon hours, softly rubbing your sore back or belly and pressing in kisses to your cheeks.

Azriel

Omggg Azriel. I think he is one of the best ACOTAR mates, like I genuinely cannot wait for his book. So loving and attentive this male is, he knows weeks before that you are about to get your period.

He absolutely notices the small shift in your scent, a little bit deeper and more rich than it usually is. He can feel the microscopic widening of your hips, and can tell that your breasts are slightly heavier than usual. So he prepares weeks in advance for your period.

He has the best warming pack for you ready the second you start your period. He has your favorite books picked out so he can read them to you while you rest on his chest, his wing wrapped around you keeping you warm. He has salves for your belly that will soothe any ache almost instantly. He goes into extensive research mode looking for the best foods and best drinks to have while you are on your period, the foods and drinks that will relieve your pain the most and make you the most comfortable.

IDK about you, but while I am on my period, I get hot and cold flashes. I think his illyrian heat and cuddles have you covered for any cold flashes. But hot flashes??? His shadows are always leaving cool whispered touches across your sweaty skin. They love playing with you in general, but when you are on your period, they are running smooth strokes all over your body to cool you down.

Cassian

Recently, I have been feeling some type of way for this male. I don't think he would realize until the day of that you are starting your period, but omg would he take the best care of you.

He would insist you take the day off and relax. I have a secret hunch that Cassian is actually an amazing chef. IDK I could totally see him having his own apron and chefs hat and just whipping up the most nutritious and delicious meal for you. He would also make you smoothies using the freshest fruit so you are getting some fiber and extra vitamins that you need during this time.

He would absolutely give you the best massages in the world, rubbing out all the knots all over your body because of course, he would insist on a full body massage. "I have to do it all baby, holistic medicine, you know?"

Ugh the smug smirk he would say that with, I cannot your honor

I think Cassian would keep you entertained the entire time you are relaxing. You just have the most fun with him, he is absolutely the funniest male who has the best stories to share about his past. He is also the most busy body member of the inner circle, so he is filling you in with all the hot and juicy gossip about everyone.

And I know he would tell you all while absentmindedly rubbing your belly and pressing occasional kisses into your skin.

Ugh I love him

Eris

Oh my god, my absolute favorite male. I am so weak for him y'all.

Okay, I mean. Eris is the best mate. Objectively, Subjectively, he is the best mate.

Whenever you are on your period, he takes you to the your shared cottage at the seaside so he can take care of you there without any interruptions.

His youngest hound is always guarding you. The hound might also be very spoiled too. These hounds are not supposed to sneak into your bed to cuddle with you. They are absolutely not supposed to do that. Absolutely not.

But they do. They absolutely sneak into your bed and lay their heads onto your belly and act kinda as a warming pack for you, but a lot more cuddly and cute. They may or may not get in trouble when Eris finds you in bed, fully passed out, limbs spread all over with his hound also napping peacefully with his head on your belly instead of protecting you. Eh, Eris is soft for his hounds, the young hound is probs getting a roasted piece of chicken after he sends the pup out of the room.

His warm hands rubbing all over your belly as you two chat about your day and what you did. What books you read and how you watched the storm in the distance. And he would tell you about his day for the first ten minutes of your conversation before he transitions to gushing about you. Whats knew?

His "secret" stash of chocolate suddenly belongs to you when you get your period. And these are like top tier, melt in your mouth type chocolates that are made by the best chocolatiers in Prythian. They all belong to you. And I think he would go out of his way to figure out your favorites amongst his stash so he can have some made for you personally.

He also makes the best cinnamon cider tea. It really helps alleviate some of the more extra symptoms you experience during your period and you literally feel almost entirely normal after you finish drinking it. Very soothing and also very refreshing!

God, I just love him

Lucien

omg Luc. I just know he absolutely adores every inch of you and hates when you are in any sort of pain or discomfort.

He builds a cuddle pile of the softest pillows and blankets in a balcony in Day Court that overlooks the entire city, but is hidden from prying eyes. It has a bed attached to the ceiling, that swings with the wind, and so he has you resting there so that you can get the fresh air and sunlight.

He snuggles with you all day, running his fingers through your hair and stroking your aching back. He would read you poems or sonnets from the books that he picked up from the Day Court libraries. I think he would pick the books because they are more on the romantic side, and basically he wants to woo you even though you have been mates for years.

I think he would run you a warm bath that is scented with lavender and jasmine tonic. Its properties relax any of your tightened muscles, and provide this soft buzz or tingle to your skin that leaves you feeling very refreshed. He would also absolutely wash your hair for you, massaging your scalp at the same time. He would be so gentle and careful to not get any tangles, and would take his time with a double wash if you needed one.

I like to think Lucien is the kind of mate who would literally hand feed you fruits. He seems like the kind of male who would have grapes lifted up in the air for you to bite into. He already worships the ground you walk on so I wouldn't put it past him.

Thank you so much for the ask my dear, I hope you enjoyed!!! It was such a joy to write and I hope you are having the most amazing day/night!

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[elektramustdie]

virgin patrick stump blurb

"Baby," he panted, digging his fingers into your thighs, "baby baby baby-- slow down, fuck--"

"Slow down?  Patrick, I've barely got the tip in," you noticed with a laugh, struggling a little to hold yourself up above his lap at this angle for much longer than you'd originally planned-- you'd been so excited to slide down and feel him balls deep inside you--

"I know, fuck, but m'so close already," he whined, "you're so... warm."

"Sorry, but I'm really not the patient type," you grinned as you sunk down and your smile fell to a gasp as he filled you to the brim.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, head falling back.  "O-oh, god-- so fuckin' perfect..."

He watched you ride him for a few moments, but he couldn't keep his cool any longer when you balanced yourself on his chest and started to really fuck yourself on his cock.

"Baby, m'gonna-- oh, fuck, get off--"

You bit your lip and shook your head.  "Mm-mm, want it inside," you cooed.  "And I'm not gonna stop until I cum."

"Sh-shit, baby, you might kill me," he whined.  "Please-- will you at least slow down?"

Laughing, you replied, "already told you once I don't know how to slow down.  Especially not when your cock feels so good--"

"Fuck!" he shouted as he came, moaning loudly and fucking up into you for a few weak thrusts.  Of course, he was completely jelly beneath you when you kept riding, ignoring that he looked like he'd been fucking possessed with how his eyes rolled back.  "God, b-baby, please-- please--!"

desperate for your own release and knowing it wouldn't take much longer if he kept looking so adorably wrecked under you.  "Don't you wanna make me cum, Patrick?" you mocked.  "You kept saying you'd rock my world-- takes at least a couple minutes to do that, don't you think?"

But he wasn't exactly... capable of responding to that, he was whining so loud you could barely hear yourself talk.  

"Just stay still, Trick, I'll do all the hard work for you... just try not to pass out."

He chuckled “god i love you” he exhales, The bed rocking back and forth as you grinded on his cock. The pictures on the wall shake as you go faster. He watches as your breasts bounce, putting him in a trance. 

“oh trick” you gasp out, You feel your release building back up. You reach a hand between your legs as Patrick watched you. You rub tight circles on your sore bud.

He leans up on his elbows, looking on as you play with yourself. He was getting close again. Another orgasm threatening to spill out of him. 

"W-wanna cum again for you." Patrick lets out a small whimper. He sounded so needy.

"oh baby." You mewl. Your mouth creating an O shape. Your eyes are closed tight, and your thighs shake. You feel that coil in your belly tightening. 

He feels your walls pulsing around his cock and he thrusts up repeatedly hitting that spongey spot inside you just right. Your hand moving faster circles on your clit as you struggle to keep riding him.

Patrick keeps thrusting his cock up in your pussy over and over again. It doesn't take much longer before your orgasm is ripping through your body. You let out a moan that almost resembles a scream. He's watching you come undone before him. A hint of pride hits him, knowing it was him who did that to you. 

Your nails digging in his chest while his cock helps you ride out your orgasm. Your body spasms above him. You lean forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck. You stay like that while Patrick sweaty skin and leftover cologne invading your nose. Sitting back up your mind feeling foggy and your face tingles. White dots appearing in front of you. 

“that was hot..” he exhales in a short laugh. “not bad for your first time pretty boy” you whisper looking into his eyes and pecking at his lips.

#smut fic #emo #fall out boy #x reader smut #patrick stump #patrick stump imagines

[fredwkong]

Welcome back dude! I was wondering if he Himbo maker is up and running again? I really would love to be turned into a huge dumb himbo for the rest of summer. 🤤🤤💪💪🍆🍆

You walk into the gym and suddenly realise that you’ve left your headphones at home. You search your pockets, your backpack, and even think about running back to check your car, but you know they aren’t there.

A guy you’ve seen at the gym a few times looks over at you. He’s huge, a total powerlifter type, and you’ve seen him work out for three or more hours before. He comes over, shakes your hand with a vise like grip. When you tell him your problem, a happy look comes over his dumb face. “I got you, bro!” he says, and pulls a pair of bulky headphones out of his locker. “This is my lucky set, so take care of ‘em, okay bro?”

The headphones are nicer than you expected, with good sound quality and noise cancellation. You’re setting up for your first working set at the bench press when you hear a quiet voice under your music say, “You can go heavier, bro.”

You pause and shake your head. You must have imagined it. Anyway, you can definitely load up a few more plates on the bar.

You pump the reps out like they’re nothing and load more plates, benching harder every time. “Yeah, show off those burly muscles,” whispers a voice in your ear. Did you walk in wearing a shirt? Nah, after your warm up you always rip off the pump cover ASAP to show off your big, sweaty muscles.

“Yeah, gotta be big and horny for Sir.” You hit a few more poses, enjoying the smooth silhouette of your bulked up body in the mirrors. Lifting always gets you horny, and there’s a wet spot forming in your shorts already. You look over at Sir, your powerlifter master, and he nods for you to get back to work. Right! You’re so dumb you sometime forget to do your sets, and you have a lot of lifting to fit into the next three hours before Sir takes you home and lets you fuck him!

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

#male transformation #mental change #answered ask #muscle tf #dumber tf #male tf #himbo maker #sub tf #all fwkong

[bandaged-writer]

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 || 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. dazai osamu x f! reader

genre. drabble, suggestive, friends to lovers-ish

warnings. groping, lots of touching, mentions of dazai's womanizing habits

words. 800

summary. these things feel better, because he understands you.

note. highly self-indulgent bc dazai brainrot goes brr. inspired by that one scene between makima and denji btw shsgdgd

"It's horrible! I just can't seem to woo any woman, anymore, [Name]!," Dazai whines with his back slouched over his desk. Paperwork is skillfully ignored by his non-existent work ethics, but at least the sunset dips his face in pretty orange hues and paints a handsome face that you can't help but look at.

You hum. "And how is that my concern, Dazai?," you question while your fingers cease dancing across the keyboard of the laptop and shut the device.

"You're my best friend!," the brunette reasons much like a child would and his words drown out the ghost of your chuckle. "And that's why it's your job to listen to my agonizing troubles!"

You don't recall any clause in your contract that tied you to said commitment to Dazai, but it's exactly that relationship that allows you to understand him on a level that goes deeper than the many masks he wears on a daily basis. Although you can't hope to beat Dazai at a game of chess, you know why his love life is as disappointing as it currently is.

He can refuse it all he wants, but there's no way you can't tell. Hazel eyes linger on your form for a beat too long, hands that are always on some part of your body even if they caused nothing but the usual mischief and the pang of jealousy shooting across his face whenever you'd give Ranpo or Tanizaki your dedicated attention. Dazai isn't as mysterious as he'd like to believe, but you also know that he would never confess his feelings.

At least, not yet.

You push your chair back, trut around the office desks until you stand in front of Dazai who watches you with feline eyes. He awaits your next move, anticipates the string of words that could only ever fall from your smart, but oh-so-sweet mouth.

No, he shouldn't think about how sweet your mouth would taste when you're his friend.

"I have once heard that these types of things feel better when you understand the person in front of you," you say with a charming smile upon your lips and reach for Dazai's wrist. Guiding his palm to your cheek, you nuzzle the warm skin and press a subtle kiss to the middle. He watches you with keen hazel eyes, but you don't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

"Tell me. Are my lips chapped or soft? What does my skin feel like? Are my fingers long or short? Does it tickle? Does your touch make me nervous?" All those questions you fling at Dazai's head remain unanswered, but you don't want any either. What you truly desire is for his focus to be dedicated solely to you and you can see it in his eyes that the gears in his head are spinning.

Dazai is awestruck by the way you wrap your lips around his thumb and bite down on it. Pain is as far away as the limits of the sky, yet he can feel them pressing into his skin and saliva dampening the calloused skin; calloused from holding guns, knives and all those burdens life brings along. The little gulp of your throat, the shimmer in your eyes. Everything that usually slips Dazai's attentive gaze now held his attention and he doesn't think he can ever forget the way he takes his thumb out of your mouth and wipes it across your bottom lip.

"It feels good, doesn't it?," you ask and stand in-between his legs.

Dazai nods his head. "It does."

Slowly, you tilt your head to the side with the same calm smile and bring his hand to your breast. Dazai squeezes the flesh underneath his sweaty palm and gulps down the confusing feelings in his throat. He's blinking more often, his heart pounds behind his sternum.

He can't understand what is happening to him. Countless women had found their way into his bed and underneath his sheets only to fade in the morning like the temporary bliss of obtaining something of materialistic value. Dazai is no stranger to his fingers in someone's mouth, his hands on their body, but he never once took the time to map them out. Whether the skin had scars, whether it was warm or cold, whether he genuinely enjoyed getting all touchy-feely like this.

"..You're going to be the death of me," Dazai rasps out and pulls his hand away from your boob.

You lean in, pop into his personal bubble and look at him with eyes that clearly, obviously yearn for him, but he is still so very distant. So very much out of your reach.

"Do you understand now? The reason why you feel so cold in a warm bed is because you don't understand them."

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

[silveryclear]

LIMBO

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

NSFW MDNI all content regarding STNAF and this blog is strictly 18+

Pairings: Friend X GN! Reader

CW: Suggestive themes | Grinding | Dirty dancing | Obsessive behavior

Summary: You and Friend go to a gay club and dance real dirty together

A/N: This song has been stuck in my head for months and I can’t listen to it without imagining Friend dancing and singing the chorus to SH, and this was the end result. Enjoy my self indulgent writing. Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

I know you want some more

Bend over baby, touch your toes

Wanna see you drop it low, limbo

The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco

You didn’t know what the fuck you were expecting when you finally agreed to come to the club with Friend, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

There was Friend, in his pink crop top and short glittery pink skirt, grinding his crotch against your clothed ass while he held onto your waist.

How did the two of you end up like this again?

“We should totally go to this new gay club that opened recently, it’ll be fun!” Friend says with a look of excitement on his face.

You, however, are not as excited. “I don’t know… I’m not the type of person that goes to clubs a lot, y’know? It’s just not my scene.” You say, unsurely.

He smiles softly at you and grabs your hands in his. “That’s okay. How about this, we can go have a few drinks, dance a little bit, and as soon as you get uncomfortable, we turn back. How does that sound?”

You ponder over it for a few seconds. “Do you promise not to leave my side?”

Friend smirks mischievously. “Oh, sweetheart…” He purrs in a low voice. “There’s no way in Hell I’m letting you out of my sight~” He winks. Before you could even attempt to ask what he meant by that, you were being gently pushed into your room to get ready.

An hour later you come out of your room with the best club outfit you could conjure form your closet, only to be upstaged by your smoking hot friend who’s sitting on your couch, casually scrolling through his phone as if he didn’t just make you ruin your underwea-

“Sweetheart! You look amazing!” Friend exclaims while his eyes run over your body with a wide grin, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Look who’s talking…” You chuckle, slightly bashful.

Friend raises his eyebrow and smirks arrogantly. “Oh yeah~?” He approaches you slowly, his eyes trained on your fidgeting form. “You think I look good, baby~?” He says in that flirty, teasing tone he always uses when he wants to get a reaction out of you.

And you can’t help but give him exactly the reaction he was expecting as your eyes widen and you start blushing profusely. “S-Shut up! Anyways! Aren’t we going to the club? Let’s leave already!” You don’t give your best friend any time to respond as you march right through the door.

Friend grins and chuckles in amusement as he watches you leave. For a moment, his intense gaze focuses on the way your hips swing slightly as you walk away flustered, and he can’t help the way his cheeks flare up and mouth waters at the sight. He manages to break free from his trance before following right behind you with renewed purpose, anxious to get to the club and use this as an excuse to be as close to you as possible.

The club is in full swing by the time you guys arrive. The place is dark with a very colorful theme as neon lights drowned the room in an array of colors. Music is blaring through the speakers as a crowd gathered on the dance floor, sweaty bodies swaying and grinding against each other to the rhythm. You blush as you realize you had been staring and ask Friend to take you to the bar for a drink. You’re definitely way too sober for this at the moment.

After the first few drinks, you finally feel some of your anxiety slowly begin to fade as you welcome the warm haze and feeling of lightness that the alcohol brings.

“Okay! So, first impressions of the place?” Friend asks you as he sips on his cocktail.

“It’s a little bit much for my tastes, but I like it! It’s actually really nice, and I’m having fun!” You yell over the music, leaning closely towards Friend. You take a quick whiff of his scent as you do and your mind begins to wander off to the same place as it did when you first saw Friend’s outfit.

Friend grins and blushes slightly at the closeness, placing his hand on your waist to keep you close. Your heartbeat picks up. “I’m glad! I knew you’d like it!” He looks over to the dance floor and leans closer to you. “Do you wanna dance~?” He asks into your ear, his warm breath making your shiver.

You snap out of your daze and chuckle. “I’m drunk, but not that drunk!”

“There’s an easy solution for that, sweetheart~” Friend winks before turning towards the bar and asking the bartender for something. Soon, Friend stands before you with a large grin on his face as he holds a shot glass in each hand. “Do you dare~?” He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing you.

You laugh at his goofy behavior and take the shot from his hand. “I dare~” You wink at him.

Friend’s face brightens and he links the arm he’s holding his shot with, with yours. “Ready?”

“Ready!” You exclaim as you both down your shots with your arms linked, hissing as it burns your throat slightly. “Man, I can never get used to that.”

Friend laughs as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor with him. You tense up as the atmosphere begins to feel rather suffocating with other people’s sweaty bodies bumping into yours and the music blaring loudly from the speakers. Friend notices your discomfort and grabs your hands and pulls you close to him, shielding you from the other dancers.

“Are you alright? Do you want to leave?” Friend says soothingly in your ear as he rubs your back.

You blush slightly at his concern and shake your head, leaning towards his ear. “No, it’s okay. I guess the shot hasn’t kicked in yet.”

Friend chuckles and smiles at you. “Then let’s get you warmed up, shall we~?” He winks before grabbing your hips, a safe distance between the two of you. You can’t help the warmth that grows on your cheeks as he does. Thankfully, it’s just dark enough for it to go unnoticed. “Is this okay?” He asks, making sure you are comfortable with it.

You nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders, not knowing where else to put them. Friend chuckles and looks at you affectionately. “Just follow my lead, yeah?”

Friend begins by moving his hips to the rhythm of the music and gestures for you to do the same. You tense up at first, moving almost robotically, hyperaware of your surrounding. “Just focus on me…” Friend’s smooth voice breaks you from your thoughts. “Don’t look at anyone else, just look at me.” You blush and nod as you let Friend take the lead. His hands on your hips guide you into moving your hips slowly, just enough to get you comfortable with moving them. Soon enough, you’re swaying to the rhythm, giggling as you begin to feel yourself get lost in the music. Friend grins widely as he sees you start to enjoy yourself. He lets go of your hips and watches in awe as you let yourself go completely.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins, you begin to dance like never before. It’s as if your body is on autopilot. It knows where you should place your hands, traveling up your hips, waist and sides as your hips loosen even further. It knows when the beat is perfect to shake your ass to, and when to drop it down low and pick it up slowly, sensually. And it knows when someone grabs you from behind to join you.

Friend had barely danced himself when he became enthralled by your display. Eyes glued on your ethereal body, he felt himself grow hard at the way your body moved perfectly to the rhythm. There is something so raw and enticing about watching the person you’ve been obsessed with for most of your life, who rarely relaxes, just cut loose completely. Friend felt that he was gazing at a new side of you, one that is vulnerable and so unapologetically you that he couldn’t bring himself to tear away from you. With this realization, his possessiveness grew, and he knew that if he could be absolutely mesmerized by you, then so could others. Other people were already staring and looking to approach you. Before any of them had a chance, he takes a hold of your hips and pulls into him, letting out a growl and glaring menacingly.

Absolutely consumed by the music, you barely reacted when you felt familiar hands grab your waist from behind, thumbs rubbing circles on your exposed skin. He growls lowly, pressing his front against your back as if to exert his claim over you to the rest of the gawkers. He leans his head forward, his voice low and sexually charged as he whispers in your ear, “Is this okay~?”

You can only answer with a nod as all words had died in your throat as soon as he grabbed your waist. Your body pressed against his toned, strong one left you breathless as you become hyper aware of your best friend. Had Friend always been this strong? The way he held onto you only spurred your body further as you take the initiative and move your body against his. You blush once you heard him chuckle in amusement as he began to move against you.. You gasped, holding onto his bare thighs as he slowly ground his hips against your ass. His skirt and your bottoms skimpy enough to feel the outline of his half hard cock brushing against your cheeks over them.

Oh fuck. You were in trouble. With the last thread of self control snapping from the arousing sensation of his dick grinding on your ass, you grabbed onto the nape of his neck as you ground your ass back onto him.

I know you want some more

Bend over baby, touch your toes

Wanna see you drop it low, limbo

The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco

Friend let out a low groan behind you and whispered seductively in your ear. “That’s it, baby… Just focus on me…” You couldn’t help the shiver that coursed through your body as you recall the words he had whispered soothingly before are now being uttered in such a lustful way that they changed meanings completely. You let out an involuntary moan.

Friend grins widely, your sounds and movements only feeding into his obsession for you. “You like that, sweetheart~?” He chuckles darkly. “Follow my lead~”

As soon as he said that, you were bent forward as one of his hands held onto your shoulder and the other one gripped your hip tightly. The new position had you feeling flustered and exposed, but all worries were washed away as soon as Friend’s hips ground against your clothed sex. You bit your lip and moved your hips in sync with Friend’s, the sexually charged atmosphere only fueling your bodies into becoming more daring.

Friend was already going crazy with the way your body desperately grinds against his, as well as your eagerness to follow and please him. He was already thinking about taking you home, let the drive over sober you up before finishing what you both started. But when you look over shoulder, lips parted and panting heavily, and half lidded eyes filled with lust trained on him as you kept moving… he almost came right there.

He growled and pulled you back against him, turning you to face him, his lustful gaze hiding something more primal in the depths. “Is there something you’ve been meaning to tell me, sweetheart~?” He says in your ear, holding you tightly against him as if you have no other choice but to answer.

With liquid courage still coursing through your veins you blurt out, “I like you.”

This surprises Friend as he didn’t expect you to admit it so easily, but he doesn’t complain and instead, leans closer as he holds your chin. “I like you too~” He places a soft kiss on your lips and pull back, grinning at your flustered expression. “I really want us to finish this dance… alone~” He purrs and whisperers in your ear. “Can we~?”

Your frantic nods aren’t enough to express just how much you want this to happen, how much you’ve been craving your best friend since this afternoon.

You didn’t know what the fuck you were expecting when you finally agreed to come to the club with Friend, but it sure as hell wasn’t this~

#Spotify #yandere #fanfic #stnaf #friend x reader #stnaf friend #stnafgame #yandere writing #yandere x reader #gender netural #​💾​ see thru need a friend game

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Wicked Ones | ES Skywarp x Nova Storm x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Spark merging, touching, licking, fingering and oral ) and robots on human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Something new and different. I really enjoyed working with these seeker femmes. Thanks for sending in your request @badkarma-900 hope you like it. 🥰

Title of this story was inspired by this song. ❤️

Conjunx Endura - Significant Other Amica Endura - Long-term Best Friend

☕ Coffee

The high you get when playing music is an addiction you craved each time you and your band would perform. You're the lead drummer, and pretty damn good at it. On stag you were swimming through the loud music and the cheers of the crowds with a wide beaming smile, loving every moment of it as the performance went on. People loved you and you admired your fans, but there are two who were your biggest fans that no one else knew about, and with good reason.

Who would've thought two giant alien robots from another planet would come into your life?

"Hey ladies!" You cheer outloud to the seekers at their little bunker they had settled. You've just come from a long performance, the adrenalin still kicking through your heart.

"There's our rockstar!" Skywarp giggles as she comes down to help you up onto the platform to stand in their view.

"We loved the performance!" Nova Storm adds through pumped enthusiasm. "Hope you didn't mind Skywarp and I adding in that little jet performance nearing the end?"

You grin wildly. "Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing! The crowds loved it too, which added more thrill for everyone."

"I don't understand why you two waste your time doing silly stunts for the humans." You hear Starscream say from across the room. "Entertaining them for a short moment like trained pets."

"You make it sound so much worse." You shake your head holding a small smirk. "If you join them you might feel the thrill."

"I'll pass." Starscream wasn't one for a lot of fun you think to yourself.

"In that case, shoo." Skywarp suddenly says to the red and blue seeker catching him off guard slightly.

"You're kicking me out?"

"It's ladies night!" Nova Storm giggles with her wings flickering.

Starscream lets out a wounded groan before he starts heading out. "Fine. But I'll be having my own fun tomorrow and you two will need to shoo then." He's out of the bunker before any of you could question.

"What kind of fun is he into?" You ask through a curious smile.

"Starscream's fun? Could be anything, but most likely his fun is peace and quiet by himself." Skywarp shrugs as you all make your way further into the bunker.

"Well that's sad." A part of you feels sorry for him. "Perhaps next time I do a show you two should drag him along, force him to have your kind of fun, he might like it."

Suddenly you feel yourself being picked up by Skywarp and held closely up at her face. You feel the heat radiating from her warm face plating adding blush against your skin. Right to it then. You're not complaining in the slightest, as this is what you came here for.

"And let him steal our fun? Steal you from us? Nah." Skywarp lets out a vibrating purr that gently shakes through your body and causes a low delightful hum to leave you.

"Besides, don't you want us all for yourself?" Nova Storm is already sitting in their little area before Skywarp brings you over to join.

"Never knew you two were the jealous types."

You remove your top casually and wiggle out from your shorts, leaving you in your lace bra and thin thong clinging against your sweaty skin, mostly from the concert, but you feel yourself beading with sweat and heat once again due to the growing arousal.

"You're ours, y/n." Skywarp watches you, ruby optics eternalling, the very lingering stare they both give that makes you ache and so wet. "And all you need is us."

Nova Storm shifts closer and gently takes Skywarp's chin between her digits, tugging her closer and sharing a kiss with her conjunx. You bite your lips softly at the sight of them, watching your seeker lovers kissing gives you such a surprising thrill. While seated in Skywarp's servo you toss the rest of your undergarments aside, leaving you bare and naked for them to do with as they please.

"Is someone missing out?" Nova Storm asks through a silky tone before leaning closer over you, nuzzling against your breasts before nudging your legs apart, her thick glossa darting out and swiping across your very core.

The very action causes your back to arch up under her warm glossa, letting out a soft shrill and gripping your hands against Skywarp's digits. It was such an erotic feeling having them do this to you, and so much more has happened already. You three simply are in it for fun.

Nova Storm lets out a muted moan against your tingling core and clit, Skywarp watching through lustful optics while you wiggle yourself against the wet warmth gliding across you. Suddenly you feel the tip of her glossa press against you, entering, stretching your depths as you clench down, moaning loudly out for your biggest fans.

You were already so worked up from the concert, so it doesn't take long for you to orgasim and you don't hold back, arching your ass up as you tremble with your juices soaking out and dripping.

"Oh my, was it that good?" Skywarp can't help but giggle and bit her lips at the way you came so quick and hard. Nova Storm laps everything you give, her frame quivering at your taste.

"Like sweet energon." She purrs as she moves away and kisses Skywarp to share your sweet nectar. You have no idea what that is, but you can guess it must taste pretty good to them.

"So good..." You manage to sigh between heated breaths, laying there and gazing up at them, craving for more. They seem to pick up on this and both smirk down at you.

Both their chassis open up and you're faced with the illuminating blue light of their sparks. It's such a gorgeous sight. You know what they wanted. It's been done before between you three and you're very turned on and fascinated by what happens.

Sitting naked between them you sit on the inside edge of Nova Storm's spark chamber, gently touching the glowing orb and smiling to yourself when you hear her gasp out. You know to be gentle, to take care of their sparks and enjoy yourself. After all, you're pretty much in contact with, as the humans say, their hearts.

Gazing down you notice Skywarp has started to finger Nova Storm, servo pumping away at her endura while listening to the music they played, and you start to caress both their sparks as they close and join together in front of you.

It's been explained to you what spark merging is. It's a ritual that joins two or more sparks together of friendship or romantic love, so they can combine into one. How detailed that bond is, from the mental link to a physical need to be together, to full out emotional and mental mind reading to one another.

Skywarp and Nova Storm were conjunx endura, in human terms, married. Starscream was also part of this bond but he is only an amica endura, a close friend.

As you caress the blue orbs under your hands you tilt you head and lick along the outside, feeling a gentle electric buzz rushing through you as you taste it, moaning lowly, mixing in with your seekers' own sounds. You hear them speak your name, praise you and one another, some other words you think is their own language as you take care of their sparks and help build up their pleasure.

The only way you could describe the taste of their sparks is that it's almost like dragon fruit, mildly sweet, a blend of pear and kiwi. It might sound weird but that's how it did taste to you.

Moving your hand down you start to rub your clit in circular motions, sucking and licking at the joining orbs as you let out a moan as you feel another orgasim suddenly build in you. Doesn't take much at all.

Their sparks glow more intense, glittering around you, and this is your only warning that your seekers were closing in to their overload, and so you work your fingers quicker against yourself, continuing to touch and drag your tongue against their sparks. It honestly felt like an honour to be able to touch such an intimate place to them. They chose you, they wanted you. You love spending every moment with them.

Skywarp passionately kisses Nova Storm as they both pump their digits into her valves together, glossas coiling with her mates while their human friend stimulates their sparks perfectly. It won't be long now.

Then it happens. Their sparks glow brightly in a burst of light as both seekers came to their overload and you came hand a second time under your working fingers. Watching their sparks sizzle together was such a beautiful sight. You'll never tire of it.

When it's over you're carefully brought up and set against Skywarp's shoulder where you lay down to get comfortable.

"Best ladies night ever." You grin softly before kissing her cheek.

"Damn right." Noza Storm joins and you three let yourselves calm down from your arousals, knowing very well that you'll probably be at it again soon enough.

"Night is still young..." You tease lightly, making them both snicker.

"Oh y/n, we're never letting you go."

Fine by you.

#transformers #earthspark #skywarp #nova storm #reader insert #robot x human #skywarp x nova storm #smut #writing #fanfiction #sugarrusheag #I never noticed how thick their thighs were #would go so lesbian for those two

[perfectionisanightmare]

I’m dead and I wanna hook up

!Not my picture!

If you are under 18 years old, then please don't read the fic below. If you are uncomfortable with any of the named topics, then stop reading.

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Warnings: TateLangdonXFemaleReader, Masturbation, Non-con, Gagged, Slapping, Choking, Ghostsex?, Fingering, Oralsex (f receiving), PinV, DomTate, SubReader.

Word Count: 2.406

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You were so tired after a long day in school and then working at the café for five hours, plus the half an hour bike ride home to your new house. All you needed right now was a bath in your new bathroom, that you had all to yourself.

Your mother and father just bought the house in L.A. far away from home. Your parents had gotten an incredible opportunity at work, so you and your twin brother had to move to a different school in L.A., far away from your friends at home. It was okay. The two of you were quite social and found some good friends easily at the new school. Luckily for you, one of your new friends knew a café that was hiring, since they were short on staff in the summer period. You had been looking for a job since moving to L.A. 3 weeks ago and now you finally have one, so you can make your own money.

When you arrived home you took off your shoes and went into the livingroom, where your parents were. “Hi Y/N, how was work today?” your father asked. You shrugged and answered “It was as per usual, grumpy old ladies and loud teenagers. At least I got a big tip from a group of boys today”. Your father didn’t like the last part but your mother found your fathers reaction funny. She didn’t mind you dating guys, she felt you were mature enough to be responsible for your body. Mother was a flirt when she was younger too.

Your twin, Hunter, walked loudly into the living room. He poked your side while saying hi and telling you how great dinner was. All you had was half a sandwich with pesto and ham at work. You were quite hungry and your stomach rumbled, but you were too tired to go make yourself a meal. You could feel your feet aching from all the hours you’d spent on your feet, so all you could think about was the lovely warm bath you were gonna have very soon.

“I’m tired, I'm gonna take a bath and then go to sleep. Goodnight!”

You walked up the stairs slowly and went into your new bedroom. You were still getting used to it, but you liked it. It was big, dark and cozy. You had a lot of plants and a nice readingcorner where you had your favorite vintage lamp that was made out of different colored glass. 

You took off your clothes and removed your hair clip, so your hair fell down. You felt sweaty and smelly so you couldn’t wait to wash your body and hair. While taking off your clothes you felt like someone was watching you. You kept looking around but there were noone around you. Your family were downstairs and wouldn’t disturb you.

You shook it off and went into your bathroom. You had a lovely bath and it almost felt like something touched your shoulders softly while you were laying in the bathtub. You got goosebumps all over your body. Your nipples stiffened and you started thinking about one of the guys from the group that tipped you well today. He was just your type, dark hair, big muscles, piercings and tattoos all over his body. Well you assumed they were all over, you could only see the ones on his arms and neck. His hands were so hot, they were veiny and big. He was definitely flirting with you when you arrived at the table with the receipt. You couldn't stop your thoughts when they drifted into a sinful place. You were imagining him touching your body, how his hands would feel massaging your breast and pinching your nipples, how his long fingers would stretch you out. Your hand traveled down your body and ended between your thighs. You were quiet while you were touching yourself. It was a quick rub and it was not even close to satisfying your needs. You needed someone to touch you and give you pleasure. 

After your alone time in the bathroom you dried off and walked into your bedroom. You put on some panties and went to bed. You watched tiktoks for what felt like hours and suddenly you noticed it was midnight. The house had gone all quiet and you needed some sleep. You drifted off to sleep quickly.

You slept for almost two hours and then you woke slowly. You felt something stroking your thigh. You were still half asleep and started to get confused. The feeling kept going, suddenly you felt pressure around your left breast, almost like it was getting squeezed. You sat up and you felt the cold wind on your body, making your nipples perky. You felt soft pecks on your neck. You were really starting to freak out, this has never happened and you have no idea what it is. Suddenly you were pulled by your ankles so you were laying down in your bed again. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you tried screaming but something was covering your mouth so you couldn’t make a noise. Your eyes noticed a floating bandana getting closer to you. This must be a dream! This can’t be real. The bandana flew to your mouth and it tied behind your head. 

A voice came from on top of you, very close to your ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. I saw you in your bathroom, playing with yourself. If you don’t wanna get caught, you might wanna try locking the door”. The voice was deep and it would have been soothing if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“I’m dead and I wanna hook up, so now we’re gonna have some fun together”. You panicked. There were noone in the room but you definitely didn’t imagine this. This was real. Your eyes watered and tears ran down your cheeks. 

You laid sprawled out on the bed only in your panties. You can’t move, all you can do is lay there and wait for the worst. You cannot move your arms or legs and your mouth has been gagged. You felt the invisible guy's hands on your thighs. They were getting squeezed and spread out even further. You could feel pressure on your clothed heat. You can’t help but get wetter by the minute. He is pleasuring your clit through the fabric of your panties and the wet spot in your panties keeps on growing. You were feeling a hand on each hip and then your panties were getting dragged down your smooth legs slowly. You are exposed to the invisible guy and you can do absolutely nothing. 

He takes a leg in each hand and pushes them up, so your knees are pressing into your chest. You almost faint when you feel a wet and soft thing running through your folds. It must be his tongue. You are getting licked by a ghost with a nice voice. You are going crazy. 

He knows what he is doing. He licks and sucks and knows exactly what makes you squirm. You can’t help but moan against the bandana and you start grinding against the invisible mouth between your legs. He chuckles against you. It seems like he isn’t planning on stopping his torture soon. He keeps licking your center, sucking your clit and giving you so much pleasure. Your toes are curling and all you want to do is grab a head full of hair with your hands, but you can’t. He keeps going until you come undone in his mouth. This was an orgasm you needed but because of the circumstances you were too freaked out to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. Your involuntary moans are muffled by the bandana. 

You feel guilty. You just came on an invisible guy’s face, with a bandana in your mouth, unable to move away from him and you have never been more turned on. Your arousal is now dripping down between your cheeks and onto your bedsheets.

Your legs fall down, so you lay sprawled out on your bed again. Your sensitive clit is getting stimulated lightly by his fingers. Your hips keep thrusting against his hand and you can’t stop. You feel the bed dip right by your head. A warm wind tickles your ear when he says “Such a dirty girl. Cumming all over my tongue. Must suck having to wait so long, to get a little strange”. He presses harder against your bundle of nerves and you moan while begging him to stop. The gag in your mouth is soaked and so are your bedsheets.

“Poor little Y/N… I know you want more. Stop sounding so innocent, I know you want to get groped and used or do you lie in your diary?... Hmm?”.

Your eyes widen. Has he read my diary? He knows my name?! Has this invisible fuck been stalking me?! You get furious and try to punch where the voice is coming from. Sadly you are still unable to move. “Shhh.. Don’t fight it, it will only make it worse for you. Lay still,  you’re gonna enjoy this”. 

You feel two thick fingers slamming inside you. You feel stretched out and the pain is striking you hard. You keep begging him to stop but it has no effect on his movements. The weight by your head disappears and you feel a finger on your clit while the two fingers keep ramming you. He keeps going and your moans get louder and louder while you squeeze his fingers tight. “Be a good girl and come for me. You can do it”. With his words encouraging you, you unravel around his fingers. Your third orgasm of the night and you are tired and sore. 

You start to drift off to sleep but you wake suddenly by a harsh slap to your face. “Don’t you fall asleep on me, we are getting to the best part”. Your eyes widen. You know exactly what he means and there is nothing you can do. 

“For the finale I think you should see who gives you so much pleasure. You want that? or do you wanna keep going being a slut who fucks one she can’t even see?” You mumble that you want to see him. It can’t get worse than it already is. He chuckles and then you see him. A goddamn Adonis on top of you. He has strong arms, toned stomach, shaggy blonde hair and the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen. Your feelings are now a mix of being frightened, pissed off and extremely turned on. 

He feels you clench around his fingers when you see him. “You dirty girl, you want me don’t you? We can go to the finale and I will make you see stars or I can stop and leave. What do you want?” You could barely concentrate on his words. You grind against his fingers that are still inside you and you are drifting away into his dark eyes. He grabs your face forcefully. “You want to keep going, is that it? Oh you ARE a little slut. Well your wish is my command”. 

He removes his fingers and your pussy is now clenching around nothing. You feel so empty without his fingers. You look down and see his hard big cock right by your entrance. Your mouth waters and you look up at the blonde man above you. He comes closer and sends you a smirk before ramming himself inside you. It hurts so bad and more tears are streaming down your face. 

He reaches behind your head and removes the bandana from your face. Your mouth is sore but it feels amazing that the gag is gone. You can scream now and call for help, but how could you ever explain this to your parents? I woke up and got raped by an invisible guy who then turns out to be a hot blonde dude and when he asked if I wanted to stop I said no? Yeah.. that is not a good story. 

He interrupted your train of thoughts with a hungry kiss. His tongue massaging yours while you swallow his groans. He retracts his mouth “Fuck your so fucking tight and so wet. Like a virgin, but we both know you aren’t. Because you’re a what?” He rams into you harder while waiting for an answer. You do not say anything, just trying to hold back your moans. He slaps you across the face. “Because you’re a what Y/N?” You hate what you are going to say now “Because i’m a slut”. A smile fills his face. “Louder Y/N”. “Because I’m your slut!”. You prayed noone heard that. 

His pace quickens, “Aah yes you are. My. Little. Needy. Slut” He says between thrusts. His strong arms look so sexy and all you think about is how good his cock feels inside you. He reaches down and starts circling your clit. You grab the sheets and your knuckles turn white while your toes are curling. You wrap your legs around his waist, hungry for him to go deeper and fill you up. 

You start clenching tightly around his thick cock, he knows you're close. He bends down and bites your pink nipple. “Are you really gonna cum again huh? Are you gonna cum all over my fucking cock?” You nod in response with small yes’s escaping your mouth. You cannot hold it in any longer. Your lower stomach is tightening and you feel sweat starting to form all over your body. “Give it to me Y/N. Fuckk cum for me. Now.” You cum like never before and he keeps thrusting to make your orgasm last. He kept his promise. You are seeing stars.

His thrust starts to get sloppy and fall out of rhythm. You realize he is about to cum and you panic. “Please don’t cum inside me. Please no!” You beg. He keeps going and grabs your throat, choking you so you can’t beg anymore. He soon orgasms and fills your womb with his cum. It spills out of you when he pulls out and you can't fathom what just happened.  

You are so exhausted you fall asleep almost immediately after the blonde guy pulls out of you. He gives you a small kiss before you’re drifting off to dreamland again.

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[hopelesstaemintic]

Aquaman

This entire story began with the idea to just write a short Jeno fic inspired by the song Aquaman by Jay Park. Like the song, it was supposed to be short and filthy and lacking plot. I say supposed to because here we are 15,500+ words later with some tooth-achingly fluffy moments and the vague inklings of a story arc. What can I say? I'm a sucker for romance and am yet to learn brevity.

As with all my writing it's very much inspired by music. You can find the related spotify playlist so you can listen along and links to my tumblr and twitter on my carrd.

Status:

Complete (25/01/23), 15,530 words, 5 chapters

Summary:

Career woman (you) meets sexy young business guy (Jeno) in bar at a birthday party and they both proceed to catch feelings whilst they attempt to get in each others pants. This goal is harder to achieve than first seems. Their friends are both a help and a hinderance. Work trips will never seem the same.

Relationships:

Jeno/female reader, Jaemin/original female character, Renjun/original female character

Tags:

m/f, jeno/female reader, fluff and smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, consensual sex, hot tub, older woman/younger man, JARMS, too much kissing, porn with plot, porn with feelings, Jeno in glasses, that one scene in business proposal, Jay Park made me do this, mommy issues, praise kink, Ao3 anniversary

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Preview:

You'd laughed when Jeno told you he'd give you a night you wouldn't forget.

It was such a cheesy line: the kind of thing younger guys in clubs say and then don't have the ability to back it up, not that you wouldn't be open to letting him try. How you'd ended up in a dark sweaty room at 3am dancing with a guy significantly your junior was blurred by adrenaline and gin. It had definitely begun with Areum's birthday party. Somewhere after the fourth? drink Seora had declared that we needed to "Take back the night from the youngsters" and so you'd stumbled to the nearest place that was still open. Calling it a club was being charitable. It was more of a bar really, but it did have enough space to dance and the floor was suitably sticky.

The bar was fairly busy when you arrived. Small groups of friends and couples dotted here and there shaking off the stress of the week. At first you hadn't been that interested in anyone else, you were too focused on getting in the first round of tequila shots, but when you rejoined Aerum and Seora at the table you'd found they'd been busy making friends.

"Ah, here she is! Yn, this is Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno. Aren't they cute? They wanted to make sure I had a happy birthday!"

"You should have told me earlier, I would have bought more drinks"

"It's okay, Jaemin said the next round is on him."

You smile fondly at Aerum, noting the way the one called Renjun is quick to hold her arm and steady her after a particularly tipsy wobble. He has a cute face and short dark hair, but there is something behind the glint in his eyes and the way he confidently smiles at you all that makes you think there is more to him than meets the eye.

Seora, in contrast to Aerum’s inebriation, seems to have regained a laser like focus which she was directing solely at the one called Jaemin. He was returning the stare admirably, the corner of his cat-like mouth twitched up in amusement and challenge. Definitely a handful. You wondered who would blink first.

"Hi. I'm Jeno"

A low voice draws your attention to the guy next to you and you can't help but smile as you take him in. Jeno's dark blue/black hair falls into his eyes and when he brushes it back you notice his undercut. You can also make out the way his disheveled post-work shirt tightens over his biceps and chest. He’s broad and toned and his jawline could have been carved out of marble. Not only that, but his warm smile is very inviting. Lucky me. Just my type.

"Hi Jeno,”

You return his smile and then spare a glance back to your friends but they both seem suitably occupied. Surely they won’t miss you for a little while. You quickly down your tequila and place a hand on his firm shoulder before courage can desert you:

“Wanna dance?"

And that's how you got here: comfortably within a pair of frankly outstanding arms, enjoying the building sexual tension and toying with the idea of taking him home. You've lost track of how long you've been dancing. Thirty, forty minutes, maybe? Jeno is a good dancer: attentive, good at controling his body. You can't help but wonder how that skill would translate to the bedroom. As if he can read your mind, Jeno slides his large warm hand from your waist down to your ass and pulls you closer, until you are both swaying in unison to the music: hip to hip. His grip is firm and reassuring, encouraging you to melt into him. You catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, but he just smiles confidently back. Jeno knows you find him attractive. Hell, he is bloody gorgeous. Sure, he isn't tall, but what he lacks in height he makes up in muscle. Now he's this close you reach up and take the opportunity to run a hand lazily over his broad shoulders and up to the back of his neck, running your fingers over the baby-soft shaved hair at his nape. That's when he says it, making you giggle and sending a shiver through your core:

"You know, if you're up for it we can do more than dance. My place isn't far."

"Are you sure you have what it takes?" You press even closer, still just about moving to the music but really just thinking about how good he smells. Like warm pepper.

"Noona", his low voice tickles at your earlobe and you surpress a shudder, "I don't disappoint. I'll take care of you better than you've ever had before."

You can't help but laugh: "Confident, aren't we?"

"Come over and see."

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[devvbabyy]

Forever and Ever

paring: Rhett Abbott x reader

cw: throwing up, sickness, hair loss, mentions of survival rates, light? angst, if i missed any please let me know!

foreword; Hi! This is my first ever drabble (that i’m posting) criticism is always appreciated but please do so nicely 🙂, lowercase intended. lightly based off lyrics of forever and ever amen by randy travis.

you were hunched over the toilet bowl just finishing your latest round of throwing up when you heard the stairs creek under rhett’s weight, he was just coming back in from tending to the horses and doing his morning rounds.

as the bathroom door got pushed open you heard rhett say in a low voice “oh baby, here let me get you a washcloth, do you want warm water or cold?”

“warm please” you croaked as you wiped the tears off of your face with your free hand that wasn’t holding you up.

“whadda ya need sweetheart” he whispered as he kneeled down to hand you the damp cloth and gathered your hair to get it out of your sweaty face.

you turned your head to look at him with your swollen eyes and replied “i just wanna get in bed honey, i don’t think i can make it, could you help me?”

“of course darlin’ cmon i got you” rhett gathered you up in his arms and made the short walk to your guy’s bed and gently placed you on it. he propped you up against his chest and grabbed a hair tie to start braiding your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way of your face.

As he grabbed the brush to start combing the knots out of your hair you could feel the strands coming loose. rhett gently started at the bottom and slowly worked his way up, he stopped a couple times to get the hair out of the bristles of the brush and you couldn’t bare to look at how much hair you had lost this time around.

three months ago you had gotten diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer, rhett has taken care of you through all of chemo appointments and the bouts of doctors appointments that seemed never ending. one thing that rhett always loved about you was your hair. dark brown, wavy, and almost always done in some type of braid.

early on in y’all’s relationship rhett had asked if you could teach him how to braid so he could do your hair as well as amy’s and any future daughters that you guys were sure that you would have. but that was before, before the diagnosis, before the 40% chance of survival, before the loss of your hair. you’ve tried to keep up with it as much as possible but at this point with how much your hair has thinned and the bald spots that were beginning to show you didn’t know what to do.

rhett got done braiding and you turned to look at him with a soft smile and a look of adoration. “thank you baby, i love you” you whispered as if it was the last time you would ever say it.

“oh darlin’ you know i would do it ten times over, forever and ever” he said with a quick kiss to your forehead as he laid you down.

a while later you woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains and realized that you must have nodded off sometime after rhett laid you down. you reached a hand behind you to feel the bed and was met with cold crumpled sheets. you push yourself up and look around the room you could hear rhett downstairs lightly singing to the radio that you guys had.

as you make your way to the bathroom you catch a glance of the razor that you use to cut rhett’s hair when it gets scraggly. you take a moment and think about your hair and how much easier it would be if you went ahead and shave it off, with a quick glance back you make the decision.

“rhett” you call downstairs with an uneasy tone in your voice.

“comin darlin” he replies as you hear footsteps start to make their way up the steps and into the bathroom.

as he enters he sees the razor in your hand that you grabbed as he was making his way into the bathroom. he stops and leans on the doorway with a quick glance to you, the razor, and you again. with a raised brow he asks “is it already haircut time for me again?” .

you chuckle and give a reply of “nope, it’s my time for a haircut” .

“o-oh?” is the only thing he lets out as he realizes what you mean. “baby, you wanna shave your head?” he asks.

a quick glance in the mirror makes you realize that this was going to happen sooner or later.

“can you do it for me, please” you ask him quietly with your eyes squeezed shut.

“of course sweetpea” is the reply that comes from your sweet husband.

as he goes to plug the razor in you take a breath and start to undo your braid, you run your fingers through your hair and more chunks had come out. that just solidifies your decision. rhett sits you on the counter and you turn around, hugging your knees to your chest.

he flips the switch to the razor to ON and looks at you through the mirror. with a final nod you close your eyes. he parts your hair and starts to run the razor along your scalp, you feel the hair start to fall down your shirt, onto the counter, into the sink.

2 minutes later you hear the razor go off. “okay darlin’ you can open your eyes now, it’s all done” he says as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “i didn’t think you could get any prettier but here we are” rhett whispers in your ear.

you let out a small giggle and open your eyes, as you look in the mirror and make eye contact you see rhett staring at you with pure love on his face. you move your eyes away from his and glance at your head, small peach fuzz was what your hair resembled now. you run your hand across the back of your head and let out a small sigh.

“what would i do with you you honey, thank you for doin this it means a lot” you say as you turn around to look him directly in the eye.

“you know i would do it ten times over sweetheart, forever and ever” he says as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

#rhett abbot x reader #sickness #rhett abbott #sweet rhett #please be nice to me #dev writes